DIGIMON: The Becoming
By Himitsu the Hunter
Chapter 7: Falling Alive To the Song of the Silent…
(Day 3) 4:36 pm
Groggy eyes lifted in half hearted effort, a moan escaped tired lips, and ears heard the noise of speech crowding their quiet space. Rika was drained. A wave of numbing tiredness swept through her immobile body as she wondered briefly why she was lying on a bed not her own, surrounded by unfamiliar ceilings. It was hard even to feel the pressure of her mothers hand against her ashen skin. From her skewed view even she could see the worry etched into her mother's tired face.
"Mom..." Her dry throat could hardly croak that single word.
Quickly her mother's eyes came alive with a combination of restrained worry and relief, "Its ok honey... everything will be all right."
"Mom I..." She began to say then paused, the memories of the night rushing back to her a mad tangled dance of concepts, images and sounds. And with sudden strength she suddenly sprang into an upright position with weak arms at her sides and her eyes unfocused and dilated.
Quickly Ms. Nonoka held her child steady though startled by her sudden rise from the bed, "Rika?" her voice was clothed in concern.
Then as if answering from the mist of a dream she spoke, "I felt it... I felt it mom... I felt her suffering... Jeri is in pain… so much pain... so much pain, so much pain..." her voice was a mere broken noise battering the corners of minds with its weight.
Reluctantly her mother spoke those damming words, "Rika honny... Jeri... she disappeared last night..."
That alone shook Rika from her stupor, "What!!!!" She cried that single word, wielded it like a weapon.
Silently her mother flinched, "We don't know exactly what happened but when you collapsed her room was filled with a bright red light... then she vanished..."
For a moment Rika simply continued her blank stare; then quick a look of grim determination settled across her face again, "Mom let me up... I need to go..."
Once more Ms. Nonoka's eyes settled on those of her daughter's, "I can't let you, not yet and not like this," beneath her grip she noticed the sudden tensing within her daughters lithe muscles, "Mr. Yamaki is working on figuring out what happen and so are the Monster makers. Just please rest a bit more Rika... I don't want to have to worry about you."
For a moment Rika thought of simply brushing her mother aside then getting up to find out what had befallen her friend, but upon meeting her mother's worried eyes she could no more disobey the plea right there and then than sprout wings.
"Alright Mom, I'll do what you ask... for now," Rika then fell back upon the bed and smiled for her mother.
Ms. Nonoka then rose from the bedside, "I'll go tell the others that you're alright... Your grandmother will be overjoyed to see you up and around," and as she approached the exit continued on, "After all, I've told her all too often that she worries too much over you," Then with a cheeky grin she left the confines of the white walled hospital room leaving Rika smiling slightly at her mothers silliness.
Turning her eyes up to the ceiling Rika breathed a deep sigh, "Jeri... please be alright..."
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All ran smoothly in the prefecture of Gear-Town, its streets were filled with sounds of merchants and tradesmen of all kinds, each making its own bid for the attentions of the even more numerous potential customers. It was exactly the kind of day which Lopmon absolutely loved. Long time he had been a guardian of gateways, the watchman valued for his foresight and skills and now as always before he held his post with pride and conviction. Long times of guarding empty gates had taught him to treasure every moment of interaction he could claim even if none of it was direct.
He was perched upon his post upon a pole at birds eye view from the city, high places being as natural to him as the ground, alert eyes scanning the crowds while smiling happily even as the breeze stirred across his long ears.
Briefly he sighed, as happy as he was here he could not forget the two things which had plagued him since he had found his partner in the visage of the child Suzy. Only one had he yet brought to an end and that was his loyalties to the Sovereign of the South. Even now he could hardly feel resolved with the fact that no longer did he hold the post of Diva beside his sworn liege lord, a thing that stabbed deep into his core. Always he had been a devoted and loyal subject of his Sovereign lord... his god, then in an instant he had found the old adage true, one truly couldn't be beholden to two masters and thus he chose if only briefly duty to his partner over duty to his Liege and lost the bond that had long marked him as special among the children of his lord. Only a few months ago had he even worked up enough nerve to again go before his lord to finally resolve the horrible conflict of emotions swelling within him.
