Disclamer: I do not own Digimon or Digimon Tamers.
Chapter 1: Dreamy Night
"People say that your dreams are the only things that save ya...Come on baby in our dreams, we can live our misbehaviors " -Arcade Fire, "Rebellion (Lies)"
The breeze blew across the park, flowing through like water through a river. Trees and grass bent, their movements commanded by the whim of this force. They were at its mercy, and should it choose to, ripe them and hurl them away from their natural resting place, crushing their lives. The wind may rule the world, but the park was the breeze's kingdom.. It ruled the dominion with its might, all life bound to its will.
Only two beings seemed to be immune from this powerful force; a young boy and a young girl sitting on one of the park benches.
As if curious as to what could be in its kingdom that would ignore its might, the breeze flowed around the two humans. The boy was garbed in a blue jacket, the hood of it blowing lightly in the breeze, hanging loosely from the back of his shirt. It was not in use; goggles laid strapped in his brown hair where its position would normally have been, leaving his brown eyes uncovered. He wore light brown cargo pants and covered his white socks with green shoes.
The girl wore a white shirt with green sleeves, the classic heart symbol etched upon the middle. Blue jeans were held up by brown belt and red shoes fit snuggly around white socks. Whilst her lavender eyes were unusual, her most defining feature was the way her red hair was bound; red spikes protruded from the back of her hair, reminiscent of the spikes of a pineapple.
Both had their arms wrapped around one another's body and their lips seemed to be attached to each other. The breeze was curious; it blew on them, causing their hair and any loose article of clothing to be blown onto the path of wind, yet again they gave no sign of recognition to his might. The breeze was confounded; what kind of procedure or skill were they enacting that allowed them to ignore his magnificent power...?
There are moments in ones life when one will be confused and confounded to how they entered a certain situation. In some of those moments, the individual will attempt to decipher and analyze the situation, eventually resolving how they entered the situation, and hopefully, how to proceed with said situation. In other moments, the person just goes "what the hell" and proceeds on their merry way.
Takato was willing to say "what the hell". In fact, he was willing to say nothing at all, as he kissed Rika fiercely.
Takato didn't know how he got into this situation, making out fiercely with Rika; she wasn't called an ice beauty for nothing. Although she made a good friend, there was no way she would let a guy close to her without giving said male a good bruise or two in the face and a hurt ego to go with it. Takato, who she "affectionately" named "Goggle-head", was an even less likely candidate.
Any further thought of explanation for this situation was immediately cut off as Rika moaned and leaned closer, her hand moving up Takato's leg. A thousand gallons of hormones flushed away any logical thinking as Takato began to sweat, as if trying to release the excess hormones through his pores. For some reason, despite the cool breeze in the park and Takato and Rika being the only ones occupying it (an odd occurrence, but Takato didn't bother to ponder it), it was blazing HOT.
Rika moved closer, causing Takato to lean back a little, as she locked her soft lavender eyes into Takato brown eyes. Takato had never seen Rika's eyes this close (mostly because eye contact usually meant a black eye for the other), and the few moments of eye contact, she was always glaring. They seemed to suck the world in, everything around them seemingly disappearing into her eyes, with Takato being no exception. Takato couldn't bear to look away, her eyes were just so beautiful, nothing could tear his gaze away...
Or at least that's what Takato thought...until Rika undid Takato's belt and unzipped his fly. Not only did the brazen action wrought his gaze from the Rika's eyes, it was only after the tension was released did Takato realize that there was a huge strain on his pants and his private parts. His private parts seemed to have grown to a much larger size then normal.
It was only when Rika grabbed the edge of his pants and was in the movement of pulling them off when Takato remembered that he was a sentient being and knew the action of speaking. "Umm...Rika.." Takato stammered, "Err...don't you think we should keep our clothes on, especially..umm...not in the park?"
Rika stopped and looked up and gave a grin that sent both shivers of terror and excitement down his spine. He had barely seen Rika smile, and definitely had never seen her smile so...impishly. "Oh sorry, Takato," She said, her voice containing a tone Takato did not recognize. "Would you like me to take off my own clothes too?" She said, bring her hands to her own shirt.
"What!?" Takato exclaimed. If Takato had stammered before, then this was a full blown-brain-meltdown. "Uhh..."
"I'll take that as a yes," Rika said, her smile growing wider, as with one quick movement, pulled off her shirt, revealing a blue...well...something. Takato had no idea what it was, but as soon as he saw it, everything in his body went in overdrive, his sweat and private parts increasing and straining as Rika brought her hands up to that blue thing...
BEEP
A loud and short "beep" caused to Takato suddenly bolt up in the middle of his bed, whacking his head on the bunk over him. "OW!" Takato exclaimed, holding his head, his eyes tearing up. Takato grouped around on his desk and turned his clock around; 1:32 A.M.
"Oh man," Takato said, holding his head, "What kind of dream was that?"
He grabbed his sheets and moved to adjust them when he felt wet. In a specific area. Turning on a small lamp, Takato groaned as he saw his pants all wet. "Ahh man," He said as he pulled his soggy underwear and pants off. "I haven't peed in my pants since I was a kid." So intense was his humiliation, Takato didn't even notice how his alleged urine was of a much different texture and color.
Throwing his underwear and pants into the wash basket, he grabbed a fresh set of underwear and pants. It was a good thing Guilmon wasn't here; although Guilmon wouldn't have laughed at him, he wasn't exactly the smartest chip on the block, and could easily let it slip to Kenta and Kazu about his "accident". Jeri would probably think it was cute, Henry would probably smile, pat him on the back, then laugh when Takato was out of hearing range. And Rika...
Takato froze, his foot hovering in mid-air above one of the legs of his pants; the thought of what Rika would do if she heard that he had a dream about her being naked...they would need a lot of doctors to put him back together.
