Komodo Part 8

Komodo's eyes flickered open as muffled sounds seeped in to her ears. As she came awake, she realized that there was a heavy sensation on her legs. She lifted her head slightly to find Beelzebumon sitting at the other end of the couch.
Rather than moving her legs up so he could sit down, he had placed them across his own and was using them to rest his arms on as he played his video game.
She furrowed her brows slightly. Explains the strange sensations on my legs...but why?
The Digimon cast her a sideways glance. "'Ey there, sleepyhead. Ya sleep all right? Sorry 'bout yer legs, but they were in the way."
"You could have just pushed them over. I wouldn't have minded."
"Nah, wouldn't been nice of me ta do that."
Komodo smiled slightly. "If you say so. Could I um...have my legs back?"
"Eh? Oh, sure." He raised his arms up off her legs.
Komodo slowly and gingerly removed her legs, pulling them up to her body. She sighed softly in relief as feeling came flooding back in to them. "Thanks."
"No problem. 'Ey, ya need anythin'?"
"Do I...? Uhm. No. I'm all right."
"All righty."
Komodo looked herself over as she realized she had not changed out of her dressy clothing. "Oh, I guess I was so tired..."
The Digimon looked up at her quizzically. "What?"
"I just realized I forgot to change."
"Ah. No biggie. Ya were pretty tired. Might wanna change so ya don't get 'em too dirty."
"Yeah." She reached down for her duffel bag and set it on her lap. After sifting through the contents to find a pair of jogging pants and a long-sleeved shirt, she went to the bathroom to change.
In the bathroom, Komodo carefully folded up the shirt and pants she had been wearing and set them on the counter. As the wrist that bore Kaden's initials came into view, she halted for a brief moment.
She held her wrist close to her face and stared hard at the scars. It just doesn't feel like I 'own' myself...If I were not here with Beelzebumon, I would be somewhere in Kaden's house right now. I used to think that I had to stay with him just to survive. Being in the park was just so hard. But I can only stand so much abuse at a time, I need a break. But being here...he doesn't hurt me at all. He's so very kind. She looked up at the mirror. "Do I really deserve his kindness? I've been of no help to him. I just cause problems..." She sighed.
She jumped at the sound of the wood door resounding.
"'Ey, ya okay in there?"
"Oh!" She placed a hand over her racing heart. "Y-yes! I was just finishing up."
"Okay, just makin' sure ya didn't fall in or somethin'. Not somethin' I'ma rescue ya from."
"Thank you for the concern, but I'm all right."
"Okay. What'cha want for lunch?"
"Uhm...I don't know. Can you ask me after I'm out of the bathroom?"
She heard the Digimon chuckle. "Yeh, sure."
Once his footsteps had disappeared, Komodo quickly changed in to the jogging pants and a grey long-sleeved shirt, and made her way back in to the living room.
"So, ya figure what ya wanted for lunch?"
"Oh, um." She shrugged.
"Ya all right? Ya seem pretty distracted."
"I'm fine." She sat down on the couch.
"Ya thinkin' 'bout yesterday?"
Komodo rubbed distractedly at the scars on her wrist. "No."
Beelzebumon's face creased in to a worried frown. "Ya sure?"
"I'm fine." she replied in a more forceful tone, not looking up.
"Okay, okay."
The pair sat in silence as the Digimon returned his focus to the television.
Komodo watched the game absently as she attempted to process all of the thoughts bouncing around in her mind. After a short while, she decided that her friend deserved an apology for her sudden change in mood. "I'm sorry, Beelzebumon."
"Eh? Sorry 'bout what?"
"Just...earlier. I didn't mean to sound so mean..."
"Oh, that? Psh. Don't fret none. I understand gettin' grouchy sometimes. I just wanted ta make sure ya were okay."
Komodo nodded her head slightly.
"Ya just seem like somethin's botherin' ya."
"I um..."
"Ya can talk ta me, if ya need ta, 'kay?"
"Okay..." Should I? Hm...maybe not now...
"Did ya want to go to the bar in a couple days to visit with Nicholas again?"
"Okay."