Me: Hey there, I'm the master of the tamers and I'm here to tell you I
don't know Digimon. About the only I own are the two men Matthew Smith and
Sho Nonaka.
Rika (enter into the room): So you're the new guy I have been hearing about.
Me (Turn to face her): Yup that's me. And what do I owe the honor of your visit here?
Rika: I'm just here to you not to make me do anything embarrassing and we're okay.
Me (Smiling evilly): Oh maybe I'll make you wear a nice pretty pin dress and make you dance with Guilmon.
Rika (Getting mad): You wouldn't dare?
Me (Smiling more): Try me.
Rika (Totally loses it and start running towards me) L'LL KILL YOU!
Me (Just held out my hand and stopped Rika): okay on with my first story, while I try and calm down the kid.
In-Training:
Prologue: The past being dug up.
Night had long cents came and most people were getting ready for bed. But a lone figure makes his away across the rooftops. Cloaked in a black cape, he was like a shadow moving to the naked eye. But it wasn't just the cape that made this figure seem invisible, his movements were also shadowed like. He never even made a single sound as he quietly walked a crossed rooftops. He breathing was so quiet; it was like he wasn't even breathing at all. He even one point, jumped into a yield with a dog in it, but the dog didn't even pick on the mysterious intruder scent. He quickly jumped back onto the rooftops without making any type of noise. This man was truly like a shadow, but yet he don't go completely unnoticed As he made his way pasted the park, he jumped passed a old hut looking place, where a certain someone in there got a whiff of his scent. But he wasn't around long enough for the creature known as a digimon to get a good enough whiff. But what the digimon known, as Guilmon was able to get from this stranger scent confused him. The scent was enough, but something about it didn't smell right. It almost smelled like it was tainted with something. Something like pure darkness and Guilmon didn't like it one. But it was gone almost as it was there and the virus-type digimon didn't get a good enough whiff to tell anything. Or maybe he was just so hungry, that his mind was playing tricks on him.
(At an all to familiar house)
Our mysterious stranger had finally reached his destination. Landing on a tree with the greatest of ease, he looked at an old fashion looking Chinese house with a fence around it. He knew this house more then he cared or wished too. Even though his face was calm, his eyes burned with a hatred so great, it was almost like his eyes themselves were on fire. This place sure brings back memories. Most I would like to forget, the mysterious man thought. And yet he was fighting with is own rage not to simply jump from his hiding spot and break through the door. But he would only get hurt that way. He knew that he's unable to even step in the front lawn of that house. Curse my mother and her spells, he thought. So instead he focus he senses on what was inside and through the use of his senses, his mind eye begin forming a picture of what was in the house, almost like he was seeing right through the wall. And he could tee that there were three presences in there. There was an old woman preparing dinner in the kitchen. There was also a young in her room, looking through a deck of cards. When he saw that the girl an evil smile crossed his face. But when he saw the third presence, his smile vanished. He could tell that this third presence wasn't human. Focusing all of his senses, an image begins to form of the creature's shape. It reminds him of a fox, standing on its hare legs. Its hands were in purple gloves that nearly ran up to it shoulders and yinyang symbols were on the gloves. It was mostly covered in yellow fur, but had some white hanging around it neck. Finally he made out purple symbols on each of it legs. This creature the man was studying could only be what people were calling a digimon. He heard of these things, they were said to be strong and had the ability to change into other forms, giving it even more power. He could sense that the digimon was indeed powerful, but he wasn't worried for he knew, he was more powerful then anything this weak creature hope of being. He once again looked at the house normally. And once again, more memories were coming to him. But these were different. Those were of that fate day more then 13 years ago. He ran his hand along a scar shaped like a lightening bolt on his right cheek.
