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A knight? That was some aspiring dream. Kitt heard lots of ludicrous things during his travels, but this was far from it. Usually when other Mon talk about being this or that for instance, they would always retract their statement later, later sementing the fact that what they dreamt previously was stupid to begin with. But with Eris; there was something about the tone of her voice and the confidence that gleamed from her eyes that told him something different: she was serious about her dream.
“Well dreaming alone won’t make it happen,” he said, not trying to rain on her parade but he had to drop in some facts. “You gotta put hard work into it no matter how long it takes in order for it to become a reality. To be honest, I don’t know if someone like me is cut out for that sort of thing. Nothing about me is very ‘knightly’ to put it. I don’t think I’ll be useful for that role.”
"They said the same thing about me kid, but here I am." A gruff voice rumbled out from behind as a shadow fell over the two small Digimon. Eris was the first to turn joy lighting up her face as she let out a happy squeal practically launching herself from the stool into the looming Bancho Leomon's arms.
"Uncle Logane!" She exclaimed snuggling against the fur of the Mega's chest as he caught her deftly, letting out a low chuckle before he set her back down. Patting the little Gigimon's head affectionately before he turned an assessing glance upon Kitt.
"You're a little on the scrawny side, but~" The Bancho Leomon spoke pausing as he flicked the hood of Kitt's cloak back revealing the Spadamon's face as the Lion man crouched down face to face with the small rookie. His eyes searching as he held Kitt's gaze for a long drawn out moment
"You've got spirit Kid." Logane rumbled out lips twitching with a pleased smile as he straighten back up seeming to have found what he was looking for. Before reaching out one large gentle paw to ruffle the Spadamon's mane.
"Who's your friend here Eris? I like him." The Bancho Leomon questioned as the little Gigimon puffed up with pride.
"This is Kitt! He's gonna be my partner!" She declared proudly for the world to hear.
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.
For a moment the Bancho Leomon seemed taken aback at Kitt's outburst, before his gaze subtly softened. Something almost paternal and understanding lurking in his dark blue eyes as he offered the Spadamon one large mitt like paw in greeting keeping his movements slow, purposeful, none-threatening.
"I suppose it's rude not to introduce myself properly. The name is Logane. High Commander of ICY Fate." The Bancho Leomon introduced himself his voice calm, respectful even as he treated the little rookie like he would an equal.
"You okay Kitt?" Eris questioned softly reaching one little limb out to gently rest it against the Spadamon's side in a reassuring touch. The tiny Gigimon not having understood why her friend had suddenly become so riled up as she followed his gaze glancing around the bar. Even making a few faces at those who stared overly long until they glanced away. Baring tiny sharp fangs protectively in an attempt to ward them away.
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.
"Hey now. Hey it's ok Kid." Logane murmured quickly crouching down as he took the edge of his jacket doing his best to dag Kitt's tears away a look of concern softening the harsh lines of the war torn Lion's face. Eris likewise was quick to leap from her seat. The little Gigimon wriggling her way into Kitt's lap as she peered up at him with worry in her bright blue eyes. Unlike Logane however, she said not a word. Instead gently pressing herself against the Spadamon's fluffy chest as she let out a low soothing thrum as though she could simply soothe away his worry and pain with enough love.
"There's no harm no foul Cub. Heaven knows I probably yelled worse at Cleo when he recruited me kicking and screaming." The Banch Leomon spoke his voice gruff and soft as he took in the sight of the small mess of a Spadamon. The picture Eris and Kitt painted together tugging at his heartstrings as he watching his Niece trying to ease her friends worries. Mentally he made a note to send Cleo a nice fruit basket as an apology for all those years ago.
"You got parents Cub? Anyone to look for you?" He questioned firm,but gentle frowning at the minute shake of Eris's head that indicated more then the Spadamon might say with words in regards to her new friend. Not to mention the ragged cloak Kitt wore and the three empty bowls sitting on the counter painted a grim picture for the Bancho Leomon.
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.
"Right..." Logane gruffs out in a low comforting rumble as he dips down onto one knee and gently scoops the little Spadamon up into his arms Gigimon and all like he would his own child. "Well we've always got room for one more." The Bancho Leomon declares daring anyone in the bar to say otherwise as her shrugs his shoulders shifting his jacket which is looped over his shoulders like a cloak to give the pair of small Digimon somewhat of a screen from the few prying eyes that might still be watching.
"Myceal I'm taking my usual room for the night. If you will send up breakfast for three in the morning. We'll eat before we leave out for home." Logane states only pausing long enough for the XV-mon to nod as he collects the bowls before the Bancho Leomon sweeps up the stairs with his precious cargo in tow.
Meanwhile Eris gently pressed her forehead against Kitt's her little pink tongue darting out to lick away any stray tears as she continues her low comforting thrumming. She's not yet entirely sure what all has upset her friend, but it's clear now he's sensitive about his appearance. She's not entirely sure why though. Kitt is, in Eris's opinion, one of the prettiest Mon's she's ever seen dirt and sass and all, but as her cheeks are dusted briefly pink the little Gigimon doesn't tell him that. Instead she whispers conspiratorially "It's ok I look different too Kitt."
