Rika lay on her bed silently contemplating to possibilities of the next few hours and very few endings seemed livable. 'I might as well have just stayed at home for all the good coming here did me'
"I hate traveling." Rika said as if it were some great revelation that had just occurred to her.
"Then why didn't we stay at the house?" Renamon replied slightly annoyed. She slowly and carefully brushed her fur as she sat in front of a large vanity against the far wall.
Rika sighed unsure of how she should reply. It didn't feel right to tell her yet, but she knew it would have to be soon. Changing the subject she asked "How much time?"
Renamon place a paw between her legs feeling the heat and the beginnings of moisture. "Another hour, maybe two."
Rika sighed. Too soon. 'Now is as good a time as any.' Nervously she asked, "Renamon, do you…do you like me?"
The vixen's ears twitched slightly trying to confirm what she had heard. She put down the brush and turned to the girl leaning on the back of her chair with one arm. She stared at the girl puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Rika sat up and put her back against the headboard. This was not going like she hoped. She was too afraid to think properly.
"Rika, is something wrong? The girl was scared. Had she done something?
"I…I need to tell you something. You remember me making that call?" The fox nodded. "Well, do you remember Jason and Viximon from America?"
"How could I not? If they hadn't helped us, we'd both be dead."
Rika pulled her knees to her chest and nodded. "Well there's something else. They're more than just tamers. They've been together longer than we have so I called him for some advice."
"Where is this going?" the fox asked gazing at the girl intently.
"They both told me the same thing and now I need to tell you something but I'm afraid of how you might reply. Renamon I need to know, do you love me?"
The fox sat there afraid. For a long time she was unable to even think. Then slowly the words tumbled off her lips. "As a digimon loves a tamer, always. As a friend loves a friend, for many years now. As one lover loves another…I think so. I'm not sure of my heart because I have never felt this way about anyone else but…yes, I think love you.
The girl's heart leapt. As she had listened a wave of fear and dread had flooded her but those last words had carried her through it and she spoke, "I'm glad, because I love you too.