A digimon-human hybrid named Spike walked into the room that belonged to a human girl named Rika Nonaka, his partner. In the short period of time of a year, Spike had become accustomed to living on the floor of the room of his 14 year old trainer. Being only half-renamon, Spike had never known what it was like to be full anything, nor have shiny yellow fur covering his body, but for now, he decided that he couldn't worry himself with this.
Now it was time for his rigourous training with Rika. "Diamond Storm!" Spike yelled as 200,000+ tiny crystals formed in his semi-cupped hands. He open his hands and pressed his wrists together and let them fly into a tree. Three more times he did this to different trees, not one crystal missing its leafy target. After that, he had to sprint 40 laps around her house, and he had to do this all in 3 minutes. Sometimes he just barely made it, sometimes with time to spare, but he very seldom failed. After that period of 2 minutes and 47.36 seconds, he layed down, puffing and panting, almost completely out of breath.
"That's it for today, Spike," said the teenager. What Spike didn't know was that, however much it looked like she despised him, Rika secretly kept a crush on the 20 year old man. But Spike had his own dirty little secret ...
-one month later-
"Rika!" Spike had rammed into the digimon holding spike, which appeared to have been about to drink her blood and seemed to had already killed her grandmother. It was a Myotismon, and it had killed her grandmother. He screamed at the Myotismon, and for once, not using the power of Rika's cards, or Diamond Dust, but his bare hands, determined to rip him to pieces doing so. As the minutes passed, Spike got more and more violent, until the myotismon remained no more.
-2 days later-
"Rika ... I-i'm sorry ..." said Spike, remorseful. Rika's grandmother, who lay in the coffin, looked rather peaceful, as the dead always do. Rika hugged Spike, crying softly as Spike moved in and pressed his lips gently against the girls own, the metaphorical curtains closing on the depressing scene.
Now it was time for his rigourous training with Rika. "Diamond Storm!" Spike yelled as 200,000+ tiny crystals formed in his semi-cupped hands. He open his hands and pressed his wrists together and let them fly into a tree. Three more times he did this to different trees, not one crystal missing its leafy target. After that, he had to sprint 40 laps around her house, and he had to do this all in 3 minutes. Sometimes he just barely made it, sometimes with time to spare, but he very seldom failed. After that period of 2 minutes and 47.36 seconds, he layed down, puffing and panting, almost completely out of breath.
"That's it for today, Spike," said the teenager. What Spike didn't know was that, however much it looked like she despised him, Rika secretly kept a crush on the 20 year old man. But Spike had his own dirty little secret ...
-one month later-
"Rika!" Spike had rammed into the digimon holding spike, which appeared to have been about to drink her blood and seemed to had already killed her grandmother. It was a Myotismon, and it had killed her grandmother. He screamed at the Myotismon, and for once, not using the power of Rika's cards, or Diamond Dust, but his bare hands, determined to rip him to pieces doing so. As the minutes passed, Spike got more and more violent, until the myotismon remained no more.
-2 days later-
"Rika ... I-i'm sorry ..." said Spike, remorseful. Rika's grandmother, who lay in the coffin, looked rather peaceful, as the dead always do. Rika hugged Spike, crying softly as Spike moved in and pressed his lips gently against the girls own, the metaphorical curtains closing on the depressing scene.