First and foremost, thank you to all those wonderful people who devoted a few minutes of their precious, precious time to reading and reviewing my stories! You all rock!

Hmm...I got a question from BloodyKitsune…

Mute: Two actually…

Me: Don't contradict me! Okay I was questioned about the fate of Sakuyamon and Megidramon (prays she spelt the names right!). Since these events don't happen until much later on in the season I wasn't going to worry about them until later. But since you asked…

Mute:(snigger) She doesn't have an answer!

Me: Do you?

Mute…

Me: Thought not…

Mute: Yeah, but I don't write the story so I don't have to come up with one! That means I can watch you squirm…

Me: Actually I do have an answer. I was going to get some alternative method of getting Renamon to her mega form and as for Megidramon…he was created out of Takato's anger right? So I replace him with Kuzuhamon also born out of Takato's rage!( This Digimon is a darker form of Sakuyamon. Go to and go to the digidex in the menu on the left side for more information) Or I might do something completely different! Depends on where the story goes.

Mute: In the dustbin?

Me: (fake smile) I don't own Digimon.

Mute: Surprise, surprise…

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"Huh?"

The short, simple statement was uttered by a brown-haired boy who had recently become aware of the fact that the D-power in his hand had began to glow dimly. His eyes widened; an action that was becoming more common by the day.

He held the alien gizmo at arm's length, praying that the strange contraption wouldn't blow up in his face. He didn't fancy going through life eyebrow less. It was then that he became aware of a blinding light seeping into the corner of his vision. It was rectangular shaped and spanned the entire length of the bedroom wall opposite him. However the truly terrifying thing about it was that there was a shadowy silhouette occupying the centre of the box. It stared at him for a few seconds with luminous blue eyes before walking majestically towards him, the shape of the body becoming more and more solid as it did so.

Takato attempted to stand up and run but his successfully paralysed legs folded underneath him reducing him to a quivering kneeling position on the floor. His finger loosened and the D-Power slipped out of the sweaty restraint of flesh and blood and clashed with the floor. A soft thud echoed around the room at the exact moment the apparition stepped out of the window and became a part of reality.

There was a sudden rush of white hot light and Takato's primitive instincts took over. Neck joints snapped round as he thrust his head from the source of irritation, eyes jammed shut and arms coming together in front of himself to form a weak shield. Eventually the burning in his eyelids stopped, signifying that the box and the horrible light it had produced were gone. Yet the hair on the back of his neck slated upwards for one straightforward reason; he could hear the subtle breaths of some other living thing in the room apart from himself.

Silence hung thick and heavy on the atmosphere, damping the boy's morale even further while increasing his fear. It was fortunate then, that the living, breathing statue before him decided to 'break the ice' so to speak.

"Well?" a smooth voice dipped in wisdom ventured, "Am I really that ugly? Or do you define beauty as those scruffy trainers of yours? Hardly surprising. I find most males to have bad taste in style…"

Takato finally unglued his arms and dropped them to his side. The next step was to actually face the creature and open his eyes. The whole process took ten minutes.

He then took time to take in the Digimon before him. She clearly resembled a fox (the big, bushy tail and pointy ears being a dead giveaway) though her shape was more humanoid than animal-like. Powerful muscles coiled beneath the short, silky fur of yellow and white and the spiky mass of fur that covered her chest and a portion of her back rose and fell gently with each breath. Black claws gleamed eerily on each digit of each paw and long purple gloves with ying-yang symbols on each adorned her arms. And the face…well the face was impassive cleverly masking any emotions that might have dwelled there. But the thing that caught Takato's attention and held it there, fixated, were her eyes. Those eyes that seemed to tear through him radiating with intelligence and knowledge.

Renamon noticed the admiration in his facial expression and smiled serenely to herself. Well that was an unexpected reaction now, wasn't it?

Although she had to admit waiting around for over ten minutes for him to get over his fear was incredibly frustrating. But she clenched her jaw together tightly in order to control her anger. Releasing it while still in the presence of a stunned and slightly traumatised Takato was not a good idea.

Meanwhile the teenager was frantically searching his head for a label to attach to the kitsune. He was certain it began with an 'R'.

"Are you Re-re-ren-", he stuttered, cringing at how stupid he must sound.

"Re_Na_Mon", the Digimon sighed, letting each syllable linger on her tongue.

