Dua's Lemon

[Asesino]

Alrighty, part 2 then.

It starts out simple enough, therefore I can't criticize it. Waking up, having breakfast, going to get supplies and then, of course, the bath. After I read the word "Bath", I knew what was coming.

Hawkmon and Biyomon both decide to take a bath, and as inevitably as the sun rising in the morning, awkwardness follows. Well, for a second anyway, then the porn music starts up. I found Biyomon's initial "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" reaction funny because I assume that's how most women would react. You go into a bathroom without checking if anyone is in there, strip naked, find somebody in there, and then act surprised like they did it on purpose.

The only thing I could criticize after the awkward meeting part is Biyomon's attitude. She goes from shy about being naked (even though she's always naked) to what I like to call an "Aggressive Slut". By that I mean she goes from being embarrassed to completely switching gears and becoming the sexual aggressor who is making the sexual advances. In my ideal relationship, I guess I would want the girl to make the advances on me, but not that quick. I mean, that was just like... bam. I'm surprised Hawkmon even saw it coming. It wouldn't surprise me if they were talking one moment, she was gone the next, and Hawkmon looked around the room confused until noticing she had ninja'd herself onto his dick. Then she passes out. Man, that would have been awkward putting her back into her bed, especially if one of the others woke up. That would have been hard to explain.

Really, the only thing left to talk about in Part 2 is the very last conversation. I have to wonder how that conversation would have gone after that deliberately bad pun.

“Early bird gets the pus-, I mean worm. Haha!”
"Wait, what?"
"I didn't screw anybody."
"I didn't say you d- What was that about screwing someone?"
"Look over there, it's a bear!"
"Huh?"
*gone*

Well, it wasn't as long. I suppose I don't have any reason to not talk about part 3. I'll edit that in when I'm done, which will probably be before anybody reads this anyway. Just pretend I did it at the same time, I seem less lazy that way.

Side note, I really need to segue my paragraphs so they don't start and end abruptly. That really bothers me, yet I keep doing it. Screw you, me!

[Adym]

Thanks for reviewing Part 2!

It was a bit short and a bit predictable, but hey, it's too late now! I kinda liked the way that one turned out, but I couldn't think of an ending so I added the super bad pun.

Thanks Again!

[Adym]

Hey Guys,

Part 12 coming at you! It’s time to set up some primary couplings and plot. Thanks to Asesino for another review! Enjoy!
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Flamedramon sat outside with Jack’s partner Impmon and Zalman’s partner Gomamon. The human’s sat inside, talking and having lunch. The three digimon sat outside talking about nothing in particular, until of course a group of female’s walked by. Flamedramon’s head rotated as they passed. He then spoke up.

“Ok so…” he said, making sure everybody was out of earshot, “Would you do… that Agumon from two tents over?”

“The guy?” Gomamon asked, looking at his friend,

“No, the male lives four tents over, the chick is only two tents,” Flamedramon responded.

“Oh,” Gomamon responded, flipping himself over, “Then, yeah, I would. Impmon?”

“Yeah,” Impmon responded simply.

“What about the Dorumon from that green tent by the south entrance?”

The other two nodded, Impmon adjusting his left glove.

“Well,” Flamedramon said, “What about Adam’s cousin’s partner? What’s-her-face, Sunflowmon?”

Gomamon and Flamedramon burst into laughter, shaking there heads.

“Come on, guys. She’s actually really nice,” Impmon said, defending Sunflowmon.

“Dude,” Gomamon said, “This isn’t a “Who would you sit down and share your feelings with” conversation. This is a “Who would I screw” conversation. Anyways, it’s my turn. What about R-”

His words were cut off by Renamon’s paw clenching down on his throat.

“The next word that comes out of your mouth had better not be my name, or I will rip each of your dicks off and shove it up one of the other two’s ass. Do you understand?” she said, her icy blue eyes drilling into each of them. They nodded and she left. Impmon stood and walked away.

“Okay,” Flamedramon said to Gomamon, “But I know who you were talking about and y-”

A rock the size of a fist hurled out of nowhere and struck Flamedramon in the back of the head, knocking him out, cold. On it was written:

I heard that!

***


Impmon walked through the enormous campsite, looking for nothing in particular. He stopped by a makeshift baseball diamond to watch the humans and digimon run around in circles for a while, but soon grew bored and left. Over the next hour, he was invited to light several grills, join a few barbeques and play a few games. None of these things interested him, except for lighting the fires of course, so he continued onward. Eventually, he spotted a red haired youth walking between tents. He took off in a sprint to catch up to the boy, soon finding himself face to face with the cousin of Adam and Erik.

“Hey, Austin,” he said, panting, “What’s up?”

“Not much,” the boy responded, shifting his pack from one shoulder to the other, “What’s up with you?”

“I was just looking for Sunflowmon,” Impmon said, standing up straight and wiping sweat from his brow, “Do you know where she is?”

“Yeah, she’s back at my tent,” Austin said, “Why don’t you come over? I was just about to head back to the real world for a minute to grab some more stuff. Come on, you can keep her company.”

The boy set off, Impmon following behind him. They were only a few minutes from their destination. Austin lifted the flap and allowed Impmon to enter first.

“Hey Sunflowmon!” he called, “Impmon is here to see you!”

The large plant-like digimon appeared from around the corner, waving to Impmon.

“Are you leaving?” she asked Austin.

“Yeah, I’m just going to head to the human world for a bit, pick up some stuff,”

“Alright then. Hello, Impmon,”

Impmon smiled and adjusted his neckerchief. Austin then said goodbye and left.

“Come in, Impmon,” Sunflowmon said, ushering him into the living area, “Would you like to watch a movie? We just hacked a new TV from an electronics website, and now that Austin is gone, we have a bunch of choices.”

Impmon laughed.

“And why do we only have that selection when your tamer is gone?”

“If Austin knew about these,” Sunflowmon said, “He would never leave the tent.”

Impmon agreed and followed his friend to the section that Austin had separated form the rest of the tent. Impmon’s mouth fell open at the sight. He was staring down sixty five inches of high definition, guiltless splendor.

“How much did it cost?” he asked, reaching out to turn it on.

“The list price was four thousand, but since were in the digital world, all we needed to do was write a little program and download the image.”

