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"Is it done yet?"

"No,"

"Now?"

"No," there was a slight pause for a moment, the sound of chicken being cooked as the cook himself, a tall six foot tall human with short spiked up hair which was as black as the shirt he wore. His tan like skin hand went over to grab a few spices from the table beside him as he threw a bit of each into the dinner for him and his roommate slash partner. His green eyes looking over to the side to watch if the one bugging him would ask again, and he called it right.

"And now?"

"Guilmon!" the human turned fully away from the food as the small red dinosaur like Digimon backed away. His body all red saved for his white underbelly and black markings on his legs, arms, and chest. His wing like ears folded down as he knew he was in trouble with his human partner. The human sighed, rubbing his eyes slightly with his fingers as he knelt down to the Digimon level. "Look Guilmon," he spoke a little less angry looking into the Digimon gold eyes. "I know you're hungry, I mean, you always are, but when it comes to making food you must understand that it takes time to make it right or you could get sick understand?" the Digimon only nodded his head then tilted the head to the left.

"Brandonmon?" he asked looking back at him. "Is the chicken supposed to be on fire?"

"Huh?" the human looked back and yelped in surprised as he ran to get the fire stopper, aiming and then shooting the foam onto the chicken. Once the fire was out and both Brandon and Guilmon saw the look of what their dinner was, Guilmon looked up at Brandon.

"Is it done now?"

"Hurry up and get this done Renamon; I don't have all day!" meanwhile, on the other side of the city where Brandon and Guilmon lived. Another team was in the heat of battle with what seemed to be a small rabbit, but this one held armor and a sword. The yellow fox like Digimon with a white underbelly and fluffy tail would've beaten the Digimon with ease if it was in full power, but the human, who demanded to call him master, had just made the Digimon fight not even two hours ago. The Renamon was losing badly, fur messed up with a bit of dried blood, and even some fur missing. Her human 'master' only frowned as he watched as the Digimon started to lose, not wanting to be known as the Tamer who lost to such a small Digimon, he brought out a small gun, and shot the Digimon between the eyes. The Renamon, looking forward toward the dead Digimon then back as its Tamer walked over.

"Master?" the voice sounding female as the human only kicked her in the chest hard; now in the light of the spot light of the night. His hair was barely seen, but brown stubbles were seen if one did look closely. Eyes seemed to glow red as he glared down at his Digimon, arms crossing as she gasped and winched in pain.

"Damn bitch!" he screamed. "You're supposedly this powerfully rookie type Digimon, no, the strongest rookie Digimon and you had trouble with a damn rabbit?!" the Renamon didn't say anything, for she knew never to anger her master. "Well forget you, I hope those wounds kill you!" again another kick to the chest and then to the gut, throwing the Digivice she gave him when they first met, as it smashed on the ground. She winched when she heard the smash, moving her purple gauntlet arm over to the pieces and picking them up slowly as she groaned. She felt useless, not able to fight as her kin were known for, and now abounded in the park under a spot light. Trying to stand, she limped slowly behind a tree, hopefully she thought, her death would come soon and maybe not as painful as this.

"Man I swear Guilmon can eat," Brandon held five bags of food in his right hand, thanks to the Digimon, his able to lift things had gone though the roof; making him all the stronger in a sense. As he looked up, a young man pushed past him causing Brandon to spin. "Well excuse you too," he muttered as the teen with stubble hair walked away. Sighing, Brandon only walked on, until he stepped in something like a puddle. Looking down, he notice something of the so called water, he notice that it hung on his shoe a bit, and slowly oozed off; thick like. "The fuck?" bringing a hand to the shoe and moving it toward his face, he noticed the smell and knew what it was; blood, fresh blood. Hearing a small whimper of pain, he followed the sound and found the wounded Digimon lying on the tree, covering her wounded gash open arm, as her head leaning on the tree; eyes closed. "My god, what happened to you?!" the Renamon looked over with one eye open, she was somewhat dazed and didn't know who it was that was talking, so say the first thing that came to her mind.

"Master?" she asked in a soft pain voice. "You came back for me master?" Brandon sucked in his breath, he knew that Renamons were known as the Shadow Digimon, powerful to everyone, but seeing this one like this; he felt sick to the stomach.

