Chapter 40:
Going Home
January 4th 2020, Council of Network Security HQ, CresGarurumon's trial.
An important event is held in the giant court room of the Council of Network Security - the digimon equivalent of the United Nations Security Council– as hundreds of digimon ambassadors and representatives observed tensely the trial. Numerous digimon news networks also assisted to the trial, showing the event live on televisions and radios across the world for billions of digimon.
The air was quite heavy since the Sovereigns were also present, conducting the trial. Despite them not being members of the CNS, the crimes committed by CresGarurumon and his Imperium were of outrageous proportions that the CNS allowed the Sovereigns to take the role of the supreme court.
The Four Holy Beasts were gathered at an elevated podium, giving them a more intimidating presence. Standing before and below them was CresGarurumon, surrounded by the hundreds of spectators, all eyes bore on him like a giant storm looming over the landscape, however its seems that he was keeping his calm despite the pressure on him. And after much discussions, debates and a lot of anxious waiting; the result of the court is about to be announced.
"GresGarurumon, emperor of the tyrannic Imperium, has committed numerous war crimes against the DigiWorld, its inhabitants and Humanity. He had caused a bloody conflict that lasted fourteen years, ending the lives of up to six to ten million digimon and nine hundred and sixty thousand humans, soldiers and civilians included." Narrated the deep voice of Qinglongmon while staring down at CresGarurumon with a scowl, "You will answer for these crimes that you've committed along with hundreds more crimes committed by your own troops such as corruption, pillaging, torture, weapon and digimon traffickings, purposeful destructions of historic and religious sites especially towards the Religion of Light, and direct attacks on civilians, inflicting unnecessary sufferings to digimon and humans."
"With the accords of the United Nations and the Council of Network Security, as punishment for these crimes, you are sentenced to exile to the Deep Web Island!" Zhuqiaomon's fiery and heavy voice declared sternly.
A group of angels descended from the court and brought the heavily chained CresGarurumon out of the court where he will be sent to the Data Ocean where the highly fortified and guarded prison complex awaits him.
He gave one last glance at all the digimon who assisted to his court, notably the Royal Knights, standing at a far corner at the balcony on the second floor. He smiled at them silently, sending dread towards Alphamon before he left the court room. Once it was over, the Royal Knights quietly walked out of the building.
"Finally!" Dynasmon exclaimed while stretching his arms out, "I was getting bored of all of this. Who would've thought that that would last three hours?"
"I've got to agree with you there," Examon admitted while flexing his massive wings out, "My back is stiff from retracting my wings for this long."
"How's your left leg, Duftmon?" Magnamon asked concernly at the tactician, the fact that the injured knight had to stand through all of this must be a pain in the-
"A horrible thorn, Magnamon." Duftmon replied bluntly.
"So what now, Alphamon?" Dukemon asked casually, facing the Aloof Hermit and waited for his response.
The black knight gazed back at the building quietly before his eyes met those of the Royal Knights, standing before him and waiting patiently for him to speak. He smiled warmly behind his helmet, relieved that he hasn't lost one of them in the long and bloody conflict.
"Now? We go back to the castle and prepare negociations with the humans." He informed them as a matter-of-fact.
"Can we like, take a rest first? I'm exhausted." Rhodoknightmon said while faking a yawn. Most of the Royal Knights eagerly nodded in agreement.
Omegamon shook his head," Sure, you'll get your rest once we get home."
"Indeed, I think we all deserve some rest," Alphamon affirmed lazily, "Besides, I have Ouryuumon take care of the rest for us."
"Isn't that too much work for him?" Sleipmon asked with worry.
"He'll be fine." Alphamon said with a shrug. But in his mind, he can tell that the captain of the Strike Forces is cursing him to no end. To that he chuckled lightly.
March 8th 2020, Castle Albion, Eniac continent.
Since the end of the war, the humans were still in the Digital World to aid in the restoration of settlements and provided supply aids to those in need. Routine patrols were conducted to install order and prevent any banditry in the region. Thankfully there were no casualties eventhough there have been a few engagements with bandits and rogue imperial soldiers.
Only next month will the human soldiers be able to go back home.
Renamon sat quietly just outside the Human Ressources department office, arms crossed and eyes closed as she catch up on some sleep during the wait. Eventually, the door to the office creacked open revealing Guilmon with a broad smile. She looked up to him with a small smile as he approached her and gave her a quick kiss on her lips.
"See you outside?" She simply nodded before she got in the HR office.
The office wasn't too small nor big and it was bland, like any standard office in this castle. She stood with her back straight and saluted formally. Sitting behind the wooden desk was a First Sergeant reading through her files before he noticed her and gestured her to take a seat. She complied and waited for him to speak.
The HR manager took his glasses off and placed the files down, finally ready to address to the digimon in front of him.
"As you may know, we're offering to all digimon service members the choice to return to Earth with us. The Japanese government has already planned to financially help these digimon so that they can adapt to their new home. But you'll also need to apply to the administration to get an ID card." He explained plainly, "Fortunately for you, since you are partnered with a human, the transition process will be much easier and quicker; for you and me. "
He pulled out a document with a list of various instructions and information about some of the benefits to adapt to the Real World. At the very bottom of the page was a blank rectangle. He handed to her a black ballpen for her to sign the document.
"As per your request, this will help you in your transition to the civilian life back on Earth. You will receive monthly social contributions from the government as well as this..." He gave her an unsealed enveloppe with a credit card and another piece of document on it, "This is your new credit card, courtesy of the Marine Corps along with info on your current bank account."
She inspected briefly the gold piece of plastic in her hand before reading the document. Her eyes went wide open when she read the amount of money she had gathered throughout her years of service.
"This...this is too much, sir."
"Of course not, it is enough for you to live a new life," The Senior Enlisted Advisor said with a grateful smile, "You've done a lot for us in the Corps. Your performance and skill in the field are quite outstanding, even to MARSOC standards. You're a war hero now."
"Thank you, sir." Renamon replied with a respectful bow.
"We should thank you instead. Frankly, I never would've thought that having you guys in the field would give us a much needed edge over the enemy. You've performed your duty well, Staff Sergeant." He stated with a laid back tone, glad to have her on their side.
However his attitude shifted once he wanted to address on the second subject, one that should be discussed as soon as possible. He frowned after pulling out another document from her file.