(Flashback)
It was raining out, but two people didn't seem to notice or care. That's because the rain wasn't even touching their bodies. Those two figures were giving off so much incredibly energy, the rain turned into steam before hitting either of them. But either cared about the rain, both were focus on each other. One was the very stranger, only young and wearing a nice sweater, white kakis and black high-tops. The other guy was wearing a black jacket that matched his hair and it white hood flying in the light breeze. He had dark blue jeans on. And to top it all off, he also wore high-tops, only his were red with metal tips. (N/A kinda sound familiar don't they?) "I'm only asking this once, will you leave my family alone or do we have to get ugly?" the black haired man asked. "You know brother-in law that's just not me," the other guy with red hair said. "Then think as this a message from my wife and daughter!" the black haired man called out and drove his felt fist inot the other go cheek. The impact of the punch sent the redhead flying a good five feet. The man set up and rubbed his cheek and notice blood on his sleeve. "I notice you haven't gone soft while living with my sister and that brat you have been taking care of," the redhead said and smiled evilly. Black was anger now, no one calls his little girl a brat and gets away with it. So he rushed forward, ready to boot this guy right in the face. But then his smile turned smile turn into a grin and Red throw a punch right at his opponent's grain. But surprisely Black jumped into the sky. Red barely was able to dove out of the way as his opponent dropped from the sky. Red bounce of the ground with the use of his hands and high into the sky, where he stayed, hovering. "You see brother-in law I learned how to fly," Red said as he turned around, only to find opponent gone. He searched the area, but could neither found him nor sense him. "Up here!" he heard an all to familiar voice called out. Red looked up to where the voice came from and saw his opponent higher then he was. "You forget, they don't call me the shadow fighter for nothing and you also forget I'm a really good jumper!" Black screamed before giving his opponent a drop kick straight to the face. Red came crashing back to the ground, but easily got back to his feet. His opponent landed charged at him. Red did the same thing, both ready to finish this.
(End of Flashback)
The mysterious black-cloaked figure was pulled out of his thoughts as he sensed someone coming. But this was someone he has been waiting for a long time. He watched as a beautiful woman with blonde hair all tied up and resting against the back of her head came into view. She wore white pants with a long sleeve blue shirt. Still have your beauty after all of these years, but once I get done with you, the only job you would be able to get are roles in monster movies, he thought and raised his hand, getting ready to move once his prey was in place. But then the woman head shut up and looked in his direction. The cloaked figure quickly marked his presence before his prey could pick up on his location. The young woman looked at the tree that the figure was hiding in a few minutes before entering the lawn of her house. Stupid! I should have known she could feel my presence. He stood there, in the tree, watching the house, his anger boiling. But then he begins calming down as a plan formed in his head. Why just beat her, while I can break her. Yes, that it, break her and my victory would be much more sweeter. And I know how to do it too. And with an evil grin on his face, the figure continued to watch his prey.
(Inside the house)
World famous model Rumiko Nonaka was on her when she felt it. A presence she hasn't felt in nearly thirteen years. But she knew that was impossible, that person has been dead for nearly that long. Or has he? She thought. She had looked in the direction she thought she felt something. But it was not there anymore. She stood them for a few moments just looking at the tree, to see if she could feel anything. But after a few more minutes she just shrugged it off and went inside. But once in the safely of her own home, another thought came to her mind. But she has been worrying about this for a while now. Rika turned fourteen nearly a mouth ago and yet nothing happening to her. Maybe just maybe, my husband has done more then one thing for this family. She became sad as she thought of the man she loved. A man who gave his ever lives for her family. She enters into the kitchen and she her mother preparing dinner. The old woman lifted her head from her work and acknowledged the person who just entered with a quick nodded. Even though the old woman face was calm, her eyes were alive with the same emotion as her daughter's eyes. Both were worried about something. The famous model returned the nod and leaved the kitchen. She made her where to her daughter's room and lighten knocked on the door. "Come in," she heard her daughter say. She entered and saw her daughter, Rika Nonaka at her desk, going through her desk of digimon playing cards. And standing near her was a fox- liking creature with yellow fur. Her name was Renamon, a digmon. By now Rumiko had gotten use to her being around. But what Renamon was capable of doing also brought back a lot of painful memories for the model. "Dinner nearly ready you two," Rumiko said. "Okay," her daughter replied coldly Even though they relationship had improved cents something that happened along time ago, Rika still seem cold to her own mother at times. "Um Rika have you been felling will lately?" Rumiko has been asking this