"I'm not your master," he answered dropping is bag beside her and kneeling before her. "What happened to you?"

"I failed my master," she answered. "And he left me to die."

"Can you stand?" he asked as she only shook her head. He knew he couldn't leave her like this, so thinking for only a moment, he went under her leg and lifted her up; holding her like a newly husband would with his bride. Renamon was confused by this, turning to look at the human as he bent back down and wrapped the bag of food around on of his arms and started to walk toward his house.

"What are you doing human?" she asked as he only looked forward as he answered.

"You need help," he told her looking out of the corner of his eye. "And I'm not about to leave you to die."

"But...I'm weak,"

"And what if you are?" the Renamon turned her head toward him as if he said something evil. "The greatest fighter is never the best at first, they must train hard and long, work their way up and get stronger."

"But..." she groaned as she held on tighter from the pain as Brandon held her up more.

"Just rest, we're almost there."

She didn't remember when she fell asleep, before or after the human brought her to the house. She was in a large blue room, a window which was closed to make it a little darker, a lamp on a table with a glass of water and food underneath. Sitting up slightly, she found her fur clean as well as her wounds wrapped up, she traced the fine handy work with her gloveless paw until she heard the door open. Brandon was walking in, but stopped when he saw her awake, her black and blue eyes looking deep into his green one.

"Oh you're awake now," he gave her a small smile as he made his way over and sat in a chair beside the bed. "How do you feel?" she didn't answer him as she looked over at the food, as if wanting to go out to reach for it, but not at the same time. "You can eat it you know?" she looked back at him as he nodded. "I made it for you after all."

"You...made it?" she asked as he only nodded.

"Yeah, I'm a pretty good cook, well that's what Guilmon says anyway, but that dino will eat just about anything, brunt or cold; trust me on that." He laughed slightly but she didn't. Clearing his throat he looked around and then back to her. "Guess you're not really in the mood to laugh are you?" she didn't answer him, but did take the plate of food and did start to eat. "My name is Brandon by the way," he told her. "And you?"

"Renamon," she told him between bites.

"No I mean, what's your name, I mean I know what race you are, but what's your name?" she only gave him a puzzle look; as he thought. "Okay think of it like this, what am I?"

"A human," she said as he nodded.

"Right, but that's not my name, what's my name?"

"Brandon?" she asked as again he nodded.

"Right and you're name is...?"

"Renamon," he slapped his forehead lightly with a laugh.

"Okay forget the names for now," he told her. "You can stay here until your wounds are healed and then leave if you wish, my home is your home for as long as you wish." Never had a human given her such kindness, her master was the only one she truly did meet, seeing how he never allowed her to speak to others of her kind or his, and he was always rude to her. Btu why was this human, this human who saved her life and already had a Digimon; being so nice to her? "Well I better go, it's almost night time, you slept almost a full day, and I should let you sleep." He turned to leave, but stopped when he felt a paw around his arm.

"Don't go," she whispered looking up at him. "Can...you sleep with me?" Brandon blinked a few times, sure he slept with Guilmon a few times when he was younger, the two being together since he was only seven, but sleeping with a Digimon he just met, and saved; and also female, it left him a little awkward.

"Uh...sure I guess, but I err...sleep shirtless."

"So do I," a small smile came from her muzzle for the first time as Brandon blinked then laughed.

"So you do, alright then." Turning his back to her, he lifted the shirt over his head. The first thing she saw was the bit of muscle he held on his side, she could even see a few rips, but he looked so healthy. On his back she also saw many slash marks, deep red and they looked old, very old. Turning around, his chest was small, not much of a chest, and held a bit of fat around his gut but other then that, he looked like much of a teen would look. Climbing into the bed, he went under the covers and turned his back to the Renamon, saying good night and closing his eyes to sleep. She watched him for a while, eyes unblinking, until at last she turned over to sleep, making sure her back touched his.

The next morning she woke up without him beside her. Looking around she found yet another plate of food, this time eggs, bacon, and orange juice. Liking his food from last night, she ate it slowly to savor the taste, once done. She stood up slowly and somewhat limped to the door, to find a Guilmon, Brandon Guilmon looking up at her.

"Hiya!" he greeted her with the wag of his tail. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she answered as she walked past him with him walking behind.

