Questions that you had at the end of the last chapter may or may not yet be answered, but I do promise that the odd idea which came to my head will be revealed at the end of this chapter for those who have not figured it out yet.
A Sticky Situation
Chapter 2:- Unwanted Company
Renamon instantly forgot her argument with Terriermon as she caught sight of the Digi-Gnome above them. Here, at last, was a chance for her to get back to her Tamer, a chance for all of them to go back, and any quarrels were dispelled for the time being.
There was no time to lose. The Digi-Gnome was passing right over them and would keep going unless they intercepted it.
"Quick, Calumon and MarineAngemon, we can't let it go by. You guys have to go up and ask it to come down," she said.
Terriermon did not question the fact she was giving orders.
Calumon's ears expanded and he and the tiny mega took to the air and headed for the flying pixie-like creature. Its head swivelled to look at them, giggling as they approached.
It seemed to recognise Calumon and headed for him.
"Hiya, Glowy Guy," said Calumon happily as the Digi-Gnome began to circle him. He giggled. "You're funny. Do you want to play? Please?"
MarineAngemon rolled his eyes. It was just like Calumon to forget what they were doing and try to play.
He floated over and said, "No play."
"Huh?" asked Calumon. "Why not?"
"Wish," said MarineAngemon, pointing down at the anxious crowd below, staring up and wondering what was going on.
"Oh yeah," laughed Calumon.
The Digi-Gnome stopped circling and simply began to stare curiously at its two airborne companions. It chose to focus on Calumon, staring into his face and cocking its head. Calumon laughed again, because that was him. It was either laughter, or depression or panic.
"We have a wish. Can you come down? Please, please, pleasepleaseplease, please with a cream puff on top, pretty please."
The Digi-Gnome silently regarded Calumon as the tiny In-Training digimon began to cycle through every possible form of the word "Please" he could think of.
"…Super, ginormous please? Please smothered in Guilmon bread. Please…"
The Digi-Gnome's attention moved from Calumon to MarineAngemon. It cocked its head a second time, as if enquiring if MarineAngemon had an ulterior motive.
MarineAngemon nodded in confirmation and said "Please."
The Digi-Gnome giggled. MarineAngemon remembered that they had granted the wish of Azulongmon to create Calumon in the first place. Perhaps it was because they were so incredibly gigglish and playful that Calumon was, as if they'd poured a little of themselves into the catalyst, including his ability to fly without wings.
Abruptly the Digi-Gnome began to go lower in wide circles. Calumon cheered and MarineAngemon peeped in relief and flew down to rejoin the throng of digimon below them.
All of them stared up at the descending Digi-Gnome until it was going around and around them. It stopped in front of Guilmon and stared into his yellow eyes.
"Hello," said Guilmon, waving at the little newcomer. "You guys grant wishes, right?"
"Only if our hearts are really in it," said Renamon. "And the wish to get back to my Tamer is my only wish."
The Digi-Gnome turned to look at her and glided over and stared into her eyes instead. Even Renamon, whose piercing blue eyes could unnerve most champions, was herself slightly put out by the Digi-Gnome. It wasn't an unfriendly stare that it was giving her, but it felt like it was looking into her very soul.
Well, that makes sense, she thought to herself. After all, how else could they tell if your heart was really into that wish?
But it was still slightly scary. The Renamon species has secrets that they only entrust to a certain few. She was sure that the Digi-Gnome knew about them though.
Despite this, Renamon matched the stare and spread her arms wide in a gesture that suggested she had nothing whatsoever to hide from it.
"I implore of you, Digi-Gnome. We wish to return to the human world and be reunited with each of our Tamers, our friends and partners."
The Digi-Gnome circled her once, and then went to each of the others and circled them in turn. It was probably trying to see whether Renamon's wish really did apply to them all.
"Oh typical," said Impmon, suddenly. "You wait forever for a Digi-Gnome to turn up and then suddenly two turn up at once."
Many heads swung in his direction. He was correct. The first Digi-Gnome was studying Monodramon, but now there was another one circling Impmon.
