The fox that cried vampire-chapter 1
A re-write by outlaw torn
This is a re-write of Chibi Renamon's "the fox who cried vampire" the idea and basic plotline is his, everything else though has been Re-done by me.
Authors note; this contains vampirism, crossbreeding, and violence. Plus I use all Japanese names and attacks.
Twilight wonderland
The day had been long. Renamon had completed her training for the day. The exercise was starting to wear on her, Ruki made her workout for most of the day and into the night. But of course Ruki got tired, so Renamon could usually quit at sunset. There hadn't been any appearing digimon for weeks, Renamon wondered if they had stopped coming to the real world out of fear, fear for her and Ruki. The Digimon tamers, didn't like to fight, Ruki couldn't stand the sight of them for that, Ruki thought that her only purpose, along with Renamon, was to fight to get stronger, to evolve Renamon into an adult stage digimon seemed to be her goal. The girl seemed to be driven by some kind of zeal, like she was possessed, but by what Renamon didn't want to think about.
Renamon stood inside of Ruki's room, half in thought, and half in tired stupor.
"Day dreaming again?" Ruki announces, snapping her fingers in front of Renamons face like an impatient actor.
"Huh? Forgive me Ruki-san!" Renamon used the "superior" honorific when speaking with Ruki, it was Ruki's status as a digimon tamer, and to Renamon she was "superior".
Ruki was getting ready for bed; it was time for Renamon to go. Her teenage body fit into the thin nightdress lusciously. And she was motioning her hand in a "shooing" manner towards Renamon. Renamon realized for the first time that she really didn't want Renamon, except as a weapon.
As Renamon was turning to leave, an idea struck her.
"Ruki-san… what shall we do tomorrow? I could take you around town…"
"What? Go out on the town? You don't understand, I've put to much time and effort into you, I'm not going to let you go soft now," Ruki said curtly.
Renamon was frustrated. "What will we do then? There hasn't been a Digimon to fight in weeks."
Ruki stood up from her futon; Renamon saw her angry expression and kicked herself mentally.
"Why don't you go slink off to your tree? Its not like anyone would take care of you but me anyway…" Ruki said smugly, turning towards her bed.
Renamon was now pissed. For the first time she actually felt anger towards Ruki, to wards her tamer, she at first thought it was because she was to tired to think straight, but it had dawned on her that Ruki was genuinely being hurtful, and intentionally at that.
"Yes, I thought that too… once" Renamon said.
Ruki spun around. "What? Take your fox ass and leave NOW!"
Renamon opened the door and stepped out on impulse, her mind not processing what had just happened.
Before she was able to close the door---"whack!"--- She felt something hit the back of her head, something sharp and hard.
Renamon was knocked off her feet, she stumbled off the front of the porch to Ruki's room, she fell foreword, her stomach hit the ground first, she gasped for air, the wind had been knocked out of her.
A small object that had hit her clattered off the porch and rolled along the ground beside Renamon.
"Bitch hit me with the digivice"
Ruki's room door closes, taking the light of the room with it. Renamon picked herself up; the world was blurry, fuzzy, Renamon felt slightly dizzy. She picked the plastic object, and clipped it to the sleeve of her right arm bracer. She stumbled away from the Makino household in a very un- fox like way, a small spot of red on the back of her head. She wasn't thinking about where she was going, she was running still on impulse, the first tendril of sadness creeping into her mind from the nights course of events.
The streets were dreary. It had rained that day; just enough to give the concrete that "glossy" look in the streetlamps light. Not many people were out. As Renamon stumbled along, she realizes why she's stumbling, her left leg isn't working right, and her ankle seemed to lock up after her fall from the porch. She's not able to move very well in her state, the dizziness has given way to a pounding headache, and she still has to figure out where she's going to go. Most of the light from the store windows had gone out, it was late. "How long have I been walking around?" Renamon wonders. She stopped to rest in the park, not the safest of places at night. She rubbed her throbbing ankle with her three fingered hands, it had begun to swell, and the skin around it had turned purple. "Perfect… I wonder if the blue haired boy has room in his bed for me?" Renamon smiled at the thought of that. "Wonder what Ruki-san would think then?" she swished her tail to the left side of the bench and sat back. The bench was cold and hard, but Renamon could think of worse things.
She laid back onto the bench for what seemed like hours, the cold seeped into her ankle and quieted the pain there. She still had the headache though; it hurt like a bitch, like the bitch that had given it to her. Even though she was still angry she could still see herself going back, it was the only thing she knew besides the Digital world, and how was she supposed to get back there? She was stuck here, pure and simple. But going back to Ruki didn't look so appealing at the moment. "Maybe if I stay away for awhile she'll start to miss me…but then maybe not."
She gripped the sides of the bench, and pulled herself up. She stepped first with her good leg, and then lightly with the bad one---"ahhh!"--- She cried out, it still hurt. Fumbling to get back on her good leg, she noticed the digivice still clipped to her arm bracer. She un-hooked it from its perch on her arm, turning it over in her hands. The little object had solid weight, like a good size T.V. remote, the screen was dark, and it looked like it had been turned off. Renamon held it with her second and third finger while she used her first digit as a thumb to tap the buttons. She pressed the arrow buttons, left and right, nothing. "Maybe the batteries came out when Ruki put it off my dome" Renamon thought sarcastically. "Oh well no use holding onto it" tossing it into the air, it disappearing into the bushes.
