Beelzemon and Kiri laid on the floor hand in hand, staring up into the starry sky. Four months ago Kirin's father was in a horrible crash, killing both the drunk driver, and Kirin's beloved father instantly. Kirin would often lock herself in her room alone and cry while beelzemon sat outside her room, waiting for her to stop so he could come back in amnd hold her once more.

"How many stars do you think are up there?" Beelzemon asked.

"My grandma alway told me that for every good soul that dies, another star is added to the sky."

Beelzemon stared up.

"So Guilmon and yer dad are up there right now, lookin' down on us."

Kirin nodded, fighting back the tears that came at th mention of her father's name. Beelzemon sat up. He tugged the metal claw gloves off of his hands, then reached over and stroked Kirin's cheek.

"I love ya, Kirin." he said. He dragged her closer to him and kissed her cheek. Kirin kissed him back, smiling. Her face fell when her mother burst in through the door. Their grins turned to grimaces.

"Kirin, why the hell aren't the dishes done?"

"Sorry, forgot, I'll do it now." the girl said. She stood up to start for the dishes. That was when she smelled it. The smell of alcohol and urine was strong on the woman. She had obviously been drinking, but there was another smell, like a perfume, but more, masculine. Beelzemon could smell it strong. He pulled Kirin behind him, snarling.

"Ya bitch!" He roared. "I can't believe you! I knew you were low, but not dis low!" Kirin coould see her partner shaking furiously, and shrank back in fear.

"You, and the worthless girl, can go crash-get in a crash, for all I care." she slurred. This was the last straw. Beelzemon drew his fist back and smashed the woman in the face. He smiled at the uconcious woman, shaking his hand.

"Wish I was wearin m' claws." he snickered. Kirin held in giggles. Her face fell as soon a she heard Beelzemon sob.

"Beelz." she whispered, putting her arms around her beloved.

"Kirin, you're father didn't, and you don't deserve to live with such a bitch."

Kirin squeezed him tight, burying her face between his shoulder blades.

"Then let's go, Beelz, back to the digital world. I have no one here that cares. We havefriends in the Net Sea!"

Beelzemon smiled. He nodded and got into Kirin's underwear drawer to retrieve the digivice, but was sidetracked by a box. He drew it out and inspected it. It was the same exact box that the officer handed Kirin the night of Owen's death.

"Hey Kir, you wanna bring this with ya?" he asked. Kirin looked at the box, misty-eyed.

"Beelz, will you open it for me? I can't do it."

Beelzemon nodded. He pulled the thin cardboard top off of the box. He picked up a black corset-dress, adorned with fishet and chains.

Kirin fought the tears that threatened to surface, but the battle was already lost.

"I told him how much I loved that dress." she said. She immediatley stripped, despite Beelzemon's present, and pulled the garment on, while Beelzemon read the note that was in the bottom of the box.

She had it on and zipped when Beelzemon finally looked up.

"He died spitin' yer mom. Yer dad was the most badass human I've ever met." he sighed.

Kirin sat in Beelzemon's lap, pulling on the fishnet leggings that she had found in the pockets. She turned, kissing Beelzemon.

"Let's get the hell out of here." she muttered, breaking the kiss. Beelzemon grinned deviously.

"Whatever ya say." he said, handing Kirin the digivice.

A glow surrounded the two, and they were gone.