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The First Digi-Destined

 

Prologue: It all began with a T.V. show.  Life would have been so simple if it had only stayed a T.V. show.  When Japanese computer experts accidentally stumble upon the digital world buried deep within the internet they could not believe what they were seeing.  They started with secret meeting with the other great nations of the world.  The U.S determined that even though this place appeared like the harmless kids show this place may not be exactly the same.  So programs were made that allowed man to view the digital world up close without letting the digimon know of there presence.  As the nations watched they found that this world was almost an exact copy of the world portrayed in the series.  However the observance ordinance was still in place since the nations did not know if the digimon could enter the real world like there fictional counterparts.

            Then all hell broke loose when a digimon found its way onto the internet.  It began to wreak havoc with communications, disrupting servers, and making computers all over the world go haywire.  The nations of the world determined that they must stop any more damage.  However as soon as they readied a program to handle the digimon it vanished.  In order to keep this event from ever happening again the U.S. declared that the digital world be deleted.  American computer experts along with the ones who originally discovered the digital world began to work day and night for months developing a virus that would delete the digital world.

            After many sleepless nights the virus was completed.  It was launched on June 24, 2007.  At first the virus seemed to be working.  Through the eyes of the observer programs the nations watched as section after section of the digital world went from green and vibrant to desolate and barren.  However something went wrong the viruses advanced slowed to a crawl.  The programmers could not understand but at the viruses current rate it would take years for the digital world to be completely deleted.  Then what the nations of the world feared the most began.

            The digimon began to emerge into the real world.  Mankind was not prepared for this and the initial attacks took a heavy toll on every nation.  This was just the beginning however as more and more digimon poured into the real world.  Mankind finally began to fight back and so began the first digital war.

 

Ch.1 The Beginning

 

            A small fog bank seemed to roll in from seemingly nowhere.  It slowly expanded enveloping some of the small ruins in what was once the metropolis of New York.  A small squad of human soldiers saw this fog and instantly knew what it meant “Looks like we got us a fresh one,” said the leader of the squad “radio the snipe and begin setting charges around the perimeter of the field.”

            Meanwhile inside the field a Renamon was beginning to become more and more physical her form adapting to the new environment.  She opened her eyes and for now only saw fog.  She had come to the real world for numerous reasons mainly to escape from the depressing place the digital world had become.  However there was something else that was bugging her it seemed that something was drawing her here.

            The fog seemed to be lessening and she began to make out some building ruins.  She began to walk slowly knowing that humans were hostile to digimon so she made sure to be cautious.  However as she neared the edge of the fog she saw a small object.  She had no clue what it was but before she could figure it out it exploded flinging her through the air and through a wall.

            She landed hard on her right arm sending pain spiraling through it.  She managed to get up but her arm refused to move and was incredibly tender to the touch.  Before she could come to terms with what had just happened she heard footsteps surrounding her.  Then a short time after she saw flashes of light and heard loud bangs small explosions going off everywhere.

            She got up and began to run but felt a sharp agonizing pain shoot through her left leg causing her to fall to the ground.  More shots rang off around her causing her to push her pain out of her mind and began running again.  Renamon saw a human walk in front of her and aim his weapon directly at her.  She managed to jump to the side and teleport away before the shots hit her.

            A few seconds later Renamon reappeared a good distance away from where she was.  She sat down to determine her condition.  She had many scrapes and bruises but most was only superficial.  Her arm hurt like hell and would still not move.  Her leg was in the worst shape and was bleeding profusely.  She knew that if she did not stop the bleeding she might just bleed to death.  She poked her head out of the ruin and seeing no one decided it was safe.

            However she did not make it two steps when she saw the blood appear on the ground.  It took her a few more seconds to realize that it was hers and there was a hole in her chest that was leaking blood and staining her white fur red.  Renamon collapsed onto the ground into a slowly expanding pool of her own blood.  With her fading vision she watched as she was slowly surrounded by humans.  “Radio the sniper,” said one of them “tell him that he needs to improve his aim some he did not kill it in one shot.”

            “You know maybe we should just put it out of its misery,” said another.

            “I wouldn’t I prefer to watch them suffer as they die,” said the first.

            “I don’t know about you but I am going to finish it now we have seen some digimon survive these kinds of wounds,” said the second as he pressed his gun barrel to her head.

            Renamon closed her eyes waiting for the noise of a gun that would end her life but instead she heard something else.  She heard something clatter to the ground and a hissing noise.  She thought that her vision was getting worse but then she realized that there was smoke surrounding her.  She herd gunfire but none of it hit her.  Her last sense before she lost consciousness was someone picking her up and carrying her away.

            Renamon awoke and saw a roof over her head.  She could tell she was lying in the most comfortable bed that she had ever been in.  She tried to sit up but her body was still too weak to lift her.  She was still able to turn her head and began to look around the room.  It was small and did not have much more than a bed in it.  “Oh so you’re awake are you?” said a voice.

            Renamon turned her head to see a man standing at the entrance to the room “I was not too sure if you were going to make it through the night,” he said.