At heart he was a dreamer and a romantic, two traits that never went over well with most of the more 'down to earth' companions he had once known but served him well as he dreamed of an eventual paradise as was promised by the very words of his god Zhuqiaomon. Those long hours of stillness and dreams, broken only by the rare occasions in which he was able to speak to either his god or fellow divas... or was sent on quests in the name of his lord. Fondly he remembered the only of his brethren with whom he could share the dreams and goals he had long held, the serpent diva, Santiramon. Oddly enough the serpent's laid back approach to everything complimented Lopmon's own surprisingly well, his willingness to listen to Lopmon's musing and share his thoughts had always helped to make the warrior hare feel as if he belonged serving alongside of his fellow divas. There was little he wouldn't give to have the serpent warrior there to talk to again, especially on a slow day like this one.
**BOOM**! Quickly his eyes lit and his ears pounded with proof against the truth of his thought... It seemed the day would be picking up quite soon, hopefully it wouldn't be the distasteful duty of cleaning out Ravers again.
Quickly he sprinted across the tops of buildings toward the source of the noise, only to be greeted by a burning ball of super-heated plasma singing his ear along side of the echo's of 'Nova Blast' bouncing about along side it.
Lovely, he thought, A full blown battle in the town square... and it was that trouble making Greymon *AGAIN*... Lopmon could do little more than look to the heavens in exasperation and sigh, "Sovereign... give me strength! *sigh* At least it isn't the Ravers acting up again..." then bound off to do his job and take care of this mess before any of the others could arrive.
The combatants were locked in mortal struggle, each with no mind but to eliminate the other from existence, as the curious looked on from all around the streets. Lopmon arrived just in time to see golden ape Hanumon charge in wielding its bone club like a make shift sword against the annoyingly familiar face of the Greymon he had several times before stopped from tearing up the town.
The golden Ape charged in, its bone club swinging all the while with reckless abandon. On the other hand the Greymon waited for the right moment to strike, steadying him self on four limbs, the churning flames in his mouth the only indication of his intent. Inch by precious inch he waited for his prey to complete his charge, straight into the perfect spot.... Only rage could bee seen in the eyes of the charging Hanumon as it approached the point of the Greymon's tactical enterprise, and was all but completely halted by the sight of a larger than average Nova Blast screaming towards his chest and face. On pure reflex the Gold ape swung its club right across the center of the attack, canceling its driving core... only to find that the real trap had not been the attack but its follow up where the Greymon had used the moment of the fireball obscuring his vision to slink around his defenses and get close enough to lay a salvage bite into the Hanumon's shoulder and pull back, leaving gouts of trailing Data in the gold one's fur. Screaming in defiance Hanumon was not about to let the masked Dino-Dragon get away unpunished, quickly he kicked the Greymon in the stomach with his short legs, performed a spinning back fist to its snout, then followed up with a vicious left hook to the throat, and finally a solid haymaker to the lower jaw with the ringed knuckle of its right hand. Both parties then backed off again nursing their injuries and circling while inspecting each other for further weakness. It was at this point that Lopmon finally made his entrance, having flung himself from the roof tops to land in the centre of the battle.
"LOPMON EVOLVE TO... TURUIEMON!" At the top of his lungs he screamed the now familiar activation phrase. He felt the frame of his current self being denuded of its outer substance, ripping down to the template of his most basic core. Then came the familiar rush power and feelings of growth as his body stretched and re-solidified in the pattern of a now humanoid, near 6 foot hare sporting a yellow Gi, red gloves and cloth shoes. Resting upon his gloved hands lay the weapons which in this new form he would use, twin grappling clawed gauntlets.
When finally Lopmon had landed he immediately turned to look at the offending Greymon, "Agu-san... you know that this is the third time I've had to talk to you about fighting in city limits..." he spoke softly, "What could possibly be important enough that you would want to be put out of town?"
The offending Greymon looked on in some fair amount of terror, despite its trouble making rep this had been the best place it had ever been... and having only very recently been reprimanded by the creature before him the last thing he wanted was to farther push his luck. Life had been good to him since he had first arrived... fighting was fun but not worth the loss of this sanctuary.
