Authors Notes:
-Hello everyone and welcome to the start of my first Tamers fanfic and one that's been pestering me for several weeks now. I took a break from 'Ashes to Ashes' and 'Of Crests and Planets' to do this, so for the delay in those other stories I am sorry.
-'Rage of the Heart' will be several small chapters as the weeks go by as it is very much a work in progress. I will be using English names and attacks as I just like them better for the most part. Also, this takes place after the end of Tamers (Digimon season 3), which hasn't shown yet on Fox so I apologize in advance for any blatant continuity errors.
-Blunt Self Promotion: Please review if you get a chance! I really could use a few in my 'inbox' :)\
-Oh, I don't own Digimon. (Duh).
-Enjoy!!
FortressMaximus
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"Rage of the Heart"
The glove-covered paw clenched tightly as Renamon looked at her partner, the fury in the fox's eyes beyond measure.
"Stay here Rika. He shall /pay/ for what he has done to you! This I swear!"
"Renamon....don't! Please! It's not what you thi.....!"
But Rika's cries went unheard as Renamons' rage overwhelmed the normal trust of her Tamers' words and the yellow Digimon phased-shifted into dimensional limbo, away from her partner and friend, leaving Rika and Doctor Mizuno alone in the small clinic.
Turning, Rika looked at the young woman who had remained silent to this point, watching the heated exchange in quiet contemplation. Balling her fists, Rika tried to fight back the tears that threaten to flow down her cheeks, but anyone could tell it was a loosing battle.
"We've got to stop her! In her mood...as angry as she is....". Rika stammered as she tried to elaborate more, but the pounding of her heart made such things impossible.
It was then one hand, then another, gently came to rest on Rika's shoulders. Then a powerful and supportive hug surrounded her. Unable to hold back any longer, the tears escaped Rika's eyes and she started to sob into the long, white folds of Amy's lab coat. It was only after several minutes did the elder woman pull away and fix her young patient with a reassuring gaze.
"Rika, I will help in any way possible. Renamon has become a close friend as well over these past few months and I won't let her do anything she will regret the rest of her life if I can help it. But I need you to help me calmly and rationally. Do you understand...?" Amy's voice kept a soft, slow tone as Rika started to regain control and focus on what needed to be done.
With a nod the Tamer felt a small smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "I understand..." came the soft reply as she brushed the few remaining tears on her cheek aside.
Amy nodded and stood up. "Okay. First things first--do you know where she's going?"
With a glance out the door towards the direction of home, Rika nodded.
"Can we get there first?"
There was a long pause, as if Rika had not fully heard the question. Finally she shook her head, looking back at her physician..."No. Renamon's too fast when she uses her dimensional shifting powers. She's halfway there by now."
Amy heard the fear and sadness start to grow in Rika's voice, but there was no time to deal with that now. She /had/ to keep Rika focused.
"Can your....Digi...whatever..." she asked, struggling with the terminology as she pointed to Rika's D-Arc, laying on top of her jeans and T-shirt on the chair outside the changing room.
"No good..." Rika interrupted, guessing what was being asked next. "She's too far way and all I have with me is attack cards. That's the /last/ thing we need..." she sourly commented.
Amy nodded, then startled as Rika practically leapt towards the desk and grabbed the phone, ignoring the chilly draft the gown created. "Let's see Renamon outrun the phone company!"
Rika punched in the number, then frowned. She tried the number again, only to slam it down seconds later. A hissed 'DAMM!' was the response to Amy's inquisitive look.
" 'All circuits are busy' " she angrily spat, mocking the monotone computer voice that had ended her call. It was then Rika's head jerked over towards her temporarily discarded clothing and with a flash of insight, ran over and rifled through the pockets until she brought out her text-pager.
Quickly the fingers flew over the small keyboard as Rika tried to warn him of the approaching Digimon, but after a few more seconds she paused. Looking at the small LCD screen her hand clamped around the plastic housing in pure anger.
Amy ran her fingers through her short blue hair as she watched Rika struggle for control of her emotions. She was about to tell her this area was a 'dead zone'-cellular phones and pagers didn't work here- but upon hearing the 'crack' of the housing and subsequent impact of the pager against the far wall, Amy knew that such information was now a moot point.
"No service found?!" she practically snarled as the Tamer glared at the remains of her pager as if her gaze would melt the offending device into an un-offending puddle of goo.
Once again a reassuring hand clasp down upon Rika's shoulders as the doctor shook her head. 'I understand how you feel Rika, but that anger won't do /either/ of you any good..." the doctor gently reminded her while stressing the point why she came here in the first place. .
