by Warwolf
Chapter Two: Along came a Lupine....
Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own Digimon Tamers nor do I own
Werewolf:
The Apocalypse. They belong to Akiyoshi Hongo/Toei Co. and White Wolf
Games respectively.
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Ruki Makino would, if she'd still had a voice (and
wasn't currently gagged) have been bitching out Mikki Terina the way she
deserved to be. Mikki had always had a rivalry with her. They were bothj
pretty, both popular at school, although Ruki didn't give a damn about
being popular, and they were both among the smartest kids in their class.
The rivalry intensified when Ruki returned from the hospital though. Many
of the girls in the school were genuinely impressed with Ruki for having
the courage to return to school now that she was mute. The challenge of
being in a normal school, if private, were staggering. Ruki had to write
her thoughts down all the time on a whiteboard with a marker. She was beginning
to learn about sign language, at her grandmother's insistence. But since
she rarely had to 'speak' to anyone, she was more comfortable with the
whiteboard.
Mikki had gone nuts over Ruki's newfound popularity.
While she had yet to try to actually make friends with anyone, she was
starting to find that some people genuinely cared.
Which bothered her for reasons she wasn't completely
certain of and didn't want to think about.
Now bound securely by Mikki's accomplices- girls
who were also jealous of the admiration and support Ruki was receiving,
and most importantly, the attention- Ruki could nothing but glare at her
enemy.
"Heh. Hmmm. Not bad, Makino. Too bad you never wanted
to be a model. Would have helped make the humiliation this is going to
cause you a hell of a lot worse. But by the time we're done, it'll still
be enough to make sure you're put into your place where you belong." Mikki
grinned. Makino still had her clothing on, but that would be dealt with
as the time went on. And then she would be on top of the school social
ladder, with nobody to challenge her. Or at least, nobody that could actually
succeed.
She was about to take the first of the pictures
she planned to take, when quite out of nowhere, a hand, covered in a fingerless
white glove, similar, in fact to that of a biker, lashed out, grabbed the
camera, and tossed it over a head of brown hair, done in a more traditional
ponytail. (which is to say that the hair was tied down at the bottom of
the back of the skull, rather than tied upward as Ruki's was.) What made
the hand's owner even more exotic than the set of burning green eyes set
into a handsome face, was the strange markings ON said face.
Even Ruki was a bit taken aback by the newcomer.
She hadn't even seen him coming. She'd already sent out her mental summons
for Renamon, but knew it would take her some time to reach her, being that
she had wanted some time away from her partner for a while, and so she
was- at best- about fifteen minutes away. The stranger was just that. A
stranger. She had no idea who he was, and from the looks of things, neither
did Mikki or her co-conspirators.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!
This is a private dispute, buster, get out of here!" Mikki blustered. She
didn't know who this guy was, and cute or not, he was interfering with
her just revenge on Ruki Makino! And if there was anything Mikki Terina
couldn't stand, it was people who stopped her from getting what she wanted.
What she wanted right now was Ruki Makino broken under her figurative heel,
and herself at the top of the social ladder of their school.
"I mean it, get out of here, before we do to you
what we did to her!" Mikki continued. Actually, the idea was starting to
turn her on. Although he wore a black duster, which was foot length, from
what she could see by the T-shirt he wore and which was partially visible
due to the Duster being open, he worked out at leat regularly. He had a
decent build to him. Maybe he was a body-builder with a strange sense of
fashion? It would explain the odd markings on his face....
Then she realized that not only had he not moved,
he was smirking at her, and making a 'bring it on' motion with one hand.
He'd yet to utter a single word!
Moontreader had arrived just after Ruki had been
completely bound. He hadn't had time to get much of a look at her yet,
and wasn't all that inclined to either. Although his tribe, for the most
part detested humans on the whole, and he tended to bear a tinge of self-hatred
for being Homid born rather than of Lupine stock (Hell, he
often thought to himself, Even being a METIS would have been preferable!),
Moontreader had always had a good heart. And be they human, wolf, or otherwise,
unless of course it was a minion of the Wyrm, he couldn't STAND
to see anything tied up and abused as these girls were doing to the bound
female. When one of them (the leader of the group, he supposed) began threatening
him, he gave a silent snort and made his disdain for them known with one
hand as he silently relished the chance for combat. He might not be able
to understand the language, but the intent had been all too clear.
Let them come, if they dared....
Ruki simply blinked as she continued to glare. At
Mikki, at the other girls, at the stranger with the exotic appearance,
hell, glaring was one of the few things she could do well enough to have
perfected it to a fine art, so it was little surprise that sometimes she
glared at stuff and at people just for the hell of glaring!
