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Their arms around each other, Rika and Renamon looked out over the city, full moon bright in the clear night sky. They noticed none of it, lost as they were in each other's eyes.
"My Mom's gonna freak…" Rika sighed. "And probably my grandmother as well." Her mother she knew would go into conniptions, but she was truly worried her grandmother wouldn't approve if she knew the complete truth.
Renamon chuckled. "Your mother I don't know about," she said, stroking Rika's hair with one hand, "but your grandmother's not going to mind."
Rika pulled away slightly and looked up at Renamon. "And how exactly do you know that?"
"She's a lot more observant than either of us give her credit for," Renamon said fondly. "That, and I talked to her a couple of nights ago."
'And how do you know she wasn't the one who sent them?' Rika's grandmother's voice said in Rika's memory.
"She just wants to see you happy," Renamon continued, "like I do."
Good old Grandma, Rika thought. "That's good at least. Sigh. I'm not sure what's going to be worse for my mother, that fact that you're not human, or the fact that you're not a guy," Rika chuckled, pressing against Renamon's sturdy chest. "She's going to have a double heart attack."
"At least," Renamon chuckled, her tail slowly wrapping around the back of Rika's waist.
"Might as well make it a triple," Rika murmured, pulling Renamon's head in closer. Their lips met again in another passionate kiss, longer this time. When they finally pulled away, Rika whispered in Renamon's ear. "You know, I'm really starting to love Valentine's Day. Now that I have somebody to spend it with."
"And it's such a beautiful night too," Renamon agreed. The night air was chilly, but the warmth of Rika more than made up for it. She was especially fond of the moon; it had been her only companion nights long past. The full moon was especially lovely. "It's just a shame that you'll have to leave soon."
"I don't know about that," Rika smiled slyly, "I brought a blanket, and I doubt my grandmother will mind if I'm a little late."
With a grin, Rika spread the blanket on the ground and lay down on top of it. She patted the spot next to her, and Renamon settled in. The two wrapped their arms around one another, enjoying the closeness and tenderness of the moment.
"What about your?" Renamon laughed.
"Guess it's going to be a quadruple," Rika whispered, snuggling in closer to Renamon. She had dreamt of a moment like this for the longest time, and it was everything she had imagined.
******
"Where can she be?" Rika's mother, Mikino, asked when midnight passed and Rika still wasn't home. She paced up and down the room hands clasped behind her back. "She should have been home an hour ago!"
"I guess she really liked who her secret admirer was," Rika's grandmother, Rumiko, smiled. She was sitting on a chair, waiting out her daughter's nervous panic.
"I hope not too much," Mikino replied. Staying at guys' houses was very dangerous. She could attest to that fact herself.
"You don't want her to end up like you did," Rumiko said. She had a way of cutting through the crap and getting straight to the point. Rika loved it, but her mother didn't.
Mikino narrowed her eyes. "A bit tactless, Mother, but true nonetheless. I want her to have every opportunity I didn't have."
"Well, there's one thing she can do to assure she won't follow in your footsteps," Rumiko hinted. That wasn't why she supported Rika, but it was quite possibly the only thing that might change Mikino's mind.
"Don't think I don't get what you're trying to say," Rika's mother said, "but I honestly don't know which is worse."
"On one hand, you'll have a very happy daughter. On the other hand, you'll be a rather disappointed grandmother. Doesn't seem like too tough a choice to me," Rumiko said, walking out of the room. If only it was that simple, especially considering the unique nature of Rika's love.
"Where are you going?" Mikino asked, turning to her mother.
"Off to bed. I trust my granddaughter," Rumiko replied smugly.
Mikino looked at the window, rivulets of water running down it. "I trust her to have the sense to come in from the rain at least."
******
"Well, it was a beautiful night," Rika laughed, holding the blanket above her head as she ran for better cover. Renamon was right beside her, soaked almost down to her skin, the same as Rika's clothes. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms, and they hadn't woken up until Rika started to sneeze from the cold rain.
"I still wouldn't change a single thing," Renamon told her, and Rika agreed. "We do need to find some shelter, though. There's a cave near here where I often spend the night."
"I need to find a phone," Rika said, looking around. She needed to let her grandmother know where she was, not so much her mother.
"I believe that there's one over there," Renamon said, pointing in the direction of a pay phone. Holding the blanket over their heads so as not to get any wetter, they ran for the phone. Rika dialed her house, and her mother picked up.
"Hello?" Mikino said quickly.
"Oh, hi Mom, it's Rika," Rika said, as if nothing was wrong.
"RIKA! Where the heck are you? I've been expecting you for over an hour," her mother said.
"I'm fine Mom. I left with my secret admirer. I'll be staying at their place tonight. I'll see you tomorrow," Rika said, starting to hang up the phone.
"What? Rika, wait!" her mother said, just as the phone went back on the hook. "Don't make the same mistakes I made," she would have said.
"Now, where's that cave of yours?" Rika asked, putting her mother out of her mind. "I could really use a dry place to sleep."
Renamon nodded and led Rika over to the little cave near their meeting place where she often spent the night. "It's not much," she said once they arrived, "but I call it home."
It was a fairly small cave, but there was certain warmth to it despite the fact that it was mostly barren rock. "We'll have to work on where you call home," Rika said as Renamon began to shake herself dry. If Rika had anything to say about it, Renamon's home would be her own house "For now, let's see about a fire."
"I always keep some dry wood around," Renamon told Rika, dropping a pile of branches on the ground. "It can get pretty cold here at night. I have some flint over here," Renamon said, reaching for a pair of rocks.
"We don't need that," Rika said, pulling out her digivice and cardholder. Renamon looked at her strangely, and Rika shrugged. "Never leave home without 'em," she laughed, selecting a card. "Digimodify! Meramon!" Renamon blew a puff of fire at the pile of wood in the center of the room, and a fire was soon burning merrily.
"That should warm things up nicely," Rika said, extending her hands towards the fire. Despite the warmth, she shivered, soaked clean through. "Umm, Renamon? It, uhh, would be easier for me to get warm if…"
"If you didn't have such wet clothes on," Renamon finished with a nod. "I should have something else to use as a blanket somewhere."
Renamon turned to go find a blanket as Rika peeled off her wet clothes, laying them out on the floor near the fire to dry. Renamon politely held a blanket she had found behind her back, and Rika took it and wrapped it around herself, settling down next to the fire.
"Much better," Rika sighed happily. Renamon stood across the fire from Rika, shivering slightly. Rika took a deep breath to settle her nerves before speaking up. "Uhh, Renamon? You know, there's plenty of room under the blanket."
"You sure?" Renamon asked. When Rika nodded, Renamon nervously walked over and sat down next to Rika. Renamon politely averted her eyes as Rika lifted the blanket to include Renamon under it.
"You have the nicest warm fur," Rika smiled, pressing up closer to Renamon, and letting out a yawn. "Now, where were we before the rain started?" she mumbled, laying her head on Renamon's chest.
Renamon wrapped her arms and tail around Rika protectively as the young girl began to snore softly. "Good night, Rika," she said, placing a kiss on Rika's cheek. Resting her head beside Rika's, Renamon soon fell asleep, warmer than she had ever been in her life.
Their arms around each other, Rika and Renamon looked out over the city, full moon bright in the clear night sky. They noticed none of it, lost as they were in each other's eyes.
"My Mom's gonna freak…" Rika sighed. "And probably my grandmother as well." Her mother she knew would go into conniptions, but she was truly worried her grandmother wouldn't approve if she knew the complete truth.
Renamon chuckled. "Your mother I don't know about," she said, stroking Rika's hair with one hand, "but your grandmother's not going to mind."
Rika pulled away slightly and looked up at Renamon. "And how exactly do you know that?"
"She's a lot more observant than either of us give her credit for," Renamon said fondly. "That, and I talked to her a couple of nights ago."
'And how do you know she wasn't the one who sent them?' Rika's grandmother's voice said in Rika's memory.
"She just wants to see you happy," Renamon continued, "like I do."
Good old Grandma, Rika thought. "That's good at least. Sigh. I'm not sure what's going to be worse for my mother, that fact that you're not human, or the fact that you're not a guy," Rika chuckled, pressing against Renamon's sturdy chest. "She's going to have a double heart attack."
"At least," Renamon chuckled, her tail slowly wrapping around the back of Rika's waist.
"Might as well make it a triple," Rika murmured, pulling Renamon's head in closer. Their lips met again in another passionate kiss, longer this time. When they finally pulled away, Rika whispered in Renamon's ear. "You know, I'm really starting to love Valentine's Day. Now that I have somebody to spend it with."
"And it's such a beautiful night too," Renamon agreed. The night air was chilly, but the warmth of Rika more than made up for it. She was especially fond of the moon; it had been her only companion nights long past. The full moon was especially lovely. "It's just a shame that you'll have to leave soon."
"I don't know about that," Rika smiled slyly, "I brought a blanket, and I doubt my grandmother will mind if I'm a little late."
With a grin, Rika spread the blanket on the ground and lay down on top of it. She patted the spot next to her, and Renamon settled in. The two wrapped their arms around one another, enjoying the closeness and tenderness of the moment.
"What about your?" Renamon laughed.
"Guess it's going to be a quadruple," Rika whispered, snuggling in closer to Renamon. She had dreamt of a moment like this for the longest time, and it was everything she had imagined.
******
"Where can she be?" Rika's mother, Mikino, asked when midnight passed and Rika still wasn't home. She paced up and down the room hands clasped behind her back. "She should have been home an hour ago!"