Struck to the core, Rika nodded and gradually tried to reform her old facade of icy distance. While she hadn't had a need to revert back to the cold and emotionally distant young woman Renamon had first come to know, it was a well practiced mannerism and within a few moments Rika's emotions were mostly back under her tight control.
"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for...".
"But did it make you feel better?"
Rika shrugged. "A little." she answered, her voice so unlike any Amy had heard from one so young in all the years she ran the Juuban Woman's' Shelter.
"Is there anyone else we can call Rika?" she asked, hoping the young woman could think of another option that wasn't visible to the elder healer.
Looking away, Rika glared up at the stars in the night sky and fixed her gaze upon what she thought was Mercury, the brightest star in the heavens this time of year. For long moments she took in the starlight, as if trying to see an answer in the glow of that distant planet.
"Rika...?" came the soft query as Amy tried to remind her that time was running out.
The 14 year-old turned, her tear-streaked cheeks pale in the moonlight. With a soft nod she walked over to the phone and prayed to whatever diety happened to be listening--human, Digimon, or otherwise--would be powerful enough to let the call go through.
As she dialed a new number, Rika realized her wish to not involve the other Tamers was simply impossible at this point. She needed help, and there was only one person who could help her now.. Her icy front thawed slightly; being a bitch at this time of night wouldn't create any great reason for him to help.
Miles away, a phone rang and caused the sleeping pair-one human and one Digimon--to slowly stir from their respectful dreams and stare dumbly at the phone.
"Answer the phone Henry! It's not going to answer itself...." mumbled Terriermon as the exhausted Digimon didn't have the strength--or the desire---to move for the warm place he had been in most of the night.
Trying to reach the phone, Henry fought off both the growing need for more sleep and a numb hand as he tried to get the feeling back into his fingertips. "I'm trying..." he mumbled..."arm's asleep...".
The phone rang again, sending chills down Terriermon's spine. "Hurry up Henry! That's hurting my ears...." the Digimon grumbled, burying himself deeper into the covers.
"This coming from the Digimon who's answer to everything is 'momentai...'.." teased the young man as he felt the fingers of his left hand tingle, blood finally flowing properly to them. .
Terriermon muttered something rather profane sounding in reply, making the teen glad he didn't fully hear what his Digimon had said.
With a final flex, Henry stretched and wrapped his fingers over the phone headset and sat up, his lanky orange pajamas-clad frame now rested against the headboard.
"Hello...?" he mumbled, praying it wasn't a tele-marketer. He knew they had jobs of their own to do to earn a living, but /not/ at 3 am.
There was a pause on the line, broken only by the soft hiss of background static from the cordless phone. Henry was about to hang up when a voice broke the stillness.
"Henry...? It's Rika."
The young man looked at the phone once, then twice, to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He had never heard Rika like this.
"Rika...?" echoed Henry as even Terriermon perked up at the mention of her name. "Are you okay...?" he asked, trying to ignore the look of worry on Terriermon's face as it no doubt mirrored his own sudden unease.
"Yea, I'm..." began the voice, but then a deep sigh came out and a more honest answer came from the other end. "No, Henry, I'm not. I....don't have anywhere else to turn...and I can't do it by myself. I need your help...".
Looking at the phone a third time, the young man simply was in shock at the depth of despair in Rika's voice. He had never heard her sound so lost, and would have placed money never to hear that emotion at all from someone as strong and confident as Rika.
***This must be bad if Rika's asking something like this.....***mused Henry before giving Terriermon a look that made it clear that something was wrong but he didn't know what...yet.
"Of course Rika. Are you or Renamon in trouble??" he asked, not sure what else other than her partner being in trouble would her Rika into such a situation she...of all people...would nearly plead for help.
"I'm....fine...Henry. But Renamon. She's....I....." began the voice, but paused when a wave of worry passed through her body.
"Rika....where are you? Terriermon and I can be there...." he started to offer but was cut short by an unexpected response.
"No!..." nearly shouted Rika before she reigned in her emotions. "No, Henry. Please. You've got to get to Renamon. Stop her before she....she..."
Henry froze as Rika's voice began to actually falter and fade. Terriermon was fully awake now and listening to the conversation as his prodigious ears were a blessing in this case.
"Before she does what Rika??" prodded Henry, an icy ball of worry now lodged firmly in his gut.
Time crawled along as another pause filled the air before Rika finally revealed her fearful prediction...
"Henry, you've got to stop Renamon because I think she's going to kill Takato!!"
To Be Continued.....
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A/N part 2-- Kill Takato!? What could have made Renamon turn her back on Rika's pleas and go after Takato?? Will Rika be able to stop Renamon from doing something she'll regret forever?? Why is Rika at a Women's shelter, who is Dr. Amy Mizuno and how does she know about Renamon?? All this and more in part two.
