It was late at night and Imite peered into the window of the hospital room. "Awe," she cooed, "Just like a little baby." Imite jumped in through the window and walked over to the edge of his bed. "Wake up, sleepy-head. Takeshi couldn't have knocked you out for this long," she whispered and nudged Satoshi. He turned to his side and snorted a little bit before opening up his eyes wearily. He squinted his eyes a little. "Wha-what? Who are you?" he asked and Imite shoved her hand over his mouth. "Shhh," she hissed, "Be quiet. You're coming with me, Sato-chan." She picked up Satoshi along with his sleeping pikachu, and managed to get out of the window, where she had broken in. She ran out into the street and into the old closed subway station. She ended next to the ticket booth and dumped him on the cold floor, but still held his pikachu, so as not to wake it up. "Alright, Sato-chan," she said and sat down in front of him. "Now you can talk." "What?" he said, "but who are you?" "I'll have to keep that a secret for now," she said and winked at him. "But right now, I need you to say something loud and clear, okay?" "But why? What do you want from me?" "Good, that was pretty clear," she said, not bothering to answer his question. "You're a good sport, Sato-chan." "Why do you keep calling me that? You don't even know me!" he yelled. "And that was pretty loud. Well, then, I'll just put the two together," Imite said and sat up straight. "What? What are you talking about?! Are you insane?!" Satoshi began to get a little worried. "Good job!" squealed Imite. "Now I can practice." She looked up for a moment, then closed her eyes. "H-hey..." she began, trying to imitate Satoshi's voice, "Hey...Hey, my name is- my..." she started to get closer and opened her eyes. After a few more seconds of trying to complete the sentence, she managed a "Hey, my name is Satoshi! Pleased to meet you." in Satoshi's voice. "You're some weird type of girl," he said. "Do you think it's actually funny to do that in front of somebody? That's pretty offending, you, know!" It was about now that Pikachu started to wake up. Imite looked down at it and took out a small bottle that contained a white, creamy liquid. She poured it down the rodent's mouth and it started to close its eyes again, falling asleep quickly. "Hey! What are you doing to Pikachu?! What is that?! Poison, I'll bet!" shouted Satoshi. Imite shook her head and made the boy swallow what was left of it. "Poison..." repeated Imite, switching to her own voice. "It's warm milk and honey. And it'll help you calm down as well. Now then..." she looked up at him, "...strip." "What?!" he cried out and backed against the wall. "Strip," she repeated. Satoshi blushed wildly, but tried to keep serious. "No way!" Imite sighed. Oh, this always happened... "Look, are you going to take off your clothes or do I have to for you?" Satoshi turned his head away and crossed his arms. Imite sighed once again and reached out at the hem of Satoshi's shirt. He slapped her quickly, making her wince back. "You just have to do this the hard way," she said and took the monster ball on her belt and threw it on the ground. Her metamon sprouted out of it, making its little call and smiled at Imite. "Alright, Metamon," she ordered, "we need to get this guy pinned down. You know what to do." It nodded and changed its color and shape around a little until it morphed into a sandopan. It held sat down on top of Satoshi's legs, making him fall to the ground, and pinned down both his arms. "You're bringing your monster into this? You're not just weird, you're sick!" he yelled. Imite ignored him and started to roll up his shirt, letting Metamon adjust its movements while she got his shirt over his head. "You know, you should be proud you're twenty like me," she said. "That way I don't have to stuff myself or wear stilts to get bigger or make Metamon do the whole job if you're shorter than me." "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Since when do rapes involve stuffing and stilts?" "I'm not going to rape you," she said. "Then what are you trying to do to me?" "I don't need to answer that," Imite said and continued to undress him. Satoshi kept quiet for a few minutes, watching Imite's metamon cooperate with ease. It was as if it had been trained to do just this. The girl had a much more calm face than he'd have thought if she were to strip him of his clothes. She obviously was almost serious about the idea. However, her facial expression was so happy-go-lucky, it was as if it was all just fun and games to her. And it probably was, too. "You're wearing blue and white," he said, more softly than before. The milk was definitely calming him down now. Imite took off his shoes and looked down at Satoshi. "In a moment I won't," she said and started to take off her boots. "Are you... are you working for Kasumi?" he asked. Imite continued to undress. "Yes. I'm on a mission right now." "Kasumi sent you on a mission to take off our clothes? And I thought you were strange..." Imite couldn't help but laugh a little. "No. I may as well tell you. My name is Imite and I am one of Kasumi's employees. I have been ordered to kill two people." "Who?" he asked. Imite didn't reply. She took a rope that was dangled at her belt and let her metamon slash it in half. She went over to Satoshi and tied one end of the rope to his waist. