An Old Friend
Rutee had traveled with Lawrence for nearly a week, and he was beginning to get on her last nerve. All he did was hit on her in his free time, despite all of her warnings to leave her alone. None of her slaps or punches seemed to get through to him, and neither Atwight nor Berselius were faring better. It was getting to the point where she would much rather get lost in the desert than hang with him.
One night, while they were at camp, Rutee awoke with a start. She heard the sound of someone in trouble, and immediately sprang to her feet. Atwight soon followed.
"We better hurry," Rutee stated, "Whoever it is might not be able to hold his own much longer." She began to think about how much like Stahn she sounded, and sighed.
"I agree mistress, we don't want the person to be killed," Atwight replied.
The two ran off to the sound of the battle. There, they found a group of ghost Digimon called Bakemon tormenting a red dragonic Digimon called Guilamon. He had a yellow underbelly, and stood up on his back legs. His eyes were yellow, and he wore a red scarf around his neck. Black lines were on his shoulders, near the end of his arms, and on his legs, with black hazard signs on his forehead, stomach, feet, near the top of his arms, and near the claws on his arms. He looked like he was holding his own pretty good, but he looked like he was tiring fast.
Rutee screamed, "Hey you, pick on someone your own size!" Instantly, the Bakemon turned around to face her and Atwight. She stared them in the eye with a look of defiance.
The Bakemon laughed. "What can a little girl like you do? All you have is that little Rookie. We're a whole group of Champion level Digimon. You will fall shortly."
"I wouldn't count on that," replied Rutee, "I'm sure Atwight can fight you with great ease." With that, she grabbed a small token with the same water symbol found on her crest. The young warrior inserted it into her Digivice.
"Renamon Digivolve to. . .Kyubimon," called out Atwight. She began to glow with a bright light that blinded all there. When it cleared, the Kitsune had changed. She now stood on four legs and had nine tails. Her fur was still yellow, with her stomach, tail ends, the bottom of each leg down onto the foot, and the furry ruff around her neck were white. The white fur on her tails and legs seemed to flow out behind her as if they were flames. On the top of each leg, was a Yin-Yang symbol. A Candy Cane striped collar with a pair of hand holds - - so her partner could ride on her back - - that resembled that of a bow, with the "ribbons" that hung down from the bow rounding her neck so they appeared to be like the tusks on an elephant, and being tipped by golden circles. From the collar there hung diamond shaped white papers.
The lead Bakemon said, "So you are a Champion now. You will still die none the less. Such a shame, you looked quite powerful. Oh, well. . .Dark Claw!"
Atwight narrowly jumped out of the way of the attack. She positioned herself to attack a whole group of Bakemon at once. "Fox Tail Inferno." The magical flames spit out from her tail, and made contact with the leader, and most of his group. Each of the Bakemon was obliterated in an instant. Those who had survived fled before the Kitsune turned her sights towards them.
"Are you alright?" asked Rutee, "You look pretty beat up."
The Guilamon picked himself off the ground. He seemed wounded, but he still would survive. When he saw Rutee standing in front of him, his eyes went wide.
"This must be Fate that has caused us to cross paths again," he whispered.
Rutee asked him, "What do you mean by that? When have we ever met each other?"
Guilamon smiled at her. "I guess you don't recognize me Rutee. That must be Atwight with you, she looks even cuter as a Digimon. Ack, now I'm starting to sound like Clemente. Oh, the horror of it all. That's the last thing we need, two perverted commanders."
Rutee took a good look at the joking Digimon. His voice was vaguely familiar, as Atwight's had been. Suddenly, she recognized exactly who he was.
"Dymlos, is that you?" she inquired.
He replied, "Were you expecting Kronos? I'm sure you wouldn't mind killing him a second time. I certainly would love to knock him around a hundred times for all of the evil acts he has committed." Before Rutee could reply to Dymlos's quip, she heard a man's voice calling from far away. He sounded angry at his Digimon's disappearance. "Dymlos, where are you? I thought you were supposed to meet me at the monolith to the south."
"Got delayed," Dymlos called back, "But come over here, there's someone here who you're going to be really happy to see. And you know what I mean by that."
The man walked up to them. Rutee took one look at him, and let out a gasp. He wore black pants and a red T-shirt. His accessories included red boots and armbands, and a brown belt with a ruby imbedded in the center. On his shirt and armbands, there were black hazard symbols, just like on Dymlos's stomach. He had long blond hair and blue eyes. Instantly, she knew exactly who he was, and the young Guardian began to blush. Their meeting here in this place at this time just had to be Fate's hand guiding Rutee for the umpteenth millionth time.
"Stahn, it's been a long time," Rutee managed to get out.
Stahn replied, "Rutee, how have you been? How did you get here anyway?"
Rutee stared at the ground. "I should be asking you the same thing. But let's not worry about that now. How about you come back to my camp with me, and we can catch up on old times."
- - - -
Here comes Stahn, now the romance can begin. And we can have some slapstick involving Lawrence.
