This story is made from a friend of mine known under ForeverScarred. He has deleted his version and wanted me to post them on my channel, for reasons that I can only guess. I don't mind, seeing as he is always asking for ideas and such. Anyhow, this is a story that takes place in our normal world, but the cast is not of this earth. They are from a world where Digimon are a reality. They are no digital monsters, but living beings. Follow through his story if you wish, just know that it isn't written by me, RedRonin and I have his permission to upload. As for a disclaimer, we do not own anything Digimon, just O.C. Enjoy ForeverScarred's story, and have a good one.
You Saved Me, Damian.
Chapter 1: Normality
This friday has been a day just like the rest, and for me that isn't a good thing at all. A constant dark cloud of gloom shrouds over me everyday ever since my parents died. I didn't get put up for adoption because I simply refused it. I'm old enough to live on my own so I did. The government was nice enough to give me money upon their death to help me with getting a house and getting started with life in general. Too bad none of this helps me cope with the fact that I lost my fucking parents. All because one asshole couldn't learn that when you were drinking you shouldn't drive! There are some other family members out there who have contacted me but they all have their own lives to attend to. I am not worth their time.
I can't cope… I just can't. I'm always angry, sad, and depressed. Especially late at night. I have to go to school with some mask on to hide the fact that I'm dying inside. Because of that, everyday at school has been just me hiding away my true emotions and just being a fake person all the while avoiding almost all forms of contact. Oh, my name is Damian by the way. I never found many problems with the name other than a few people saying that I don't look like a Damian. Having skin that is pretty white with assorted freckles and icy blue eyes doesn't really scream Damian to me either. Although when you stagger at the height of six feet, two and a half inches it might fit just a bit. Don't ever forget that half either. But it's whatever. I have to get a job soon, I can't just keep relying on the government giving me money. They always find a way to screw you over. The only money i'm okay with getting is the money from the asshole that killed my parents. He survived and is pretty much paying a 'child support' to me and I have no problem with that at all. Should have been more responsible… acted like an actual adult. Thanks to him I have to wake up in a goddamn panic attack with tears streaming down my face. He is the reason I have nightmares. He is the reason I have no parents. He… he is the reason I am alone.
I know that I'm still young so it shouldn't be the end of the world for me, but that's just how it feels. I push everyone away because I generally don't want their time of day, and when I actually find someone that I want to be around, that I actually care for… they just insult me. Push me away like I do to others. Some even make jokes that they didn't even die, that it's all just a coverup so that they don't have to deal with me… and you know what? I wouldn't even blame them.
I had hopped off the bus a while ago and have been walking home. Once I reached my front porch I typed in the code on the little number pad and the door unlocked for me. Opening it and walking in I slammed it behind me and heard the lock re-engage. I chucked my bookbag into the main room and just stomped up the steps into my room just to jump on my bed, face first into the blankets letting out a loud groan. The house and even my room were actually rather clean for me being so young and lazy. I don't really do my school work so it gives me lots of time to clean, cook, play video games and watch stuff. I have it pretty good, but that doesn't make my depression go away. That doesn't make anyone at the school actually care for me. It's just a pity party. There are some dudes and dudettes who love to be a nerd with me but that's it. We all aren't real friends. Oh well… It also doesn't help me that I lost my will to fight anymore so I have been beaten to the ground numerous times by people I just simply looked at the wrong way. I shouldn't hold grudges against them though… after school no one cares about each other anymore anyway. So I guess it's okay that I have girl troubles, because it won't matter later on. I'll just be alone, end up dying alone. No one really knowing I was alive or that I died. I don't know. I'm fucking negative.
