His fists went tight - as soon as he had seen those classic eight angel wings, Kouichi had been on the defensive. He didn’t think they could fault him for hating the monster that had scanned his spirit. But apparently so, because Des wasn’t the same as that past tyrant. And Kouichi didn’t think he could really blame the reincarnation.
They were friends. The time spent together proved that Des was an inherently good person. Kouichi knew that, and yet…
“I should kill the tyrant Lucemon for what they did to the Digital World,” he seethed, the darkness of anger and pain and frustration leaking from his teeth.
“But you’re not him.”
He heaved a sigh as the energy burned off his shoulders. Everyone deserved a second chance, especially in a new life now that they were purified…right?
IF anything, it was a good thing that Destin
had enough common sense to bite his hurtful remark back. He was not even sure
why that vile rose from deep within, he and his brother were different from
their previous life he was sure. So he took a moment, a deep breath, before replying,
“Second chances, that’s a pretty heavy thing to say,” especially considering
who caused Kouichi’s original death in the first place.
There was no amount of apologies available to
ever make up for that either. [He’s dead
already,] if Digimon could die. By all technicalities, they could not.
Rebirth, reincarnation—well, no that was not necessarily true. Digimon could
die, but it was not a common thing out of battle and all.
The breath he had been holding, since when,
finally escaped the archangel’s body. That was one thing solved, well as solved
as it could be during the moment, but he knew it would lead to a variety of
problems later on.
“And you’re not creeped out?” Destin questioned,
a hand reaching back to touch his shoulder blade were an onyx wing had protruded
along with many others, “I mean, I don’t think I’d ever be comfortable.”
“I said I should,” Kouichi muttered in a low voice. “That doesn’t mean I will.”
HAD
he
heard him, which he did, Destin still would not answer. He was angry, why
should he just accept the other’s “apology”?
However, Destin still did give Kouichi a glance.
Should
he say something? Feeling the slight contrast of ice against the sole of his
shoes as he turned to face the elder, his glare lessened just a bit. He really did not
have anything to respond with except for maybe…
WELL he can certainly say that it was not fear he was feeling, but anger. After—After Des had saved Kouchi’s life, after helping him take down those creatures that
had attacked him—
Kouichi
has—Kouichi had—Kouichi had the audacity
to say this? In what world did he think he had the authority to say that? What
in Hell happened to them being
friends?
“And
why’s that?” Des questioned, back straight, light blue eyes staring straight
into dark blue ones. Well Kouichi could have easily shot back with three
things, the wings that protruded from his back earlier—all then—, or maybe the
facial markings on the left side of his face, or the attacking move he had used
what had been a while ago?
“What
happened to us being friends, you see wings, and
then you freak?” Des shot, arms
folding in front of his chest, disappointment lacing his accusative and judging
tone. “You don’t see me going, ‘Oh my
spirits, Kouichi can turn into that Digimon thing! I should go and murder him!’”
That might have, and totally was,
crossing a line he had no clue existed.
“Why don’t we just kill all our friends that are
Digimon huh, Kouichi? Let’s just do it now and not care if they’re hurt by what
we say. I thought we were [friends], Kouichi.” Then pale blue
eyes flashed, before the tamer—well no, Digimon—finally
broke eye contact and strode away,the
golden cross-clipped onto his pants clanking every time its chain clicked
against each other as he stepped.
Leave “I’ll protect you!” in my askbox and I’ll write out my muse’s reaction.
“KOUICHI stop!” That was really the only thing Des could yellow ashe watched Kouichi selflessly run onto the field. Oh no—no, no, no, this would
not do. If only he could move, but nope. That stupid ice move, what was it, Frozen Wind? Now look at him, stuck in
an icy prison.
What had he been thinking,
everything would have gone fine had he not stupidly teased—antagonized— a temperamental SnowAgumon and its cohorts. Now he
could only watch as Kouichi transform—wait what.
No, he was seeing that
correctly, with a few fluid motions Kouichi had turned—turned into something.
Des only had a few spare moments to be impressed before feeling the temperature
in the cage drop further. Anymore time in there and he would end up a
feather-cicle.
Gloved fists, pounded against
the glasslike ice, as he watched Kouichi—that had to be Kouichi, Des saw him
transform—take on a few of the white digital creatures. He was doing well, that
was certainly no lie, but numbers could best even the best of fighters…
Moreover, Kouichi was certainly outnumbered,
there was only so long he could keep his advantage of speed. So that meant…Des
might end up regretting this later, but he had to. For Kouichi, and probably
for his pride, but especially for Kouichi who would end up overwhelmed if that
thing Dig—
Speak of the Skullsatamon.
No! Focus, Kouichi had to hold his own for just a moment longer,
besides that was only three left—at least he hoped it was. There could be more
in the icy waters, lurking…waiting… Placing both hands against the ice, the boy
focused.
