Whoa, I'm finally doing chapter 8... can yah believe it? Well, Anyhoo, Here
it is. I'm not going to put in a long authors note. Maybe at the end of the
chapter, but not here, and I better stop babbling before it does become too
long. Baibai! *pushes the big fucking red button of DOOM!*
*static*
*next chapyter* ( (not a typo)
~Chapter 8~
Rika lay cold and wet in his arms. Umbramon had flown all night long, and had gotten caught in an atramentous storm. It had tired him greatly, especially since he was carrying Rika and he was already starting to get tired. They finally crash landed into a sere tree, and he sank onto a branch.
His wings were folded, crumpled against his back in an uncomfortable manner. He could see his reflection in a black puddle, his furry wolf features mussed up and a small scratch on his cheek. Rika was in perfect condition, not counting the unconcious state.
Looking up he saw a small Demidevimon nest. They wouldn't be a big threat, but they liked to cause havoc, so he uncrumpled one of his wings and wrapped it around Rika protectively. He didn't want to put her in any more pain than he had already caused her. He felt bad enough without actually physically abusing her any more.
After a while he too drifted off into sleep. His sleep was that of dreamlessness. Rika woke not that long afterwards. She stretched and yawned, only to get a face full of leathery skin. She shook her head and pushed the wing off of her... and proceeded to fall out of the tree.
Down on the ground, she stood up and pushed as much mud off of her as possible. She looked around, and finally looked down to her tattered shirt. She blushed, though it was barely visible seeing as the entire dark ocean was covered in a dull shade of gray. She covered up her chest just incase any perverted digimon were lurking about.
She began to wander off, trying to stay close to the tree. Soon she was totally lost. It was a very odd thing. She wished she had something to cover up with. Not only was it cold, but her arms were getting tired from being in that X position over her chest so long. She was a maturing woman, and did have cleavage to cover up.
After about an hour or so, she saw a large cave, carved into the side of the mountain she was apparantely walking on.
"Well, curiousity killed the cat, but since I'm not a cat..."
She slowly and quietly ventured inside. Around her were little baby digimon, Pagumon she knew. These were devilish little creatures she knew... she remembered the one episode of digimon when they kidnapped poor Patamon.
She tiptoed as quietly as possible towards the back of the cave. It was really dark, but she could still see slightly. Suddenly she found something she hadn't expected. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise as she ran over to investigate.
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Auroramon was sitting a ways away, staring at Renamon. He felt incredibly bad for her. She was most likely never going to see her partner again. He sighed and looked over to the door leading to the room in which Ryo and Motodramon were in. Motodramon was helping Ryo get ready in both a physical and a mental sense.
Ryo came out finally, and Renamon and Auroramon looked up. Ryo was dressed in a warrior's garb, complete with the scimitar strapped on his belt, a bow strung over his shoulder, and an enchanted quiver holding 20 arrows. He wore black leggings, with ankle bracers and soft yet strongly padded shoes. He had on a silver vest over a skin tight black t-shirt. On one hand he wore a black fingerless glove, and on the other he wore a silver fingerless glove.
By the time Renamon and Auroramon were done taking in the sight, Ryo had already walked down the hallway. He seemed more mature than the last time they had seen him. He had been in that room for an entire year, yet the time outside of the room was merely five minutes. Hypertime, it was called. He had not aged at all, just used lost time from another dimension to train. Cyberdramon and digital simulations taught him how to use his weapons. It was long, strenuous training, but he made it.
"Is it time to go?"
"Yes, it is Ryo."
"Wait. Auroramon, where do I and Cyberdramon come in through all of this? Surely you were going to tell us sooner or later."
"I'm sorry Renamon, I had nearly forgotten. You and Cyberdramon are involved very little, but very importantly. Here, come here so I may explain, quickly though, we are running out of time."
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Rika walked over to the girl. She had bluish silver hair. That was all Rika could make out, other than the fact that she was indeed female. It made Rika put her hands back up over her chest. She would have attempted to wake the girl, for she was sleeping, and the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest proved that, but Rika was too tired and exhausted to do anything, and laid her head against the wall, slumped to the floor, and fell asleep.
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Umbramon woke slowly. Opening his eyes, he came face to face with a grinning bowling ball with fur and wings. His eyes widened in shock, and he fell out of the tree with a resounding thud. He groaned and looked up, trying to gather his scattered senses.
The little Demidevimon flew down, and perched on the ground in front of him. Umbramon looked around, and up into the tree, and it didn't take long to come to the conclusion that Rika was missing. Letting loose a feral snarl, he glared at the little rookie digimon in front of him.