"It wasn't my fault," the creature whimpered then pointed at its now recovered opponent, "he was trying to take my mask..."
Turuiemon turned, just in time to see a huge fist descend upon the spot where he was standing and move out of the way. The apes face was twisted in a savage snarl.
"Stay out of my way rabbit, I want that Greymon is MINE!" then launched itself once more in the Greymon's direction.
Realizing the situation Turuiemon acted immediately, "No can do buddy, Gauntlet Claw!!" He swung his fists forward with the claws of the gauntlets tearing a glowing rift into the air as they swung as well, a rift which flew like a hungry blade and scored an unbalancing hit upon the bulk of Hanumon's leg muscle. The golden ape hit the ground like a sack of potatoes... face first.
Without pausing Turuiemon then launched itself at the offending creature, knowing that the blows it had just taken would only slow it for a short time... but more than long enough to finish taking it down.
"Lightning Kung-Fu!" the unfortunate Ape had risen just in time to see it coming, but not fast enough to do a thing more. Electricity raced all along the tri-horned hare's arms as he seemed to blur into a frenzy of attacks, each scoring lines of scorched digital flesh and hair all across Hanumon's body, the final blow knocking him into the nearest wall where he continued to lay smoking, scarred and unconscious but other wise alive. As he stood and looked upon his handy work, Turuiemon let slip away the form he held, sliding straight back into his rookie form.
Lopmon took stock of the situation, the Greymon as far as he could tell was innocent but would have to be brought in for questioning, but where were the rest of the Guardian patrol? Lopmon sighed as he heard the sound of a Mekanorimon's gears cranking down the street, late again.
Lopmon watched as the figure of the Mekanorimon clanked into view... with the latest recruit Yashamon sitting atop its head. It was clear that the 2 had been off goofing around again, Yashamon most likely being the instigator of the dalliance... again.
To himself Lopmon sighed, "I suppose its Guardromon's fault for putting those 2 slackers together... Sovereign knows how easy it is for poor Mekanorimon to be led astray... and with Guil and Renamon out looking for our tamers that's two of our best people gone..."
"Yasha I told you stopping by those last 5 donut bars wouldn't be a good idea!"
"Yea' sorry Mek, but I was much in the Hunger zone and m' perfect body t'was in need of fuel!"
Once more Lopmon sighed... It was going to be a LONG day...
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It had been hours since they had begun their flight in search of their respective tamers and Renamon decided that it was time that Guilmon took some time to rest his weary wings.
"Down there Guilmon," she spoke into his ear, "Right by the Forest, we can make camp there,"
"Alright Renamon, you're the boss,"
It took them nearly half an hour to go foraging and setting up a spot for the night but finally when they were finished and the sun began to set again they had carved out a neat space in which to shelter for the night. Renamon in the trees and Guilmon in the ground.
It didn't take long for her saurian companion to drift into the realm of sleep, personally she believed that even fully awake he seemed already half way there, leaving Renamon time to think beyond the happy haze of wild winds that had been whipping past her all day. She hated that kind of free time.
She had managed to keep herself busy in the time that they had found and firmly established Gear-town, first in its reconstructions from a bunch of crumbling walls and a meager population of 20 digimon, 15 of which were Harugumon, the other 4 Guardromon, and 1 Golemon, then in policing the masses of homeless and unsure digimon who flooded in after hearing of a place of safety where all were invited provided that they obeyed the common rule. Of course there where plenty of digimon opposed to this influx, some being from the outside and fearing that one day the united rule of Gear-town would decide that their own areas of the digital world would be better off in its own capable hands.
Seldom did Renamon have time to think of the partner she so missed, of the sweet scent of the air when cherry blossoms fell, of the kind family she had found in her partner's mother and grandmother... a kind of kinship she had never expected to share with any, kinship and laughter. Almost irrationally her mind crept back to an incident where she had caught a thief attempting to gain entry into the neighboring house, she could have easily not gotten involved in the entire thing, but it felt like it would have been a dishonor to Rika and her family to act so callously when she held the ability to do something about the situation.