Renamon turned and started to limp away, she still had nowhere to go. It had started to get colder, and drizzle with rain. "A throbbing headache, a twisted ankle, no home, yay…" Renamon thought, limping over wet concrete.
"What are you doing out in the rain?" a male voice said.
Renamon spun as best she could on her good ankle---and saw him. He was tall, just taller than Renamon, maybe five-foot twelve, maybe six feet tall. He was wearing a black leather jacket, with jean pants and dark colored sneakers. His hair was black, like every other humans in Japan, short too, nothing wrong here.
He had his hands in the pockets of his coat, standing perfectly still. And yet he was talking casually to a five-foot tall talking fox that was wearing purple wrist guards with yin-and-yang symbols on them. Nope, nothing wrong here.
Renamon eyed him for a moment, to make sure he was real or not. He stood there blinking.
"Can you hear me? What are you doing out in the rain?" he said.
Renamon was tired, so she decided to answer him.
"I've got no place to go, and if your out at this hour, you don't either" Renamon said.
"Well I wouldn't say that…" he said stepping closer.
Renamon watched him, he moved almost like a cat, with sure, smooth steps. Renamon truthfully didn't care what this man wanted. He was probably a lunatic anyway.
"Do you need help?" he said, looking her in the eyes.
"I don't know…do I?" Renamon replied.
"I think you do, didn't you drop this?" he said, holding up Ruki's digivice.
Renamon was unnerved at the sight of it, it had come back to haunt her.
"That thing doesn't work anymore," Renamon said.
"Oh I don't think so…it's probably just your view of things," he said.
He took a step closer, eyeing Renamons leg and ankle. "You're hurt, don't you want to get out of this rain?"
"Maybe I do" Renamon said.
He stepped closer, now in arms reach.
"Do you want to go?" he said, leaning in to face Renamon.
"OK" Renamon said softly.
He crouched down, his arms finding Renamons back; he pulled up, lifting her off the ground. "He actually has me in his arms" Renamon thought. He smiled down at her; Renamon could see perfect, white teeth. Then he started to walk, carrying her. Renamon then realized that she like to be carried, to be supported. Renamon rested her head up against him, his jacket warm like a second skin despite the cold rain. Renamon watched the street lamps and trees go by, her eyes getting tired. She decided to close them. Feeling carried away. Renamon slept.
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net
A re-write by outlaw torn
This is a re-write of Chibi Renamon's "the fox who cried vampire" the idea and basic plotline is his, everything else though has been Re-done by me.
Authors note; this contains vampirism, crossbreeding, and violence. Plus I use all Japanese names and attacks.
Twilight wonderland
The day had been long. Renamon had completed her training for the day. The exercise was starting to wear on her, Ruki made her workout for most of the day and into the night. But of course Ruki got tired, so Renamon could usually quit at sunset. There hadn't been any appearing digimon for weeks, Renamon wondered if they had stopped coming to the real world out of fear, fear for her and Ruki. The Digimon tamers, didn't like to fight, Ruki couldn't stand the sight of them for that, Ruki thought that her only purpose, along with Renamon, was to fight to get stronger, to evolve Renamon into an adult stage digimon seemed to be her goal. The girl seemed to be driven by some kind of zeal, like she was possessed, but by what Renamon didn't want to think about.
Renamon stood inside of Ruki's room, half in thought, and half in tired stupor.
"Day dreaming again?" Ruki announces, snapping her fingers in front of Renamons face like an impatient actor.
"Huh? Forgive me Ruki-san!" Renamon used the "superior" honorific when speaking with Ruki, it was Ruki's status as a digimon tamer, and to Renamon she was "superior".
Ruki was getting ready for bed; it was time for Renamon to go. Her teenage body fit into the thin nightdress lusciously. And she was motioning her hand in a "shooing" manner towards Renamon. Renamon realized for the first time that she really didn't want Renamon, except as a weapon.
As Renamon was turning to leave, an idea struck her.
"Ruki-san… what shall we do tomorrow? I could take you around town…"
"What? Go out on the town? You don't understand, I've put to much time and effort into you, I'm not going to let you go soft now," Ruki said curtly.
Renamon was frustrated. "What will we do then? There hasn't been a Digimon to fight in weeks."
Ruki stood up from her futon; Renamon saw her angry expression and kicked herself mentally.
"Why don't you go slink off to your tree? Its not like anyone would take care of you but me anyway…" Ruki said smugly, turning towards her bed.
Renamon was now pissed. For the first time she actually felt anger towards Ruki, to wards her tamer, she at first thought it was because she was to tired to think straight, but it had dawned on her that Ruki was genuinely being hurtful, and intentionally at that.
"Yes, I thought that too… once" Renamon said.
Ruki spun around. "What? Take your fox ass and leave NOW!"
Renamon opened the door and stepped out on impulse, her mind not processing what had just happened.