"Where is she? What have you done with her?"
"Who are you talking about. She? Do you mean some female digimon that's as much as a fuzz ball as you?"
Another feral snarl escaped his throat as he swiped at this digimon, shattering his data into digital dust. He looked around, the same red glow as before over taking his eyes, the black freezing fire engulfing his body. Looking around, he dropped to all fours. It only took one or two sniffs at the ground to track her scent. He took off, bounding so fast that he could give Garurumon a run for his money in a race.
At the entrance to the cave, he stalked in, growling menacingly. These Pagumon... they were both in his way, and possible perpetrators. They must be destroyed. He howled, then growled the name of his attack.
"OBSIDIAN MOON!"
Some Pagumon had barely opened their eyes in reaction to the disturbance before their data was dissolved and absorbed by Umbramon. He continued walking, this time on his hind legs though. He soon came to Rika, and some mysterious girl. Obviously Rika's kidnapper.
A black shining moon appeared behind Umbramon's ebon flaming form. You could practically see death's eyes waiting in the craters of the moon. Umbramon threw back his fiery canine snout, and howled in protest of this enemy.
Rika opened her eyes slowly and immediately realized the danger. The girl next to her had been awake the entire time, and now she showed that fact by springing into the air, her form taking on a bluish silver glow, grabbing Rika, and sprinting out of there. They had barely left the cave when it exploded in a blast of dark energy. The girl whistled and what appeared to be a silvery blue Garurumon sprinted out of the forest, and scooped them up.
She was bewildered, amazed, afraid of being caught by Umbramon, going with this girl, and leaving Umbramon in the state he was in. It was like he was possessed or something. She had to admit, she was honestly worrying about Umbramon. Just like she honestly worried about Impmon when he went off in the digital world. She had this thing about worrying about slightly evil digimon. She couldn't explain why, she just did.
Rika and the mystery girl on the Garurumon were dashing through the forests, until they finally came to a rest in the forest. Rika's fear doubled over, but when the girl looked at her in the eye, it seemed to all just...melt away...
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A/n - Oh my god! I updated! It took me three days to write this, because I have a case of the worst disease known to authors and authoresses all over the world: WRITERS BLOCK!!! Dun dun DUN! Well, if you guys bug me some more, and my reviews go up to 110, then I'll write the next chapyter. Until then, ja ne! Namarie!
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*next chapyter* ( (not a typo)
~Chapter 8~
Rika lay cold and wet in his arms. Umbramon had flown all night long, and had gotten caught in an atramentous storm. It had tired him greatly, especially since he was carrying Rika and he was already starting to get tired. They finally crash landed into a sere tree, and he sank onto a branch.
His wings were folded, crumpled against his back in an uncomfortable manner. He could see his reflection in a black puddle, his furry wolf features mussed up and a small scratch on his cheek. Rika was in perfect condition, not counting the unconcious state.
Looking up he saw a small Demidevimon nest. They wouldn't be a big threat, but they liked to cause havoc, so he uncrumpled one of his wings and wrapped it around Rika protectively. He didn't want to put her in any more pain than he had already caused her. He felt bad enough without actually physically abusing her any more.
After a while he too drifted off into sleep. His sleep was that of dreamlessness. Rika woke not that long afterwards. She stretched and yawned, only to get a face full of leathery skin. She shook her head and pushed the wing off of her... and proceeded to fall out of the tree.
Down on the ground, she stood up and pushed as much mud off of her as possible. She looked around, and finally looked down to her tattered shirt. She blushed, though it was barely visible seeing as the entire dark ocean was covered in a dull shade of gray. She covered up her chest just incase any perverted digimon were lurking about.
She began to wander off, trying to stay close to the tree. Soon she was totally lost. It was a very odd thing. She wished she had something to cover up with. Not only was it cold, but her arms were getting tired from being in that X position over her chest so long. She was a maturing woman, and did have cleavage to cover up.
After about an hour or so, she saw a large cave, carved into the side of the mountain she was apparantely walking on.
"Well, curiousity killed the cat, but since I'm not a cat..."
She slowly and quietly ventured inside. Around her were little baby digimon, Pagumon she knew. These were devilish little creatures she knew... she remembered the one episode of digimon when they kidnapped poor Patamon.