"... That being said, Eugene informed me that you were visiting him quite often, is that correct?" She nodded quietly, already figuring out where this conversation will go. "Well... after some observations and mental tests that he gave you... he concluded that you are showing signs of PTSD." He told her sombrely.
"Crap." She muttered angrily.
"Indeed," He agreed with a sigh, "Sleepless nights, vivid and recurring nightmares, reports of you wandering around the castle all night long, empty stares, and the list goes on..." He stared at her with a serious gaze, "Listen, I know the reputation your species have but this isn't your fault. You've been through and seen a lot. It is not easy for you to cope with our method of warfare. It is much uglier than your old ways. So please, do me favour and seek help ASAP, okay?"
She didn't answer, she blankly stared at the ground, her heart throbbing in pain as multiple needles of shame and doubt stabbed her from within.
"I've contacted the higher-ups and the Japanese military." He continued despite the lack of response from the vixen, "Hypnos is willing to help you and your friends to at least "cure" you. I won't give you any pills because they might have negative side effects for you. Is that clear?"
Despite his attempt to cheer her up, Renamon was still in her own painful world inside her mind. With a sigh, the HR manager gently led her out of his office while patting her back in comfort.
"You're going to make it through this, Renamon. You're a tough Marine, so fight like one." He stated hopefully before he left her alone.
The vixen digimon remained on her spot for several seconds before she shook her head and sighed sadly. Calming down her nerves, she headed for the exit where Guilmon was waiting for her; for now, he was her only source of happiness, she made sure to enjoy their date to the last moment.
That night, Flamedramon wandered in the castle, looking around at the decorations while his mind was in deep thought. The war is over but a new problem arises: he didn't have a home to go to. He didn't have a tamer, he got in the Real World by accident, only helped by a kind-hearted human, killed during the invasion. He can't remember much of his past. He was born in the First Village without parents, which meant that he died in a previous life. How or when was still a debate for him. But he didn't care.
He enjoyed this new life, despite the numerous tragedies and hardships he just went through. He has found a new family, one in the military. He met his brothers and sisters, both human and digimon, he fought with them through hell... and lost many.
His mind was torn in half; quit the military and join an uncertain life in the Real World or stay here and hope for the best. Either options didn't bode well for him. He was lost just like now as he tries to actually find his personal quarter.
His train of thoughts was halted when a familiar voice caught his attention, one he didn't believe to hear in a million years.
"Yo, Flamey! Over here!" BlackRenamon called out much to her friend's embarrassment.
He slowly turned around, right eye twitching at the mention of his supposed pet name. At the other end of the hall was BlackRenamon and Weregarurumon. The black vixen was waving her arms in the air to beckon him. Reluctantly, he walked back towards the two female digimon.
"Don't me call that, please!" He hissed at BlackRenamon.
She giggled in response before speaking up, "What are you doing here? Wandering around the place."
"I-uh-I...I'm actually lost..." He replied as he takes another glance around the hall, not familiar with the layout of the fortress, "I don't know where my room is now that I think about it..."
"Haha! Really? Gosh, you and Weregarurumon have so much in common." She leaned closer to Flamedramon with a paw close to her mouth, "Just yesterday she forgot where the mess hall was so she ended up in the war room by accident, right in the middle of a meeting." She whispered with a stiffled laugh.
"Rena!" Weregarurumon exclaimed while Flamedramon couldn't hold his laughter.
"So anyway... Do you need help with something?" The bipedal wolf asked much to her friend's and Flamedramon's surprises.
The blue dragon bit his lower lip, almost declining the offer but he decided to continue interacting with the two, maybe they could help him out.
"Uh yeah, actually... It's, uh..." He thought pensively to get the words out properly, "The humans... they're about to leave this world in a month and uh... I don't know if I should join them or stay here..."
"Well... do you have any families over there or here?" He shook his head.
BlackRenamon and Weregarurumon kept themselves quiet as they tried to figure a solution to his dilemma. After a minute or two, Flamedramon could see they could find none, much to his dismay and decided to just leave them and figure it out by himself. He was abruptly stopped when Weregarurumon grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait! There is a way but, um... I can't believe I'm saying this..." She said to herself under her breath, "B-but how about you stay at my place?" Both her and Flamedramon blushed deeply while BlackRenamon tried her best not to laugh hysterically in front of them. "It's not far from the capital city so... you can find a job or something over there." Weregarurumon continued with her proposition.
At first Flamedramon wanted to run away in embarrassment but after some self-control and further thought, he let a small smile form on his lips.
"Yeah, I might do that... Thank you, really, for offering me your hospitality." He said politely with a bow. "So when do you leave?"
"Um... in two weeks?" She looked at BlackRenamon for confirmation. The vixen nodded certaintly, "Yeah, two weeks. So I'll give you a heads up if you want."
"That'll be great." Flamedramon noted before he started to make his way back to his personal quarter, saying his goodbyes to BlackRenamon and Weregarurumon.
When he was out of sight, BlackRenamon nudged her friend with a playful wink, "What did I tell you? You two make such a cute couple; you're even asking him out. Next step will be you and him getting married and have beautiful children-"
"That's enough!" Cried a very flustered Weregarurumon before she walked away from the vulpine digimon.
"Aw c'mon! Don't be like that!"
"Nope! Stay away from me!"
"But he could be a great mate for you!" BlackRenamon playfully chased after her friend.
"LALALA! Not listening!"
May 18th 2020, Castle Albion, Eniac continent.
The humans based at the castle gathered their equipment as they prepared themselves for one last journey before going home. Hundreds of troops already waited outside at the helicopter landing zones but more were still inside getting their stuff while others said their farewells to some of their digimon friends.
Raymond hefted the deployment rucksack on his back and carried the heavy duffle bag in his left hand. As he makes his way out of the room, he took a glance around it before flicking the lights off and closing the door behind him.
Along the way, he gave curt nods at the passing Marines, he could tell that they were impatient and eager to finally move out of this place but they were also anxious and nervous, having been living in the Digital World for years made some of the men and women afraid of the changes back on Earth. What would their lives be in the future? Sure most of them will continue their military career as per signed on the contract but to those whose contract ended this year; how will they recover to the civilian life?
Unfortunately Raymond had no answers for them. His career just got extended to five more years due to orders coming from POTUS himself. A darker thought then came into mind; he was worried about the Marines' mental health. With so much death and destruction they've been through, there is no doubt that many will have PTSD, and knowing the American mental health system since President Dirrel came to office in 2017, very few will recover and live a normal life.