"Actually, there's three," said Terriermon as another appeared out of nowhere.
"Four," said Monodramon, indicating another approaching one.
"My sensors say nine," said Guardromon.
"Nine!" blurted Terriermon. "What, one for each of us? And where on the Digital World have they all come from?"
"You reckon the first one summoned them?" asked Guilmon.
"No other explanation comes to mind, Pineapple-Head," said Impmon.
"Now what's it doing?" asked Lopmon, pointing at the first Digi-Gnome, which had just finished studying her. It was starting to glow with a bright white energy. It giggled again, and then it flew off, beginning to circle the entire group once more. The other eight joined it, copying everything it did from the movements to the glowing.
"This looks familiar," said Calumon.
"You reckon they'll do it?" asked Impmon.
"I hope so," said Monodramon.
"Momentai, you two. Of course they'll do it," said Guess Who. Renamon growled quietly and swished her tail, glancing at him through the corner of her eye.
The Digi-Gnomes suddenly chirped to each other and picked up the pace, leaving a trail of white light behind them until it surrounded the small group like a wall. They could see nothing beyond the cylinder of light, except the sky and the Planet Earth through the hole in the top. They all drew back from the walls of light, as if they were afraid that they would scorch them.
And suddenly, gravity seemed to be thrown out of whack.
All nine of them were lifted of their feet and then shot into the sky unceremoniously, tumbling head over heels and side to side, a couple of them wailing as they went and colliding with each other, except for MarineAngemon, who went weaving between them, but unable to go down.
"What's happening?" cried Guilmon.
"We're heading upwards," answered Monodramon. "Towards the human world."
"Couldn't they have made it an easier ride?" shouted Lopmon.
"This is not fun!" cried Calumon.
There were other cries from the others, but Renamon remained stoically silent. Impmon was yelling to Ai and Mako, while Guardromon faithfully grabbed Calumon and tried to calm him down.
Then came the sudden word which Renamon knew would be coming:-
"MOMENTAI!"
Renamon swung round to yell at the little bunny in mid-flight.
But at that precise moment, there was a colossal explosion as they broke through the Digital Barrier and they all went hurtling in a different direction. Then, each of them hit something which seemed to suck them through a vortex and vanish.
Terriermon watched as all of his friends were pulled through vortexes until he was the last one left. He glanced at the spot where Renamon had disappeared. She had seen her reaction when he had said the word and mentally cursed himself for saying the word so many times. He knew he was in for it as soon Renamon saw him again.
All this took place in a split second. Before he too was zinged off to one side and vanished through a portal of his own.
"There it is, you guys," said Takato, pointing at the pulsating orb of data. "The portal to the Digital World has reopened."
After discovering it he had hastily called all of the other Tamers together and they had all arrived at great speed – any chance of seeing their digimon again was not one which they wished to pass up at any cost.
Takato was Guilmon's Tamer – just as gullible and naïve as his partner and prone to violent mood swings and unnecessary screaming in battle situations.
"Does this mean I get to see Lopmon again?" asked little Suzie, clutching a doll in one arm which was half in and half out of the usual Princess Prettypants clothing which she usually liked to put on Terriermon before she knew he was real, and looking imploringly at her older brother, Henry. Her mispronunciation of the letter "R" had vanished over the previous year.
"Not just yet, Suzie," said Henry, who was Terriermon's partner and the complete opposite of the little white rabbit. He lacked Terriermon's wit and laid-back nature. He was much more sensible. "But it gives us an opportunity to get to them. We'll have to plan this out, and try and find another way back, since Grani's gone. I'd probably have to get dad and the Monster Maker's to make another Arc."
"Ugh, that'll take forever," said Rika, Renamon's Tamer. She used to be a wild one, destroying all Digimon she could find. Since then, she was now much friendlier, but she was still a rather sarcastic and impatient person and still hated most of the things she had hated before, like her school. "And who knows how long it'll remain open. It could only be a temporary thing. I say we go now."
