Sorry it took so long to update! I've been feeling kind of uninspired with my writing lately, it probably shows. This chapter was getting to be too long, so I'll cut it off here. Big fight in the next chapter! OAO

--Garu

Sirens' Mother ran rather swiftly into the hallway. She was quite alerted to the screams, could be nothing but a bug, or it could be someone breaking in the house. The screams didn't quite sound like her daughters voice as a matter of fact.

The noises had seemed to silence as she neared the door of her room, she cautiously knocked before opening it. No answer. She opened the door slowly, making a long creaking noise…

"…Siren?"

Sirens' head slowly rolled over lazily on her pillow, "Hn…?"

Her mother looked somewhat confused, "Did you hear anyone yelling just a while back?"

Siren rubbed her eyes some, "…Uh. Dunno. Maybe I was sleep talking or something."

"…Oh. Okay. Sorry to wake you. You can sleep longer, I'll wake you when breakfast's made."

She flashed her mother a smile, "Thanks." Before rolling back into place. She heard her mother shut the door, and the footsteps of her walking away wondering if she'd imagined the yelling or if it'd all been a dream.

When Siren was sure her Mother was a safe distance away, she got up off her stomach slowly and smiled weakly, "Eheh. Sorry 'bout that…" Directly under her was Koromon, who was now gasping for air helplessly. "Listen you, you need to listen to me… My Mom would freak so much if she saw you." Sirens' Mom would be possibly less than understanding about the situation, but even if she was, there was some coolness in keeping it a secret. It was just like on the show, a sacred Digimon partnership only other tamers could know about. Siren felt the excitement well up, this was really happening. Koromon looked up at her innocently still, dark brown eyes sparkling with new life.

She sighed and sat up, "What am I going to do with you. For one, the first thing you do when you see me is bite me, second you can't even talk, third you almost get yourself found out by my Mom which would cause her to freak. Not to mention you're just a little baby two…and a weak one." Koromon obviously didn't understand the insults. He simply looked up at his tamer with admiration and curiosity. "…But if you're a real Digimon, then there are other real Digimon right? And more real tamers too…I mean I can't be the first." She picked up Koromon and held him upright, "Alright! Today we're going out! I'm going to teach you some things as your new tamer." Tamer. Tamer. Koromon kept hearing that word, he decided he wanted to give it a go, "T-Tamor."

Siren blinked in surprise. "T-That's right! You learn fast!" She couldn't hold back the urge of giving him a hug, Koromon felt rewarded by the embrace. She stood up out of bed, still holding him, "Hn. So how are we going to disguise you… You're not big enough now, so I guess I could pass you off as a toy. She walked in front of the mirror and stood there for a while, observing how holding Koromon would look to a random passer. She moved him higher and placed him gently atop her head as if he was a fashion hat, his squishy figure molded to the shape of her head to a point where he actually really did look like one. Sirens' cheeks flushed somewhat at the cute appearance, "…This…this is so cool. …Just don't poop on my head okay?" Koromon blinked.

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Koromons' scrunchy ears bounced as Siren walked casually in town. She was dressed in her ordinary attire - black shirt with what looked like a brass knuckle near the bust area, tight jeans tattered at the bottom from being much too long. And, of course, a suspicious looking Koromon hat. She didn't dress this way to appear "emo" or "grunge", a slight dismay for labels, she simply dressed in what she did because she liked it regardless of what others thought. Nonetheless her appearance got her what she ultimately wanted, to be left alone. Only out of fear, because the kids in the town who dressed like she did had a reputation of being vandals. But she couldn't help notice the quick glances. Is it Koromon maybe? No, he looks normal enough… Maybe they're just staring at me. People staring at her wouldn't be and odd thing, after all. She attempted to look up at the blob, although she couldn't really see much at the angle.

What she was missing was Koromons eyes wandering about curiously – looking from person to person, awing at tall buildings. This new world was full of so many strange objects, and there were other people like his tamer. Hundreds maybe even thousands of them. Koromons ears lowered somewhat at the thought; his tamer had not shared the loneliness he himself had felt in his isolated world. But that didn't matter, he was with her now. The shadows of clouds creped across the town idly, the chatter of the townspeople and the purrs and honks of the many vehicles seemed to fade off in the distance – drowned out by newly forming thoughts, the contact of the person under him. But there was something odd…off. Koromon couldn't describe it. It suddenly felt something like a weight…heavy, lingering on what little chest area he had. More. The sensation was getting stronger…nearer. The feeling was like a pulse now, mimicking that of a heartbeat. On, off, on, off. Faster now. What was it? Something was getting closer.

Siren perked up at the sudden rigidity of Koromon atop her head. She reached for him and brought him to her chest, "What's the matter boy?" Kormons' face was scrunched up in a rather fierce looking way; Siren immediately noticed the difference between a cartoon and real life by his expression. Almost like a wolfs maw about to take down prey, it terrified her to a certain extent. Koromon hadn't realized he was making the expression. He felt the pulse sensation again, and felt almost as if he knew the source. The pink creature struggled in its masters' hands to turn around before she let him, Siren herself looked up to see the source of this behavior.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her, accompanied by the skip of her heart. No way… Around the eminent street corner came a small canine walking oh so casually. But it wasn't a normal dog, not at all. It's creamy tan fur accompanied by unusual pink floppy ears that bounced as it trotted along the sidewalk. An extensive pink silky tail swaying happily behind him. Siren recognized the creature immediately, she couldn't put a name on it, but the pink geometrical markings underneath its serene eyes gave it away.

"I-It's a Digimon! Another one!" She exclaimed pointing.

The canine appeared startled by her comment. His eyes widened and he stepped back some, giving her an expression indicating she was a moron. They stood staring at each other for what seemed like and eternity as others on the street looked over their shoulders and whispered in ears. Not too soon afterwards a boy walked casually around the same corner, holding a leash Siren only now realized was attached to the dog creature. "Y-You! It's yours? This Digimon, right?" The young man gathered an expression much like his digimons, "W-What?"

He was an average looking guy, somewhere in his mid teens – most likely fifteen. Tanned skin complimented his long brown hair – tied neatly in a ponytail. His attire was simply a thin baggy russet plaid jacket accompanied by light blue slacks, the gleam of a pocket watch chain running through his right side. He could easily be mistaken for a guy who recited poetry at a coffee house at eleven pm. "W-What are you talking about lady? My dog's just a normal dog. Digimon? You have some imagination eheh." There was some obvious nervousness in his voice. Koromon continued to growl at the canine, who wasn't paying him much attention.

"Huh? No way, I know I've seen him – ow!" Siren soon found her toes being impaled into the ground by the sandaled foot of the boy, "H-Hey what the fu-"

"Funcoland! We were going to funcoland today remember? Lets get going!" A dazed and confused expression complimented her face before Sirens' hand was firmly gripped dragged by the boy running frantically away from the attention they had drawn. His canine companion nearly being choked by it collar as it attempted to keep up. Koromon had returned to normal, a bit confused as to all the running as he was being tightly squashed against his tamer as she ran, carrying him in one arm.