Takato stood there for a couple of minutes, held to the spot by the numerous scenarios of pain flashing in his mid. Finally, Takato placed his pants completely on, held at peace in the fact that as long as Takato kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't have to worry about Rika.
Changing his bed sheets with fresh ones, Takato reflected on all that had happened. It had been one year since the D-Reaper had been defeated and retrogressed back into his primitive, harmless state. Takato could still remember that terrible day after, where Guilmon and the other digimon had to return to the Digital World, the bridge that allowed them to exist in the Real World closed by the same program that had defeated the D-Reaper. It was a necessary lost, but a lost none other. Luckily, the bridge repaired itself six months later, allowing partner and tamer to be reunited again. However, no good deed can go unpunished. With the bridge repaired, Digital ports opened in the Real World again, allowing not only partner Digimon, but wild Digimon to "realize" in the Real World.
The government took swift action and quickly installed Hypnos II, under the capable hands of Mitsuo Yamaki. Mr. Yamaki, the former leader of the first Hypnos, once was aimed for the complete genocide of the Digimon. Now, however, Yamaki displayed a rare trait among adults, revealing the ability to learn from his mistakes. With Hypnos II, Yamaki completely changed the policy of Hypnos II from complete genocide to what he dubbed, "The Tamer Solution". Registering the tamers Takato, Rika, Henry, Kazu Shioda, Kenta Kitagawa, as Digimon Tamers, all five were now paid, with housing provided for their Digimon and Tamers if wanted. It was a win-win situation for all, as using Tamers to eliminate the wild ones was much more effective than trying to destroy all Digimon with super weapons such as the Juggernaut. The Tamer's were paid a decent amount and while most stayed at their homes, the Digimon partners generally found much more space in the housing provided by Hypnos II.
Most of the time it was pretty much smooth sailing, Takato reflected, as he laid back on his bed. The wild ones were pretty easy to defeat by the much more powerful and experienced Digimon partners, and they only appeared a couple of times a week. However, there were times when an overwhelming wild ones would appear, and with only five active tamers, chaos could be easily wreaked before the Tamers could show up at the point of problem. And there was the problem with school, as wild ones weren't very considerate in the time they Realized, and while the Tamers were allowed by the government to be released from school to fight, it would do no good to deprive any child of their proper education.
And so Yamaki had decided to train more Tamers. With the help of Jeri Katou and Calumon, a new team of tamers was created. Most were volunteers, but a couple were selected from the government itself for some of their distinct traits.
Takato didn't know how they paired up partner and Digimon, but according to Jeri, it was through a series of complicated test and processes involving volunteered Digimon and other such test; too confusing for Takato to bother to listen, leaving Takato simply nodding to keep from hurting Jeri's feelings while she droned on, explaining the entire process.
Takato rolled over and glanced at his clock; 1:57 A.M. He really needed his sleep, with the big math test tomorrow. But as he laid back, Takato couldn't help but suspect that the sharp beep that woke him up was from his Digivice. Normally, his digivice would beep multiple times if there was a wild one needed to be taken care of. On the other hand, his Digivice had beeped once for the last couple of nights...
Whatever, Takato thought, as he rolled over again, and to his dismay, found himself annoyed that the dream with Rika had ended thanks to his Digivice. If only he could sleep like she probably was, without a care in the world about disturbing dreams...
"How did I get myself into this?" Rika muttered to the air.
The familiar figure of Rika Nonaka, sat huddled behind a large rock as large green blast landed around her, peppering the ground with holes and filling the air with the sounds of explosions. With the full moon and cloudless night, the area would have looked like the surface of the moon, had it not been an immensely thick layer of fog covering the area, obscuring everything beyond a foot away from the viewer.
"The same way we get into every other situation," a calm female voice replied.
Rika turned around to look at the source of the voice; Renamon, a tall yellow-furred Digimon, with body and wit reminiscent to foxes. She was a proud and majestic creature, though you couldn't tell it now, as she too laid crouched behind the rock as massive green blast continued shelling the area around them.
"What do you mean by that?" Rika indignantly cried out, not even flinching as a particularly large blast sprayed grass and dirt all over them.
Renamon shrugged. "We rush into battle and figure out what to do after we start fighting," She said calmly.
Rika bit back her retort as she thought back...
30 Minutes Earlier
The house had been in their family for generations, though one could only tell upon meticulous inspection. It was first owned by a fierce Japanese samurai. Whilst he was a great warrior, it was in the time when Japan was changing; western ideals and weapons were replacing the Japanese culture. Disgusted by these departures from tradition, he had built the house to proudly boast his faith in the Japanese traditions. The design reflected the old Japanese cultures and their fierce spirits.
The samurai's descendents had inherited this house, some even inheriting his fierce warrior spirit, but all inheriting the burning pride to keep said house. The family had taken great pains to make it that way, and through numerous repairs, constant paint jobs, and other regulatory methods; they had succeeded in making the ancient design look as if it was recently built.
And ancient design it was. It was a beautiful structure, with the traditional Japanese curved roofs, complete with animal statues standing guard at each entrance. There was a large amount of open land surrounding the area complete with wall and gate to keep those unwelcome out. Inside the building, there was a beautiful, albeit small, pond, filled with aquatic life. It was normally busy with activity, though at the moment was dormant, the full moon's light reflected off, giving it a bright glow. The grass was soft, as it blew lightly in the wind, accenting the beauty of the area. At the moment it was serving as a area of rest for a young fourteen-year-old girl. Her red hair pine-apple style was recognizable even from the distance, as belonging to the same girl in a recent boy's dream. With the full moon illuminating the entire area, the beauty of the landscape was matched only by the girl's beauty.
Rika Nonaka hated it all.
The house was like a small, claustrophobic box, of which there was no escape. Frustrated, Rika had gotten out of bed and lay out in the courtyard, trying to escape this sense of claustrophobia, without success. No, it wasn't that it was a small house; Rika knew better then to think that it was due to the physical dimensions of the house. If it had been so easy, Rika could have stayed in her room, which was by no means small. This stifling feeling was wrought from tradition.