The conflict had been brutal despite lasting three years. But those three years had been filled with gruelling battles, many soldiers died in a short period of time, casualties mounting in the hundreds monthly. It is simply too much for a modern human to endure. No one was trained to fight in this world and despite that grim fact, they've survived and won. Their intervention was the morale boost and force the Digimon coalition needed to break the bloody stalemate of the war.
But victory came at a hefty price, a price no one wished to see ever again. The global war on Terror almost seemed tame compared to this one. He wished it will be the last one.
The CH-53K King Stallion gently made its descent on the landing pad, its rear ramp extending out to let the Marines embark in it. One by one, the Marines walked in and took their seat. The heavy aircraft then lifted off the ground, ascended to the sky and headed for Dawnstar Hill.
Raymond was the last one to get in the King Stallion, taking the seat near the ramp. He set the packs down between his legs and calmly gazed out as the transport slowly lifted off the ground. It was finally over, he was going home.
Home... it is such a distant memory for him.
"Hey!" Dukeman called him with a light nudge to the shoulder, "Have you talked with your girlfriend lately?"
"About what?"
"Your relationship of course! Are you going to live with her or something like that?" He clarified. Truth be told, Raymond haven't thought about that, neither did Kuribayashi. Sure they talked for awhile from time to time but they haven't got a serious talk about their relationship. She loved him and he loved her, no doubt about that but how will they manage their personal lives and relationship?
Raymond simply shrugged in response, much to Dukeman's annoyance,"You can't be serious! What did I tell you about relationships? Communication!"
"I'll figure it out... somehow. What about you?"
Dukeman sighed heavily, frowning as he spoke up, "I'm sorry, bro, once my contract ends, it's over for me."
"Staying with the wife and kids?"
"Yeah... I think I've seen enough in the military. Plus, my wife will probably kill me if I extended my contract!" They both laughed before Raymond asked another question.
"How about work?"
Dukeman shrugged with a sly smirk,"I'll wing it."
"Ooh? Learning from me now, eh?"
"You're a bad influence to me."
Once back at Camp Dawnstar, the main operating base and starting base of the IDDF, built around the gate that linked the Digital World to the Real World, the Marines were directly instructed to their designated barracks while they were on stand by for an additional two days. Though it frustrated the impatient men and women, the Marines followed the instructions bitterly.
To pass the time, they were allowed to roam around the base or in the small town of Green Hills. The town was once the refugee camp installed by the JGSDF and U.S Army engineers before it expanded thanks to the influx of refugees and a generous amount of building materials sent by the Japanese and local governments, thus enabling the camp to welcome more digimon. Throughout the years, it grew and grew until it officially became a town of the small state. The military provided the inhabitants with food and medical supplies while several local organisations attract merchants and businesses from nearby regions.
Currently housing three thousand digimon, the town was an instant success at providing an increase in incomes for Dawnstar Hill and attracted further more digimon from foreign regions. Of course with such importance it held, the IDDF provided security with the established local police, made up of digimon volunteers, trained by the IDDF and financed by the Dramon Republic and recently the Royal Knights.
As the withdrawal of troops begins, the local police force will be the only security entity to protect the town while the base will constantly be guarded by several companies of human soldiers. If the IDDF wants to withdraw its troops, it will make sure to leave the Digital World a better place and not repeat the mistakes back on Earth. The last thing they want to deal with is an insurgency of supernatural and sometimes overpowered creatures.
It was late afternoon when Raymond decided to take a visit of the nearby town. It took him a couple of minutes of walking and after crossing a checkpoint he reached the town. Staying on the main stone road that led toward the town square, Raymond briefly observed the buildings around him. The buildings were mostly made of wood and stone, big enough to accomodate most digimon of different forms and sizes.
Ironically, the streets were flooded with numerous off duty soldiers, walking in groups and chatting amicably while the locals simply minded their own business. Military Police patrol units frequently drove or walked around in squads, their posture completely lax. The crime level is almost nonexistant, it was mostly petty thefts or bar fights caused by drunk soldiers or digimon, sometimes both.
After some wandering in the town square, Raymond stopped by a random local pub/hotel comically named "The Knight Shift".
Going through the wooden door, warm food first hit his nose. It smelled fresh and delicious, making his tastebuds wet. The joyful chatter of locals and soldiers filled the air, giving the pub a nice and welcomed feeling.
At his peripheral view, among the sea of cheery or drunk soldiers and civilians, was Renamon sitting alone at the far corner of the pub. Intrigued, he decided to greet and chat with her. When he got closer, he noticed that the digimon was staring at the outside world through the glass window with a blank stare, as if her mind was somewhere else.
"Renamon," The digimon's head snapped at him and she immediately stood up with a sharp salute, her face blushing through her golden fur. "Easy," Raymond said while chuckling, "We're in a pub, you don't have to be so formal."
They both sat down. A Lilamon waitress approached the human to take his order. After noting the order down, she politely bowed down and left the two Marines alone.
"So...what are you doing in a place like this?" He asked curiously.
Renamon glanced away, her fingers tapping the wooden round table nervously. He mentally noted her unusual behavior and antics. He waited a few seconds longer of silence before he coughed to get her attention back.
"Uh, yeah... I'm fine..." She said absently.
"You don't have to hide it, Renamon, everyone knows." He said with a heavy sigh. "Have you been visiting Doc lately?"
"I haven't gone there in weeks..." She replied flatly.
"What about Guilmon?"
"He's been doing fine... better than I anyway." She breathed out and rested her forehead on her hands, a headache soon attacking her.
"You shouldn't isolate yourself like this, Renamon, you'll do more harm than good." He reasonned concernly. "You should also lay off the energy drinks, all that caffeine consumption is destroying you. When's the last time you had any decent sleep?"
"At least it keeps me awake."
"But why? Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Renamon frowned but didn't dare to look at Stephen in the eyes, she simply avoided him and wanted to change the conversation. Unfortunately for her, the Marine in front of her is known to never give up. She considered vanishing on the spot but her pride and dignity held her in place. She gave up and decided to tell the truth.
"I do not want to sleep... I... I do not want see my nightmares anymore...I do not want to see my failures... " Her gaze hardened, closing her fists tighter, fueled by anger and self shame. "I can't sleep, sir, their lifeless eyes haunt me every night."
