Even though she only took that kiss on your cheek the wrong way and felt the need to clear your name, having Minervamon around you right now would be in your best interest to preserve what little life you have left. Surely the assassin dare not come after you while Atlantis's head of security's got your back. Being more paranoid than ever, you look all around you at the shady people walking by, believing that theyre all staring at you!

Minervamon tilted her head as she twiddle her fingers with the pair of movie tickets in your hand, waiting for your answer.

You swallowed hard and wiped the sweat off your forehead. "Chuck Lee? My dad was a huge fan of the guy. A...are the rumors about his legacy of undefeated martial arts matches true?"

"Hee!!" Minervamon tried to hold back a squeal of delight. To her, that translated as a yes. "Every single one is absolutely 100% true! Come! Let's talk about it along the way!" And with that, she wrapped her arm around yours and escorted you to the theater. Despite her bad-ass lady spartan exterior, she was clinging to you like a high school sweetheart on her first date. (sadly, you never technically had your 'first date'). Her arm nuzzled tightly against yours and she even tilted her head on your shoulder as she chatted endlessly about The Legend.

You blushed like crazy, but this moment of awkwardness was very effective against the intense fear that was filling your body only moments ago. The longer you walked with Minervamon, the more at ease you felt. She was your guardian angel. Your heroine and protector against the evils that lurk around you in this dark scary night.

"...Then after he became a POW, he literally pounded on the wall of his cell using the 'Wrist of God' technique and literally shattered the concrete!"

You nodded, pretended to be interested, but kinda zoned out in the comfort of her protection. You never really appreciated her company as much as you do now. She was the big bad powerhouse on this island and she was on YOUR arm, keeping you safe and sound. It almost felt like you couldnt handle being without her!

"Then as they napalmed the whole jungle, he leaped from tree to tree escaping the blasts until he finally jumped into the nearest flying rescue chopper to safety! I have that exact news article telling the whole story, you know!"
"Uh huh," you nodded and began to smile. You didnt need no Chuck Lee. All you needed was your fearless, courageous gladiatrix Minervamon.

"...and then with just one single roundhouse kick, his head was literally knocked off his body! I swear! I have it on tape!"
"That's awesome..." you continued zoning out. And to think, all she asks from you is to sire her child. That doesnt sound like a bad deal... WAIT! YES IT DOES!!
THANKFULLY, the thought of inseminating your protector snapped you back to reality. You remind yourself of Ranamon, your girlfriend who generously pulled a lot of major strings to allow you to live here in this paradise. You owe her and her curvy ass that wiggled for you more times than the millions that worship it! You would either be dead or the Inquisitor's bitch right about now if not for her! You realize where your loyalty must lie. With your dearest belle.

"...that's why they call it Mt. Bloodfist. Oh, look! We're here!"
Here you are. The Megamolopolist Cinema. Their current features they got running: '786 Swords', 'One Tail Away from Paris', 'Armageddemon', 'Immortal Traitor V', and 'The Dwayne Alkedz Story'. Crap... you missed the Immortal Traitor III and IV?!

"I got two tickets for 786 Pressure Points," Minervamon showed the guy at the booth her tickets. The guy rips off the stubs and hands them back, "Enjoy the movie."

Inside the theater, your bodyguard headed to the concession stand and bought herself a jumbo sized bag of popcorn.
"Hey Shug, you want something?"
"Nah, I'm good," you kinda lost your appetite after the freakout earlier.
"Are you sure? It's a four hour movie. You might get hungry in between it," FOUR HOURS?! IS THIS THE UNCUT-VERSION?!
...Wait. If it is, that means there's plenty of gruesome and gorey fatalities that were cut out from the original version. Youre gonna be nauseous anyways, so why bother.
"I'm sure," you answered.

"Alright," she grabbed her popcorn and anxiously grabbed your hand and dragged you with her, "let's go! I dont want to miss a SECOND of it!"
A lot of seats were taken inside the viewing room. It'd be tough finding a decent seat in the middle of the crowd, but Minervamon was quick to find one for you. Two available seats close together. Since you couldnt trust strangers anymore, you were obligated to stay as close to your protector as you could.
You could imagine her eyes were lighting up with excitement to match the rest of her face as the lights dimmed down and the screen came on.

Here come the previews.

Nope. Here come the PSAs.

"And now a public service announcement from the Royal Knights."
Ugh... THEM again?! When will they EVER get off your back?

"Every day over 7,000 pounds of trash is found washed up on our shores," said the Veemon in a military outfit speaking in the middle of some sort of beach setting. A RED Veemon! Hey, isnt that the guy you saved a couple days ago?! "Majority of this trash contains dangerous chemicals that are hazardous to ocean wildlife. Many of these creatures that are affected are our friends and allies who provide food, aid and protection to travelers lost at sea."
It's great to see he's doing alright with himself. Watching him protecting beach dumping awareness makes you feel relieved.

"That's right, my Prince," the camera position toward a Seadramon sticking his long neck out of the water.
....Hey! Didnt THAT guy attack your boat?!
"Not only that, these chemicals can not only endanger species living in the sea, but they can also be found in your food and drinking water if not properly washed and sanitized. Remember, when you dump your trash in our seas, you not only endanger OUR lives, you endanger YOURS."

As if this public service announcement couldnt get any odder, another figure walks into the shot.
A tall, knightly lizard figure in blue armor with a large golden V-shaped plate on his chest, armored boots shaped like claws, a blue cape shaped like wings, and a little X-shaped scar just below the golden V.

"So take a tip from the eel and my boy, already," he spoke in a familiar voice with a tone of arrogance, "we dont take polluters lightly. You shouldnt either. Report it to your local Knights District if you see any of these bastards dump their crap where we swim!" Holy crap! A little hardass, much?
Come to think of it, he reminds you of the mouth YOUR Veemon used to have on him. He also had the same X imprint on the EXACT same place on his chest!
He also said his dad was a Royal Knight, too. And the Inquisitor said after he said went back to the Knights after he stormed out of your house!

'NO...' you think to yourself, 'That cant possibly be him!'
If that is him, he sure has come a long way in the past couple of years. You wonder if he still remembers you.

"Uh, Lord Ulforce sir, shouldnt we be more concerned about persuading the viewers not to pollute, themselves?" Seadramon spoke up.

"Yeah, yeah, right, right..." UlforceVeedramon grumbled, "and dont be a total spaz and pollute too, ok?"
"Together we can make a difference!" his son ended the PSA.

You got even more tense than ever. Was that really him? The SAME Veemon who walked out on you after he found out about your fling with his crush became the very leader of the Royal Knights and quite possibly the ruler of the world? This is some scary stuff! Does HE also know what the Inquisitor knows?!

"Are you alright, Shug?" sure enough, Minervamon's noticing you panic, "you smelling very tense again."