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The Digital Age	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Digimon > General Views: 5965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. I do not make any money from writeing this.

Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
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- 4-4
- 5-5
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Chapter 7

The next few days were much the same as before for Ryan, save for one difference. He’d get up and eat with the others each morning before he headed to Mystimon’s rooms. Each morning he digimon was already mostly dressed for the day and just needed help with a thing or two to finish. After that he’d watch his master eat and then wait out in a hall or close by as he did the various things he did all day. The elf didn’t seem to look at him much when he was around, but that wasn’t what was different from before. It was what happened in the evenings.

He was still asked to get the bath started, but after he got it going he was dismissed for the night and sent to sleep with the other slaves. Ryan was perfectly happy about it. If the digimon didn’t want him around at night he wasn’t going to complain. He was sure it would last though.

The morning of the fourth day since he’d been flogged started off as the previous ones. He woke up at dawn as the others did and went to the kitchen with them for breakfast. Like normal it was a bowl of hot of porridge. He swirled it around a little before starting to eat it. When he was finished he placed the bowl in the sink and waved to the others before heading up to Mystimon’s suite.

Ryan still didn’t really want to enter the rooms, but his dread of them had faded a bit over the past few days. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d started to accept there was no getting way from the Elf or if it was because said elf wasn’t making him do anything at the moment. Maybe it was a bit of both.

Knocking on the door he waited for the call to enter then slipped into the rooms. Crossing the through the empty sitting room he went over to the door way to the bed room. Like he expected Mystimon was getting dressed for the day. He was only half ready though. He had a pair of maroon pants on, but his chest was still bare. He was looking at the bed and his back was too him. His hair was also braided, something he’d not seen before and Ryan studied the pattern as he approached.

“Which one do you think I should wear?” Mystimon asked, not bothering to see who it was and gestured at two white shirts laid out on the bed.

“Umm…” Looking away from Mystimon’s hair, Ryan looked at the two shirts. They didn’t seem much different to him. On just had a bit of lace on the cuffs and some embroidery around the buttons and neck, while the other was plainer but other wise of the same design and soft material. He looked over at the embroidered grayish pink vest that came with the suit and then the jacket. It had some decorative stitching too. “This one.” He said pointing to the fancier shirt as he figured if the digimon was dressing up he might as well go all the way.

“Why are you dressing up today?” Ryan asked, wondering if he’d missed something. He couldn’t think of any reason for him to be, but then he wasn’t sure the elf needed a reason. If he wanted to dress up he’d do so.

“Because it’s my last day here. We’ll be leaving tomorrow.” Mystimon informed him.

Blinking Ryan stare at the digimon for a moment. ’Tomorrow?!’ Greg had told him of rumors Mystimon was leaving soon, but he seen no evidence of it the past few days. Mystimon hadn’t talked about leaving and Ryan hadn’t really wanted to ask about it.

“Today I want to go into town for a bit. Never hurts to let my subjects see me now and then. And maybe there will be something of interest in the market.” Mystimon went on as he pulled on the lacy shirt; unaware at the moment Ryan was still trying to process the fact today was his last day here. As he buttoned it up he turned to look at his slave. Seeing the look on his face Mystimon stopped and pulled the teen to stand before him. Hold onto his left arm with on hand, with the other he took hold of his chin and made him look at him. “Leaving shouldn’t shock you this much. You hadn’t thought I’d leave you here, had you?” He asked.

“No… I knew I’d be leaving here with you.” Ryan told him. He just had though he’d know soon then the day before they’d leave… “I just though… hoped you’d let me know a little sooner is all.”

“You should have been prepared to leave since I the day I bought you.” Mystimon said shaking his head and letting go of the boys chin. Looking down at the ground Ryan nodded but didn’t say anything. Letting go of his arm as well Mystimon returned to buttoning his shirt. “You’ll come with me when I go into town.” A though seemed to cross his mind and he looked back over at Ryan. “Is that the only thing you have to wear?”

Looking down at his sleeveless light tan shirt and brown pants he nodded. “I do have change of clothes, but there the same as this.”

“Well have to change that later.” Mystimon said mostly to himself as he frowned. “Well at least you can wash up.” He said waving towards his bathroom.