"Brash as always, princess," said Ryo, the supposed legendary Tamer and partner to Monodramon. Rika snarled at him and he held his hands in protest. "I'm just saying that the Digital World is a dangerous place to be even with a digimon. We won't have any and who knows how long it will take for us to find them."
"Ryo has a point," said Henry.
"Of course he does. He's Ryo," said Kazu, Guardromon's partner and a rather big-headed boy. Ryo sighed. He and his friend Kenta had been enormous hero-worshippers when they had first met Ryo in the Digital World. Truth be told, he had found it slightly embarrassing to begin with but now it was just annoying. Kenta, MarineAngemon's Tamer, was getting better but Kazu stayed the same. It was as if he thought the sun shone out of Ryo's every orifice.
Kenta knew about Ryo's irritation with Kazu's behaviour, and Rika found it even more irritating, which is why she called them the moron twins constantly. Kenta nudged Kazu to make him shut up. Kazu did, but he wasn't entirely sure what for.
Ai and Mako looked on, uncertain of what they should be doing or saying. Their eyes were wide and they fidgeted uncomfortably. The two of them felt way out of their depth. Despite the fact they had first met the other Tamers at the precise time the Digimon were pulled back into the Digital World, they had been welcomed to the group with open arms.
But they had still never been in a situation that required such an important decision before. They stood in silence, both hoping nobody would ask them a question.
Jeri was also there, standing behind the two of them. She was the one who had brought them here, since their parents would not allow them out without a guardian. Jeri bit her lip sadly. The others all had a way of finding their partners. She had none.
She thought back to the time where Beelzemon had killed Leomon. That had been a terrible day for everyone, even Beelzemon. She had since forgiven him, as he had tried with all his strength to save her from the D-Reaper and would have succeeded if it weren't for her own stupid fear.
"I think you're both right," Henry was saying. "It could be only temporary, but it would be unwise to take unnecessary risks. What would our digimon think if we got killed looking for them? I don't think Renamon would ever stop beating herself up for not being there to protect you."
Rika frowned but nodded silently, though she still looked like she was going to dive into the portal at any second. Henry, Ryo and Takato looked at each other and mentally agreed that they'd jump on her if she tried.
There was a few more minutes of silent thought as they stared at the ball down the tunnel.
"Suzie, come on," Henry put a hand on his sister's shoulder. "We need to go and talk to Dad. The sooner we get this done the better in my opinion."
"Okay, Henry, I'm coming," said Suzie and both turned to walk back home, Henry lifting Suzie onto his back, causing her to shout "Yay! Piggyback!"
Some thing hadn't changed at all.
"I'd better go too," said Ryo and he turned to leave. The three of them left the hideout and set off, Henry and Suzie heading in a different to Ryo. The others also filed out and watched them walk off.
"Well, what will the rest of us do?" asked Kenta.
"Maybe some of us should go with Henry," suggested Takato. "More people asking for his Dad's help might get his attention."
"Gogglehead," snorted Rika. "He knows exactly how many of us there are anyway. It's not as if he's never met us. If less of us go, he'll get it done quicker to stop himself from being swamped with our requests."
"Oh, right, yeah," grinned Takato, sheepishly. "Well, in that case…"
There was a sudden flash of light nearby, which caused everyone to cover their eyes. Henry, Suzie and Ryo turned back to see what was going on. The light was coming from the trees opposite the hideout. It looked like a giant, white disc. A vortex of some kind.
"What the hell is happening?" yelled Rika.
"We're about to find out guys," cried Kazu. "Look."
He pointed at the swirling vortex. Two dark dots could be see in the centre and were growing bigger. The two of them took on some very familiar shapes.
"No way," said Takato.
Two figures suddenly hurtled out of it and the white light vanished as if someone had switched off a light-bulb.
The two figures rolled across the floor. One of them hooked one long ear around a tree and stopped herself, breathing a sigh of relief as she was drawn to a halt.