He hadn't spoken. Not once. Not a single sound.
Not even to respond to Mikki's chatter with a threat or command to release
her. As she studied him, she began to notice something else, as Mikki
motioned angrily to her allies to start surrounding the strange boy.
He WANTS them to attack!
She barely had time to register that thought,
as he summarily began to dismantle the girls, who foolishly believed they
could overwhelm him
Is he a Martial Artist? He moves so fast....no
wasted motion at all...
Makino herself had studied the Martial
Arts. Her mother had always said she needed to learn how to protect herself
just in case some boy decided to get fresh with her. She was a quick study,
and was close to earning her Red Belt. She was nearly a master fighter.
But compared to him, she may as well have been a novice who was
drenched in molasses!
The way he moved, the swiftness with which he struck,
and the precision with which each blow landed- enough to stun, perhaps
even knock the girls out, but without causing any serious harm- spoke of
a martial artist who was good enough to casually pick off even the best
of the best. These moves were barely yellow belt, by her standards.
But to him, these moves seemed casual. Offhand. He acted as if his opponents
were even worth his notice! She had long been called the 'Digimon
Queen', due to how well she played the cardgame. She was known for being
cold to all but her Grandmother, and of course, to Renamon, with whom she
had formed an unshakable bond of friendship. She had once believed Digimon
were nothing more than data. Renamon's ability to communicate with her
telepathically changed all of that. She still viewed Wild Digimon as simply
another notch on her belt, another win for her to accumulate, but now they
were wins she was sharing with a friend. Perhaps the closest thing to a
sister as she would ever have. However, this stranger took cold to an all
new level. He had been smiling the entire time. And it was not a
nice smile. He had been enjoying himself. Indeed, he looked utterly disappointed
when not a single one of the girls gave him anything that could be called
a challenge. Then again, they weren't used to fighting with boys. They
were used to flirting with boys, and used to having others acquiesce
simply by making demands.
He did not give in. They couldn't intimidate him,
and their entertainment value had been almost nil from the word go. He
knew these girls weren't real fighters. Hell, for all he knew, they'd only
succeeding in capturing the other girl because they'd snuck up on her like
a pack of cowardly Banes! Had he truly been feeling mean-spirited, he supposed,
he could have simply continued towards them in Crinos form, which he'd
been in when he'd first heard the start of the confrontation.The Delirium
would have had them keeling over from fright in an instant. But he had
no intention of making his presence as a Garoun known to anyone in the
area just yet. He still didn't know where he was, or why he couldn't sense
any manifestations of the Wyrm, or even of the Weaver. He didn't sense
any hint of the Wyld in this world either, and that worried him.
The Triat was completely without presence here. It made no sense. In as
well maintained a park as this, the energy from the Wyld should be abundant.
The Weaver's mark should have covered the city surrounding the park, and
the Wyrm...well, succinctly put, the presence of the Wyrm should have been
almost impossible to hide. Although it now lived only to destroy, the Wyrm
was once the final part of the balance established by the Triat. The Wyld
was the force of creation, and the Weaver the force of order, giving shape
to the Chaos. The Wyrm was the ending force, that which allowed those creations
to become raw energy again, to return to mother Gaia. Nobody really knows
what happened. Some say the Wyrm went mad. Others say that it was the Weaver
who went mad, attempting to control everything, and took the Wyrm with
her into the abyss of madness by attempting to trap him in the webs of
order, driving him insane from pain, turning him into a heartless destroyer
who no longer represented the final part of the cycle of life and death,
but was intent on annihilation of everything.
Whatever the cause, none of them were present
in this world.
It scared the shit out of him.
"Ruki!!"
Moontreader and Makino turned with an almost eerie syncronization, their heads snapping towards the yellow fox of the Tao at the same time. Moontreader had been in the midst of attempting to untie her when the voice had rung out. Renamon, a late-coming witness, misinterpreted his actions, beliving he was attempting to kidnap her, rather than release her, and she responded in the most logical fashion she could think of.
She attacked....
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TO BE COINTINUED....
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The unenviable Author's Post Notes!: Heh. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I was trying to make it interesting to make up for the lack of anything terribly interesting. I promised a few readers on instant messanger (you know who you are), that I would have this chapter out for Christmas. So here it is.
*At this point Godzilla pops up and waves*
Godzilla: MERRY CHRISTMAS, YA FILTHY ANIMALS!
Me: And a Happy New Year!
^.^