Before she was able to close the door---"whack!"--- She felt something hit the back of her head, something sharp and hard.
Renamon was knocked off her feet, she stumbled off the front of the porch to Ruki's room, she fell foreword, her stomach hit the ground first, she gasped for air, the wind had been knocked out of her.
A small object that had hit her clattered off the porch and rolled along the ground beside Renamon.
"Bitch hit me with the digivice"
Ruki's room door closes, taking the light of the room with it. Renamon picked herself up; the world was blurry, fuzzy, Renamon felt slightly dizzy. She picked the plastic object, and clipped it to the sleeve of her right arm bracer. She stumbled away from the Makino household in a very un- fox like way, a small spot of red on the back of her head. She wasn't thinking about where she was going, she was running still on impulse, the first tendril of sadness creeping into her mind from the nights course of events.
The streets were dreary. It had rained that day; just enough to give the concrete that "glossy" look in the streetlamps light. Not many people were out. As Renamon stumbled along, she realizes why she's stumbling, her left leg isn't working right, and her ankle seemed to lock up after her fall from the porch. She's not able to move very well in her state, the dizziness has given way to a pounding headache, and she still has to figure out where she's going to go. Most of the light from the store windows had gone out, it was late. "How long have I been walking around?" Renamon wonders. She stopped to rest in the park, not the safest of places at night. She rubbed her throbbing ankle with her three fingered hands, it had begun to swell, and the skin around it had turned purple. "Perfect… I wonder if the blue haired boy has room in his bed for me?" Renamon smiled at the thought of that. "Wonder what Ruki-san would think then?" she swished her tail to the left side of the bench and sat back. The bench was cold and hard, but Renamon could think of worse things.
She laid back onto the bench for what seemed like hours, the cold seeped into her ankle and quieted the pain there. She still had the headache though; it hurt like a bitch, like the bitch that had given it to her. Even though she was still angry she could still see herself going back, it was the only thing she knew besides the Digital world, and how was she supposed to get back there? She was stuck here, pure and simple. But going back to Ruki didn't look so appealing at the moment. "Maybe if I stay away for awhile she'll start to miss me…but then maybe not."
She gripped the sides of the bench, and pulled herself up. She stepped first with her good leg, and then lightly with the bad one---"ahhh!"--- She cried out, it still hurt. Fumbling to get back on her good leg, she noticed the digivice still clipped to her arm bracer. She un-hooked it from its perch on her arm, turning it over in her hands. The little object had solid weight, like a good size T.V. remote, the screen was dark, and it looked like it had been turned off. Renamon held it with her second and third finger while she used her first digit as a thumb to tap the buttons. She pressed the arrow buttons, left and right, nothing. "Maybe the batteries came out when Ruki put it off my dome" Renamon thought sarcastically. "Oh well no use holding onto it" tossing it into the air, it disappearing into the bushes.
Renamon turned and started to limp away, she still had nowhere to go. It had started to get colder, and drizzle with rain. "A throbbing headache, a twisted ankle, no home, yay…" Renamon thought, limping over wet concrete.
"What are you doing out in the rain?" a male voice said.
Renamon spun as best she could on her good ankle---and saw him. He was tall, just taller than Renamon, maybe five-foot twelve, maybe six feet tall. He was wearing a black leather jacket, with jean pants and dark colored sneakers. His hair was black, like every other humans in Japan, short too, nothing wrong here.
He had his hands in the pockets of his coat, standing perfectly still. And yet he was talking casually to a five-foot tall talking fox that was wearing purple wrist guards with yin-and-yang symbols on them. Nope, nothing wrong here.
Renamon eyed him for a moment, to make sure he was real or not. He stood there blinking.
"Can you hear me? What are you doing out in the rain?" he said.
Renamon was tired, so she decided to answer him.
"I've got no place to go, and if your out at this hour, you don't either" Renamon said.
"Well I wouldn't say that…" he said stepping closer.
Renamon watched him, he moved almost like a cat, with sure, smooth steps. Renamon truthfully didn't care what this man wanted. He was probably a lunatic anyway.
"Do you need help?" he said, looking her in the eyes.
"I don't know…do I?" Renamon replied.
"I think you do, didn't you drop this?" he said, holding up Ruki's digivice.
Renamon was unnerved at the sight of it, it had come back to haunt her.
"That thing doesn't work anymore," Renamon said.
"Oh I don't think so…it's probably just your view of things," he said.
He took a step closer, eyeing Renamons leg and ankle. "You're hurt, don't you want to get out of this rain?"
"Maybe I do" Renamon said.
He stepped closer, now in arms reach.
"Do you want to go?" he said, leaning in to face Renamon.
"OK" Renamon said softly.
He crouched down, his arms finding Renamons back; he pulled up, lifting her off the ground. "He actually has me in his arms" Renamon thought. He smiled down at her; Renamon could see perfect, white teeth. Then he started to walk, carrying her. Renamon then realized that she like to be carried, to be supported. Renamon rested her head up against him, his jacket warm like a second skin despite the cold rain. Renamon watched the street lamps and trees go by, her eyes getting tired. She decided to close them. Feeling carried away. Renamon slept.
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net