Chapter 3: The Bishop has blessed the Determined
Time drained on and on, the cold chills of November became the more recent snow of January as the December ice stared thawing. A new bright blue sky with just the right amount of cloud clusters passed by as the kids played in the snow with the excited enthusiasm as could be possible. Even the heroic teens couldn’t hold back a bit of snow foolishness with their digimon in the park.
Guilmon deciding to make the biggest snow angel, over rid his digidex again and was currently a huge Growlmon on his front in the snow, moving his arms and legs into the traditional manner of snow angel making. However it turned to be highly difficult due to his lack of a collar bone and placement of his arms he couldn’t move them to his sides like a human could. As well as his legs refused to allow anything past his knees to touch the ground, beside his toes. So he was having a struggle to really make his snow angel.
Terriermon, Henry, and Rika were having a snow ball fight with Kazu, Guardromon, Kenta, and MarineAngemon. Renamon was, like always, watching the scene unfold from the trees, she paid attention to her partner and friends, yet she was keeping an eye out for the purple digimon she didn’t quite enjoy or trust for that matter. She didn’t quite hate him, but he was an irritation that wouldn’t go away. He killed Leomon, yes, he tried to redeem himself several times. Yes, he risked his life for Jeri. Yes, now he’s turned a complete one eighty, and now has his own partner, his own family, and hasn’t caused a fight or anything for almost two years. Yet the fact that he and Guilmon were getting a little too close to be called enemies anymore, sent icepicks through her.
No, she didn’t like Guilmon, it was kind of like a sister not wanting a younger brother to have a girlfriend, especially if the sister knew they were only heartbreaking trouble. A sister-like protective instinct. Renamon would never admit it, but to her, Terriermon and Guilmon were her brothers; they would protect each other as much as they protected their partners. And her sister instinct was going off that night Growlmon got a little too touchy with the purple pest. Every time someone brought up Impmon for one reason or another, she could see it in Guil’s eyes. He remembered that night. He had an infatuation.
A rush of wind ran by the tree she was in with a force unnatural behind it. Renamon readied herself for a fight only to see two large black wings tucking themselves against the back of a leather jacket behind the tree, next to the park fencing.
The black winged angel leaned down placing Ai and Mako on the snowy ground, before hoping up on one of the six foot tall pillars that appeared in repeating intervals in the park’s perimeter fencing, leaning back against the light post right behind it. Crossing his arms and legs as he waved the siblings off to play in the snow. The two children waved and ran off toward the flying snow of Rika and Henry bombarding the other two with their packed snowball supply. Ai and Mako, snuck around the barrier of the winning team, asking if they could play too, a few seconds of halted snow throwing and then the four jumped up from their snow wall, then practically burying Kazu and Kenta’s team. Beelz chuckled softly at the sight, before realizing he was being watched by a glaring fox.
“Glaring at me isn’t going to make me go away, I still gotta take those two back home.” He said, he was smiling nicely at her, since he didn’t want to start a fight with her.
“I obviously know that, but I figure this is the best way to show my detest without physically destroying you.”
“Rude.” He scoffed at her blunt hatred. “What did I do to make you so angry at me? Don’t tell me you’re still holding a grudge all this time.”
“Why have you and Guilmon gotten so close recently? Don’t tell me your “turning a new leave” act involves faking Guilmon into liking you.” She didn’t want to play the guessing game with him. She wanted an answer.
The angel turned as pale as the cold snow, his eyes grew huge as his emerald irises turned to cartoon-esc black dots, tail curling around the sole of his boot, and he froze like a child caught stealing cookies after bedtime. He blinked a few times before trying to play a good poker face, but giving up. He was a horrible liar and he couldn’t come up with any good cover for his ten seconds of panic.
“How’d you find out?”
“The night we were looking for Growlmon a few months back.” She replied.
“Shit…” He mumbled under his breathe, his face dusted with pink as a few images came playing like reruns behind his eyes. “Why are you so pissed about it? Do you like him or something? It’s not my fault he was hitting on me.”
“No, I don’t “like him or something” I’m just protecting my friends from digimon trying to hurt them.” She gruffly told him.
