Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Digimon names, characters, etc., except for my own character.
Author's Notes: Ah, finally I get to use my creative mind to come up with something new. The past two chapters have both been simple recaps of the episodes that I watched, but from here on out everything will be original and my own ideas. If there are similarities to any other story, I apologize for it in advance. Also, a shout out to all those who reviewed my story thus far. It's your support that keeps me going strong. Arigatou!! I've made a bit of a mistake with the name for my OC. In the preview in the second chapter, I typed his name as Hitori when it should be Tsubaki. Don't ask how I got them mixed up; I'm not even sure myself.
Warning: This story is M rated for a reason. There are lemons and limes (B/N: And apples and oranges?) in this story, though not necessarily this chapter, as well as zoophilia/bestiality (for those who don't know this is sex between human and animal, technically Digimon aren't human so I'll list them under animals) and age play (once again for those who aren't into these sexual terms age play is sex or sexual play between people with a large age discrepancy, often called pedophilia). Everything here is consensual and there's nothing forced. I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 3: Forging a Friendship
The next day was troubling for Renamon, her faith in humans now shattered. As she sat atop a roof, her eyes watched the sun slowly rise to create an array of pink, purple and blue across the morning sky. Eyes slowly closed, body basking in the warmth that the sun brought. What do I do now? Without a Tamer, I'll slowly disappear...
Meanwhile, in three different houses, Henry, Takato, and Rika woke up to get ready for school, each grabbing their bags and running off before the late bell rang. Terriermon watched Henry rush out the door with a wave and a "bye," eyes watering as if to say, "TAKE ME WITH YOU!!" Suzie was still sleeping beside the dog Digimon, though just about to wake up. Not wanting to be her plaything today, Terriermon quickly jumped out of the window and hopped onto the rooftop, ramming into a mass of fur and muscle.
"Oof…who put that wall there?" Terriermon rubbed his head while opening his eyes to look up at the object he had run into. Eyes open even wider as cold, icy blue eyes stare down at the dog Digimon. The smaller Digimon trembled a bit, knowing the cold nature of the other. His fear quickly turned into confusion and surprise as the fox simply turned away from their staring contest and looked back towards the horizon. Her eyes had a longing look to them, almost as if she had lost a part of herself. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Renamon simply continued to stare at the horizon, her thoughts nothing but a jumble of words. Nothing seemed to come out right when she worked it out in her head, but one thing was sure: she needed to talk this out with someone. "Have you ever felt so lost that you lose who you are?" At this question, the floppy-eared creature cocked his head to the side, turning to fall onto his soft bottom and take a seat next to the female.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean, but sometimes I feel lost when Henry leaves for school. I'm sure Guilmon feels the same way most of the time because Takato is always away from him. I think that when we're separate from our Tamers, our connection weakens and we feel lost. Momentai, I'm sure things will work out with Rika in the end."
The mention of the Tamer's name sent a sharp pain up Renamon's spine, a feeling of depression pressing against the back of her head. Renamon quickly shook off these feelings and sighed, eyes now looking down at the busy streets below. Terriermon gave a soft whine as he stared at the yellow-furred beauty, wandering just what was going wrong with his Digimon friend.
--MOMENTAI—
School ended quickly for Rika, her thoughts having kept her in a daze for most of the day. As she shuffled back home, she wondered about what Renamon was doing right now. She's probably off fighting by herself again…isn't this what I wanted? To have a strong Digimon?
Little did she know that the D-Scanner she dropped the day before had already turned back into its original scanner, becoming useless in battle. Each step home seemed to echo Rika's bad mood, causing most of the people to give her a wide berth. Turning towards the door to her compound, she could make out the sounds of someone fighting behind them. Her mother was off somewhere, and surely she couldn't know how to fight. Her grandmother was out of the question. So who was here?
Opening the door, she spotted her cousin who had, long ago, moved to America. At the sound of the door opening, the young boy turned his head and stared at Rika with eerie silver-blue eyes. "You're home." It was more of a statement than a question.
His stature was quite slender and small, being only ten years old and standing at a mere four feet high. Long silver hair hung loosely behind him, tied at the end with a hair-tie. All in all, he looked much like a girl, save for his obvious male features. On him was his typical attire for fighting: a white martial arts uniform.
"What are you doing here?" Even when speaking to her family members, Rika's voice carried that cold tone.
Tsubaki paused in the middle of one of his katas and glanced to the side, the corner of his eerie eyes staring at her. He smirked slightly before turning completely, sweat glistening on his forehead. Closing his eyes, Tsubaki simply walked right past Rika, as if she wasn't even there, and grabbed the towel hanging from a hook on the wall.
