Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited: A Tale of Rika and Renamon ❯ Chapter 6
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By: shanejayell 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 899 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.04.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 899 | Status: Completed
Reunited: A tale of Rika and Renamon Part Five
"You've doing WHAT?" Takato finally blurted out, the brown haired young man gazing at her in honest surprise.
"We're getting married," Rika repeated for about the tenth time that day, her long red braid swinging against her back.
“Yes,” Renamon gave him a look, “do you have a problem with that?”
“No, no,” Takato quickly stammered, “I was just startled a bit.”
“Good,” Renamon relaxed a bit, sensing his honesty.
“What’s married?” Growlmon asked them innocently. The orange dinosaur digimon brightened, “Is it good to eat?”
“Uhh,” Takato blinked, then looked over at Rika desperately.
“You get to explain that, goggle brain,” Rika told Takato with a laugh. Growlmon had never seemed to evolve in smarts, remaining very child like, though if forced Rika would admit the Digimon had a innocent charm..
“Well, thank you for the invitation,” Takato smiled. He paused then just had to point out, “I didn’t really think you liked me very much.”
“I don’t,” Rika admitted, “but Renamon does.”
“Gee, thanks,” Takato laughed.
“So where to next?” Renamon asked as they left the little bakery he ran with his parents a few moments later.
“There’s Henry, Jeri, Daisy and Reily to give personal invitations to, and I also need to decide to invite that creep Yamaki,” Rika frowned.
“I though you forgave him?” Renamon looked curious.
“Maybe, but not that much,” Rika growled out, the two stalking off into the streets of Tokyo together.
Later that day the preperations were still going on strong in the home Rika and Renamon shared with her Mother and Grandmother, the four of them clustered around a table as they sorted piles of invitations and envelopes. “So who else are we inviting?” her mother Rumiko Nonaka asked her eagerly.
"Well, we have to invite my agent," Rika noted.
"That nice Mr Lee," her Grandmother Seiko smiled, thinking of the polite chinese man they had met several years ago.
"Don't forget Nenene," Renamon added. She smiled in memory as she added, "She took my existance very calmly."
"She told me once her life is odd enough for three people," Rika laughed.
“Do we invite the Paper Sisters as well?” Renamon asked.
“Where Nenene goes, they go,” Rika noted, “especially the tall one.”
Seito looked curious, the older woman smiling impishly. “Do you think that they’re...?” she trailed off suggestively.
“Mother,” Rumiko scolded.
“I haven’t really asked,” Rika chuckled to herself as they worked, sorting papers and filling envelopes.
Renamon, with her almost paw like hands, would have been expected to have trouble, but she managed with ease and grace. “Yes?” she asked as Rika looked at her.
“Would it be easier if I used a card swipe to put you in human form?” Rika offered as Renamon delicately used a claw tip to open a envelope. At her side was her Digivice, her Digimon cards in a pouch ready to be drawn and used, just in case.
“Actually I rather like this,” Renamon chuckled as she then used a brush and ink to delicately write on one of the invitations.
“It’s incredible how well you do that,” Rumiko noted with admiration, her own handwriting barely standard..
Renamon smiled shyly as she explained, “I suspect it’s something that carries over from my Taomon form.”
“Who knew a wedding was so much work?” Rika asked, smiling wryly. “We should have just eloped.”
“What’s elope?” Renamon blinked.
“Don’t you dare!" both Rumiko and Seito said at once.
Rika laughed at her mom, “Take it easy.” She looked over to Renamon, “When a couple elopes they skip the whole wedding and go away, sometimes visiting a judge or a small church to be married.”
“It does sound simpler.” Renamon teased.
“But we’ve already sent out the invitations,” Seito pointed out. A smile curled up her lips as she remembered one of Renamon’s weaknesses, “And I promise we’ll have ice cream at the wedding banquet afterwards.
“Chocolate?” Renamon asked eagerly as Rika broke into a fit of giggles.
Later that evening Rika and Renamon stood out on the walkway circling the garden in her Grandmother’s home. “Thank you for agreeing to the wedding,” Rika murmured, relaxing in the taller Digimon’s arms.