The poor fool had never seen it coming, not the kick which slammed him into the nearby wall nor the face of his attacker. Even as he rose from the ground and reached for his gun he never saw anything but the crystal shard which snatched it from his hand and pinned it into the nearby wall. He fell again, shocked at the sight of his gun with the crystal blade stuck through it. Then before he could scramble up from on the ground once more wash of warm breath crossed his ear accompanied by a gentle voice with a simple warning message.
"This neighborhood is off-limits. The next time I catch you trying anything here..." the voice trailed off and he felt a soft brush of fur against his ear for a moment, but by the time he had turned to look, there was nothing there. It didn't take much more for him to decide that this place was not to be messed with and move on. Renamon grinned to herself in remembrance of a job well done.
But despite the memories she would recall one by one, she could not help the heart weary feeling settling within her. She longed to one more be with her human family, to share in their joy, to help in their laughter, to help Rika's grandmother in the kitchen... to watch over her partner's angelic peace while she slept. It brought her close to tears just thinking of reunion with her partner, of just being close again to her loved ones and feeling the warmth of family. Looking down on Guilmon she could not help but sigh at the cozy scene he presented and the content look on his face as he murmured his partner's name, as well as the names of several of his favorite food items, in his sleep.
"If only once..." she whispered in hushed tones of reverence, "I could ever be that happy..." then in the quiet noise of the darkened wood Renamon finally let go her worries, concerns and fears then drifted slowly in to the welcome blank of sleep.
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Not far away a pair of feathered wings took flight... The Masters would want an update now that the 2 had bedded down for the night... and what the masters wanted, the masters received.
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I'm extremely sorry for the huge delay between the last chapter and this one... I've been having computer troubles of all kinds for over a month now and have had to rewrite the chapter twice...(Which kinda kills the entire creative thing for me sometimes.) But now here I am and here I'll stay so to all who read this Thank YOU!!! ^_^
My thanks to Neverwhere Readsaur, QuestionDeca and others for their support thus far... (Especially my critics who make me look for all my imperfection and try to smooth them out)
I hope to hear from those of you who thus far contributed your support... as well as any new faces that should arrive. Review help keep me focused on the task of bring my story to you... I hope you let me know how much you enjoy it.
-Himitsu The Hunter
By Himitsu the Hunter
Chapter 7: Falling Alive To the Song of the Silent…
(Day 3) 4:36 pm
Groggy eyes lifted in half hearted effort, a moan escaped tired lips, and ears heard the noise of speech crowding their quiet space. Rika was drained. A wave of numbing tiredness swept through her immobile body as she wondered briefly why she was lying on a bed not her own, surrounded by unfamiliar ceilings. It was hard even to feel the pressure of her mothers hand against her ashen skin. From her skewed view even she could see the worry etched into her mother's tired face.
"Mom..." Her dry throat could hardly croak that single word.
Quickly her mother's eyes came alive with a combination of restrained worry and relief, "Its ok honey... everything will be all right."
"Mom I..." She began to say then paused, the memories of the night rushing back to her a mad tangled dance of concepts, images and sounds. And with sudden strength she suddenly sprang into an upright position with weak arms at her sides and her eyes unfocused and dilated.
Quickly Ms. Nonoka held her child steady though startled by her sudden rise from the bed, "Rika?" her voice was clothed in concern.
Then as if answering from the mist of a dream she spoke, "I felt it... I felt it mom... I felt her suffering... Jeri is in pain… so much pain... so much pain, so much pain..." her voice was a mere broken noise battering the corners of minds with its weight.
Reluctantly her mother spoke those damming words, "Rika honny... Jeri... she disappeared last night..."
That alone shook Rika from her stupor, "What!!!!" She cried that single word, wielded it like a weapon.
Silently her mother flinched, "We don't know exactly what happened but when you collapsed her room was filled with a bright red light... then she vanished..."
For a moment Rika simply continued her blank stare; then quick a look of grim determination settled across her face again, "Mom let me up... I need to go..."
Once more Ms. Nonoka's eyes settled on those of her daughter's, "I can't let you, not yet and not like this," beneath her grip she noticed the sudden tensing within her daughters lithe muscles, "Mr. Yamaki is working on figuring out what happen and so are the Monster makers. Just please rest a bit more Rika... I don't want to have to worry about you."
