Prologue

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They had surrounded her, the small girl with reddish black hair and two white ribbon tied in a traditional way on the sides of her hair. Her plain white dress was covered in dirt, her body was all bruised up and cut. She had stopped crying out for help for a minute now, no on e was around to help her, no one seemed to help her at all anymore. A group of boys kept on hitting her with their fists and kicking her, more dirt was thrown at her as they had continued their "fun" on her.

An easy target for future Yankees, as the girl would put it, she was the easy target for practice for these kids. She felt another punch on her bare shoulder by some kid with spiky black hair, she wanted to cry because she felt a nerve had been hit. Her teeth gritted together as she bared the further pain, they threw more punches and kicks at her.

'Mom... dad... they left me. They won't help me anymore, they won't because they left me.' The girl thought.

Before she was being beaten up like this, she saw her parents in the car; watching as the group of kids surrounded her in the empty park and left. They left her there to be beaten up by them, and they didn't even want to help or doing anything for her. They had just left her there to suffer more than she has ever had. But what has she done, a little girl about nine or ten, to have her own parents just leave her like this? What did they think she did?

'They hate me... they hate me, I know now. That's why they left me here, cause they don't want me anymore. I'm theirs anymore, I don't belong to them anymore... or anyone.'

She felt more stings of their blows at her legs and arms, she thought she felt a slap come across her face along with another punch, but she couldn't tell anymore. There was too many pain she was feeling from them to tell which was which.

Her small frail body had almost become numb now from the beating, these kids weren't even tired, they were enjoying this as they saw her suffer greatly.

'...no one... no one will save me... I'm better of dead now...'

The girl didn't feel anymore pain, as a matter of fact, she didn't even feel their hands and feet at her anymore, they had suddenly stopped. She looked up, her vision was a bit blurry but she could see a tall shadowy figure just above her; a figure of a fox or something. She managed to catch a glimpse of glowing redness from the shadow figure before everything went black entirely, her mind drifting away into nothingness.

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"How long as she been out like this?" Said an older man wearing a trench coat and a pair of shades over his eyes.

He and an older man, maybe 50 or 60, were watching the small bandaged girl sleeping in the hospital room soundly. Bandages were covering her entire left and right arm and her neck, a few were on her small faces and one on her forehead; covering the cuts and bruises she gained.

The elder man shook his head sideways. "For about a couple of days now, the poor thing. She's hurt really badly."

"Any calls from her parents?" The younger man said to the elder one.

"Not one, I doubt they know which hospital she's in judging how no one was in sight of the scene she was in. I don't quite understand why my daughter felt my only grandchild there like this. It is not in her nature to leave her own daughter to defend herself like this."

"Some people can change over the years, Kaddo. Even people we know and love. But for your daughter, she may have changed because of that husband of hers, since he was an ex-fighter and all." The younger man said.

The elder man hadn't taken his gaze off of his grandchild in the room, still not waking up from her slumber of comatose. 'Why Michako? why your own daughter? Have you really changed to do this to her?' The elder man thought in grief.

"The doctors say she may not be able to remember what happened to her, or even who she is, but there's still a chance that not all of her memory was taken away." The elder man, Kaddo, said. "But in all, thank you for saving her, Sampson. If it weren't for you, who knows what could've happened to her if you hadn't seen it in time."

Sampson shook his head. "I didn't really save her, Kaddo. It was your former partner that did."

"Renamon? She saved her life? I thought she was still in-"

"Rookie form? She was until we came across the scene. I think when your grandchild was helpless against those kids, the little rookie digivolved into Renamon and protected her. But I think there's more to it than just digivolving to save her."

Sampson paused a bit, glancing around him and Kaddo to make sure no one was around to hear them. "I think their DNA made a connection, Kaddo. There is no way that small digimon could have digivolve without a partner or DNA charge, Renamon has found a new partner."

Kaddo knew the answer of that already the moment he saw Renamon carrying the girl, was his granddaughter really the one she chose for a new partner?

"Kaddo, I need a decision from you. It's still her choice to join DATS when she's older, but I need to know this from you. Are you okay with her becoming one of us?"

Kaddo didn't hesitate to answer his friend's question, the answer was clear as crystal to him. "I am okay with it, Sampson. But promise me this, when she does join DATS, you have to make something like this doesn't ever happen again, I want you and Renamon to protect her at all costs. I don't want to see her hurt anymore like this."

"You have my word, Kaddo. And I'll make sure she doesn't remember that day either."

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The entire hospital was dark, pitch black when the small girl had woken up in the bed she was in. She blinked slowly before she had gotten up and took in her new surroundings. She had a confused expression on her face, where was she? She then looked to her side and saw something that stood out of place in the room, it looked like a black tall fox with red gloves on both arm. The eyes were closed, maybe it was sleeping as she was. The small girl kept on staring at it.

The fox's eyes opened swiftly, red eyes glancing at the small confused dazed girl.

"Hello." The small girl said to the fox.

"Hello." The black fox replied.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Renamon, a digimon from the Digital World."

"Digi-what?"

"Never mind. How are you feeling there kid? Any better?" Renamon asked her.

"I can't remember. I thought I heard my grandfather, is he here with you?" The girl quickly changed the subject.

"Uh- no. He's been gone for a few hours now, since it's about that time when you humans sleep."

"Oh! Well, that's okay then. Where am I, by the way?"

"The hospital."

"Why am I here? I don't need a check up, do I? Why am I covered in bandages?"

Renamon chuckled at the questioning kid next to her at the moment. "You sure do ask a lot of questions there, kid. I think it may be best that you don't know the reason you're here, don't wanna cause anything now, do we?"

"Um, I guess."

"By the way, what's your name? I gotta call you something besides kid."

The girl blinked several times before answering back to Renamon, a small smile crossing her face. "My name is Mekeko Hoshiko. Call me Meke, please." She said cheerfully.

Even though you couldn't see it from her, Renamon smiled back at the small girl. "Well it's nice to meet you, Meke."

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I know, I know. This was a long prologue, but I just don't like writing stuff that are too short, I have to write them long. I guess it's a small habit of mine, huh? Well, I hoped you enjoyed it. Please review!!!