"It is not your fault these men died, Renamon, you did what you could." Raymond stated in a serious tone, "They knew the risks of their job, they volunteered to be Force Recon, they chose to be Recon Marines, fought for that title and knew exactly what they were in for."
"Being caught in a war that isn't part of their world was not in their job description. Get sent to fight in a very dangerous and deadly world was not what they signed up for." She retorted dryly, "Their families didn't know they were sent here in the first year of the war and now some of them return home in coffins. I failed to protect them."
"This is where you're wrong, Renamon," He countered firmly, "Your job was to lead them to battle and accomplish the mission. Their job was to protect one another, including you. These men were Marines, taught to give up their lives for another and never give up. They did their duty by sacrificing their lives for each other, for you. Gary risked his life for you; he knew the danger and did it anyway. Any other soldier would've done the same." He reached out a hand to gently grasp Renamon's paw, slightly squeezing it, "They are not Rika; they are part of a special brotherhood, looking out for each other. They died as Marines, their sacrifices were not in vain."
He withdrew his hand away as he let his words sink in the mentally disturbed digimon. He hoped his words would take an effect on her, at least for the better.
The digimon waitress finally came back with his drink on the tray. She also gave him the bill and left with a small smile. He took a look at the bill and was midly surprised to see a discount on his drink. He laughed when he noticed that the waitress left a small message at the bottom.
"Hey, made a special discount just for you, handsome~ Hope to see you soon! ;)"
"Christ, looks like the waitress is hitting on me." He said as he showed the message to Renamon.
She let out a soft giggle, shaking her head in disbelief. He noted that her mood got slightly better which meant that progress was made. The two of them chatted for awhile until Renamon decided to head back to base, wanting to spend the night with Guilmon. Having no other reason to stay in the pub, Raymond followed her out of the pub and into the streets where the lamp posts were lighting up the small town.
"Raymond," Renamon called him before they were about to go to separate paths, "Thank you... for helping me." She clarified gratefully.
He smiled warmly at her, "I'm just looking out for my fellow Marines. I'm a captain for a reason."
The vixen gave him a sharp salute and vanished from sight, leaving the Marine alone in the empty street.
Renamon reappeared in front of her designated barracks, where Guilmon's sleeping quarter is also at. Since Flamedramon decided to stay in the Digital World, the red saurian digimon was left without a roommate, which didn't bother him since it allows Renamon to stay with him at night.
Naturally, she got in the building without a single sound, her soft feet muffled her footsteps without the lost of speed. She arrived at his door, lightly knocked at it before entering the room.
"Hey." Guilmon greeted her with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Hey yourself." She replied before planting a quick kiss on his muzzle.
The red saurian kissed her back passionately, catching her off guard before she closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm embrace. Gently, she pushed him towards the bed, lying on top of him and pinning his arms down. She reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, panting as she feels her cheeks heating up.
"What was that for?" She asked curiously, surprised at Guilmon's bold move.
"I just love you," He replied with a sheepish shrug, "I'm happy to have you here...with me."
"You're too sweet, Guilmon..." She gave a small peck on his lips, "Keep it up."
"Your wish is my command," Guilmon replied with a soft laugh, "Staff Sergeant."
"Shut up, Lance Corporal and kiss me." She ordered playfully before they shared another long and passionate kiss.
After several minutes of cuddling and kissing, along with a small tickle fight caused by an over eager and later defeated Guilmon, the digimon couple lied on the bed in each other's loving embrace, staring deeply at each other's eyes. Renamon nestled comfortably against Guilmon. His strong arms were wrapped around her lithe and athletic body while she had her fluffy tail covering his waist, giving him more comfort and warmth. Guilmon's tail gently caressed her legs, sending light shivers down her spine.
The reptilian digimon enjoyed her soft fur against his smooth scaly skin. He calmly and slowly breathed in her natural scent, a mixture of honey, sakura and roses, the intoxicating perfume becoming an addiction of his. The fact that he can smell from hundreds of meters away reinforced his addiction and love for her. Instinctively, when he's around her, he feels overly protective; and in their current embrace he doesn't want to let her go.
Renamon softly ran a hand across Guilmon's abdomen, noticing the fit muscles he gained since joining the Corps. She felt him sighing pleasantly on her head, his soft breathing soothed her mind and made her sensitive ears twitch pleasantly. She placed a small kiss at his neck before placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing her thumb against the skin lovingly.
She stared back at his eyes, the golden orbs shone through the calm darkness of the room as it was now past midnight. His eyes showed glimmers of happiness, love and kindness. They were mesmerizing, always drawing her attention as if charmed by them; they were one of the reasons she fell in love with him.
"Guilmon?" He replied with a hum, still staring at her warmly, "Have you... Have you ever thought of having a child?"
A small smile graced his lips as he replied with: "Yeah but it was mostly at the back of my mind."
"Do you want one? With me?" She asked shyly, feeling as if her head is about to explode.
Fortunately, Guilmon was in the same flustered state, though for an entirely different reason.
"I-I would love to but... I don't know how..." He stuttered in embarrassment, "I mean I watched how it was done in the Real World but with us... we do not have the, uh... necessary "equipment"..." His blushing cheeks were now redder than his natural scales.
Renamon inched her face away with a playful smirk and an raised eyebrow. "You mean you've already watched porn?" She asked mischievously.
Flabbergasted by her blunt question, Guilmon was at a lost for words before he spewed out incoherent words while his brain was rebooting. Renamon giggled softly as she noted that he was acting just like his tamer when faced with similar situations.
"Does a documentary about foxes counts as porn?"
Probably the funniest thing she has heard in a long time, the vixen laughed uncontrollably to the point her eyes tearing up and her stomach aching while Guilmon struggles with his nervous antics.
"It-It was a long time ago, okay? I-I wanted to know more about you and I thought maybe that documentary on TV would help me... I was young and stupid back then," He explained nervously, "Gosh, I still wished I hadn't watch that..." He shuddered at the traumatising memory.
"Don't worry, we won't do any of "that"," Renamon assured him after recovering from her laughter. "It's quite simple but it'll take a lot of your energy." She explained calmly as she sat up.
"And how do you know all of this?" He asked curiously.