question even sent Rika turned fourteen. Rika sighed before answering," Yes mom for about the tenth time, yes." "Well actually this would count as the eleventh time she asked," Renamon said calmly. Rika shot her digimon partner one of her famous death glares and said," Renamon I don't need your two cents." "Well I just wondering if you have any problems like short of breath or felt incredibly tired or weak kneed," Rumiko said, and then leaved. One she was sure her mother was gone, Rika asked," What's with her and my health, lately?" "She just concerned like any mother would be," Renamon said calmly. But she was thinking, I been wondering that too. "Yeah, but she been asking me that even sent I turn 14, almost like she was scared or something like that," Rika said. That something the fox digimon never thought of, but it fitted when she thought about it. If she is worried about Rika, then that means she must know something, but what? Renamon thought about it for a minute and decided to go and check something out. "Rika, I would meet you at the table," Renamon calmly said. "Okay," her tamer replied. Then the fox type digimon disappeared from sight as she went into shadow form. In this from Renamon could walk among humans without being seen. The fox digimon made her way to the kitchen to find her tamer's mother and grandmother talking. "Well she seems okay, so maybe she would have to go through what we both went through at her age Rika's grandmother said. "Maybe but still what if it's happened to her, I just don't think I could live with myself if she ever have to go through what I want through," Rika's mother said with great sorrow in her voice. This puzzled the digimon very much. From the way it sounded both Rika's mother and grandmother went through something around the age Rika is now. And that only made the fox type more worried. "And I felt him while coming home," Rumiko said with even greater sorrow and she looked ready to cry. The look on Rika's grandmother face just made Renamon worry even more. The normally calm woman face was now felled with sorrow and fear. "But that's impossible, Matthew made sure he would never trouble this family thirteen years ago," Rika's grandmother said with just as great sorrow as her own daughter's. This just made Renamon wonder more. It would seem she was getting more questions then answers and this made the digimon worry more. What could these two be so worry about? Who is this Matthew and who is these other guy they're talking about? And what do this have to do with Rika? But all this wondering was doing something that rarely happens. Renamon was getting a headache. That was about the time Rumiko looked over at the spot where Renamon was hiding. Her mother quickly followed her daughter glaze and Renamon became even more puzzled. Can she tell where I am? No it can't be that. Can it? But that was about the time Rika entered and Renamon decided to join them for dinner, another rare occasion. And then the four begin eating.
(Later that night)
With questions still buzzing around in Renamon head, she had a hard time getting to sleep. So she decided to go for a little walk in the park and maybe talk with Guilmon. Renamon would never come out and say it, but she has strong feelings for the virus-type digimon. And if she would even to show it to any of the other digimon, especially Terriermon or Impmon, she would never it live it down. But a digimon could dream just like a human can. She stepped out of the house in shadow form as other questions started to come to mind. Like how was Rika's mother able to sense Renamon was in the room? Or about both mother and grandmother great concerned for they daughter and granddaughter, about something. But what that was still escaped the digimon. And in the end that made her very worried. Worried that something might happened to the person she could possible call her own. Just as she exit through the fence, she saw movement out of the corner of her right eye. Something black. Her first thoughts was that it was just Impmon her to bug her. The little demon digimon just love making fun of all of the digimon. But Renamon was used to that by now. But what she saw when she looked startled her a little. It was a human wearing a black cloak, just staring at the Nonaka household. But what amazed the rookie digimon was, she couldn't pick this human scent up. It was almost like he didn't even one. But that's when Renamon notice that the man wasn't just staring at the house. No, he was staring at Rika's room. Sensing danger, Renamon quickly made her way over to the tree and jumped up. But when she reached the guy, he backhanded her in the stomach. And then with the same hand, backhanded Renamon in the face. The fox digimon fell back into her physical form before crashing to the ground. Renamon didn't know what was more surprising, the fact that she couldn't smell this human or the fact that he was able to sense her. Then the guy jumped down from the tree and closed his hand around Renamon's throat. "No matter how quiet you think you are fox, no one and I mean no one can get the drop on me," the mysterious man said. But then Renamon notice something, his hair. It was just like Rika's. But she notices the pure hatred in his blue eyes. Then before letting Renamon go, the black-cloaked stranger gave her one good punch to her stomach. Then letting go of the fox digimon, the leaped into the air silently and out Renamon view. The blow to the rookie digimon stomach had hurt her very much. She was struggling to get to her feet This as been one of those confusing day, she thought as she rested against the tree.