Ryan looked towards the bath room but didn’t make a move towards it. Did Mystimon really want him using his bathroom and not the servants?

“Don’t just stand there.” Mystimon snapped and pushed him towards the room.

Not wasting any more time, Ryan hurried into the room. He slowed as he neared the door and reached out to shut it. He’d barely started to move the door though when Mystimon noticed and said, “Leave it open.”

“Yes sir.” He wasn’t happy about it but let go of the door and entered the room. Heading over to the tube he stood here looking at it for a moment. ‘He said to get washed up. Does he want me to use his soap then?’

“Master.” He called out tentatively. When Mystimon looked into the room at him he asked, “Can I use the soap?”

“I said to get washed didn’t I? Not just rise off… Yes you can use the soap.” He told him, sounding a little exasperated. “Make sure your hair is good and clean too.”

Nodding quickly Ryan went and grabbed the soap and shampoo. Returning to the tub he turned on the water. Not really planning on soaking in the water (he didn’t think that’s what Mystimon was allowing him to do anyway) he didn’t bother closing the drain. Removing his clothing he dropped them a little away from the tub and climbed in.

Using the sprayer he wetted himself well. Picking up the bottle of Mystimon’s shampoo he looked into the bedroom still a little unsure of using it. He couldn’t see where the elf was anymore though. ’He said to clean my hair.’ He told himself as he squirted a little into his hand. Reaching up he worked the stuff into his golden brown hair. It had a faint woodsy smell to it that he’d not really noticed before.

Leaving it to sit in his hair, Ryan reached for bar of soap and wetted it. It too was scented he realized. It was similar to the shampoo but made him think of flowers a little as it had a bit of sweetness to its scent. He was almost finished washing himself when he realized he wasn’t alone in the room anymore. Mystimon had entered at some point and was watching him.

For a moment he stood there frozen before he went back to washing. His presence unnerved him, but he told himself to not worry about it. He’d been seen naked as he washed in the servant’s bathroom before and the elf had seen him naked once already so this shouldn’t bother him. And it wasn’t like he could make him leave anyway…

Picking up the sprayer once more he rinsed the soapy suds from his body then closed his eyes and held it over his head to wash away the shampoo. When he opened them again Mystimon was standing next to the tube, right before him. Heart pounding he jumped and would have fallen if the elf hadn’t reached out to steady him.

“Thanks.” Ryan whispered and noticed Mystimon had a towel. Which the digimon dropped over his head.

“Hurry and dry off.”

Pulling the towel off his head he watched the digimon’s retreating back as he left the bathroom for a moment before doing as he’d been told. Starting with his hair he used the towel to get most of the water out then dried the rest of his body. Once was done he pulled his clothing back on and left the room, combing his hair with his fingers.

He spotted Mystimon sitting on the edge of the bed as he came in. He was bent over as he was tying his shoes, something that surprised Ryan as he normally did that. The elf looked up at him once he was done and narrowed his eyes a little at seeing he was using his fingers to try and comb his hair. “Do you have a comb?”

“Yes. I share one with the others…” Ryan trailed off as his answer didn’t seem to please Mystimon. For a moment the elf stared at his hair, seeming to be thinking something over. Getting up he walked up so he was just inches away and peered at his hair. He even gently pulled a stand this way and that as he looked.

As he did this Ryan stood frozen. He wasn’t sure what Mystimon was think or planning and he was more than a little uncomfortable with him being this close. He made no attempt to move thought, didn’t really even think about moving really. He just stood there nervously as the digimon inspected his hair. He didn’t even realize he’d started hold his breath till the elf moved back and he let it out. As he breathed again he watched Mystimon disappear into the bathroom. When he returned a minute later he had one of his own combs in his hand.

The elf had a brought a few of them with him, though he seemed to only use a couple. This one wasn’t one of those, it was a little smaller and not quite a fancy looking Ryan noted.

“You can have this one.” Mystimon held it out as if to offer it to him. Ryan slowly reach out to take it but the elf seemed to have second thoughts. Kind of. Instead of giving the comb to the boy, Mystimon took hold of Ryan’s wrist and pulled him over to the bed. Ryan tensed, not at all likely being lead to the bed, but went without a struggle.