"Sakuyamon taught us." She stated as a matter-of-fact, "Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait-"
"No, I do want to have a child with you..." Her partner declared nervously, "I-I love you, Renamon, and if this is a step you want to take then I'll do it for you. I-I-I'll make sure to be a good father and love our child as much as I love you and-"
His passionate stuttering was cut off by Renamon's lips locked on his, making him gasp in surprise before he moaned into the kiss. He felt her lips parting away, almost whimpering for more. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and gazed lovingly into his eyes, gently nuzzling her muzzle against his.
"Just focus on me, show me that you love me, let your heart speak for you," She took his hand and placed it on her chest where her increasingly beating heart was, "Do you feel that?" She felt his head nodding against her right cheek, prompting her to giggle softly, "Try to match the rythm of my heart." She then placed one hand on his chest, feeling his heart drumming in anxiety and excitement.
"And how do I do that?" He asked with his eyes closed, too entranced with the beating of her heart.
"It's simple... love me..." She leaned in and connected her lips with his once again, planting a soft kiss.
They deepened their kiss by letting their tongues caressing each other, causing them to moan in delight. Slowly, their heartbeats began to synchronise, matching up speed as the affection grew more passionate. Eventually their hearts bloomed and shimmered as dim data stream sprung out and danced around the digimon couple, mixing and connecting with one another. It was a mesmerizing spectacle as more data streams hazily floated around them, merging and creating new data particles which then formed another stream.
Renamon gently pushed Guilmon back on the bed, lying on top of him before reluctantly pulling out of the heated kiss.
"I love you." She declared softly.
"I love you too." He replied gently.
She nuzzled lovingly below his chin while he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her and showering her with small kisses. As the data streams shimmered down, the couple began to experience tiredness, quickly slumping into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
Unbeknownst to them, the mating ritual was a success, a digi-egg was created; though not in a place they intended to expect but fitting at the same time.
The next morning came as dawn rose over the hills and valleys. Corpsman John "Doc" Eugene was already up, a warm cup of tea in hand, heading straight for the medical station. Once in his workplace, he greeted two fellow medics before he went through the attached infirmary.
He stopped dead in his tracks once he laid eyes on a digi-egg laying on the cot to the right. Puzzled, he walked towards it, pinched himself to check if he was awake, took a sip of his coffee then finally poked the big egg. He noticed that the egg was completely white with a yin yang symbol within a hazard sign. He walked back to the desk at the left hand corner of the infirmary and searched through the cupboards and cabinets for a digimon scanner.
The scanner, built and provided by the Royal Knights, enables a human to identify a digimon, giving them basic information such as types, levels and attacks. He shortly found one and went back to the egg, pulling the scanner's trigger before a blue light flashed out at the end of the scanner and swiped up and down the egg. The device beeped and loaded the egg's information.
"A hybrid Relemon?" He mumbled with puzzlement. He then read the short description, "Procreated with the data of a Renamon and a Guilmon..."
Thankfully in this world, there exist only two digimon of the Guilmon-species, one is a Royal Knight and the other is among his platoon. His eyes shot open with the sudden realisation. It was clear how the egg got here and how it was made.
"Oh fuck me..." He groaned in irritation.
Raymond set his tray on the table as he sat down, facing a half asleep Dukeman, slowly stirring his foam cup of coffee. The officer remained quiet, taking a few bites of his omelette, enjoying the early morning breeze at the exterior cafeteria, before starting up a conversation.
"You look like shit."
"Thanks." Dukeman retorted sarcastically.
"You've been roaming around town?" Raymond enquired with an amused interest.
"Yep... the boys bet two hundred bucks if I beat a local in a drinking game." Louis explained with a hoarse voice, "Chugged twelve pints but I fucking won." He said proudly and tiredly before he showed Raymond the two hundred dollars won in his hand.
"Jesus Christ, Louis, was it really worth it?"
"If it made those guys shed tears of defeat? Yes."
"I guess I can't argue with you on that." Raymond stated with sly smirk.
"If you don't mind me, skipper, I'm gonna take a nap here." Dukemon told him without room for protest, he pulled his combat shades out of his shirt pocket and put them on. He rested his head on his arms like a pillow and shortly slept quietly.
Raymond shook his head and went back to eating his breakfast while enjoying the peace and quiet. The mess hall had only a couple of soldiers currently eating their breakfast, most of the soldiers in the base were either working or still asleep. At the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small group of JSDF personels before they went in the mess hall. He didn't put much thought about this and decided to take another cup of coffee, leaving discreetly the still sleeping Gunnery-Sergeant.
He casually made his way to the coffee machine, greeting briefly some of his fellow Marines on the way there. He chatted a bit with the two British soldiers queuing for the machine. When his turn was up, he said his goodbyes to the two Brits and patiently waited for the coffee machine to fill his cup. As the machine emitted its iconic loud shatter, shredding the coffee beans and heating up the water, he felt a presence behind him, probably just another soldier or Marine. Then that person spoke up.
"Um... Raymond." A timid female voice murmured.
Raymond instantly froze up, not expecting to meet Kuribayashi this soon in the day. He turned around and gave her a small friendly smile, trying to act cool in this awkward situation.
"Do you mind if we talked somewhere else... in private?" The petite woman seemed to be as flustered as him, shifting nervously in place while glancing left and right to make sure no one was staring at them.
"Uh, yeah sure." He replied after he picked his cup, following her out of the mess hall and down a hallway.
They turn around a corner and made sure they were alone in this part of the building. Satisfied, Kuribayashi cleared her throat and gazed at him.
"Are we still... together?" Her timid and fearful question made Raymond chuckle, amused to see her like this, like a scared puppy.
Deciding to use actions to speak his opinion, he bent down and kissed her on the lips. "Does that help you?" She nodded her flushed face vigorously, clearly not excepting yet enjoying the small kiss.
"S-sorry... it's just I'm worried that we might not be able to see each other much; once we get back home." She explained concernly, her hands held on his left hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
He sighed, he knew what she was feeling. In all honesty, he shared the same feeling; they were both soldiers from different countries. The military is a very demanding job, leaving them very little of alone time or rest. At first glance, their relationship is unconceivable and wouldn't last long; long distance and military relationships usually don't last very long. Usually... not guaranteed, so he has his hopes high up.
"It's going to be difficult at first, for sure," He stated with a frown, "...But I'll do anything to make this last. We will make this last." He said confidently. "I love you... I really do. I'll call you when I can, I'll visit you when I can."