The other continued going, head-over-heels, going straight through Jeri's legs. He crashed into the fence surrounding the hideout with his back, shouting, "Aww nuts." He remained upside down, slumped on his shoulders. He looked upwards and found himself staring into Rika's disbelieving face.
"Not exactly the first face I was expecting to see," said the little purple rookie, wiping a red glove across his forehead.
"Impmon!" cried Ai and Mako at the same time to the second Digimon.
"Lopmon!" Suzie shouted, pushing herself off Henry's back and running back, her brother on her heels. Lopmon got to her feet and practically leaped into Suzie's bone crushing hug, not caring if she suffocated. She almost instantly regretted it as Lopmon found herself enveloped in a grip like steel, the hardest hug that Suzie had ever given anyone. She began writhing and trying to free her neck, while hugging Suzie back at the same time.
Impmon extricated himself from the fence and then threw one arm around each of his Tamers, laughing happily, then winked at Rika and Jeri.
"What?" asked Jeri. "But … how did you guys get here?"
Lopmon was already out of breath, so Impmon answered. "Took us a whole dang year but we managed to find a Digi-Gnome. We asked it to transport us here and it did. So here we are."
"Where are the others?" asked Henry. "Did you guys get separated by the Data Streams?"
"Nah, we managed to stay together," said Impmon, grinning like a maniac. "We stayed together."
"But what about Guilmon?" asked Takato, his head hanging and the usual depression and worry creeping in when it came to his partner. Impmon rolled his eyes. This happened all the time. He kept getting worried about Guilmon changing despite Guilmon's assurances that he wouldn't and in the end it had been Takato himself that had warped Guilmon into Megidramon.
"Well, Cyberdramon's around," said Ryo. "Though I'm not sure that's a good thing." The others turned to look at him. He was holding his blue D-Arc in one hand. The holographic projection was up and the beeping locator arrow was pointing into the city.
"I should get over there," he said, both worry and excitement in his voice. "Find him before he starts devouring things."
""Not a…problem," panted Lopmon. "He's…still…Monodramon." She was wheezing now. Henry looked worried and began tugging on Suzie's arms in an attempt to loosen her death grip lest she killed her partner during her reunion.
"Oh good," said Ryo. "I'll go find him then."
He ran off, following the arrow. Suzie finally realised what she was doing and released Lopmon, who drew in huge breaths, but still had her arms and ears wrapped around her partner. One by one, the others pulled out their D-Arcs and accessed the locator option. Most of them pointed in the same direction as Ryo's, but Kenta's and Takato's pointed deeper into the park.
"Okay guys," said Takato. "Meet back here once you've found your partners." They all nodded and split up, all of them bubbling with excitement.
Takato held his D-Arc, palm outwards, in the air. And screamed, loudly.
And pointlessly.
The others all momentarily stopped to watch him make a complete idiot of himself, then turned and kept going.
At last, their Digimon had returned.
Renamon found herself hurled head-first into the human world. She threw out her arms to land gracefully on them when she hit the ground.
The only problem with that was she was in the middle of a busy street.
And she was extremely high up.
She groaned to herself as she saw the people look up in shock as the white portal closed. She repositioned her body into a diagonal angle, straight as a die and aimed herself at the wall of a nearby building, tucking her arms into her sides and sticking her legs out backwards.
At the last second before she hit the wall head-first, she swung her legs down and they struck the wall, pads first, her knees bending and absorbing the shock. Her paws shot out and her claws went straight through the concrete, sending chips of it flying down.
Now she was hanging on the side of a wall of what appeared to be an office building, in the middle of a busy street, with many people gazing up at her. She looked downwards at them. Little kids were pointing up at her and adults were placing their hands on their arms or shoulders, and all had their mouths open partially, some with fascination, others with fear.
Some of the kids were running towards her, great excitement etched on their faces. Renamon's pricked ears caught the words, "It could be my partner," from one of them and several variants from others. She wasn't surprised they didn't know who she was. In most of the news videos that had featured her against the D-Reaper, she had been either Taomon or Sakuyamon at the time.