-Hello everyone and welcome to the start of my first Tamers fanfic and one that's been pestering me for several weeks now. I took a break from 'Ashes to Ashes' and 'Of Crests and Planets' to do this, so for the delay in those other stories I am sorry.
-'Rage of the Heart' will be several small chapters as the weeks go by as it is very much a work in progress. I will be using English names and attacks as I just like them better for the most part. Also, this takes place after the end of Tamers (Digimon season 3), which hasn't shown yet on Fox so I apologize in advance for any blatant continuity errors.
-Blunt Self Promotion: Please review if you get a chance! I really could use a few in my 'inbox' :)\
-Oh, I don't own Digimon. (Duh).
-Enjoy!!
FortressMaximus
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"Rage of the Heart"
The glove-covered paw clenched tightly as Renamon looked at her partner, the fury in the fox's eyes beyond measure.
"Stay here Rika. He shall /pay/ for what he has done to you! This I swear!"
"Renamon....don't! Please! It's not what you thi.....!"
But Rika's cries went unheard as Renamons' rage overwhelmed the normal trust of her Tamers' words and the yellow Digimon phased-shifted into dimensional limbo, away from her partner and friend, leaving Rika and Doctor Mizuno alone in the small clinic.
Turning, Rika looked at the young woman who had remained silent to this point, watching the heated exchange in quiet contemplation. Balling her fists, Rika tried to fight back the tears that threaten to flow down her cheeks, but anyone could tell it was a loosing battle.
"We've got to stop her! In her mood...as angry as she is....". Rika stammered as she tried to elaborate more, but the pounding of her heart made such things impossible.
It was then one hand, then another, gently came to rest on Rika's shoulders. Then a powerful and supportive hug surrounded her. Unable to hold back any longer, the tears escaped Rika's eyes and she started to sob into the long, white folds of Amy's lab coat. It was only after several minutes did the elder woman pull away and fix her young patient with a reassuring gaze.
"Rika, I will help in any way possible. Renamon has become a close friend as well over these past few months and I won't let her do anything she will regret the rest of her life if I can help it. But I need you to help me calmly and rationally. Do you understand...?" Amy's voice kept a soft, slow tone as Rika started to regain control and focus on what needed to be done.
With a nod the Tamer felt a small smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "I understand..." came the soft reply as she brushed the few remaining tears on her cheek aside.
Amy nodded and stood up. "Okay. First things first--do you know where she's going?"
With a glance out the door towards the direction of home, Rika nodded.
"Can we get there first?"
There was a long pause, as if Rika had not fully heard the question. Finally she shook her head, looking back at her physician..."No. Renamon's too fast when she uses her dimensional shifting powers. She's halfway there by now."
Amy heard the fear and sadness start to grow in Rika's voice, but there was no time to deal with that now. She /had/ to keep Rika focused.
"Can your....Digi...whatever..." she asked, struggling with the terminology as she pointed to Rika's D-Arc, laying on top of her jeans and T-shirt on the chair outside the changing room.
"No good..." Rika interrupted, guessing what was being asked next. "She's too far way and all I have with me is attack cards. That's the /last/ thing we need..." she sourly commented.
Amy nodded, then startled as Rika practically leapt towards the desk and grabbed the phone, ignoring the chilly draft the gown created. "Let's see Renamon outrun the phone company!"
Rika punched in the number, then frowned. She tried the number again, only to slam it down seconds later. A hissed 'DAMM!' was the response to Amy's inquisitive look.
" 'All circuits are busy' " she angrily spat, mocking the monotone computer voice that had ended her call. It was then Rika's head jerked over towards her temporarily discarded clothing and with a flash of insight, ran over and rifled through the pockets until she brought out her text-pager.
Quickly the fingers flew over the small keyboard as Rika tried to warn him of the approaching Digimon, but after a few more seconds she paused. Looking at the small LCD screen her hand clamped around the plastic housing in pure anger.
Amy ran her fingers through her short blue hair as she watched Rika struggle for control of her emotions. She was about to tell her this area was a 'dead zone'-cellular phones and pagers didn't work here- but upon hearing the 'crack' of the housing and subsequent impact of the pager against the far wall, Amy knew that such information was now a moot point.
"No service found?!" she practically snarled as the Tamer glared at the remains of her pager as if her gaze would melt the offending device into an un-offending puddle of goo.
Once again a reassuring hand clasp down upon Rika's shoulders as the doctor shook her head. 'I understand how you feel Rika, but that anger won't do /either/ of you any good..." the doctor gently reminded her while stressing the point why she came here in the first place. .