(In Rumiko room)
Renamon wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping. Rumiko has been restless even cents coming home and sensing what she hopped wasn't whom she thought it was. So she was just lying on the floor, look at a gold locket with a black lightening bolt on it. If he is really alive, then Rika is in more danger then with that whole D-reaper thing, she thought. Rumiko knew the whole D-reaper event was crazy, but this could be ten times worse. Because she knew what this enemy was capable of doing. Probably gotten better during those last thirteen years too. Then she took her locket in her hands and opened it. In it was a picture of her family and herself. The way she looked thirteen years ago, her long hair tied up in a ponytail and flowing behind her back. And next to her with an arm wrapped around her was the man she loved so much, his black jacket matching his black hair. And his violet eyes shining with just so much live. And in his other arm was the barely one years old Rika, the same colored eyes shining just like her father's. And right next to the picture were the words, never forget Wildcat. A tear ran down her cheek as she closed the locket and ran her finger along the lightening crest. She knew that it was the symbol of her husband family. She set there for a while, until she decided maybe a nice walk would do her good. So getting dressed in clothes that no one would recognize her in, she made her way to her daughter's room to check on her. She didn't need to worry about Renamon; she knew that the fox type wasn't there. Renamon had leaved just a few minutes ago. But en if she was in there, Rumiko could sneak by the digimon with out any trouble. Just one of the many tricks her late husband had given to her. Once she was sure Rika was okay, Rumiko went outside, but didn't notice Renamon catching her breathe by the tree near the house. But Renamon notice the model What's she doing out so late? Oh well guess I would just follow her, it just might be the key to this whole thing, Renamon thought just before phasing into shadow form as her tamer's mother walked by her.
(In the city)
Rumiko has been walking around the city for nearly an hour and no one has notice who she truly was. But she was well a wear that Renamon has been following her even cents she leaved the house. But what she wasn't a wear of was that she had another shadow following her. It was tat black- cloaked stranger. This stranger was even better hiding then Renamon was. Rumiko just kept on walking, enjoying have a nice quiet time. But with Renamon on her heel, she knew she could go to her secret relaxing spot. So the famous model headed into an alleyway. Renamon was confused but followed anywhere's. But found no trace of her tamers mother. She was nowhere in the ally and Renamon could pick up her scent either. This was starting to really get on Renamon's last nerves. And she doesn't loose her temper ever easily. This just hasn't been my night, she thought as she leaved. Seconds after the digimon leaved, Rumiko reappeared in the alleyway with a grin on her face. Well it's nice to see all the training my husband had given me really works, she thought as she leaved the ally. She walked to an old run down apartment and went in, the least place you wouldn't think of seeing a world famous model going into. Thinking she wasn't being followed anymore, Rumiko want straight there, still unaware of her second shadow. Most thought that it was just an old run building, which only bums and homeless people live. But Rumiko actually owes one of the rooms in the building. But this building also brings back some painful memories for the model. Once reaching the third floor, she went to one of the first doors in the hallway and unlocked it with a key she dug out of her pocket. She stepped into a room felled with object of many sizes scattered about the room. She walked over to a shelve felled with things. But what caught her eyes was a picture in a wooden frame. The picture was of young black haired boy around 14 in age holding a cat with blonde fur. Next to the frame was a cat bed with the words wildcat in black letter on it. Many others things were on that shelve too. There was a cat collar with a nametag on it. The name read Rumiko Smith. And a punching bag was in the far corner of the room, near the door. She moved from the shelve to a chair and set down in it. Next to it was a small table with another picture frame on it. The picture was of two men standing in between a young woman. The woman was the famous model herself, only in her teenage years. One of the man was the guy from the picture in Rumiko's locket. And the other man was someone new. This new guy has brown hair and most beautiful green eyes, anybody would even see. She grabbed the frame and looked at it with a tear in her eye. It's been so long sent I seen both of the men I care deeply, she looked at the brown haired man. Nine years sent I last seen you, Sho Nonaka, then at the black haired man, and even longer for you Matthew Smith. She was now crying freely and hugging the picture frame closed to her. I miss both of you soooo much. So she just set there crying for people who were no longer with her.
(Outside the apartment building)
Hanging on the fire escape with the mysterious cloaked figure. He was looking through a window and was greatly degusted for what he saw. Even after Rumiko had lost Renamon, he had stayed with her. But he was a little surprised at the method of how she ditched the digimon. But if you take account of who she was married to, it shouldn't be that surprising. But yet he was. And in the end that only made his thrust for revenge bigger But with this little bay I have. It would make my revenge even sweeter, he thought as he withdraws his right and from his cloak. And in it was an object that looked like a gold necklace. Lack back at the model he thought, soon my little sister, you would be begging me to end you live. And chuckling evilly, the mysterious figure off the fire escape and into the night.
Me: Okay so email me and tell what you thought of it.
Rika (Angrily say): Well I think it sucked.
Me (Turning to face her): Oh, this coming from someone who all tied up.
Rika (Looked at her tied up hands and feet): You just take me by surprised.
Me (Smile evilly): Yeah right I was able to tie you up without evening trying kid.