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?
"Here we are." Logane rumbled out his words vibrating through his chest as he pushed open one of the Inn's doors to reveal a cozy little room with two beds. One King to accommodate the large Bancho Leomon, and a smaller twin sized bed that while far from large likely normally dwarfed the Gigimon's petite frame. Gently the Lion Digimon lowered the pair onto the smaller bed petting them both on the head affectionately before eyeing Eris as she glanced up at him pleadingly.
"Fine. You can show him, but don't tell your Dad. I'm gonna go run a bath for you and the Cub." He murmured pulling his hat off to run a rough paw through his mane with a fond if put-upon sigh. A hot bath would do the pair good and Logane was far from pointing out the lingering scent of garbage and plastic that clung to Kitt's fur from who knows what activities the kid had been up to trying to survive and likewise Eris by extension. With that said he turned on his heel stalking into the small bathroom attached to the room as the sound of running water could be heard.
"Here." Eris murmured pointing to a spot on her side that seemed like nothing more then smooth red scales. At least until she tapped it. Then like paint in water her appearance seemed to run her colors shifting from red to to something darker until a Black Gigimon sat before him. Her eyes were the same though. The same bright sharp blue as she watched him somewhat nervously.
"My Daddy makes me wear the holosuit cause he's worried. Black Gigimon and Guilmon are...well normal Guilmon lines are barely tolerated and...he's afraid someone might try to kill me." She explained fumbling over her words.
"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?"
"I think they're fools." Eris murmured her voice low, but sharp with every ounce of feeling she poured into her little declaration. Kitt's mane is matted and his fur is dirty turning the pure white of his coat a more stained brown like trod upon snow. His helmet his worn and his eyes are red-rimmed from crying his outburst not even drawing a flinch from the little Gigimon as his fist impacted the wall. The Spadamon is wan and thin all fur and bones and Eris frowns at the sight.
"And I'm not much in the habit of taking into consideration the opinions of fools. I think they're just jealous of you. Cause you're better then them." She adds tilting her nose up a bit her tone snooty and dismissive in regards to those who had done Kitt wrong. The tiny Gigimon channeling Vivian whenever her cousin spoke of people she considered idiots.
"My Cousin says one shouldn't gloat, but Moon says there's no harm in rubbing things in others faces so long as you're not caught." Eris states with a sage like nod even as Logane pokes his head out of the bathroom with and motions the two inside.
"What did I say about plotting the downfall of your enemies Eris?" The Bancho Leomon rumbled out with exasperated amusement even as he gathered the two up and dumped them both playfully into the large tub filled with warm steaming water.
"Don't gloat until after you're certain they're dead, double tapped them, and seen the body?" The little Gigimon chirped blinking up at him with innocent eyes.
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.
"I think you should look at yourself in the mirror again after the bath and then think about what I said." Eris suggested happily bopping in the water before rolling onto her back to float contentedly her creamy belly scales turned towards the sky as she lets out her own content thrum. Which quickly turns into a giggle at the Spadamon's meow, but it's far from a mean noise. The Gigimon clearly laughing with Kitt rather then at him as Logane even cracked a fond smile. Coating his great big paws with shampoo he all, but gently gripped Kitt by the scruff rubbing the soap deftly through his mane and fur before helping the Spadamon rinse. Slowly little by little his fur returned to it's prior snow white milky color.
"Oh no you don't you need a good scrubbing too." He rumbled out as Eris tried to paddle out of his reach only to be scooped up and likewise rubbed down with soap before she was released back into the water to rinse. Leaving her scales tinged a bit pink, but clean and glistening by the time she decides she's done with this whole bath thing. Hopping onto the towel laid upon the floor the little In-Training Digimon shook herself off splashing Logane with droplets of water before he can dump a dry towel over her to towel her off leaving the Bancho Leomon grumbling good naturedly as Eris trots her way to the bathroom door towel and all looking like a tiny fluffy ghost. Plopping herself down to wait till Kitt decided he was done. She suspected with the fur and all he might take a wee bit more drying.
Seeing that the Gigimon's giggles were not out of malice, the Spadamon slowly started to join in the laughter as well. It was the first time in a while where he had a good laugh. A good laugh heals a lot of hurt as they say, and he really needed a good laugh. Watching Logane coat his hands with shampoo, the Spadamon closed his eyes to brace the inevitable as he didn't want to get any of it in his eyes. The smell of the soap quickly overtook any of the smell Kitt had before, getting all the dirt and oils as it coarse through his mane and fur. Some of the matted fur on his body got loose from being tangled, finally flowing freely after so long.
As he rinsed out the shampoo from his fur with the help of Logane, he slowly started to sink into the water again, with his arms and legs stretched out as if he was floating. He didn't care if the water was dirty from both of their filth, it was still relaxing. Being in something warm and comfortable would do that to someone; they would refuse to get out.
"Five more minutes." Kitt said in a comfortable tone since Eris hopped out of the tub, drying herself off. Only his head remained up-float. He closed his eyes and didn't move, wanting to be like this forever. But sooner or later he would have to get out since the warm water will eventually cool over time.