“I’m not trying to hurt him, and I’m not going to hurt him.” He was blushing a little darker, puffing out a rather heavy sign of crystalizing air. He glanced through the snow cloaked trees as Growlmon was making a huge snowman or a snow Growlmon, not even paying attention to their argument. Beelz was glad, he didn’t want to deal with him at the moment. Yes, no one could see him with the amount of snow covered trees between them, but Growlmon could smell him for blocks, so the shock that he hadn’t even come over to greet him or do whatever was quite surprising.
“Then what’s your game, what are you gaining from this little relationship the two of you are forming?”
“…” He mulled over the question a bit; he had no game, in fact Guilmon was the one setting up this game. The only benefit he had was a potential mate. He had nothing to gain from any of it. And that was his response.
She just glared at him again. She didn’t believe him, however she didn’t have enough evidence to call him a liar.
“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Terriermon emerged from the foliage of Rena’s neighboring tree hanging by his feet upside down from a branch.
“What do you want Terrier?” She didn’t want to listen to the rabbit’s snarky comments at the moment, but she would at least pay attention to his reasons for coming over.
“Gee, can’t a digimon come and say hi?” He said as he flipped himself right side up, “They don’t need me anymore in the snowball fight and the drool machine is busy with building a self-portrait.”
Beelzemon said nothing, just glancing through the snow covered leaves to see the dragon patting snow down on his sculpture, the angel smiled for just a bit but said nothing. Renamon noticed it and eased up a bit on her glaring, yet did not recede fully.
No one said a word for several minutes, Renamon continued to watch Beelzemon, Beelzemon continued to watch through the leaves, but switched over to watching his partners, and Terriermon just sat on his branch watching his feet as he started kicking them lightly. Silence between the three was near inhospitable for Beelz if the sound of all the kids weren’t dripping through the air. So caught up in their silent tasks, they all shared mini heart attacks when the thundering boom of a two-story house slamming into the ground echoed through the earth and shook their coded beings. Turning toward the sound, Growlmon laid dazed in a huge mound of snow one of his feet hanging in the air.
Growlmon had apparently went walking around pushing a big snow ball trying to make a big enough snow boulder for his snow self’s head. However he had accidentally slipped on a sheet of ice hidden under a thin layer of snow, where his oversized scaly toes had no traction on the flat slippery surface, and had fallen forward into his snow ball. Which saved him from injury, but did nothing for the lizard’s brain as it rattled within his skull from the impact.
The teens at war just stood laughing at the dragon, Takato was even laughing. Rena, Terrier, and Beelz however found none of it funny. Yet it was Beelz who was the only one who walked over; hopping down from his perch, walking along the fence line, he emerged from the trees when he was closer to the dragon. Growl had walked away from their separate area, and more toward the small pond a little closer to the park’s center. The angel stood knees together before squatting next to him one arm wrapped around his abdomen, hand holding the elbow of his other arm as the rest of his forearm hung limply against his lap. One of his fingers tapping the side of the dragons face, yet wielded no response from him. The darker moved his arm to tilt the dragon’s entire head away from him, brushing the snow off the side of his face, the angel took a good look at the other’s gold eyes rolling around in the socket.
“Hey, Royal Stupid, you Okay?” a low groan echoed through the crimson’s throat, his eyes closed for a few good seconds and then opening again to his regular bright gold eyes. Flicking from straight ahead of himself to the darker, crouched next to his face, big full wings tucked comfortably against his back, and silver tail curled slightly around his boots. Growlmon was beaming, a big smile on his snout at the sight of the angel.
“Hi Bells.” He chirped at the winged digimon. Using his nickname for the darker. The addressed tried as hard as possible to not blush, failing miserably at doing such. Beelz’s face warmed considerably at the nickname, glaring being his only refuge, other than tilting his head forward so his mask could cover it.
“Are you Okay or not? And don’t call me that.”
Beelzemon helped the lizard to his feet, not even remembering the fox and the rabbit watching. The humans had already receded back to their original tasks of building and battling. Renamon continued to angrily stare at the two towering digimon, Terrier looking between the pair and fox.
“You see it too, I’m guessing.” Terrier remarked, smiling warmly at her.
