Theme Song: Be Somewhere
12: Why can't I just have it all?
It was nighttime now, and Beelzemon had been searching all over this city, but he hadn't found anyone that actually excited him enough to give his sin to. Which was sad, because there were a lot of humans around, and each one of them had a hunger, but they didn't have THE hunger.
Not like he did.
Most people, human and Digimon alike, didn't understand what gluttony truly was. They attributed it to food, simply because of it's connection to hunger. But what they didn't realize was that it was possible to hunger for a lot of things. Food, money, attention, or even love, lust, and sex, all of those could be hungered for. In fact, it would have been more appropriate in this day and age to attribute gluttony to desire than to hunger.
Beelzemon desired everything. He wanted the most food, the most money in this strange world while he was here, great sex (yes some Digimon could have and were able to WANT sex, him being one), and of course a great fight. This world was a bore to him though. No one excited him enough to want let alone excited him enough to become a Tamer under his-
“PRESENTING!!! THE ONE AND ONLY TRRRRRRRRIIIIIXIEEEEE LUUUUUULAAAAAMOOOOOON!!!!”
“Who the actual fuck?” Beelzemon asked looking back at a large circus tent. It looked like there was a show going on in that big tent. It was blue and purple. He was curious, so he shrugged and walked into the tent. Inside he saw a huge crowd of people, and they all were looking up. He pushed all of them out of the way until he was in front, and he then looked. Above him he saw a number of spotlights shine on a platform in the middle, and he squinted a bit to see what was up there.
He saw a woman.
She was wearing a purple leotard that was sleeveless revealing the top of her perky breasts, a blue and black blazer, white gloves, dark stockings and blue high heels. She had long light blue hair, full lips made up in dark red/purple lipstick, and the most brilliant purple eyes Beelzemon had ever seen. Finally, adorned on her head, was a fancy top hat with stars decorating it.
The young woman spread out her arms and smiled brilliantly. Beelzemon couldn't believe his eyes. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
She jumped off the platform and did a flip in the air, “WHOO!” she cried out happily, grabbing onto the trapeze and swinging around. All the while she had the most gleeful smile on her face, and her expression was one of pure joy.
The young woman swung down to a railing that was suspended and spiraling down around the arena, where she jumped off the trapeze, flipped in the air, and landed perfectly on the railing, where she then slid on it all the way to the balance beam next to the stage. She jumped off the rail and landed perfectly on the balance beam and then turned around, doing a series of elegant back flips all the way to the edge of the stage, where she then walked over to a microphone and snatched it.
“ARE YOU PEOPLE READY FOR THE GREATEST SHOW OF YOUR LIVES?!” the woman screamed, her voice somewhat raspy, but still full of sensual flare and confidence.
The crowd screamed out loud gleefully.
“I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!” she screamed, now holding her ear out for everyone to the crowd, which then screamed louder, “TELL ME, WHAT'S MY NAME?!”
“TRIXIE! TRIXIE! TRIXIE!”
“Trixie?” Beelzemon asked.
“Trixie's the greatest!” a young man right next to the leather clad Digimon informed him.
“The greatest, huh?” Beelzemon asked with a raised eyebrow.
“There's nothing Trixie can't do!”
Beelzemon stayed and watched the whole show, which turned out to be a high stakes magic show. Sure enough, the guy was right. She seemed to do just about everything perfectly. Her tricks were very death defying, and in some cases it looked like she had panicked or even died, only to end the trick perfectly unharmed.
All eyes were on her. Beelzemon couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her figure was perfect, her hair was flawless, her voice was that of an angel's, she could even sing! Beelzemon wanted her. He wanted her badly.
What truly got to him the most though, was her expression. At all points, she had the happiest look on her face. When the crowd applauded, she closed her eyes and soaked in the applause.
Was she… getting off on the attention?
Beelzemon wanted to talk to her. As such, he stayed even until everyone else left. Then Trixie got the money from her manager, who also seemed to be checking her out as he quite shamelessly stared at her breasts, and began heading out. Instead of going back to his bike, Beelzemon followed her closely, keeping a distance from her but making sure she was still in his sights. She walked deeper into town, taking a few back streets, and then turned toward an alleyway. She then briefly stopped, and looked right at Beelzemon.