Irked by the boy's ignorance, Rika stomped over to him and moved to punch him. "Hey, I asked you a question, cousin."
Without so much as an upward glance, Tsubaki calmly caught the incoming fist with his own dainty one, slowing the punch to a complete stop. "You were never a match for me, Nonaka-sama." Such a respectful boy, but the tone he used seem to mock her title as the Ice Queen. Rika watched as the young prodigy let her hand go and walked off with a smug grin into one of the houses.
"A word of warning, Nonaka-sama," called out the child from the doorway. "Your rude behavior towards others will only hurt you in the end."
Now fully annoyed and angered beyond reason, the ex-Tamer stomped off towards her own room, locking it securely and signing onto her computer. Perhaps some surfing could get her mind off her recent problems…
--MOMENTAI—
Night fell on the city residents, covering them all with a peaceful blanket of darkness…all but one. Renamon stalked the rooftops, hopping from building to building. As she jumped, the fox contemplated all the events that had occurred, from her "relationship" with her Tamer and the battle that she was able to fight alone. Suddenly, a cold and evil sensation washed over Renamon, stopping her dead in her tracks. Blue eyes quickly scanned the area and tried to track the source of the uncomfortable feeling; however, her usually perceptive eyes caught nothing out of the ordinary.
The yellow creature shrugged it off as a side effect of the way she was feeling and continued jumping from rooftop to rooftop, her feet subconsciously taking her back to the Nonaka compound. Behind her, the shadows blblurredur to reveal a creature that was thought to be deleted. A smug grin formed on his lips as he spread out his white wings and took the sky, leaving behind a trail of ice and snow. "You'll be mine again, my Ice Queen…"
--MOMENTAI—
"Tsubaki, come help your grandma with dinner." The old lady slowly sauntered into the kitchen, followed by the prodigy. His impassive face remained emotionless as he walked through the kitchen with a flair only owned by masters of their craft. Knives and food flew throughout the kitchen, though each item was accurately cutting something or falling into a dish or pot. His grandmother simply stood off to the side, proud of her grandson for being so smart, no matter what task was set before him.
Within twenty minutes, all the food was set on the table, laid out in its glory. If you looked close enough, the dishes seemed to sparkle with radiance. Both grandmother and grandson took their seats while Rika followed the smell of food into the dining room and sat down at the end.
"Itadekimasu." All three said the traditional word before diving into the food. The atmosphere was slightly uncomfortable, what with Rika glaring at her hated cousin. Elder Nonaka watched with amused eyes and simply shook her head. Rika had always been jealous of Tsubaki.
Tsubaki quietly stood up with his clean dishes and set them aside in the sink to wash later. He bowed respectively to his grandmother and walked back to the dojo to practice again. After all, though he already mastered it, he could always improve his speed and flexibility. As he walked though his katas, he felt a pair of eyes on him from the open dojo door. Tsubaki stopped and walked outside, looking around for a bit with his lazy eyes before walking back in and resuming his forms.
Renamon let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Something about the young child made her feel intimidated, scared and submissive even. She continued to watch him, slowly moving closer and closer to the dojo door at a pace that would hopefully make her undetectable. The crafty fox slipped in easily past the doors and hid herself in the corner, hiding behind some weaponry. Just as she took a step to get a better view, Tsubaki stopped his katas and walked over to the weapon stack. Another breath was held as the young boy walked closer and closer.
Tsubaki didn't seem to notice Renamon, simply grabbing a katana without a guard. Walking to another door, he pulls out several bundles of hay, placing them randomly around the room. He stood at the center of the room, eyes closing to calm himself. Suddenly, those icy-blue eyes opened to show a fierce fire in them. With inhuman speed, the young prodigy flew at the bundles of hay and slashed at them. Just as he sliced through the last bundle, all the hay simply fell down, cleaved straight across the middle. He sheathed the katana and set up bamboo sticks in the same exact places. They were smaller and harder than hay, much harder targets. Again, Tsubaki cut through them with little resistance.
At this point, Renamon was standing, careless of her position and visibility. She watched as Tsubaki set up thick logs in the places where the bamboo fell. This wasn't possible! No child should be able to have this much power. Nevertheless, the young boy continued to amaze her as the same move cut through the logs with the same ease and speed. Tsubaki stood at the center, facing away from the fox and closed his eyes again. "So, you came."
Renamon let out a small gasp and slowly walked out from her hiding place, not knowing what she should do now that she was caught. Tsubaki slowly turned to face her and sheathed his katana, walking towards her to place the weapon back on the rack. The two faced each other for a few minutes, eyes scanning eyes to try and measure up the abilities of their opponent. Suddenly, both let loose a punch, easily caught by the opposing force. Renamon smirked as their sparring began.