I groaned rather loudly again. "I hate schoooooooool!" is what I shouted into the sheets. That's something I love to do, shout. I was conflicted on whether I should play some games or if I should watch something. Most of the time I just went out in the forest behind my house to escape from the real world but it hasn't been working. Nothing has. My many escapes include reading comic books, reading assorted fictions created by people who aren't exactly authors, watching movies of all kinds and add TV shows to that, and even investing my time in many kinds of fiction related things when it comes to shows. Many shows come on and in order to get my mind out of the gutter I feel the need to learn about that universe. Things like marvel and DC go a long way with their many multiverses but there has been one that caught my eye as of recent and I have no clue why. Something called Digimon. It isn't something I have really heard of before. In general it focuses on these creatures, which are monsters living in a "Digital World", or a parallel universe that originated from Earth's various communication networks. These Digimon are raised by humans and they team up to defeat evil Digimon and human villains who are trying to destroy the Digital world. Some of it is is pretty cliché but it's still interesting nonetheless. Anything to do with alternate realities and dimensions is an automatic attention grabber for me so of course this would catch my eye. A world where all digital monsters live? Completely devoid of any humans? Count me in. I wonder if any alternate dimension versions of myself are doing well. Wonder if they still have parents… or friends. Maybe even a girlfriend or wife I don't know! I just like the whole concept of them.
I sat up on my bed and looked out the window, for some reason I felt the need to go in the forest again today. Very little positive thoughts are going through my mind. There are so much negative thoughts that pass through my mind that I ought to be in an asylum. One of these days i'm afraid I'll lose control of myself… and I'll try to end it all.
"Why am I like this? What's wrong with me? Why can't all of this just fade away… Why can't I just be a normal person for fucks sake?" he sighed as he got up from bed and walked back down the steps, unlatching the automated lock and closing the door behind him. He could hear the machine re-engage the lock behind him as he went around the back of the house to head towards the woods. He was still wearing his rather nice button up shirt and dress shorts for school but he didn't care. Right now, his mind wasn't in the right place. Inside he is screaming to change his mindset to something else. They aren't even faint whispers either. They are simply falling upon deaf ears at the moment.
Nature's litter had made quite a lot if loud noises as Damian trudged through the woods. The sun was beginning to fall as it marked six o'clock. He hated that it was always so late when he got home. It also doesn't help that he can't sleep worth of shit. He always feels down and has to go outside or if he does fall asleep he just ends up getting a nightmare. It's not fun at all. Eventually he found the same tree that he visits all the time, marked by a symbol he made with a knife. He took a moment to look out before climbing up it using planks that he had nailed into the tree. They weren't big as to not damage the tree too much and he got by just fine with the tiny planks. He found a familiar branch at the top that was big enough to hold two people, the tree itself was so big that it must have been there for decade. The branch itself was really high off the ground. Falling off could be fatal. He sat on that very branch with his back leaned up on the base, and peered out into the horizon with a sigh.
Birds and butterflies had passed by his view plenty of times as he looked out. He even saw some deer and rabbits frolic about on the forest floor. He loved nature and everything about it. This escape was his most favorite, besides multiverses, anything DC, marvel, and TV show related. His mind began to wonder yet again as he stared out into the world.
"For some reason I feel as if I don't belong here. I feel as if I am far from normal in this plane of existence and that everything is out to get me because they can. With all the universes in the world why was I stuck with this one? Well… I probably got it better than most… I should be acting better than this, but it's just hard to do just that. I want my parents back. I want someone who will love me as much as I love them. I want someone who actually cares for me. But thanks to the way I am, it just won't happen. Great…" he hid his face into his palm.
"If this is some kind of stage that I grow out of, why has it been with me for so long. It's been too long without parents to even be sane… what kind a person lives alone with no parents or family members for three years? THREE fuckin' years. And I ain't talking about people who move away from parents oh no, I mean the people who actually have no choice and haven't even fully matured yet. God… Others are just stronger than me. There are probably some out there who have gone without parents for longer. I'm just… not strong enough." he continued to ramble to himself out loud, looking back up and focusing on the sun slowly falling down the sky. It's getting closer to the horizon every minute that passes by.
"For once in my life… can I just have some normality in it? I want to be normal… not seen as some weird freak and nerd at school who is always a dick because of all the shit that happened to him. They will just say to get over myself everytime and it just isn't simple like that… were it so easy. Send me somewhere else, take me away from here or find someone out there who can take me away from all of this." He closed his eyes and leaned back even more into the tree trying his hardest not to cry, trying not to sob. No matter how hard he tried his eyes still began to water.
