Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fox of Tao ❯ Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon, as much as I would like to. Hell, if I did, I'd own every episode there is. Locations described in this story are probably based on either places I've been to or I've seen. Furthermorescrew it. I just don't own ANYTHING. Maybe Arc. MAYBE.

teenager sits at his computer, resting his head in one hand. He takes a quick look at the little box in the corner of his screen, telling him the temperature and weather; apparently, it was storming out. He turns around in his chair, looking out the window on the far side of the small living room. He did so just in time to see lightning strike his driveway, coaxing a jump out of him. He looks back to the computer, and growls.

"Connection broken" He bangs his head against the computer desk a few times, his black toque falling off and letting his rather warped blue-tinted hair fall free. He reaches up with one hand, clicking the 'Reconnect' button without looking up. When he didn't hear the expected Internet screeching sound, he looked up to the same message. "Damn it!"
slams his fist against the computer desk. He must have forgotten that it was steel, but the shooting pain reminded him well enough. He grabs his hat and replaces it on his head, deciding that a drink would clear his head. He takes off down the stairs, halfway down sliding down the banister. He was home alone for the moment, and under his rule, sliding down banisters is fine; as long as no one could tell him otherwise, that is.
walks over to the fridge, passing a hall on the way there. He jerks it open and takes a look aroundnothing of interest in there. Healthy stuff. He closes it and moves back towards the stairs, this time heading down the hallway, taking a right and into the garage. The large area that usually held the family car - it was actually a SUV, but that doesn't particularly matter - was empty, leaving quite some room to move around. Spotting the other fridge, he moved over to it, jerking that one open as well. Why all the fridges in the house seemed to be stubborn was beyond his reasoning.
dark look on the teen's face brightened as he looked inside, the bulb flickering, but the contents were visible: Four cases of coke, two tubs of ice cream, and a small note telling him not to eat too much junk. He grabs two cokes, and slams the fridge shut, exiting the garage. He walks by some stairs, that lead down to the basementthere was another flash of light. He dismissed it as lightning, and kept going. Arc hops up to where the stairs beginwhen he hears something crash, and a soft curse.
turns around slowly, and starts back towards the garage, turning down the steps to the basement. "Anyone down there?" He gets no response, so he turns on the light. It flickers a few times, and then shorts out. "Why does all of my stuff have to short out so easy?" He shakes his head, and moves down the stairs. It wasn't that it was dark, lightning struck every few moments, lighting the room well enough. He was a bit nervous about who, or what, could have made such a noise. He waits for a few moments for lightning, and then takes a quick look around before the light fades. He saw the box, and it's spilled contents. But if he hadn't knocked it overwho had?
teen pushed the thoughts from his mind, picking up the box and cleaning the mess up. He nudges the box back over to the wall, and turns back to the stairs in time to see a pair of black, clawed feet vanish from the top of the stairs. Arc stands where he is for several moments, trying to search his mind for any possibility of this being real. Finding nothing, though, he picks up a lead pipe that was nearby him, and headed up the stairs.

"Humans always have good food!" He hears a childish-sounding voice saying, and the soft hum of the larger fridge. Arc twirls the pipe in his hand a bit, moving around the corner to see who it is. He quickly jerks it right back behind the corner, though, a large fireball charring the place where his head just was. The fridge slams shut, and he hears the creature coming towards him. Arc grips the metal pole tensely, waiting for a demonic head to swivel around the corner and deep-fry him.
moment never comes, though, as he hears glass shatter, and a confused sound from his assailant. "Diamond Storm! " A second voice rings out, as well as several small 'thuds'then complete silence. Arc makes no effort to break such a silence, clutching his lead pipe even tighter. Soft footfalls. "Arc?"
teen blinks, and stays exactly where he is. "How do you know my name?" His voice was a bit squeaky, but still rather low. He moves a bit closer to the corner, his vision filled with a yellow furry face. It's fairly smug.

"I've been assigned to protect you." The yellow furred creature moves around the corner, and folds her arms against her chest. Arc suddenly recognizes her as a Renamon, from his several hours of relentless TV watching. How she came into existence was beyond his comprehension. She seems to be studying him, as well, removing the toque from his head with two digits, seeming to smile a bit.
takes him several moments, but the teen eventually notices her other paw closed around something. When the fox notices where his eyes are, she opens it, showing him a rolled up sheet of paper. "It's your information." She explains, unrolling it. She says the usual stuff, like his name, age, birthday, and other things. Then she moves onto the more obscure things about him he stops her when she gets to his more secret things by snatching the paper from her. "Be that way. I have already read it."
takes his toque back as well, pulling it down over his face slightly as to almost cover his eyes. "Erryeah. What do you mean, you were assigned to protect me?" He tries to change the topic swiftly.
fox shakes her head a bit. "I meant exactly what I said." While talking, she adjusts her gloves slightly. "And I'm going to have to stay around here for a while." She leans back on the banister, looking upstairs.
blinks a bit, several rejections suddenly popping up. "My parents will be back in a few hours, where am I going to hide you?" Seeing as that was the most urgent reason, he chose that one.
only gets a smirk and a shrug out of the Renamon. "You're a smart kid, you figure it out. I'll teleport onto the roof if it gets too close. An assassin, though, might be a bit more interesting."
had forgotten about why he would need to be protected, and it shut Arc up quickly. "O-one more thing. What should I call you?'
question was expected by the Digimon, but not all that easy to answer. "Call me whatever you want."

"Well, what's your name?"
fox spins a bit, and starts up the stairs. "Dynasty." She vanishes up the stairs, Arc following close behind her. She walks right into his room, and looks around. She picks a spot under his bed, sliding under rather easily.
slowly moves onto the top of the bed, takes a pillow off of the head of the bed, and holds it underneath. "Here."
pillow is softly taken from his grasp. "Thank you. Now sleep, you need your energy." Arc slips under the covers, and eventually gets to sleepit takes Dynasty quite some time afterward, though. "Tomorrow, we switch."


End chapter one.