It hadn't taken Kit long after getting back from File Island to get back on the trail of the fake Wily-Kat. And this time there was actually a trail, other than rumors. Clawmarks, damaged or missing items, and a scent that was sort of like her brother... but not.
She let Emmy do the tracking, though; the digimon's nose was better than hers for that sort of thing. "It's this way," Emmerick said. "And the scent is fresh. He can't be far.
Kit nodded. "Right," she replied. "We need to be careful. He might not be my brother, but he's just as tricky."
It was then that they heard a voice from a nearby rooftop. "Not your brother? Aw, sis, I'm hurt." It was Kat's voice, but there was a viscous edge to it that Kat's voice never had.
And he certainly didn't look hurt, either. Spinning quickly to face the source of the voice, Kit saw something that looked like her brother sneering down at them. The only thing that looked out of place on him, other than the expression, was a gold wristband, glinting temptingly in the afternoon sun.
"Who are you?", Kit demanded. "And why are you pretending to be my brother?"
"Who says I'm pretending?", Not-Kat replied. "Maybe you've just forgotten what I'm actually like, hanging out here with all your nice new friends, instead of trying to find a way back to me and the others."
"But I can't get back," Kit said. "Not until we fix the Digital world."
"How do you know?", Not-Kat said, expression turning to anger. "You're not even trying! Do you even care about finding El Dara and helping our family any more?!"
That stung more than Kit was willing to admit, but anger outweighed hurt for the moment. "Course I do!", Kit said. "But they're my family not your family. You can't fool me; you don't smell right, and Kat wouldn't say stuff like that! You're nothing but a big fake!"
The sneer returned to Not-Kat's face. "Maybe not," he said, "but you should be thanking me for looking this way. At the rate you and these other idiots are going, it's the closet you're ever going to come to seeing your brother again."
That was clearly the last straw. "You take that back!", Kit yelled at Not-Kat, angry tears stinging the corners of her eyes.
"No." The ugly sneer never left Not-Kat's face.
"TAKE IT BACK!"
"Make me!"
Kit growled low in her throat, then leaped forward bounding up a nearby stack of crates to get to rooftop level, claws ready and obviously intent on doing just that. Not-Kat laughed nastily, and took off running, with Kit in hot pursuit.
"Kit! Kit, wait!", Emerick shouted, racing off after the two kittens and trying to keep them in view from ground level. She couldn't afford to lose track of Kit. Not like this.
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She let Emmy do the tracking, though; the digimon's nose was better than hers for that sort of thing. "It's this way," Emmerick said. "And the scent is fresh. He can't be far.
Kit nodded. "Right," she replied. "We need to be careful. He might not be my brother, but he's just as tricky."
It was then that they heard a voice from a nearby rooftop. "Not your brother? Aw, sis, I'm hurt." It was Kat's voice, but there was a viscous edge to it that Kat's voice never had.
And he certainly didn't look hurt, either. Spinning quickly to face the source of the voice, Kit saw something that looked like her brother sneering down at them. The only thing that looked out of place on him, other than the expression, was a gold wristband, glinting temptingly in the afternoon sun.
"Who are you?", Kit demanded. "And why are you pretending to be my brother?"
"Who says I'm pretending?", Not-Kat replied. "Maybe you've just forgotten what I'm actually like, hanging out here with all your nice new friends, instead of trying to find a way back to me and the others."
"But I can't get back," Kit said. "Not until we fix the Digital world."
"How do you know?", Not-Kat said, expression turning to anger. "You're not even trying! Do you even care about finding El Dara and helping our family any more?!"
That stung more than Kit was willing to admit, but anger outweighed hurt for the moment. "Course I do!", Kit said. "But they're my family not your family. You can't fool me; you don't smell right, and Kat wouldn't say stuff like that! You're nothing but a big fake!"
The sneer returned to Not-Kat's face. "Maybe not," he said, "but you should be thanking me for looking this way. At the rate you and these other idiots are going, it's the closet you're ever going to come to seeing your brother again."
That was clearly the last straw. "You take that back!", Kit yelled at Not-Kat, angry tears stinging the corners of her eyes.
"No." The ugly sneer never left Not-Kat's face.
"TAKE IT BACK!"
"Make me!"
Kit growled low in her throat, then leaped forward bounding up a nearby stack of crates to get to rooftop level, claws ready and obviously intent on doing just that. Not-Kat laughed nastily, and took off running, with Kit in hot pursuit.
"Kit! Kit, wait!", Emerick shouted, racing off after the two kittens and trying to keep them in view from ground level. She couldn't afford to lose track of Kit. Not like this.