            He was very tall Renamon could tell that but how tall she could not tell.  He wore a simple short sleeve black shirt with jeans.  Just from his arms Renamon could tell that he had plenty of muscle.  His black hair was rather unkempt and was almost shoulder length hair.  She had to admit he was handsome in his own way but she was still slightly groggy.  “How long…” she began saying weakly.

            “Have you been out?” he interrupted “about 12 hours or so don’t worry you are in good hands.”

            “Who…” she started saying.

            “Who am I?” he said interrupting again “my name is Drake and for now I guess you can consider me a friend.  You’re a renamon right?” he asked.

            She nodded her head slowly.  “You must be hungry,” said Drake “don’t go anywhere and I will be back with something to eat.”

            With that he left Renamon alone in the room staring at the door.  She wondered why this human was being so kind to her when those others had wanted her dead.  She knew humans were hostile to digimon but she did not realize how hostile they were until she arrived in the real world.  However her encounters with humans had been minimal so she could not judge them yet.  After a couple of minuets Drake returned carrying a tray with a bowl of something and a tall glass of milk.  He set the tray down next to the bed “Do you think you are strong enough to sit up?” he asked.

            She began to try to get up but she put too much pressure on her right arm which sent a wave of pain through her causing her to fall back onto the bed.  “You had a hairline fracture in your right arm so I suggest not putting too much pressure on it,” said Drake.

            Renamon gave him a look that said and now you tell me?  “Here let me help,” he said helping her sit up.

            It was then that she noticed her chest, right arm, and left leg had been bandaged.  “Oh ya I did that had to do something to stop the bleeding,” he said “your very lucky if that bullet had hit just a little bit to the left or right on your chest you would not be here right now.”

            “Thank you,” said Renamon.

            “Don’t mention it,” he said back “it’s what I am here for.  Go ahead and try your food it’s not a five star meal but it will do.”

            She nodded and picked up a spoon.  The bowl was filled with what she believed to be tomato soup.  She lowered the spoon into the bowl and tried lifting it to her mouth.  However she was apparently more exhausted than she thought for her hand was shaking as she tried to slurp it up.  “Here let me help,” said Drake.

            He then steadied Renamon’s hand and guided it to her mouth.  She felt better as soon as the warm soup settled in her stomach.  They continued this till she finished the whole soup.  Then just to make sure Drake helped her drink the milk.  “You’re so kind,” she said feeling much better now that she has had something to eat.

            “As I said it’s what I do,” he said back “now get some sleep you need it.”

            She nodded and lay back on the bed quickly falling back asleep.  A while later she woke back up after a particular bad dream.  She tried to get comfortable and fall back asleep but she was not tired so she decided to explore her new residence.  She managed to stand up but her legs were still weak so she had to hug the wall to keep herself up.  As she walked down the hall she saw at least two more doors both of which were currently locked and she figured they were other bedrooms.  Something was bothering her about this house but she could not tell what.

            Renamon soon reached the living room which she found to be small like the rest of the home.  It mainly consisted of only a couch, a large flat box with a black screen, and two smaller boxes underneath the larger one.  She looked beyond this room into the next via an opening next to the large flat box.  From what she saw the next one was painted white with very smooth surfaces.  A table sat in what she could see in the room she figured it was the kitchen.

            However she was more interested in other things.  To the left of the living room was a door that she believed led to the outside but the door on the right drew her.  The door was open slightly and she could hear noises coming from within.  She quietly opened the door and began to look around.  The left wall was lined with a variety of ranged weapons of all shapes and sizes.  The left wall was lined with transparent containers and Renamon could see ammo inside them.  As she walked in further she noticed that there was a cabinet to the left of the door.  As she walked in front of it she saw that it had no covering over the front so its contents were easy to see.  Within the cabinet hung a suit of armor very similar to the ones worn by the humans that had attacked her.

            Renamon began to get slightly frightened and slowly backed away from the cabinet.  However she ran into something as she back up quickly turning around seeing Drake standing there “Curious little fox aren’t you?” he asked with a kind smile on his face.

            “Were you…” began Renamon looking back at the armor.

            “In the army?” Drake said finishing her sentence “yes I was and to answer the question I am sure you are going to ask yes I did hunt down your kind.  Oh and just so you don’t start to worry I am no longer with the military.”

            “Why?” she asked slightly concerned that her savior was once killing her kind.

            Drake moved past her and stood in front of the armor as if trying to remember past events.  “Before this war happened I was a doctor,” he began “when your kind began attacking I vowed to do everything in my power to protect mankind so I joined up.  I quickly moved up the ranks my passion for protecting my fellow troops helped that.  Then I saw something that I did not expect from your kind.  I saw a digimon fight till he could no longer move and even then he was still trying to protect another of his kind.  The last thing I saw in his eyes was a passion that I saw in my own eyes every time I looked in the mirror.”

            He paused for a moment and turned to look back at Renamon.  “Before that day I had only seen digimon as heartless monsters but seeing that one digimon look like I did it completely shattered my world.  My passion for fighting against digimon began to dwindle and I called into question everything that I had been holding true.  I left the military there and then and retreated here and here I stayed for a whole year.  Then I remembered something that I learned when I was a doctor.  You never give up on someone until they give there final breath.  So I decided if digimon were capable of human thoughts and feeling then perhaps they too deserve another chance and so I dedicated my life to helping both humans and digimon.  You are not the first here and I am sure you will not be the last.”

