Dear Readers,

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"Damn it Vibez start the damn story!"

Yes mamn.

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"Hey man, fuck you!"

"No thanks; I don't swing that way. But if you would like…"

"AAAAHHHHHH…oofff. Owie."

"That's going to hurt tomorrow morning. Good thing it's the weekend though, I held back so you should be able to move around tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry though, I'll be nice to Loraine tonight; I'm sure she'll understand little Dan Dan's busy schedule." A group of kids walked down the long since abandoned hallways; their laughing stinging Daniel's sliver of pride as he blacked out.

10:30 am Saturday…

"Wake up! Wake Up! Wake Up! WAKE UP!..." a yellow ball of fur about the size of a throw pillow cried excitedly in a young girl's voice while hopping up and down on figure wrapped in black on a twin sized bed. The sunlight shown through from the blinds on the other side of the room, the windows only about a foot and a half both ways.

"Cut it out Viximon that still hurts." A voice moaned from beneath the covers; the figure beneath seemed to shift in the bed and face the wall next to the bed. The creature did not relent and instead doubled its effort to rouse whoever was beneath the covers up. A mocha colored arm reached out from beneath the covers and swatted the fur ball onto the text book littered ground.

"Ouchies," it cried landing on its head and rolling over. "Fine if you want to play hard ball, I'll play hard ball." The creature trotted over to the slightly cracked door and went inside. A light flicked on, moments later water could be heard emanating from the room. A few moments later the puffball emerged from the room, crawled under the bed and back out with a slipper in its mouth. It then went back into the room, emerging again in a little under a minute with the house shoe dripping. The figure then plopped the slipper down next to the bed and dragged the matching one next to it. It then managed to hop back onto the bed nearly pulling the bed covers off in the process, and began hopping up and down on the figure again. "I need to go outside."

"We already went over that, we can't risk people seeing you again," the figure called from beneath the sheets again. "Besides, there's nothing but trouble out there for something so small."

"I'll have you know I am perfectly sized for a Viximon, you world is just too big and dangerous," the creature called out clearly annoyed.

"My point exactly."

"But Daaaaaaaaaaaaan, I need to go outside."

"No!"

"I don't think you understand; I neeeeeeed…to go…out…side," it emphasized its statement with a hop.

"OH, um…I hadn't really thought of that." The creature sweat dropped. "Couldn't you just use the toilet?"

"What, and risk falling in and getting flushed, swept out to your nasty human polluted oceans, and drowning or being eaten by a shark," its voice getting continually higher as the complaint went on, "No thank you!"

"Fine fine, do me a favor and fetch my house shoes from under my bed."

"I've already gotten your slippers…and I'm not a dog!" The figure rolled back the covers and flashed a mischievous smirk. His almost black hair was a mess of bed head, and he still had a scar above his left eyebrow from the day before. His brown oak eyes, almost made him seem soulless, and the crust in his eyes didn't help matters.

He drew more of the covers from over him; in the process, wrapping the Viximon up in the blankets, making it difficult for her to get out. He wore a grey sleeveless shirt, which showed that although he wasn't ripped he also wasn't a stick. He then took the blanket from around his legs and quickly wrapped the creature in the rest of his blankets. He wore shorts that showed his legs were in similar shape to his arms.

"Hey, let me out of here Daniel! Let me out this instant! Let me out or you'll be sorry!" Viximon cried from within the covers.

"No chance, I sense treachery is a foot and I'd like to have the first prank of the day." He responded coolly.

He swung his legs over the bed and set his feet down into the slippers. His body instantly seized up and he sat like that for a few moments before he screamed out, "Damn it Viximon!" he removed his feet from the slipper and started rubbing the one that went inside the soaked slipper to get some feeling back into it. "That was a cheap shot, I wasn't even awake yet."

"Yeah and picking on someone my size is hardly fair."

"Well then why don't you stay as Renamon, and then you wouldn't have that problem."

"Hey, a 17 year old sleeping with a stuffed animal, although creepy, is explainable. However, a 17 year old sharing a bed with a 5'9'' female kitsune is far more difficult to explain."

"I told you my roommate doesn't stay here on the weekends."

"Well I don't want to take the risk!"

"Then why don't you stay outside."

"Ugh, I can't believe you're that heartless!"

"You wanted to stay outside in the first place."

"Yeah, but that was before…oh never mind. Just get ready, we're going to train."

"Oh man, can't we wait until a more reasonable time, like three in the afternoon to train."

"No now get ready.

"And if I refuse?"

"Viximon digivolve to…" She began to glow a white light.

"Okay I'm up!" He hopped out of bed, ran into the bath room, and the slipped, his head landing outside on the carpet, somewhat comforting his fall. "Ouchies." He hissed.

"Oh by the way did I mention that I can't turn the shower knob off in this form, or shut the shower door. Hmm, oh well." By this point she has managed to escape the blankets and trotted by Daniel. "Awww, did little Dan Dan fall down and go boom. Let me kiss it and make it feel better." She lightly pecked his forehead turned around and digivolved; she then opened the door to the balcony and issued a warning. "I'll be back in half an hour be showered, dressed, and have eaten already."

"Or else what?"

"I love it when you play Mr. Tough guy it gives me time to play out all of my sadist dreams on you. Let's see, I'll take you out to a flag pole somewhere and…" she walked back over to him and whispered the rest into is ear.

"Half an hour you say?"

"Well actually you wasted about two minutes of it now."

"Bitch."

"But now that you mention it, twenty minutes seems ample time."

"You're evil."

"Flattery will get you in only more trouble sweetie." She nipped at his ear, pecked the side of his face, and then returned to the balcony. "I know I'm stunning, but you should get moving, she winked at him and leapt off the balcony and out of site.

In his mind, Danny, was thinking of ways to possibly get back at her later on. He sighed, "why do I put up with her, he then found some pictures under his pillow, and despite his skin color a visible blush could still be seen. "Oh that's right, she's an evil genius. Oh well might as well get started." He sighed again and walked into the bathroom.

...one week later