Somewhere, in another universe,
"This has to be it… there is no other way to go about this. I have to find him. It's all my fault that he is gone, and I can't stand not having him around… it's been too long. I have to find him and return him so he can be with us again. Forgive me friends, but I have to do this." a feminine voice had wavered into the area, and this area was absolutely stunning. Vibrant colors were streaming through with the light reflecting just right off the waters. The person or creature owning the voice has now come into view. A tall golden fox, fur sticking out from her shoulders and fur on her chest. Her only form of clothing are the purple sleeves she wears, which has a yin-yang symbol on each. Swirling symbols can also be seen on her knees and vibrant blue eyes. She also has long, white, three-toed legs and a long, white-tipped tail. She is a powerful rookie class digimon known as Renamon. She appeared to be talking into a device she was holding.
"It's okay Rena, we understand. No matter what you choose we'll be happy for you. I know you'll be safe. Just make sure that you find him. If you can, come back. We will all be waiting. Please, for the sake of us all, be safe. I know how much you care for him." a voice responded back followed by many more with agreements to his statement. Renamon smiled and gave a final look at her home world before turning back to a doorway that has been cut into a mountain. Weird energy levels have been coming off of the door so no one ever went near it.
"Thank you. For everything. I won't forget you friends. When the opportunity arises I shall return with him safely. If I do not, just know that I cherish all the good times we had together. Farewell." the voices responded back in unison, some crying and some cheery for her.
"Goodbye Renamon!" was the last thing she heard before the device seemed to digitize into nothingness. She no longer hesitated to walk straight to the door, open it, and after taking a deep breath, walked into the doorway. At first all she could see was nothing. Just nothing, yet she could still feel herself, her furry arms and razor sharp claws.
"Where am I? What's going on?" she asked out loud with dread in her voice. It was beginning to worry her that she may have ended up making a mistake. She began to notice little lights forming in the darkness. The more she focused the more she began to realize about what was going on. The lights were stars, and she was moving throughout this space without moving herself. She closed her eyes as her heart began to pound faster and faster from this shocking and nearly terrifying experience. For some reason her body began to slow down and also didn't feel weightless anymore. An orange light was beginning to peer through as she slowly opened her eyes…
Earth, the one we all know and love
As Damian sat there and cried into his hand, the beautiful outside world was beginning to fade away from him. All he could think about was all the negatives in the world. How miserable he is to be living alone. No good things are crossing his mind and he is just completely sinking into the everlasting cloud of despair. Eventually he is going to stop feeling. He is going to become so numb that he will begin to crave something that makes him feel again… be that a drink too many or something else...
"I'm so pathetic…" he said in between sobs. "I don't deserve any of this… someone who actually needs to live under a roof with food and water deserves this! I don't deserve any of this. I should have died with my parents… I should have…" he finished going back into his tear filled state. With a major influx on depressing thoughts and getting mentally and even physically abused by people it has all become too much.
Somewhere in his sobbed filled state he failed to notice a strange sound of something seeming to "digitize" right on the very branch he stood on. He didn't notice until he heard what sounded like someone landing on the very branch, in which case he slowly looked up to stare right into the deep blue eyes of the vixen from the digital world. Her eyes had opened up wider upon meeting up with his own icy blue eyes. Her jaw even dropped as she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands in pure emotion. She couldn't help but release a few tears. He was still sitting there shocked and dumbfounded that a big yellow fox had now appeared in front of him, and it was on its hind legs and all. It was almost like it was human just in a furry, fox like body.
Renamon was the first to speak up after slowly moving her hands away from her mouth. "Damian?" she asked in a broken voice from the emotions going through like a train wreck. She was so surprised to see that he looked the same as the day he left, minus some clothing changes. His own eyes widened as he stood up and stared into her eyes yet again. Their heights were similar with Renamon beating him by an inch or two. Through all the shock he still found a way to use that old brain of his and speak.
"Y-you know my name? Where did you come from?" he asked not tending to his tear stained face. His crying began to swell down as his curiosity and anxiety began to kick in. Somehow, all of his sadness was beginning to fade away and was getting replaced. She slowly moved closer to him in order not to startle him and put her big furry hand on his cheek. She carefully caressed it with her sharp claw, even tracing some of the tear marks that lay on his face. He shuddered when he felt her touch on his cheek. It was soft… and more importantly, real. "You… don't remember me. My dear Damian, I am Renamon. I have been your digimon partner since the day you chose me. How have you forgotten everything?" she appeared saddened when she asked him this. It for some reason made him feel like shit.