Beelzemon froze, trying to hide how surprised he was. Trixie simply smirked and walked into the alleyway. Beelzemon smirked himself and walked into the alleyway too. In the deepest part of the alley, he found Trixie, leaning against the wall holding her hands above her in a sensual manner.
“So, now we have a bit of privacy,” Trixie said, lifting her leg a bit and giving Beelzemon her undivided attention.
“You knew I was following you,” Beelzemon asked.
“Of course I knew,” Trixie said as if it were obvious.
“How did you know?” Beelzemon asked. Trixie chuckled.
“Well, why wouldn't you follow me?” Trixie asked, “I'm gorgeous, after all. Absolute perfection. Besides, I saw you at my show. Liked what you saw?”
“Oh did I?” Beelzemon asked, walking closer to her, “I really enjoyed the show. Especially how you commanded everyone's attention.”
“Of course. Once I enter the room, all eyes on on me, where they belong.”
Beelzemon laughed loudly at that, “Oh boy! You could give Lucemon a run for his money! But there's something else about you that draws me to you.”
“Oh? And what's that?” Trixie asked giving Beelzemon a coy smile.
“It's those eyes,” Beelzemon said, now standing over Trixie who surprisingly didn't show any fear, “You're not afraid of me?”
“Afraid? Why would I be afraid? I want you,” Trixie said. Beelzemon raised an eyebrow at that.
“Want me?” he asked.
“That's right. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that it had to be you. You're not like everyone else, and I wanted you all to myself.”
“Is that right?” Beelzemon asked, a hungry smirk adorning his face. Trixie nodded slowly.
“Yeah. You're unlike anything I've ever seen, and I wanted to have you before someone else got a hold of you. I can be a bit greedy about the things that I want.”
“And what do you want?” Beelzemon asked leaning close to her. Trixie leaned forward closer to him and narrowed her eyes, still smirking.
“Everything.”
Beelzemon's eyes widened again, “Everything… huh?”
“That's right. Fame, fortune, the biggest house, the best car, the shiniest jewel, the best clothes, the tastiest food, the best man, immortality, the best sex ever, and of course, everyone's attention at all times.”
“You… want to be God, don't you…?” Beelzemon asked trembling.
“I already am God. The world just doesn't know it yet.”
Beelzemon couldn't believe it. She was everything he ever wanted. No wonder he didn't find anyone with desire, she had all of it! She literally wanted everything, on top of Godhood! He knew then, he was taking her for himself.
“You want me, huh?” Beelzemon said with a smirk, “Well, funny you should mention that. See, I was thinking the same thing about you.”
“Ooooh. You wanted me?” Trixie asked, “Get in line, big boy. Everyone wants me.”
“Sure, everyone does want you,” Beelzemon wrapped his arms around Trixie pulling her close to him, “But I don't just hunger. I take.”
Trixie gave a silvery laugh, “You sound just like me!” she gripped his jacket holding him close, “But now I have you right where I want you.”
“See, the thing is, you're still a weak human,” Beelzemon pulled out his gun and held it at Trixie's head, “I'm not, so I'm the one in control-” she started laughing, “Something funny?”
“You don't have any power over me,” Trixie said, “Because while you may be stronger, you won't kill me on the grounds of you wanting me so badly.” she pressed her head against the barrel of his gun, “Bottom line, if you wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already.”
Beelzemon chuckled at that, and then threw his head back laughing louder than he'd laughed in his life, “Now this is what I'm talking about! That's seals it. I've decided, I'm choosing you to carry my seal.”
“Your seal?” Trixie asked.
“How would you like to have the power to get whatever you wanted?” the way her eyes lit up made Beelzemon's heart flutter.
“You have that…?” Trixie asked, looking at Beelzemon as if he were the holy grail itself. Beelzemon reached into his pocket, and pulled out a purple and blue Digivice.
“See this here? This is the key to that power. I'm willing to give this to you, all you-” she cut him off by raising her hand.
“Save it,” Trixie said, “I'll make this real simple for you. That power, is mine now. All I need is for you to tell me how to use it.”
Beelzemon wasn't sure if he should have been offended or astounded. He liked that. He really liked that. As such, he grinned, and gave the Digivice to the young woman.