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Tying you up," she replied and Metamon, still morphed as a Sandopan, pinned Satoshi up the railing by the ticket booth. "Are you sure you're not going to..." "I told you, Sato-chan, I'm not going to rape you," she said. It sounded as if she were trying to comfort him, even though she had just stripped him and now she's tying him up? She tightened the rope a little, and tied it into a large, twisted knot. She grabbed the other half of the rope and tied the pikachu to the railin as well, this time without the help of Metamon. She went back to Satoshi's pile of clothes and put on his hat. "Metamon," she ordered, "go get the blanket from my pack. And my strapping as well." It squealed and ran over to the pack she had been carrying around her shoulder. She retrieved the large white blanket from her monster and went back over to Satoshi. She wrapped the blanket around him and winked. "Just to keep you warm while you have your temporary lack of clothes." She went back to his pile of clothes and started to wrap the strapping around her chest until her breasts were dimmed down enough to pass as a boy's. She slipped on his shirt and pants. She took out a men's wig and put it over her long hair. she fluffed it a little at the edges. Satoshi couldn't believe his eyes as he saw a duplicate of himself standing in front of him. Even without a mask, her face seemed so androgynous she could pull of as anybody. So this is why she was taking his clothes? To pose as himself? She'll get all his friends to hate him, no doubt. Then again, she was supposed to kill two people, so now he'll be seen as a murderer? "Metamon!" called out Imite, "I'm going to need you now." She was using Satoshi's voice again. It nodded and automatically changed into a pikachu. It trotted over to Imite and she smiled at Satoshi with content in her successful imitation of Satoshi. "Maybe you weren't such a good sport at first," she said, "or at least as I thought you would be when stripping. This took longer than it should have, but I guess that's okay. I'll come back for you later, Sato-chan, and then I'll give you your clothes back." She turned around and started to walk back to the hospital. 'I'll bring you your clothes back. But I'm afraid you won't live to enjoy them for very long.' * The sun was almost rising. Imite hurried back with her metamon and got into Satoshi's bed. She started to hear the doorknob turn and she shut her eyes quickly. "Satoshi-kun? Satoshi-kun, are you awake yet?" said a very soft, feminine voice. Nanami walked over to Imite and nudged her a little bit. Imite rolled over a little as Satoshi had did before when she was waking him up. She opened her eyes slowly, and squinted a little. She looked at the woman, and saw her name tag that read "Okido Nanami." 'Okay, so this is the nurse. At least I don't have to act,' she thought, but her thoughts suddenly changed completely when the woman kissed her. 'Okay, so this is his girlfriend... Now I really need to think.' Nanami released the embrace and smiled at Imite. "How are you feeling, Sato-kun?" "Just fine!" she said and forced a smiled. "I was so worried about you!" Nanami said and hugged her tightly. "I almost cried just thinking of you breaking any bones or anything like that. But I'm glad you seem to be alright now." Imite smiled. Oh great... so how did was this boy supposed to act in front of her? Calm, excited, stupid...? She made a guess. "I'm really hungry," she said, "is there anything to eat around here?" Nanami giggled. "Well, at least the kick didn't mess with your head. I'll get you some breakfast." The woman left, closing the door softly behind her. At least she pulled off as Satoshi in front of his girlfriend. That was pretty good. The door opened again and a boy her own age walked in with an burakii on his shoulder. He smiled and walked over to her. It was Shigeru, one of the people she was supposed to kill. But she couldn't right now. She needed to wait for just the right moment. But what was his connection with Satoshi? Hopefully he wasn't an enemy. "How are you feeling, Sato-kun?" he asked. Okay, he's not an enemy... "I'm okay," she replied with another smile. Shigeru kneeled down by the bed and kissed her. Imite's eyes widened and she started to panic in her head. 'Oh my god, no.... I can't believe Sato-chan's in this sort of mess.' Shigeru sat down in the same seat he was in the other day and looked at Imite. "Sato-kun, we need to talk." "What is it?" she asked. "Why haven't you told me the truth?" he asked. What? The truth? Oh great, more trouble... "The truth?" asked Imite, "The truth about what?" "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, Satoshi. Your mother came in here yesterday and talked to me," he said. "My mother?" repeated Imite. She had to get more information out of this guy. "Yes. Sato-kun, why, in all of our years, have you never told me Hanako was your mother?" he asked. Imite gawked. Holy shit, no. But Hanako-sama was her idol! She had always wanted to be a famous actress like her, and now she was on a mission to kill her son? 