She did not particularly want to go near those kids and get bombarded with pleas she could not and would not accept.
She noticed a window nearby to her was half open and she tensed her legs to spring into it.
On the second she did, a blinding flash of light occurred above her head. She looked up, shielding her eyes, to see another white vortex had opened high in the air. And out of it came a figure.
A small figure with huge ears.
It was white.
Renamon groaned again.
Terriermon came hurtling towards her, yelling at the top of his lungs. He desperately shot his ears out and expanded them. They filled with ear and became parachutes, allowing him to float gently down. He sighed in relief.
Then he looked down and yelled in fear.
It wasn't the fact that Renamon was staring up at him from the side of a building. It was the mob of excited children pointing up at him. The words "partner" and "Tamer" reached his ears.
And he was going to land right in the middle of them.
In a strained hope he steered himself in Renamon's direction, mentally pleading that she wouldn't let him fall into their clutches. He looked down. The groping hands were reaching up. His fevered imagination remembered horror films he had seen at Henry's, of demons reaching their hands through holes in hell.
Below, Renamon saw the terror on his face.
I can't let anyone go through that if I can help it, thought Renamon. Not even him. He'll be torn apart. They'll play tug-of-war with him. Never mind how Ai and Mako were with Impmon. That would be incredibly painful.
She reached out with one arm and grabbed him by one ear, pulling him up short as he fell past.
Terriermon breathed a sigh of relief and there were cries of disappointment from the children and horror from the adults. Evidently they thought the fox was going to kill the rabbit.
"Oh thank you, Renamon," screamed Terriermon, grabbing her around the waist and hugging her tightly. "Thank you. Thank you."
Renamon growled in disgust and pulled him off by his ear.
"Why did I have to land with you?"
Terriermon looked hurt. "Hey, I thought we'd put what happened yesterday behind us."
"You assume too much," growled Renamon and then she flipped through the half-open window, dragging Terriermon in with her and dumping him on the floor.
A woman working at her desk screamed. Renamon ignored her and walked over to the door, pulling it open and entering the deserted corridor. Terriermon followed, leaving the door open.
"What's the matter?" asked Terriermon.
"There is the small fact that I apologised to you for what I said last night but you didn't apologise to me for calling me a bitch, and all those other names."
Terriermon blinked. I need to apologise? That's why she's mad. Couldn't she tell that I was lashing out at her just because she lashed out at me?
"Come on, Renamon," said Terriermon. "You know I didn't mean it."
"No I don't," said Renamon. "You joke around so often that I don't know when to believe you are being serious or whether you were joking. But you sounded serious that time. You don't just call someone a bitch in a joking way."
She started down the corridor of the office building. Terriermon followed.
And outside, a man was talking into a small handheld radio and staring at the point where Renamon and Terriermon had disappeared.
Renamon walked purposefully with an angry look on her face. A couple of working people they encountered looked up. They both screamed, Renamon looked like she wanted to commit murder. They darted into the nearest office and hid.
Terriermon was jogging a little to keep up with her long strides.
"I can't believe you don't know when I'm joking or not," Terriermon was saying. "You really think that I thought you were a bitch and all those other words? When have words like that ever, ever come out of my mouth and been serious, Renamon? Or is it just because it is me that you can't accept that in your mind? Jesus, Momentai."
Too late did Terriermon realise his error and his hand covered his mouth, but Renamon had whirled around and grabbed him around the stomach in one paw. She lifted him up until he was level with her eyes. Terriermon's fingers and ears scrabbled at her fingers, trying to loosen them, but they remained in place.
"You don't even realise you're doing it do you?" she hissed at him.
"Not really," admitted Terriermon. "It just comes natural to me."
"Well it shouldn't. Every time you say that word I have a sudden and almost irresistible urge to feed you to the next hungry digimon I find that would be willing to eat you. What is it going to take for me to break through to you?"
"I don't know," said Terriermon, beginning to flare up a little himself now. "Perhaps you should come down off your high horse. You expect me to stop do something so it'll suit you? You aren't the boss of me. You can't order me about."