The entire property was built upon tradition by a mighty Japanese samurai. Everything about it was defined by Japanese tradition, a way to stand out of all the changing times. Rika was one of the few descendents who inherited the samurai's fierce spirit, and could understand his need to define himself. She shared that same desire of independence and freedom.
Rika was also a girl.
Woman were not suppose to seek out fights. They were to help their husbands or fathers with their duties They were to be like Rika's mother, beautiful and attractive, but to leave the heavy lifting to the men. Rika did not want to sit back and make herself look pretty for boys. She didn't want to be a weak dame-distress who needed saving all the time. And to think her mother had sign her up...
Rika's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a voice speaking. A deep voice, possessed naught by any of the female inhabitants currently living in the building, but a male voice. Rika sat up and listened intently, trying to decipher what the words were, with no success. But that voice sounded familiar, very familiar...
Rika gasped. Could it be?
She jumped to her feet and race down the dark halls, turning corners with extremely agility, moving towards the source of the noise. It had been so long, so very long since she had seen him. She couldn't wait to see how he was, how he would think of her now that was grown up!
She turned the corner and saw light coming from the door leading to the living room. The light was bright yellow, a beautiful light. It light emitted from a old green lamp that no one had touched ever since she was little. It was where she use to read stories with him. As she moved closer to the light she felt strange. It was as if her heart was in a ice cage, frozen cold with no movement, no emotion. This light was warm, as if melting this cage, so that she couldn't help but have a spring in her step. She felt like a little girl, not the mature, tough Tamer, but just a young innocent girl.
She could hear his voice, louder as she was closer, but not close enough to hear what he was saying. Rika slowed her pace and walk slowly towards the doorway. She remembered a little game they always played, where one would sneak upon the other and attempt to scare them. It was a flawed game; she always got scared and he never even flinched. But as she would try anyway, as she tiptoed towards the doorway.
And then, as she almost turned through the doorway, it hit her like a blow to the gut. Fear struck her; what if his opinion had not changed? What if he looked at her and still thought her weak? What if, in disgust, he left again...?
It was only when Rika felt tears in her eyes did she come to her senses. Disgusted, Rika stood straight. She was acting weak again. He left her for the very actions she was displaying now. She was foolish to think of this as a game; she was older, more mature now. She did not cry. She was not weak.
The light seemed no longer as bright and happy, but simply a light to see, nothing more. The ice cage had returned around her heart, yet now it seem like a comfort, like an old friend she had an argument with but now was resolved. Rika would go in with dignity and maturity. She was emotionless.
With those inspiring thoughts, she turned the corner and saw him.
His back was turned, but Rika could recognize him even if she was wearing drunken goggles and high at the same time. He was wearing a light blue tunic and his brown hair was combed quite well. He was sitting in the old green reclining chair that he always use to sit in, the old green lamp turned on next to him. The fire was also blazing, its warmth making the room quite snug and comfortable.
Rika opened her mouth to give her salutations...but found her voice gone. Her throat seemed constricted. Despite what she had told herself before she entered, she was still frightened, with due cause though. She had not seen him in over a year; what was she to say?
"I've been expecting you,"
Rika jumped as he suddenly spoke, his voice as deep and mature as she remembered it. Her face flushed; hadn't she just told herself she was going to show him she had matured? That she was no longer a frightened little girl? She couldn't bear to look at him and starred at her feet.
"Well, are you going to say anything?"
Rika flushed even more and stammered,
"Hello...father."
Her father did not acknowledge or speak, so she continued, "It has been...awhile since I've seen you father- but that's okay!" Rika suddenly said. She didn't want him to think she missed him. Real men do not succumb to the human weakness of emotion. "How are you father?"
"You still have one more wish little girl."
"Sorry?" Rika looked up, confused.
Her father did not do anything to acknowledge her presence, instead continuing to speak. "And the girl shook her head and began to think; what would she use her last wish for?"
Rika slowly walked around the chair, and then jumped back in surprise at the sight.
Her father had not changed; his face, while young, was mature and tough looking. He was the kind of man that could handle himself in a fight, his posture constantly radiating a aura of strength. He wasn't looking at Rika, but in fact reading a picture book. While this was unusual, it was not what surprise Rika. It was the fact that although Rika was standing there, looking at her father, there sat Rika in his lap, reading the book along with her father.
Yet the Rika that sat with her father now was different. She was much younger, looking around five years old, a far cry from Rika's current age status of fourteen. Her hair was red like Rika's, but was loose and long, not tied up into her signature pine-apple spikes. The girl was garbed in a cute pink dress with white frills, topped off with small little white shoes. She had a big, happy smile on her face, which still contained a good amount of baby fat. Her eyes...
It was odd, looking into the eyes of you're younger self. They were different from Rika's eyes, the same shade of lavender, but still different. It was like looking at someone in a different angle of lighting; film were continual proof of how different lighting shades can completely change ones appearance. A innocent little boy can look like a mad child with the right lighting. While there was no lighting in little Rika's eyes, they seemed to glow, as if charged with some kind of mystical quality. They were eyes filled with love and innocence, eyes that had not seen the hardships of life.
Did I have eyes like that? Rika thought. Clearly so, as she was looking into what appeared to be her younger self, listening to her father read a story out loud.
Both of Rika's father and little Rika appeared not to be able to see her, as Rika's father continued to read; "And then the little girl looked into a pail of water and saw her own reflection. She was not ugly, nor however was she beautiful. She was plain, with nothing special in her appearance. So she turned to the Genie and said, in a calm, clear voice,-"
Rika's father then buffed his chest out and attempted to mimic the high pitch voice of a female with his deep, gruff voice. "I wish to be the most beautiful girl in the world!"