“When did you find out?”
“Jeri told me, she said Impmon would ask her a bunch of completely obvious questions about Guilmon when she babysits his partners.” He looked back at Growl reconstructing his ball but Beelz didn’t leave his side while he did it. “You?”
“The night we went Growlmon hunting a few months ago. I saw him…“handling” Impmon, so to speak.”
“Wow. Great mental image I gave myself.” Terrier looked slightly pale as the image ran across his vision. “Anyway you don’t like them together, do you?”
“I don’t trust him, he’s playing some game with Guilmon.” Terrier said nothing for a bit. Renamon was thinking about it too much, she was the one who was supposed to know when to back them up, but not to go completely overprotective. She was kind of stick in the mud, but she knew when to let them have their fun, when to make their own decisions and mistakes. She never would go out of her way to stop them from doing something, especially if that meant a relationship (, granted he himself never had a relationship before, and Guil was apparently starting his first). This wasn’t her. Yet, he could see it in her eyes; this wasn’t about Guilmon or Impmon, this wasn’t about Gallant or Beelz.
She just didn’t want to accept it.
The Queen didn’t want to accept the Knight was after the Princess.
“You don’t want things to change, do you?” Terrier asked. She stiffened, but after a few seconds relaxed with a sigh.
“Yeah, I don’t.” She admitted to the rabbit.
“You know when I first found out, I didn’t believe it either. I kept pretending that it wasn’t true, and that I didn’t see. But at some point I finally realized; pretending, wasn’t going to make anything change. And that my only choses were to either accept it, or to ruin a good friendship over something I couldn’t control.” The rabbit spoke calmly as they watched Growlmon push his new snow boulder around the pound. This time with Beelz (literally) hovering next to him in case the dragon was going to fall again, however Growlmon would repeatedly move to nip at the hovering angel’s hip or thigh every now and then. “So.”
“I accepted, because you can make a lot of friends in this world, but you only have one family.” He turned back to her smiling, she returned the look. Letting his words sink in she smiled back, maybe she wasn’t ready to accept it but she was willing to start.
Growlmon rolled his snow ball over to Takato for their snow sculpture, giving Beelz one last nip on his left wing, resulting in the pink highlight across the angel’s face and an angry sneer toward the crimson. Before dismissing it and returning to his place on the fence pillars. The angel glanced at the two in the trees, but said nothing until he was hidden behind the snow covered vegetation once more.
“I’m going to take a guess and say you both know about it.” The pair shook their heads in agreement. He larger huffed. “Great,” He sarcastically groaned.
“Don’t worry, we won’t tell.” Terrier exclaimed. “After all, I’ve learned to accept the truth and ignore the ignorant.”
The day progressed, Growlmon and Takato at some point finished their sculpture, but the sun was really starting to melt it, so Growl started to eat it. Which was funny when he got a brain freeze and didn’t know what to do. In the end the snowball fight ended in the obvious winner being Rika, Henry, Ai and Mako. Kazu and Kenta admitted defeat, even if Guardromon had absolutely no idea what they lost.
And soon it was dark and time to go home; Rika and Renamon waved goodbye as they left through the North gate of the park as Henry, Terrier, Kenta, MarineAngemon, Kazu and Guardromon left going toward the West gate. Takato, Ai, Mako, Growl, and Beelz went toward the Southern gate, which was the direction the shrine was. Takato was having a very detailed discussion with Ai about training and Bio-Merging seeing as Ai was really looking forward to calling herself a Tamer like the older. Mako was listening as to know what would happen when he got his partner digimon seeing as Ai and Imp worked together more comfortably. Beelz and Growl stayed far behind, as the angel’s wings were starting to ach horrible with disuse, and the dragon wanted a good excuse to stare at those elegant wings that craved to fly.