            “That reminds me where are we exactly?” asked Renamon.

            “Oh ya right,” said Drake “We are currently 10 feet underground in sort of a safe house with all the accommodations,” as he said that Renamon realized what was odd about the hallway there had been no windows <well that explains that> she thought to herself. 

            ‘I Spent most of my money getting this place built,” he continued “well since you are awake we might as well check those wounds of yours.  Take a seat on the couch and I will meet back up with you in a bit.”

            Renamon did so and watched as Drake went down the hall.  She could hear him open one of the doors.  This man was very strange to her.  For one he had first dedicated his whole life to wiping out digimon.  Then his views changed and now he wished to protect both human and digimon.  To top it all off he was so kind it was incredibly hard for her to imagine him killing anything.  He came back a few seconds later carrying a case with a red cross on it.  He moved a stool and front of her and said “Put your injured leg up on this if you will.”

            She did so and he began to unwrap the bandage around her leg.  The wound was right near her waist and he accidentally brushed his knuckles on her sensitive area causing her to gasp at the sudden touch.  “Sorry about that,” he said apologetically.

            “It’s okay,” she said.

            He nodded and continued to remove the bandage.  Once he got all of it off and looked at the injury.  “You digimon heal quickly don’t you?” Drake asked.

            Renamon nodded.  “Your wound should be as good as new by tomorrow,” he said “I see no need in wrapping it back up.  Now let’s check the other wounds.”

            He removed the wrapping around her arm.  He had applied the bandage because of the cuts on her arm but it also helped keep the fracture from getting worse.  He felt around where the fracture was which caused Renamon to wince slightly in pain.  It was still tender but like her leg she seemed to be good to go.  The last wrappings to go were the ones over her chest.  She knew that the tuft of fur that usually kept her covered had been shaved off so he could better get at the wound but she was still apprehensive to having someone see her.

            After he managed to get off the last of the bandage he did have to admit that she did have a nice rack but he had more important things to worry about.  The wound was near the center of her chest she was lucky that it had not broke through the sternum.  Like her other injuries it had healed quite well.  “I am impressed at how long it takes for you to heal,” said Drake “it would have taken a human days to achieve the same thing that you got in hours.  Now that your wounds have been exposed again we should get you cleaned up.   C’mon I will show you where the bathroom is.”

            She was still slightly weak mainly because of all the sleeping she had been doing.  He gladly let her use him as a support as he led her back down the hallway past the room that she had been staying in.  They soon reached another door which Drake opened.  The bathroom as expected was small with only a sink, mirror, a toilet, a towel rack with two towels on it, and a shower that could also be used as a tub.  He sat her down on the toilet.  “Here you can use this to clean yourself up,” he said handing Renamon a bottle of shampoo “just pop the top and pour it onto your fur.”

            He then walked over to the shower and turned it on.  “Just use one of the towels and meet me in the living room when you are done.” he said and left the room closing the door behind him.

            Renamon pulled off her gloves and set them down on the sink.  She stepped into the shower letting the warm water relax her.  There were so many thoughts going through her mind.  The one that was the most strange to her was she was still thinking of when he touched her.  As strange as it seemed to her just remembering that brief touch was beginning to turn her on but she wondered if she should pleasure herself to that memory.  After all he was still human.  However she found that she could think better after relieving herself when these kinds of days happened.

            It seemed however that her body had made up her mind for her since she found herself leaning against the back of the shower her hand had already moved between her legs and had begun rubbing the entrance to her passage.  After of few minuets of this she could feel that she was wet enough to begin.  Slipping a finger inside of herself she let out a moan of pleasure.  Her other hand rose up her body to her chest and began to massage her breasts.  Renamon began to touch and feel the exact spots that she knew would give her the most pleasure.  This made her moan even more so.

            She began to move her finger more quickly in and out of her passage using her thumb to rub her clit further increasing the sensations flowing through her.  Her moans were beginning to increase in volume.  What parts of her mind that were not enveloped in the ecstasy of her actions were wondering if Drake was going to hear her.  What seemed to be a short amount of time she reached her peak.  She felt the muscles clench around her finger and felt her juices cover her hand which was quickly washed off by the shower.  As she reached her peak she screamed out a name.  However she soon wished she hadn’t for the named that she had called out was Drake’s.

            During the Renamon’s fun time Drake was sitting on the couch and wondering about her.  She seemed different to the other digimon he had treated.  She seemed to be looking for something but he could tell that even she did not know.  As he thought more about this he began to hear something coming from the bathroom.  He tried to put it out of his mind but it was not easy especially when he heard her say his name.  He turned and looked down the hall <Surely she is not doing that> he thought to himself <well if she is at least she is doing it in the shower.>

            However when he turned back he was not prepared for what he saw next.  Lying on the table directly in front of Drake was a small grey device.  He picked it up and looked it over instantly recognizing it for what it was.  “Well,” he said “this is getting more interesting by the second.”