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With a sigh, Rika looked at the calendar. One of the days was heavily marked, circled several times in red and pink marker. Little hearts filled the square, very nearly obscuring the date. February 14, Valentine's Day. Grumbling, Rika pulled out her black magic marker and began going back over the lines, darkening and blurring them. She didn't want any reminders of the day, especially from her mother, who had drawn all the crap on there.
"What are you doing?" Renamon asked curiously, appearing in the room behind her Tamer. The fox digimon was never far off, always ready to be there in a moment's notice.
"Oh, Renamon," Rika said with a start. "I'm just… marking my calendar." She replaced the cap back on the marker and tossed it back into the bin in her closet.
"You must not like that day very much," Renamon said, peering at the calendar over Rika's shoulder. Rika tried not to think about how warm Renamon's face felt next to hers. "Valentine's Day?"
"It's nothing," Rika insisted, pulling the calendar down from the wall and tossing it in the trash. "Don't worry about it."
"If you say so, Rika," Renamon said, making a mental note about Valentine's Day. She had to find out what it was.
"If you don't mind, Renamon," Rika said, "I'd like to be alone for a while."
"Of course," Renamon bowed. "Sleep well, Rika." She faded from sight and Rika was left alone. Rika was glad, for there was nobody around to see her tears.
******
Respecting Rika's wish for solitude, Renamon disappeared from her room. However, she didn't go very far, reappearing on the roof opposite Rika's room. Renamon perched on the shingles, watching Rika begin to cry. As the tears streamed down Rika's face, Renamon wished nothing more than to be in the room with her. She wanted to hold Rika, to comfort her, and reassure her that everything would be all right. As much as Renamon wanted to, she respected Rika's right for privacy. Thus, Renamon leapt off into the night, leaving behind the still sobbing Rika.
From building top to building top Renamon jumped, trying to find some release in the freedom she enjoyed. Nothing helped, as the final image she had of Rika, weeping in her room, refused to fade. Renamon wondered what could have upset Rika so much, and what, if anything, Valentine's Day might have to do with it. Some more information was needed, and Renamon knew where to find it.
It was deepest night when Renamon arrived in the park, and the lampposts shed a pale glow over everything. Few humans were around this late, most of them couples enjoying moments together. From her seat on the branch of a tree, Renamon looked down upon them. Most sat in silence, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, while others were talking or kissing.
"Disgusting, ain't it?" a voice from behind Renamon's shoulder said. Renamon turned to look at the speaker who was standing on a nearby branch, idly juggling a small fireball.
"Impmon," Renamon said. She was happy to see the little pest for once. Not that she let him know that though.
"Yeesh!" Impmon yelled at one couple sitting on a park bench kissing. "Get a room!" He flung the fireball at them, but it fizzled out about a foot in front of him.
"None of your usual tricks tonight?" Renamon said, the darkness obscuring a smug smile. "You're not getting soft, now are you?"
"None of your business, fox face!" Impmon bristled. "If all you're gonna do is insult me, I might as well leave."
Impmon turned to leave, but Renamon stopped him. "Wait."
"Yes?" Impmon said, turning back around with a grin.
"Tell me everything you know about Valentine's Day."
With a sigh, Rika looked at the calendar. One of the days was heavily marked, circled several times in red and pink marker. Little hearts filled the square, very nearly obscuring the date. February 14, Valentine's Day. Grumbling, Rika pulled out her black magic marker and began going back over the lines, darkening and blurring them. She didn't want any reminders of the day, especially from her mother, who had drawn all the crap on there.
"What are you doing?" Renamon asked curiously, appearing in the room behind her Tamer. The fox digimon was never far off, always ready to be there in a moment's notice.
"Oh, Renamon," Rika said with a start. "I'm just… marking my calendar." She replaced the cap back on the marker and tossed it back into the bin in her closet.
"You must not like that day very much," Renamon said, peering at the calendar over Rika's shoulder. Rika tried not to think about how warm Renamon's face felt next to hers. "Valentine's Day?"
"It's nothing," Rika insisted, pulling the calendar down from the wall and tossing it in the trash. "Don't worry about it."
"If you say so, Rika," Renamon said, making a mental note about Valentine's Day. She had to find out what it was.
"If you don't mind, Renamon," Rika said, "I'd like to be alone for a while."
"Of course," Renamon bowed. "Sleep well, Rika." She faded from sight and Rika was left alone. Rika was glad, for there was nobody around to see her tears.
******
Respecting Rika's wish for solitude, Renamon disappeared from her room. However, she didn't go very far, reappearing on the roof opposite Rika's room. Renamon perched on the shingles, watching Rika begin to cry. As the tears streamed down Rika's face, Renamon wished nothing more than to be in the room with her. She wanted to hold Rika, to comfort her, and reassure her that everything would be all right. As much as Renamon wanted to, she respected Rika's right for privacy. Thus, Renamon leapt off into the night, leaving behind the still sobbing Rika.
From building top to building top Renamon jumped, trying to find some release in the freedom she enjoyed. Nothing helped, as the final image she had of Rika, weeping in her room, refused to fade. Renamon wondered what could have upset Rika so much, and what, if anything, Valentine's Day might have to do with it. Some more information was needed, and Renamon knew where to find it.
It was deepest night when Renamon arrived in the park, and the lampposts shed a pale glow over everything. Few humans were around this late, most of them couples enjoying moments together. From her seat on the branch of a tree, Renamon looked down upon them. Most sat in silence, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, while others were talking or kissing.
"Disgusting, ain't it?" a voice from behind Renamon's shoulder said. Renamon turned to look at the speaker who was standing on a nearby branch, idly juggling a small fireball.
"Impmon," Renamon said. She was happy to see the little pest for once. Not that she let him know that though.
"Yeesh!" Impmon yelled at one couple sitting on a park bench kissing. "Get a room!" He flung the fireball at them, but it fizzled out about a foot in front of him.
"None of your usual tricks tonight?" Renamon said, the darkness obscuring a smug smile. "You're not getting soft, now are you?"
"None of your business, fox face!" Impmon bristled. "If all you're gonna do is insult me, I might as well leave."
Impmon turned to leave, but Renamon stopped him. "Wait."
"Yes?" Impmon said, turning back around with a grin.
"Tell me everything you know about Valentine's Day."