For a moment Rika thought of simply brushing her mother aside then getting up to find out what had befallen her friend, but upon meeting her mother's worried eyes she could no more disobey the plea right there and then than sprout wings.
"Alright Mom, I'll do what you ask... for now," Rika then fell back upon the bed and smiled for her mother.
Ms. Nonoka then rose from the bedside, "I'll go tell the others that you're alright... Your grandmother will be overjoyed to see you up and around," and as she approached the exit continued on, "After all, I've told her all too often that she worries too much over you," Then with a cheeky grin she left the confines of the white walled hospital room leaving Rika smiling slightly at her mothers silliness.
Turning her eyes up to the ceiling Rika breathed a deep sigh, "Jeri... please be alright..."
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All ran smoothly in the prefecture of Gear-Town, its streets were filled with sounds of merchants and tradesmen of all kinds, each making its own bid for the attentions of the even more numerous potential customers. It was exactly the kind of day which Lopmon absolutely loved. Long time he had been a guardian of gateways, the watchman valued for his foresight and skills and now as always before he held his post with pride and conviction. Long times of guarding empty gates had taught him to treasure every moment of interaction he could claim even if none of it was direct.
He was perched upon his post upon a pole at birds eye view from the city, high places being as natural to him as the ground, alert eyes scanning the crowds while smiling happily even as the breeze stirred across his long ears.
Briefly he sighed, as happy as he was here he could not forget the two things which had plagued him since he had found his partner in the visage of the child Suzy. Only one had he yet brought to an end and that was his loyalties to the Sovereign of the South. Even now he could hardly feel resolved with the fact that no longer did he hold the post of Diva beside his sworn liege lord, a thing that stabbed deep into his core. Always he had been a devoted and loyal subject of his Sovereign lord... his god, then in an instant he had found the old adage true, one truly couldn't be beholden to two masters and thus he chose if only briefly duty to his partner over duty to his Liege and lost the bond that had long marked him as special among the children of his lord. Only a few months ago had he even worked up enough nerve to again go before his lord to finally resolve the horrible conflict of emotions swelling within him.
At heart he was a dreamer and a romantic, two traits that never went over well with most of the more 'down to earth' companions he had once known but served him well as he dreamed of an eventual paradise as was promised by the very words of his god Zhuqiaomon. Those long hours of stillness and dreams, broken only by the rare occasions in which he was able to speak to either his god or fellow divas... or was sent on quests in the name of his lord. Fondly he remembered the only of his brethren with whom he could share the dreams and goals he had long held, the serpent diva, Santiramon. Oddly enough the serpent's laid back approach to everything complimented Lopmon's own surprisingly well, his willingness to listen to Lopmon's musing and share his thoughts had always helped to make the warrior hare feel as if he belonged serving alongside of his fellow divas. There was little he wouldn't give to have the serpent warrior there to talk to again, especially on a slow day like this one.
**BOOM**! Quickly his eyes lit and his ears pounded with proof against the truth of his thought... It seemed the day would be picking up quite soon, hopefully it wouldn't be the distasteful duty of cleaning out Ravers again.
Quickly he sprinted across the tops of buildings toward the source of the noise, only to be greeted by a burning ball of super-heated plasma singing his ear along side of the echo's of 'Nova Blast' bouncing about along side it.
Lovely, he thought, A full blown battle in the town square... and it was that trouble making Greymon *AGAIN*... Lopmon could do little more than look to the heavens in exasperation and sigh, "Sovereign... give me strength! *sigh* At least it isn't the Ravers acting up again..." then bound off to do his job and take care of this mess before any of the others could arrive.
The combatants were locked in mortal struggle, each with no mind but to eliminate the other from existence, as the curious looked on from all around the streets. Lopmon arrived just in time to see golden ape Hanumon charge in wielding its bone club like a make shift sword against the annoyingly familiar face of the Greymon he had several times before stopped from tearing up the town.
