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"I can't believe you did this! You're far too young to have an egg!" Those were her words. Renamon remembered them to this day. But that hadn't mattered. She was in love; young and naïve, thinking love would automatically make everything all right. It didn't. Her family had rejected her. She was only a Rookie and she had had a child. Her mate had been loyal: that was one good thing about the situation. She hadn't ended up alone. Maybe she was being egotistical, it would fit her personality, but she was convinced she could take down anything. She was the strongest Rookie type in existence, but still . . . only a Rookie. She took care of the fresh digimon herself when it hatched, it was girl. Survival when you've been rejected by your own kind isn't easy, but she had what she wanted, her mate, her child, and almost as importantly, her pride. Humans she learned later said that pride came before a fall. She wished she had heard that sooner. Not that should have listened.
Death is always unexpected. It's how the universe works. Their refuge was barren. But it was secluded. That was what counted. Her child had reached the stage of In-Training by that time. Her mate like her, convinced there was no need to reach champion. Nothing could break them. That was when he came. She never knew his name. Only that he was an Ultimate, and that he wanted their area for himself. He liked it for the same reasons they did, no else around for miles. Well, too bad for him.
Her mate came at him alone, he was as arrogant as she was, he lasted a few minutes, then the Ultimate stopped playing. He was dead in ten seconds flat. Her daughter rushed to daddy's aid, yes, In-Training against an Ultimate, it was as pointless as it sounds. Her daughter's last words were her screaming for her mother's help as her crushed her in his claws. She was too shocked to do anything. "Run." He whispered. For once in her entire life, she was afraid. She ran like the wind, a steak against the landscape, it took several days to realize that he wasn't following her . . . it was all a game to him. Broken, defeated, she kept on going, she had nowhere to go but away.
She wandered the Digital World without aim or purpose, she didn't know for how long. Then she heard it, or rather felt it, it was so much like that call for help that her daughter had made to her in those last moments of life. "Just one powerful Digimon." Came the girl's voice.
She found a new kit, a new daughter. Of course, this one was a human. Of course, she was cold, hard, indifferent to other's pain, like she herself had become. They were divided by the Tamer & Digimon relationship. But Renamon was certain she could break down that barrier on her surrogate daughter. The Digimon of one the child's allies', Terriermon, had made the comment that she seemed to want to get too close to Rika, that her interest in her was that of one in the bed. He had asked if she loved Rika, she had instantly replied yes, and of course that stupid idiot completely missed what she meant. A Digimon of the same gender with a romantic interest in a human not even fifthteen? Was a Digimon suffering from a dead and downloaded offspring, seeking to fill that void with a human child really that much stranger? She wouldn't let this one go. She wouldn't let this one die in some twist of fate unforeseen. Rika never understands why she was so protective, after all, she didn't need anyone.
At night sometimes, she felt a soft hand on her, and a child's lullaby filling the air, she automatic assumes it's her mother, she never looks, her pride won't let her look her in the eye. She never guesses that it might be her mother, but not the one she is thinking of.
~Fin
Flames, comments, suggestions, reactions, and the occasional constructive criticism all welcome.
"I can't believe you did this! You're far too young to have an egg!" Those were her words. Renamon remembered them to this day. But that hadn't mattered. She was in love; young and naïve, thinking love would automatically make everything all right. It didn't. Her family had rejected her. She was only a Rookie and she had had a child. Her mate had been loyal: that was one good thing about the situation. She hadn't ended up alone. Maybe she was being egotistical, it would fit her personality, but she was convinced she could take down anything. She was the strongest Rookie type in existence, but still . . . only a Rookie. She took care of the fresh digimon herself when it hatched, it was girl. Survival when you've been rejected by your own kind isn't easy, but she had what she wanted, her mate, her child, and almost as importantly, her pride. Humans she learned later said that pride came before a fall. She wished she had heard that sooner. Not that should have listened.
Death is always unexpected. It's how the universe works. Their refuge was barren. But it was secluded. That was what counted. Her child had reached the stage of In-Training by that time. Her mate like her, convinced there was no need to reach champion. Nothing could break them. That was when he came. She never knew his name. Only that he was an Ultimate, and that he wanted their area for himself. He liked it for the same reasons they did, no else around for miles. Well, too bad for him.
Her mate came at him alone, he was as arrogant as she was, he lasted a few minutes, then the Ultimate stopped playing. He was dead in ten seconds flat. Her daughter rushed to daddy's aid, yes, In-Training against an Ultimate, it was as pointless as it sounds. Her daughter's last words were her screaming for her mother's help as her crushed her in his claws. She was too shocked to do anything. "Run." He whispered. For once in her entire life, she was afraid. She ran like the wind, a steak against the landscape, it took several days to realize that he wasn't following her . . . it was all a game to him. Broken, defeated, she kept on going, she had nowhere to go but away.
She wandered the Digital World without aim or purpose, she didn't know for how long. Then she heard it, or rather felt it, it was so much like that call for help that her daughter had made to her in those last moments of life. "Just one powerful Digimon." Came the girl's voice.
She found a new kit, a new daughter. Of course, this one was a human. Of course, she was cold, hard, indifferent to other's pain, like she herself had become. They were divided by the Tamer & Digimon relationship. But Renamon was certain she could break down that barrier on her surrogate daughter. The Digimon of one the child's allies', Terriermon, had made the comment that she seemed to want to get too close to Rika, that her interest in her was that of one in the bed. He had asked if she loved Rika, she had instantly replied yes, and of course that stupid idiot completely missed what she meant. A Digimon of the same gender with a romantic interest in a human not even fifthteen? Was a Digimon suffering from a dead and downloaded offspring, seeking to fill that void with a human child really that much stranger? She wouldn't let this one go. She wouldn't let this one die in some twist of fate unforeseen. Rika never understands why she was so protective, after all, she didn't need anyone.
At night sometimes, she felt a soft hand on her, and a child's lullaby filling the air, she automatic assumes it's her mother, she never looks, her pride won't let her look her in the eye. She never guesses that it might be her mother, but not the one she is thinking of.
~Fin
Flames, comments, suggestions, reactions, and the occasional constructive criticism all welcome.