When Masaru woke up, his back felt stiff. It wasn't that surprising - sleeping on the ground tended to do that. The real surprise was actually that he was waking up at all - sometimes it could be hard to a good night's rest around Agumon, because the Digimon had the tendency to talk in his sleep.
The teen sat up and stretched a little, trying to rid himself of the drowsy feeling of having overslept. After a moment, it registered that he wasn't actually stretched out over the grass, but in a bed. A real bed.
Where was this..? He dragged himself out of the bed to have realization number two: someone had taken the time to change his clothes, which was a little more than mildly disturbing. (What was with that smiley face, anyway?) His Digivice and necklace were also conveniently missing. Oh, the bastard that did this was going to get it.
"Agumon?" He did a glance-over of the room. There was another bed, but his follower was nowhere to be seen (knowing that guy, he probably just off getting food, so Masaru wasn't very concerned). After a little hunting, he found that his belongings were also missing in action.
"What a pain in the ass," he muttered. The missing Digivice admittedly wasn't that big of a deal - not yet, anyway - but he'd be damned if he went without that necklace. He hadn't went without it in ten years, and he didn't plan on starting now.
It was around then a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform walked in. "Good morning, Mr. Rotch. I'm afraid you slept through breakfast, so I'll be accompanying you to the Courtyard."
...Haa?
"What's another human doing here?" he blurted out. "What did you do with all my stuff? And where's my follower?!" This woman had to know something, at least.
At first the nurse had a distasteful expression at his demanding tone, but it quickly changed to one of pity. "...Calm down, Mike. Your possessions will be returned when you leave."
"Well, in that case, where the hell am I? And my name is Daimon Masaru," he corrected indignantly. He couldn't put his finger on what, but something about this woman was really pissing him off.
She looked surprised. "You mean they haven't told you yet? You're in Landel's Institute. You're... very sick, Mr. Rotch."
Sick? "But I feel fine," he muttered. "And I told you, my name is-"
"Mike Rotch, room M56," the nurse said, reading aloud from a sheet on clipboard. "Patient exhibits strong delusions, and is prone to violence. Refers to himself as 'Daimon Masaru.' "
That name again. Masaru already had a strong distaste for it - who in their right mind would name their kid something like that? And wait a minute, 'delusions?' So she thought he was crazy?
"Who the hell's going to believe a story like that?!" He ground out after a moment. Masaru was a lot of things, but crazy was definitely NOT one of them.
"Come on. I don't want to have to sedate you on your first day here," said the nurse patiently, ignoring his outburst.
"No choice then," he muttered to himself. "Fine, I'll follow you," he tagged on grudgingly.
Obviously, they made some sort of mistake, but this nurse didn't seem like she planned on talking about it anytime soon, and he wouldn't be much of a man if he just punched her lights out. He'd have to find someone else to deal with.
The teen sat up and stretched a little, trying to rid himself of the drowsy feeling of having overslept. After a moment, it registered that he wasn't actually stretched out over the grass, but in a bed. A real bed.
Where was this..? He dragged himself out of the bed to have realization number two: someone had taken the time to change his clothes, which was a little more than mildly disturbing. (What was with that smiley face, anyway?) His Digivice and necklace were also conveniently missing. Oh, the bastard that did this was going to get it.
"Agumon?" He did a glance-over of the room. There was another bed, but his follower was nowhere to be seen (knowing that guy, he probably just off getting food, so Masaru wasn't very concerned). After a little hunting, he found that his belongings were also missing in action.
"What a pain in the ass," he muttered. The missing Digivice admittedly wasn't that big of a deal - not yet, anyway - but he'd be damned if he went without that necklace. He hadn't went without it in ten years, and he didn't plan on starting now.
It was around then a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform walked in. "Good morning, Mr. Rotch. I'm afraid you slept through breakfast, so I'll be accompanying you to the Courtyard."
...Haa?
"What's another human doing here?" he blurted out. "What did you do with all my stuff? And where's my follower?!" This woman had to know something, at least.
At first the nurse had a distasteful expression at his demanding tone, but it quickly changed to one of pity. "...Calm down, Mike. Your possessions will be returned when you leave."
"Well, in that case, where the hell am I? And my name is Daimon Masaru," he corrected indignantly. He couldn't put his finger on what, but something about this woman was really pissing him off.
She looked surprised. "You mean they haven't told you yet? You're in Landel's Institute. You're... very sick, Mr. Rotch."
Sick? "But I feel fine," he muttered. "And I told you, my name is-"
"Mike Rotch, room M56," the nurse said, reading aloud from a sheet on clipboard. "Patient exhibits strong delusions, and is prone to violence. Refers to himself as 'Daimon Masaru.' "
That name again. Masaru already had a strong distaste for it - who in their right mind would name their kid something like that? And wait a minute, 'delusions?' So she thought he was crazy?
"Who the hell's going to believe a story like that?!" He ground out after a moment. Masaru was a lot of things, but crazy was definitely NOT one of them.
"Come on. I don't want to have to sedate you on your first day here," said the nurse patiently, ignoring his outburst.
"No choice then," he muttered to himself. "Fine, I'll follow you," he tagged on grudgingly.
Obviously, they made some sort of mistake, but this nurse didn't seem like she planned on talking about it anytime soon, and he wouldn't be much of a man if he just punched her lights out. He'd have to find someone else to deal with.
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