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Digimon

N3RA

-Memories-

Chapter 4

He awoke the next morning, nearly awaiting that all was a dream, but instead he was greeted by the sight of the gray fox looking outside through the window.

"Mh...morning..." he yawned.

"Good morning." she replied.

Damien looked at her, wondering if she even slept at all. She sat there on his arm chair, in nearly the same pose she did yesterday. Then he realized he hadn't actually even shown her where she could sleep yesterday. Not that he had much place in his room, the arm chair was comfy, but a bit too small to sleep in, especially for a week. Something he had to change later.

His mother took it better than he thought. She even seemed to like Cathrin after she talked to her for a while. With Cathrin trying to explain everything from the start and his mother adding some old stories about him. Meanwhile Damien simply sat down on the couch drawing. At first he just doodled a bit, nothing precisely. But then, glimpsing over to his new partner, he found a worthy motive. Half an hour later he had enough sketches of her, packing them away for later.

Suddenly she stood before him.

"That teleporting freaks me out."

"I didn't. You were preoccupied."

"Oh..." he said. "How does that even work? How do you do this?"

"Something about bending space and time to my benefits, etc etc." She explained, "Not very easy to explain this."

"So are there any rules for that?"

"Well... As any kind of movement it needs energy, so I can't phase from this point to the other side of the world. Too far and I would faint... or die."

She vanished and reappeared across the room, "Basically I used the same energy I would've needed walking over here. Then again it's safest to jump only to where I can see. Could end up in a wall otherwise."

"Oh..." Damien picked up his pen, flipping it between his fingers, "And there I hoped for some spontaneous trips around the world." he chuckled looking, "where did my mother go?"

"Off to work, she said. You really were preoccupied." she smiled.

"Something funny?" he asked.

"Just never seen anyone so oblivious to his surroundings." She sat down next to him, "Your mother is nice... and she had some interesting stories." she chuckled.

"Oh god... please tell she didn't show you any old pictures of me." She had a tendency to do that.

That made her smile even bigger.

"You were drawing before?" she said, to his relief changing the topic to something less embarrassing. "Can I see them?"

Nodding he reached for his backpack and handed her the folder. She scanned through the sketches.

"Those are amazing," she saw the sketches of her, "amazing..."

"Those are just the sketches," Damien said, "The finished stuff is at the back."

Skipping a few sheets she found the finished artworks, diverse stuff, fanart of games, movies, books as well as whole landscapes, portraits etc.

"Say," she looked at the sketches of her again, "could you finish one for me?"

"Yeah sure."

Later, they sat at his room again. Cathrin was still looking through his drawings, while Damien sat at his computer. The game he had been spending his time on was over, he tried but he couldn't even start it anymore. Being stripped of his favorite game he had to think of something else, his gaze fell on Cathrin. Somehow he felt like he should show her a bit more of his world, but then again he wondered how he should do it without anybody seeing her.

For now he decided to simply let some music play and talk some more with her. He chose one of his favorite bands, Nightwish, symphonic metal.

He sat on his bed and relaxed, enjoying the music. Cathrin looked up from the drawings, listening closely.

"That sounds good."

"One of my favorites. Do you have music in your world?" he asked.

"Sure. My grandfather often took me to theaters, where artists performed songs and poems, but... I actually preferred the songs they were singing in taverns, they were more energetic. Oh my grandfather hates them."

Damien had to laugh, "That sounds awful familiar." he sighed.

They continued to listen to the music. Damien even repeated a song he liked once more, then he was surprised by Cathrin who started to sing along.

For one he was surprised she could memorize the whole song, though she only heard it once. And then there was her voice. He was sure he never heard anything near it. He could only describe it as beautiful.

The song was over, she stopped singing, but still he was staring at her. She realized it and looked worried.

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't annoy you."

"Annoy me?" he laughed, "Are you kidding, you are... I mean..." he stuttered euphorically, " You sound wonderful... I mean great."

She smiled, " Thank you."

Damien looked at the time, and shut down his pc.

"Late. I'll gonna sleep." Then he remembered. "Say, where did you sleep yesterday?"

"I," She said, "slept a bit, enough."

"On my arm chair?" he asked and she nodded.

Damien sighed, "We have a couch in the living room, I guess it's more comfortable than my arm chair. I have some spare blankets, so we could bring them in the living room. You don't have to stay awake all night."

"I just wanted to be careful." she said.

"Careful? Something wrong?" he asked.

"I am supposed to protect you."

Damien understood slowly, that's why she wasn't sleeping. She stayed on watch.

"All right... I really appreciate the thought, but you don't have to stay on watch the whole night. My world is relatively calm, this area at least. It's extremely unlikely that something happens."

He smiled to reassure her. "You can sleep if you want, you don't have to stay awake."

She thought about it for a moment, then she nodded.

"Then let's prepare the couch."

"Thank you, that's kind of you. But still, I would prefer to stay with you."

He stopped for a moment, "Ok..." he looked around for an alternative. "The arm chair's too small an I have nothing to put on the floor..." he looked at the bed, it was big enough for two person, but...

"Well... my bed is big enough for two. So if you wouldn't mind." he suggested.

Cathrin looked at the bed, thinking about it for a moment.

"Alright."

"Why do we have to go trough all these useless passages?" Damien heard Autumns, he opened his eyes.

"There's no valuable information in these memories." he complained.

"It is safer. If we skip too much, it's likely further memories can't be recreated." A scientist stood next to him. "The whole process is based on the body's own ability to regenerate. He needs to remember everything. It doesn't work any other way."

"Everything... Well, get him back to his cell."

"W-what the hell..." Damien said, his voice sore and weak, "Wh... what happened that you... why are you doing this?"

Autumns looked at him.

"You kids are so naive. Those things are no toys, you need to understand that. Now get him out of here!"

The goons grabbed him again while the scientist pulled the tubes out of him. Damien nearly bit his tongue trying not to scream from the pain.

He was pulled up and dragged out of the room. In the hallway, he looked around, trying to find some way out. There were many hallways, no sings, but a load of men with rifles, looking at him.

They threw him into his cell again. Damien tried to lean against the wall as the men left, but one stayed behind, staring at the boy.

"Whats the hold up?!" another one shouted from the door.

"Just..." The man in front of Damien began, "Buddy of mine was killed by this shithead and his fox-bitch."

"Michaels! Get out here!" the men from the door shouted.

"Gimme a minute." he shouted back, kneeling down next to Damien. "How did a weak shit like you do that. Some guys are even afraid of you." He stood up and without any warning he kicked Damien in his side. He groaned from the pain.

"What the hell are you talking?" he asked the man.

"I wonder myself. Look at you piece of shit!" Another kick landed in Damien's stomach, enough so couldn't breath for a moment.

"Sad they still need you, wouldn't mind beat the shit outta you. Maybe I meet your fox-bitch, I'll say hi from you right before I fucking kill her, what do you say?"

Damien stared at Michaels. "Fuck off."

Michaels grin dropped and he kicked one last time, sending Damien against the wall.

Cursing the man left the cell, Damien coughed, groaning.

"If he dares... to..." he sighed, and let himself fall to the ground.

He lay there, trying to think of a way to flee, but in the end the only thing coming to his mind was her voice singing his favorite song.