Chapter 8

So Misunderstood

Lord Myoto stood before the crippled bodies of Renamon, Gabumon and Agumon. He looked at them and smiled to see them so utterly defeated, and so easily too!

"They have been like a noose around my plan's neck," he said, "but now the noose has been loosened for they have now parted."

He stared at Renamon.

"You have been a good enemy, Renamon," said Lord Myoto, and he departed, disappeared into the darkness.

Renamon and the others laid there, bleeding and bleeding. All Renamon could see was a slit of light and then the next second nothing. She laid there cold and stiff. Then she heard a voice, soft and warm, like a melody.

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Darkness and Darkness, and barely no light,

Why do we have to play the song of dead?

Let me seek out and find true light

Don't worry master, you will be okay.

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Then Renamon heard a screeching sound, a soft screeching sound. She felt something come overhead and something light weight, like a feather, landing on her head. She started to feel warm again, like she was reborn. She was still knocked out though, so she laid there thinking about her life and how it started out...

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One day, an egg was about to crack open. The lucky family was the Cojoshi family. They never had a child before and the father wanted to have a son so that he could carry the family name. The mother didn't really care, she just wanted to have a child to love. Crack, crack went the egg and popped out a baby Popomon. The small yellow ball had a cute fluffy tail coming out of it and the tip of it was rounded, which meant it was a girl.

"It's a beautiful girl, Fushmu, look!" said the mother of the Popomon.

Fushmu, the father, looked at his new daughter and scowled.

"It's not a boy, Haruna," said Fushmu to his wife. "I don't want anything to do with that!"

"We should at least give her a name, Fushmu," said Haruna, cuddling her new daughter.

"Her name shall always be her spices name," said Fushmu, "Popomon."

"But that's insulting to her," said Haruna.

Fushmu stared out his window, silent.

"Like I said, Popomon will be her name, for now."

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Time passed on, and new struggles in the family stared. It would seem to be poor Popomon's fault, but it really wasn't. It was her dad's fault. Every night, he and Haruna would fight about their daughter. Tonight they would argue about if Popomon should go to school like all the other Popomon do around this year. Fushmu said that she should stay at home and learn how to clean and cook, but Haruna didn't want that. She wanted to see her daughter become something big. After reasoning with him, Fushmu agreed to it.

The next day Popomon was off to school. She was sad to leave home, but was happy to get away from her dad. She didn't like her father always arguing with her mother. She never got to see what really happened when they argued. Her mom would always say, "Go to your room Popomon. Your dad and I have something to talk about." She never got to see how her mom lost the arguments. Maybe it was for the best...

At Popomon's school, it was a little better than home, but not much. She would get teased by the other Popomon about her name. She would sit in class and always hear the kids say things like, "Don't come near us Popper! You might pop our heads off!" or "Poopomon, don't come near! You might stink us up!"

She would cry to these remarks. Why are they making fun of her? Why her, why not someone else? She never understood it. She would get friends, but all they wanted was to tease her and just say it was a friendly remark. But she knew it wasn't. None of the girl Popomon wouldn't play with her.

"Hello," she would say, "can I play?"

They would look at her and say, "Sorry, we don't play with freaks like you!"

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One day Popomon woke up and felt heavier and she could move parts of her body that weren't there before. She had Digivolved into a Pokomon! She ran to her mother to show her. Her mom looked at her new daughter and smiled brightly.

"I'm so proud, you Digivolved into a Pokomon!" she said while grabbing Pokomon and hugging her.

Fushmu came to see what all the ruckus was all about. He saw his daughter in his wife's arms.

"So," he said looking coldly at Pokomon, "she Digivolved. Grand."

Haruna looked at her husband and asked, "Will you please give her a name? At least a more better one than Pokomon!"

"No," he said sternly, "Pokomon sounds fine to me."

Haruna hugged Pokomon more tightly.

"Pokomon," said Haruna, "go now to school. Your father and I have something to talk about."

"I don't want to go mother," said Pokomon, her crystal blue eyes staring at her mom. "Dad will yell at you."

Her mom shoved her off to school, and Pokomon left, looking back at the house. She went to school, only to find out that all the other Popomon had Digivolved also. Maybe she would finally make some friends! She talked to all of the girls, but none of them wanted to be her friend. Pokomon then slumped back into the trees and looked around. She stared at the sky, wondering if her whole life would be like this, torture and pain from other people's words. If there was only a way to show to everyone that she was cool enough to be anyone's friend!