Sunflowmon soon returned with three large boxes of discs. She laid them down on the ground and opened them, revealing hundreds of choices.

“Your choice,” she said, settling back in the grass in front of the TV. Impmon looked over the library in front of him.

“Knowing you,” he said, “I should pick a romantic comedy with a happy ending.”

“And knowing you,” she responded, “I should suggest a movie full of explosions and or gore. So how about… Hostel?”

Impmon shivered. He despised the Hostel movies, and was unable to sit through more than one scene a day. He shook his head.

“Nah, how about…” he reached into the first box and pulled a disc. He then walked over to the third box and pulled another. He held up his two choices, “Dawn of the Dead or Love Actually?”

Sunflowmon laughed at the polarity of his choices. She closed all of the boxes

“Both. But, Dawn of the Dead first,” she said, sliding the boxes behind them. Impmon placed the first disc in the player and sat down. After an hour and fifty minutes of gore, they watched two hours of romance. Impmon smiled as the credits rolled.

“That was a good movie,” he said, looking over at Sunflowmon, “I hadn’t seen it before.”

“No?”

“Nope,”

There was a moment of silence as Impmon returned the discs to their cases. Sunflowmon then spoke.

“Hey, Impmon. Did you hear about the gala?”

“What gala?”

***

“Girl’s Choice Gala,” Lekismon reading the flyer that Renamon had handed her.

“Yep,” Renamon said, sitting down on a stool in Adam’s tent, “Who are you going to ask?”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking at the paper again, “Who are you going with?”

“Adam, of course,” she said, spinning in her seat, “He got me these beautiful silk sleeves and a dress to match. I can’t wait.”

“Hmm,” Lekismon thought. She then excused herself and left for her own tent. She walked inside to see her new tamer, Erik, stretched out on the ground asleep. She knelt beside him and gently shook him awake. He eventually came to.

“Oh, hello, Lekismon,” he said with a yawn, “What’s up?”

“I just have a question,” she said, shifting nervously,

“Alright. Shoot.”

“I was wondering…” she hesitated, considering asking him a ridiculous cover question, she then summoned her courage and spoke, “If you would go to the gala with me.”

Erik sat up straight, his face turning redder by the second. His collar seemed to tighten as thoughts raced in through his brain. He liked her, she was awesome, but he had never been to a dance. He was a prodigy film director who got his first gig at age sixteen, he practically skipped high school. The only women he had ever had relationships with were famous people with at least one mental problem. In other words, he had never had a real relationship. His eyes shot back and forward, picking up every image they could find. Suddenly, his mind stopped. A soothing wave washed over his thoughts and he spoke.

“I would love to go with you,” he said. Lekismon looked as though a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders. She lie down next to him, the medallion she wore bouncing slightly on her chest. Erik set himself down next to her. He smiled and gently poked her in the side, causing her to wriggle. He continued to tickle her until she was actively dodging his fingers. She rolled over his arm and up onto him, staring down at her tamer and date. She pinned his arms to the ground to prevent any surprise attacks.

“What now?” she asked, chuckling slightly. Erik then lifted his head off the ground and kissed her. She closed her eyes, enjoying every second of contact. When Erik’s head returned to the floor, she opened her eyes and settled down on his chest, her long ears laying down on her back, “Is that how you disarm everybody who holds you down?”

“Only the amazing ones,” Erik joked, placing his arms around her. He gently rubbed her back, feeling her muscles move as her tails flicked about. She placed her gloved hands at his waist and began to unbutton his white shirt. His jacket and tie had already been removed so he could sleep.

Soon, his shirt was open and Lekismon was resting on his bare chest. She ran her fingers along his various scars inquiring as to where they came from.

“This one?” she said, placing her fingers in the thin line that ran the length of his side.

“I got that one when I was ten. It goes all the way down my leg. I was out shark fishing with my grandfather, when a line came loose. It shot up in the air and the wind caught it. The hook was ten inches long and it hooked me under the arm. It dragged down my side and came free at my ankle. I woke up in the hospital three days later.”

She traced the line from his armpit to his waist. She then pulled the leg of his pants back to reveal the end of the line. She turned towards him with an inquisitive look on her face.

“May I… um… see the rest?” she asked, blushing beneath her fur. Erik smiled and nodded. She unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, displaying the long twisted scar running down his leg. She then sat between his legs, playing her fingers over the line. Erik started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, crawling up onto his chest.

“Nothing,” he said, placing his hands behind his head, “But, you are the only girl to get my pants off this fast,”

“And how many girls have you been with?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Let me put it this way,” Erik said, choosing his words carefully, “I have never loved anybody until now.”

Lekismon set her head down on her tamer’s chest.

“Good answer,” she said, her hand slowly migrating towards his waistband. She hooked two of her fingers into the elastic and pulled. Soon, Erik’s boxers were across the room, “Am I the fastest to do that as well?”

Erik chuckled gently and kissed Lekismon. He moved his arms up unclasped the medallion that she wore. He set the jewelry down in grass beside them and continued to make out. Her tails flitted about randomly, brushing against Erik’s thighs and crotch, slowly causing his member to harden. Eventually she sat back, his cock standing erect against her ass. She lifted herself up, hovering over her tamer.

“Ready?” she asked. He smiled and nodded. She dropped onto him, enjoying the feeling of his nine inches penetrating her. Erik’s hands lifted up to her waist and lifted her. He lifted her up and down over himself until he was going as fast as he could. She lay down on his chest as she reached orgasm, placing her hands on the ground to steady herself. Erik’s body switched actions, beginning to thrust into her. Her tails wrapped around his legs as he pounded into her cunt. Erik’s arms wrapped around her, embracing her as she was impaled. She moaned as a glob of pre-cum lubricated his cock, increasing his speed. Soon, his phallus began to twitch. She pushed herself up and off his dick, then crawled down to face it. She licked his shaft as he reached his climax. He came, his seed covering her face plate and going into her mouth. Erik panted as Lekismon sat back and giggled. He sat up to get a better view of her. She sat on his legs, watching the cum slide down the face of her armor. Her eyes closed with content as she sat, then opened and looked at Erik.

“I’m going to go clean up,” she said, standing up and smiling, “And I will see you tonight at midnight!”

She walked away as Erik retrieved his boxers. He replaced his clothes and went to inquire what he was supposed to do now.

