Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon nor do I ever claim to have. The only things I own are my computer my imagination and my bank account. Oh and the characters are slightly OC.
A/N. well to those of you who have favorited me and my stories you guys are the best. And you have my most profound apologies for making you wait so long. But I finally recaptured my muse and got a semblance of normalcy back into my life so here is the long awaited third chapter of The Dojo. And as a bonus for waiting I will be posting the first chapter of my newest fic of angels and dreams. Staring TK and Kari, so come check it out.
Renamon froze she couldn't believe it, Takato was KISSING her!? Now admittedly what she knew about humans was vastly overshadowed by what she didn't she did know that humans only kissed those the deeply cared about the way takato was kissing her.
Next she went through all her memories involving the goggle-headed Tamer, and one thing stood out to her. His eyes they always held a caring and a love in them that never asked for anything back. Unlike most other eyes she had seen that always had a hint of greed and cynicism in them, his were pure and untainted by the coldness and starkness of the world. And she couldn't help but be captivated by them. Because in those eyes she could see what she was really worth and that was what she had craved for as long as she could remember.
In the same instant she was also very grateful to be a Digimon as her brain processed information at a faster rate than a humans could. So she was able to respond far quicker and kiss him back. save Takato the embarrassment of thinking that he was being rejected. When they both reopened their eyes Renamon knew that she would never tire of looking at them.
Takato found his voice first. "Wow that was… um wow!" he blushed red and looked at his feet to embarrassed at his inability to even form a sentence.
But Renamon only smiled. "I have to agree with you." She mused "That was amazing, but… do you really see me like that?" her insecurities rising back to the surface. Why would someone like him even care? She had to wonder if he could read her mind because his eyes narrowed and a scowl formed on his face.
"Of course I do, I came to ask you for training so that I can help keep myself safe so that you don't have to endanger yourself for me!" his gaze softened "You're the one I kissed… you not anyone else YOU!" once again his voice had gotten louder he immediately lowered it when he realized how close he was to yelling. Renamon had no idea what to say but then takato took a deep breath and continued
"I hate the fact that Rika is so cold to you… that she thinks you're just a tool." A lone tear slid down his face as he gazed at her. "Even though you tried not to let it show I could see the hurt in your eyes, and I never want to see that again." Another deep breath and Takato's eyes steeled "So Renamon will you train me so that I can defend myself, and so that I can help you not hurt anymore?" after what seemed like an eternity Renamon finally found her voice, but all she could think to say was
"yes." Then as the moment started to wear off she repeated herself "yes I will train you."
A/N: So I hope this was worth the wait. My next chapter will comprise the training flashbacks and finish out the fight with Rika. Now on to some less pleasant news. I feel that my stories the "Worlds Tournament" and "the Evolution of Love" wont be going anywhere anytime soon. And so with a heavy heart I have decided to put those two up for adoption. If you're interested PM me. If no one shows an interest by the end of February I will simply remove them from the site until my muse decides it's time for me to work on them again if ever. Oh and don't worry it won't be anywhere near as long until my next update. Cheers!