Little Rika laughed, an innocent, happy laugh and Rika smiled. She had forgotten about her father's different voices, or lack of. His voice was deep and gruff, with no flexibility at all. Understanding that, he still continued to try and change his voice to amuse her when she was a little kid, always succeeding to bring a laugh out when she was a kid. Her father smiled at little Rika and then continued, "And the Genie nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, the girl was changed into a beautiful woman. Other girls could only her beauty! The strongest men were reduced to their knees at her allure, their minds dominated only by the thought of her comeliness! Whole kingdoms laid at her feet, powerless! The world was her oyster, as she-"
"Daddy, daddy," Little Rika interrupted, tugging on her father's shirt. Rika winced a little at her high-pitched voice.
Her father looked away from the book at little Rika. "Yes?"
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Her father stiffled a yawn, as if little Rika had asked this question multiple time; which she probably had. "Yes, you are pretty, little Rika," He said, his gruff voice doing nothing to hide his boredom.
"How pretty?" Little Rika asked, ignorant to the boredom of her father.
"Very pretty," Rika's father deadpanned. Then his face seem to light up, as he suddenly hoisted Rika up from his lap into his arms. He stood up and sigh happily, "You're so pretty that when you grow up, boys will have dreams of you!"
Little Rika's face formed a pout, the kind that only little kids have the power to do. "But daddy! I don't want icky boys to think about me!"
Her father gave a roaring laugh. There were many times when Rika's father laughed, but only a few times when he gave his "roaring laugh". Most times it was a masculine chuckle, but there times when he found something generally funny and laughed, his laugh a delightful, happy laugh. It was the kind of laughter that was contagious as Rika's younger self began to laugh also.
The scene was so odd; a large grown man and a little girl in his arms both laughing their heads off. And then Rika began to laugh too.
There are moments in you're life when you'll laugh and all your problems seem to disappear. Everything seems to be delightful and funny, and you're heart seems to burst with happiness. The blood will flow through you're veins, giving oxygen and renewed energy to the host, giving you a warm, fuzzy feeling. Your brain will release enzymes and you will experience clarity and sight, often associated with epiphanies. And you will laugh.
Rika hadn't felt this good in seemingly forever. The ice cage around her heart seem to shatter as her heart expanded. Everything seemed so beautiful as she laughed. Rika's worries and anger about her mother's plans disappeared into the laughs that filled the room now.
And then Rika's mother, garbed in a bath robe, walked in and shouted, "What are you doing!? It's ten o'clock at night! Rika needs her sleep!"
Instantly the laughter stopped. Rika's father put Little Rika down onto the chair and stood up. No longer was his face joyful and happy. Now it was hard and cold. "I'm perfectly aware what the time is, thank you very much. I was just reading a bed time story for Rika, like any loving parent would do."
Rika's mother bristled. "What's that suppose to mean? I'm the one who got you to read those stories to Rika because you weren't even paying attention to her!"
"It's not my fault that you're the one always dressing her up in those little dresses so she can be all pretty like you!" Rika's father shouted back.
"Theres nothing wrong with that! Beauty brings in money! Unlike you, with you're small little business!" Rika's mother glared at Rika's father.
Rika's father flushed. "Don't you dare lecture me on business!! I don't even get how you get any money at all, seeing how ugly and weak you are!"
Now it was Rika's mother's turn to flush red. "Why you-!!"
Rika had enough. She covered both her ears and just shut her eyes close, and shouted, "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!"
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Rika woke up instantly to the sound of loud, sharp beeps. The lit living room and the shouting parents had disappeared; she was back in her room. Normally pitch black, it a bright glow was emitting from her beeping D-Arc, piercing the darkness. Sitting up, she fumbled around for her D-Arc and disabled the system alarm before it began alerting the other D-Arcs. Reading the data on screen, she fumed; she had let one beep go through to the other D-Arcs. Oh well, hopefully the rest will think it a false alarm or some other system beeping.
Pressing another button, she connected with Hypnos II's system computer.
Connecting...
D-Arc connection recognized. User: Rika Nonaka.
Situation: Wild One Bioemergence
Digimon: Unknown
Type: Unknown
Attribute: Unknown
Special Attack: Unknown
Biolgical Characteristics: Unknown
Power: Rookie level
Threat level: Unable to determine
Recommended Number of Tamers: 2
Recommended Course of Action: Proceed with immense caution, prioritizing recon over action.
Rika snorted. Rookie level needing two tamers? Rika Nonaka, queen of the Digimon, needing to proceed with immense caution against such a low level digimon? The thought was laughable. Rika made a mental note to speak to Mitsuo Yamaki about updating the Hypnos II logs, as she manipulated the screen.
Accessing city map...Complete
The data on screen was quickly replaced by a map of the city. Focusing on a blinking dot, she zoomed further in, where a label appeared over the dot; Realization Point: WestShinjukuPark.
Rika smiled, taking in a moment to realize the irony in the situation; Guilmon, Takato's digimon use to hide in that park, and as that was before the Tamer Solution, would be classified as a Wild One. The fact that the computer was noting a Wild One in the park when there had been one there for so many months was a product of mild amusement.
Then Rika suddenly felt very wet and damp. Glancing down she realized that her pajamas were soaked from head-to-toe in sweat. Confused, Rika conceived that her breathing was also utterly erratic, as if she had just run a marathon. What had rendered her in such a state...?
Oh yeah. That dream, or daresay nightmare.
She didn't remember the incident, but then again, when she was younger, her mother and father did fight a lot. There was nothing in that incident that made it any different from any other fights she had witnessed. Still, she had a sense of foreboding, a cold chill in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought of it. It was like she knew what happened that day but couldn't remember; it was just buried in the back of her mind...
