The Best of Both Worlds
CHAPTER THREE: Persistence is Bliss
The bright crescent moon lit the sky as a proud Renamon strolled the streets of the quiet Japanese town. The Digimon was so happy for herself, standing up to that Pokemon like that. She hadn't noticed it before the confrontation, but as she now viewed the beautiful night sky, the stars seemed to shine brighter for her.
Renamon smiled. On the usual occasion, fighting was something she'd look forward to, but while this hadn't changed, she was very proud of the mature and respectful manner that she handled the situation. There was no reason to fight (he wasn't an evil Digimon and he never made threats), which only added more to her pride.
As Renamon stood next to a rusty lamppost, she noticed the garbage can out of the corner of her eye. There wasn't anything to unusual about it- until she thought she saw it move. Curious, she walked up to it and lifted the lid, only to find.
A figure with a rotting banana peel on its head rose from the large trash can. ~Hello, Renamon,~ Mewtwo greeted. ~Good to see you again.~
"Too soon," Renamon remarked as she glanced at Mewtwo's trash-covered body. "Why is there a jar of mayonnaise on your hand, a container of old cottage cheese on your foot, and a disgusting item that looks like an old sandwich stuck to the base of your tail?"
Mewtwo pulled his hand out of the Mayo jar. ~You found me in the garbage; what did you expect?~ he said, letting the old banana peel slide own his face. ~Besides, if I had come to ask you what I came to ask out in the open, you would have surely fled. I needed to find more creative ways of cornering you, so here I am.~
Renamon rolled her eyes. She knew what was coming. "Looking for that battle, right?" she predicted.
~Very well done,~ Mewtwo congratulated. ~I loved the way you snuck in that hint of sarcasm.~
"Thank you," Renamon said with a nod, "but I still won't battle you. Through the eyes of my duty, I see no reason for us to fight. You are not a threat to me, and I am not a threat to you-"
~So you think, my dear Digimon,~ Mewtwo interrupted. ~You stand between my current fame and the fame in which I shall truly be respected. When I defeat you in battle, I will be on my way to defeating other types of anime creature media.~
The fox Digimon sneered. "So, I'm a tool," she concluded. "You're using me to get to other Digimon, and others."
~Not a tool! Never a tool!~ Mewtwo corrected. ~More like a. like a trophy.~
Renamon clenched her fists. "Tool. trophy." she thought aloud. "It makes no difference to me, and it won't to other Digimon. What makes you think that you can take them down so easily?!"
Mewtwo raised one of his six digits. ~One word: help,~ he explained. ~Many Digimon cannot survive on their own- they need assistance from either humans or each other. Alone, they are weak and easily taken down. True, I will have to separate them from everyone else, but with my powers, that will not only be easy, but it will also be the hardest trail I face.~
Renamon soon realized that Mewtwo was indeed a threat. He wanted to control the Digimon- apparently, he had done something similar to the Pokemon. That was what she was fighting against, and whether her intuition was right or not, she had to battle him. It was her job, and she had no choice.
After a few moments of harsh silence, Renamon heavily sighed. "All right, I'll battle you," she reluctantly agreed. "Meet me in the middle of the park, tomorrow afternoon. Are you happy now, you son of a-"
Mewtwo quickly covered Renamon's mouth. ~Quite the feisty fighter, aren't we?~ he commented caustically. ~I like that in an opponent. I can't wait for the battle.~
With that, Mewtwo levitated upwards into the sky. The force of his take-off pushed Renamon back onto the street, sending other garbage soaring into her face.
Renamon spit out a wad of old cottage cheese. She needed time alone and a place to think. Rika was still asleep, as well as the other tamers. There was one Digimon, however, that she could count on in her troubled times.
CHAPTER THREE: Persistence is Bliss
The bright crescent moon lit the sky as a proud Renamon strolled the streets of the quiet Japanese town. The Digimon was so happy for herself, standing up to that Pokemon like that. She hadn't noticed it before the confrontation, but as she now viewed the beautiful night sky, the stars seemed to shine brighter for her.
Renamon smiled. On the usual occasion, fighting was something she'd look forward to, but while this hadn't changed, she was very proud of the mature and respectful manner that she handled the situation. There was no reason to fight (he wasn't an evil Digimon and he never made threats), which only added more to her pride.
As Renamon stood next to a rusty lamppost, she noticed the garbage can out of the corner of her eye. There wasn't anything to unusual about it- until she thought she saw it move. Curious, she walked up to it and lifted the lid, only to find.
A figure with a rotting banana peel on its head rose from the large trash can. ~Hello, Renamon,~ Mewtwo greeted. ~Good to see you again.~
"Too soon," Renamon remarked as she glanced at Mewtwo's trash-covered body. "Why is there a jar of mayonnaise on your hand, a container of old cottage cheese on your foot, and a disgusting item that looks like an old sandwich stuck to the base of your tail?"
Mewtwo pulled his hand out of the Mayo jar. ~You found me in the garbage; what did you expect?~ he said, letting the old banana peel slide own his face. ~Besides, if I had come to ask you what I came to ask out in the open, you would have surely fled. I needed to find more creative ways of cornering you, so here I am.~
Renamon rolled her eyes. She knew what was coming. "Looking for that battle, right?" she predicted.
~Very well done,~ Mewtwo congratulated. ~I loved the way you snuck in that hint of sarcasm.~
"Thank you," Renamon said with a nod, "but I still won't battle you. Through the eyes of my duty, I see no reason for us to fight. You are not a threat to me, and I am not a threat to you-"
~So you think, my dear Digimon,~ Mewtwo interrupted. ~You stand between my current fame and the fame in which I shall truly be respected. When I defeat you in battle, I will be on my way to defeating other types of anime creature media.~
The fox Digimon sneered. "So, I'm a tool," she concluded. "You're using me to get to other Digimon, and others."
~Not a tool! Never a tool!~ Mewtwo corrected. ~More like a. like a trophy.~
Renamon clenched her fists. "Tool. trophy." she thought aloud. "It makes no difference to me, and it won't to other Digimon. What makes you think that you can take them down so easily?!"
Mewtwo raised one of his six digits. ~One word: help,~ he explained. ~Many Digimon cannot survive on their own- they need assistance from either humans or each other. Alone, they are weak and easily taken down. True, I will have to separate them from everyone else, but with my powers, that will not only be easy, but it will also be the hardest trail I face.~
Renamon soon realized that Mewtwo was indeed a threat. He wanted to control the Digimon- apparently, he had done something similar to the Pokemon. That was what she was fighting against, and whether her intuition was right or not, she had to battle him. It was her job, and she had no choice.
After a few moments of harsh silence, Renamon heavily sighed. "All right, I'll battle you," she reluctantly agreed. "Meet me in the middle of the park, tomorrow afternoon. Are you happy now, you son of a-"
Mewtwo quickly covered Renamon's mouth. ~Quite the feisty fighter, aren't we?~ he commented caustically. ~I like that in an opponent. I can't wait for the battle.~
With that, Mewtwo levitated upwards into the sky. The force of his take-off pushed Renamon back onto the street, sending other garbage soaring into her face.
Renamon spit out a wad of old cottage cheese. She needed time alone and a place to think. Rika was still asleep, as well as the other tamers. There was one Digimon, however, that she could count on in her troubled times.