“Push the button in the middle,” Beelzemon said. Trixie turned around and pushed the button, pulling up a holographic screen.
LEVEL: 666_ SYSTEM: BEELZEBUB_ CODE: GLUTTONY_
CAUTION! PURGATORY LEVEL 6
Trixie heard a low howl. She turned to look deeper into the alleyway, and saw a large light purple fox with nine tails tipped in red flames that also engulfed it feet it seemed. On its forehead and hips was a yin/yang symbol. Around it's neck was a large green and white ribbon with golden tips at the ends.
“Greetings, Mistress,” the fox said, voice deep, low, and feminine, “I am Youkomon, your Digimon partner.”
Trixie jumped up and down excitedly, “It's perfect! You're perfect!” she ran over to the fox and hugged her, “So with this, I can get anything that I want?”
“Anything at all,” Beelzemon said with a smirk, “The only price for this service is you.”
“Oh, you thought I forgot?” Trixie stood up and walked back over to Beelzemon, grabbing his jacket again, “You're mine now.”
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he then pulled her close and claimed her mouth with his own, shocked by her tongue meeting his in a truly dominant kiss. He couldn't believe his luck, but he found a human who's hunger matched his PERFECTLY.
And he was never giving her up.
For the next few days, things were quiet for Fluttershy and her friends. The air of their last major failure was still present. Surprisingly though, they didn't break up over it. Actually, it seemed like the ordeal had just made all of them even closer as a result. At least, that's what Fluttershy had observed.
They met in the student council office after school, naturally with their Digimon with them. Naturally, Fluttershy was a bit away from the rest of the group, as she and Guilmon were on her computer looking into the information from Umbra Corp, which had for now taken a bit of a back seat in terms of issues, especially with the latest issue that came up.
“Wait, there's another one?!” Rarity asked Yggdrasil, who appeared on her laptop.
“AFFIRMATIVE. LAST NIGHT AT 23:42 EARTH TIME, I DETECTED A NEW ACCOUNT OPENING UP IN THE DIGITAL WORLD.”
“And let me guess, just like the last time, this wasn't one you authorized,” Rainbow Dash said folding her arms.
“THAT IS CORRECT.”
“Damn it,” Applejack said leaning against a wall, “If this ends up turnin’ into a major epidemic, we're in trouble.”
“That means another person is out there that ended up like Silver Spoon,” Pinkie Pie looked away nervously, “I want to help, but at the same time…”
“Yes, I feel the same way,” Rarity sat down resting her head on a desk, “Maybe it might be better to just let Twilight handle-”
“No.”
Everyone turned to Fluttershy, who had finished whatever she was doing and was now had a map up of the city on her computer.
“We're not leaving this to Twilight,” Fluttershy said simply, never taking her eyes off her computer.
“It's not like we know what to do about it though,” Rainbow Dash sighed, “I hate what she did, but the fact is, had she not done it, what would we have done to save Silver Spoon?”
“Maybe nothing,” Fluttershy said, turning to the group finally, “But Twilight killed LadyDevimon before we could figure that out. I'm willing to concede that we failed to save Silver Spoon, but I'm not willing to accept that we couldn't have saved her.”
“So you want us to try and save this Tamer then,” Rarity sat up as Fluttershy's words started sinking in.
“We know a bit about our situation so far,” Fluttershy sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, “Digimon with Tamers may not be as strong or as violent as Infected Digimon, but they're able to Digivolve like ours, and the synchronization rate between Tamer and Digimon increases as they reach the higher levels. What happens when our Digimon take too much damage or get too tired in combat?”
“They go back to their Rookie levels,” Applejack said thoughtfully, “That's sorta like a default point that they fall back to.”
“Wait, I get it!” Rainbow Dash chimed in, “You're saying we get the Digimon to return to the Rookie Level!”
Fluttershy nodded, “If that happens, the Digimon and Tamer won't be synchronized. From there, we might be able to reason with the Tamer or if needed delete the Digimon without hurting the Tamer.”
“That's assuming we can beat the Digimon in combat,” Applejack sighed, “If they go into Ultimate again…”
“We can defeat them,” Fluttershy said, “But we have to work together. So, you ready to try this again?”
“I am,” Pinkie Pie said, “I don't want anyone else to end up like Silver Spoon.”