“I know that it;’s important to you,” Renamon answered as she held Rika gently in the circle of her arms, “that’s all I need to know.”
Rika moved to kiss her, letting her lips brush Renamon’s, looking up tenderly at that fox like face. “Everyday I’m reminded how lucky I am that you stuck with me, even when I was in my bratty phase,” she murmured.
“I loved you then, too,” Renamon explained simply, “it made it easy.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Rika laughed, “putting up with me was not easy.” Her hands stroked Renamon’s fur as they cuddled, running through the orange and white coat that covered her graceful form.
“No, Rika,” Renamon’s voice was soft, “it was easy because beneath the pride and anger I could see the caring and tenderness inside.”
“I treated you badly at first,” Rika sighed, “I’m sorry.”
Renamon smiled, “You didn’t know any better, you just thought it was a game.”
“You have such a capacity to forgive... it shames me some times,” Rika sighed.
“Don’t ever be ashamed of your fierce heart, Rika,” Renamon scolded gently, “it’s that passion that gives me strength, too.”
They kissed again, lingeringly. “I would never have believed that you would be the one to unlock my softer side, “you even helped my mother and I.”
“She loves you,” Renamon said simply, “almost as much as I.”
“And I, you,” Rika agreed.
Renamon reluctantly pulled back, “We’d better get back inside before they add anything else to the wedding plans.”
“We could always elope,” Rika said dryly.
“No,” Renamon surprised her, “I want us to be merried in front of our friends so that they can all see how lucky I am to have you.”
Rika looked up at her, blinking away sudden tears. Before Renamon could react Rika kissed her a third time, much more lingeringly. “Just for that,” she purred, “you’re getting extra ice cream after dinner.”
“Are you two done?” Rumiko looked amused, “You still haven’t picked out decorations for the hall yet.”
“Coming,” Rika laughed as she and Renamon went back inside, holding hands.
The End
Notes: Took long enough to finish this, huh? :D You can blame fellow fanfic author Strife for kicking me up to working on this again, as well as a suggestion on how to tackle ending this fic. Yes, that’s a ROD the TV cameo, but I’m not planning a crossover any time soon. Lol
"You've doing WHAT?" Takato finally blurted out, the brown haired young man gazing at her in honest surprise.
"We're getting married," Rika repeated for about the tenth time that day, her long red braid swinging against her back.
“Yes,” Renamon gave him a look, “do you have a problem with that?”
“No, no,” Takato quickly stammered, “I was just startled a bit.”
“Good,” Renamon relaxed a bit, sensing his honesty.
“What’s married?” Growlmon asked them innocently. The orange dinosaur digimon brightened, “Is it good to eat?”
“Uhh,” Takato blinked, then looked over at Rika desperately.
“You get to explain that, goggle brain,” Rika told Takato with a laugh. Growlmon had never seemed to evolve in smarts, remaining very child like, though if forced Rika would admit the Digimon had a innocent charm..
“Well, thank you for the invitation,” Takato smiled. He paused then just had to point out, “I didn’t really think you liked me very much.”
“I don’t,” Rika admitted, “but Renamon does.”
“Gee, thanks,” Takato laughed.
“So where to next?” Renamon asked as they left the little bakery he ran with his parents a few moments later.
“There’s Henry, Jeri, Daisy and Reily to give personal invitations to, and I also need to decide to invite that creep Yamaki,” Rika frowned.
“I though you forgave him?” Renamon looked curious.
“Maybe, but not that much,” Rika growled out, the two stalking off into the streets of Tokyo together.
Later that day the preperations were still going on strong in the home Rika and Renamon shared with her Mother and Grandmother, the four of them clustered around a table as they sorted piles of invitations and envelopes. “So who else are we inviting?” her mother Rumiko Nonaka asked her eagerly.
"Well, we have to invite my agent," Rika noted.
"That nice Mr Lee," her Grandmother Seiko smiled, thinking of the polite chinese man they had met several years ago.
"Don't forget Nenene," Renamon added. She smiled in memory as she added, "She took my existance very calmly."
"She told me once her life is odd enough for three people," Rika laughed.