***

“So you got a date to the gala?” Adam asked, sounding surprised. He took a sip of his soda and leaned back. Renamon was leaning against his legs, enjoying a game of Call of Duty with Flamedramon. Erik looked inquisitively at the television.

“Off topic,” he said, “How do you guys get power?”

“Oh,” Adam replied, “All the cords go into the metal poles that hold the tents up. Then they meet in a gigantic power cable behind the camp. This thing is about a foot in diameter and it runs down to a river, where it gets power from a generator. Zalman designed it.”

“Oh,” Erik said, satisfied with the answer, “But what am I supposed to do with this gala thing?”

“Well, who asked you?”

“Lekismon,” Erik said passively. Adam coughed in his drink while Renamon and Flamedramon dropped their controllers. Renamon assisted in Adam’s recovery from soda running into his lungs and through his nose.

“Really?” Flamedramon asked, approaching his friend’s brother, “Nice!”

Flamedramon offered his hand in a high five, which Erik slapped. Adam soon was breathing normally again.

“Well, lets head to the gala tent to get you all set up,” Adam said, taking deep breaths.

They departed for a large white tent in the middle of the camp. Inside it were clusters of male digimon and humans looking uncomfortable while they were being handed clothes. The females were much more comfortable in this situation, forming into packs of six or seven, human and digimon, and roaming the mass selection of clothes that they had to select from. Renamon disappeared among the mass of shelves as Adam led Erik to a small computer, so old looking that it still had an eggshell colored monitor.

“Behold the tuxedo program,” he said, gesturing to the ancient device.

“That thing?” Erik said, feeling like he was being tricked.

“Yeah. You just sit down in front of it and it will scan your body. It will then select the most appropriate tux for your features. Sit.”

Erik sat down and was blinded by a flash of light. Then Adam was helping him up.

“That’s it?” he asked, blinking to restore his eyesight.

“Go back and check your tent. Your clothes should be there.”

“So why don’t the girls have something like that?”

“Brother,” Adam said, “This was invented by guys for guys. Girls like to pick out every little thing they wear. We just want clothes, fast.”

They began to walk towards the exit, joining up with Renamon who was carrying a bag full of clothing. They exited together, but Renamon soon left to see that Lekismon was properly outfitted and the males went back to Adam’s tent. Adam went into the eating area as Erik joined Flamedramon and Hawkmon in the living space. He soon received a wing to the back.

“Hey,” Hawkmon said, smiling. Erik spun around to see that Flamedramon also had the same grin on his face.

“What?”

“You going to the dance?”

“Yeah,”

“Don’t drink the punch,” Flamedramon said, laughing quietly.
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That’s the end of Part 12! Sorry it took me so long to do it, but I was busy all this week! Please review and/or comment!

[Adym]

Hey guys,


This is Part 13. Nothing much left to say besides: Enjoy! Please rate and comment!

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Eleven o’clock arrived and Adam was halfway through preparing for the gala. He ran through the arrangements one more time.

“Okay, Austin and Jack are running the band because they couldn’t get dates. Sunflowmon is taking Impmon, Gatomon is taking Flamedramon and Biyomon is taking Hawkmon. I took them all to get clothes and they’re getting ready now. I got Renamon that dress and put it on her bed. Zalman and Gomamon are running the entrance and…”

His run through was cut off as he saw Renamon saunter into the room. She was wearing a black, silk evening dress and a black version of her normal sleeves. She walked up behind him, looking at him in the mirror.

“You know,” she said, “This tux would look better with pants.”

She wrapped her hands around him, placing a paw on his crotch. He wiggled out of the grip.

“After the gala,” he said, pulling his pants up, “I promise.”

She crossed her arms and pretended to pout while he buckled his belt and straightened his bowtie. She gently tugged on his tie to make sure it was straight.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yeah,”

Renamon took Adam’s arm and yanked him from the tent, into the parade of well dressed tamers and digimon walking towards the center of camp. Renamon practically dragged Adam behind her as she sprinted towards the front of the group. There they met Erik and Lekismon, walking arm in arm. Adam pushed the hair out of his eyes as they came to a halt.

“Hey,” Adam said, out of breath from running, “What’s up?”

Erik simply laughed at his brother and continued walking. Renamon pulled Adam along as she talked with Lekismon. They soon reached the center of camp, which had been roped off and lit. A huge stage had been set up and it was occupied with a band composed of Austin, Jack and several other musicians. The four of them came to a stop by the punch bowl and Adam poured himself a glass.

“Wait, Adam. Don’t-” Erik started, remembering the warning from Flamedramon. He spun around to see the blue dragon digimon and Hawkmon about fifty feet away, laughing at Adam. Erik sighed and decided to forget it. Adam finished his punch and shivered. He then ran up to the stage. He took the microphone and addressed the crowd.

“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen,” he said, “To the first annual Girl’s Choice Gala.”

The crowd applauded.

“Just a few things before we start. First of all, our band is taking requests and I hear that if you want your song moved up, all you need to do is catch the lead singer’s attention in a monetary fashion,” he said, eliciting a laugh from the crowd, “Yeah, not joking. Secondly, in case of emergency, there are weapons in the back for everybody on the emergency defense team. There are also exits for those who aren’t on the team. Now let’s have an awesome time!”

He turned to the lead singer, a Justimon, and spoke.

“I organized this thing so I get the first song,” he said. Justimon nodded and played the song he was told. Adam stepped down off the stage and invited Renamon to dance.

***

It was two hours after the gala started and Impmon had traded his normal red neckerchief for a black bow tie and his red gloves for white ones. He leaned against the punch table as he watched his tamer perform on stage. Soon, his date arrived. Sunflowmon stood in front of him, her petals appearing larger and more vibrant than usual.

“You look great!” Impmon said, pulling at his tie.

“Thanks,” Sunflowmon said. Sunflowmon lifted up the small demon and they began to dance. There dance did not last long at all as all of the lights shut off at once.

***

Renamon and Adam stood together in total darkness. Several tamers pulled emergency flares from their jackets and any digimon capable of producing light did so. Adam saw Erik and Lekismon about a hundred feet from them and the stage was lit by two flares, one from Jack and the other from Austin. Adam pulled out his digivice and opened a link to Zalman.

“Zalman!” he said, “What the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know. All the lights just went out.”