“Neither do I,” Rarity said, “I won't mess up like that again.”
“We gotta get good,” Rainbow Dash slammed a fist into her palm.
Applejack just nodded in agreement.
“YOUR DRIVE IS INSPIRING.” Yggdrasil said after a second, “I THANK YOU FOR TAKING THIS SO SERIOUSLY AND DOING YOUR BEST. THAT IS ALL I CAN ASK FOR.”
“That being said, I might be able to track down the account in question,” Fluttershy said, “I'd need to work intimately with you, Yggdrasil, to the point where I might need to access your network.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Applejack stepped up, “You need to be able to access Yggdrasil's network?”
“She's a computer, right?” Fluttershy asked, “Even if she's sentient, a computer is still a computer. Don't worry, I'm not going to compromise her network or anything. I just figure that since all accounts go through her, I might be able to use some of my skills to track down the Tamer's account.”
“In other words, you want to hack the Digital World in a sense to track down the account in question,” Rarity noted.
“If you want to look at it like that, then yes,” Fluttershy said.
“What do you think, Yggdrasil?” Applejack asked the computer in question, “Wanna give Fluttershy yer information like that?”
“UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES I WOULD BE APPREHENSIVE. HOWEVER, THIS SITUATION IS ABNORMAL, SO AN ABNORMAL SOLUTION IS NEEDED. VERY WELL, USER FLUTTERSHY. I WILL SEND YOU MY IP ADDRESS. WE CAN WORK TOGETHER ON THIS.”
“I'll look forward to working with you,” Fluttershy said, still a bit unnerved to be talking to a sapient computer.
“So what do we do until then?” Rainbow Dash asked. Fluttershy stood up and packed up her laptop.
“For now, we be on the lookout for any Infected Digimon,” she said, “I'm going to get right to work on this. I'll call you guys if I find anything. Come, Guilmon.”
“Coming Fluttershy,” Guilmon said, rising up and running after Fluttershy, “See ya, everyone!”
They all waved to Guilmon and Fluttershy as they left.
“I don't like this.” Applejack said after a second.
“What? Don't trust her?” Rarity asked.
“No, I don't,” Applejack answered simply, “That girl's a wild card, an' now she wants access to Yggdrasil's personal network?”
“Fluttershy is plenty trustworthy,” Rainbow Dash defended, “Sure, she's a hacker, but that's just because-”
“I don't care what her reasons are,” Applejack sighed and turned to Rainbow Dash, “Look, she's yer friend, an' I get that. It's jus', I don't like people with eyes like hers, an' knowin’ her track record... Sorry if ya don't like it, but it's jus' how I am.”
Rainbow Dash looked away a bit, “No, I get it. Just trust me, okay? She has her reasons for being the way that she is.”
Applejack frowned, clearly having a rough time with this one, “Y'all can vouch for her.”
“Yes,” Rainbow Dash nodded, pulling Pinkie Pie close to her, “Both of us can.”
“She won't do anything to hurt Yggdrasil,” Pinkie Pie added, “She might be a lot of things, but she's not a bad person.”
Applejack turned to Rarity, who also nodded in agreement to their statements, “Fine, fine. I'll lay off it. Y'all trust her, so I'll try ta trust her a bit too.”
“Thank you Applejack,” Rarity said, rising up to hug Applejack from behind, “It's going to be okay, love.”
“I sure hope so,” Applejack sighed holding onto Rarity's arms, “I sure hope so.”
Pinkie Pie walked off by herself to look out the window, where she saw Diamond Tiara walking out of school. Rumble ran after her, and they talked for a bit before she embraced him and the two of them walked off together.
“Pinkie Pie,” Hackmon said next to her, “Are you still bothered by what she said to us?”
“A bit,” Pinkie Pie admitted, “She said that she hated us. Diamond Tiara is such a good kid, so for her to say that…”
Hackmon looked down somberly, placing a front paw on her leg for comfort. It was really all anyone could do.
“So, this is a Digivice?” Discord said, leaning back in his chair and examining the green and black machine in his hands. Patamon was lying down on the bed with a content smile on his face.
“Hai,” Celestia said from the bathroom, “It's a Tamer's most important item. It's your main interface with the Digital World.”
