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                “Yes. Sure. Okay. Fine. Of course, I packed my toothbrush mom!” sighed Thorn as he listened with a complete lack of attention to the list his mother was rattling off of the things he and Rune needed to bring for their trip to the Digimon Registration Center in California.

     An entire day had passed since the mysterious government agent showed up at Thorn’s door and practically blackmailed him into the Digimon registration, but he could still hear her threats in his head. Thorn’s mind continued to daydream absently until his mother finally said her goodbyes, wishing them luck before hanging up the phone. Curious, Thorn looked at his wristwatch and released a mournful groan as it dawned on him that the conversation with his mother had lasted for over two entire hours. He knew it was because she cared and worried for him, which he was thankful, but it still irked him. At first, the conversation was rather interesting as Thorn explained how he discovered Rune, a Dark Renamon Digimon laying wounded and unconscious on the edge of the road. He then told how he had taken her home and nursed her back to health which somehow made Rune was his Digimon partner. Tactfully, Thorn skipped the part about battling a massive knight like Digimon wielding an enormous sword but went into detail about how the government spook showed up and demanded that Rune be registered and the potential to work on a Digital special ops team to protect their local area. Listening to his tale, Thorn’s parents seemed a little worried about this strange black digital fox being alone with their only child, but as Thorn continued to describe Rune they began to relax. But once they heard Rune's sincerity over the phone, they decided it was alright for them to be together alone.

     But after listening intently to her son’s story and thinking it over, Thorn’s mother’s natural maternal instincts took over when she heard that her precious baby would be traveling all the way to California without her watchful eye. This concern led to a seemingly unending speech on how a proper gentleman behaves and all the little things to be mindful of as well as a verbal four-page list of all the vitally important things to bring along. All in all, Thorn thought the list included everything inside the house minus the kitchen sink and the couch.

    Extremely thankful that his mother was finally finished, Thorn slipped his phone back into his pocket and started to scour for Rune who seemed to have disappeared. It didn't take long until Thorn found Rune lying face down snoring softly into the couch, completely exhausted from boredom and the sound of a caring yet nagging mother. Thorn exhaled an inaudible sigh and quietly sat down on the armrest of the couch before gently scratching behind Rune’s soft dark ears. As the young vixen relished in the feeling of Thorn’s loving touch, she gradually opened her eyes as a friendly smile formed across her muzzle. Letting out an adorable tired yawn, Rune sprawled out on the couch, making sure Thorn's hand remained to itch the sweet spot behind her ear.

    “You about ready to hit the road Rune?” questioned Thorn as he removed his hand from Rune’s ears, which caused them to fall backward in disappointment.

    “I’m ready whenever you are Thorn.” replied the vixen as she completed her cat stretch before vacating from the couch. They then did a sweep through the house together, making sure that they had everything they would need as well as locking up the house. Once they were satisfied, they climbed into Thorn’s run down suburban, with Rune in the passenger seat and the back ones filled with luggage and a variety of snacks. After explaining to Rune how seatbelts work, Thorn started the engine and the faithful car rumbled to life. With Thorn as the driver and Rune as the wannabe navigator, the two commenced the wearisome drive down to California. They drove in awkward silence for some time until Thorn decided to peel open a chocolate bar to help keep him focused and awake. Enticed by the potent aroma of the savory snack, Rune’s mouth began to water. Noticing that his digital friend was tracking every movement of his hand which contained the tempting food, Thorn sighed, handing the remaining half of the bar to Rune. She thanked him, eagerly devoured the remaining chocolate before licking her lips with satisfaction.

But there was something bothering Rune as they continued down the road, her curiosity restless as her mind played over the events which had transpired earlier with the recruiting agent, and the mention of Thorn having a criminal record. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to break the silence to try and uncover the truth.