Me: Well anywhere's review to tell me what you thought of my first try.
Rika (enter into the room): So you're the new guy I have been hearing about.
Me (Turn to face her): Yup that's me. And what do I owe the honor of your visit here?
Rika: I'm just here to you not to make me do anything embarrassing and we're okay.
Me (Smiling evilly): Oh maybe I'll make you wear a nice pretty pin dress and make you dance with Guilmon.
Rika (Getting mad): You wouldn't dare?
Me (Smiling more): Try me.
Rika (Totally loses it and start running towards me) L'LL KILL YOU!
Me (Just held out my hand and stopped Rika): okay on with my first story, while I try and calm down the kid.
In-Training:
Prologue: The past being dug up.
Night had long cents came and most people were getting ready for bed. But a lone figure makes his away across the rooftops. Cloaked in a black cape, he was like a shadow moving to the naked eye. But it wasn't just the cape that made this figure seem invisible, his movements were also shadowed like. He never even made a single sound as he quietly walked a crossed rooftops. He breathing was so quiet; it was like he wasn't even breathing at all. He even one point, jumped into a yield with a dog in it, but the dog didn't even pick on the mysterious intruder scent. He quickly jumped back onto the rooftops without making any type of noise. This man was truly like a shadow, but yet he don't go completely unnoticed As he made his way pasted the park, he jumped passed a old hut looking place, where a certain someone in there got a whiff of his scent. But he wasn't around long enough for the creature known as a digimon to get a good enough whiff. But what the digimon known, as Guilmon was able to get from this stranger scent confused him. The scent was enough, but something about it didn't smell right. It almost smelled like it was tainted with something. Something like pure darkness and Guilmon didn't like it one. But it was gone almost as it was there and the virus-type digimon didn't get a good enough whiff to tell anything. Or maybe he was just so hungry, that his mind was playing tricks on him.
(At an all to familiar house)
Our mysterious stranger had finally reached his destination. Landing on a tree with the greatest of ease, he looked at an old fashion looking Chinese house with a fence around it. He knew this house more then he cared or wished too. Even though his face was calm, his eyes burned with a hatred so great, it was almost like his eyes themselves were on fire. This place sure brings back memories. Most I would like to forget, the mysterious man thought. And yet he was fighting with is own rage not to simply jump from his hiding spot and break through the door. But he would only get hurt that way. He knew that he's unable to even step in the front lawn of that house. Curse my mother and her spells, he thought. So instead he focus he senses on what was inside and through the use of his senses, his mind eye begin forming a picture of what was in the house, almost like he was seeing right through the wall. And he could tee that there were three presences in there. There was an old woman preparing dinner in the kitchen. There was also a young in her room, looking through a deck of cards. When he saw that the girl an evil smile crossed his face. But when he saw the third presence, his smile vanished. He could tell that this third presence wasn't human. Focusing all of his senses, an image begins to form of the creature's shape. It reminds him of a fox, standing on its hare legs. Its hands were in purple gloves that nearly ran up to it shoulders and yinyang symbols were on the gloves. It was mostly covered in yellow fur, but had some white hanging around it neck. Finally he made out purple symbols on each of it legs. This creature the man was studying could only be what people were calling a digimon. He heard of these things, they were said to be strong and had the ability to change into other forms, giving it even more power. He could sense that the digimon was indeed powerful, but he wasn't worried for he knew, he was more powerful then anything this weak creature hope of being. He once again looked at the house normally. And once again, more memories were coming to him. But these were different. Those were of that fate day more then 13 years ago. He ran his hand along a scar shaped like a lightening bolt on his right cheek.