'Improvise, Imite... you MUST improvise!!!' she thought quickly. "Well, you see... the thing is, I just didn't want to get you all, umm, surprised or anything if you knew I was her son." Shigeru gave her an awkward look of suspicion, but then smiled. "I see," He said. "It's okay then. But Satoshi, if anything comes up, you need to tell me right away. I understand you just wanted me to make me feel more secure around you, but this is really important." "Right," said Imite and gave him a cheesy smile. "I'll remember that...Shigeru-kun." Shigeru stood up and gave Satoshi a smaller kiss, on the cheek, and headed towards the door. He opened it, but bumped into Nanami, who almost spilt the bowl of cerial. "I'm sorry, onee-san," said Shigeru, and left. "Sato-kun?" she said. "Huh?" said Imite and looked up at her. She set the bowl in Imite's lap and sat down where Shigeru was. "I overheard you and my brother talking," she said. 'Oh no! But what if Satoshi was cheating on her, rather than cheating on Shigeru? That means the secret's out and I'm in the middle of it!' she screamed in her head. "I think maybe Shigeru's right," she said. "That you should always tell him the truth." She wasn't mad. That was good. Imite sighed in relief. "I think you should tell Shigeru you've been spending some time with me. Besides, I feel a little guilty right now," Nanami looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry, but I really don't want to be a part of this. It's not fair to Shigeru, and it's not fair to me." Imite regretted the fact that this woman was pouring all her heart into a speech that wasn't even to the right person. How was she supposed to reply to this? Oh, how come this had to end up all wrong? And she was supposed to be having fun with this. Maybe she should go ahead and just kill Shigeru and Satoshi after this situation. "I see," said Imite, "I guess... I guess if you don't want to, then you don't really have to." Nanami hugged her, just as tightly as before. "I know you've made a good decision, Sato-kun. For both of us. But I'll still love you." Imite was about to say something, but Nanami got up and left before she had a chance to even move. When the door closed, Imite sank down, deep in the covers of the bed. "I did not expect this to happen to me..." she said. Her metamon trotted up to her face and licked her chin a little bit in comfort. "Chuu..." it said in depression. "We'll get out of this soon, though, Metamon," she said and started to eat the cerial. p>Imite walked out of the door. Maybe the confusion would die down outside. "Satoshi! Satoshi!" cried out two voices. "Nn? Who's there?" she asked and looked around. Taichi and Nanako ran out to her. They were obviously part of the main police force in the city. "Satoshi, how are you feeling?" asked Taichi. "Just fine," she said. "Everybody got really worried when you were knocked out. Especially Shigeru," said Nanako. "But you don't have to worry. Takeshi won't bother you anymore." Nanako looked at Taichi. "We were a little more surprised when we saw Taichi with the handcuffs. You're not supposed to have handcuffs until you're old enough!" Taichi shrugged and laughed a little. "Well, I mean.. you know...." "How, um... interesting," sait Imite, unsure of what she was supposed to say. "But you know what was really weird?" asked Taichi. "What?" "As it turns out," said Nanako, "the candy girl that was there is named Ayame and is one of Kasumi's sisters and she's the sister of Botan. And the guy she was with is named Kenji." "Kenji?" repeated Imite. How was Kenji in that mess? "He was one of Kasumi's minions, but now he's really on nobody's side," continued Nanako. "Well, except Ayame's," added Taichi. 'WHAT?! Are they making this stuff up?!' wondered Imite. 'No way! This is too confusing for me!' Imite took a step back. "Umm, will you two excuse me for a moment?" Nanako and Taichi shrugged as Imite ran off into the street, behind a few office buildings. "Why is he going there?" said Nanako. "All there is north of the city is the suburbs." * Imite leaned against the back of a house. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and sighed. Her metamon went back to its normal form and sat down on her lap. "Maybe I should plan this a little before going back," she said. "Hey! Hey, who are you?!" shouted a voice. Somehow, it sounded very familiar. Imite looked up and turned to wear the voice was coming from. A car pulled up in the driveway and a man with a camera ran out to her. "Who are you?" he asked. "What are you doing here?" "Tooru-kun?" said Imite. "How do you know my name?" he asked, surprised. Imite ripped off her wig, revealing her long black hair that flowed down along her shoulders. "Tooru-kun, it's me! Imite!" "Imite?" he repeated and smiled. -- "I know your style of murder," said Tooru and he set down the cup of tea. "You find the victim's aquaintance and play dress-up, right?" "Not this time," said Imite, leaning back on the couch. "Actually... I have to kill two people. I'm disguised as one of them." "Couldn't you have picked the girl, then? Seriously, Imite-chan..." "There is no female," she interrupted and paused fore a moment. "Tooru?" "What is it?" he replied. "The mission I'm on right now has gotten off a little more harder than I thought it would..." she said and looked up at him with tearful eyes. He didn't know how to reply. His mouth twitched a little, in hopes that something would come out of his mouth to comfort her. But he wasn't given a chance to say anything. Imite already continued to speak. "The person I am disguised as... his name is Satoshi and he's the son of Hanako... I just can't believe I have to kill my idol's son. It really makes me feel guilty inside." "You're kidding, right? Are you sure this isn't just another guy named Satoshi?" asked Tooru. One tear slowly fell down Imite's cheek. "Yes... I'm guessing he had decided to live here with his boyfriend, the other boy I'm supposed to kill. But he also loves a girl, and I have to sort everything out and all because I made this terrible mistake of choosing this idiot as the one to impersonate!" she cried out and grabbed Tooru's shoulders. "I can't just solve this boy's problems with his love affairs! It's been all too confusing for me, and I don't know what to do, or how to react!" Now he really didn't know how to react. Should he just talk to her? Will that help? Should he, perhaps, pat her back and say "you can make it!" or try to help her get out of the situation? "Tooru-kun?" she said. "Yes?" "H-hold me until I think of a way out of this..." she said and tears were streaming from her eyes. Tooru wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. He hugged her tightly, despite the dampness growing on his chest. She pushed him away suddenly and smiled. "Thanks, Tooru-kun, I know exactly how to get out of this mess now!" "Wha-? But, I thought you meant..." he stuttered. She took one last sip of the tea and went out the door without a goodbye. Tooru rushed out to his door, watching Imite running down the sidewalk with her metamon trotting after her. "Well, umm... I'll see you around later?!" he shouted, but started to trail off as Imite disappeared behind a house. * "Satoshi, where have you been?" asked Hanako to Imite as she came back from the road. She looked up at her. Holy shit, no. Was she actually talking to Hanako? So Shigeru definitely wasn't lying. "I just wanted to stretch my legs," she replied. "I got so worried when I heard you were injured!" said Hanako and she hugged Imite. "My little Satoshi..." She let go and looked down at Imite. "And I just wanted to say that I'm glad you've found the right boy for yourself." "Umm... yeah! Shigeru! He's... umm... nice!" said Imite, stuttering to find the right words for somebody who she had just met for five minutes. "Well, I guess I'll go back now. I'm glad you're enjoying your new life down here," said Hanako. "I guess you'd have wanted to instead of following some thirty-seven year old actress around," she said. "Awe, you're not that old, Mom," said Imite, sweating a little. She never went in a situation when she was talking with her victim's mother. Hanako laughed. "I guess it's times like this when a mother has to realize her little boy's growing up. You've lost the word 'Mama.' Well, I need to go now..." Imite almost slapped her own forehead in her mistake. She didn't know Satoshi called her "Mama." Oh boy.... Shigeru walked over to her as Hanako left. "Sato-kun, you look well enough, perhaps now would be a good idea for us to start going north again to battle Kasumi," he said. "Seiyou finally found the exact location of her building." "Huh?" said Imite. Fight Kasumi? So perhaps that's why she had been sent to kill this boy and Satoshi in the first place. "Oh, right! Yeah, let's go!" "We surely won't make it there until night falls, and knowing you, you'll get tired from the long drive. So, if you want, we can camp out nearby and battle in the morning," he said. Imite decided that then would be the best time to kill Shigeru, when the were camped out. Then she could go back and kill Satoshi. She only regretted that it would be so time-consuming, and killings like this gave her little pay. "Alright," she said. -- The drive to Kasumi's building was silent, and Imite preferred it that way so she didn't have to answer any questions or do anything that Satoshi would do. When they were in site of the building, Shigeru asked if Imite wanted to just go to sleep in the car for the night. The moon was three quarters full, leaving an odd round shape and a dull amount of light. At least it wasn't as bad as a crescent moon, or even a new moon. Yet it still wasn't bright