Adam closed the link and looked around, Renamon looping her arm through his. Suddenly, there was a heavy thud in the distance. It was followed by more, the noise getting closer with every repetition. The ground shook for a few minutes; screams were heard in the crowd. Suddenly all movement and noise stopped.

“What happened?” Renamon asked. The stage was then lit from above, but this light was not one of the tamers’. It came from an eerie blue orb above them. The performers looked up at the light. Austin stood up and looked closer.

“Oh, shit!” he yelled, “It’s a Machinedra-!”

The cry was cut off as the stage exploded.

***

Impmon and Sunflowmon could only watch helplessly as their tamers were destroyed by the blast.

“No!” Impmon yelled. Sunflowmon’s mouth fell open and she stood there speechless. Impmon leapt from her arms and sprinted to the stage, against the flow. He dashed between people and digimon as he ran. He arrived at the crater and began lifting rubble. He threw away small chinks of wood and metal until he reached a very familiar hand. The limb stuck out from beneath a huge piece of the stage. Unable to lift it, he strained against the piece of wood. Sunflowmon arrived behind him and attempted to assist him. He shooed her away, determined to save Jack alone. His body enveloped itself in a bright light as he digivolved. Soon a large, leather clad demon stood in place of the small digimon. He easily threw the chunk of stage across the clearing, revealing both Jack and Austin beneath it. Sunflowmon’s body began to change as she digivolved at the sight of her mangled tamer. Her body color changed from green to pink as Sunflowmon changed to Lilamon. She gently lifted Austin from the ground, his blood pouring from his head. Half of his face was gone, his eye socket empty, his nose gone. His left forearm sat four feet away and the stub hung from his shoulder, dislocated. Tears fell from Lilamon’s face as she set her young friend down. She glanced over at Beelzemon, who was touching his forehead to that of his tamer. Jack’s body was severed in two, his organs hung from the gap. Beelzemon looked up. He saw an invading force of dark digimon slowly creep into the area. He looked back down at his tamer, and then looked up again to see a group of small children and their in-training partners being chased by a Devimon. He gently set his dead friend down and stood.

“Where are you going?” Lilamon asked, touching Austin’s stump. Beelzemon didn’t stop at her question. He caught up to the Devimon and grabbed his black throat. He lifted the champion demon from the ground with his left arm. He reached down to his leg with his right arm and pulled his shotgun. He placed it in the Devimon’s face and pulled the trigger. The blast removed the upper part of his head from its seat. Drops of blood showered his face as he ended the demon’s life. Lilamon’s hand rested on his shoulder as she arrived behind him. He turned to reveal that he was crying. Lilamon embraced him as they stood there, the battle beginning to take place around them.
***


The fire from the wreckage illuminated a gigantic Machinedramon behind it. The crowd dashed away from the giant robot, most of the digimon and older humans towards the security area and the rest in any direction. Adam found Erik and Lekismon and pulled them towards the weapon stash in the back. They reached Zalman and a Zudomon, whom used to be Gomamon, who were passing out guns and knives from a shed.

“Where the hell did you guys get guns?” Erik yelled over the din, accepting a machine gun.

“I had Zalman hack them out of a Call of Duty game,” Adam yelled, accepting his own gun and a sword, “To reload them, all you have to do is pull out the clip and put it back in.”

Adam opened fire on a horde of DemiDevimon that approached the crowd. The small, round devils fell as the bullets collided with their bodies. Adam then pulled the clip out and put it back in.

“Like that,” he said. He then took a pistol off the security desk and walked away to rendezvous with Renamon. Erik looked down at his gun and walked towards the battle.

The film director looked around at the incredible acts of violence that spread around him. He had directed the goriest battle sequences, but now he was staring at his brother splattered in real blood. Erik threw himself down in a small crater, Lekismon following behind him. They watched the battle, looking for any way out. An explosion went off to their left, causing them to go temporarily deaf. Erik grabbed his ears and rolled over onto his back, trying to rid himself of the massive headache. As he looked up at the sky, he saw a large dark form stand above him. The form occupied his entire view, terrifying the young adult. Erik grabbed Lekismon’s hand and began to sprint in the opposite direction. He tripped after fifty feet, face planting into the dust. He flipped himself over, pulling Lekismon closer to his body. The giant form was the Machinedramon that destroyed the stage, and it was now towering in front of the pair. The robotic dragon glared down at them for a minute. Then, its right shoulder cannon angled itself forward and down, directly at Erik and Lekismon.

Adam turned to see his brother in front of the Machinedramon. One of the cannons was pointed directly at Erik. The human threw himself over Lekismon, attempting to shield her, as a blast erupted from the cannon. Adam turned his head and waited for the explosion. I never came. He looked back to see that his brother and his partner were alive, but covered in dirt. There appeared to be an unfolded missile in a crater in front of him but nothing else had changed. Adam smiled and turned away, glad that his brother was alright.

***

Erik was staring up, through the dust, into the barrel of the cannon. There was a crater in front of him and in the center was a missile. He stood up and walked towards it. On it, there were words written in a polite cursive. They read:

To Erik Parker and Lekismon. See you soon!

Love,
Virus

Erik touched the missile and it sprung open, knocking him back towards Lekismon. From the inside, a cloud of black particles erupted and swarmed towards Erik and Lekismon.

***

It was dawn of the following morning and the battle was won. Flamedramon and the other fire-wielding digimon were in charge of burning the bodies of the enemies and Hawkmon and Biyomon were in charge of burying the casualties. Adam was helping Zalman put away the weapons, occasionally glancing back at Renamon to make sure she was still there. She would smile at him and he would go back to work. When every weapon was away, he and Zalman walked over to Renamon.

“Hey,” he said, giving her a hug, “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she said, squeezing him tightly, “Did you know that Impmon and Sunflowmon digivolved?”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, looking over her shoulder to Beelzemon and Lilamon, “They changed when they saw Jack and Austin...”

She looked back at Adam, who had a sad look on his face. He had realized that one of his best friends and his cousin were dead. He eventually looked up at her, his eyes watery. She hugged him again, embracing him until she spoke.

“Do you want to go back to the house?” she asked, looking into his eyes, “You promised.”

“We can go in a bit,” he said, placing his hands on her waist, “I just want to make sure that everything is going to work out here.”