Kicks, punches, and blocks were all used to fight, each movement nothing more than a blur. For the first time since she appeared in this world, Renamon was having fun. Sure, it was painful, but the sheer exhilaration of meeting a worthy opponent was worth it. Tsubaki kept up with her attacks and speed, blocking everything with a grace she couldn't imagine. Suddenly, a sweep kick swiped at her lower legs, leaving her unbalanced to fend off the sudden punch to her midsection. Despite being defeated, Renamon wanted retaliation and kicked at his legs to make them buckle.
Heaving, Renamon looked up into the silver-blue eyes, orbs so captivating it felt as though her spirit had left her body, leaving her completely unable to move, breathe, turn away. The younger boy's body was light on top of her, though the exercise they had just gone through made it seem as though he was pinning her to the ground. For a moment, two hearts thumped as one, sweat pouring off both their bodies but neither seeming to mind. Just as quickly as he pinned her to the ground, Tsubaki quickly stood up and collected himself, turning away to hide the light blush rising to his cheeks.
Renamon watched with a strange feeling in her chest as the younger boy stood there, bashfully hiding his face. Just as he began to take his first few steps towards the dojo door, the fallen creature reacted automatically, reaching out and grabbing his hand. "Wait."
That one word hung there between them, one of them surprised at hearing it and the other at saying it. She quickly let his hand go, though the boy made no movement to leave after that. Standing slowly, Renamon let out a sigh to try and compose herself, reigning her emotions again.
"You don't need to do that around me, you know." His voice sounded so soft and comforting, rendering all of Renamon's attempts at collecting herself useless. Blue eyes glance up at silver-blue once, meeting them in a mournful gaze.
"It's all I know…Rika taught me to keep my emotions controlled. I can only be strong when I'm in control." Her response seemed foolish, even to the fox. Tsubaki smirked, though not menacingly, and turned around to head towards the dojo door once more.
"You should go get some rest, Renamon. I'm sure you'll be needed tomorrow."
Renamon stood there, watching as the boy walked away. When he was out of earshot, she hung her head and whispered to the wind. "No, I'm not…" With those last words, she phased into the shadows, leaving the dojo as empty and still.
Just as she was about to step out of the compound, Renamon quickly turned around and jumped atop one of the roofs, peering into the window to watch the now sleeping boy. Who was he, this person that could make her feel so comfortable? With Rika, it was always work and control; there was never any time to play. She always had to keep her emotions in check. But around this boy, she could be herself. Who was he?
--MOMENTAI—
Morning brought another boring and passive day filled with school and work. Tsubaki decided to see what schools in Japan were like and headed towards Rika's school, tailing her from a distance. The aforementioned girl was fuming; having her genius cousin follow her around wasn't helping her already angry mood. As the pair reached the school gates, Tsubaki disappeared into the field and watched with feigned interest. The kids were laughing and kicking a soccer ball back and forth. Others were playing tennis, basketball, football even. Tsubaki seated himself at the corner of the field and continued to watch.
The day went by quickly for Tsubaki, wandering from place to place. When the sound of the school bell pierced through the air, the young boy headed back towards the compound. School was boring; practicing his katas was much more fun than listening to lectures he already studied back in the States. Tsubaki walked along the streets of Japan, looking at all the stores. He had to admit; though the schools sucked here, their technology was very advanced.
Suddenly, the boy's senses went wild, causing him to go on the defensive. Around him, mist started forming, causing him to lose his vision, save for a small circle, almost like an arena. In the middle of the circle, the space began to deform, turning into a hole. A winged figure flew out from the hole and headed straight towards Tsubaki with her horned helmet. Tsubaki dove to the side, rolling to evade the attack. The figure smirked and flapped her wings, keeping herself steady in midair.
"What do you want with me?" Tsubaki eyed the creature. It appeared just like the other Digimon had. Judging from her sudden attack, the boy guessed that she wanted something from him.
"Harpymon just wants to play!" cried out the winged figure. She dove again, making the boy roll into the street. Every aerial attack caused Tsubaki to keep dodging – her height made it hard for him to counter. A low attack made Tsubaki jump into the air, but this only made him vulnerable to Harpymon's ability to fly. He shut his eyes and waited for the impact, but the grunt that sounded wasn't his own. Falling unceremoniously onto the ground, he opened his eyes to see Renamon clutching her arm. She must have taken the hit for him.