He put a hand over her soft furry one and took a deep breath. "Look… Renamon, so much has just happened in the matter of mere seconds that if you were to say anything else, my brain just might explode. A digimon is alive and real, talking to me and it also just appeared out of nowhere. I just started reading up on digimon and here you are, a real live one which somehow knows my name and claims that I have been partners with her for so long. How is this possible? I have been here for as long as I can remember and here, digimon are nothing but digital monsters from fictional games and shows. I am just… so mesmerized that something fictional is standing before me." His eyes were still highly focused on hers. He went ahead and explained everything he knew about digimon in order to see if anything is different. He was being so attentive that he wasn't even noticing that it was getting dark out.
"It's a very long story Damian, but I can swear to you that I mean everything I say. I would never lie to you. Maybe you'll begin to remember the more I tell you. Digimon and humans have coexisted in our universe for millenium, and when you were very young, you called out to me. I responded and on that day you and I became partners. I am surprised to see that the digivice is not on your person. Everything you said about digimon is true, so I know that this universe isn't too far off from our home." Renamon continued to ramble on about their home universe as well as how digimon work. Apparently she could digivolve to kyubimon and taomon as well.
"We had a mutual respect to each other but we did not always agree when it came down to battling others. You were unlike anything most tamers had ever seen. When all of us went and battled digimon that were wreaking havoc, you acted so much more differently than any other pair of tamer and digimon. Digimon are supposed to protect their tamer so that's what we did. But you… you protected me. You protected all of us. You always got others out of the way of danger, even jumped in front of attacks to protect everyone… It was unlike anything any of us had ever seen. In our universe, whenever the situation was right and your emotions were kicking in, we all could sense massive energy swelling from you. It's almost as if you yourself, digivolve to wear a set of knights armor, with a giant shield to boot. The only strange part was that it wasn't the white knight set people have heard of no… it was a black set, with bits of red. A magnificent sight to behold. You were our shield. Only once have I seen you wield a giant broadsword and that was when your limits were pushed. A true knight unlike anything anyone has ever heard. People heard the stories of a man and his digimon using a biomerge to become a knight but you… you didn't need to biomerge. You did it all on your own to protect those you cared for. You were so selfless is was hard to even believe." Her smile grew as she talked on about him but it soon began to fade away when she stopped suddenly, getting to the part that she wishes she could take back. Damian was still listening attentively with his hand over top of hers. He found himself not really being able to move. He was simply too interested in her story. "Was I really that selfless and strong? People cared for me a-and I cared for them? So why… why am I polar opposite now?" he had questioned to himself.
"One day… I…" she stopped as more tears began to push out. It was hard for her to get this off her chest, reliving the reason that caused her to lose him. For some reason an instinct deep within Damian had come out. He lowered her hand and wrapped his arms around her furry body. Her dreaded emotions had made her slouch down a bit so he nuzzling into her neck to try and comfort her.
"Shhhhh. Come now Renamon. You don't need to cry, it's okay. I am sorry that I do not remember anything, I truly am. But at least you know I have not died, right?" she sniffled as she wrapped hers around his body and they stood in this embrace with the sunlight fading away for moonlight. "Mm-hmm." she said as she continued to sniffle and sob. She was one sad heap that's for sure. He wishes he didn't make her feel so had, even though he knows he didn't exactly have control over it.
He withdrew from the hug even though Renamon wanted it to continue. He had not known that she had wished to draw it out. "I know it is going to be hard, but you need to tell me how it is that I left 'our' universe and made it to this one, where everything digimon related has been cut down to a fiction related scene for kids. Don't feel sad anymore. I may not know but to you, I am right here." he continued to hold her hand or paw or whatever it was for emotional support. Blue eyes met as she wiped her eyes with her free arm and nodded.
