Pumpkin Patch Village
Before the war, Human and Beast Digimon spent their days visiting Pumpkin Patch Village for the annual Pumpkin festival. Bastemon enjoyed tasting the different foods the other kingdoms and villages prepared for the festival. Every booth she had gone to was filled with Digimon wanting to try the various cuisines that could not be found in their respective kingdoms and villages.
While the food was delicious and the familiar faces dancing to the music that fluttered around the crowd, it was nothing compared to the barely concealed smile that appeared on Kami’s face when Noble Pumpmon began presenting the top three winners of the Biggest Pumpkin contest. And it just so happened that one of Kami’s servants had the honor of winning first prize. All the praise and cheer the young women got from the crowd was enough to bring Kami to tears. For as long as he could remember, fear and hatred had been slowly taking over the Digital World, especially to those who were seen as lesser beings.
That, however, had been the last time she had seen him smile, as the next day, a war broke out, with Kami sacrificing himself two weeks later. For his children. For his son, Lucemon, he would have done everything in his power to make sure they were safe.
“The food’s good, isn’t it, Ken?” The dull, vacantness that had been overshadowing those pretty amethyst orbs shortly after the female cheated on him once again, shattering the gentle soul within, slowly began to reside.
Bastemon silently smiled as the man blinked, his eyes shifting to the pumpkin bowl soup the Queen had placed in front of him. His eyes were a bit more clearer, a bit more brighter, as a sliver of recognition flashed in his eyes.
Bastemon silently smiled as the man blinked, his eyes shifting to the pumpkin bowl soup the Queen had placed in front of him. His eyes were a bit more clearer, a bit more brighter, as a sliver of recognition flashed in his eyes.
“Yes,” his voice cracked with weeks of disuse. “I’ve never had Noble Pumpkin Soup before, yet…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to find the words to accompany the strange feelings and broken memories of a life he couldn’t understand.
“Noble Pumpmon’s specialty soup is very well known around here. The chiefs had served it to us at the castle last year, I believe, during the birthday ball.”
Ken nodded, accepting her explanation as he took another bite of his food. The food suddenly tasted bitter as she shoved the spoon into her mouth. She hated lying to him. Hated the fact that a peasant had shattered his soul, a human, a female.
She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to remind him of his life before he died all those decades ago. She wanted to remind him of their love, their children, and his son, Lucemon. But she held her tongue. Despite what she wanted, he would just push her away, thinking she was just trying to force him into another failing relationship.
He needed to find himself again. He needed time to heal.
Glancing in his direction once more, she noticed the outline of a rose gently glowing for a brief moment when their hands accidentally touched. Ken dropped his spoon in surprise.
The Queen schooled her feature to hide the thrill of excitement that filled her. Despite his missing memories and the events that had shattered his soul over and over again, Ken — no, Kami — still recognized her and their love. Her violet orbs grew wide with concern as she rushed to his side.
“Are you alright? What happened?” She looked around, pretending to look for an enemy that was not there. “Is she here?” The anger was easy to snarl out. She silently wanted to tear the human limb from limb.
Ken hesitantly grabbed her hand. “N-no,” he stammered, his hand trembling at the very thought of cheating wife. “It’s nothing. I’m... I’m ok.” Placing her hand over his, she silently scanned his tense features before softening her own.
“Alright,” she said. Her ear pinched up as Bastemon heard a familiar song they used to dance to long ago.
“Would you like to dance?” Ken’s cheeks flashed ever so slightly. Bastemon offered her hand, remembering how nervous Kami always got with her sudden bursts of boldness and straightforwardness.
Not wanting to disrespect a queen within a crowd of royals and nobles, he placed his hand in hers. “Is this ok?” Uncertain if it was wise for a married man to be seen with a woman of her standards.
“Everything will be fine.” She laughed as she pulled him deeper into the crowd. “As long as we are together, everything will be ok.”
