A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo on the DFC (link's in my profile), #905 – Meramon.
Burning Fists
Anyone else would pulled away in blistering pain after punching his fire body, but not Marcus Damon.
Meramon was awed by him. Just a human boy with bare fists, but he looked as though those fists could punch anything. And they had: they'd punched him, who nobody except other Meramon could punch without burning themselves. And he hadn't burnt himself. He'd even punched him again.
Meramon confessed he deserved both of those punches. After all, he'd been the one to start the quarrel with the Agumon. But the shame was immediately eclipsed by the awe that came from staring at those fists, knuckles shining with sweat and the sun's light.
There wasn't even a tint of red to them.