"We got into a fight one day with a virus type BlackGreymon. It was on some rampage. We had to get everyone out of there to safety. You pushed your limits again… and that black knight we all have known came out. You protected me and a gatomon from a fireblast. I… I tried to stop you, because it hurt me to see you get bashed by his fire and horn attacks. You kept getting back up and telling everyone to leave the area. The more damage you took the more your armor started to break… a few tamers and their digimon came to help us. You, me, gatomon and her tamer Chloe were tired and beaten badly. We had already been into too many fights to be ready to take on BlackGreymon. All of our stamina has run low. I couldn't even digivolve to Kyubimon, but you… kept fighting." she covered her face with one of her paws as her body began to tremble. Damian knew she had to finish and get all of it out before he could comfort her.
"With one final attack, BlackGreymon charged with a fiery horn and broke through your armor, piercing your shield as well as your chest. That's when it happened…" tears welled up again. This was too hard for her to remember. It was almost as if she was there while it happened a second time.
"In the final attack that it made, you raised your sword like a lance and plunged it straight into the beast as it had struck you. When you fell… so did the digimon as it ended up getting deleted from our realm. It was all thanks to you. You were so gravely injured. Me and Chloe had to rush you to the emergency center before it was too late… you turned out to be okay after a few days. They never let me see you and that was the worst of it all. I never got to see if you were okay or not. You didn't know it then and you don't know now, but there were so many people and digimon alike that have thanked you for saving their life from an rampaging BlackGreymon." she wiped away her tears and attempted to calm down again. She put her paw back down but took one of Damian's for reassurance to herself. She carried her form well with her posture beginning to straighten back up. "She really is rather elegant." he commented in his thoughts.
"All of this is what caused the fight between us. I was so sad at first when you were finally allowed to leave and I saw all the scars on your body… I grew so angry at you that we exchanged rather harsh words and well… you left. No one heard from you for weeks but someone said that in your fit of rage you entered some door carved into the mountains of the digital world. It appears that it brought you here. I went through that very same door and it looked like I was floating or drifting in space until I ended up here. I thought it would take long because... you had been gone for nearly three weeks and I… I'm just so happy that you are here." His face had changed after said that to one of confusement.
"How is that possible? I have been here for years! I remember my entire childhood! My parents… how did all of this happen just for you to come along and say that I have only been gone for three weeks?" Renamon drew a serious look on her face as she pondered the question.
"Maybe when you first got here like I did you got in some trouble? Could have been captured. Maybe you were so different from everyone here that they thought you were crazy or something so they decided to erase your memories and planted new ones in. It doesn't sound like science fiction in a world like this. Saw it in a movie once with like these blue alien guys who were really good at singing. They made music and stuff so the humans took them and… I'm sorry. I'm rambling. Forgive me" his eyes lit up when he realized that he rambles just like she does, using concepts from a movie and fictions. So she must be telling the truth when she says they have been partners for quite a while, because either he got the rambling from her or she got it from him. "This is getting more believable by the minute, but, what if this in itself is a trick by the government?" He scratched his head in frustration. He knows that they have the ability to successfully transplant memories and such to people now that our tech has been skyrocketing. They even have machines cure diseases and such. Cost a lot though.
Suddenly his eyes grew wide as he let go of her hand in order to snap his fingers. This made jump just slightly as she looked at him with a surprised expression. "Wait a minute… I have had a nightmare where I walk into a door that was carved into a beautiful mountain and when I went in I found myself constantly falling! That wasn't a nightmare that was a memory! I might be able to regain my memories if I keep dreaming or something. Maybe you can help with your digital works and such." She gave a heartwarming smile. While they talked they have both failed to notice something move in the distance on a branch just like them. It had a screen protecting it with a tiny little faded red light to signify that it was recording...
"Anything to get the Damian we all know and love back. I'll try my best." her smile was so warming it was beginning to make his heart wrench. He wasn't feeling constant sadness or despair anymore. He actually felt something different.
He looked out as the moon had now come in place of the sun. The stars were beginning to dance. "This all seems so absurd… to think that I have gone through such physical and mental abuse just for someone to say it's all fake. It's so much to take in… these feelings Renamon, they are different than the ones back at home. Here, I am a lonely, sad, depressed little man who has thought about ending all the constant pain that looms over me."
