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Tales of the Returned

Story 1

The cow goes moo

Renamon was surprised to find herself back in the human world once more. Not because of anything really happening on her end (she had been making herself some tea before a hole appeared under her feet to whisk her away), but more the result of not receiving an advance notice of such travel. At least everything was still the same as before. The city still had the same sort of smells, the same sort of sights. A nostalgic breath of fresh air after all the years she had spent stuck in the digital world.

"Where are you, Daniel?" the vulpine digimon thought and scanned the streets below for any sign of her partner. He was a dweeb kid the last time she had seen him. An absolute cakewalk of a task. If not for all the strange animals walking about the streets below. Cows, lions weren't supposed to be purple or a wide variety of other colors the last time she had checked. Nor did they walk on two legs with regular people. "Something is going on."

But for all her investigative prowess, the answer stubbornly eluded her. Someone was definitely taking glee in her inability to find a kid in a crowd of anthropomorphic animals. Not that such thoughts were enough to stop Renamon. Daniel was her partner after all. What if he was sick? What if someone had kidnapped him and was demanding a ransom from his family? Or maybe this was a case of both, meant to draw her ba-

Before Renamon could complete that thought, a pair of arms wrapped her chest. Looking down to the body parts, she found them to be white fabric with pastel lavender spots. Ending off with two makeshift 'hooves', whoever made this costume had put a lot of time and effort into looking their best. None of which Renamon really cared about.

"Unhand me, cow." she muttered, the plush bovine's grip tightening around her body. What was this cow thinking? She didn't know any cows. Let alone any that had lavender spots all over their body. Probably should get that checked out. Maybe right after they checked with a doctor to make sure everything was alright with them. The last thing someone needed was a trip to a psychiatrist for an incident of them digivolving into a cow. Even if that would be an impressive feat for a human to do. Beyond the point. "You have five seconds to unhand me and explain what the heck is going on down below."

The cow let go of her, a sigh following as they did so. The vulpine digimon turned around and did a double take. No way that this could even be possible.

The cow was still standing there in all its strange and bizarre glory. Now, the head of the creature was held within their hooves. In place of the bovine's head, now stares back that of a man's.. His hair was left short, but a bit on the greasy side. But those chocolate brown eyes, Renamon knew them.

"Daniel, what is the meaning of this?" the vulpine digimon screeched and pulled her arms back. Cow or not, she would not stand for this trickery. Why he had even thought this was okay was beyond her. This was blasphemy. Absolute blasphemy. How could he not see that such acts just made it even less likely that they will get pulled apart once more. Though, she knew of no tales of digimon and their partners being separated over a costume. But there was a first time for everything.

"I always thought you were hot… but didn't want to push the subject in the first place." Daniel remarked and got a punch from his partner. Right to the face, but nothing that an ice pack couldn't heal if given enough time. After, the vulpine digimon's focus shifted over to the mask. In between the cowbell and horns, quite a major amount of time had been put into the mask. Perhaps too much time. "Am I in trouble for this?"

Renamon looked away. While the threat to kick Daniel's butt was still up in the air, maybe it was best to let it slide. She had just gotten back. What could be the worst that could happen?

.

"I am not going to another event." Renamon announced, shoving her snout even further into her book. Just because she had accidentally gone to one didn't mean she was interested. Quite the opposite in fact. No one was going to make her go. Holding her ground, nothing would break her res-

"That Persiamon will be there." Daniel countered, his partner's gaze shifting back over to him. While the cow costume was currently in a suitcase, he was already thinking of possible improvements. Perhaps he could get his partner to dress as a farmer. That would sell the costume better. But right now, just getting her to come with him was a good enough start for now.

Notes:

And so begins a new series from me. Man. That's weird to say. Think of this as a collection similar to AWC, just with the theme of digimon coming back to a world that's just a 'little' bit different from when they were last here.