Shaking her head, Rika cleared her head of those thoughts. It was just some stupid dream about the past; she didn't care for dreams or history, she just kept moving on. Plus, there was a wild one to be taken care of. Pausing only to catch her breath, Rika promptly stripped off her drenched pajamas and threw on her standard attire; her heart shirt given to her by her mother and jeans buckled with brown belt. She clipped on her D-Arc and card pack, then tied her long red hair into her traditional red spikes.
And there was one more thing to do before she was ready, and it was the most important of all. Standing straight up, Rika spoke in a calm, clear voice;
"Renamon."
One of the odd things that have befounded scientist repeatedly is how Digimon take on the appearance and abilities of old folklore and legends of humanity. True, Digimon are composed of the data from the digital network and many of the Digimon were artificially created, their appearances drawn by one of the children of the Monster Makers. However, only a couple of Digimon were custom created. The rest evolved along with the program. Why such a vast majority hail to more ancient legends rather than more modern conceptions is a mystery's who's answer is along with the answer of whether is truly a soul or what the mean of life is. As such, the majority of scientist who study Digimon, particularly the ones at Hypnos II have long since accepted the way things are and moved on to more practical experiments.
Despite this, the Hypnos II scientists could not suppress their curiousity. While they abandoned the discovering of why Digimon modeled themselves after certain legends, they could still focused their attentions upon the abilities of Digimon. Abilities such as the spawning of fire from mouth. The creation of wind so powerful as to create a tornado. The speed and mentality required to spin so fast that the time flow of a warp hole is reversed. And of course, the ability to teleport.
Renamon was part of the many digimon with abilities and appearance similar to old legends and folktale. In this case it was that of the Kitsune, Japanese for fox. The fox was subject to many Japanese folktales, so much that Kitsune is now synonymous to its folktale version. To say fox was to speak of the normal, flesh-and-blood one-tailed foxes, native to the real world.
To speak of Kitsune was to speak of multi-tailed foxes with intelligence to match and surpass that of man. These foxes, which could have up to nine tails, were capable of easily conquering mankind, put preferred benevolence or simply mischievousness. It was good for Man, for in a time where sword and arrow ruled the battlefield, Kitsune were attributed many abilities such as possession, generation of fire or lightning, flight, invisibility...and the ability to warp time and space.
Truthfully, Renamon did not know how she warped the space time continuum; it was something she simply could do. All she knew was that it related to the Kitsune, hence why every time she teleported, a ghostly flute sound played. She did not question it, nor hesitate to use it to get away from all the fanatic scientist at Hypnos II. It was one of the main reasons why Renamon didn't live in the living quarters provided by the government. Plus, Rika never had a problem with her living in her spacious home, and here Renamon could protect Rika if necessary.
Renamon was sitting upon the roof of her Rika's home, as she often did. It was in this area where she would sit and gaze at the stars. Stars were a rare occurrence in the Digital World. Most of the time, all you could see in the Digital World was the massive globe of the Real World. However, at the moment Renamon was ignorant to the beauty of the night. She was gazing at her reflection in the pond of Rika's backyard.
In the few times Renamon looked into the pond, she saw a proud, tall beast, coated in yellow fur. Her arms were covered in purple gloves up to her elbows, and her yellow tailed lay curled next to her legs, the white tip often resting in her lap. Her pointed ears and sharp blue eyes gave her a intimidating look, and in combination with her feral features, she was often associated with the Vulpini family, hence the attributes of the Kitsune. She was taller than most rookie Digimon and, she daresay, more talented than other rookie leveled Digimon. A proud, majestic creature, Renamon was the perfect partner for the powerful tamer Rika.
Yet as she gazed at her reflection, Renamon realized times had changed. Her yellow fur, which had been so beautifully groomed, was ruffled and unkempt. Her normally untouched body sported small bruises. Her normal bright blue eyes were dull and tired. Her tail was stiff and numb from when a fat ogre had managed to get a lucky hit on it. Renamon's gloves were off, revealing bandages wrapped around her bruised hands. Even her ears seem to droop a bit.
Renamon, however, was not surprised. She was expert weapon of destruction, but she had her limits. The number of fights Renamon and Rika had in the last couple of weeks without any backup...
Renamon knew Rika was disabling the signal from being sent out to the other Tamers every time the alarm went off; Rika had confided in her after their third fight alone. Although Renamon had her doubts, she did not voice them or ask why Rika was so insistent on fighting alone; she trusted her. If Renamon needed to know something important, Rika would tell her. Until then, Renamon would keep her mouth shut. That meant no complaint or crying about how the fights were tiring her. That would be disgusting. If Rika was willing to keep fighting, then so was Renamon.
And Renamon knew a fight was coming, as she heard four sharp beeps coming from within Rika room. Quickly throwing her gloves over her bandaged hands, she stretched out sore limbs. Ignoring the pain, Renamon looked at her reflection again. She was Renamon, worthy partner to the Digimon Tamer Rika. She did not know the meaning of pain. She did not know the meaning of failure.
Then why did her reflection seem so weak?
"Renamon."
Renamon disappeared as she bent the time and space continuum, a mystical ghost flute sound playing in the background, leaving her confusing thoughts and reflection behind. It was the time for battle, not words.
And her reflection...blinked
A loud explosion brought Rika back to the present, as the green blast continued to shell the area around her and Renamon.
"Okay," Rika conceded. "We went into this Digital Field by ourselves with no knowledge other than our own combat skills and the location of this Digital Field. So maybe we did rush into this situation. But!" Rika held up on finger which she quickly withdrew as it nearly got blasted off. "But all the other Wild Ones we fought before did not have a Digital Field this thick, nor did are they this...this..."
"This smart?" Renamon suggested, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, that is besides the point. We need some more firepower. Should I digivolve?"
Rika shook her head, bringing up her Digivice and activating the radar. No Signal was all she received on the screen."No, we shouldn't waste your energy. The computer manage to pick out that it was a Rookie level Digimon. You're skilled enough to defeat it if we can just see through this fog! But-" Rika rummaged through her card pack. "I don't have any cards here that can help us! If only I had more...cards..."
