Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fox of Tao ❯ Understand? ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Author's Note: (Annoying PA Voice) I made the decision to switch views from 3rd person to 1st person, unless there's a fight going on, in which case it's back to 3rd temporarily. That is all.



It's light out...but I can hardly see. The glowing is too intense. I look to the sides...no one is there. I try to run away from the light, but my legs refuse to move. It begins to get hot...very hot. I can almost feel my skin peeling from my bones and- a loud beeping sound. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
reached out with one hand, brang it crashing down on the little clock radio. Of all the buttons I pressed in doing that, Snooze didn't happen to be one of them.
Beep. Beep.
sighed in defeat, finally sitting up and pressing the button properly...by unplugging the radio, and shoving it under my bed. The events from the night before came flooding back to me, as if it were a movie being played in Fast Forward. Everything was so vivid.. but in my mind I knew there were no such things as fridge-raiding fireball monsters or fox guardians. It just didn't make any sense. I flopped back down onto the bed, arm hanging limp over the side.
not possible," I repeated to myself, but the images of the night before lingered with me. It really didn't help his reasoning when the clock radio was pushed back into his hand. I muttered a thank you, placing the device back onto my nightstand...then it hit me. I looked down and under my head, and found a yellow furry face glaring at me.
human device." It was a feminine voice, I realized. She tilted her head a bit. "What are you staring at?" I blinked a few times, and pulled my head back up over the side. I was still in my clothes from the night before, black t-shirt, baggy jeans and toque. Many thoughts raced through my head at that moment, them once again interrupted by the fox...Dynasty, I remembered. "Well, are you going to help me out of here or not?"
took me a while to actually get up off the bed, lifting up the side a bit so she could slide out. She looked as if she were going to say something...most likely a complaint... instead bringing her tail up in front of her, a small Renamon plush in tow. I quickly accepted it, and held it behind my back. "...How you got that is none of my business." She walked past me, and opened the door, walking outside. I remembered that my parents were home! "...Dammit!" I quickly jump over my bed, and towards the door...to see my mom right in front of me.
I told you, never use language like that!" She grabbed my chin, a stern look on her face that may have had to be surgically removed. "EVER!" I nod, apologize, compliment... the same deal for pretty much every time I'm in trouble. The moment she walks away, though, I look towards the window...and see Dynasty smirking at me from outside. I look towards where my mom went, then back at her...and she was gone.
My mother passed me by again, quickly moving down the stairs. She had her purse; which meant one thing.
I'm going out with your father."
I checked the time on the clock that hung off the wall, "10 AM?"
think I'm old enough to choose when I want to go out, thankyouverymuch." She gave me another glare, and walked through the door, fuming like she usually was. I looked up, expecting Dynasty to be leaning against the guardrail on the other side...and I was wrong. She was beside me.
I'm hungry." She jumped off the banister, landing on the bottom stair... she took a few seconds to see if she had broken the stair, then moving off into the kitchen. I followed after her with haste, hoping desperately that she wasn't going to rip the kitchen apart looking. I didn't know if it was a 'thankfully' thing or a 'unfortunately' thing, but she was pulled right up to the dinner table, paws folded. I opened my mouth to say something, but hsook it off and walked towards the breadbox.
you could have made yourself something. There's turkey in the fridge." I pulled out a few pieces of bread, then went into the fridge to get said turkey.
could have. But, one way or another, I am a guest. If you were staying in my home, I would serve you." She tapped two digits on the table impatiently.
didn't really have an answer for this, so I just kept working. I put some of the turkey on a piece of bread, put another piece of bread onto that, put the sandwhich on a plate and handed it to her. She smirked a bit at me and started eating. "Good?"
swallowed, and shrugged. "It will do." She took another bite, looking around slightly. This was as good a time as ever, I thought, and took a seat beside her. She saw, and quickly swallowed.
assigned to protect me, right?" She nodded, and pushed the plate away from her. It seemed she knew I was going to question her at some point down the road. "Why do I need protecting?"
adjusted her large purple gloves slightly as she spoke, not maintaining eye contact with me. "You saw the digimon last night, correct?" I shook my head, making her sigh a bit in annoyance. "That was a mercenary of the Darkitsu clan." Before I could ask, she raised a paw. "The bad guys. That's all you need to know." I nodded, and let her go on. "I don't know why I need to protect you, but apparently it's what I was created to do." She pulls her glove down a bit, showing somewhat of a fox-head tattoo.
how did you know where I lived?" Only seconds after I asked the question, I knew the answer. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the weathered piece of paper. "Alright, forget that question." She smirked, and leaned back. "Created by who?"
one caught her offguard. She blinked a few times, and waved her paw. "Pass."
I stumbled over that word a bit.
don't know everything, Arc." Once again, she shut me up quite well. I got up, and walked back towards the fridge. I felt her paw on my shoulder. "I'm afraid you don't have time for a meal. We have to go." I slowly turned around, and got stopped again by her other paw. "You don't have to walk."
looked up at her quizzically. "Why's--" Suddenly, a bright light flashed, like a camera. Except when the light faded, it was a bit different. This was not my home.


chapter 2.