The golden Ape charged in, its bone club swinging all the while with reckless abandon. On the other hand the Greymon waited for the right moment to strike, steadying him self on four limbs, the churning flames in his mouth the only indication of his intent. Inch by precious inch he waited for his prey to complete his charge, straight into the perfect spot.... Only rage could bee seen in the eyes of the charging Hanumon as it approached the point of the Greymon's tactical enterprise, and was all but completely halted by the sight of a larger than average Nova Blast screaming towards his chest and face. On pure reflex the Gold ape swung its club right across the center of the attack, canceling its driving core... only to find that the real trap had not been the attack but its follow up where the Greymon had used the moment of the fireball obscuring his vision to slink around his defenses and get close enough to lay a salvage bite into the Hanumon's shoulder and pull back, leaving gouts of trailing Data in the gold one's fur. Screaming in defiance Hanumon was not about to let the masked Dino-Dragon get away unpunished, quickly he kicked the Greymon in the stomach with his short legs, performed a spinning back fist to its snout, then followed up with a vicious left hook to the throat, and finally a solid haymaker to the lower jaw with the ringed knuckle of its right hand. Both parties then backed off again nursing their injuries and circling while inspecting each other for further weakness. It was at this point that Lopmon finally made his entrance, having flung himself from the roof tops to land in the centre of the battle.
"LOPMON EVOLVE TO... TURUIEMON!" At the top of his lungs he screamed the now familiar activation phrase. He felt the frame of his current self being denuded of its outer substance, ripping down to the template of his most basic core. Then came the familiar rush power and feelings of growth as his body stretched and re-solidified in the pattern of a now humanoid, near 6 foot hare sporting a yellow Gi, red gloves and cloth shoes. Resting upon his gloved hands lay the weapons which in this new form he would use, twin grappling clawed gauntlets.
When finally Lopmon had landed he immediately turned to look at the offending Greymon, "Agu-san... you know that this is the third time I've had to talk to you about fighting in city limits..." he spoke softly, "What could possibly be important enough that you would want to be put out of town?"
The offending Greymon looked on in some fair amount of terror, despite its trouble making rep this had been the best place it had ever been... and having only very recently been reprimanded by the creature before him the last thing he wanted was to farther push his luck. Life had been good to him since he had first arrived... fighting was fun but not worth the loss of this sanctuary.
"It wasn't my fault," the creature whimpered then pointed at its now recovered opponent, "he was trying to take my mask..."
Turuiemon turned, just in time to see a huge fist descend upon the spot where he was standing and move out of the way. The apes face was twisted in a savage snarl.
"Stay out of my way rabbit, I want that Greymon is MINE!" then launched itself once more in the Greymon's direction.
Realizing the situation Turuiemon acted immediately, "No can do buddy, Gauntlet Claw!!" He swung his fists forward with the claws of the gauntlets tearing a glowing rift into the air as they swung as well, a rift which flew like a hungry blade and scored an unbalancing hit upon the bulk of Hanumon's leg muscle. The golden ape hit the ground like a sack of potatoes... face first.
Without pausing Turuiemon then launched itself at the offending creature, knowing that the blows it had just taken would only slow it for a short time... but more than long enough to finish taking it down.
"Lightning Kung-Fu!" the unfortunate Ape had risen just in time to see it coming, but not fast enough to do a thing more. Electricity raced all along the tri-horned hare's arms as he seemed to blur into a frenzy of attacks, each scoring lines of scorched digital flesh and hair all across Hanumon's body, the final blow knocking him into the nearest wall where he continued to lay smoking, scarred and unconscious but other wise alive. As he stood and looked upon his handy work, Turuiemon let slip away the form he held, sliding straight back into his rookie form.
Lopmon took stock of the situation, the Greymon as far as he could tell was innocent but would have to be brought in for questioning, but where were the rest of the Guardian patrol? Lopmon sighed as he heard the sound of a Mekanorimon's gears cranking down the street, late again.
Lopmon watched as the figure of the Mekanorimon clanked into view... with the latest recruit Yashamon sitting atop its head. It was clear that the 2 had been off goofing around again, Yashamon most likely being the instigator of the dalliance... again.
To himself Lopmon sighed, "I suppose its Guardromon's fault for putting those 2 slackers together... Sovereign knows how easy it is for poor Mekanorimon to be led astray... and with Guil and Renamon out looking for our tamers that's two of our best people gone..."
"Yasha I told you stopping by those last 5 donut bars wouldn't be a good idea!"