Rutee had traveled with Lawrence for nearly a week, and he was beginning to get on her last nerve. All he did was hit on her in his free time, despite all of her warnings to leave her alone. None of her slaps or punches seemed to get through to him, and neither Atwight nor Berselius were faring better. It was getting to the point where she would much rather get lost in the desert than hang with him.
One night, while they were at camp, Rutee awoke with a start. She heard the sound of someone in trouble, and immediately sprang to her feet. Atwight soon followed.
"We better hurry," Rutee stated, "Whoever it is might not be able to hold his own much longer." She began to think about how much like Stahn she sounded, and sighed.
"I agree mistress, we don't want the person to be killed," Atwight replied.
The two ran off to the sound of the battle. There, they found a group of ghost Digimon called Bakemon tormenting a red dragonic Digimon called Guilamon. He had a yellow underbelly, and stood up on his back legs. His eyes were yellow, and he wore a red scarf around his neck. Black lines were on his shoulders, near the end of his arms, and on his legs, with black hazard signs on his forehead, stomach, feet, near the top of his arms, and near the claws on his arms. He looked like he was holding his own pretty good, but he looked like he was tiring fast.
Rutee screamed, "Hey you, pick on someone your own size!" Instantly, the Bakemon turned around to face her and Atwight. She stared them in the eye with a look of defiance.
The Bakemon laughed. "What can a little girl like you do? All you have is that little Rookie. We're a whole group of Champion level Digimon. You will fall shortly."
"I wouldn't count on that," replied Rutee, "I'm sure Atwight can fight you with great ease." With that, she grabbed a small token with the same water symbol found on her crest. The young warrior inserted it into her Digivice.
"Renamon Digivolve to. . .Kyubimon," called out Atwight. She began to glow with a bright light that blinded all there. When it cleared, the Kitsune had changed. She now stood on four legs and had nine tails. Her fur was still yellow, with her stomach, tail ends, the bottom of each leg down onto the foot, and the furry ruff around her neck were white. The white fur on her tails and legs seemed to flow out behind her as if they were flames. On the top of each leg, was a Yin-Yang symbol. A Candy Cane striped collar with a pair of hand holds - - so her partner could ride on her back - - that resembled that of a bow, with the "ribbons" that hung down from the bow rounding her neck so they appeared to be like the tusks on an elephant, and being tipped by golden circles. From the collar there hung diamond shaped white papers.
The lead Bakemon said, "So you are a Champion now. You will still die none the less. Such a shame, you looked quite powerful. Oh, well. . .Dark Claw!"
Atwight narrowly jumped out of the way of the attack. She positioned herself to attack a whole group of Bakemon at once. "Fox Tail Inferno." The magical flames spit out from her tail, and made contact with the leader, and most of his group. Each of the Bakemon was obliterated in an instant. Those who had survived fled before the Kitsune turned her sights towards them.
"Are you alright?" asked Rutee, "You look pretty beat up."
The Guilamon picked himself off the ground. He seemed wounded, but he still would survive. When he saw Rutee standing in front of him, his eyes went wide.
"This must be Fate that has caused us to cross paths again," he whispered.
Rutee asked him, "What do you mean by that? When have we ever met each other?"
Guilamon smiled at her. "I guess you don't recognize me Rutee. That must be Atwight with you, she looks even cuter as a Digimon. Ack, now I'm starting to sound like Clemente. Oh, the horror of it all. That's the last thing we need, two perverted commanders."
Rutee took a good look at the joking Digimon. His voice was vaguely familiar, as Atwight's had been. Suddenly, she recognized exactly who he was.
"Dymlos, is that you?" she inquired.
He replied, "Were you expecting Kronos? I'm sure you wouldn't mind killing him a second time. I certainly would love to knock him around a hundred times for all of the evil acts he has committed." Before Rutee could reply to Dymlos's quip, she heard a man's voice calling from far away. He sounded angry at his Digimon's disappearance. "Dymlos, where are you? I thought you were supposed to meet me at the monolith to the south."
"Got delayed," Dymlos called back, "But come over here, there's someone here who you're going to be really happy to see. And you know what I mean by that."
The man walked up to them. Rutee took one look at him, and let out a gasp. He wore black pants and a red T-shirt. His accessories included red boots and armbands, and a brown belt with a ruby imbedded in the center. On his shirt and armbands, there were black hazard symbols, just like on Dymlos's stomach. He had long blond hair and blue eyes. Instantly, she knew exactly who he was, and the young Guardian began to blush. Their meeting here in this place at this time just had to be Fate's hand guiding Rutee for the umpteenth millionth time.
"Stahn, it's been a long time," Rutee managed to get out.
Stahn replied, "Rutee, how have you been? How did you get here anyway?"
Rutee stared at the ground. "I should be asking you the same thing. But let's not worry about that now. How about you come back to my camp with me, and we can catch up on old times."
- - - -
Here comes Stahn, now the romance can begin. And we can have some slapstick involving Lawrence.