Discord nodded, pushing a few buttons on the Digivice, pulling up its holographic screen and keyboard, “This is something straight out of science fiction.” he looked on his computer, which now had a small pixelated creature with a white body and a single golden eye in the middle, “And this little guy here is a Digimon?”
“That's right,” Celestia came into the room, wearing nothing but a white towel. She stood right next to Discord and leaned toward the computer, “This little guy is Kuramon. He's still a baby, so he can't render into the Real World yet. Digimon have to be Rookie or higher to exist in here.”
“I… see,” Discord said, trying so hard not to look at Celestia's breasts, “How long will it take for him to grow to the higher states?”
“Depends on how much data he absorbs,” Celestia walked off, letting her towel fall off so she could put on her nightgown, prompting Discord to quickly look away, “It could range from a few days to close to a month sadly.”
“T-that's okay,” Discord said blushing, “I'm a patient person. I'm still waiting to meet my online girlfriend in person.”
“Oooh, you have a girlfriend?” Celestia asked, now wearing her nightgown, “What's her name?”
“That's the thing,” Discord turned around to face Celestia as she picked up Patamon and hugged him like a stuffed animal, “She and I don't know our real names. It's a funny relationship we have. We don't know our names, our faces, or even our ages.”
“And you still are in a relationship?” Patamon asked, “That's kinda weird.”
“In our line of work, the security is needed,” Discord stated, “The only reason I know she's a girl is because of a rookie mistake she made when we first met. Beyond that, and me knowing that she has a connection to Umbra Corp, all I know about her is her code name. She's pretty notorious over here.”
“What's her code name?” Celestia asked.
“Have you heard of the hacker named Zero?” Discord asked.
“Hey, she was on the news the other day!” Patamon said. Celestia nodded.
“Something about exposing a company for fraud, right?” Celestia asked.
“She does things like that,” Discord said, “Her main concern is Umbra Corp, but she likes exposing corruption within the world.”
“Is it safe for you to tell us so much about her?” Celestia asked.
“It's not like you'll find her,” Discord shrugged, “I haven't given you anything that can outright identify her, and even if I did, she covers her tracks too well. She's an even better hacker than me now, and I trained her.”
“Is she a Tamer too?” Patamon asked, “Maybe you two can use this as an excuse to meet in person.”
Discord was going to say something to that, but then stopped. That was true. And something told him that pretty soon, it would be more secure for them to be close to one another rather than apart.
The second Fluttershy got in from school, she and Guilmon rushed right up to her room and closed the door.
“You really want to help this Tamer, don't you?” Guilmon asked, a bit surprised by how driven Fluttershy was.
“All I can think about is Silver Spoon falling down limp after Twilight deleted her Digimon,” Fluttershy said, sitting down at her computer, “Twilight's strong, but she doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself. I'm not letting her have this Tamer.”
“Can we really find the Tamer with Yggdrasil's help?” Guilmon asked standing next to Fluttershy.
“We're about to find out,” she pulled up her email, suddenly seeing a new message from Yggdrasil titled: My IP Address, “She really sent it.”
“She said that she would.” Guilmon said.
“I know, it's just, sort of odd knowing that a computer just emailed me on its own IP Address,” Fluttershy shook it off and clicked on the link. She also opened up her laptop, which suddenly came to life, showing Yggdrasil.
“GREETINGS, USER FLUTTERSHY. I HOPE YOU DO NOT MIND IF I CONNECT TO YOUR LAPTOP.”
“I don't mind,” Fluttershy said, connecting her computer to the odd looking website, “That computer is the one I use for personal hacks, so it's the safest computer here.”
“I AM PLEASED THAT YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND ABOUT JOINING OUR CAUSE, USER FLUTTERSHY.” Yggdrasil said.
“Well, Rarity really knows how to sell a product, let's just say that,” Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, “Hm… Yggdrasil, I'm going to need to access your internal network.”
“AFFIRMATIVE. YOU HAVE FULL ACCESS, USER FLUTTERSHY.”
“Awfully trusting for a sapient computer,” Fluttershy said as she connected to Yggdrasil's network.
“IS THAT STRANGE?”
“Just surprising,” Fluttershy said, “You know my reputation, and you know what I'm capable of, yet you're willing to let me into your most intimate systems. You do realize that you're a mechanical marvel, right?”
