Eternal Love Blooms

The late afternoon found a lone Mega Viral Digimon standing outside a small human town, glaring down several bulldozers from atop a nearby hill.

The ground around the machinery was completely overturned, leaving nothing but mounds of chocolate brown soil exposed to the air; no sign of the quaint little shanty that once called the land its home remained.

The black-leather suited Digimon heaved a deep-breathed sigh, letting his head fall so that his chin came to rest against the top of his sternum. "Humans. Can't trust 'em not to destroy what belongs to others."

Deciding it was useless to stand around cursing the human workers, Beelzemon headed into town.

Knowing full well how the humans would react to his new form, the Mega took to his old habits as a Rookie: traversing across the rooftops of the buildings.

Beelzemon stopped atop the eastern side of the Falton Middle School and looked around, trying to figure where he was headed.

His head tilted quickly when a strange noise reached his ears; a soft note of music. It disappeared before he could locate its source.

Curiosity got the best of him and he found his feet carrying him over to the edge of the building, straining his senses to pick up any more noises.

Suddenly another single note, a different pitch and longer than the first, perked his interest.

In an attempt to pinpoint the noise before it disappeared, he dropped down to the ground below, landing as quietly as possible, and made his way towards the direction of the music: the nearby playground.

The Mega was surprised to find a human female sitting on one of the swings. He was most certain the human was older than the ones that normally attended the school.

As he drew closer, her shape became easier to make out. She was clearly an older female, around the human age of seventeen to nineteen with a fair complexion and light ash blonde hair whose ends curled against the tops of her shoulders. Her clothing consisted of black and silver trimmed tennis shoes clearly worn by years of use, jean capris and a faded green t-shirt.

She seemed preoccupied with writing in a little book that was splayed open in her lap with one hand; the other hand held a long slender silver piece of metal. Beside her left foot was a short black leather case that bore designs that were difficult to make out from where he stood.

As Beelzemon stepped off the grass and on to the rubbery surface of the playground, he noted the human's head shoot up, allowing him a glimpse of widening eyes the color of gathering storm clouds accompanied by a deep pink hue to her cheeks. Before he could make another move, the human darted from her position, simultaneously dropping her book and snatching up her case.

"Wait!" he called. "You dropped...oh, damn," He quickly moved forward and stooped down to pick up the small book before it was blown away by the wind.

A quick scan confirmed that the human female had disappeared from view; straining his senses confirmed she was no longer in the vicinity.

The Viral gave the book a quick once-over and opened to a random page. He was confused by the strange designs placed between strings of lines. Sometimes the designs repeated themselves, other times they were completely different from one another. The next page only had a few of the designs in it, appearing to be what the female had been writing in before she fled.

"Suppose if I see the human again and she doesn't run, I'll give this back to her." He carefully tucked the book under his left armguard and took his leave of the playground.

The teenage female finally slowed to a stop two blocks away from the Middle School. She fought to catch her breath as she turned around. "I…don't think…I was followed. Huff…"

She breathed a sigh of relief and straightened herself up. A sudden realization struck as her wrist pulled up the hand holding her empty flute case. "Oh! My sheet music! I must have dropped it."

She knelt down and carefully placed the case on the pavement and flicked open the latch. Within a short time the flute she once held was taken apart, the pieces returned to their proper resting places. She then set out back towards the playground in search of her dropped sheet music booklet.