(Flashback)
It was raining out, but two people didn't seem to notice or care. That's because the rain wasn't even touching their bodies. Those two figures were giving off so much incredibly energy, the rain turned into steam before hitting either of them. But either cared about the rain, both were focus on each other. One was the very stranger, only young and wearing a nice sweater, white kakis and black high-tops. The other guy was wearing a black jacket that matched his hair and it white hood flying in the light breeze. He had dark blue jeans on. And to top it all off, he also wore high-tops, only his were red with metal tips. (N/A kinda sound familiar don't they?) "I'm only asking this once, will you leave my family alone or do we have to get ugly?" the black haired man asked. "You know brother-in law that's just not me," the other guy with red hair said. "Then think as this a message from my wife and daughter!" the black haired man called out and drove his felt fist inot the other go cheek. The impact of the punch sent the redhead flying a good five feet. The man set up and rubbed his cheek and notice blood on his sleeve. "I notice you haven't gone soft while living with my sister and that brat you have been taking care of," the redhead said and smiled evilly. Black was anger now, no one calls his little girl a brat and gets away with it. So he rushed forward, ready to boot this guy right in the face. But then his smile turned smile turn into a grin and Red throw a punch right at his opponent's grain. But surprisely Black jumped into the sky. Red barely was able to dove out of the way as his opponent dropped from the sky. Red bounce of the ground with the use of his hands and high into the sky, where he stayed, hovering. "You see brother-in law I learned how to fly," Red said as he turned around, only to find opponent gone. He searched the area, but could neither found him nor sense him. "Up here!" he heard an all to familiar voice called out. Red looked up to where the voice came from and saw his opponent higher then he was. "You forget, they don't call me the shadow fighter for nothing and you also forget I'm a really good jumper!" Black screamed before giving his opponent a drop kick straight to the face. Red came crashing back to the ground, but easily got back to his feet. His opponent landed charged at him. Red did the same thing, both ready to finish this.
(End of Flashback)
The mysterious black-cloaked figure was pulled out of his thoughts as he sensed someone coming. But this was someone he has been waiting for a long time. He watched as a beautiful woman with blonde hair all tied up and resting against the back of her head came into view. She wore white pants with a long sleeve blue shirt. Still have your beauty after all of these years, but once I get done with you, the only job you would be able to get are roles in monster movies, he thought and raised his hand, getting ready to move once his prey was in place. But then the woman head shut up and looked in his direction. The cloaked figure quickly marked his presence before his prey could pick up on his location. The young woman looked at the tree that the figure was hiding in a few minutes before entering the lawn of her house. Stupid! I should have known she could feel my presence. He stood there, in the tree, watching the house, his anger boiling. But then he begins calming down as a plan formed in his head. Why just beat her, while I can break her. Yes, that it, break her and my victory would be much more sweeter. And I know how to do it too. And with an evil grin on his face, the figure continued to watch his prey.
(Inside the house)
World famous model Rumiko Nonaka was on her when she felt it. A presence she hasn't felt in nearly thirteen years. But she knew that was impossible, that person has been dead for nearly that long. Or has he? She thought. She had looked in the direction she thought she felt something. But it was not there anymore. She stood them for a few moments just looking at the tree, to see if she could feel anything. But after a few more minutes she just shrugged it off and went inside. But once in the safely of her own home, another thought came to her mind. But she has been worrying about this for a while now. Rika turned fourteen nearly a mouth ago and yet nothing happening to her. Maybe just maybe, my husband has done more then one thing for this family. She became sad as she thought of the man she loved. A man who gave his ever lives for her family. She enters into the kitchen and she her mother preparing dinner. The old woman lifted her head from her work and acknowledged the person who just entered with a quick nodded. Even though the old woman face was calm, her eyes were alive with the same emotion as her daughter's eyes. Both were worried about something. The famous model returned the nod and leaved the kitchen. She made her where to her daughter's room and lighten knocked on the door. "Come in," she heard her daughter say. She entered and saw her daughter, Rika Nonaka at her desk, going through her desk of digimon playing cards. And standing near her was a fox- liking creature with yellow fur. Her name was Renamon, a digmon. By now Rumiko had gotten use to her being around. But what Renamon was capable of doing also brought back a lot of painful memories for the model. "Dinner nearly ready you two," Rumiko said. "Okay," her daughter replied coldly Even though they relationship had improved cents something that happened along time ago, Rika still seem cold to her own mother at times. "Um Rika have you been felling will lately?" Rumiko has been asking this