"I am fully aware of that," said Renamon. "But perhaps you shouldn't be so selfish. I am not the only one with a problem with it."
"Perhaps not," said Terriermon. "But you're the only one who's yelling at me about it. Everybody else at least pretends that they don't mind and they are friendly to me. And I've always been nice and open about myself, my personality and my past with everyone, including you. When have you ever done that? You're all reserved and never talk to us like friends, only like fellow warriors."
"Perhaps that is because I am a warrior," argued Renamon. "And there are things about my race which are for us and a select few others to know about and you, I'm afraid, are not one of them."
"Such as what?"
"Oh, but you don't understand the concept about a secret, do you? If you ever heard about something that someone else didn't want people knowing, you automatically spread the secret as far as possible."
"Are you telling me that there is some almighty reason why you never eat with us? That's what sparked all this of yesterday isn't it? What could possibly be so secretive to get into an argument like this anyway?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yeah, I would. But you're obviously not going to tell me."
"Damn straight."
"Yeah, well, I'm not going to stop saying my word because it doesn't please your highness."
"It's time you stopped being selfish."
"That's just hypocritical. You should take your own advice. Stop being selfish."
"I put up with that word for an entire year before I finally snapped. That is anything but selfish."
"Whatever. If you're ever willing to allow me anywhere near you after this conversation, or perhaps be more open with us then I'm gonna be happy to listen to you. But right now, we are not friends and I will not act the way people who don't like me want me too."
"Then we have a problem."
"Too right," Terriermon's expression softened. "Why can't you confide in us? Is that all you consider us to be? Colleagues? Acquaintances? Were you ever actually our friend?"
"Yes, Terriermon, I was your friend, and I still am friends with all of the others."
"They why don't you confide in them, and why not with me when we were friends?"
"You are never going to learn my secret, Terriermon."
"And as long as I'm around, you're going to have put up with "Momentai.""
Renamon's grip tightened slightly and her eyes hardened even more. Terriermon matched her gaze.
"Even I think this is a stupid argument," he said. "An argument over a Cantonese word and a stupid secret. Now, can you please put me down so that I don't have to be near someone who hates my guts?"
"Are you going to apologise?"
"You know what, I don't think I will. I don't think you deserve an apology. You say yourself that you are no longer my friend. Now can you put me down?"
Renamon did not reply.
"Hello? Earth to Renamon. I asked you to put me down."
Renamon was staring over his shoulder. He twisted in her grip to follow her line of sight with his own eyes. Down the corridor where they had been about to go down were two people. They were wearing nondescript clothing and staring at them both in apprehension. They didn't look like office workers or security. Visitors perhaps?
Terriermon began to wriggle in Renamon's grip. Renamon seemed to remember that he was there and said, "Stop squirming. What are you going to do? Attack them?"
"No," whispered Terriermon. "But they're blocking my way out. I can just startle them out of the way, that's all."
"They are innocent bystanders, Terriermon," said Renamon.
"I know," said Terriermon. "And I'm not gonna hurt them."
"You'll frighten them."
"Oh, like you haven't done that already."
He wrenched himself out of her paw by grabbing her wrist with his ears and pushing. Renamon's grip loosened and he kicked off from her paw and took of down the corridor, ears spread and gliding at the humans at high speed.
"Banzai!" he yelled.
And then, to his horror, both men drew a pistol from behind their backs and aimed both straight at him. Guns! These people had guns? But they didn't look at all like security men.
Terriermon quickly tilted one ear and lifted the other, turning in mid-air and gliding back the way he come. He heard both guns fire behind him and then something hit him in the back.
He yelped and went shooting down the corridor at speed, no longer gliding. He crashed headfirst into something solid and the entire world went black.
Terriermon came around slowly. His eyes opened just a fraction. He could see nothing, just blackness. From a moment of panic he thought that he had gone blind, but then he saw a faint glimmer of light in front of him.
It appeared that he was in a sack of some kind and he could see the light through a tiny hole in the side.
