The fox that cried vampire- chapter 3
A re-write by outlaw torn
This is a re-write of Chibi Renamon's "the fox who cried vampire" the idea and basic plotline is his, everything else though has been Re-done by me.
Authors note; this contains vampirism, crossbreeding, and violence. Plus I use all Japanese names and attacks. Also, "fade to black"; published by creeping death music.
Not tomorrow
Renamon had been gone for a while, Ruki Makino wasn't that worried though; Renamon always came back.
She was standing in her room, practicing one of her more charming hobbies. Knife throwing. Ruki had taken it up to help Renamon in fights, but it had become sort of a mantra, like a ritual. She always did when she felt stressed or upset. Or if she had anger to vent, which was what she was using it for right now.
She had set up an old dartboard she had found in an alley onto her bedroom wall. She used it for target practice. Her mother might find it weird that she was inside her room all day after school, but then her mother was a ditz, she probably couldn't take care of a goldfish never mind help Ruki with her problems.
Ruki arched her back as she fingered the steel knife in her hand. She was in her street clothes, minus her shoes she didn't need to wear in doors.
She drummed her fingers over the steel handle, lost in thought. She took it blade first, and threw. The knife cut air, and stuck into the dartboard blade first, blade first into an extra Renamon digimon card from her one of her decks. The knife tore it in half, one half falling to the ground like a leaf, the other embedded into the dartboard by the knife.
She smiled, a corner of the mouth smile. "Who does Renamon think she is? I'm her tamer! Where does she get off being such a bitch like that? …I'll just have to work her harder when she gets back I guess," she said to the empty room. She got rid of her smile as she readied her second knife. This one stuck right into the middle of the remaining half of the card, cleaving the half into two more pieces, the pieces tumbling down onto the floor.
She nodded her head at the board, in acknowledgement of herself. She walked over to where the pieces of card lay, bent down and shuffled them into her hands, crumpling them up. As she raised up out her crouch her eyes traced over the dartboard. At how many holes she had put in it, many of them in anger, some of them in anger against Renamon. "How could that fox be such a bitch?" she asked herself again. She had been since she had thrown her out that night.
Her mind wandered. Back to times that she couldn't quite remember, memories of her mother, her grandmother, and someone else. A man, a tall broad shouldered man. Wearing a dark suit, like one of the well-dressed men she could see taking the train in the mornings. Nothing more than a silhouette against the sun, his features obscured by the light. She remembered that he wasn't happy, unhappy about something, talking in an angry voice to her mother. She remembered her grandmother was there too, that she was unhappy as well, and then grandmother had picked her up and brought her into another room, her room, until the angry voices stopped in the kitchen.
She must have been three, or four, just a baby. She had other memories, dreams mostly, but the sun memory was the one that she could remember clearly. The others were mostly patchwork quilts of images and sounds. She wondered if the man in her dreams was her father, she had never known anything but her mother and grandmother. She didn't remember a man that said he was her father, just the memory she had a kid.
She had asked her mother about her father and she always changed the subject, like she was avoiding the question. Her grandmother always told Ruki to "not worry about it".
She would sit up at night sometimes, thinking about the person who was supposed to be there. She stopped caring about things, about a lot of things. Like what clothes she was going to wear for the day, or how she was going to do her hair, petty girl things. Things that petty, spoiled girls with fathers did.
Fuck you. That's what she told the girls of her class before she'd changed to her new one. "Fuck you" she told them, the whole group of them. After they told Ruki what they thought about her way of tying her hair back. Ruki remembered how they shrunk back at her statement, in fear or in shock. The experience had taught her that she would have to be strong; it taught her that if she wanted something, you couldn't rely on anyone for anything. That was about the time she had adopted wearing T-shirts and jeans instead of what her mother bought for her. "Fuck'em" she told herself. She would turn herself into a man, for what she wanted, if that was what it took. What she wanted the most was to see Renamon evolve into the adult stage, that was her dream. When she had won the highest-ranking digimon card tournament; she thought that was the end. She had accomplished her goal, that she had set for herself, to be the best. But then, she was the best, and she still didn't care…
After the tournament, everything was over; her goal had been reached. What was left? Turn into a mindless doll like her mother? Or maybe a good little cook like her grandmother? She sat in her room, alone.