question even sent Rika turned fourteen. Rika sighed before answering," Yes mom for about the tenth time, yes." "Well actually this would count as the eleventh time she asked," Renamon said calmly. Rika shot her digimon partner one of her famous death glares and said," Renamon I don't need your two cents." "Well I just wondering if you have any problems like short of breath or felt incredibly tired or weak kneed," Rumiko said, and then leaved. One she was sure her mother was gone, Rika asked," What's with her and my health, lately?" "She just concerned like any mother would be," Renamon said calmly. But she was thinking, I been wondering that too. "Yeah, but she been asking me that even sent I turn 14, almost like she was scared or something like that," Rika said. That something the fox digimon never thought of, but it fitted when she thought about it. If she is worried about Rika, then that means she must know something, but what? Renamon thought about it for a minute and decided to go and check something out. "Rika, I would meet you at the table," Renamon calmly said. "Okay," her tamer replied. Then the fox type digimon disappeared from sight as she went into shadow form. In this from Renamon could walk among humans without being seen. The fox digimon made her way to the kitchen to find her tamer's mother and grandmother talking. "Well she seems okay, so maybe she would have to go through what we both went through at her age Rika's grandmother said. "Maybe but still what if it's happened to her, I just don't think I could live with myself if she ever have to go through what I want through," Rika's mother said with great sorrow in her voice. This puzzled the digimon very much. From the way it sounded both Rika's mother and grandmother went through something around the age Rika is now. And that only made the fox type more worried. "And I felt him while coming home," Rumiko said with even greater sorrow and she looked ready to cry. The look on Rika's grandmother face just made Renamon worry even more. The normally calm woman face was now felled with sorrow and fear. "But that's impossible, Matthew made sure he would never trouble this family thirteen years ago," Rika's grandmother said with just as great sorrow as her own daughter's. This just made Renamon wonder more. It would seem she was getting more questions then answers and this made the digimon worry more. What could these two be so worry about? Who is this Matthew and who is these other guy they're talking about? And what do this have to do with Rika? But all this wondering was doing something that rarely happens. Renamon was getting a headache. That was about the time Rumiko looked over at the spot where Renamon was hiding. Her mother quickly followed her daughter glaze and Renamon became even more puzzled. Can she tell where I am? No it can't be that. Can it? But that was about the time Rika entered and Renamon decided to join them for dinner, another rare occasion. And then the four begin eating.
(Later that night)
With questions still buzzing around in Renamon head, she had a hard time getting to sleep. So she decided to go for a little walk in the park and maybe talk with Guilmon. Renamon would never come out and say it, but she has strong feelings for the virus-type digimon. And if she would even to show it to any of the other digimon, especially Terriermon or Impmon, she would never it live it down. But a digimon could dream just like a human can. She stepped out of the house in shadow form as other questions started to come to mind. Like how was Rika's mother able to sense Renamon was in the room? Or about both mother and grandmother great concerned for they daughter and granddaughter, about something. But what that was still escaped the digimon. And in the end that made her very worried. Worried that something might happened to the person she could possible call her own. Just as she exit through the fence, she saw movement out of the corner of her right eye. Something black. Her first thoughts was that it was just Impmon her to bug her. The little demon digimon just love making fun of all of the digimon. But Renamon was used to that by now. But what she saw when she looked startled her a little. It was a human wearing a black cloak, just staring at the Nonaka household. But what amazed the rookie digimon was, she couldn't pick this human scent up. It was almost like he didn't even one. But that's when Renamon notice that the man wasn't just staring at the house. No, he was staring at Rika's room. Sensing danger, Renamon quickly made her way over to the tree and jumped up. But when she reached the guy, he backhanded her in the stomach. And then with the same hand, backhanded Renamon in the face. The fox digimon fell back into her physical form before crashing to the ground. Renamon didn't know what was more surprising, the fact that she couldn't smell this human or the fact that he was able to sense her. Then the guy jumped down from the tree and closed his hand around Renamon's throat. "No matter how quiet you think you are fox, no one and I mean no one can get the drop on me," the mysterious man said. But then Renamon notice something, his hair. It was just like Rika's. But she notices the pure hatred in his blue eyes. Then before letting Renamon go, the black-cloaked stranger gave her one good punch to her stomach. Then letting go of the fox digimon, the leaped into the air silently and out Renamon view. The blow to the rookie digimon stomach had hurt her very much. She was struggling to get to her feet This as been one of those confusing day, she thought as she rested against the tree.