Where was he? He remembered the guns and yelped. His ear reached around to his back and tried to feel it, but all he encountered was a smooth surface. There was something or other draped across his back.
A bandage?
No, it couldn't be. It covered his entire body under his head, including his limbs. It was tight, like a glove, and strangely his back was only stinging a little. There were no massive holes where the bullets would have torn open his flesh.
So what had hit him?
He could feel motion. The bag, or whatever he was in, was moving. Someone was carrying it.
Then what was he lying on? Because it certainly wasn't the bottom of a bag. It felt firmer ands more tickly.
His eyes adjusted to the gloom.
He was in a much bigger bag than he had thought – the size of a person. But he was lying flat. That was odd. The sack must be on a stretcher of some sort, he reasoned. And whoever has got me is wheeling me somewhere.
He looked down at the thing he was lying on.
He balked.
It was Renamon and she was out like a light.
He was lying on her chest, just on the white mane of fur she had around her neck. If she wakes up and sees me lying on her, he thought, I'm as good as deleted. She'd probably eat me alive.
With that he rolled off to the side.
Or at least, he tried to.
He attempted to roll over to the right but he remained where he was. He was shocked. Was he paralysed? No. He could feel the fur tickling him. But he couldn't move from the neck down.
It was the stuff draped across him, holding him there.
Just before he could wonder what it was, Renamon groaned and her eyes opened.
"Ugh, what happened?" she moaned.
"I didn't do it," said Terriermon quickly.
Renamon's eyes focused and looked down like the little white rabbit lying on her chest. Then she shut them and moaned.
"I was hoping I was dreaming," she said.
"That's not very nice," scowled Terriermon. "If you don't want me to be here then why don't you just remove this stuff from my back? I can't lift it off myself."
"I can't take it off you either I'm afraid," said Renamon.
"Why not?" asked Terriermon.
Renamon shifted position slightly and motioned with her head. Terriermon looked and saw that she had moved her arms which had been behind her back. She had moved them both to the same side just far enough for Terriermon to see that they were crossed and there was a thick rope wrapped around both wrists, binding them tightly.
Terriermon blinked.
"Ankles too," said Renamon.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WHILE I WAS…"
"SSSSHHH!" hissed Renamon, unable to shut his mouth with her hand, but the damage was done.
"Well, they're awake, sir," said a human voice from outside the bag.
Something long and thin came down on Terriermon's back, hard. He yelped in pain.
"Keep it down in there," said another voice.
Terriermon gritted his teeth and said, more quietly, "What the hell happened while I was out? Who's got us?"
"I don't know," said Renamon. "But I do know that this was no accident. They came prepared for us. Whatever that stuff was that came out of their guns got us both stuck."
"What did it look like?"
"It was a clear liquid-like substance that coated you, me and the wall behind us. You were already unconscious, so they sprayed me with a knock-out gas of some kind and then I woke up here, cut from the wall and with my wrists and ankles tied."
"Then what's covering me?"
"The liquid stuff dried very quickly."
"What's that supposed to mean? Wait, cut from the wall?"
"It means that after you got hit with it you collided with me and it dried. I hit the wall and was practically cemented to it by the substance. But you Terriermon, you had been glued to my chest."
It took a few moments for Terriermon to comprehend this.
"And this stuff on my back is that stuff, is it?"
"Yes."
"So I'm still glued to your chest."
"Yes."
"Which is why I can't move from the neck down."
"Yes."
"And both of us have been kidnapped by forces unknown and being taken to Who-Knows-Where."
"Yes."
Terriermon swore.
"For once we agree on something," said Renamon.
That's right people. This is the idea that occurred to me. Call me what you like, I think its funny. Terriermon and Renamon have little contact even when they're all together in the series so I thought it would be funny to stick them together, literally. Please note that I will not be writing any more until I receive positive feedback from enough people.
Next time…
Who were those men? What is that substance? And how on earth is Renamon going to cope with this situation?
Coming up:- Chapter 3 : Taken