There was the underpass she went over each day… she could just hop of that and… she thought about it for a long time, staring into space. She made up her mind. She was going to go to School the next day, just to see what she would be missing, she was almost out of school but that didn't matter. She was going to get out of school just like normal, and take a little vertical drop right into afternoon traffic. With her mind set to that, she relaxed, she still had a goal, and that was to not be.
Then Renamon came. And she had a purpose again. Instantly there was a new goal for her, to be the best digimon tamer in existence. She had set all of her concentrations onto Renamon. Made sure the fox trained everyday, battled whenever she could, and have no pity.
She thought of herself as lucky. She got to have a strong digimon, and one as skilled as Renamon was. In the days after Renamon came, she thought about her, about how graceful and magnificent her fighting ability was. And about how she looked.
Renamon's body was designed after the Kitsune, a trickster spirit from native Japanese mythology. Some of the legends described them as some sort of cartoonish type creature that would appear out of thin air, poke you in the ass with something, and then disappear giggling wildly. Of course there were the serious legends that portrayed them as proud and vengeful creatures. Those whoever teased them or treated them poorly were cursed, cursed for a thousand years…
"Renamon's not like that though, she listens to me, I tell her to take a hike, she does what I say, she's not some all powerful spirit that's going to curse me or not do as I say, she wanted a strong tamer, and she got one, simple as that!" she said mentally.
She turned from the dartboard and dropped the pieces of the card onto her table.
The lights were low in the room, because it was late. She kept the lights dim so her mother wouldn't notice her still being up. She was still in high school, but she wasn't a little kid anymore, she at least got to stay up as long as she saw fit. But keeping everyone awake and in her hair was not something she wanted.
Ruki sat on her knees and pushed them under the table, sitting at the table. She lost herself in thought again. She remembered at the last new years party, she had taken the bottle of wine her mother was already too drunk to drink. She had escaped to her room with it, and had gotten so wasted she couldn't remember the rest of the night. She woke up the next morning in bed, she didn't even remember pulling the covers over her. Her mind was a total blank from the time when she started drinking from the time she woke up the next day. She smiled at that. What would mommy think of her "little girl" getting totally shit-faced and blanking out? Her smile grew.
She pushed the scraps of cardboard that once were a digimon card and thought about what she should do about her errant little digimon.
Later that night, when she went to bed, Ruki had a dream. It was full of strange and familiar things. In it, everyone was at the park. It was sunny out; the bright sunlight made the grass a green apple color. The dream was so real that Ruki thought it was really happening until she woke up. In the dream, the other tamers were there, Takato and Juri and Jianliang and their digimon were all there. Terriermon was sitting in the grass. His floppy ears flapping up and down happily. Takato was throwing a red Frisbee to Guilmon, who was jumping up into the air, catching the disk in his mouth and bringing it back like a dog.
Jianliang was sitting beside Terriermon on a picnic blanket, his orange vest lying beside him. He was smiling. Leomon was sitting on a picnic towel too, all though his legs stretched out way past the edge. Juri was sitting on his lap wearing her green dress. Smiling. Her arms reaching blindly backwards, finding Leomon's huge, rippling stomach, her tiny white hands caressing the lion's belly. Leomon wasn't smiling; as usual he was issuing one of his trademark serious looks, like he always was. And there was something different about him, he was wearing something, besides his dark colored pants; he was wearing one of those T-shirts with the straps that went over the shoulders. The strappy T was a dull black color, like his pants.
Renamon was there too. But, she had to have gotten into some of grandmothers cooking, or spilt some tomato juice on herself because there were red splotches all over her front. From the fluffy mass of white fur around her neck, to her stomach was all red with something, the once white fluff of her front was matted down with the red stuff, sticking up here and there as if it the red was sticky, like syrup.
Renamon wasn't smiling. Her muzzle was twisted into something that looked like a frown, her teeth showing and sparkling in the light. The look in her eyes was haunting. Her eyes seemed to stare out and accuse, like you had done something to her. Something nasty. She just stood there, her eyes wanting and accusing.
And when Ruki woke up, it was not in a cold sweat nor was she shaking horribly, but with a tiny chill running down her spine.
Renamon was in pain. A pain she didn't even know existed. Her stomach ached and churned with horrible grinding sensations.
* Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free*
That bastard Katsuya was gone, but Renamon hadn't noticed he was gone until the pain started. The room made dark and quiet. Her mind spun and tried to piece together what had happened.