The fight quickly became one-sided. Harpymon was a higher level, but Renamon had much more experience and had absorbed much data, strengthening her basic abilities. Harpymon kept flying around, trying to evade the swipes that the fox made with her razor-sharp claws. Renamon finally jumped into the air, curled into a ball and cried out her attack. "Diamond storm!" Blades of crystal rained down on the harpy, striking and deleting her instantly. The fox landed gracefully on her feet and closed her eyes as the other digimon's data absorbed into her own.
Now that the fight was over, the field dissipated, leaving the area exactly as it was before. Renamon turned to look at Tsubaki and then quickly ran off, not wanting to confront him. Confused and slightly injured, Tsubaki continued his trek back home.
Behind him, Rika glared at his back. Why would Renamon come to save her cousin? Even more anger boiled inside her, mixing with the jealousy that had mounted since the return of her beloved cousin. Renamon belonged to her and her only; no one else could have her. With that mindset, she stomped her way back to the compound.
When she arrived, she heard noise in the dojo again. Gritting her teeth, she kept her impassive mask on and walked off into her room. In the comfort of her room, she locked the door behind her and headed towards the computer. Beside it was the scanner that she used to control Renamon. Since the battle that Renamon had ought alone, it had returned back to a regular scanner for game uses. Rika went back to get it when she noticed she didn't have her D-Arc, but when she got there, all that was left was the regular scanner. Since then, she had tried to find a blue card to make it turn back into a D-Arc again, but all her efforts were futile. Sighing, she signed onto her computer and began to play her Digimon game. Maybe being on top would allow her to become a Tamer again.
--MOMENTAI—
After dinner, Tsubaki walked back into the dojo in his uniform and went through his katas, this time with more preciseness and speed. Harder forms took longer and more concentration, making sweat bead on his body. As Tsubaki began challenging katas, the sweat on his body drenched through the shirt of his uniform. No one was around to see him, so the young boy carelessly tossed the shirt to the side, leaving his lightly toned body bare. Little did he know that, like last night, he had an audience.
Renamon watched the prodigy from the door again, stepping closer and closer to him. His back was towards her, and all his concentration poured into the forms he went through. Renamon held her hand up to block as the form made the boy spin around with a chop. Surprised silver-blue eyes look up at the fox, though quickly warming up to her presence. Thus began round two of their sparring session. The Kitsune vowed that she wouldn't go down so easily this time.
Again, counters were made to try and cause the other to fall, all attempts blocked with another counter. The pair seemed to be dancing more than anything, both moving with a grace that could only come from true practice. Tsubaki's mind wandered for a second to think about why Renamon was here again. That split second was all that Renamon needed to get through Tsubaki's defenses and strike his shoulder with her palm. Tsubaki's eyes opened wide as he began to fall backwards, his leg accidentally hitting Renamon's own and causing her to fall.
Tsubaki closed his eyes and braced for the impact of the ground, and then the furry being falling on top of him. The hard wooden floor was expected; soft lips against his own were not.
—OMAKE—OMAKE—OMAKE—OMAKE—OMAKE—OMAKE—OMAKE—
Sneak preview of Unwanted Emotions
She groped around the darkness, the hazy atmosphere clouding her senses. There was someone here, someone threatening her life. A harsh cry pierced the air from somewhere behind her, causing the fox to tense up and turn quickly. In front of her, the space shifts to form a corridor. Renamon quickly ran through the hallways, trying to follow the sound of the whimpers that hung in the air. Just as she turned the last corner, she watched, with mournful eyes, the sight before her, a howl of sorrow echoing through the room. There, before she could save him, was Tsubaki's body, bloodied and broken. A dark figure emerged from the darkness, taking the form of Rika. "You'll always belong to me, Renamon…" Rika raised her hand, a club gripped tightly in her fingers, and swiftly brought it down against Renamon's head.
—OWARI—OWARI—OWARI—OWARI—OWARI—OWARI—OWARI—
So, do you guys like the story so far? Please keep reviewing and keeping this author's spirits alive. I thrive off your reviews!! Anyways, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon. If you guys want to submit a scene for me to try out, you're welcome to do so; I'm making this stuff up as I go. Here's hoping you guys hear from me soon -
Reviews:
Slade2.0: Well, I'm glad you enjoy reading my work. It's not really my best, and I update very rarely, but it's something I do in my free time. I hope you continue to enjoy it. Oh, and I can't help it if some scenes are "mushy romance fluff." I'm a sucker for those kind of stuff. There will be a few romance scenes, so I apologize in advance.
The Evil Sound Ninja: I'm not sure if you do or do not like the story o.o but technically Rika did hurt Renamon that night after the battle. I just took those emotions to a more extreme level.