"Oh, right. Heh. Sorry. Umm….you aren't going to hurt me are you?"

"Of course not! I despise creatures who prey on those weaker than themselves! I would never harm a human!"

"Oh good…Hey wait a minute, I'm not weak!"

Renamon sniggered. A paw causally flashed out and flicked Takato's chest gently. The force of this resulted in a surprised boy lying sprawled out on his bed. The fallen boy raised his head to glare at the intruder who was chortling quietly to herself.

"Hey! What did you do that for?!?"

Renamon choked back her humour and refocused her attention on her new tamer. Fire was starting to ignite in his eyes and she caught a glimpse of the courageous spirit within that had been lying dormant for so many years, having never been called upon or needed before. She smiled.

"Takato when I implied you were weak, I meant physically, something that all humans are. And that's nothing to be ashamed of. We are what we are. But I mentioned nothing of your strength spiritually, mentally or emotionally. In that aspect I say you are strong. Indeed many humans older than you would have handled the situation of facing me a lot worse than you have. And I both admire and thank you for that. You have a great strength of character. And it is that, Takato, which makes us strong."

A gaping hole had replaced the spot where Takato's mouth used to be.

"Perhaps I subconsciously recognised it when I first saw you and that is why I decided to become your partner", Renamon remarked playfully.

"A Digimon Tamer? Me? Wow!"

A wide grin stretched over the young boy's face before he dived towards one of many boxes littering the floor and immersed himself in the contents, murmuring to himself "where is it, where is it?"

Renamon watched this new development with surprise, her eyes tracing his hurried movements.

"Here it is!" he announced triumphantly straightening up from amongst the rubble. His hand was wrapped tightly around something that seemed to glint whenever it caught the moonlight. He spun round slipping the object over his head so that it came to rest on his hair.

"What do you think, pretty cool, huh?"

Renamon face faulted as Takato struck some sort of ridiculous pose, the new goggles perched on his head.

"Err…."

"I know, I know, I was lost for words to, when I fished them out of the trash can next-door! Can you believe it, a perfectly good pair of goggles and someone was going to throw them away!"

"Umm Takato, are you sure you're not scared of me anymore?" Renamon inquired, trying to change the subject.

Takato snapped out of his pose to consider the question carefully.

"Yes, I'm sure Renamon. I guess I was so scared of you because of this dream I had…"

"Yes?" Renamon encouraged him, sensing he wanted to talk.

"…Well there was this Digimon Tamer and she and her partner defeated this other Digimon. Her Digimon was kinda white, tall and scary-looking…like a demon. And after the battle he hugged her…and she looked so scared and lost and alone…and I guess I figured that being a Digimon tamer would mean I would end up like her…miserable…Renamon? Renamon! What's the matter? Snap out of it Renamon!"

Takato had noticed that Renamon had gone into some sort of trance as he had been describing the dream. What scared him was the fact that there a look of intense sorrow in her eyes; the only part of her that betrayed emotion. He tried to take hold of her shoulders and shake them but it had no effect. Besides it was rather hard to pull her out of dreamland while he was standing on tiptoes; Renamon easily towered over him.

"Rika…"

"Renamon! Who's Rika?"

"Rika…I'm so sorry…"

"Renamon please! You're scaring me!"

At these words Renamon instantly snapped out of her trance and looked at Takato. His eyes were wavering with the threat of unshed tears and Renamon mentally scolded herself. She was doing the one thing she had vowed not to do! She was frightening her tamer and hurting him emotionally!

"I'm sorry…" she whispered smiling weakly, "I guess you still fear me after all…"

"No! That's just what I was about to tell you! When you came in here you didn't act like that girl's Digimon at all! You had a normal conversation with me just like you were an ordinary kid like me! You proved that not all Digimon are monsters by just being yourself!"

Renamon looked at her tamer with a mixture of awe and respect. Surprised at the words spilling out of his mouth and glad that he felt that way. How could she have ever thought him weak? He had just made a mature and truthful point that far suppressed all her earlier expectations of him.

Takato turned the colour of a sun-burnt chameleon and gazed at the floor, embarrassed at his sudden outburst. A paw rested itself on his shoulder, and he looked up to see his partner looking at him, joy lighting up her features like a beacon.

"Thank you my Tamer…I needed to hear that…"