"Rika?" Renamon inquired as Rika trailed off. She looked over and saw Rika looking pensive; an odd sight for Rika in general, much less how out of place it looked with the shelling of the Digimon blast. "I hope you're silence indicates the beginnings of a plan Rika." Renamon continued.
Rika smiled, and Renamon's fur immediately bristled. She knew the smile. Rika always smiled like that before she did something extremely and ludicrously dangerous. "What is it?" Renamon demanded.
"Renamon," Rika said, still smiling. "Do you remember where Takato and Kazu and Kenta play the Digimon card game all the time?"
"Yes, of course, they played it in that little-" Renamon's eyes narrowed even more. "It's going to tough. It's pretty far from here. I'm going to need some extra speed."
"Way ahead of you Renamon!" Rika exclaimed, pulling out a card. "Digimodify!"
Rika twirled the card and slashed it through the D-Arc. "Hyper speed activate!"
Immediately, Renamon felt power rippling through her. She felt as if she could run around the world in mere seconds, making the distance between the boy's hideout and this bench seem laughably easy. Wasting no time, Renamon picked Rika up and exploded from their cover.
The world seemed to shift and exploded; the sky was filled with falling green blast reminiscent of shoot stars and the ground was filled with flying dirt and debris and pot holes, as Renamon ducked and weaved through the field. The sudden burst had taken the Wild One by surprise; the blast were no where close to Renamon and Rika as they ran through the field at high speeds. But this one had good reactions as the green energy balls immediately shifted and fell around them as they ran. And boy, it was like there was no fog at all, as the green blast forced Renamon to jump back and duck repeatedly. Clearly this Wild One had some kind of ability to see through the fog and had enough brains to take advantage of it by trying to shell them from far away.
"Hold on Rika, we're almost there!" Renamon shouted, jumping and crouching over a hole and under two falling green blast. Rika looked up and saw a purple structure with blue,red and orange spots covering had come into view. It look like some sort of creature with no head, as it stood upon its four legs with its tail laying behind it. Four plastic horns rose from the top and a clock decorated the front of it. This was the hideout of Takato, Kazu, and Kenta, and also where they played the Digimon card game. Renamon was right; they were almost there! They were going to make it!
And then Renamon cried and lurched as a green blast smashed into her side causing her to almost drop Rika as she fell. Renamon growled and flipped over giving Rika a clear view of the blast coming towards them.
"He's close by!" Rika shouted, as Renamon ducked and rolled over to avoid the incoming blast. They were no longer arcing through the night, falling from the sky like artillery. Now the green blast were coming faster and moving in straight lines, as if the Wild One was now close enough to start sniping them instead of shelling. Not good, as it gave Renamon less time to react and with they Hyperspeed modify card running out, this was a sticky situation. There was only one way they'd be able to make it.
"Hold on!" Renamon shouted, and then the world seemed to blur as Renamon sprinted. Rika could feel the power bursting through Renamon, as if it was bursting through her own body. She could also feel her pain as three more green blast slammed into Renamon, taking advantage of the fact that she was no longer dodging, instead running straight towards the structure. Hang on Renamon, Rika thought, Just a little bit further...
And right as a larger, more powerful green blast was about to impact, just as the hyper speed modify card ended, the whole world seemed to bend. Trees, grass, green blast, structures, even light seemed to twist and compact into a small hole, like water going down a drain. There was only black in this world, if world was the correct term, as Renamon bent the space time continuum and teleported. Rika couldn't breath, as there was no air to breath, her lungs seemed to burst and cry as they screamed for more oxygen, but there was none in this place...
And then everything seemed to unravel and reverse, as the all matter seemed to untwist out from wherever they were went, as Rika and Renamon phased into the structure, the strange ghostly flute signifying their presence. It was a decently sized area, large enough to fit the three boy Tamer and just big enough for Renamon and Rika to fit in comfortably. Three shoe boxes sat at the end of the room, but Rika ignored them as she looked Renamon, her lavender eyes filled with concern; she did not care to keep an image, for Renamon was her partner and true friend who knew all of her weaknesses.
"Are you alright Renamon?" Rika asked, looking at the burned patches of fur where the green blast had impacted. Already there were dark bruises forming.
"I will live," Renamon replied, panting. The sprint and tanking of the blows had taken a lot out of her. Rika quickly pulled out another card from her pack and slashed it through the Digivice.
"Digimodify! Medic Patch activate!" Rika shouted.
The spots on Renamon glowed, as the data temporarily repaired itself. It wasn't permanent, but it would last long enough for the fight. Digimon healed quickly, but they needed time to rest, which was a luxury they did not have as the structure rocked from the impacts of the green blast. Rika quickly overturned the three shoe boxes, searching for anything in their that could help them.
"There's got to be something here," Rika said, shifting through there cards. "I mean, with all these cards the boys have, theres got to be something that can help us! Ah ha!" Rika shouted victoriously, pulling out a card from the stack.
Rika showed the card to Renamon. "A signal boost card! Now we can find out who we're up against Renamon! Digimodify! Signal Boost activate!"
Rika slashed the card through the D-Arc reader. The screen beeped with the words Signal Found, and began display information on the screen.
Connecting...
D-Arc connection recognized. User: Rika Nonaka.
Situation: Wild One Bioemergence
Digimon: BlackAgumon
Type: Reptile Digimon/Dinosaur Digimon
Attribute: Virus
Special Attack: Pepper Breath
Biolgical Characteristics: Red eyes capable of infrared vision
Power: Rookie level
Threat level: Medium
Recommended Number of Tamers: 2
Recommended Course of Action: Proceed with immense caution. The fog of the Digital field will give BlackAgumon the advantage with its infrared vision. Utilize the BlackAgumon Infrared Vision Modify card and Heat Signature Mask Modify Card or Renamon Diamond Storm Ability(held in, not shot out) for best results.