A soft and warm smile graced her face, looking up to him with hope. She lifted a hand to his cheek and gently stroke it before leaning forward and kissed him back.
"I love you too."
"Maybe one day I could live with you. A little apartment in Tokyo, just the two of us." He suggested with a smile, feeling his heart pounding against his chest.
"I want a dog too." She said while resting her head on his chest.
"We'll get a dog too." He confirmed and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"How long do you plan on staying in the military." She asked nonchalantly, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I dunno... the Marine is what I wanted for my whole life. I've already extended my contract to an additional five years."
"I have three more years... I wanted to continue but... after what I've seen and being with you; I kinda lost, I don't know what to do with my life after the army."
"We'll figure something out, I'm sure there's a solution to everything." He assured her with a warm hug.
"Promise me?" She asked hopefully.
"I promise."
The couple stood in each other's arms for long minutes before they had to get back to the mess hall and actually finish up their breakfast before the routine tasks of the day begin. Once Raymond got back to his table, he had the unexpected surprise of seeing all of the platoon leaders of the company staring at him expectantly while Dukeman had a cat-like, teasing grin. It didn't take him long to realise what was happening.
"You fucker..." He said with an annoyed look.
"Oh c'mon! These guys are getting impatient and want to know the juicy stuff." Dukeman replied in defense.
"I ain't going to tell anything to you hopeless bastards." He retorted as he sat down, earning him a collective groan from the others. "Screw all of you!"
The rest of the day went on uneventful. The Marines packed up their equipment and gear, a small party was held by Colonel Eversman in the evening as their last stay on the Digital World. Renamon and Guilmon have been scolded at by a very unhappy "Doc" Eugene after he gave them the digi-egg. The Marines slept early that day for tomorrow a big event is held for their departure.
May 20th 2020, Camp Dawnstar, 0630 hours.
Gathered in formations on the tarmac of the airfield, the Marines of the 1st "Digimon Expeditionary Marines" and the JSDF soldiers of the 2nd "Combat Task Force" stood silently at the attention of their respective commanders. The Marines wore their woodland MARPAT uniform with their plate carrier on, their rifles slung to the side and lightweight combat helmet on. Behind them were the transport vehicles that would lead them through the gate and into Tokyo. Beside the giant stone gate that linked between the two worlds was a podium where Eversman, Richards, Lieutenant Colonel Hazama and Major Higaki stood side-by-side while the ambassador of the Council of Network Security, QueenChessmon, begins her farewell speech to the men and women of the IDDF.
"Brave and honourable soldiers of the International Digimon Defense Force, I, QueenChessmon, as a representative of the Digital World, want to express my highest gratitude for the sacrifices you've done to bring peace and stability in this world. The voices of billions of digimon thank you all for fighting for their freedom. You've fought hard and bitterly to achieve victory. You've been through many hardships and battles, lost many of your own. Despite the horrors of the war, fought far away from your home and families, you've stood your grounds and pushed on, facing the Imperium head-on no matter the consequences. Such display of courage, selfless sacrifice and devotion to duty cannot be questionned. You've proven the Digital World that in unity you can accomplish anything. Your will to fight and courage will be the prime example and admiration for many in this grateful world of untold generations. Your actions in the battlefield, of honour and justice, will echo in the hearts and minds of digimon across the world. We thank you all and we are forever indebted to you. I hope peace will reign from now on and that we can establish a relation with your world. May you return home to your families safely and cherish your time with them."
The ambassador gave them a formal military salute before she turned to the commanders and repectfully shook their hands. Colonel Eversman stepped up to the podium, first adjusting the microphones before adressing to his Marines.
"I also prepared a speech but I promise to make this very short and less sappy." His statement earned a round of laughter from the Marines, relaxed by the light humour. He cleared his throat before beginning his speech. "Marines, it has been a honour to lead you to battle, the proudest years of my life. It has been a hard war for us. Intense and heavy battles were fought across this world but we pushed through adversity victoriously. We're the United States Marine Corps, and for over two hundred years, we win battles for our great nation. Once again, you've proven yourselves in battle and solidified our reputation in this world. Sadly, this will be the last time I'll be serving in the Corps for my time is up. The actions and sacrifices done by you in this world will be remembered for the coming years. As part of this new international coalition, you'll be remembered and known for the rest of your lives as "Digital Marines", Earth's first line of defense and the Digital World's finest warriors. Semper fi, Marines! And get your asses back home!"
"OORAH!" The Marines roared in response, their voices echoed loudly and clearly across the base.
Finally the farewell ceremony was over, as the commanders exchanged a few words with QueenChessmon, the Marines and Japanese soldiers broke formation and immediately embarked in their designated vehicles. The men and women chatted among themselves animatedly, excited and anxious to get back on Earth. Raymond in the meantime was searching in the sea of soldiers for a particular person. He politely pushed aside some Japanese men before he spotted Kuribayashi about to get on board a Type 96 APC.
"Shino!" He hailed over to her with a wave of his arm.
The woman stopped in her tracks, looked around her before noticing Stephen approaching her quickly.
"Raymond? What are you-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence as Stephen pulled her into a kiss. She gasped into the kiss before closing her eyes and returning the embrace. Unbeknownst to her, the platoon's inspiring photographer, Sergeant Hayato Sasagawa, discreetly took a snap of the moment with his camera while the others tried to suppress the urge to laugh teasingly. The Marine officer parted his lips from hers, a broad grin plastered on his face while his cheeks were furiously red. He slipped in a piece of paper in her right hand.
"See you on the other side!" He said with a wink before running back to his vehicle, leaving behind a very flustered and stunned Kuribayashi.
It took her brain seconds to reboot and register what just occurred to her. At first she smiled widely, her eyes gazing lovingly at the retreating Marine and let out a dreamy sigh. But an exclaimed gasp from Kurata broke her trance. She looked into the vehicle and saw that the whole team was staring back at her with wide grins and teasing smiles. Realizing shortly what was going on, she huffed and acted angry at them, failing miserably considering her flushing face betrayed her.
She got in the APC, took her seat and looked away from them, ignoring the stares of the male soldiers.
"At least I have a chance of getting laid!" She snapped back at them. Most of them frowned and gazed down at their own feet in shame.