She had come here with him, to this room. She had asked him to kill her, and it looked like for a moment that he was going to. He had bitten her with teeth just as sharp as her own, and she had bitten back, because it was the only thing she could do. Her bite had drawn blood, she had tasted it, and it had made her sick, because the taste had made her want more. Then she supposed she had thrown up, that was the around the time when she noticed Katsuya was gone. Then the pain came, it felt like her stomach was on fire.
She remembered saying, "my chest… it's burning!" and then she had thrown up, painting the floor with watery stomach acid and maybe even bits of food she had eaten in the last few days. Strings of saliva and god knows what, drooled from her mouth onto the bare floor. She didn't care that she was getting it everywhere, not with the way she felt. Then after her stomach stopped heaving, she felt better, just for a second, and then the pain started again. Swirling up from her gut, into her ribs.
The vomit left a nasty taste in her mouth, as well as a stinging sensation in the back of her throat from the stomach acid.
She barely had the strength to keep herself of the floor, lying on her hands and knees that threatened to give out from the nausea. Her eyes itched and watered; the salty fluid ran down into the pelt of her angular face. She coughed and rolled over onto her back, away from the puddle of bile that stared at her from the wood floor. She stared at the low ceiling, coughing; the pain in the back of her head from Ruki almost forgotten, and her left ankle felt more itchy than sore.
Renamon tried to get up onto her elbows, but gave that up when they slid out from under her. "Ahhh… getting… worse…" she was still trying to speak through the feeling in her stomach, but it hurt to force the air through her lungs to do so, so everything sounded choked and moaning.
* Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone *
She felt the feeling rise up into her breast, and broke out coughing, she though for a moment that her own body, her own organs and tissue, was rejecting her somehow. Bits of saliva flecked from her mouth onto her cheeks and the floor. And the pain got worse. The pain became so intense that just moving took her mind off of what she was feeling, so she did that, and thrashed her arms and legs on the floor.
*No one but me can save myself, but it's to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try *
Her vision became blurry as her ears started to do funny things to her, the sounds of her arms and legs seemed to echo and thunder at her, her own ragged breathing a chorus of wind and storm. As her vision failed, she heard her own head fall back and thump on the floor, not receiving any feeling, and then nothing.
1
* Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye*
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net
A re-write by outlaw torn
This is a re-write of Chibi Renamon's "the fox who cried vampire" the idea and basic plotline is his, everything else though has been Re-done by me.
Authors note; this contains vampirism, crossbreeding, and violence. Plus I use all Japanese names and attacks. Also, "fade to black"; published by creeping death music.
Not tomorrow
Renamon had been gone for a while, Ruki Makino wasn't that worried though; Renamon always came back.
She was standing in her room, practicing one of her more charming hobbies. Knife throwing. Ruki had taken it up to help Renamon in fights, but it had become sort of a mantra, like a ritual. She always did when she felt stressed or upset. Or if she had anger to vent, which was what she was using it for right now.
She had set up an old dartboard she had found in an alley onto her bedroom wall. She used it for target practice. Her mother might find it weird that she was inside her room all day after school, but then her mother was a ditz, she probably couldn't take care of a goldfish never mind help Ruki with her problems.
Ruki arched her back as she fingered the steel knife in her hand. She was in her street clothes, minus her shoes she didn't need to wear in doors.
She drummed her fingers over the steel handle, lost in thought. She took it blade first, and threw. The knife cut air, and stuck into the dartboard blade first, blade first into an extra Renamon digimon card from her one of her decks. The knife tore it in half, one half falling to the ground like a leaf, the other embedded into the dartboard by the knife.
She smiled, a corner of the mouth smile. "Who does Renamon think she is? I'm her tamer! Where does she get off being such a bitch like that? …I'll just have to work her harder when she gets back I guess," she said to the empty room. She got rid of her smile as she readied her second knife. This one stuck right into the middle of the remaining half of the card, cleaving the half into two more pieces, the pieces tumbling down onto the floor.
She nodded her head at the board, in acknowledgement of herself. She walked over to where the pieces of card lay, bent down and shuffled them into her hands, crumpling them up. As she raised up out her crouch her eyes traced over the dartboard. At how many holes she had put in it, many of them in anger, some of them in anger against Renamon. "How could that fox be such a bitch?" she asked herself again. She had been since she had thrown her out that night.