This time it was her to be shocked as she covered her mouth with her paw like before. "Y-you thought about… ending it all? I-is that why you were up here crying? One jump at this height… Oh my god." He couldn't help but feel pathetic and ashamed as he looked down from the ground. Even if all of the bad things that happened here were fake it still wouldn't be easy to forget. He felt something soft wrap around him once again. Warmth was spreading throughout his body on this cold night as he shuddered in her arms… he had to hug back with his feeling of dread pouring out.
"I wouldn't know what I would do if I lost you for good Damian… I wouldn't be able to live with myself. It pains me even more to know that you were here alone with no one to help you through all of this. I am here now, and I will help you through this. We will get your memories back. I swear it. Please… Don't ever leave me again. I want to always be by your side through and through." His eyes still hung low as he always had to wonder if that would ever be true. There have been people who say that to their respective partners in a relationship or sorts or partners as in a team and yet they still end up leaving. Whether that be cheating, leaving, or dying that depends on not only the situation but also whatever the hell you are reading or watching. Lovers cheat and go against promises. Your best crime fighting pal says he won't die so soon, yet here you are telling his own family that he isn't around anymore. "So fucking negative… god I hate myself."
He decided to hold his head up for once. If all that she has said is true then there should be no need to be upset. All those feelings of loneliness and feeling like an outcast in the world were simply my body telling me that it's okay and true, because this isn't the world he knew and loved. Until he starts to remember though, he will still have feelings of dread, as they have pretty much been implemented. Hopefully not permanently.
As they both pulled away he continued to look down. Right now he did not have the courage to look in her eyes. "Thank you Renamon… for everything that you do. Thank you so much for finding me. I want to remember, I don't want to be here in this world any longer. But… I don't know how to return." He began to sniffle a bit. Even more so when he felt something soft on his cheek and then on his forehead. Renamon had placed her forehead onto his and closed her eyes with a smile now plastered on her face.
"Please, worry not anymore Damian. I shall do everything in my power to make sure you return to the Damian I know. No matter what I'll still be with you, right by your side. Come now, we should get some rest. You said it yourself that you are taking in a lot of new information rather quickly. Where is your home here?" She drew her head away and opened up her dreamy blue eyes to await his response. He wiped away what tears had remained on his face and looked out into the distance with a finger extended to where his house is.
"Over there is a rather large house. I live in it all by myself. Hopefully you won't be too bothered by it. It probably wasn't as vibrant and tasteful as the one we had back at home. It's just roomy and dull. There are only a few rooms that even look used." He scratched his head getting rather worried of what she'll think. He, however, was surprised when she giggled at him, causing him to turn back with a confused look. "W-what?"
"Nothing dearest. Your home won't be a bother to me. Come now. Let's go and get some rest." In a rather swift movement, she swept him off his feet and jumped off the branch. This shocked Damian as he nuzzled into her chest thinking that they were going to hit the ground. When the ground never came, he slowly opened his eyes to see that she had been jumping from tree branch to tree branch, and has now landed gracefully at the front door. She placed him down gently on his feet as he kept a hand on her shoulder to keep himself steady.
"Woah, holy crap you are strong. You lifted me up and got us over here in mere seconds. What kind of training were we doing huh? That was… amazing." He looked back up to her and saw that she had once again giggled at his remarks. This caused him to blush in embarrassment for not knowing exactly what he had done to get such a reaction. He just wanted to give a compliment.
"I greatly appreciate your compliment Damian. You are quite strong yourself you know. You just haven't tapped into that strength yet since it is no longer known to you. Don't worry, it shall return in time I'm sure of it." she smiled again with that heart warming smile of hers. He found himself staring just a bit too much at the magnificent being before him. He was now beginning to take in the fill effect of what exactly is going on. "This is so fucking wild…"
He got nervous when she began to look at him with concern in her eyes. "Uhh nothing! Sorry… still trying to comprehend that you are actually real and I'm not dead or dreaming or something. Let me get that." He scratched his head nervously as he typed in the code to the lock and opened it up for her. He gestured for her to go ahead in. "Bedroom is upstairs. Help yourself. I have to get a shower and changed." She seemed to sort of bow to him as she went in and walked up the stairs. He gave a deep exhale, almost as if he was holding his breath and he closed the door behind him and the lock engaged. He then proceeded to head into a room in the far back end of the house. It was one giant shower, big enough to fit four adults. He didn't hesitate to close the door behind him and strip rather quickly. He needed a nice hot shower.