"Brandon went out for a bit, he said you can help yourself to anything in the house, like showers or such things."

"Fine," she told him again as he tilted his head to her.

"What's wrong?" he asked following her around as she looked around the house.

"Why is your master so nice to me and you?"

"My master? Oh you mean Brandon?" she nodded her head as he thought lightly.

"Well first off I don't call him master, whatever that means. I and he are best friends; we look out for each other and all that. And for why he's so nice, it's because of his mother I'm guessing." He seemed to get saddened by the mention of his mother as she turned to look at him.

"Where is his mother?" she asked looking around. "I mean, if he has one, should she not be here watching over him?"

"She's dead." But it was not Guilmon who said those words, but Brandon himself as he made his way though the front door. "Nearly four years now she died in front of my eyes, our eyes."

"Ours?" asked the yellow fox as Brandon nodded.

"I have an older sister, in her mid thirties now, she and mom wanted to know what the Digital World was like, so me and Guilmon took them to see the wonder of your world. While stopping for a rest, we were attack by a band of unknown Digimon we never seen or fought before. We were able to push my sister though a portal to get her home, but when it came to my mother, they knocked her out then us before we had the chance." He went over to the sofa and sat down with Guilmon looking down the whole time. "The leader was a twisted Leomon, he and many of his followers raped my mother, while I was forced to watch, if I looked away for even a moment, they would beat her. For days we were there, until they had enough of her, they wanted to see a new kink...incest." Renamon heard of the word, but never knew what it met.

"What is this incest?" she asked as Brandon looked away.

"It is when family members have sex," he answered as she only blinked. "I refused, and every day I refused, I was whipped, that's where I got those scars from."

"But if you were whipped everyday," asked the yellow fox once more. "Wouldn't you have more then I saw last night?"

"One of his followers healed wounds, she would heal me to the point where I looked like a new born baby, and then I was whipped again. Everyday I endured, and everyday the pain and whipping got worse." He sighed as he looked away, closing his eyes tightly. "My mother somehow got free of her holding area and went to where I and Guilmon were locked up, this was after my whipping, she freed us and just when I made the portal for us to go, and they came. Before I could react she threw us though, and as the portal closed, her head was cut off before my eyes by the Leomon."

Looking down at his hands, Brandon didn't say anything as Guilmon looked to him and then Renamon who was walking toward him, but stopped when he looked up.

"Why don't you hate us then?" she asked as Brandon gave her a puzzle look.

"What do you mean?" he asked as she looked deeply into his eyes.

"My kind raped, kidnapped, harmed you and killed your mother; why don't you hate us?"

"Because," he answered. "Not all Digimon are alike, just like not all humans are the same. We are for who we are, now my sister on the other hand, she hates Digimon now, despised them as if they are nothing but cancer." Guilmon nodded his head at that.

"Yeah, she won't even visit her own brother unless I'm not around, it's really sad, she use to be so friendly to me too..."

"The waves may look friendly from afar," the female Digimon spoke. "But up close, they can be as angry as a shark." The two males only nodded, agreeing with her wise words as the human turned to Renamon.

"Hey, when I was carrying you yesterday, I felt something in your gloves, what was it?" the Digimon looked down at her arm of which he met, taking it off and going toward the table, she dropped the pieces of the Digivice Zant broke in his anger for her failing. Brandon went over and looked over the pieces with a questionable look, moving the pieces together as if trying to piece it back as one. The inside was mostly intake, a few things would need to be replacing, and the casing would most likely need to be replace all together. Standing up he went to get a slip of paper and wrote something down on it, before grabbing his shoes and slipping them on. "I'll be back in a few," he called out to the two as he left the house, with them wondering what he was going to do.

He came back in under thirty minuets, a bag in hand as he took the pieces to his room and sat on before the table with a box of tools beside him. Guilmon was busy eating and afterword sleeping. Leaving the fox to wonder around until she went in to see what Brandon was doing. Leaning over his shoulder, she saw that the inside of her broken device was fully repaired, though not inside the new casing which Brandon had bought. As he lifted the D-2 casing (from the second season) and slipped it on, the whole thing turned on as it beeped a few times before going blue. Grinning he turned around and found Renamon looking right at him as he blinked a few times and pasted the Digivice.