Her mind wandered. Back to times that she couldn't quite remember, memories of her mother, her grandmother, and someone else. A man, a tall broad shouldered man. Wearing a dark suit, like one of the well-dressed men she could see taking the train in the mornings. Nothing more than a silhouette against the sun, his features obscured by the light. She remembered that he wasn't happy, unhappy about something, talking in an angry voice to her mother. She remembered her grandmother was there too, that she was unhappy as well, and then grandmother had picked her up and brought her into another room, her room, until the angry voices stopped in the kitchen.
She must have been three, or four, just a baby. She had other memories, dreams mostly, but the sun memory was the one that she could remember clearly. The others were mostly patchwork quilts of images and sounds. She wondered if the man in her dreams was her father, she had never known anything but her mother and grandmother. She didn't remember a man that said he was her father, just the memory she had a kid.
She had asked her mother about her father and she always changed the subject, like she was avoiding the question. Her grandmother always told Ruki to "not worry about it".
She would sit up at night sometimes, thinking about the person who was supposed to be there. She stopped caring about things, about a lot of things. Like what clothes she was going to wear for the day, or how she was going to do her hair, petty girl things. Things that petty, spoiled girls with fathers did.
Fuck you. That's what she told the girls of her class before she'd changed to her new one. "Fuck you" she told them, the whole group of them. After they told Ruki what they thought about her way of tying her hair back. Ruki remembered how they shrunk back at her statement, in fear or in shock. The experience had taught her that she would have to be strong; it taught her that if she wanted something, you couldn't rely on anyone for anything. That was about the time she had adopted wearing T-shirts and jeans instead of what her mother bought for her. "Fuck'em" she told herself. She would turn herself into a man, for what she wanted, if that was what it took. What she wanted the most was to see Renamon evolve into the adult stage, that was her dream. When she had won the highest-ranking digimon card tournament; she thought that was the end. She had accomplished her goal, that she had set for herself, to be the best. But then, she was the best, and she still didn't care…
After the tournament, everything was over; her goal had been reached. What was left? Turn into a mindless doll like her mother? Or maybe a good little cook like her grandmother? She sat in her room, alone.
There was the underpass she went over each day… she could just hop of that and… she thought about it for a long time, staring into space. She made up her mind. She was going to go to School the next day, just to see what she would be missing, she was almost out of school but that didn't matter. She was going to get out of school just like normal, and take a little vertical drop right into afternoon traffic. With her mind set to that, she relaxed, she still had a goal, and that was to not be.
Then Renamon came. And she had a purpose again. Instantly there was a new goal for her, to be the best digimon tamer in existence. She had set all of her concentrations onto Renamon. Made sure the fox trained everyday, battled whenever she could, and have no pity.
She thought of herself as lucky. She got to have a strong digimon, and one as skilled as Renamon was. In the days after Renamon came, she thought about her, about how graceful and magnificent her fighting ability was. And about how she looked.
Renamon's body was designed after the Kitsune, a trickster spirit from native Japanese mythology. Some of the legends described them as some sort of cartoonish type creature that would appear out of thin air, poke you in the ass with something, and then disappear giggling wildly. Of course there were the serious legends that portrayed them as proud and vengeful creatures. Those whoever teased them or treated them poorly were cursed, cursed for a thousand years…
"Renamon's not like that though, she listens to me, I tell her to take a hike, she does what I say, she's not some all powerful spirit that's going to curse me or not do as I say, she wanted a strong tamer, and she got one, simple as that!" she said mentally.
She turned from the dartboard and dropped the pieces of the card onto her table.
The lights were low in the room, because it was late. She kept the lights dim so her mother wouldn't notice her still being up. She was still in high school, but she wasn't a little kid anymore, she at least got to stay up as long as she saw fit. But keeping everyone awake and in her hair was not something she wanted.
Ruki sat on her knees and pushed them under the table, sitting at the table. She lost herself in thought again. She remembered at the last new years party, she had taken the bottle of wine her mother was already too drunk to drink. She had escaped to her room with it, and had gotten so wasted she couldn't remember the rest of the night. She woke up the next morning in bed, she didn't even remember pulling the covers over her. Her mind was a total blank from the time when she started drinking from the time she woke up the next day. She smiled at that. What would mommy think of her "little girl" getting totally shit-faced and blanking out? Her smile grew.
She pushed the scraps of cardboard that once were a digimon card and thought about what she should do about her errant little digimon.
