I don't own digimon. This is also a nice general reminder that Black Lives Matter and that Trans Rights are human rights.

Story 7

Figures

Ranamon just didn't get it. All these figurines on display - dressed in their perfect scantily-clad outfits with their perfectly shaped proportions. She had tried to get a couple digimon to sculpt some based off her divine body, but the results were always never worth it. Usually, the figurines were either ugly or ended up getting smashed in one of her tantrums. The latter was just a side effect of the former.

"If I didn't know any better, I would assume that I've only been gone for a day." the legendary warrior of water announced, picking up a figurine and looking it over. Seriously. Parents don't want their boys playing with barbies, but this is okay? These were obviously more fancy, expensive Barbie dolls who's clothes couldn't be taken off and instead spent their entire lives on shelves gathering dust. In other words, glorified miniature statues. Statues not of her, of course. No one ever chiseled statues of her. Even when she personally commissioned the local stonemasons to carve them for her personal abode. She had even gone through the trouble of getting food and even lodging for them. But no, they refused to set foot in her underwater lair. Even the amphibious ones. They could've at least shown up to at least say no, but that was asking too much on their parts. At least the rest of the room looked kind of nice. The flag with cyan, pink and white stripes hanging on the wall looked awfully cute, even if she couldn't remember what country (if any) it could belong too. As for the rest of the room, the shag blue carpet was definitely not the best choice. Ignoring the puddles of water her feet created wherever she went, anyone knocked off a shelf or a desk would be an absolute nightmare to find. At least the walls had been given some kind of wallpaper. The little light provided her head gems made it a challenge to discern the color and or pattern. Be a cinch if this were somehow an underwater room. Like in that one game her human played. Did he still have all those plushies? She would give just about anything to hug them without creating a soggy pile of stuffed animals. She could remember all the times that she was scolded by the mother of this establishment. Maybe if the stuffed animals weren't so cute, this wouldn't be a problem.

"I need to find him." Ranamon thought, flicking the light switch on. The lights turned on, the wallpaper now in view. A nice seaside scene, one thing stuck out. Had she noticed it before, Ranamon would probably have cracked a smile. She still would, even if the surprise had been 'ruined'.

Staring back at her was a giant acrylic sticker of her. The pose was of her making a hand gesture. Probably came from a picture snapped when Tyrone was younger. Yeah, that's where it came from. Always had an eye for photography like this. In her opinion, at least. Not that her opinion counted for anything. Just because that one fucking time she and Kazemon got into a brawl. Between the claims they were a couple (her heart did flutter when she thought about the fairy digimon) and that she was only good for that one bout. The latter was absolutely damning to her pride. Kind of hard to be taken seriously in the face of that.

"What do you think?"

Turning around, the warrior of water did a double take. Part of her debated calling forth her rain stream, but the space definitely didn't sport it. Especially in the face of the tall black woman more than capable of punching the cloud away or perhaps people had things to dissipate clouds. Like vacuums. Not that one was actually in arm's reach. Even then, pointing a vacuum cleaner at your digimon partner would be absolutely rude. They did get a heads-up when they were supposed to arrive. Some kind of pervading thought to maybe find their digivice and you know keep it on hand for the inevitable arrival of their partner. Or just a text. Whatever was easier for Homeostasis or the Three Celestials to do. They did do things. Even if Seraphimon had to be kept under constant surveillance so he didn't do something stupid and just die. An almost daily occurrence. Hopefully, Ophanimon was doing alright.

Pushing that thought out of her mind, Ranamon's attention turned to her partner. Definitely not a Tyrone, but what could their new name be. If she did have a new name in the first place.

"It's nice, Ty…" the legendary warrior of water started, her partner raising a hand up. Grabbing hold of Ranamon's hand, a squeeze followed.

"Tyreen." the woman answered, pulling her digimon partner in for a hug. "Want to go for a swim? I imagine that you're probably pretty dry."

Ranamon nodded, finding herself pulled through the house and into the backyard of all places. Lit by the stars, the lawn met a mix of massive stepping stones and exotic plants. But the star of the show had to be the massive pool in the middle. One of those 'infinity' pools, there was more than enough room for her and Tyreen to swim about. Maybe even invite a friend over. Maybe after a good night's sleep or something. For once, that sounded kind of nice. A nice hot breakfast, followed by a swim. What more could she want in life?

Notes:

This is your general reminder that there was a chapter before this one.

To answer the obvious question of where one could possible get a life-sized 'sticker' of one's digimon partner - Fathead. Yes, that's the name of the company. Not to be confused with either the musician or the fish.

Ranamon does not have an actual way to create water. She can manipulate it, but not create it. She can create clouds though... Which feels more like something that Kazemon would do. Oops.

Beyond that, I've been debating whether or not to include the international digidestined in this. Maybe even Ryo. Not sure what exactly I would do with him, but I'll probably figure something out.