"Fixed it!" he chimed as she slowly took it from his hands. She had to ask herself, why was the human, this human who had just helped her not even a day ago helping her? What sort of thing could he possible gain from helping a Digimon in need when he could've left her to die? Brandon, sensing that something was brothering her, stood up from his chair as he cleaned up his messed. "What's wrong Renamon?" he asked looking up at her once he had the tools put away. "Something on your mind or something else?"

"Yes there is," she answered as the human Tamer opened his closet door and set the box of tools away. "Why, why are you helping me?" he let his hands drop with a sigh keeping his back to her.

"As I told you, I couldn't just let you die."

"There is something more, that I know of." She spoke back in a low voice. "Humans don't help others just out of the goodness of their hearts."

"Some do," Brandon answered clutching his fist tightly. His voice was shaking a bit; Renamon didn't notice it as she went on.

"Name one human, one human beside yourself that helped and ask for nothing in return!"

"My father alright!" Renamon stepped back from the force of his voice as Brandon span around to glare at her. "Let me tell you something, I never even got to know my father because he was killed in a war while I was still a boy! He left when I was born, force mostly because they needed soldiers. I...I heard stories of how he died, do you know how he died?" the Renamon didn't answer back as the Tamer went on. "A child, walked up to him, a native of the desert land as he walked up to him. My father was a Peace Keeper, making sure to keep those children, their families and anyone else who couldn't or wouldn't fight out of harms ways. The child told him that his mother was being attacked, and my father went without a second thought. Most would've asked why and where, but he followed the boy, and you know what happened?" he was shaking now, filled with rage and sorrow. "He turned to the house, and once he was close, the house was blown sky high! It was a trap, the whole thing was a trap to try and kill as many of the soldiers as possible. My father died...because he went to help someone, not caring what would happen to him and not asking anything in return!"

Brandon looked away from her for a moment before pushing past her, the Digimon still dazed by his story as he went down stairs into the sub-basement of the house, with her following behind him.

"What happened after that?" Brandon flinched, not knowing she was there, he didn't want to keep going with the story, but for some reason, he felt the urge to tell her.

"As I said...I was young, I remember bits and pieces of his wake and bury. A man my father worked with came to me, and allowed me to hold the flag that held his medal and gun on top. He lent down to my ear, and told me I was the man of my family now, and had to keep them safe. From that moment on, I knew, I wanted to be just like my father. Not going into war, but a hero, someone to help everyone in need. When I became old enough, I joined a fighting club, learning how to fight, then when I past that; went on to a shooting club." Once saying that Brandon pulled out a small sliver pistol, on the nozzle of the gun, Renamon could see that it read out words, 'Protect the Love'. As he looked over at the gun, he brought it to a shelf; beside it Renamon could see a flag over it, the Canada flag which was worn with age, and under it, the gun in the box as he closed it, and a star medal that stood proud. "When my mother was killed, I swore to myself I would find the Digimon who did this to her, and kill them, so far no words of where they are, ether their dead or just hiding really well. But I swear, if I ever find them...I won't wait a second to put a bullet though their heads!" he held his clutched fist up a bit the let it fell relaxing his body a bit. "You may not care Renamon, seeing how you don't like humans all that much because of what that Tamer of yours did to you, but listen up." he turned to her slowly, that's when she notices his cheeks were wet, for he was crying a bit as he dried them away. "Like I said not all Digimon are alike, not all humans are alike too as I might have said already," he then started to walk past her but was stopped when the Digimon stepped before him, standing straight as she looked to him. "What do you want?" he asked, but not in an unkind voice."

"I'm sorry," she answered. "It just, Zant was the only human I knew, or somewhat knew, and the things he did to me, because I was his Digimon...it made me think that all humans were like that."

"What did he make you do?" he asked.

"He made me mate with him,"

"Humans and Digimon can mate?" asked Brandon as Renamon nodded.

"From what I heard, even some are mates; the only thing is that they can't reproduce unless they go though a DNA sharing."

"Yeah I heard about that, human kid was badly wounded, they gave him a Greymon DNA and now he can use fire attacks." Renamon nodded, as she then started to think, looking down at her paw at the Digivice, she started to think. Looking at Brandon then back down, a smile came to his face to how she could repay him for everything he's done for her.