(In Rumiko room)
Renamon wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping. Rumiko has been restless even cents coming home and sensing what she hopped wasn't whom she thought it was. So she was just lying on the floor, look at a gold locket with a black lightening bolt on it. If he is really alive, then Rika is in more danger then with that whole D-reaper thing, she thought. Rumiko knew the whole D-reaper event was crazy, but this could be ten times worse. Because she knew what this enemy was capable of doing. Probably gotten better during those last thirteen years too. Then she took her locket in her hands and opened it. In it was a picture of her family and herself. The way she looked thirteen years ago, her long hair tied up in a ponytail and flowing behind her back. And next to her with an arm wrapped around her was the man she loved so much, his black jacket matching his black hair. And his violet eyes shining with just so much live. And in his other arm was the barely one years old Rika, the same colored eyes shining just like her father's. And right next to the picture were the words, never forget Wildcat. A tear ran down her cheek as she closed the locket and ran her finger along the lightening crest. She knew that it was the symbol of her husband family. She set there for a while, until she decided maybe a nice walk would do her good. So getting dressed in clothes that no one would recognize her in, she made her way to her daughter's room to check on her. She didn't need to worry about Renamon; she knew that the fox type wasn't there. Renamon had leaved just a few minutes ago. But en if she was in there, Rumiko could sneak by the digimon with out any trouble. Just one of the many tricks her late husband had given to her. Once she was sure Rika was okay, Rumiko went outside, but didn't notice Renamon catching her breathe by the tree near the house. But Renamon notice the model What's she doing out so late? Oh well guess I would just follow her, it just might be the key to this whole thing, Renamon thought just before phasing into shadow form as her tamer's mother walked by her.
(In the city)
Rumiko has been walking around the city for nearly an hour and no one has notice who she truly was. But she was well a wear that Renamon has been following her even cents she leaved the house. But what she wasn't a wear of was that she had another shadow following her. It was tat black- cloaked stranger. This stranger was even better hiding then Renamon was. Rumiko just kept on walking, enjoying have a nice quiet time. But with Renamon on her heel, she knew she could go to her secret relaxing spot. So the famous model headed into an alleyway. Renamon was confused but followed anywhere's. But found no trace of her tamers mother. She was nowhere in the ally and Renamon could pick up her scent either. This was starting to really get on Renamon's last nerves. And she doesn't loose her temper ever easily. This just hasn't been my night, she thought as she leaved. Seconds after the digimon leaved, Rumiko reappeared in the alleyway with a grin on her face. Well it's nice to see all the training my husband had given me really works, she thought as she leaved the ally. She walked to an old run down apartment and went in, the least place you wouldn't think of seeing a world famous model going into. Thinking she wasn't being followed anymore, Rumiko want straight there, still unaware of her second shadow. Most thought that it was just an old run building, which only bums and homeless people live. But Rumiko actually owes one of the rooms in the building. But this building also brings back some painful memories for the model. Once reaching the third floor, she went to one of the first doors in the hallway and unlocked it with a key she dug out of her pocket. She stepped into a room felled with object of many sizes scattered about the room. She walked over to a shelve felled with things. But what caught her eyes was a picture in a wooden frame. The picture was of young black haired boy around 14 in age holding a cat with blonde fur. Next to the frame was a cat bed with the words wildcat in black letter on it. Many others things were on that shelve too. There was a cat collar with a nametag on it. The name read Rumiko Smith. And a punching bag was in the far corner of the room, near the door. She moved from the shelve to a chair and set down in it. Next to it was a small table with another picture frame on it. The picture was of two men standing in between a young woman. The woman was the famous model herself, only in her teenage years. One of the man was the guy from the picture in Rumiko's locket. And the other man was someone new. This new guy has brown hair and most beautiful green eyes, anybody would even see. She grabbed the frame and looked at it with a tear in her eye. It's been so long sent I seen both of the men I care deeply, she looked at the brown haired man. Nine years sent I last seen you, Sho Nonaka, then at the black haired man, and even longer for you Matthew Smith. She was now crying freely and hugging the picture frame closed to her. I miss both of you soooo much. So she just set there crying for people who were no longer with her.
(Outside the apartment building)
Hanging on the fire escape with the mysterious cloaked figure. He was looking through a window and was greatly degusted for what he saw. Even after Rumiko had lost Renamon, he had stayed with her. But he was a little surprised at the method of how she ditched the digimon. But if you take account of who she was married to, it shouldn't be that surprising. But yet he was. And in the end that only made his thrust for revenge bigger But with this little bay I have. It would make my revenge even sweeter, he thought as he withdraws his right and from his cloak. And in it was an object that looked like a gold necklace. Lack back at the model he thought, soon my little sister, you would be begging me to end you live. And chuckling evilly, the mysterious figure off the fire escape and into the night.
Me: Okay so email me and tell what you thought of it.
Rika (Angrily say): Well I think it sucked.
Me (Turning to face her): Oh, this coming from someone who all tied up.
Rika (Looked at her tied up hands and feet): You just take me by surprised.
Me (Smile evilly): Yeah right I was able to tie you up without evening trying kid.
Me: Well anywhere's review to tell me what you thought of my first try.