"I guess she really liked who her secret admirer was," Rika's grandmother, Rumiko, smiled. She was sitting on a chair, waiting out her daughter's nervous panic.
"I hope not too much," Mikino replied. Staying at guys' houses was very dangerous. She could attest to that fact herself.
"You don't want her to end up like you did," Rumiko said. She had a way of cutting through the crap and getting straight to the point. Rika loved it, but her mother didn't.
Mikino narrowed her eyes. "A bit tactless, Mother, but true nonetheless. I want her to have every opportunity I didn't have."
"Well, there's one thing she can do to assure she won't follow in your footsteps," Rumiko hinted. That wasn't why she supported Rika, but it was quite possibly the only thing that might change Mikino's mind.
"Don't think I don't get what you're trying to say," Rika's mother said, "but I honestly don't know which is worse."
"On one hand, you'll have a very happy daughter. On the other hand, you'll be a rather disappointed grandmother. Doesn't seem like too tough a choice to me," Rumiko said, walking out of the room. If only it was that simple, especially considering the unique nature of Rika's love.
"Where are you going?" Mikino asked, turning to her mother.
"Off to bed. I trust my granddaughter," Rumiko replied smugly.
Mikino looked at the window, rivulets of water running down it. "I trust her to have the sense to come in from the rain at least."
******
"Well, it was a beautiful night," Rika laughed, holding the blanket above her head as she ran for better cover. Renamon was right beside her, soaked almost down to her skin, the same as Rika's clothes. They had fallen asleep in each other's arms, and they hadn't woken up until Rika started to sneeze from the cold rain.
"I still wouldn't change a single thing," Renamon told her, and Rika agreed. "We do need to find some shelter, though. There's a cave near here where I often spend the night."
"I need to find a phone," Rika said, looking around. She needed to let her grandmother know where she was, not so much her mother.
"I believe that there's one over there," Renamon said, pointing in the direction of a pay phone. Holding the blanket over their heads so as not to get any wetter, they ran for the phone. Rika dialed her house, and her mother picked up.
"Hello?" Mikino said quickly.
"Oh, hi Mom, it's Rika," Rika said, as if nothing was wrong.
"RIKA! Where the heck are you? I've been expecting you for over an hour," her mother said.
"I'm fine Mom. I left with my secret admirer. I'll be staying at their place tonight. I'll see you tomorrow," Rika said, starting to hang up the phone.
"What? Rika, wait!" her mother said, just as the phone went back on the hook. "Don't make the same mistakes I made," she would have said.
"Now, where's that cave of yours?" Rika asked, putting her mother out of her mind. "I could really use a dry place to sleep."
Renamon nodded and led Rika over to the little cave near their meeting place where she often spent the night. "It's not much," she said once they arrived, "but I call it home."
It was a fairly small cave, but there was certain warmth to it despite the fact that it was mostly barren rock. "We'll have to work on where you call home," Rika said as Renamon began to shake herself dry. If Rika had anything to say about it, Renamon's home would be her own house "For now, let's see about a fire."
"I always keep some dry wood around," Renamon told Rika, dropping a pile of branches on the ground. "It can get pretty cold here at night. I have some flint over here," Renamon said, reaching for a pair of rocks.
"We don't need that," Rika said, pulling out her digivice and cardholder. Renamon looked at her strangely, and Rika shrugged. "Never leave home without 'em," she laughed, selecting a card. "Digimodify! Meramon!" Renamon blew a puff of fire at the pile of wood in the center of the room, and a fire was soon burning merrily.
"That should warm things up nicely," Rika said, extending her hands towards the fire. Despite the warmth, she shivered, soaked clean through. "Umm, Renamon? It, uhh, would be easier for me to get warm if…"
"If you didn't have such wet clothes on," Renamon finished with a nod. "I should have something else to use as a blanket somewhere."
Renamon turned to go find a blanket as Rika peeled off her wet clothes, laying them out on the floor near the fire to dry. Renamon politely held a blanket she had found behind her back, and Rika took it and wrapped it around herself, settling down next to the fire.
"Much better," Rika sighed happily. Renamon stood across the fire from Rika, shivering slightly. Rika took a deep breath to settle her nerves before speaking up. "Uhh, Renamon? You know, there's plenty of room under the blanket."
"You sure?" Renamon asked. When Rika nodded, Renamon nervously walked over and sat down next to Rika. Renamon politely averted her eyes as Rika lifted the blanket to include Renamon under it.
"You have the nicest warm fur," Rika smiled, pressing up closer to Renamon, and letting out a yawn. "Now, where were we before the rain started?" she mumbled, laying her head on Renamon's chest.
Renamon wrapped her arms and tail around Rika protectively as the young girl began to snore softly. "Good night, Rika," she said, placing a kiss on Rika's cheek. Resting her head beside Rika's, Renamon soon fell asleep, warmer than she had ever been in her life.