“Relax.” Mystimon muttered, though seemed a little amused Ryan was weary of the bed. “I don’t plan on doing anything. Not after I just finished get this suit on.”

Glancing at fancy maroon suit Ryan relaxed a little. He did believe Mystimon wouldn’t want to mess his clothing up. Still he like being led over to the bed. Mystimon had him sit at the edge then moved to sit behind him. Once settled he started to comb Ryan’s hair.

’He keeps getting weirder and weirder…’ Ryan thought staring at the far wall. He didn’t get the digimon at all. He’d never have thought he’d be sitting here with the digimon gently combing his hair out for him. He’d almost say the elf was enjoying it. When he was done Mystimon even ran a hand though his hair before pushing him off the bed.

“Come on, GrapLeomon’s likely ready to go by now.” Mystimon said as he got up himself and started to leave. Nodding Ryan hurried after him.

GrapLeomon was ready to leave when they got to the entry. Like he often did he just wore a comfortable pair of pants (more than that was annoying and not really needed because of his fur).

Outside Andalusamon was saddle up and waited for them along with a large bay for GrapLeomon to ride, and a brown horse for Strikedramon, who’d been waiting near the horses with two of his men. A four foot tall blue and tan hedgehog with transparent crystal like spikes, and a three foot tall humanoidish red and white, slightly feminine looking, bird. Togemogumon and Hawkmon.

“Do I really need this maybe guards with me to just go visit the market?” Mystimon asked Strikedramon, looking a little annoyed.

“Yes. I’d say considering we haven’t a clue where WereGarurumon went that you do.” The digimon reply, not looking at all worried with having annoyed Mystimon.

For a moment Ryan thought Mystimon was going to argue with him, but instead huffed and mounted Andalusamon and stared to leave. Ryan hurried after him as GrapLeomon and Strikedramon hurry and mounted. Strikedramon quickly took the lead with GrapLeomon rode next to his Lord. Ryan walked alongside Mystimon’s purple mount and Togemogumon came last, easily keeping up with the horses. Hawkmon flew above them keeping an eye on the area around them, though Ryan wasn’t sure if she really needed too. He too thought the area was safe.