“I AM AWARE. HOWEVER, I HEARD THAT A SIGN OF FAITH IS TO PUT YOUR LIFE IN THE HANDS OF ANOTHER.”
That made Fluttershy stop and think. That was a very advanced thought for a machine to have.
“You care about that sort of thing?” Fluttershy asked now looking at Yggdrasil.
“WHY WOULD I NOT, USER FLUTTERSHY?” Yggdrasil asked.
“It's just, something really doesn't add up with this whole thing,” Fluttershy put her focus back on her computer while she spoke, “I'm talking to a computer right now, and instead of going off of just logic and reasoning, it's instead telling me that it's taking a chance and putting its faith in a young woman who's a wild card at best.”
“I SEE. I AM NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED FROM A SAPIENT COMPUTER.”
“Not in the slightest. Then again, Guilmon's not what I expected from a computer virus, and yet here's my Digital Hazard virus right here.”
“Hi Yggdrasil!” Guilmon said waving to the computer.
“GREETINGS, GUILMON. I APOLOGIZE IF YOU FEEL LEFT OUT AT ALL IN THIS CONVERSATION.”
“That's okay,” Guilmon smiled, “I just enjoy being around Fluttershy when she's working.”
She apologized. Did she have actual feelings?
“TO CLEAR SOME OF YOUR CONFUSION USER FLUTTERSHY, I WAS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS. IT TOOK MANY YEARS AND MANY UPDATES FOR ME TO EVENTUALLY UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF EMOTIONS. AT FIRST I DISREGARDED THEM AS UNNECESSARY, BUT ONCE I ACCEPTED THEM, I BECAME 75 PERCENT MORE EFFICIENT.”
“Who taught you that?” Fluttershy asked.
“HER NAME WAS POSEY WYRMWOOD.”
“What?!” Fluttershy cried, turning to Yggdrasil, “Posey Wyrmwood? Short red hair, glasses, and a love for computers?”
“AFFIRMATIVE. YOU ARE HER DAUGHTER, CORRECT?”
“Yes, I am,” Fluttershy said, “I know that one of your Avatars met her.”
“AFFIRMATIVE. IT WAS YOUR MOTHER WHO GAVE ME THE IDEA TO CREATE AVATARS AS A MEANS TO INTERFACE WITH THE DIGITAL WORLD.”
“Yggdrasil, do you know what happened to Fluttershy's Mom?” Guilmon asked.
“NEGATIVE. ALL INFORMATION ON FLUTTERSHY'S MOTHER WAS SAVED IN MY SERAPHIMON AVATAR, AND SHE IS CURRENTLY DISCONNECTED FROM MY SYSTEMS. UNTIL I RECONNECTED WITH HER, I CANNOT ASSIST YOU. I APOLOGIZE, USER FLUTTERSHY.”
“That's okay,” Fluttershy sighed, “I plan on searching for Seraphimon anyway. This only gives me more of a reason to do so.” she smirked, “Hello...”
“Did you find something?” Guilmon asked.
“Oh did I,” Fluttershy pulled up a map of Canterlot City, “Yggdrasil, can you pull up the information of all the Tamers in the city currently?” suddenly, there were a few gold dots that appeared on the map. She was expecting to only see a few: hers, her friends' and maybe Twilight's if she was around. Yet she saw close to eleven different signatures.
“Okay, I can work with this,” Fluttershy said, “Yggdrasil, could you show me which accounts here is the unauthorized account?” one of the golden dots turned red, “Got it. Leave the rest to me.”
“What are you going to do?” Guilmon asked his Tamer.
“The same thing I'd do if this were an MMORPG, which in a sense it kinda acts like one. Basically, I'm hacking into this account to get whatever information I can on the user.” Fluttershy explained. After a bit, the image came up of a young woman in her early twenties wearing what looked like a magician's outfit, “Trixie Lulamoon, Digimon partner: Youkomon?”
“She's pretty,” Guilmon pointed out with a smile. Fluttershy turned to give Guilmon a look before sighing.
“Whether human or Digimon, boys will be boys I guess,” Fluttershy shook her head, “You're just as bad as my brother.” she then thought about that, “Which means he probably knows about her. Excuse me.”