Later that night, when she went to bed, Ruki had a dream. It was full of strange and familiar things. In it, everyone was at the park. It was sunny out; the bright sunlight made the grass a green apple color. The dream was so real that Ruki thought it was really happening until she woke up. In the dream, the other tamers were there, Takato and Juri and Jianliang and their digimon were all there. Terriermon was sitting in the grass. His floppy ears flapping up and down happily. Takato was throwing a red Frisbee to Guilmon, who was jumping up into the air, catching the disk in his mouth and bringing it back like a dog.
Jianliang was sitting beside Terriermon on a picnic blanket, his orange vest lying beside him. He was smiling. Leomon was sitting on a picnic towel too, all though his legs stretched out way past the edge. Juri was sitting on his lap wearing her green dress. Smiling. Her arms reaching blindly backwards, finding Leomon's huge, rippling stomach, her tiny white hands caressing the lion's belly. Leomon wasn't smiling; as usual he was issuing one of his trademark serious looks, like he always was. And there was something different about him, he was wearing something, besides his dark colored pants; he was wearing one of those T-shirts with the straps that went over the shoulders. The strappy T was a dull black color, like his pants.
Renamon was there too. But, she had to have gotten into some of grandmothers cooking, or spilt some tomato juice on herself because there were red splotches all over her front. From the fluffy mass of white fur around her neck, to her stomach was all red with something, the once white fluff of her front was matted down with the red stuff, sticking up here and there as if it the red was sticky, like syrup.
Renamon wasn't smiling. Her muzzle was twisted into something that looked like a frown, her teeth showing and sparkling in the light. The look in her eyes was haunting. Her eyes seemed to stare out and accuse, like you had done something to her. Something nasty. She just stood there, her eyes wanting and accusing.
And when Ruki woke up, it was not in a cold sweat nor was she shaking horribly, but with a tiny chill running down her spine.
Renamon was in pain. A pain she didn't even know existed. Her stomach ached and churned with horrible grinding sensations.
* Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free*
That bastard Katsuya was gone, but Renamon hadn't noticed he was gone until the pain started. The room made dark and quiet. Her mind spun and tried to piece together what had happened.
She had come here with him, to this room. She had asked him to kill her, and it looked like for a moment that he was going to. He had bitten her with teeth just as sharp as her own, and she had bitten back, because it was the only thing she could do. Her bite had drawn blood, she had tasted it, and it had made her sick, because the taste had made her want more. Then she supposed she had thrown up, that was the around the time when she noticed Katsuya was gone. Then the pain came, it felt like her stomach was on fire.
She remembered saying, "my chest… it's burning!" and then she had thrown up, painting the floor with watery stomach acid and maybe even bits of food she had eaten in the last few days. Strings of saliva and god knows what, drooled from her mouth onto the bare floor. She didn't care that she was getting it everywhere, not with the way she felt. Then after her stomach stopped heaving, she felt better, just for a second, and then the pain started again. Swirling up from her gut, into her ribs.
The vomit left a nasty taste in her mouth, as well as a stinging sensation in the back of her throat from the stomach acid.
She barely had the strength to keep herself of the floor, lying on her hands and knees that threatened to give out from the nausea. Her eyes itched and watered; the salty fluid ran down into the pelt of her angular face. She coughed and rolled over onto her back, away from the puddle of bile that stared at her from the wood floor. She stared at the low ceiling, coughing; the pain in the back of her head from Ruki almost forgotten, and her left ankle felt more itchy than sore.
Renamon tried to get up onto her elbows, but gave that up when they slid out from under her. "Ahhh… getting… worse…" she was still trying to speak through the feeling in her stomach, but it hurt to force the air through her lungs to do so, so everything sounded choked and moaning.
* Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone *
She felt the feeling rise up into her breast, and broke out coughing, she though for a moment that her own body, her own organs and tissue, was rejecting her somehow. Bits of saliva flecked from her mouth onto her cheeks and the floor. And the pain got worse. The pain became so intense that just moving took her mind off of what she was feeling, so she did that, and thrashed her arms and legs on the floor.
*No one but me can save myself, but it's to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try *
Her vision became blurry as her ears started to do funny things to her, the sounds of her arms and legs seemed to echo and thunder at her, her own ragged breathing a chorus of wind and storm. As her vision failed, she heard her own head fall back and thump on the floor, not receiving any feeling, and then nothing.
1
* Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye*
Author's note; if you want to contact me I'm at cj812@aol.com, for Chibi Renamon Renamon@SoftHome.net