Found Some*beat*body (Tridori)

After a little while, Yaku would begin moaning in discomfort, having been laying on the sidewalk for a long time. As he spread himself out he coughed and wheezed a little bit as he tried to get off the ground. about half-way through this he opened his eyes to see the two guilmon standing above him. Naturally, he screamed and fell back over, cowering behind his briefcase once again. Under his minuscule cover he tried to assess his situation, looking over himself. He remembered a giant monster... and standing up for himself... and then his money burning... oh, right. Money. He has no money anymore. That bully burned it all with his cigar.

He opened his breifcase, letting the makeshift map fall in. He didn't notice it, as he was looking for his wife's photo, which, much to his relief, still was in there. Closing the case and keeping the map, Yaku turned his attention to those who were standing in front of him.

He looked over the two standing above him... they didn't look aggressive, despite their massive claws and teeth. If they were they would beaten him and taken his data (or, however this system works) while he lay in the middle of the street. He carefully got up, keeping a defensive stance.
"Wh-who are you?" He asked, pitifully. "What do you want?"

"I uh... I got jumped by a pair of bull- I mean... a pair of criminals. They um... took my money and left me on the streets..." He sighed as once again the Digimon question returned. "I do not have a digimon... I... I think it's a fluke or something, because I can hardly... you know. I'm trying to get home but without money I can't take a trailmon back..." The thought finally struck him. He was trapped. He had no way home. He'd no back-up plan, no associates to call upon a favor of, no idea of what services he could provide for this world or if they'd even care for them.

After staring a long and awkward while, Yaku was snapped out of it by the realization they were still there. "Erm... no, I'm not injured... not badly at least... I just have a few cuts and scrapes." He said, as if he never realized he had a massive gash on his spine. "...C-could you spare me a few um... digi-dollars? Is that what you use as currency here? I just need a train home... to my wife. I've been here a week and she must be worried sick about me..." he explained.

Yaku nodded. "Well... you don't need to give me money... I mean..." He didn't want to sound greedy, especially to a pair who where so keen on helping him. "I... I could do odd jobs for you... I'd probably have lost my real job by the time I come back anyway..." He sighed.

A week. He wondered if people were still looking for him, or if they even realized he was gone. He was never a very popular man, and he didn't have very many friends. Just his wife and his co-workers... and most of them hated him anyways. The term DATS would enter his mind once in a while but he highly doubted they'd do anything for him. He'd thought about this multiple times a day, but now was not the time.

"A-anyway... I'd be glad to follow you to your restaurant. I haven't eaten a home-cooked meal in a long time... I-I'll gladly work for it, if you just feed me first..." Yaku was also exhausted. Fainting and sleeping are two different things, although they're both better alternatives to being knocked out, where he would suffer concussions that would be difficult to treat in this weird, backwards world.

Yaku was thankful this tubby woman had taken him in. He couldn't do much honestly, and his appearance reflected that, but considering the alternatives was to risk working for trailmon who would -according to UFADO- murder him if he messed up, he was probably better off working for her. She didn't seem the type to murder someone simply because he dropped something or miscounted... then again, maybe that was the reason she was so tubby... he shook the thought from his head and followed them, relaxing slightly.

"I'd never dine and dash ma'am, I assure you, I may be a lot of things, but suicidal is not one of them."

Yaku blinked, confused. How come he couldn't run into tiny adorable things like this instead of the vicious and insane monsters? Sure, they'd probably still try and kill him, but at least his heart would be able to handle them. Yaku shook it and bowed.

"Yaku, I am Tridori Yaku... I am looking forward to working for you, Marin-sama and Lily-sama... although, I doubt I could put you two on a resume..." He chuckled at his own joke, relaxing a lot now that he was out of the open.

Yaku smiled and nodded, shaking hands and paws alike as he finally found someplace he wouldn't have worry about dying a violent death in. A large amount of associates, a room with a bed, a home-cooked meal, a new job... If he didn't need to return to his wife, Yaku'd argue he'd found heaven.

"Actually, where I come from, Mister Tridori would be the proper name." He smiled, hoping not to sound like a grammar nazi.

Following Marin away, he bowed to the both of them as he left them be before entering his room and tanking Marin for his kindness. "Thank you, Marin-sama. I will do my best to keep it neat and clean."

As he looked around the small room, he did everything to try and make himself at home. Placing his suitcase in the closet and the photo of his wife, placing it in the corner of a picture-frame so he wouldn't have to take out their photos. Taking off his shoes, he took a deep breath and wondered if they'd any spare clothes for him to wear while his washed his.... shaking his head, Yaku removed his coat and pants, remaining in his socks, underwear, and shirt so he could dress quickly if they needed him.

Looking over the bunk he was given, he sighed as it was only a twin-sized mattress... considering what he'd slept on before (a park bench, a Biyomon nest, and a concrete sidewalk) it may as well have been made of clouds. As he collapsed onto the bed, he almost immediately fell asleep.

Yawning and wiping off his face, Yaku sighed happily as he found he hadn't had the usual nightmares that plagued him since he'd come here. "Give me a moment, Marin-sama..." he replied between some deep breaths. "I need to get dressed..." Putting on his pants, he returned to the door, smiling like he hadn't in a long time.

Opening the door, Yaku bowed at his superior. "Good Morning, I assume you're going to ask me a few questions about where I come from?" He asked, Marin may notice the photo Yaku had placed in the frame. "I only plan on staying a few days, Marin-Sama... just until I can make enough money to get home... I will answer any question to the best of my abilities, Marin-sama."

Yaku nodded. "Yes, that sums it up, Marin-sama... I will do it to the best of my abilities, I-I've never been a waiter before b-but I'll give it my best... and some new clothing would be nice... but c-can I not go with Early-sama? He... um... is rather... I do not wish to offend... and I was far too tired to react before... but he kind of... he frightens me..." He whispered to his boss, trying not to be offensive or be overheard.

If anyone had heard anything about Yaku it would be about his many and numerous fears. He had been terrified by a DemiVeemon within the first fifteen minutes of arriving in the Digital World, so a Vilemon? It was miraculous he was still walking and talking at this point in time, let alone about the creature. "...I also have a question... I do not want to be intrusive, Marin-sama, so you do not need to answer... but I've noticed that in these photos there is a member of your... nakama", he said, using a word that roughly translated to "a group, though unrelated, that form a family", "I haven't met..."