This lemon is based on Digimon, however, it does not relate to any direct series. This lemon involves adult situations and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.
Includes Renamon and Casey Ray
Written by Casey Ray C.
CHAPTER 1
Ever have one of those times when you needed someone else maybe not vitally but maybe just for companionship, one of the cruelest fates you could wish on some one is for them to be alone. No friends, family, or loved ones, you may not believe this but in order to understand how truly horrible it is you must split your self from every one and know you will never be able to get back to them again… thinking about it, its better not to believe than try it yourself and know the real pain it can cause to you…
A TRUE SAVIOR.
*sigh* “I remember when this all started” said Renamon to herself as a tear rolled down her cheek.
“…I was with Rika when this blinding white light came down on me and the next thing I knew I was in some strange place and Rika was nowhere to be found,” Renamon explained.
“Next thing I know there was another blinding light but this one was different I didn’t go back,” Said Renamon.
A strange and loud voice boomed. “GET ON THE GROUND AND KEEP YOUR HANDS IN PLAIN SIGHT.”
“I was in-circled by strange cars with weird red and blue lights and men in odd uniforms all pointing guns at me,” said Renamon.
“Just then…that’s when he showed up, the sound of a speeding motorcycle was coming closer by every second,” said Renamon.
“The motorcycle launched off and over one of the in-circling police cars, then that strange voice boomed again, HEY YOU WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? BOTH OF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD… NOW!”
“Heheh” *grabs his crotch and cracks his neck* “I prefer to run,” said the stranger.
He was a rather slim and sleek looking man with short brown hair and green eyes, and tall enough to look me in the eye; he had a six foot scimitar slung in a leather sheath across his back which was barely smaller than he was, looked kind of heavy to me, he wore a olive colored tank top, blue jeans, brown steel toed boots, and a gold ring with a sapphire set into it on a chain.
He looked at me with a satisfied smirk held out his hand and said; “Come with me if you want to live,”
I didn’t quite trust him but what choice did I have, either him or the less likely friendly guys with guns.
I got on the bike as he unsheathed his sword and swung it in an uppercut motion and a current of air raised up from the ground and flipped two of the police cars and stunned their owners. I couldn’t believe the sheer power of a single human could be so vast, I was in awe, luckily he still had hold of my hand or I would have fallen off the bike as he hit the gas and we raced down the street. It seemed the only thing that wasn’t chasing us was the army (must have been a sick day or something) as we were heading down a main streets the police decided they were going to start shooting, said Renamon. He proved he wasn’t done amazing me yet, sword still in hand and watching the side mirror, he was changing the trajectory of the bullets to the cars tires, with the flat of his sword!
He cut through a street lamp which came crashing down on the following police team.
I lost balance and he grabbed me by the waist but he also took a bullet in the arm, his sword missed the bullet.
The sudden jolt of pain caused him to loose control of the bike. The bike skidded out and burst into flames a few feet away as he threw us off. At the last second he curled protectively around me so I wasn’t hurt by the fall. (Or at least that’s what he said; he probably just wanted to fondle me. =\)
“Ugggh ok that hurt…don’t tell me your dead” apparently I took too long to respond and he finished with; “not after that,”
“No, just stunned, now what? They probably won’t give up so easy and we won’t get far running.” said Renamon.
“You don’t know much about urban survival do you?” he asked,
No why, replied Renamon?
“Lesson #1 of urban survival training: if it isn’t yours *the guy smashes out a window of a car parked on the side of the street* make it yours. Well what do ya know the door was already unlocked,” he said with a snicker as if the blood trailing down his arm didn’t mean anything.
I had to ask; “didn’t that hurt?”
“Not half as much as the bullet did” Looking away from the street only for a moment to glance in the rear view mirror to see blue and red lights closing in, “heh think I need to pay em back” he said with an evil grimace. As a police car came up beside the car he kicked the driver’s side door free of the car and into the cop car’s door, propping it there with his boot as a shield from bullets. In an instant he had his scimitar in his left hand slashing both tires on the cop car’s right side. The cop car swerved and spun taking out those behind it and leaving me and him a clean get away.
About thirty minutes later we were out side his home, a three story mansion with a large metal gate and fence surrounding it.
“Wow do you really own this place,” asked Renamon?
“I do now… the pervious owner liked fish…. So much he ended up sleeping with them,”
“WHA-” *Renamon gets cut off by Casey Ray* “That’s right we haven’t been introduced have we? My name is Casey Ray,” he said with a polite bow “and yours would be?”
I had to struggle with the words “I’m Rena-Renamon”
Well Rena you probably want to get cleaned up after that excursion, bathrooms to the right bedrooms to the left. If you want I can show you around after you get cleaned up,” said Casey Ray and again he bowed before he turned to leave. “Give me a call when you get hungry I’ll throw something together for us… or we could go out for dinner,” said Casey Ray with that same pleased smirk as before.
After a quick shower I slipped into a bathrobe and went off to look for him. When I finally found him he was out in the back yard, which was divided into two branches from the hall one half was a shooting range with a arrangement of shooting equipment and a dirt pile at the back to catch the slugs. The other half was a garden, green and lush with flowers and spices and various trees but in the center was a clearing, a ring where only grass and a boom box stood and there he was in the middle practicing with his sword he had used earlier that day he didn’t hear me come in because he had the stereo pumped and was singing to the song (actually he wasn’t that bad either).
*Renamon sneaks up on Casey Ray while he’s practicing and scares the living hell of him. His sword goes backwards, cuts open the bath robe she slips and falls on top of Casey Ray* (such a shame huh ;) )
“Well that could have gone worse,” said Casey Ray with a wry smile.
*Renamon blushes* *SMACK* “….pervert,” replied Renamon turned around with a wry smile of her own this time.
“Eh I’ve been called a lot worse and you can’t tell me you didn’t think the same thing can you? No, you can’t deny it but you won’t admit it either then will you?” asked Casey Ray. “It’s ok though I already know the answer.”
*Casey Ray walks over to Renamon puts his arms around her waist and kisses her then walks over to the door*
“See,” asked Casey Ray?
“No… not really perhaps you need to show me,” said Renamon fondling Casey Ray’s balls though his jeans.
Then he said something I wasn’t prepared for… he said “moving a bit fast aren’t we? We should wait, after all we just met.” Even though I know now he was just playing hard to get at the time I thought heh felt he was too good for me…
“Fine if you want to play that game here comes the ace of spades…”
Epilogue
In the fallowing months after Rena moved in Casey and Rena – though she seemed to put up a could shoulder toward him – became real close he taught her how to shoot, several different stances to use both in shooting and in close-quarters combat, even work on cooking… with a few disastrous attempts. Casey told her some of his past but seemed very selective of what parts like he was hiding something… but little did she know just how much…
TO BE CONTINUED
Hope you enjoyed the first part of my little tale hope you’ll stick around for chapter 2 ONLY HUMAN
Questions comments? Ideas for the next one (I WILL LISTEN AND REPLY TO THOSE WHO SEND ON MY THOUGHTS ABOUT THEIR IDEAS)? Anything I need to work on? Praise criticisms? Or are you just useless? :\ lol just playing let me know what you think you can reach me at dlordaz@msn.com so hope you liked chapter 1