“Do we invite the Paper Sisters as well?” Renamon asked.
“Where Nenene goes, they go,” Rika noted, “especially the tall one.”
Seito looked curious, the older woman smiling impishly. “Do you think that they’re...?” she trailed off suggestively.
“Mother,” Rumiko scolded.
“I haven’t really asked,” Rika chuckled to herself as they worked, sorting papers and filling envelopes.
Renamon, with her almost paw like hands, would have been expected to have trouble, but she managed with ease and grace. “Yes?” she asked as Rika looked at her.
“Would it be easier if I used a card swipe to put you in human form?” Rika offered as Renamon delicately used a claw tip to open a envelope. At her side was her Digivice, her Digimon cards in a pouch ready to be drawn and used, just in case.
“Actually I rather like this,” Renamon chuckled as she then used a brush and ink to delicately write on one of the invitations.
“It’s incredible how well you do that,” Rumiko noted with admiration, her own handwriting barely standard..
Renamon smiled shyly as she explained, “I suspect it’s something that carries over from my Taomon form.”
“Who knew a wedding was so much work?” Rika asked, smiling wryly. “We should have just eloped.”
“What’s elope?” Renamon blinked.
“Don’t you dare!" both Rumiko and Seito said at once.
Rika laughed at her mom, “Take it easy.” She looked over to Renamon, “When a couple elopes they skip the whole wedding and go away, sometimes visiting a judge or a small church to be married.”
“It does sound simpler.” Renamon teased.
“But we’ve already sent out the invitations,” Seito pointed out. A smile curled up her lips as she remembered one of Renamon’s weaknesses, “And I promise we’ll have ice cream at the wedding banquet afterwards.
“Chocolate?” Renamon asked eagerly as Rika broke into a fit of giggles.
Later that evening Rika and Renamon stood out on the walkway circling the garden in her Grandmother’s home. “Thank you for agreeing to the wedding,” Rika murmured, relaxing in the taller Digimon’s arms.
“I know that it;’s important to you,” Renamon answered as she held Rika gently in the circle of her arms, “that’s all I need to know.”
Rika moved to kiss her, letting her lips brush Renamon’s, looking up tenderly at that fox like face. “Everyday I’m reminded how lucky I am that you stuck with me, even when I was in my bratty phase,” she murmured.
“I loved you then, too,” Renamon explained simply, “it made it easy.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Rika laughed, “putting up with me was not easy.” Her hands stroked Renamon’s fur as they cuddled, running through the orange and white coat that covered her graceful form.
“No, Rika,” Renamon’s voice was soft, “it was easy because beneath the pride and anger I could see the caring and tenderness inside.”
“I treated you badly at first,” Rika sighed, “I’m sorry.”
Renamon smiled, “You didn’t know any better, you just thought it was a game.”
“You have such a capacity to forgive... it shames me some times,” Rika sighed.
“Don’t ever be ashamed of your fierce heart, Rika,” Renamon scolded gently, “it’s that passion that gives me strength, too.”
They kissed again, lingeringly. “I would never have believed that you would be the one to unlock my softer side, “you even helped my mother and I.”
“She loves you,” Renamon said simply, “almost as much as I.”
“And I, you,” Rika agreed.
Renamon reluctantly pulled back, “We’d better get back inside before they add anything else to the wedding plans.”
“We could always elope,” Rika said dryly.
“No,” Renamon surprised her, “I want us to be merried in front of our friends so that they can all see how lucky I am to have you.”
Rika looked up at her, blinking away sudden tears. Before Renamon could react Rika kissed her a third time, much more lingeringly. “Just for that,” she purred, “you’re getting extra ice cream after dinner.”
“Are you two done?” Rumiko looked amused, “You still haven’t picked out decorations for the hall yet.”
“Coming,” Rika laughed as she and Renamon went back inside, holding hands.
The End
Notes: Took long enough to finish this, huh? :D You can blame fellow fanfic author Strife for kicking me up to working on this again, as well as a suggestion on how to tackle ending this fic. Yes, that’s a ROD the TV cameo, but I’m not planning a crossover any time soon. Lol