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Dinner

Rena took Tom to the top of a small hill on her family's land, the one spot she could always go to so that she could escape the daily machinations of life. Sitting down under a peach tree, the two of them sat down and watched the sunset, and the vixen next to the Spartan was growing more and more skittish by the second. Noticing her discomfort, Tom put his arm around her shoulders. "Hey," Tom said softly. "What's wrong? If it's about the fight tomorrow, I won't lose. I care for you too much for that."

Rena shook her head. "No Tom, it's not that, well, it is, but not really and well, I..." Rena said in a rush. The young Renamon took a deep breathe to calm her fraying nerves. Looking back up, she stared deep into Tom's cerulean eyes. "Tom, I love you!" she admitted, the insides of her ears burning. "Ever since we met, I felt like I had this connection with you! Over time, we became friends, and then it just...Tom, I don't want to see you as just my Tamer anymore!" Rena had closely been inching closer to Tom as she was talking, and now, she was practically attached to him at the hip. "I...I want to be your mate, and to hell with what everyone says about it. You are the most wonderful person that I have ever met in my life, and I wouldn't want anyone else by my side other than you."

Tom was stunned. Rena felt the same way he did? Well, now that he knew he wasn't alone in having butterflies in his stomach, Tom now had no issues with admitting his own feelings. "You know Rena," he said slowly, "It's kinda funny you said that, cause well, I um..." Tom scratched the back of his head. "I kinda love you too."

There was a brief silence before Rena threw Tom down onto the ground, her muzzle less than an inch from Tom's face. "Do you really mean it?" Rena asked softly. Tom responded by pulling her head down, and when their lips met, he kissed her. It was a little awkward, what with their entirely different shaped mouths, but then the next kiss, well, that was certainly one for the 'Most Perfect Kiss in the World' series of books. The two of them parted, panting. Tom looked into Rena's eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked huskily. Rena smiled, and for the next few minutes, the two of them engaged in a heated make out session, and when Ronin looked out the window to see the two of them tangled in each other's limbs, well, the Voxin sniper smiled and turned away to the expectant views of the others. Coyote glanced at the window, eyebrow raised. Ronin simply smiled knowingly and pulled the shade shut. Walking over to Ari, the sniper held out his hand. With a roll of his eyes, Ari pulled out a single, small bag of gold coins and dropped it in his hand.

When the two new lovebirds entered the house minutes later, both Rena and Tom looked at the room full of quiet adults; and all of them could barely hold in their smiles of pride, relief, and in Coyote's case, knowing of what was soon to happen. Rahne rolled her eyes at her mate's grin. "Gabe, they aren't like us," she said. Coyote shrugged as he leaned in close to Rahne.

"Yeah, well, he isn't used to your species...stamina," he whispered into her ear. Rahne gently socked him in the shoulder as Yima stood up.

Looking sadly at the look on her daughter's face, Yima stated regally, "I have received word on tomorrow's match." Tom, Ronin, Coyote, Varak, Rahne, Ari, and Rena all focused their attention on the Kyuubimon matron. Yima sighed. "They have forbidden the use of your projectile weapons, as well as your armor," she said sadly. Both Coyote and Ronin looked at each other, the 'Oh SHIT!' expression clear on their faces.

Rena had no problem voicing her opinion. "Mother, that's not fair!" she shouted out, her fangs bared. Even Coyote was pissed.

"Yeah, even for a Spartan!" he said. Looking over to Tom, he added, "No offense."

Tom shrugged. "None taken. So, I'm left to fight in hand to hand. Heh, compared to training with Zach, this guy will be a piece of cake," he said. Tom turned back to Yima. "I won't lose to that asshole."

Yima nodded, a small smile on her face. Without any warning, Coyote and Sora's stomachs rumbled. And the look on both of their faces was priceless. To put more humorous insult to injury, Ronin actually smirked and chuckled warmly. "Hungry much sir?" he asked.

Coyote glared at the Voxin, only mildly amused at the comment. "Yeah, laugh it up, we'll see if you get any more of my mom's spaghetti after this op is over with," he threatened. Ronin's cheer flew out the window at the mention of the spaghetti made by Colonel Monnot. That meal was simply divine.

Yima chuckled. "Very well then, I shall make preparations for dinner." Turning to Rahne, the Kyuubimon beckoned with her one of her tails to follow the much older Digimon. Ronin decided to follow, for the simple reason of that he actually enjoyed cooking. The trio entered the kitchen, and Yima turned to look at Ronin and Rahne. "I've heard of a style of human food called 'Polynesian,' but I don't have any idea what that entails. So, if either of you two know, please, tell me."

Ronin smiled and shook with surpressed laughter. "Lady Yima," Ronin said, "My CO has a Filipino party at his house every other week. If you didn't know how to cook the food before, you sure as hell will learn how to then." Ronin cracked his neck, and then washed his hands. "Rahne, I want you in charge of veggies. Ma'am, you can get the meat prep it, and I'll guide you through everything else." For the next half hour, Ronin was a chef, guiding the pair through the cooking of Kalua pig, lumpia, and posette. When the casual Pacific Islander meal was laid out, Coyote simply could not stop drooling.

Tom looked at the meal in wonder. "Wow," he said, stunned. "This looks amazing!"

"Why thank you," Ronin responded as he sat down. "Those two had help." Coyote chuckled. Yima herself chuckled a bit at Ronin's antics before gesturing to the food.

"Maiden of Light, Protector of all," she said solemnly. The others grew quiet in respect. "We ask that you bless this food, so that we may face the coming day with vigor. We humbly ask that you protect Tom in his fight tomorrow, and that my daughter be happy. In your gracious name, we all pray." Yima ended the blessing, only to see Coyote's head hunched over, hands clasped tightly in prayer. They all watched as Coyote's finger nails dug into his own skin, his face in deep concentration. Rahne touched her mate, snapping him out of state of mind. The human looked flustered, the smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry," he said. Tom and Rena looked at each other and scooted closer to each other. The group soon began to eat the meal before them. Ten minutes later, after a good amount of food was eaten, and compliments given to the chef and cooks, that Yima asked a question that darkened the mood at the table. "Coyote, what happened for you to receive your injuries?" Coyote stopped, lumpia almost in his mouth. Sighing, he took a drink of water. Varak saw the look and took the kits out of the room. They didn't need to hear what happened, and Sora didn't need to relive those memories. Not so soon.

Coyote looked at everyone at the table and sighed. "We...we were attacked, second day here. It all started roughly right after Ronin left to go after Tom....."