He looked up and tilted his head to the side.

“Is that Erik?” he asked, looking towards the field. She turned around and saw two figures standing in the middle of the clearing.

“Yeah,” she said, “And Lekismon. What are they doing?”

“I don’t know,” Adam said, stepping towards them, “I’m going to go check it out.”

He then addressed Zalman.

“Zalman,” he said, “Take Flamedramon, Gatomon, Biyomon, and Hawkmon with you back to your house. Have them help you write a program for a mass evacuation of the area, then write one to re assemble this area.”

The teen nodded and walked away with Gomamon. Adam turned back to Renamon.

“Can you lock up the gun locker? I’ll be right back,”

She nodded and took the key from his pocket. He then jogged out towards his brother.

***

Adam met with Erik and Lekismon in the middle of the field. They both stood rigid and straight, Erik holding a pistol in his right hand. Both of them had bloodshot eyes and a half inch thick, black line running straight down from their left eye. Erik looked up at his brother.

“Run!” he said, his voice shaking.

“What?” Adam replied, chuckling.

“Ru-!” Erik started, his word cut off. His voice then deepened to a low raspand he spoke again, “V-V-V-V-Vi-Virus.”

His head ratcheted to the side with every stutter. His head dropped onto his chest. He then lifted it up, a malicious look in his eye.

“Hello, Adam,” he said, his voice poisonous, “Congrats on killing NeoDevimon. Now I’m taking your brother as my new general. You are more than welcome to shoot me now. But remember, I won’t die and your brother will, so think carefully.”

“What are you talking about?” Adam asked, his voice becoming serious.

“You heard me,” Erik spoke, “Your brother’s body is the new general, so kill him. Kill him like you killed NeoDevimon, like you killed BlackKyukimon, like your bitch killed Rea. Kill him.”

“No…”

“Do it,” Erik said, lifting his arms to his sides, “Do it!”

Adam reacted on instinct. He pulled a gun from his coat, the one that he had taken earlier. He lifted it to eye level.

“Sorry, Erik,” he said, choking back tears. He pulled the trigger. But, the gun was empty. Erik then lifted his gun.

“That’s funny,” he said, “I’m not.”

He pulled the trigger.

***

Renamon finished locking the shed and she looked down at the key. Her ear then twitched as she heard a gunshot from Adam’s direction. She spun on her foot, to see her mate collapse to his knees and his brother pointing a gun at him. Lekismon then walked over and grabbed the collar of his shirt. They began to drag Adam’s body away. She began to sprint towards them, stopping only when a knife planted itself several feet in front of her. She slid to a halt and pulled the blade form the ground. It had a simple message:

Follow us; he dies

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Thanks for reading! Be sure to comment! Look for Part 14 on Wednesday or earlier!

[Adym]

Hey guys,

Part 14. Never thought I would make it this far. I guess the inspiration was knowing that every time I post a new part, the view count will go up about ten to twelve views. That means that I must have at least one person following this story! Huzzah! Thanks, whoever you are! And thanks, everybody else who just sticks there head in every once in a while. So without further ado, I give you, Part 14.

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Renamon stood helplessly in the field as she watched Adam being dragged away by his brother. Once they passed out of sight, she spun around and went for help. She dashed through the camp, looking for Hawkmon or Zalman. Somebody that could help had to be left. She ran to the exit point, grabbing Kotemon from behind.

“Where’s Zalman?” she yelled, shaking the digimon.

“He just left with the others!” Kotemon yelled,

“Send me after him!” she yelled, dropping the armored reptile in his chair, “Now!”

“I can’t send you to his computer without his digivice code,” kotemon said, dusting off his armor, “What’s the matter?”

When he looked at Renamon for a response, she was gone. She had sprinted away, heading in the direction of the security desk. Adam’s rust orange digivice sat on the table near the gun locker. She picked it up and scanned through it. She held one of the buttons as the list of contacts scrolled through. She silently cursed Zalman for having a name that starts with “Z”. She arrived at his code, then phased back to the exit point.

“Here!” she said, throwing the digivice at Kotemon. Kotemon leapt into the air, unaware of her presence. He lifted the digivice from the desk, and set it down next to his computer.

“Alright,” he said, shaking back his sleeves to reveal small, scaly claws, “Now I can get you through. Go stand over there please.”

He began to tap commands into a keyboard as Renamon stood where she was told

***

Erik sat in the fortress where his gut instinct had told him to go. His brother was tied to a chair, several feet away, unconscious as a medic made sure he wouldn’t die from his gunshot wound. He sat up straight as several Drimogemon walked in.

“Master Erik,” they said, lowering their gaze, “We were informed that we should tell you that we have reached the hard lines to the human world. Virus told us that you would want them cut.”

Erik thought of the effects that his would cause and smiled at the thought.

“Will it effect communication between digivices in this world?” he asked, scratching his chin.

“No sir,” the lead Drimogemon said, “It will cut off all transportation and communication in or out of this world.”

Erik’s head twisted to the side, then returned to its original position.

“Cut them,”

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“Alright,” Kotemon said, cracking his knuckles, “Ready?”

He looked at Renamon, who nodded. He spun his hand around and hit the enter button. Renamon took a breath in as she prepared to be teleported. Nothing happened. Kotemon hit the button again, having the same effect. Suddenly, his screen flashed to blue, revealing the words: Error 404.

“Shit,” he said, “I’m cut off.”

“What?” Renamon asked, running to the monitor. She pushed Kotemon out of his chair and looked at the screen. She stared blankly at it, knowing that it was her last hope for help. Adam’s digivice then beeped, she picked it up and looked at it forlornly. A message popped up. It read:

You have ten minutes to make it to somewhere private

She stood up, obeying the message as she had no reason not to. She walked slowly out of the camp and into the woods. She ran into Beelzemon and Lilamon on her way out.

“Where are you going?” Lilamon asked. Renamon didn’t answer, walking straight ahead. They followed her until the digivice beeped again. She sat down on the ground and pressed the button. A hologram rose from the screen, spanning twenty three inches from corner to corner. She set the device on the ground, recognizing this as a video chat. The screen was filled with the face of Erik. But this was not the Erik she had known before. He had a black line running down from his left eye. His skin had paled to a dull gray, and his skin had begun to become cracked and flaky. He spoke in what sounded like his normal voice, but with an added rasp.