"Brandon, if I may, I like to ask you two things, you can say no to both if you wish." With a tilt of his head, Brandon nodded, understanding her terms. Moving forward she brought her paw up with the device in her hand. "I wish for you to be my new Tamer,"

"Wait what?" he did a step back a bit as she held her stance. "Humans can have more then one Digimon team member?" Renamon nodded her head, waiting for Brandon answer, when he didn't give one; she thought to tell him why she wanted him as her new master.

"You are kind Brandon, strong in heart and will do anything for anyone. I find that very noble and will gladly fight at your side to bring the ones who broke your family more apart to sword of fate." Brandon thought for a moment, he did have the room, and he did like talking to Renamon even if he only knew her for a bit, reaching out he held onto the Digivice and nodded holding it and clipping it to his belt.

"I would love to have you on the team," he answered with a smile. "And the second one?"

"Yes the second one, I would like to thank you though the power of pleasure,"

"Pleasure?" he mused lightly. "You mean like...wait what?!" again he backed away. "You want to have sex with me?!"

"And why not?" she asked moving forward. "If you are to be my new master you should mark me as yours should you not?"

"Well...I...and...da fuck?" He sat down on the nearest sofa in the room as Renamon just glanced at him.

"You never felt the warmth of a women body before master?" she asked as she moved closer.

"Well no...and stop calling me master please...its kinda weirding me out."

"Just for tonight, please allow me to call you that?" Brandon thought about it as Renamon went on. "I will mate with you anytime you wish, I know you will not force me to, and I know you're thinking of wanting to; are you not...master?" he still couldn't believe of how she changed so quickly, shaking his head he turned away from her, more so trying to cover up the lump in his pants as she smiled a little seeing his face bright red. She moved down and sat on the sofa, before then moving and brought a leg over his lap and sat down. She felt the hardness on her already as Brandon gasped looking up at her as she held her paws on his chest. "If you agree, I won't bother you about it again, and plus if you do and wish more, I will gladly allow you, as your right as my master."

"IF we even do it," he corrected as she smiled. Thinking to himself, Brandon knew he wanted to. And while reading online stories, he was attracted to the other species like dragons or foxes. He did consider himself a furry or mostly a scaly lover, and he knew it would be like a dream come true for him to do this, and he really was getting horny. Sighing he turned to her and looked right into her eyes. "Renamon listen, if we do this after this you no longer call me master unless I fell the need for you to do, like if I felt like it one day, you can call me that when it just you or me, but not when Guilmon or others are around got me?" she nodded her head, her tail slowly wagging behind her. "I can't believe I'm really gonna do this...feels like a one night stand since I just met you and you became part of my team!"

"Do not worry master," she whispered slightly. "Soon I'll make all your worries go away, so will you mate with me now master?" sighing softly, he looked up to her and nodded.

"But first, we need a name for you, I mean Renamon is nice, but there has to be a name that's suits you better."

"My old master would call me Pet or Bitch when we mated." She told him. "Will those names do?"

"How about we just take the 'mon' from your name and call you Rena?" she seem to pounder for a bit, and then nodded, he frowned slightly, thinking she would take longer to think so that he could maybe get ready longer. But he knew that this was it; we were going to mate with his new Digimon.

This story will be a Remixed from the story Digi-Night, for many reasons because to me the title didn't make sense anymore for I was only gonna make it a one time thing, a short story, and plus I change Rena Make from Link to Brandon. The same evil like sister is back, this time I will give her a name, and the little Guilmon fucker will be back soon! So enjoy this new one! Also all story requests I did in Digi-Night will be transferred to here and I'm working on another request someone ask for me. Any other request that people want I'm taking story/art trades for a while. So if you want something in the story or a sub chapter or being in the chapter with a threesome or so forth you must do something for me; sorry that's just the way I am for now. I may go back to doing them for free in the coming months, but I'm still thinking of that, for I don't know how to do money transfers, if that's was the case I be asking for like five to ten bucks lol; and rush would be twenty. So anyway enjoy this new chapter or the new series!

_PS: yes I'm still working on Legendary Encounter, there gonna be two part sex in it, so I just need to think of it and how to do it. The one who will be doing the hanky panky are already picked so don't ask. _