Do not, DO FRICKING NOT, bitch at me about Guilmon, capiche? I swear to God, I don't want to hear it. Now that that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story.
"We are here to pay our respects to someone that touched all of our lives in a very unique way. He has helped to save every person here from the threat of D-Reaper. You all know him well, he was not one to keep many secrets, but none of us knew or had the pure spiritual and physical connection as Takato Masaki. I welcome him to come up and speak when and if he is ready."
The speaker stepped down from the small stage in the center of a field. The air was tense and clouds in the sky would not uncover the sun causing an eternal shroud around the mournful scene. The wind lay flat, dead, much like the trees, leaves, and plants in this these autumn months. Everyone was dressed in black with some form of red accent in remembrance of the fallen hero. Takato rose, clothed in a red suit with a black tie, and approached the stage, limping from an injury.
He stood, stoic at the podium, and reflected on something. Finally he spoke.
"Thank you all for coming to this service. I know that all of us here miss him. I wish I could say he resides in heaven where he deserves to be after all he's done. I can't, though, as I know his spirit will live on with me, and everyone here. I ask that everyone please stand for a silent prayer." When everyone began to pray Takato lifted his arms toward the crowd. Small red lights came from him and came to rest in each person. Takato was sharing the data he had recovered from his fallen friend, Guilmon.
After the service, Renamon approached Takato. She was the only digimon left of the tamers, with Guilmon gone and Henry's family having moved away a year before. Rika was also gone, having left two years prior. She believed that Renamon should stay, as Rika's home life would soon become very unstable.
With no home to speak of, Takato took her in, refusing to let her stay alone in the forest. She, Takato, and Guilmon had become very close, like a family. With Guilmon now gone, it was her and Takato. She didn't say anything at first, only embraced the now seventeen year old tamer, giving him a shoulder to cry on. She stood only slightly taller than the boy. Takato stood with her for a while before she spoke.
"Come on Takato let's get you home." She began to walk with him. He turned to her as they were walking, and asked her a question.
"Is it ok if we go somewhere else," he said, his voice hoarse form the crying, "I don't want to be around anyone else right now."
"Of course, I understand. I happen to have a place set up. It's in a small cave in the forest, it's where I would go to think when Rika was still here. I'll have to carry you, though. You'll never make it there on your own with that leg." She gestured to the injury he procured in a fight a few days prior, the same day that Guilmon died. (You guys can put two and two together.) She shucked her black dress, folded it, and shoved it into a satchel, which she placed over her shoulder. Takato picked up the athletic sack next to his chair. She then picked up Takato and leaped into a tree.
Renamon arrived at her hideout and carried Takato inside. She smiled as he straightened out his clothes. He really didn't know why he had though, as he was about change out of them.
"Renamon, is there anywhere I can change? I have a change of clothes in my pack." He said gesturing to his formal attire. She made a motion for him to follow her. She led him to a small branch of the cave with a curtain covering it partially. He walked in and yanked the curtain across leaving one side exposed. He began to change out of his constricting suit.
Renamon had heard from Rika about Takato's physique, apparently having seen it just prior to her leaving. Renamon decided to see if Takato lived up to the hype. She sat at a table and peered through the crack between the curtain and wall. Truthfully, she was impressed. For a human, he was well-toned, especially around his abs, which were well defined. She composed herself and proceeded to wipe the drool from her mouth.
Takato appeared from the curtain suddenly, and Renamon hurried to appear busy, so as not to seem suspicious. Takato was wearing a pair of blue athletic shorts and a sleeveless dark gray shirt. She caught herself staring noticing that the shirt hugged his body in what the vulpine would consider all the right places.
What's wrong with me? She thought to herself, shaking her thoughts of Takato as he went to go do something. Takato is a friend! Why am I thinking of him like this? At this point another part of her mind answered her question. Because he's so damn sexy. Don't act like you wouldn't like to have your paws all over that chest. Subconsciously she licked her chops. I wouldn't! She fought back with resolve. You're right, the voice replied, you'd love it. She looked down and saw she had carved rents into the table with claws by gripping it so hard. Takato walked back into the room and gave her a strange look after noticing the table.
"Are you alright?" She nodded as he took her hand and led her to the couch in the center the cave that served as the couch. They both sat and looked at each other. Renamon's mind shifted to the earlier events of the day. Although usually emotionally stoic, the loss of her friend truly began to set in and, in the private and trusted company of Takato, she let her emotions free.
She wrapped her arms around Takato and began to cry. He felt her gentle sobs resonate through him and he wrapped his arms around her underneath hers. She felt his muscled arms tightly embrace her comforted her and made her feel safe. The feeling of fur against skin was pleasurable and wonderful to both of them as they shifted. The pleasuring friction of her movement made Takato notice Renamon move her head away from his. It would not stay that way if she could help it.
Renamon stared into his eyes and began to press her lips to his. Slowly he pressed back, slowly they shifted to her lying on him, slowly did the kiss deepen, and slowly did her hands slide up his shirt, gliding over his toned muscles. She removed his shirt and that tore it, he was at her mercy, and she felt a little vicious and very naughty.
Yes, it's a cliffhanger. If you want more review. I don't want be hostile, but I want reviews. I will post the explicit "items" in an M-rated story called Blissful Purgatory. I love Renamon fics and I encourage them by the way. I will try to get around to composing a soundtrack of songs that I DON'T OWN. I'm not saying that more than once. By the way I don't own digimon, its characters, any accessories to that, etc. I own my personal plot. That's it. Peace. Seriously, door's that way. Really, it's time to leave. Fine, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD.