Helping Hands [In Ruins 1-3 - Kimura | O]

Well... so much for a long walk to familiarize herself with Tokyo and savor the serene tranquility its rooftops provided. Not that Ikou had not been able to do what she had wanted, but her voyage's closure left a lot to be desired. What had started as an awkward acquaintanceship with an incredibly peculiar member of Anathema had quickly turned into a disastrous conflict. She still did not comprehend the once believed companion who had decided to assault her, nor his reasoning behind any of his actions and chosen paths, but it was too late to lament this.

Although injured she was clearly alive and unwilling to let such a silly incident claim her goals she aspired to accomplish. Hence it was silently that the BlackMeicoomon ventured through the mostly empty streets of Odaiba in an attempt to return to a safehouse of the Royals with whom she was affiliated with. Tightly tugging at her chest, it was with a pained expression that the dark feline slowly maneuvered along the large footways, wondering about yet enjoying the local calm. It was almost unbelievable how potent the crisis between her organization and the Herald's was, yet it painted a clear picture.

Though perplexed by her king's logic, the new princess had not voiced her concerns. Not out of fear - perish the thought - but because she had no comprehension of the way humans approached and solved disputes. Despite the chaos, this event was merely a learning experience to her, similar to everything else thus far. Not that she was not concerned with the woes of the innocent, certainly she was, but her powers and influence were severely limited. She was a digimon, something most people were afraid of for various reasons of varying substance. For the time being, it simply was mankind's problem to solve or not.

Sighing, Ikou forced herself up an abandoned car's flat bonnet. The tousled cat naturally made sure to cause no property damage with her talons. It did not befit a fine lady who wished to carry herself with grace and sophistication. Nonetheless, it was difficult for her to relish the late evening's darkness as the radiant stars and moon adorned the crepuscular sky. Instead she flinched and breathed sharply with each mild summer breeze, feeling her singed fur, skin and nerves with every beat of her core. For someone as brash as Zeus, he surely deserved his name. Electric shocks were not pleasant.

Trying to find merriment in this bad jest, it was the voice of a strange that tore the BlackMeicoomon out of her thoughts. With her ears peaking, she beheld the woman who addressed her while her partner, a BlackGatomon, remained quietly by her side. Unfortunately, her hectic pace did little to simmer down Ikou. "Easy there, madame. I... I am not significantly hurt, but thank you." She kindly answered, wishing to ease the female's soul. Nevertheless the young human's benevolence was admirable.

And although the svelte Champion tried to act calmly, her faint jerks caused by pangs were impossible to suppress. "I... I am confident... that others might need your benign help... more than me." She stated somewhat honestly, certain that her caretakers would mend her wounds and appreciate her intel and contribution. So if her will was so adamant, why did her body refuse to be free of pain? Sometimes, senses truly were but a crutch...