"Yea' sorry Mek, but I was much in the Hunger zone and m' perfect body t'was in need of fuel!"
Once more Lopmon sighed... It was going to be a LONG day...
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It had been hours since they had begun their flight in search of their respective tamers and Renamon decided that it was time that Guilmon took some time to rest his weary wings.
"Down there Guilmon," she spoke into his ear, "Right by the Forest, we can make camp there,"
"Alright Renamon, you're the boss,"
It took them nearly half an hour to go foraging and setting up a spot for the night but finally when they were finished and the sun began to set again they had carved out a neat space in which to shelter for the night. Renamon in the trees and Guilmon in the ground.
It didn't take long for her saurian companion to drift into the realm of sleep, personally she believed that even fully awake he seemed already half way there, leaving Renamon time to think beyond the happy haze of wild winds that had been whipping past her all day. She hated that kind of free time.
She had managed to keep herself busy in the time that they had found and firmly established Gear-town, first in its reconstructions from a bunch of crumbling walls and a meager population of 20 digimon, 15 of which were Harugumon, the other 4 Guardromon, and 1 Golemon, then in policing the masses of homeless and unsure digimon who flooded in after hearing of a place of safety where all were invited provided that they obeyed the common rule. Of course there where plenty of digimon opposed to this influx, some being from the outside and fearing that one day the united rule of Gear-town would decide that their own areas of the digital world would be better off in its own capable hands.
Seldom did Renamon have time to think of the partner she so missed, of the sweet scent of the air when cherry blossoms fell, of the kind family she had found in her partner's mother and grandmother... a kind of kinship she had never expected to share with any, kinship and laughter. Almost irrationally her mind crept back to an incident where she had caught a thief attempting to gain entry into the neighboring house, she could have easily not gotten involved in the entire thing, but it felt like it would have been a dishonor to Rika and her family to act so callously when she held the ability to do something about the situation.
The poor fool had never seen it coming, not the kick which slammed him into the nearby wall nor the face of his attacker. Even as he rose from the ground and reached for his gun he never saw anything but the crystal shard which snatched it from his hand and pinned it into the nearby wall. He fell again, shocked at the sight of his gun with the crystal blade stuck through it. Then before he could scramble up from on the ground once more wash of warm breath crossed his ear accompanied by a gentle voice with a simple warning message.
"This neighborhood is off-limits. The next time I catch you trying anything here..." the voice trailed off and he felt a soft brush of fur against his ear for a moment, but by the time he had turned to look, there was nothing there. It didn't take much more for him to decide that this place was not to be messed with and move on. Renamon grinned to herself in remembrance of a job well done.
But despite the memories she would recall one by one, she could not help the heart weary feeling settling within her. She longed to one more be with her human family, to share in their joy, to help in their laughter, to help Rika's grandmother in the kitchen... to watch over her partner's angelic peace while she slept. It brought her close to tears just thinking of reunion with her partner, of just being close again to her loved ones and feeling the warmth of family. Looking down on Guilmon she could not help but sigh at the cozy scene he presented and the content look on his face as he murmured his partner's name, as well as the names of several of his favorite food items, in his sleep.
"If only once..." she whispered in hushed tones of reverence, "I could ever be that happy..." then in the quiet noise of the darkened wood Renamon finally let go her worries, concerns and fears then drifted slowly in to the welcome blank of sleep.
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Not far away a pair of feathered wings took flight... The Masters would want an update now that the 2 had bedded down for the night... and what the masters wanted, the masters received.
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I'm extremely sorry for the huge delay between the last chapter and this one... I've been having computer troubles of all kinds for over a month now and have had to rewrite the chapter twice...(Which kinda kills the entire creative thing for me sometimes.) But now here I am and here I'll stay so to all who read this Thank YOU!!! ^_^
My thanks to Neverwhere Readsaur, QuestionDeca and others for their support thus far... (Especially my critics who make me look for all my imperfection and try to smooth them out)
I hope to hear from those of you who thus far contributed your support... as well as any new faces that should arrive. Review help keep me focused on the task of bring my story to you... I hope you let me know how much you enjoy it.
-Himitsu The Hunter