enough for Imite to be able too tell weather she could kill Shigeru or not. However, she agreed to stay in the car, just for her chance to kill. -- As the sun rose, Imite found no-one but Metamon close at her side. Shigeru was slashing the air with his hands and arms outside, eager to fight. "Sato-kun," he said. Imite looked up at him, and sat up, feeling quite refreshed from the good night's sleep. However her chest spoke differently as the strapping were still making her breasts ache. She was used to it, though, and it would be even worse if Shigeru knew she was a girl, rather than just another boy. But anyway, she can kill him now. A good knock out and choking would do the trick for this boy. Shigeru continued to talk, "I think maybe we should just practice a little before we battle Kasumi. You know, just to get a little warmed up." Even better. Now she could kill him in the practice, and it may even seem to be like a mistake. "Okay, sure!" said Imite and she got out of the car. "But it shouldn't be with guns or monsters. We might need to fight manually just incase." "Alright," replied Imite and nodded. Shigeru nodded and dropped his gun on the ground. Shigeru decided he would go easy on the Satoshi look-alike. He knew Satoshi was just a bit of a gentle person. Yet when he expected Imite to get into a pathetic excuse for a battle stance, he was surprised. Imite stood perfectly with her back straight and knees bent. She chose to move first. Imite started with a leap forward and she threw a punch at Shigeru, who just barely dodged it. 'He's quick,' thought Shigeru, and tried to kick at Imite, yet she jumped in the air. 'Perhaps he's better than I thought. Satoshi definitely has the skill to win.' Shigeru studied Imite for a moment as she got back into her battle stance gracefully. 'I never noticed how flexible and well built his body was. He has the strength of a man, and the lightness of a woman. He's almost perfect.' Imite swung her leg around at Shigeru, catching him at the side, and he flew into a nearby bush. She didn't even waste time to let him stand up. She wanted to kill him, and beating him up a little first was just fine. She kicked him again, now swinging him up to the ground and he tried to keep his feet firmly placed on the ground. Shigeru decided not to go easy on her now. She was obviously being serious. But why was his dear Satoshi trying so hard in a practice? Shigeru made a round-house kick as Imite was trying to get behind him. Shigeru expected at the most that she would try to back away in hopes of dodging it, but again he was surprised as she let her hand out and caught his foot in mid-air. She flipped Shigeru over her head and he landed on his back. A puff of air was released from his lungs in pain. It was now that Burakii started to feel a little protective of its owner, and ran towards Imite and Shigeru in assistance. Yet Metamon grabbed its tail, holding it back. "Pika!" said Metamon and Burakii stared at it in confusion. "Buuraaaa," it hissed and clawed at the pikachu morph, but it quickly shocked it with a juuman boruto, almost paralyzing it. "Sato-kun, I think you're being-" started Shigeru, but he was interrupted by a voice from "Satoshi" that he never would have expected. "Sorry, Shigeru," Imite said, now in her normal voice, "but I'm not your beloved Sato-chan." Imite locked Shigeru down, sitting on his stomach to keep him from moving, while her metamon kept Ibui from protecting its master. Imite removed her wig and hat, dropping them to the grass, just to show Shigeru what she looked like, truly. Shigeru's eyes widened as he gazed upon her wild hair that let loose in two ponytails. That's when he also noticed that her eyes were red, unlike Satoshi's warm brown eyes. But wasn't her eyes filled with warmth when he looked into them? Or was she just acting? "Who are you?" asked Shigeru. "My name is Imite and I work for Kasumi," she said to him, "and I am currently on a mission. A mission to destroy you!" Her eyes looked serious and determined to take away his life, but there was something greater than that. It was the warmth in her eyes, but only from the burning heat of hell's confusion and hatred embedded in her past situations with Satoshi's love affairs. She almost looked like she was taking the murder personally. Imite placed her hands firmly on Shigeru's neck, strangling him with all her might. It hurt him greatly as her fingernails dug into his flesh, and fresh blood started to leak a little, staining her fingers. He wasn't just going to get strangled and suffocated, he was going to get his head decapitated. But suddenly, Imite was knocked off of Shigeru by an unknown force. She fell off, and looked up to see Satoshi crouched down in front of Shigeru with her blanket wrapped around his bare body. She heard her metamon squeal and a blast of electricity. Her monster ran over to her, crawling up against her ankle in its old pink form. "You!" Imite shouted. "How did you escape?!" Satoshi looked down at the girl in hatred. She will pay for this.