"That certainly explains how the Wild One could attack us so effectively," Renamon commented after reading the Biological Characteristics and Recommended Course of Action. "I have my diamond storm attack; do we have the BlackAgumon Infrared Vison Modify card?"
"Yep!" Rika said, pulling out the card from the large pile of Digimon cards. "I hope Kazu doesn't mind me using this; not like I would care anyway. Digimodify! BlackAgumon Infrared Vision Modify!"
Renamon's eyes flared and turned from their sharp blue to a deep red. Rika assumed that the digital modification had been successful. "What's it like?" Rika asked.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" Renamon replied.
Rika concentrated, closing her eyes and look deep into herself, looking for the power. It was a power that all humans had, a power similar to that of Chi, but only some humans utilized. One had to access this power at a young age or be forever without it once they reached adult hood. It was this power that attracted Digimon to human, making them partner and Tamer. It was this power that connected the two so deeply, they could feel what the other felt, and in four cases, merge with their partners to create a powerful Digimon. It was the Teimāzu, the power of the Tamers.
Rika dug deep down into her pool of Teimāzu and found her connection to Renamon. It was an odd sensation when she felt it, a mixture of respect and happiness bottled into one seemed to flow through her when she accessed it. Concentrating hard, she dove into it and sought to borrow part of Renamon's power. She then opened her eyes.
"My god..." Rika could only whisper. "It's beautiful..."
The world was now bathed in a pleasing mixture or orange, red and purple where there was heat and grey where there was none. It was an amazing sight to see.
"Yes, it is." Renamon replied. "Diamond Storm!"
Renamon folded her arms and concentrated. Like her ability to teleport, Renamon did not know how she managed to create or summon diamonds to her. It was simply one of the mysteries of Digimon abilities that would most likely mystify scientist for ages to come. Serving as sharp and powerful weapons that were deadly when shot out, they would server another purpose; masking the heat signature of her body. The diamonds spawned and almost shot out, but Renamon concentrated and held the diamonds in place. Renamon seemed to disappear in front of Rika's eyes.
"It's working Renamon," Rika said. "I can't see you at all."
"Then it is time to eliminate this Wild One," Renamon replied, moving towards the exit. "Remain here and watch with me Rika."
Rika nodded and accessed her Teimāzu again, as Renamon jumped out. This time, instead of borrowing power, she sought to move herself into Renamon, like she would when she wanted to Biomerge. However, she sought only to move her eyes, not her entire body. It was tough work, like trying to push a car through mud, but Rika kept pushing and pushing...
And then she could see through Renamon's eyes. Renamon was walking slowly up behind BlackAgumon, for holding the diamond storm required too much energy for her to be able to move at high speeds or utilize her signature teleportation ability. This BlackAgumon was like an Agumon of another Digital Universe, but not the one that belonged to a certain lanky haired, goggled, soccer-loving boy. Nah, this BlackAgumon was huge, bearing more a similarity to the Agumon that would later evolve into the Greymon that would cause certain Digidestined to become Digital Destined. He stood about six feet high, covering from head to toe in black, though he looked orange through Renamon's eyes. His dark red infrared eyes remained fixed upon the structure where Rika resided.
BlackAgumon remained oblivious to Renamon, as he starting powering up a massive green blast. Renamon crept slowly, making nary a sound, getting closer and closer. When she was close enough she would release the full brunt of her Diamond Storm into BlackAgumon's back. Champion Digimon had fallen at the onslaught of diamonds; a rookie like BlackAgumon stood no chance.
Closer and closer Renamon crept until she was almost on top of him. A smile played out on Renamon and Rika's faces; the tables had turned. It was now their turn to take him by surprise. And he was going down. Hard.
"Diamond-!"
When Renamon had burst from the rock, Rika in her arms and the power of a Hyper Speed Modify Card pulsing through her body, she had observed how fast BlackAgumon had reacted. Only one or two blast had been completely off before the rest had starting falling frightening close. It was perhaps these reflexes that saved BlackAgumon; or maybe he had some kind of sixth sense. Whatever the case maybe, as soon as Renamon began shouting, BlackAgumon flipped around and roared, "PEPPER BREATH!"
The massive green blast that Agumon had been charging flew at alarming velocities towards Renamon, crushing the diamonds that Renamon released and the yellow vixen herself.
Or would have if Renamon hadn't quickly jumped out of the way. Surprise she may be, it didn't stop her from moving.
Nor did it BlackAgumon, as he roared and swung his claws at Renamon. Renamon ducked the blow and threw a punch at BlackAgumon. He blocked and then roared again, swing his claws and slamming his head forward. Power seemed to radiate off him; this Digimon was powerful.
But Renamon was powerful too; just in another way. While BlackAgumon possessed insane strength, Renamon contained equally fast speed and agility. It was a beautiful dance she wove, as she moved, ducked, and jumped over BlackAgumon's insane barrage of strikes. The smile had returned to the face of both Tamer and Digimon. Fast reflexes and large strength BlackAgumon may have, but the surprise and shock was over. This was Renamon's game now, for her speed completely nulled BlackAgumon's strength. And as she continued evading BlackAgumon's attacks, her right paw glowed a ghostly blue light, as she summonded the powers of the Kitsune to her fist. Rika felt the power too, a mystical energy building up in her right hand. She saw Renamon's own hand turn bright blue as the power amplified and reach its max. All she needed was an opening.
But Renamon was one of the fighters who didn't wait for openings. They made them.
And Renamon did just that as she grabbed BlackAgumon's paw and threw it the side exposing his stomach. "WISTERIA PUNCH!" Renamon screamed, and slammed her fist right into BlackAgumon's stomach.
