AUTHOR'S NOTE: There'll be explanations coming soon, don't you worry! But anyway, there's some of Jenrya acting all daddy like...hope you like it! Oh, and Jaarin and Rinchei are the names of Jenrya's oldest siblings. At least, I think so. Hope my info's right!
Reviewer Talk:
dragon4532 - Yep, the prequel's finally here! Hope it's as good as the first story!
Sarah-chan - Hi! Yep, Jen's now a proud papa of a fighting machine...and he's a cherry, no less! Don't worry, this does kind of get to him, eventually...
archforge - Why would anybody leave a kid on a doorstep like that? Well, I'll just say this kid has a complicated past. Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad you like the story.
Okay, chapter two! Enjoy, everybody!
Jenrya Lee was sitting forlornly in his room, watching the basket in front of his bed. When he'd gotten home, the first thing he did was to wake up his parents.
They had not taken this well. Not at all.
In the kitchen downstairs, Janyu and Mayumi Lee were having the argument of their lives. Jenrya had put the baby in his room and then fled downstairs to grab a bottle while his parents argued. It wasn't too hard finding a bottle, fortunately, as both Jenrya's older sister Jaarin and his brother Rinchei had kids of their own who Mr. and Mrs. Lee often baby-sat. Mayumi Lee loved having the kids over, but she hated being unprepared, so she usually had a supply of baby bottles, formula and the like ready in case Rinchei or Jaarin forgot something. And Rinchei was very good at forgetting things, even as the father of a spunky, wild five year old boy named Makoto. Jaarin was the mother of an adorable little girl named Aiko.
"This is all your fault, Janyu!" screamed the twiggy Mayumi Lee as Jenrya tried the temperature of the milk he'd gotten on his wrist. Jenrya bit his tongue to keep from yelping out due being unexpectedly burned.
Neither one of Jenrya's parents took notice, though. "If you weren't always hanging around with your college friends and working to help those awful Digimon, this wouldn't have happened!" Mayumi continued ranting.
"Maybe if you weren't always so critical of my work, I would stay here!" Janyu roared back.
Jenrya poured some new formula into the bottle after pouring out the burning formula from hell. He squeezed a drop of it onto his other wrist and found it to be at a decent temperature. Quietly rejoicing, Jenrya ran back up to his room only to hear his mother shout back in reply that she was perfectly accepting of her husband's work, thank you very much.
When Jenrya got into his room, he'd found that the baby had started to cry. Nervously, but as gently as he could manage, Jenrya picked the baby boy up from the basket and put the bottle in his mouth. The baby boy whined and spit out the bottle. Jenrya gaped at him.
"You're not hungry?" Jenrya timidly asked, waiting for the inevitable.
The baby responded by wailing loudly. Jenrya clapped his hands over his ears.
Okay, Jenrya thought. He's not hungry. Maybe he...
Maybe he needed a new diaper.
Oh, no.
Jenrya had only ever changed a baby's diaper once, when his niece Aiko had only been a few months old. Diaper changing was not an experience he wanted to undergo again. So, he'd better make sure...
Jenrya nervously undid the baby's diaper and peered at it. The smell hit his nose full on. "Ugh!" Jenrya yelped.
The baby had stopped crying, and now he giggled at Jenrya. Jenrya glared, which had no effect on the baby.
The baby boy kept on giggling happily, waving his chubby little arms in the air. Jenrya couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, you shush." Jenrya mumbled. "As soon as you can walk, potty training begins."
The baby gurgled in response, and Jenrya shook his head. Just as he was getting ready to go fetch diapers, Jenrya heard a soft tapping on his window. He walked over to the window and pulled apart the curtains.
Staring him in the face was..."Renamon?" Jenrya gasped in surprise.
Yamaki ran a hand through his dirty blond hair, and flopped himself down onto his couch. He waited perhaps a millisecond before grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Yamaki started to inhale the smoke of his cigarette and unwind. What a day it'd been. After the construction of the hybrid, Yamaki had been ordered to deliver him to what his boss deemed the child's "rightful parents". Of course, there was no way he could've sent it to that mess of digital trash. Digimon, Yamaki corrected himself. That was their official name. How could you possibly give a mostly human child to a Digimon? The idea was absurd! So he decided to leave in the care of the boy's "father", one of the Digimon Tamers. Janyu's son, the blue-haired one.