“Ah,” he said, smiling wickedly, “You decided to increase my audience size!”

He was obviously excited about something. His head twitched to the side twice before he spoke again.

“Now,” he said, “Here are the rules. They only apply to Renamon, not you two. Nod if you understand.”

The two other digimon nodded. Erik’s head twitched and he continued.

“Renamon. You are not allowed to turn away. If you look away, Adam dies. If you close your eyes for more then a blink, Adam dies. If you close this chat, Adam dies. If you do anything besides watch this video, Adam dies. Do you understand?”

Renamon nodded, dreading what she was going to be forced to watch.

“Did you know that Adam always has two knives on his person?” Erik asked. Renamon nodded.

“And you know that I threw one back at you earlier with a note, right?”

Renamon nodded.

“This is the other knife,” he said, holding up a blade, “And Adam’s going to wish he had decided to only carry one blade.”

He then moved away from the screen, revealing Adam chained to a chair, unconscious. His shirt was bloody and had a hole in it from the gunshot. Erik reappeared next to him.

“Tada,” he said, laughing as a tear fell from Renamon’s eye, “Adam, could you wake up for me? Adam?”

Adam did not stir, so Erik smiled at the camera and delivered a punch directly to Adam’s left temple, knocking him awake. He gasped and shuddered, his eyes red and bloodshot.

“That’s better,” Erik said, “So Adam; you will never guess who is on video chat right now.”

Adam looked forward at the hologram emerging from his brother’s digivice. It showed Renamon, the fur around her eyes damp from tears.

“That’s right!” Erik said, standing up, “It’s your mate. And knowing you, she probably has never seen you cry. Because you’re that awesome, calm, cool, collected guy that always has the right thing to say. Well, were about to change that.”

Erik reached down and placed his right hand on Adam’s left.

“Adam,” he said, his voice condescending, as though speaking to a child, “Would you like to say a few words to her?”

Adam lifted his head and stared directly into the screen and managed to gurgle out a few words.

“R-Renamon…” he said, “Don’t do what he says.”

She began to cry openly, still not looking away from the screen. Erik shoved Adam’s head back down.

“Now let’s see if we can get those tear ducts out of hibernation,” he said, spreading the fingers of Adam’s left hand apart. Erik twirled the dagger in his hand, the brought the pommel down on the tip of Adam’s left pinky like a hammer. The small bone shattered, the fingernail spitting and falling off. Adam’s eyes screwed themselves shut, his jaw clenched, but his eyes remained dry. Erik’s head twitched to the side in frustration.

“So,” he said, smiling, “You think you’re tough? How about now!?”

At the last statement, he brought the dagger down again, this time on the middle section of the small finger. A grisly crunching noise echoed through the room and across the comm. link. Renamon gasped and closed her eyes. She snapped them back open, not wanting the death of her lover. Adam’s head twitched to the side, his face twisted in a painful grimace. But still, he did not show weakness.

“Your going to die here, Adam,” Erik said, “You think your precious Renamon can watch you get tortured?”

“She’s stronger then you think, bastard,” Adam replied weakly. Erik smashed the last section of his finger, crushing the bone to shards with the strength that the Virus gave him. Adam smiled.

“You’re going to have to do better then that,” he said. Erik’s head twitched five times to the side, his mouth twisted into a snarl. Suddenly, his face calmed and he spoke again, in the same condescending tone as earlier.

“Hey Adam,” he said, smiling, “Remember when Mom taught us to count to ten on our fingers?”

Adam’s face turned to stone; his smile disappeared as he realized Erik’s intention. He looked straight at his mate, his eyes full of terror. He nodded.

“Well,” Erik said, twirling the knife in his hand, “You’re going to have to teach your kids to count to nine.”

Erik brought the point of the knife down on the base of Adam’s left pinky. The blade went straight through the flesh, going through the joint and into the arm of the chair. Blood poured from the opening. Adam screamed in pain, the guttural sound emerging from his throat akin to the cry of a trapped beast. Erik then delivered a kick to the left side of his face, breaking his nose and silencing him.

Adam slowly moved the remaining fingers on his left hand in sequence. Thumb. Index. Middle. Ring. When he came to his pinky, he willed his finger to move, but nothing happened. He could see the still digit on the other side of the knife.

Adam stared directly at Renamon, her eyes full of pain from watching his torture. Tears began to stream from both of his eyes, falling to his bloody shirt and into his lap. Adam cried for the first time in years, each drop that slipped from his eye pulled a piece of his pride with it. His head dropped to his chest. Erik stepped back into view.

“Come collect him,” he said, smiling, “There will be no combat. No battle. No ambush. I just want to watch him limp away like a dog with its tail between its legs. I want to see him find the will to continue, even when I have taken everything away. I want to see him, unable to look you in the eye out of shame. You are about an hour’s walk away. Come alone.”

The connection ceased. A map appeared on the screen of Adam’s digivice with directions to the place where he was being held. Renamon stood up slowly, tears falling into her yellow fur. She clenched her paws into fists and gritted her teeth. A hand fell onto her shoulder; she turned to see that the flesh was dark grey. Beelzemon spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he said. She did not reply. Instead, she shook his hand off and stooped to pick up the digivice. She stood and looked at the map, then set off, leaving Beelzemon and Lilamon behind.

***

An hour later, Renamon stood outside the doors of Erik’s fortress. The door opened to reveal Adam unconscious on the ground. She ran forward and crouched by his body. She ran her hand down his face, feeling that he was still alive. A laugh emerged from behind a statue. She looked up to see Adam’s demonic sibling reveal himself.

“I just wanted to show you my new necklace,” he said, tapping the string around his neck. She looked closer to see that the amulet was the bones from Adam’s missing finger, masterfully rejoined with small metal pieces. She scowled at him as he disappeared into the darkness. She lifted Adam up and carried him out the door, which closed behind her. She had gone half a mile before Adam woke up. His eyes flickered open and his head snapped from side to side, absorbing his environment. His right hand shot up to his shoulder, taking hold of Renamon’s paw. He stopped panicking when he felt her soft fur and her claws. His body relaxed and he attempted to support himself as best he could, but he failed. Renamon easily supported his entire weight, practically dragging him along. His eyes remained straight at the ground for the remainder of the walk.