Struck to the core, Rika nodded and gradually tried to reform her old facade of icy distance. While she hadn't had a need to revert back to the cold and emotionally distant young woman Renamon had first come to know, it was a well practiced mannerism and within a few moments Rika's emotions were mostly back under her tight control.
"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for...".
"But did it make you feel better?"
Rika shrugged. "A little." she answered, her voice so unlike any Amy had heard from one so young in all the years she ran the Juuban Woman's' Shelter.
"Is there anyone else we can call Rika?" she asked, hoping the young woman could think of another option that wasn't visible to the elder healer.
Looking away, Rika glared up at the stars in the night sky and fixed her gaze upon what she thought was Mercury, the brightest star in the heavens this time of year. For long moments she took in the starlight, as if trying to see an answer in the glow of that distant planet.
"Rika...?" came the soft query as Amy tried to remind her that time was running out.
The 14 year-old turned, her tear-streaked cheeks pale in the moonlight. With a soft nod she walked over to the phone and prayed to whatever diety happened to be listening--human, Digimon, or otherwise--would be powerful enough to let the call go through.
As she dialed a new number, Rika realized her wish to not involve the other Tamers was simply impossible at this point. She needed help, and there was only one person who could help her now.. Her icy front thawed slightly; being a bitch at this time of night wouldn't create any great reason for him to help.
Miles away, a phone rang and caused the sleeping pair-one human and one Digimon--to slowly stir from their respectful dreams and stare dumbly at the phone.
"Answer the phone Henry! It's not going to answer itself...." mumbled Terriermon as the exhausted Digimon didn't have the strength--or the desire---to move for the warm place he had been in most of the night.
Trying to reach the phone, Henry fought off both the growing need for more sleep and a numb hand as he tried to get the feeling back into his fingertips. "I'm trying..." he mumbled..."arm's asleep...".
The phone rang again, sending chills down Terriermon's spine. "Hurry up Henry! That's hurting my ears...." the Digimon grumbled, burying himself deeper into the covers.
"This coming from the Digimon who's answer to everything is 'momentai...'.." teased the young man as he felt the fingers of his left hand tingle, blood finally flowing properly to them. .
Terriermon muttered something rather profane sounding in reply, making the teen glad he didn't fully hear what his Digimon had said.
With a final flex, Henry stretched and wrapped his fingers over the phone headset and sat up, his lanky orange pajamas-clad frame now rested against the headboard.
"Hello...?" he mumbled, praying it wasn't a tele-marketer. He knew they had jobs of their own to do to earn a living, but /not/ at 3 am.
There was a pause on the line, broken only by the soft hiss of background static from the cordless phone. Henry was about to hang up when a voice broke the stillness.
"Henry...? It's Rika."
The young man looked at the phone once, then twice, to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He had never heard Rika like this.
"Rika...?" echoed Henry as even Terriermon perked up at the mention of her name. "Are you okay...?" he asked, trying to ignore the look of worry on Terriermon's face as it no doubt mirrored his own sudden unease.
"Yea, I'm..." began the voice, but then a deep sigh came out and a more honest answer came from the other end. "No, Henry, I'm not. I....don't have anywhere else to turn...and I can't do it by myself. I need your help...".
Looking at the phone a third time, the young man simply was in shock at the depth of despair in Rika's voice. He had never heard her sound so lost, and would have placed money never to hear that emotion at all from someone as strong and confident as Rika.
***This must be bad if Rika's asking something like this.....***mused Henry before giving Terriermon a look that made it clear that something was wrong but he didn't know what...yet.
"Of course Rika. Are you or Renamon in trouble??" he asked, not sure what else other than her partner being in trouble would her Rika into such a situation she...of all people...would nearly plead for help.
"I'm....fine...Henry. But Renamon. She's....I....." began the voice, but paused when a wave of worry passed through her body.
"Rika....where are you? Terriermon and I can be there...." he started to offer but was cut short by an unexpected response.
"No!..." nearly shouted Rika before she reigned in her emotions. "No, Henry. Please. You've got to get to Renamon. Stop her before she....she..."
Henry froze as Rika's voice began to actually falter and fade. Terriermon was fully awake now and listening to the conversation as his prodigious ears were a blessing in this case.
"Before she does what Rika??" prodded Henry, an icy ball of worry now lodged firmly in his gut.
Time crawled along as another pause filled the air before Rika finally revealed her fearful prediction...
"Henry, you've got to stop Renamon because I think she's going to kill Takato!!"
To Be Continued.....
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A/N part 2-- Kill Takato!? What could have made Renamon turn her back on Rika's pleas and go after Takato?? Will Rika be able to stop Renamon from doing something she'll regret forever?? Why is Rika at a Women's shelter, who is Dr. Amy Mizuno and how does she know about Renamon?? All this and more in part two.