Diamonds In The Rough [Kitt/Eris]

At first, the Spadamon was at awe when the Bancho Leomon revealed his presence to the two of them. He was Eris's Uncle? That's amazing! Everything about him: the cap, the torn jacket he was wearing as a cape, the X scar on his chest, and the bandages around his body just screamed to him that this Mon was a harden veteran of countless battles. That was until the larger Mon flicked his hood off and kneed down to see his face and pat his mane.

Kitt didn't show it, but he started to get emotional to the point where he got up from the stool, put his hood back on and  clutched it tightly, not letting go. He started to look around frantically, breathing heavily to see if anyone saw him with his hood off. He saw about two or three other Digimon who were looking at him. Those were too many eyes enough; they knew what he looked like underneath. As soon as that realization hit him, the trauma started to flow back to him-- the memories of the Digimon constant teasing and bullying back in Snowflake Village. Those were memories he long since oppressed, but now they were flowing back into him like a torrent river.

He was usually calm and collective, but the past memories he was thinking about was too strong that it over shadowed how he usually acts. Whatever visible fur was showing stood on end, either through the response or fear of other Mon making fun of him.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Kitt growled, trying to hold back tears.

The fury in Kitt's eyes was so powerful that even the larger Digimon was surprised of his reaction. He reached into his cloak and  was about to unsheathe his dual saber, ready to go crazy at him. His anger reached a boiling point to where the fact that this is Eris's uncle went out the window. That was of course until the larger Digimon re-corrected his approached and introduced himself formally. His extended paw as a handshake took the Spadamon aback, shocked that he was still friendly towards him despite his outburst.

The gentle touch of a small limb made Kitt return to his senses, looking back at the Gigimon with wide eyes. He then glanced at Logane, then Myceal, and finally back at Eris again who had a look of concerned. He took a final look at the Bancho Leomon's extended hand before slumping to the table on the ground. The emotions started to overwhelm him as the tears in the corner in his eyes started to flow freely. Taking his hood to hide his eyes, he started to sob heavily.

"I'm..so...sorry." he slowly muttered out, which each word becoming more hard to hear.

Kitt only shook his head left and right response to the Bancho Leomon, unable to speak since the sobbing was uncontrollably at this point. He kept his eyes close, unable to look the larger Digimon in the eye. He was utterly embarrassed; embarrassed at the fact he let his emotions got the better of him, embarrassed that he lashed out against someone who meant no harm, and embarrassed that he could have just brushesd it off. Those thoughts however, like his tears, slowly started to flow away as he felt the little Gigimon snuggle up to his chest, letting out a continuous rhythmic humming noise to sooth him.

The tears that flow went from tears of misery to tears of comfort. With all the weight he had been putting on himself lifted, he felt as if he was floating. Admitingly he we was still leaning on the table on the floor that made him create that feeling.

But that part didn’t matter.

Eris’s comforting hug told him that he was alright.

Nobody was going to make fun of him, nobody was going to assault him, only somebody actions told him he was going to be alright.

He finally found people that... 
That...
That...

He picked up the Gigimon who was still on his chest, looking into her bright blue eyes. Her eyes showed a plethora of concern and love. He hugged her tightly and continued to cry, with his sobbing growing weaker. It felt like as if he was releasing every ounce of emotion he had been holding back since the day he was born, and it filled him with pure happiness. He thought to himself:

Is this what it’s like to feel loved? Having someone to pick you back up when you fall down, telling you that everything’s alright and to keep moving forward. It’s a strange feeling, but i love it. It’s like being a child again. I always shouldered my problems but I...I don’t want to do that anymore! I don’t want leave here. I don’t want to go back to the cold, harsh world alone. It’s not the way to live without someone by your side. I want to stay here, with them; with her.

Kitt’s face was still somewhat wet, but he had stopped crying since Eris started to lick any stray tears from his face. It was like the grooming he usually did from time to time, except that it was someone else doing it instead of him; it was a bit weird to say. He was beginning to be able to move again, but kept movement to a minimum except when he was readjusting his arms to better carry the Gigimon. He almost felt like falling asleep in the Bancho Leomon’s arms, but wanted to stay awake to see what this room was.

“You don’t...understand.” he mustered out. His voice was still shaky, hiccuping though any tears that were still coming through. To other Mon, yeah it’s ok to be different, as long as people like you. But for the Spadamon, he was told throughout his whole life that his mere appearance alone was nothing to be proud of, so how can Eris be any different from her species?

"I see..." Kitt murmured, widening  his eyes and tilting his head in response to Eris changing colors from red to black. He actually wanted to, but didn't ask any further questions. The topic of someone trying to hunt you down based on your appearance was too much of a sensitive topic to talk about.

He darted his eyes away from her, getting up from the bed and looking around the room. It was a nice room, probably the only nicest room he'd ever seen. He didn't think he deserve to be in here after what happened downstairs. He turned to the Black Gigimon, trying to say something. But instead decided to take off his cloak.  He was a bit hesitant at first, but it was only due to Eris showing her true appearance that he should return the favor.

Unlike a regular Spadamon, that had armor all around the main parts of their body, Kitt only had the headpiece gear, which was a bit worn out. He wore a utility belt, which holstered his weapon and a pouch where he puts items in.His body fur was matted and a dirty. The reason for that is because he stopped self grooming himself a while ago due to comments of other Mons from another village calling him a cat. Insulted by it, he stopped doing that and it shows. His mane although tolerable, was showing signs of losing its flowing shape.

"I grew up in Snowflake Village in the Northern Prominence," he said in a low tone, "I was the only one of my species there since we usually reside in warmer climates. My life was good when I was a Wamyamon. I was by myself for most of the time since I was too shy to make other friends. But everyone was nice to me nonetheless. But once I gathered enough data and digivolve, everyone just sort of... treated me as a clown."

Kitt paused, swallowing a lump in his throat. Taking a deep breath. he continued.

"Everyday Digimon in that town started to treat me as a joke; some of them teasing me, throwing stuff at me, kicking me out of even places like stores. some of them actually starting fights with me. All of that happened to me for no reason at all. All I could ask myself is why, why, WHY?" 

He punched a nearby wall as his tone got angrily sharp, making a dent into it. He turned to Eris with a look of somber, with tears on the corner of his eyes . "Why was I born such a freak if that was the case?"

For a few moments, Kitt stood there flabbergasted, never once considering the fact that the Mon were just jealous of him. His hands was up on his face as Eris cemented her thoughts on the manner, sitting proudly at the notion. He noticed a mirror in the corner of the room. He walked up to it, rubbing his eyes to remove any tears in his eyes. He took off his head gear and placed it on a shelf. Now the only thing he was seeing is himself: a little Digimon that has had  a rough life. 

"Maybe," Kitt replied, wanting to believe in her words.

As the Bancho Leomon scoop the two up and placed them into the tub, the Spadamon's entire body was overwhelm by the warm sensation of the steaming water, so much so that he was surprised that he didn't dissolve into the water like a lump of salt. It felt as if he left his body and was ascending into a higher plane.

He splashed  water on himself, cleansing his body from all the dirt and  purring loudly, letting the two know that he was comfortable, but not after accidently letting out a meow, which made in got up quickly to cover his mouth, his cheeks glowing red from doing that.