CRACK
BlackAgumon's back seemed to budge, as Renamon's fist ripped into BlackAgumon's soft underbelly with a loud cracking sound. BlackAgumon's red eyes widen as he made an odd gurling sound as all the wind in his body was forced out of his lungs. His whole body seemed to tremble with the impact of the blow, as blue energy crackled all over his body.
And then Rika and Renamon saw it. They had been to far away to see it, but now that they were up close they could see it clearly. All over BlackAgumon's stomach there were scars. Huge, deep, long scars. Scars from battles fought long past. Scars that were created and given by enemy digimon. Scars that had taught this Digimon to fight. To never. ever.
Give up.
BANG-crunch
Rika and Renamon didn't even see BlackAgumon's claw move, as he slammed his fist into Renamon's face. Both Tamer and partner flew back, as the punch created a loud bang. Blood exploded out of Rika mouth and nose; by being connected with Renamon, she felt her pain and her body responded accordingly by loosing forth blood and cutting off the connection with Renamon. But it was not herself that Rika was worried about; she had just felt the pain, not taken the blow.
Digging into her Teimāzu again, Rika concentrated and reconnected with Renamon. She needed to see what had happened...Oh god.
The world turned into infrared again, but Rika was ignorant to its beauty as she looked through Renamon's eyes. She could not believe it had happened, as she used her power and pulled out of Renamon, getting a look at her from the outside perspective.
Renamon's entire nose had been shattered, the tip actually completey severed. Blood poured freely out of the gaping hole, as Renamon struggled to keep conciousness; a futile quest and completely in vain. A deep, dark chortle could be heard from BlackAgumon, as he moved to finish the job. Blood flowed freely from the wound Renamon had given him, but he ignored it; just another scar to add onto his many scars and victories over his enemies. Their data flowed through his veins even as he moved now, and so soon, would the data of this Digimon partner flow through his and add through their strength.
"Rena...Renamon!" Rika cried, her eyes watering. My god, she looked so helpless. No, she was helpless, as she continued to bleed all over the floor. If only Rika hadn't let her pride blind her, and just let Renamon digivolve, she would have crushed BlackAgumon. She wouldn't be in such a pitiful state now, bleeding all over the ground in agonizing pain, waiting to be slaughtered like a helpless chicken. Now it was too late for her to digivolve; she was completely out of energy and in too much pain to complete the evolution too.
"Renamon..." Rika whispered. "I'm sorry, please don't die..." And then Rika screamed, "RENAMON DON'T DIE!"
And then Rika felt it. While she was right that Renamon had no more power, there was still a source Renamon could access, a source that still had power that could be given to Renamon.
Rika's own Teimāzu.
And then her D-Arc glowed, and words appeared.
Digivolution.
A bright light engulfed Renamon, and Rika could here Renamon's voice as she shouted,
"Renamon digivolve to...Kyubimon!"
Gone was the tall, yellow-furred vixen Digimon. Arise the true form of the Kitsune, as the nine-tailed yellow fox of Kyubimon stood, mystical blue flames a light at the top of each of her nine tails. Renamon's destroyed nose had been replaced by Kyubimon's long snout, as Kyubimon's blue eyes glared at BlackAgumon. They had were no longer infrared, but it mattered not. Kyubimon could see him.
BlackAgumon stepped back and fear shined through his red eyes. This was a powerful rookie, one who had seen and won many battles. But this was a battle he knew he could not win, as he shuffled back.
But gone too was the smile that had plagued Renamon and Rika's lips. This was no longer a game. It was war. And war had to be ended.
"Fox Tail Inferno!" Kyubimon shouted, the blue flames on Kyubimon's tails flaring up. Nine blue flames appeared around BlackAgumon, trapping him. There was no escape for him. Only destruction.
And BlackAgumon starred directly at Kyubimon and smiled, the fear gone, as he accepted his death. And he uttered his first words since the battle had been joined, his voice deep and animalistic, a feral growl.
"Be prepared. Be prepared."
And then the flames slammed into and wiped BlackAgumon from existence.
"Renamon!" Rika shouted, jumping out from the incredibly burned and singed hideout. She sprinted through the field and ran up to Renamon's side, who had dedigivolved from Kyubimon and now laid on the ground. Rika reached her and shook it her. "Renamon!"
Renamon cracked open her eyes. "Ughh..." She moaned, then suddenly reached up to her face and felt her nose; it had repaired thanks to the digivolution. The only trace that it had ever been hurt was the large amount of blood that laid glistening on the ground.
"Are you alright Renamon?" Rika asked, her voice worried; with due cause of course. She had just seen part of Renamon's nose ripped off.
"Yes," Renamon replied, coolly but tiredly. "Though a good nights sleep and rest would do me much good."
Rika laughed in relief. "Yeah, you definitely deserve it Renamon. Here, let me help you get up," She said, as she hoisted Renamon up. For a split second, Rika worried about getting lost. But the Digital Field was already disappearing, the fog thinning and dissipated, allowing her to see.
What Rika saw did not bode well.
A enormous amount of police cars and black vans belonging to Hypnos II sat, their sirens whirling. Dozens of people were running around, and paramedics ran up to Rika and Renamon.
"Ugh, what the heck?" Rika exclaimed, confused.
"I could be asking you the same question," A deep male voice said behind her.
Rika whirled around to see the black-suited Mitsuo Yamaki of Hypnos II standing behind her. He was wearing his typical shades and flicking his silver lighter that he always carried around. Nodding towards the paramedic he said to Rika, "Please allow these medics to apply aid to Renamon. And clean yourself up," He said his voice angry as he threw a handkerchief to Rika; she suddenly realized that her face was still covered in blood. "After you do that," Yamaki continued, "Get into my car. We're going to Hypnos II. You have some explaining to do."
Rika could only look down as she wiped the blood off her face. There was nothing else she could do.
"And so...It begins." The voice said. "Hahaha... Oh yes, It begins."