***

They reached the small clearing where Renamon had watched Adam’s torture. She set him down and he leaned against a tree, staring through everything in front of him, seeing nothing. She sat down next to him and placed her arm around him. He didn’t respond to her touch. She placed her paw on his chin and gently turned his head towards her. She looked into his eyes, tears coming to her eyes at the sight. The glint had disappeared. His look was no longer that of the joyous, easygoing teen she had fallen in love with. It was replaced by a dead stare. She released his head, which turned back straight, and embraced him. She didn’t let go until she fell asleep, fearing that if she released her grip, his body would fade like his eyes.

***

It was late at night and Renamon lay asleep next to Adam, who had not moved but had fallen unconscious. Her ears twitched as she heard a soft rustle in the trees behind her, waking her up. She yawned and stretched. She quietly stood up and looked around. She and Adam were the only ones in the clearing. She walked to the other side of the tree Adam was sleeping against and leaned against it. She sighed as she thought about what had happened earlier. Her thoughts were cut short as a giant hand gripped her head, lifting her into the air. She couldn’t breathe but she could see through a gap in the claw that held her, that a Ghoulmon was holding her up. She was slammed into the tree, shaking leaves from its branches. The Ghoulmon’s other hand was gripping its crotch, coaxing a large black phallus to emerge. She screamed as she saw the intent of rape in its eye. She was silenced as she was slammed into the tree, again. She closed her eyes and prepared for the worst. She was held for a minute, and then it came. The next sensation she felt was not the feeling of penetration, but a splash of warm liquid over her body. She was released and fell to the ground. She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to be covered in the seed of her attacker. But instead, the liquid covering her was blood. She looked up at the assailant, to see that it was attempting to get something off its back. Her eyes adjusted to reveal that the object on its back was Adam, his eyes alive once more and full of rage. His right hand held onto the digimon, his left was at work. He tore away chunks of the Ghoulmon’s main eye. The fingernails of his four remaining digits ripped through the cornea and into the main eye. The Ghoulmon was blind. Minutes later, it died from massive trauma and bleeding. Its body collapsed, Adam leaping down from it.

The teen walked over to Renamon and toppled over next to her. He then adjusted himself to face her and spoke.

“Hey,” he said, “Are you okay?”

She leapt on top of him and kissed him passionately. His hands rubbed her lower back as her tongue danced with his own. After a minute she broke it and looked into his eyes.

“I’m so glad your okay,” she said, staring at him, loving the spark that had returned to his eye.

“My brother was wrong,” he said, looking up at her, “I don’t have nothing left. I have you. And as long as I’m alive, nothing is going to hurt you.”

She set her head down on his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat as she fell asleep in his arms.

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Wow. Writing that torture scene was interesting. It was a fun write and it required a bit of creativity. What did you think of it and the rest of my lemon so far? Please review!

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Hey guys,

Here comes Part 15. I put up a request for a bit of art work having to do with the lemon. If interested, check out the Artist’s Parlor request section. So everybody enjoy Part 15!

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Adam awoke the next morning, alone. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and stood. His chest shuddered as the bullet hole in it seared in pain. Adam pulled his shirt apart, the mangled cloth giving way easily, to see that his wound had been healed by an outside source. Adam then remembered all of his brother’s movies. The films always had the victim in perfect health before torture. Adam smiled at the thought that his brother might still be inside that, but he then dismissed it as a passive hope. He locked his fingers together and popped his knuckles, feeling an empty feeling inside when he heard only nine snaps. He sat back down by the tree and appreciated the silence of nature. He heard the flow of water somewhere in the distance and realized that he hadn’t a drink for over a day. He stood and walked in the direction of the sound. He soon saw a creek through the trees and altered his direction. He stepped out onto the bank of the water, taking note that he was not the only one there. He saw the back of his mate, as she stood in the water, bathing. He found himself a tree to lean against, still weak from blood loss, and watched. He stood there for fifteen minutes, until he felt a bit like a stalker. He placed two fingers of his right hand in his mouth and blew, the whistle alerting Renamon.

“What?” she said out loud, spinning around. She looked at Adam, “Oh, it’s you.”

“You sound a bit disappointed when you say that,” Adam joked, stepping away from the tree, “Do I have competition?”

Renamon waded over to the shore as Adam crouched at the edge of the water, noticing a two foot drop off into the water.

“Hardly,” she said, looking up at him, “Care to join me?”

“I don’t know,” Adam said, scratching his chin, “How’s the water?”

Renamon reached up and pulled the human in the water. He hit the surface with a splash, then surfaced and floated away in the current. She laughed as he tumbled about twenty feet down the stream. He stood up and began to wade back towards her.

“The water feels like that,” she said, choking back laughter. He shook the hair out of his face and worked against the current.

“Well, that answers my question,” he said, closing the gap to a few feet. He leapt the last few feet and tackled Renamon into the water, the two of them drifting down the stream. Adam placed his feet on the bottom, allowing them to stand. Renamon grabbed Adam’s left hand as he helped her regain her balance. She did not release his appendage when she got up, instead she observed.

“Hey,” she said, looking from their hands to his face, “I fit!”

Adam looked down. Now that he had only four fingers, her three digits fit perfectly into his hand. He smiled.

“Looks like it,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her, never letting go of her paw. She broke off and looked into his eyes.

“You promised,” she said, smiling. Adam laughed.

“I suppose I did,” he said. She released his hand and undid his belt. His pants dropped to the bed of the river. She ducked beneath the surface and grabbed the cloth. She surfaced and tossed them onto the shore. She repeated the process on his underwear, leaving him nude in the river.

“What happened to your dress?” he asked, placing his hands on her waist.

“I left it and my sleeves on a bush where we fell asleep,” she replied.

Adam kissed her on the forehead then slowly migrated down to her neck. Her head tilted and she moaned as he gently groped her ass. His other four digits began to brush against her thighs. Her soggy tail lifted and wrapped around both of their bodies, causing Adam to shiver. She giggled as she felt the head of his dick nudge against her belly. Renamon wriggled one of her paws into his crotch and began to stroke the cylinder of flesh. It slowly grew harder in her grip, lengthening to its full extent. When his phallus stood straight up, she pressed her body against his, sandwiching the organ.

