It was a morning like any other and Reanamon was on the roof of the Nonaka estate
while watching the city of Tokyo begin to awake from a night of peaceful slumber. The
beautiful kitsune wondered to herself just how many nights like these are left in this ever-
changing world of ours. She stands up as the suns rays fall upon her golden fur; she
vanishes into the fading shadows. Renamon stood atop a tall tree branch surveying the
students walking to school when the tree branch she had perched on snapped without
warning and both her and the branch plummeted towards the ground but her fall was
broken by something soft yet sturdy, it was a young man with a backpack, uncertain if
she had harmed him Renamon rolled him over to make sure he wasn't dead. By his
appearance she gathered that he must at least be eighteen and that he must have been in a
hurry not to see a falling tree limb over head let alone a figure of a person also falling, his
eyes began to open and he was murmuring something about being late. A thought struck
Renamon,this human's going to see her and how would she explain that to Rike the
young man was starting to sit up while rubbing his head in pain and so Renamon took her
leave. The young man opened his eyes in hope of finding the source responsible for the
welt on his head but no one was around aside from the tree branch by his side and the
homeless man searching the park for empty bottles to exchange at the beer store for
change, the boy stood up and could heard the familiar drone of a bell in the distance and
remembered why he had been rushing and hadn't seen the falling tree branch, he was late
for school! He ran off in the direction of a large green and white building and then
disappeared around the corner. The golden fox digimon watched him from atop a radio
tower, content with knowing she hadn't permanently injured the human she had fallen on
then left to begin her daily rounds.