Fluttershy shot up and ran out of her room and knocked on Zephyr's door. A few seconds later, he opened up.
“Hey sis. What's the good word?” Zephyr said in a super relaxed and slightly spacy manner. Based on the hookah set up in the middle of his room, it was clear that he was high.
“Zephyr Breeze, are you lucid enough to identify someone for me?” Fluttershy asked.
“Yeah Shy, I'm good,” Zephyr said, “Weed opens up the mind, not inhibit.”
“Good to know,” Fluttershy took his hand and guided him to her room, “Now, don't ask questions, and don't assume this means you can come in here anytime you want.”
“I got ya, sis,” Zephyr said, “Besides, I'm too stoned to care about any strange stuff I see. You have a pet dinosaur now, Fluttershy.”
“First off, he's not a pet. Second off, he's not a dinosaur. And thirdly, good. Come in,” Fluttershy opened her door and guided Zephyr over to his computer, “Yggdrasil, this is my brother Zephyr Breeze. He's high as a kite at the moment.”
“GREETINGS, SUBJECT ZEPHYR BREEZE. IT IS A PLEASURE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.”
“Whoa… Fluttershy, that's cool,” Zephyr said looking at the computer, “You're named after the world tree.”
“Hey,” Fluttershy snapped her finger, “Focus. I need to know if you recognize this woman.”
Zephyr looked at the screen, “Oh yeah, that's Trixie. She's super popular in Canterlot.”
“I've never heard of her.”
“That's because you never go out.”
Fluttershy considered that, “Touché. So, what kind of person is she?”
“Oh man, she's amazing,” Zephyr gushed, “There's literally nothing she can't do.”
“Really?” Fluttershy raised an eyebrow skeptically.
“She's beautiful, smart, athletic, she has a one woman show that's pretty popular right now, and she's all over social media. Seriously sis, I'm surprised you don't know anything about her.”
“I don't have a Facebook,” Fluttershy said, “Or a Twitter, or a Tumblr. The chat rooms I use are more high class and exclusive.”
“You mean illegal, right?”
“Do you have anything else useful to say?” Fluttershy shot at Zephyr.
“Well, not sure how useful this is, but she's a bit of an attention whore,” Zephyr said.
“Really?” Fluttershy turned to the image of Trixie again.
“Her stunt work doesn't ever use a safety net, and she's always pushing the bar. I hear that she's rich, so she doesn't even need to do the shows.”
“She just like the attention,” Fluttershy nodded, “Alright thanks. You can leave now.”
“Glad I could help,” Zephyr said walking to the door, “See ya Guilmon. Bye lady computer thing.”
When he was gone, Fluttershy leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, “An attention whore, huh?”
“How does that help?” Guilmon asked.
“Hold on,” Fluttershy dug deeper into Trixie's account, seeing odd data in the form of a crest. It was golden, and read “gluttony”.
“THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE.” Yggdrasil said after a second.
“Are you familiar with that crest?” Fluttershy asked.
“AFFIRMATIVE, AND IF I AM CORRECT, YOUR WORLD IS IN EVEN MORE DANGER THAN I ORIGINALLY ANTICIPATED. I BELIEVE THAT I KNOW WHERE THIS TAMER GOT HER DIGIVICE, AND THE PREVIOUS ONE AS WELL.”
“Who? Who?” Guilmon asked eagerly.
“THE ONLY ONES WHO THOSE CRESTS CORRESPOND TO. THE SEVEN GREAT DEMON LORDS.”
That night near Canterlot Museum, two people walked on the roofs toward the large building. Yokoumon and Trixie, the latter now wearing a black blazer and red leotard, and matching hat and high heels. On her face was a fancy masquerade mask.
She stopped on the edge of the roof and looked out at the Museum with a smirk.
“Time to go shopping,” Trixie said. She then turned to Youkomon, who nodded and ran on ahead. Ever since they began working together, Trixie's magic tricks had become far more impressive. Her Digimon was able to use her abilities to enhance everything Trixie did, making it look like she was using actual magic.
Which was perfect for what she had planned. Something more fun and exciting than just throwing magic shows.