“Oh, god,” Adam said as Renamon slid her body down, her wet fur brushing against him. She settled on her knees, Adam’s cock resting between her breasts. Usually hidden by the tuft of fur on her chest, Adam could now see the breasts of his lover. She gently pressed them together, squeezing a drop of pre from Adam. She extended her knees, the length of her lover’s penis sliding between her tits. She closed her joints again, returning in the opposite direction. Rested her chin against her chest and placed his head in her mouth. She continued to stroke and blow him for a time, Adam eventually thrusting into her strokes. He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. She gave up on using her breasts and opened her mouth, allowing Adam to thrust into her mouth. As he picked up speed, she closed her mouth around him, letting saliva accumulate in her mouth. He began to slow down out of fatigue, but Renamon wasn’t down with her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his legs, grabbing hold of his buttocks. She pulled him forward, shoving his meat down into her mouth. She slowly continued to push him in until her lips touched his crotch. She held him there for as long as he could, enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing in her throat. When she could not hold her breath any longer, she slid back. Adam’s manhood was covered in a coat of saliva, dripping slightly. Renamon placed a paw around it and stood up, stroking it as she did.

Adam wrapped an arm around her and lifted her up. He placed a hand on her ass and supported her above his dick.

“Ready?” he asked. Renamon nodded and Adam began. He slowly pushed into her, enjoying every centimeter of her tunnel. After making it halfway in, Adam pulled out until his head was barely inside. He re-entered, a bit faster this time, he repeated this until he was moving at a steady rate. After a minute, Renamon stopped him.

“Wait,” she panted. She placed her left foot in the river bed to steady herself. She then swung her right leg up and placed it on his shoulder. Once she had stopped moving, Adam supported her torso with his left hand and gripped her left thigh with his other hand. Adam guided his head to her lips, applying slight pressure on her clit. She moaned as his shaft ran along her pussy. He pulled back once more and placed the tip of his phallus at the entrance to her moist hole. He gently pushed in, the angle of her legs making her all the tighter. Adam grunted as his shaft disappeared inside his mate, causing her to moan loudly. Adam was soon all the way inside of her, panting in his effort to hold back his orgasm. Renamon was making no such effort as she came from his tool’s presence. Adam pulled back out and pushed again. He continued to pick up speed in this action until he was sweating with fatigue. His body ignored the instinct to stop, favoring instead the feeling of Renamon’s walls clenching down on him. Renamon practically screamed as she reached orgasm again. From that point forward, she was unable to cease vocalizing her pleasure. Her constant moaning drove Adam nearly insane as he tried to hold back his ejaculation. Minutes later, Adam felt the swelling sensation of orgasm approaching. He began to pull out.

“No!” Renamon said, “Cum in me!”

Adam obeyed. Semen flew into Renamon as Adam continued to thrust, increasing the pleasure he felt. He slowed to a gentle hump as he finished. His cock began to deflate as he pulled of her. They supported each other as they made their way to the shore. Adam picked up his pants and carried them with him as they walked.

They arrived at the bank where they had originally got in. Adam threw his clothes down in the grass next to Renamon’s dress. He turned around to see Renamon once again wading in the river. He slid into the water with her, walking towards her. He approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on her belly. Adam’s right hand ventured lower to her crotch, discovering his own seed dripping from her. He scooped a dollop out of her, eliciting a shiver from his mate. He held his arm up in front of the two of them. She grabbed his wrist and placed his cum-covered fingers in her mouth. Once they were clean, she turned.

“Tasty,” she said, placing her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing gently.

“So how was it?” Adam asked, chuckling. Renamon laughed. She looked up at him and answered.

“Honestly,” she said, placing her head back on his chest, “It was amazing.”

Adam smiled. They stood there for a quarter of an hour then climbed up onto the shore and lay down in the grass to dry.

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Renamon awoke two hours later, her fur rather puffy but dry. She smoothed down her coat before shaking Adam awake. He shifted away from her nudging.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, re adjusting himself.

“You sure you want to wait for this?” Renamon whispered in his ear, giving him a peck on the cheek. The human rolled over to look at Renamon.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing his eyes. He slowly got up and walked towards his clothes. Once he had his pants, which were now dry, on, he spoke.

“How far are we from camp?” he asked, tossing Renamon her sleeves.

“About two miles,” she replied, slipping the cloth over her bare arms, “We should get going. I’m hungry.”

Adam laughed and agreed. They set out in the direction that Renamon deemed was the proper one.

***

They soon arrived at the camp, which was mostly restored to its former glory. Adam admired the work of the coders who had done it. Only the best could get rid of that much digital destruction over night. A new addition to the camp was the most troubling; a cemetery. In it were seven graves, including those of Austin and Jack. Adam wanted to stop for a moment but Renamon insisted that they tell everybody he was okay before he paid his respects. They walked to their tent, exactly where it was before the battle. They stepped inside to see Beelzemon and Lilamon sitting on the ground watching a movie. When they heard the flap close, they leapt to their feet, spinning to see the owners of the tent.

“Adam!” Beelzemon said, “You’re okay!”

Beelzemon walked over to shake Adam’s hand, his head brushing the top of the tent as he did. Beelzemon stuck out his left hand. Adam looked down at it. He then swallowed once and met it with his own left appendage. Beelzemon saw his missing digit but continued the handshake.

“Adam,” he said, gesturing at the lack of flesh, “That will make you stronger. Two days ago, I was two and a half feet tall. Then, I went through a physical change. Now I can bench four fifty. That change is going to make you stronger.”

Adam looked down at his hand, his friend’s words reassuring. Renamon took his hand and held it, smiling. They joined Beelzemon and Lilamon in watching their movie.

***

Erik sat in his fortress, talking to Lekismon about how dull the whole thing was. He was interrupted by a Devimon.

“Excuse me, Master Erik,” he said, kneeling before the Tamer and his digimon, “But we have a problem.”

“And what would that be?” Erik asked, his voice rasping but collected.

“Your brother has maintained his will to live, sir,” Devimon said, “But we have a solution.”

“And what is that?” Erik said, uninterested in his brother,

“The other two Tamer Generals for the Virus have arrived,”

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New Bad Guys! So that’s the end of Part 15. Please tell me what you thought of it by posting a comment in this thread! Thanks for Reading!