Beelz stopped at some point watching the humans walk on not noticing a thing. He sighed and started stretching his wing’s aching muscles upward, his feathers ruffling and spreading outward. Extending his arms with the long black appendages, and leaning back cracking his back just slightly. The soft pops the sounded from his joint were little sparks of relaxation in the tendons. The cold snow his wings knocked from a tree made him shiver as it made contact with the lower bone that rested closer to his shoulder. Flapping his right wing roughly he tossed the snow off with ease, nonetheless it left a few spots of water on his wing, collecting more icy air than if he left the snow there. He was about to start walking again and try to ignore it, but was stopped by a warm clawed hand reaching under his wing and holding the top with the sharp parts of the claws. Beelz turned to see Growlmon breathe hot air over the wet part of his wing a slight glow shown through the dragon’s mouth, silhouetting his sharp dangerous teeth ghosting so close to his fragile feathered muscles. The hot images of those teeth softly gnawing on his wings, or worse yet Gallant’s teeth on his neck.
Damn it, no, not here, not now! Beelz screamed at himself as the heat of his blood ran up to his face, feeling the warmth of the crimson’s breathe against his wet feathers then cooling once more with the cold air. It was erotic and horribly pleasurable. Damn it he needed to stop before-
“Bells cold?” Growl moved his left hand to touch Beelz’s hip, then moving to caress his leather clad stomach, moving ever so slightly down to his belts. His mouth moving from the other’s wing over to his thin neck, nuzzling the crook with his snout, hot exhales running down Beelz’s chest. FUCK!
“D-Dumbass. Your partner is less than 40feet away from us, are you serious right now?” Beelz growled in a hushed tone, he was about to bust an erection in tight leather with his own partner’s in ear shot. Growlmon just looked at him like nothing was wrong, like this was the most normal thing to do at the moment. Sure their partners were close by, but that didn’t deter him for shit if his pay off was seeing the other all hot and bothered. Beelz was having none of this though and that sadden him. The angel elbowed the crimson in the chest, making him release his grip and slowly regaining composure, and just in time because the trio ahead were calling for them, finally realizing they were gone.
Hollering back the two continued toward the shrine, but not without Growlmon finding one of his hands a place in his Bells’ belt loops, which Bells ignored for the most part until they got within view of the humans. Brushing the other’s hand loose, however he couldn’t help himself in squeezing the dragon’s hand before he let go.
Growlmon managed to crawl into his hole, he watched Takato maneuver the lock into place, before all three humans waved and said goodbye, walking away back again to the Southern Gate. Not noticing the angel staying put. Growlmon looked slightly confused lifting his head above the fence, within a second the dragon’s confusion became shock, as the other quickly leaned over the fence and moved his lips to his cheek, so painfully close to the corner of his mouth. Slowly Bell moved away, ghosting his lips down the other’s snout, opening his eyes, his half lidded emeralds locked with the amber gems of the other.
“Sweet dreams, Knight.” And with that Beelzemon ran off after the humans. Growlmon sat there mulling over what just happened. He smirked.
The Princess was caught in the Dragon’s Trap.
Beelzemon caught up to the humans decelerating back down to a walking pace, Ai offered Takato a ride back to his house. Takato kindly declined, said goodbye and walked off to his house. They shrugged and said farewell to him, Bell picked up the two and held them close as his wings raised up to the sky, then slammed down sending them into the night sky. His wings beat every now and then, but otherwise remained motionless as they glided home. Landing outside the house, Beelz placed the youths on the ground before turning back into Impmon, their mother came out with a smile and hot chocolates for them ushering them in the kids retreated to their room to change before joining their mother and Imp in snuggling next to the fire and listening to mom continue the story she told them months prior, about the dragon and the princess.
Imp sat watching the pair’s faces as their mom explained the story to them. As he remembered, what Terriermon said earlier, but never saw the true meaning behind them. Terrier however, sat on Henry’s windowsill staring out at the city beyond the glass, Henry had long since put his sister to bed and had since fallen asleep. Terrier sat there, watching the lights run by and change to the accorded colors, as if there were cars to obey like slaves begging to be given an order of what to do next. Terriermon knew his place, and it wasn’t in this battle, this was not his fight and he had no say in it. All he could do was give advice to those playing. He had already given his consent to Gallant and Beelz. All he had to do was watch from his window. The Bishop watched the players making their moves; The Princess falling in love with the Dragon, The Knight waiting to take his Pry, The Queen to start a long journey of Acceptance, and…
Well, he already made his move.
In the game where, The Bishop has blessed the Determined.