It didn’t take long for the group to make it to the town’s market. Ryan thought Mystimon would have dismounted when they got there to look at he wears, but he didn’t. Instead he just pointed out things he wanted to look at from his horse and had Ryan get them for him to see, if the owner hadn’t jumped to display them that is.

~~~

After a few hours Mystimon had see pretty much the shops and stands had to offer him. Which, in his opinion, wasn’t much at all. He could have seen it all in an hour or so but hadn’t wanted to rush. He’d also ended up letting some of the shop owners parade there wears before him to kill some time, even though he wasn’t really interested in what he saw. The few things he had gotten, a box holding a number of finely carved animals he though his little brother would like and some surprisingly good wool dyed a deep navy, he had Ryan carry for him.

“I don’t get how you can like living out here in the middle of nowhere…” He grumbled to Grapleomon as they finished looking at the last of the shops. “There’s like nothing out here. Little in the way of things to buy and even less to do…There’s not even an outdoor theater.” He complained. “I’m beginning to remember why it’s been years sense I last come out here.”

GrapLeomon just rolled his eye at him. “You just don’t know to appreciate the open country.”

“I do too. I didn’t complain till now didn’t I? I’ve been out here almost a three weeks now.” Mystimon disagreed. “I think only lasted a week here last time.”

“Maybe, but this time you weren’t here just for a social call. Trying to figure out what WereGarurumon is up to has kept you busy.” As he talked he glanced at Ryan. Noticing his gaze he guessed what the lionman hadn’t said. That he’d also been keep entertained by the boy. Though he’d have to say, tormented might be a better way to look at it as he’d not touched the boy in over 5 days now.

“That’s true…” He said quietly his eyes locked on Ryan. The boy hadn’t yet noticed he was looking at him. Curious as to what had the teen’s attention when it should be on him, he followed the boys gaze to a stand selling little cakes and pies. It seemed a young woman with short blond hair in a blue dress had just arrived with some hot fresh mini fruit pies.

Leading Andalusamon over to the stand he pulled out a couple gold coins and gave them to an older, frail looking woman with wispy gray hair who seemed to be running the stand. “For the pies.” He told her and indicated toward the basket the fresh pies were in. Smiling widely the old lady took the coins and had the younger woman give him the basket as well as pies.

Heading over to the fountain Mystimon dismounted and looked into the basket. He pulled a few out then motioned for the others to get some too. He unwrapped and gave a couple of the little pies, apple ones, to Andalusamon and then sat on a bench and started eating one himself. It wasn’t till he’d eaten about half his second pie, a cherry one, that he noticed Ryan looking at the pie. When the boy realized he’d noticed he looked away.

Sighing he thought he should have known better then assume the boy would have realized he could have one too. He was standing a few feet from away and still holding the box and fabric. Mystimon could bet he hadn’t likely done more then look at the pie’s they were eating and wish he could have one. Getting up Mystimon walked over to him and handed him his half eaten cherry pie. He smiled a little at the surprised look the boy got before he set the box of animals down on the bench to accept it, and went to see what was left in the basket.

There was luckily still a couple strawberry ones left. Picking them up he want back over to Ryan and held one out to him. When he just looked at them he snapped lightly, “Take one.”

Not wanting to really annoy him Ryan retched for one and awkwardly tried to hold both pies, the old and new one, in the same hand. He didn’t want to see down the wool and possibly get it dirty.

“You can set that down too.” Mystimon said shaking his head a little and looking at the roll of wool. Nodding Ryan quickly set it down and then used both hands to hold he pies. ’How long is this gone to last.’ Mystimon wondered. He feared a little he’d scared the boy worse then he’d expected to have done. Before he’d ran away the boy hadn’t been quite so worried of doing something wrong and even would resist him if he really didn’t want to do something. Thinking of how earlier he’d even asked if he could use soap after being told to get clean he sighed. He was really glad he’d got light with his punishment for running now… If he’d hobbled and whipped him more he feared now what would have happened.

He didn’t want his slaves broken and mindlessly just doing anything they were told to. No, he wanted obedience, but not that. He didn’t like the look of empty dead eyes.

Swallowing the last of his pie he looked over at Ryan. He’d still a little left to eat. He watched as the boy ate the last of it and then licked his fingers clean. Sadly Ryan looked over at him (maybe he’d sensed his gaze finally) and noticing he was watching stopped. Getting up he picked up the basket and handed it to Ryan. “Bring this back to the old woman.” Nodded he hurried to do as told.

As the boy left, Mystimon got back on Andalusamon. He glanced around once to be sure he was ready to leave then looked back at Ryan. He’d come back now and had picked back up the box and roll of fabric and was waiting for them to get going. Nudging Andalusamon’s side with his foot to get him moving, he started back to the house.

~~~

“Where do you want me to put these?” Ryan asked looking down at the wool and box in this arms. They were back up in the rooms Mystimon use in the Manor.

“On the beds fine for now.” The elf told him waving towards the bed as he pulled off his jacket. He tossed it onto a chair and then stared to remove his vest as well. ”I’ll have you pack them in my chest later.”

Nodding, Ryan went over to the bed and set the box and roll of wool down. When he was done he went over to Mystimon to see if he wanted help. “Want me to help with that sir?”

“No, I’m just taking these off is all.” Mystimon told him as he pulled off the vest and tossed it onto the jacket. He headed into the sitting room and picked up a book. Having followed him in the room Ryan started to sit next to the chair Mystimon had sat in to read, but the elf’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked at Mystimon, who just watched him, seeming to think for a moment before gesturing towards the door.“Go say good bye to your friends. Just be back here after dinner.”

“Really?” Ryan asked, smiling at Mystimon for the first time. “Thank you.”

“Get going. You’re wasting your time.” The elf mutter, but Ryan though he saw a smile on his face before he hide it behind his book. His smile still on his face Ryan left the room.

~~~

AN- Sorry the smut didn't happen yet XD It'll will though so no worries. Still I hope you enjoyed the chapter. If you did review and let me know :3
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