Then she watched the boys play. They had the weirdest stuff. They had metal stars, sticks, and ropes. She watched them closer and closer. She liked what they were doing; it was cooler than playing with dumb dolls or stupid pretend tea parties with no tea! Her eyes grew with every throw of the guys' metal stars. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to find out what they were!

She walked up to one of the boys and tapped him on the shoulder and asked with enthusiasm, "What are you guys playing?"

The boy Pokomon turned around, surprised to find a girl touching him, and said, "We're practicing to be ninjas."

Pokomon liked the name ninja'.

"Can I join you guys?" she asked excitedly.

Another boy stepped forward and said, "Girls aren't allowed to be ninjas, only the men. That excludes you!"

Pokomon felt down again. She was rejected again, and not just because of herself, it was because she was a girl!

"Did you really want to be a ninja?" said the boy Pokomon had tapped on.

"I thought it looked cool, and stuff," said Pokomon, feeling said.

"Dude, Jonshi," said the other boy, "she can't be a ninja!"

"Just asking Robert," said Jonshi.

Jonshi whispered in Pokomon's ear, "Meet me near the Cheery Blossom tree after school. Nock on it three times when no one is looking. Okay?"

Pokomon backed up and said, "Okay, I'll go."

Then she trotted off.

It was from that point on that Pokomon and Jonshi became good friends. Jonshi would teach Pokomon after school how to do ninja stuff, even though it was illegal to do that. Pokomon in turn loved doing it, and she was good at it too! She never told her parents what was going on, until one day.

That day and the days after would affect Pokomon's life forever. After school on that day, and after the ninja training, Pokomon went home. She felt energized that day, more than usual, as she trotted off home. She knocked on the door of her house waiting for her mother to answer it, but she didn't. Maybe she didn't hear the knocking. She knocked again. No answer again. She tried opening the door and it was unlocked.

Why is it unlocked?' thought Pokomon.

She walked though the house. It was dark and gloomy in the house. Stuff was knocked over like a struggle happened. Pokomon dropped her stuff and surveyed the house. She heard whimpering in the living room. Pokomon ran to the room and found a sight she knew that she would see sooner or later.

Her mom laid on the couch, crying, blood drooling out of her nose and mouth. Pokomon ran up to her mother and nudged her, sadly, trying to cheer her up. Her mom looked at her.

She smiled and said, "It okay, Pokomon. I'm okay. This happens to me all the time."

Pokomon shook her head.

"I'm not going to believe you this time, mother," she said. "Come on mom, I'm taking you to the doctor."

"No, darling," said Haruna, "your father will only get madder."

Pokomon started to get angry at her mother.

"So you're just going to sit there and bleed from your nose and mouth?!"

Pokomon's mom coughed, deeply, and said, "No, but your father wants me to."

Pokomon shook her head again.

"So-so if he tells you to jump off a cliff, you would do it?!"

Pokomon's mom smile faded and said, "Sadly, yes. Yes Pokomon I would. That how it works. You're sold to a man and when that happens, you become that man's property."

"They sell you? Sell Digimon?" said Pokomon, confused.

"Yes," said Haruna, "we get sold in an auction, all the girls do. That's how we get married."

"So, you're forced to marry?" said Pokomon, not really wanting to know the what the answer is.

"Yes," said Pokomon's mom.

Pokomon ran out of the room crying. Crying because she couldn't understand. Why does her mom let her dad do this? Why are girls auctioned off as wives? Why do you have to marry the owner of you? Why, why, WHY?!

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Days went by and nights passed as Pokomon slept. She woke up one day with half of her body sticking out of her bed. She felt older and looked different. Had she Digivolved again? She ran to her mom, the only one she talked to in that house, and showed Haruna her body. Her mom clamped her hands around her mouth, grabbed her hands and took her into her room.

"You must cover your arms, dear," said Haruna, searching through Pokomon's' drawers.

"Why?" asked Pokomon'?

"You have turned into a Renamon," said her mom. "Renamon wear gloves. Besides, you have to have them in order to marry. You give your gloves in a sign of marriage."