Wings, eight in fact, spread
from his back, before a matching pair of two rose from his sandy colored hair. All
pitch angelic wings spread as far as they could before sending razor-wings at
the ice, making cracks…and again…and again.
Time to go play hero—with ice shards that marked exposed skin that were not already
marked by his ancient tattoos—he quickly flicked his wings to dispose
of any extra ice shards.
“Hey! Pick on someone your own size!” Not him that was for sure.
PALE fingers dig into the birdseed bag he carried, various
Pocket Monster birds chirping around, before tossing out another bunch. He
always had an affinity for creatures and items that could take towards the sky
it seemed.
Des laughed as he
watched the pocket monsters steal seeds from each other or peck at each other
in anger. No matter what the type of bird, it always seemed they all had the
same tactics. “Calm down, there’s more to come!” He stated before reaching into
his bag—
–only to pause
and turn to his side, a smile on his face. “Want to feed them with me? They’re
pretty friendly.” Of course, he would have to get more bird seed later and help
out with the nests, but—
He could put that
off for just a moment.
“Here give me your hand; I’ll put some seeds in it.”
Arms crossed as
the shorter male glared at the taller one. “Were you always this—” A pause. “Condescending?” That was the right word, correct. He hoped it
was, Kouichi was no fool when it came to talking, but Des more of the simple
kind of archangel.
“Jeez Kouichi,
you always gotta spoil my fun.” He muttered, almost pouting, as he glanced away
from the warrior of darkness.
Well that was a good question. Sapphire eyes, a bit glazed over, flicked up to meet bluish greyones. “Why’d you ask that?” Des questioned, an eyebrow rising. That rather
baffled the tamer.
“Well I kinda figured
being good meant doing what’s right even if no one cares. People see and then
they pick up the behavior. It’s like…it’s like laughter, it spreads around.” He
explained before hoping onto the concrete that marked the side of the street.
Des offered a hand to Kouichi, said darkness warrior quickly taking it before
pulling himself up as well.
“Would you help me if
I was actually blind?” He motioned to the cracks where the path had been broken
years before.
With a turn, he made
his way on the concrete bricks, Kouichi following not too far behind.
“I hope that makes
sense, I think I rambled a bit.
“I guess its just
morality that does it. People follow when they have a good leader in
perspective.”
“Hey look they match your hair.” Des commented with maybe a little more hostility thanneeded. ”Try not to trip or anything.” With a quick hand he tossed the shoebox over.
ROLLER SLIPPERS
Slippers with wheels in the heels. They were invented so that one could move around comfortably in their own home, even though nobody ever asked for such a thing.
Alternatively, ‘down with the monarchy’ for a reaction to them being taken off the throne.
Very quiet laughter.
“I can’t say I’m comfortable with this.” Des quietly admitted, watching the Plethora of Digimons, their new underlings he supposed, kneeling. He could see confusion among other things on their faces, but…This is what they were meant to do right? What they had done in their past life.
“Neither am I.” Shein replied just as quietly.
“Let’s just hope we don’t get cut in half again.” He tacked on, hand moving to his mouth as he thought of the possibilities. They should attempt to close any portals and such to the human world in case any heroes get any bright ideas.
They both hear trumpet go off.
“That’s our cue.” The first archangel commented.
“I know,” the second replied.
Looks like he got what he wanted in the end after all.
Des is more than willing to act out on his natural mischievous and childish nature with Kouichi. He’s not normally allowed to do this, but nowadays since he’s seen more than Kouichi’s childish side he tries to be serious.
He’ll adjust his headgear, goggles, clothes, to look presentable. To look he can actually be serious. This started when Kouichi had that mini-attack when they were playing in public.
Unlike his twin’s relationship with Kouichi, Shein thinks of him more as a associate kind of friend. He tends to keep their conversations light unless they delve into a deeper topic.
He also tends to look at Kouichi often as if sizing someone up. This is really a side effect of who they used to be in their past life, but looking past that—
Shein tends to sit still, almost robotic, during their talks. He clearly respects what Kouichi has to say.
“Hey look they match your hair.” Des commented 
1.
2.
“I can’t say I’m comfortable with this.” Des quietly admitted, watching the Plethora of Digimons, their new underlings he supposed, kneeling. He could see confusion among other things on their faces, but…This is what they were meant to do right? What they had done in their past life.
“Let’s just hope we don’t get cut in half again.” He tacked on, hand moving to his mouth as he thought of the possibilities. They should attempt to close any portals and such to the human world in case any heroes get any bright ideas.Looks like he got what he wanted in the end after all.
Des is more than willing to act out on his natural mischievous and childish nature with Kouichi. He’s not normally allowed to do this, but nowadays since he’s seen more than Kouichi’s childish side he tries to be serious.
Unlike his twin’s relationship with Kouichi, Shein thinks of him more as a associate kind of friend. He tends to keep their conversations light unless they delve into a deeper topic. 