Renamon went up into his bedroom and left the door open. As she examined the room filled with a bunch of childhood items, electronics and pictures, she heard the water turn on from below her. She now began to study the room a little more, such as turning on the TV and flipping through the channels, but she made sure that the volume was low. She always loved to watch things on the TV with Damian. It was always soothing after a day of fighting. She also went around and looked at picture of him with what looks like friends and family. He had mentioned that he lost his parents so she didn't loom on the pictures any longer. She didn't want to drop her good attitude. Eventually she just resorted to watching TV, noticing some familiar things coming on as well as some that are unfamiliar. "These world's must not be too different." She said rather quietly to herself.
After he finished up on washing himself, he turned the water off and rushed out the glass doors to grab a towel. He hated feeling cold after a shower. He decided to leave his clothes in the bin and that he'll do his laundry later.
After drying off for quite a bit, he opened up the door and rushed upstairs with the towel wrapped around his body. He saw that a light was emitting from his room and had completely forgotten that Renamon was there. "Shit shit shi-"
"Damian?" She called out from the room. He froze in place and his face turned a bright red. "Shit shit shit!" He decided to man up just a little bit and walked into the room. He noticed that she had been watching Thor on the TV and began to wonder how she knew how to work it. "Probably a dumb question."
"H-hey Renamon? Can you step out for a sec so I can change?" He averted her gaze as his cheeks lit up even more. The yellow vixen didn't even seemed fazed by it at all. "Of course, let me know when you are finished." She gave him as smile as she headed out the door, shutting it behind her. For some odd reason he began to notice that she had to sort of duck under the door ways just a bit. He started to get jealous that she was taller than him.
He let out a deep sigh of relief as he took the towel off and quickly managed to grab some nice comfy boxers and a loose black t-shirt. His boxers were always big so that they were almost like shorts as well. When he was alone he slept almost nude but because a guest is in the house he decided to go with a shirt too.
"Wait… wait a minute. Is she… gonna sleep with me. A huge furry feminine fox digimon that found me in the forest out of nowhere. Why do I not care is the appropriate question. With her fur she is probably really warm… awww fuck. Something is wrong with me." He gave himself a mental slap as he shouted for her to come on in. She indeed did so and shut the door behind her as well. He turned the TV off and just sat at the end of the bed.
"I can tell you are a bit worried about this. We sleep together all the time I promise I won't hurt you or anything. If it reassures you, you used to tell me it was because you wanted to have someone there for the nightmares. I don't mind it at all as long as you are still comfortable with it." She walked over and put a paw on his shoulder for some reassurance. His mood for it began to change a bit when she said that they used to do so for more of a therapeutic reason. It still didn't feel very gentlemen like though.
"I'm fine if you are." is the answer he decided on as he placed his hand over hers. This caused a smile to appear as she headed over to the bed and laid down on her end, near the wall. "That should settle it then. Come when you are ready Damian." She managed to fit the humongous bed rather well so he can tell the arrangement shouldn't be all that bad.
He got up from the end of the bed and took his place beside her and went under the covers. She did the same as he did. Renamon had faced her back to him and he could feel her tail drape over his legs. It was nice and fluffy. Warm too. "Goodnight Damian. Have a good rest. Remember that I am right here if anything happens in your dreams."
"Goodnight Renamon. Thank you for doing this. Really." She couldn't help but smile. "It is not a problem Damian." She finally closed her eyes and let out a content sigh as she entered her attempt to doze off. He did the same, only he kept his back planted on the bed. Every now and again he'd stare at her and then back up at the ceiling wondering just how in the world all of this happened. Minutes kept passing by as he continued to ponder about everything that has happened. Eventually he noticed that she had entered a deep sleep. The idea of entering one as well became too enticing. His eyes became heavy, and things got darker as he settled into his own slumber...