Pokomon' just remembered that she had her ninja stuff in there.

She ran over to the dresser and said, "You know mom, I can-" but it was to late.

Haruna pulled out a ninja star, a grappling hook and wooden ninja daggers.

"What are these?" she asked holding them up.

Pokomon' stuttered, "Um, they're, uh, some, a-"

"Ninja stuff?" said Haruna.

Pokomon' stood there and shook her head in reply. She started to cry, knowing that she was in trouble. She waited for a response, but all she got was a hug.

"Don't worry, Po-. I don't even know what to call you!" said Haruna.

She went to the corner and sniffled a little, then she looked at her daughter and smiled. She then heard foot steps outside the bedroom.

"It's your father," said Haruna. She went up to Pokomon' and said, "Remember, you'll always be my daughter."

Then they exited the room.

Fushmu was sitting in the living room, waiting for breakfast to be served. He looked around and saw his, once again, changed daughter who had turned into a Renamon.

"So, she Digivolved again?" he said, looking at Renamon. "Good, maybe we can get some money out of her."

Haruna shook her head.

"Is that all you care about," said Haruna, yelling at her husband, "is how much money we can get out of her auction? Do you even care about her? What she wants or what she needs? You make me sick to even be your wife. This is supposed to be a great day for her! She can leave!"

Fushmu glared at his wife and had rage in his eyes. Haruna waited for an answer, but got none, so she continued.

"For years I have been waiting for this moment. The moment where my little girl grows up and you still sit there, not caring, not even giving her a name!"

"Silence, Haruna!!" roared Fushmu to his wife.

"Don't silence me!" said Haruna. "Now you hear me, give her a name!"

Fushmu stared at his daughter and said, "She insults me. She doesn't deserve a name."

Haruna blew up her cheeks and said, "Liar! She does too! Now give her a name!"

Pokomon' guessed that her name was going to be Renamon. She stood there watch her parents argue. She never seen her mother angry like this. Her fathers eyes grew loathsome at her mother. He raised his hand and hit her. He was strong enough to knock her out and to bust her lip a little. Now it was Renamon's turn to get angry as she rushed to her mothers side to see if she was okay.

Renamon, for the first time, talked back to her father, "You bastard; you hurt her!"

Her father backed up and frowned.

"Don't talk back to me!" he yelled.

"I hate you!" said Renamon, releasing all of her anger onto her dad. "You think you can just hurt my mother and get away with it! You pile of vomit! I don't want you as my father, anymore!"

She picked up her mom and threw her over her shoulder.

"Now, I'm going to take mom to the doctor, and you can't stop me and you never will!"

Renamon rushed out the door as Fushmu stood in the living room stunned. Then he sat on the couch and stared out into the distance.

I need to get rid of her,' he thought, and lucky me the auction is this week.'

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Renamon took her mom to the hospital and got her into a room. Renamon sat there next to her mom and stared at her. Her mom looked knocked out, but at least she was still alive. Hours passed and her mom finally woke up.

"Mother," said Renamon, happily.

"Re-Renamon?" said Haruna.

Renamon held her hands. Then Renamon cried.

"I never want you to be hurt, ever, mother. I love you too much and I will protect you with all of my power."

Renamon's mom started to cry also and said, "Renamon, I wanted to tell you something."

Renamon looked at her mom, sniffling.

"Your name will be Renamon by your fathers standard, but I want to give you a name."

Renamon stopped crying.

"What name will you give me?" asked Renamon.

Her mom looked at her and smiled.

She answered, "Crescent; that will be your name, to me anyway."

Crescent hugged her mom and they heard footsteps outside the door...

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"Wake up, welder of the Rojo Sword, wake up," said a huge, deep soft voice.

Who is that?' thought Renamon.

Renamon opened up her eyes and looked up. She saw a huge golden, red swan looking bird. It glowed an amber color.

"Who are you?" asked Renamon.

"I am lord Phoenixmon, protector of the northern hemisphere!"

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Author Notes

Sorry I took forever to get this chapter done. I had too much school work to take care of. But, hey, doesn't this chapter kick ass! Oh yeah! Break Dances Sorry, I had to do that. The next chapter is going to another cool one, so just wait! Hopefully I'll get it done faster. So, until the next chapter, see ya'!

--Sean Maney

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