She tiptoed as quietly as possible towards the back of the cave. It was really dark, but she could still see slightly. Suddenly she found something she hadn't expected. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise as she ran over to investigate.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Auroramon was sitting a ways away, staring at Renamon. He felt incredibly bad for her. She was most likely never going to see her partner again. He sighed and looked over to the door leading to the room in which Ryo and Motodramon were in. Motodramon was helping Ryo get ready in both a physical and a mental sense.
Ryo came out finally, and Renamon and Auroramon looked up. Ryo was dressed in a warrior's garb, complete with the scimitar strapped on his belt, a bow strung over his shoulder, and an enchanted quiver holding 20 arrows. He wore black leggings, with ankle bracers and soft yet strongly padded shoes. He had on a silver vest over a skin tight black t-shirt. On one hand he wore a black fingerless glove, and on the other he wore a silver fingerless glove.
By the time Renamon and Auroramon were done taking in the sight, Ryo had already walked down the hallway. He seemed more mature than the last time they had seen him. He had been in that room for an entire year, yet the time outside of the room was merely five minutes. Hypertime, it was called. He had not aged at all, just used lost time from another dimension to train. Cyberdramon and digital simulations taught him how to use his weapons. It was long, strenuous training, but he made it.
"Is it time to go?"
"Yes, it is Ryo."
"Wait. Auroramon, where do I and Cyberdramon come in through all of this? Surely you were going to tell us sooner or later."
"I'm sorry Renamon, I had nearly forgotten. You and Cyberdramon are involved very little, but very importantly. Here, come here so I may explain, quickly though, we are running out of time."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rika walked over to the girl. She had bluish silver hair. That was all Rika could make out, other than the fact that she was indeed female. It made Rika put her hands back up over her chest. She would have attempted to wake the girl, for she was sleeping, and the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest proved that, but Rika was too tired and exhausted to do anything, and laid her head against the wall, slumped to the floor, and fell asleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Umbramon woke slowly. Opening his eyes, he came face to face with a grinning bowling ball with fur and wings. His eyes widened in shock, and he fell out of the tree with a resounding thud. He groaned and looked up, trying to gather his scattered senses.
The little Demidevimon flew down, and perched on the ground in front of him. Umbramon looked around, and up into the tree, and it didn't take long to come to the conclusion that Rika was missing. Letting loose a feral snarl, he glared at the little rookie digimon in front of him.
"Where is she? What have you done with her?"
"Who are you talking about. She? Do you mean some female digimon that's as much as a fuzz ball as you?"
Another feral snarl escaped his throat as he swiped at this digimon, shattering his data into digital dust. He looked around, the same red glow as before over taking his eyes, the black freezing fire engulfing his body. Looking around, he dropped to all fours. It only took one or two sniffs at the ground to track her scent. He took off, bounding so fast that he could give Garurumon a run for his money in a race.
At the entrance to the cave, he stalked in, growling menacingly. These Pagumon... they were both in his way, and possible perpetrators. They must be destroyed. He howled, then growled the name of his attack.
"OBSIDIAN MOON!"
Some Pagumon had barely opened their eyes in reaction to the disturbance before their data was dissolved and absorbed by Umbramon. He continued walking, this time on his hind legs though. He soon came to Rika, and some mysterious girl. Obviously Rika's kidnapper.
A black shining moon appeared behind Umbramon's ebon flaming form. You could practically see death's eyes waiting in the craters of the moon. Umbramon threw back his fiery canine snout, and howled in protest of this enemy.
Rika opened her eyes slowly and immediately realized the danger. The girl next to her had been awake the entire time, and now she showed that fact by springing into the air, her form taking on a bluish silver glow, grabbing Rika, and sprinting out of there. They had barely left the cave when it exploded in a blast of dark energy. The girl whistled and what appeared to be a silvery blue Garurumon sprinted out of the forest, and scooped them up.
She was bewildered, amazed, afraid of being caught by Umbramon, going with this girl, and leaving Umbramon in the state he was in. It was like he was possessed or something. She had to admit, she was honestly worrying about Umbramon. Just like she honestly worried about Impmon when he went off in the digital world. She had this thing about worrying about slightly evil digimon. She couldn't explain why, she just did.
Rika and the mystery girl on the Garurumon were dashing through the forests, until they finally came to a rest in the forest. Rika's fear doubled over, but when the girl looked at her in the eye, it seemed to all just...melt away...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A/n - Oh my god! I updated! It took me three days to write this, because I have a case of the worst disease known to authors and authoresses all over the world: WRITERS BLOCK!!! Dun dun DUN! Well, if you guys bug me some more, and my reviews go up to 110, then I'll write the next chapyter. Until then, ja ne! Namarie!