Hmph. Yamaki had to wonder how long that would last. If anything, he was the true father of that hybrid boy. Besides, he had been the one to look over the project that had created him. He'd done the research, all of it, for around four years now. But he didn't have a choice yet. Yamaki sighed in defeat, but there was one glimmer of hope...when the boy began to mature, he would see him again. Perhaps then he could claim the boy
Reviewer Talk:
dragon4532 - Yep, the prequel's finally here! Hope it's as good as the first story!
Sarah-chan - Hi! Yep, Jen's now a proud papa of a fighting machine...and he's a cherry, no less! Don't worry, this does kind of get to him, eventually...
archforge - Why would anybody leave a kid on a doorstep like that? Well, I'll just say this kid has a complicated past. Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad you like the story.
Okay, chapter two! Enjoy, everybody!
Jenrya Lee was sitting forlornly in his room, watching the basket in front of his bed. When he'd gotten home, the first thing he did was to wake up his parents.
They had not taken this well. Not at all.
In the kitchen downstairs, Janyu and Mayumi Lee were having the argument of their lives. Jenrya had put the baby in his room and then fled downstairs to grab a bottle while his parents argued. It wasn't too hard finding a bottle, fortunately, as both Jenrya's older sister Jaarin and his brother Rinchei had kids of their own who Mr. and Mrs. Lee often baby-sat. Mayumi Lee loved having the kids over, but she hated being unprepared, so she usually had a supply of baby bottles, formula and the like ready in case Rinchei or Jaarin forgot something. And Rinchei was very good at forgetting things, even as the father of a spunky, wild five year old boy named Makoto. Jaarin was the mother of an adorable little girl named Aiko.
"This is all your fault, Janyu!" screamed the twiggy Mayumi Lee as Jenrya tried the temperature of the milk he'd gotten on his wrist. Jenrya bit his tongue to keep from yelping out due being unexpectedly burned.
Neither one of Jenrya's parents took notice, though. "If you weren't always hanging around with your college friends and working to help those awful Digimon, this wouldn't have happened!" Mayumi continued ranting.
"Maybe if you weren't always so critical of my work, I would stay here!" Janyu roared back.
Jenrya poured some new formula into the bottle after pouring out the burning formula from hell. He squeezed a drop of it onto his other wrist and found it to be at a decent temperature. Quietly rejoicing, Jenrya ran back up to his room only to hear his mother shout back in reply that she was perfectly accepting of her husband's work, thank you very much.
When Jenrya got into his room, he'd found that the baby had started to cry. Nervously, but as gently as he could manage, Jenrya picked the baby boy up from the basket and put the bottle in his mouth. The baby boy whined and spit out the bottle. Jenrya gaped at him.
"You're not hungry?" Jenrya timidly asked, waiting for the inevitable.
The baby responded by wailing loudly. Jenrya clapped his hands over his ears.
Okay, Jenrya thought. He's not hungry. Maybe he...
Maybe he needed a new diaper.
Oh, no.
Jenrya had only ever changed a baby's diaper once, when his niece Aiko had only been a few months old. Diaper changing was not an experience he wanted to undergo again. So, he'd better make sure...
Jenrya nervously undid the baby's diaper and peered at it. The smell hit his nose full on. "Ugh!" Jenrya yelped.
The baby had stopped crying, and now he giggled at Jenrya. Jenrya glared, which had no effect on the baby.
The baby boy kept on giggling happily, waving his chubby little arms in the air. Jenrya couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, you shush." Jenrya mumbled. "As soon as you can walk, potty training begins."
The baby gurgled in response, and Jenrya shook his head. Just as he was getting ready to go fetch diapers, Jenrya heard a soft tapping on his window. He walked over to the window and pulled apart the curtains.
Staring him in the face was..."Renamon?" Jenrya gasped in surprise.
Yamaki ran a hand through his dirty blond hair, and flopped himself down onto his couch. He waited perhaps a millisecond before grabbing his pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Yamaki started to inhale the smoke of his cigarette and unwind. What a day it'd been. After the construction of the hybrid, Yamaki had been ordered to deliver him to what his boss deemed the child's "rightful parents". Of course, there was no way he could've sent it to that mess of digital trash. Digimon, Yamaki corrected himself. That was their official name. How could you possibly give a mostly human child to a Digimon? The idea was absurd! So he decided to leave in the care of the boy's "father", one of the Digimon Tamers. Janyu's son, the blue-haired one.
Hmph. Yamaki had to wonder how long that would last. If anything, he was the true father of that hybrid boy. Besides, he had been the one to look over the project that had created him. He'd done the research, all of it, for around four years now. But he didn't have a choice yet. Yamaki sighed in defeat, but there was one glimmer of hope...when the boy began to mature, he would see him again. Perhaps then he could claim the boy