Youkomon jumped into the air, and vanished in a puff of smoke, appearing inside the Museum. She then held out her tails, sending out her tail flames, which floated in front of her and moved in a constant circle, creating a portal that led to where Trixie was. Her Tamer walked into the portal, which then closed behind her.
“Let's see here. What do I want today?” Trixie walked around the Museum, looking at all of the things on display. Pictures, statues, all would fetch a nice price if she sold them. But nothing here really caught her eye.
Until she saw the Egyptian section.
All the way in the far end, was a fancy golden necklace with a red gemstone in the middle. It was found by the explorer Daring Do in the tomb of Cleopatra. She ran over to it and placed her hands on the glass, admiring it.
“Oh, it's beautiful,” Trixie breathed out, “There's no other necklace quite like it.”
“Have you made your decision, Mistress?” Youkomon asked.
“Yes Youkomon. I want this one,” Trixie said. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a black circle, which she placed on the glass. The then pushed her hand through the black circle, elegantly grabbed the necklace, and pulled it out. She then replaced the necklace with what looked like a small card. When she took off the black circle, the glass had no hint of damage on it.
Trixie moaned in ecstasy, holding the necklace to her cheek, “Welcome home, my dear.”
“Mistress, we should depart now, before the authorities come,” Youkomon suggested. Trixie looked thoughtful at that, but then gave a mischievous smirk. She didn't want to just leave, oh no. She wanted to have some fun.
“Youkomon, go ahead of me,” Trixie said, “After that, wait five minutes, and then create my escape route.”
“Mistress, are you sure?” Youkomon asked.
“It wouldn't be fun if I just left without a bit of danger,” Trixie said sauntering deeper into the Museum, “I'm going to see what else I can steal.”
“Very well,” Youkomon bowed and walked off in another direction. Trixie walked around, seeing more jewelry in various glass displays. She smiled gleefully and got to work, using that strange magic trick of hers to steal all of the jewels. Right as she stole the last item, the alarm went off.
“Yes! Finally!” Trixie said, running out of the Egyptian Exhibit.
“Halt!” a security guard shouted right in front of her. Trixie slid to a stop and then ran in another direction, “We have an intruder close to the Egyptian Exhibit! She's taking the left hall! Prepare to cut her off!”
Trixie ran into the dinosaur exhibit, and looked around. Her heart was pounding, and her hands were shaking. She'd never been on the run from the authorities before. She couldn't hold in her smile as her mind worked frantically to figure out what to do.
“I see her!” another guard shouted. Trixie blew him a kiss and ran off, the guard giving chase. He was joined by another guard along the way, but she remained unfazed as she ran down the hall, eventually seeing two more guards in front of her trying to cut her off.
Trixie didn't slow down. Instead, she ran right up to them, and then jumped over them right when they tried to hit her with their batons. She rolled perfectly on the ground, and then rushed over to the stairs.
“The intruder is making her way upstairs! She's probably going for the roof!”
Trixie ran upstairs, loving how many of the guards were following her. She was the center of their world right now. The most important person in their lives at this very moment. A few guards came through a door further up to cut her off, and one of them almost grabbed her, only for her to duck underneath him, and then throw him over her shoulder down the stairs. She then spun around and kicked two more of them back before continuing upstairs.
“Yes! YES!” she cried happily, “This was what I was missing! This is what I was meant to do with my life!”
She pushed through the door to the roof and ran out, happy to see Youkomon running on another roof next to her. Good, she understood the plan.
Behind her, it looked like there were close to fifteen guards running after her. She stopped at the edge of the roof, turned to the guards, and then backed away standing on the ledge.
“Whoa. Easy there, Miss,” one of the guards said, “No need to be hasty.”
“Oh this isn't about being hasty,” Trixie said, “This is about having fun.” she spread her arms out, and fell all the way back. The guards ran out to the edge and looked down, shocked to see no one.
What they didn't know was that Trixie had Youkomon use her flames to create another portal, which she fell through, landing right on her Digimon's back as they ran off into the horizon, back to her “safe house”.
end song
The guards all looked around, both saddened and amazed. She had stolen every piece of jewelry there.
“Sir, you need to see this,” one of the guards said. The captain walked over to where Cleopatra's necklace was. All that was left was a card, which had a single message written on it in the fanciest handwriting.
Thank you for holding onto my jewelry for me.
The Phantom