Itami was the only one to genuinely laugh at the young soldiers while Tomita shook his head in amusement. He heard the hatches closing shut as the crewmembers got ready to move. The driver turned his head to the soldiers.
"You boys ready to go home?" He asked loudly.
"HAI!" They all replied eagerly.
"Okay! We're moving out in four minutes!" The driver announced ecstatically after starting the engine up.
The speakers on the hangar hollered, signaling the large convoy to move through the dark void that resides in the gate. Slowly and in tight formation, the transport vehicles drove through the gate, instantly gone from sight once they traverse the gateway.
At the other side, home was waiting for them with open arms.
Yokota Air Base, Fussa, 0845 hours.
As predicted, a large crowd of Japanese citizens happily welcomed and cheered at the homecoming troops once out of the militarized Ginza District. Cries of joy and encouraging applauses were heard along the way of the convoy. It was a warm and refreshing sight for the weary Marines and JSDF soldiers. The military convoy eventually reached its destination at the Yokota Air Base, where the Marines would get a debrief of their temporary stay in Japan before taking their flight back to the United States. Meanwhile the Japanese simply reorganised themselves and were on stand by as they wait impatiently to have the green light to go back home.
Raymond was called over by Richards for an officers' meeting, barely having the time to get his packs out of the vehicle. He joined him in a meeting room where other Marine officers were gathered in the small room. Facing the group of Marines were three men; Eversman, Yamaki and another man he didn't recognise.
The Lieutenant-Colonel stepped forward and coughed loudly to get the men's attention, "I would like to introduce to you all the head of Hypnos, Yamaki, and Minister of Defense, Kanō. Listen up and closely to what they are about to announce. A new world in your career is about to begin, gentlemen. Sir." Eversman nodded at Yamaki before he allowed the Japanese man to step forward.
"A new frontier has been opened to our world, this means a drastic change will take in effect in our world. As we speak, the United Nations is trying to establish relations with several states and kingdoms in the Digital World. As you may have guessed, nations around the world are taking a sudden interest in the Digital World as well as getting more concerned in terms of security. In other words, we need boots on the ground to maintain peace and stability over there." He explained straightforwardly, taking a pause to let the information sink in the Marines. "The U.N wants to maintain and expand the IDDF, improving its equipment and strategies. For now, the Digital World is strictly available to the military and diplomats. Future expeditions into that world is planned, probably in the next year or so."
An officer suddenly raised a hand up, getting Yamaki's attention, "Can't we just close the gate and leave them alone?"
"Despite how many wish this, closing this gate is cutting our only direct access to the Digital World... But it won't prevent digimon from bio-emerging in our world." Several Mariens started to chat in surprise, concerned and dreading such risk. "Despite Japan's increase in military budget and manpower, we do not have the sufficient soldiers nor proper equipment to tackle both defenses here and in the Digital World."
"That is why, with the agreement of the U.N and the Prime Minister, a NATO base will be installed here in Tokyo to assure a quick reaction task force as well as acting as a forward base of operations for the IDDF." The Minister of Defense informed them.
"That is where we enter," Eversman stepped in, "The President is looking to expand the Digital Marines, currently forming the second battalion as we receive a large influx of willing recruits. You will be forming these new Marines with your experiences and new tactics. We will also be receiving new weapons and equipment, so be prepared to adapt to these changes. I'll be cutting you guys the long details of the inner workings of this change but as stated, the Digital Marines will only accept volunteers." He then pulled out a sheet of paper and displayed it to the Marine officers. "Simply sign here if you wish to be part of this. You will be leaving the War on Terror and work to the Digital Front. All enlisted Marines and NCOs are immediately reassigned to their original units and must reenlist if they want to serve in the Digital Marines." He placed down the said paper on the table beside them.
"Are there any questions?" Yamaki asked.
Raymond then raised his hand up, "When do we start this?" He asked with interest.
"In six months. A second expedition is already in the works but we will stay here in Tokyo in the meantime." Eversman replied before he looked at the others for any questions. Satisfied with the silence, he concluded the meeting and let the Marines off.
As Raymond was about to head out, he sensed Yamaki walking beside him soon after the meeting ended.
"Raymond," The blonde man said, stopping the Marine in his tracks, "I've heard there's a fourth digimon coming along. Has Flamedramon changed his mind?"
"Huh?...Oh no, actually they are still a digi-egg." Yamaki's confused look was enough of a hint to Raymond that he hasn't heard the full story. "Renamon and Guilmon are having a baby and they are waiting for it to hatch."
"Wait what?! Renamon and Guilmon?" Yamaki was completely at a lost for words.
First off, he didn't expect Renamon to mate with Guilmon, he was (to him) an immature and naive digimon. Secondly, he was surprised that they were able to create a digimon since Guilmon is made up by Takato; this could only mean that they've managed to create a hybrid digimon.
"Interesting..." He mumbled to himself.
"They are at the hangar if you're looking for them." Raymond pointed out before leaving the man alone in his thought.
After grabbing his packs, Raymond headed for his temporary sleeping quarter, like many Marines who followed in groups while chatting among themselves.
Just another stop before they could travel back to the States.
Renamon stared off at the passing environment as she, Guilmon and Monodramon were being driven to the Metropolitan Government Building where their families and friends awaited for them. She glanced back at the digi-egg nestled on her lap, carefully rubbing its soft shell with her paw. Her heart was pounding nervously, apprehensive of the reaction of her friends and family, questionning her own sanity if she was fit for civilian life. Her nervousness was comforted when Guilmon gently placed a paw on top of hers, giving a gentle squeeze. She gazed back at him and smiled in response. The red saurian sat in between Renamon and Monodramon, the latter was fast asleep, snoring soundly after he chatted a bit with them.
A couple of minutes later, the black SUVs went in the underground parking lot of the building complex and parked there. Hypnos security agents got out of the vehicles of the small convoy and pulled the side doors open for the digimon. They quietly escorted the VIPs to the elevator with Yamaki at the lead.
"So, uh... congratulations," Yamaki awkwardly began, "How does it feel to be a parent?"
"Exciting and terrifying at the same time." Guilmon admitted sheepishly.
"Heh, it'll be fine, Guilmon, I know you two will be great parents." Monodramon chimed happily, which surprised both Renamon and Yamaki.
"Thanks, Cyber- I mean Monodramon." Guilmon replied with a grateful smile. The smaller dragon gave a thumbs up and a wink in response.
The elevator reached the floor with an abrupt halt. A cheerful ring opened the sliding door, letting the passengers out into a standard and plain looking hallway. Yamaki led the digimon towards a multipurpose room with only two of the eight security agents following him, the rest went to the opposite direction.
Yamaki stepped aside and pulled the door open, letting the digimon in first. Cheers erupted as soon as they entered the room to their surprise. The room was decorated and fitted as a party room. A large banner hung from the ceiling, the words "Welcome Home!" written in bold blue. The families and friends of respective digimon happily ran towards them and hugged them dearly, finally reunited with them.
Takato was the first to jump at Guilmon, tackling the dinosaur digimon to the ground in a tight hug. His digimon partner happily hugged his tamer and best friend. The two were almost on the edge of crying out tears of joy. Typical, Renamon thought with a faint smile before she was greeted by a flash of red-hair and strong arms wrapping around her shoulders. The vixen instantly knew who it was and embraced her tamer back, not wanting to let her go.
"You're finally here..." Rika said with teary eyes.
Before Renamon could open her mouth, she felt another set of arms wrapped around her and tears dripping on her left shoulder. She smiled when she noticed that Rumiko also joined in the family hug while Seiko simply waved at the digimon with a proud and cheerful grin. She looked around for Monodramon only to find him being held onto preciously by an emotional Ryo Akiyama. The purple dragon is trying to calm his tamer down but to no avail.
"What's with the egg?" Rumiko asked, taking a closer look at the egg tucked under Renamon's arm.
At that moment, everyone's attention slowly directed towards her. She shifted awkwardly in her spot and took in a deep breath.
"It's my child... our child." She answered while looking at Guilmon.
A stunned silence filled the room. Then Rumiko covered her mouth in shock before smiling widely and embraced the digimon once more. The others congratulated the couple while Rika was still in shock. She shook her head to recover from it and simply smiled in happiness for her partner.
They continued the rest of the day in celebration before they were allowed to go home with their families. Yamaki assured the digimon that he'll pay them a visit the next week and bid them a goodnight and rest.
To Renamon, this was by far the happiest day of her life.
May 22nd 2020, Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, California.
Raymond let out another yawn for the umpteenth time as Dukeman tiredly fiddled with the key card to their dorm room. The Marines have just arrived in the United States at past midnight. With the jet lag, many were on the edge of collapsing when their boots hit the ground at the airport. Richards gave them the generous permission of a two-week shore leave, enough time for the men and women to recover from the jet lag and rest before they return to their usual Marine routine.
The door let out a beep once Dukeman finally slid the key card through the slot. He opened the door, turned the lights on much to Raymond's protest, and both Marines dropped their packs and crashed on their respective beds, not bothering to take their boots or uniform off.
The next morning, after a much needed warm shower and fresh set of clothes, the two Marines were heading for the mess hall. In there they were greeted by other Marines, some were half-asleep while others were already fully awaken. They got their breakfast, did their morning routine before they prepared their civilian packs to leave the camp. After changing into their casual civilian clothing, they left the camp and called in for a cab.
During the trip to the airport, Stephen's smartphone buzzed in his jeans' pocket. He pulled the phone out and opened his messages. A faint smile appeared on his lips. He typed in a few words and sent it. A response soon appeared and he chuckled, typing his next message.
"Girlfriend?" Louis asked with a sly smirk.
"...yes..." Stephen sighed, expecting this conversation.
Louis leaned over to his phone, his friend didn't bother to stop him and let him read the conversation. He snickered and nudged him.
"Look at that award winning smile," He pointed out to Stephen, "You finally have a girlfriend."
"Oh come on, it's not the first time that I'm in a relationship." Stephen said with a roll of his eyes.
"Bro, that chick from highschool doesn't count." Louis stated with a deadpan stare.
"What about Sarah?" Stephen asked, mentionning his ex-girlfriend.
"Need I remind you that she cheated on you while we were in Afghanistan."
"Yeah but we're still friends now." He replied with a casual shrug. "Besides our relationship wasn't that serious after a year. I kinda expected that."
"I know but we're talking about Sarah here, the nicest girl we've met since highschool. Sucks for you that a bombshell cheated on you." Stephen stared at him with a thoughtful look and grimaced.
"Shit, you're right..." He admitted with mild surprise. "Oh well, it was nice while it lasted." He said nonchalantly.
"What about her then?" Louis asked while pointing at his phone, presumably at Stephen's new girlfriend.
"I'm actually looking forward to a serious relationship with her... I dunno... I just feel great when I'm with her..." He explained nervously while his cheeks turned red.
Louis laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey man, if she makes you happy than I'm happy for you." He then raised his left hand with his wedding ring on, "And eventually you'll end up with this."
"Sure why not, maybe after the Corps." Stephen said casually and thought about his life as a married man. It made him smile inwardly.
May 23rd 2020, San Francisco.
The cab arrived at his desired destination. He paid the driver and took his luggages out of the trunk. After the taxi drove off, Stephen looked up at the iconic Victorian-style rowhouse seen in numerous neighborhoods of San Francisco. With a deep breath, he walked up the steps of the colorful house and knocked on the white wooden door. From the otherside, he heard a muffled voice before a shuffling of feet approached the door at a moderate pace. The person at the other side unlocked the door and opened it.
A small Asian woman, in her late fifties, peered out and look at the man in front of her door. Her small friendly smile grew wider in pure joy as she instantly recognised her son standing before her. Without a word, she clasped her arms around him while tears of joy dripped on his black and blue flannel shirt. She cupped her hands on his cheeks, making sure she wasn't dreaming.
"Oh my God, you're home!" She cried in happiness and planted a long kiss on his left cheek. "Olivia! Jean! Stephen's here!"
Rapid footsteps echoed loudly from the first floor. Appearing at the top of the staircase, Stephen's baby sister, Olivia, gasped in surprise before she pratically screamed and jumped her way down towards him, tackling him into a fierce hug. Meanwhile his father, Jean, calmly walked out of the kitchen with a wide grin, spreading his arms out and demanding his second son to embrace him. Stephen, after freeing himself from his overjoyed and clinging sister, gladly hugged his father back.
He never felt this much joy in his life. It wasn't his first time returning from a deployment but this time, the feeling was much stronger and greater. He felt relief, alive and happy to be reunited with his family.
He was finally home and there was no other place he'd rather be than with his family.