    “Hey Thorn, what criminal record was that weird recruiter lady referring to yesterday?” asked Rune, deciding to cut right to the chase to get the answer. She trusted the young man, not only because Thorn was her new tamer, but because he had risked his life for her own. But her question wasn't met with the response she had hoped for. Instead, Thorn's entire figure took on a somber expression, slouching as his face flickered with remorse. His intense eyes never left the road, but Rune could easily detect the sadness and guilt which dwelt within.

    “Alright...you told me your story Rune, I guess it’s about time I told you mine.” croaked Thorn as he swallowed a lump in his suddenly dry throat. “It was about one year ago when I had my run-in with Noah, the neighborhood douchebag. He had a reputation of being one of the bad boys at school, the kind which smoked in the alleys behind the school and always threatened smaller students into doing their homework for them. Pretty much everyone at the school new that he would end up in prison eventually, heck, we even placed bets on how long it would take him.” reminisced Thorn with a slow chuckle, his face growing morbid and cold like a corpse.

    Rune gazed at her unblinking tamer with suspense as he continued to weave his somber tale, eager, but also scared to hear how it would unfold. “The day had started like any other, but it sure didn’t end like one.” lamented Thorn, his hands turning a pale white as he gripped the steering wheel, the memories clearly traumatic for him. “It was my senior year, classes had already ended for the day, with the majority of the students and faculty having already left the campus. Except for me. I decided to stay behind after school was out to finish all my homework before I headed home. I managed to get it all done and after depositing my schoolbooks at my locker, I began to make my way to my car. But as I walked through the vacant school grounds, I heard scuffling followed by quiet cursing and muttering coming from an old beaten down shack which the school used for sports equipment storage. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the better of me, so I peeked inside to see what was causing the disturbance. As I peered inside, I uncovered Noah and his miscreant band of cronies all surrounding a young blond haired girl from one of the younger classes. As I quietly observed what was going on from a large crack in the door, I noticed that the girl had been tied up with coarse rope and duct tape had been strapped to her mouth, silencing her from alerting anyone to their presence. I knew I had to do something, it was obvious what they planned to, but I couldn’t just walk away. So I stepped inside.” continued Thorn, his mind lost in his story as he stared onwards, driving forwards. “When I walked into the shed, the faces of Noah and his goons turned whiter than sour cream, they realized that I was a witness to their plot, and the trouble they would be in if I let the word out. Noah then told me to leave and threatened that if I ever blabbed about what I saw, he would personally slit my throat while I slept. I should have listened and walked away, but I just couldn't abandon the poor girl to her fate. So, looking Noah dead in the eye, I ordered him to free the girl and let her go. He wasn't very fond of that idea, for he spat onto the floor, steadily approach me as hatred burned bright in his eyes. Suddenly, when Noah was about two feet away from me, I saw him reach into his back pocket and pull out a-.”

                “PPPFFFFTTTT!” interrupted a sound from somewhere in the car, causing Thorn to halt his story in midsentence and to look around in an attempt to uncover the source. Glancing over at his partner, Rune, for the first time in about half an hour, Thorn realized it wasn’t his car producing the strange noise, but rather his foxy friend who was ripping rather loud farts into the car seat. Normally, Thorn would have immediately burst out laughing, but he noticed Rune was slouched over at the waist, clutching her tummy with an agonized expression scrunched across her muzzle.

                “Are you alright?” asked Thorn with concern, holding his breath as he rolled down the windows to vent the aweful stench outside.

                “Buuurrrp! I-I’m not entirely sure,” responded Rune after an enormous burp, blushing heavily in embarrassment. “My stomach feels like it’s about to explode and I have a major headache.”

                “Is there anything I can do to help?” offered Thorn kindly, redirecting his attention back to the road.

                “You could get this crazy vibrating piece of sh*t to stop moving!” snapped Rune suddenly as her stomach underwent another wave of painful cramping.

                  Deciding it wise not to argue, Thorn pulled the suburban off to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. Having decided to drive the back roads in hopes of avoiding Rune being discovered by regular people, they were now out in the middle of nowhere. But before Thorn could unlock the car door, Rune rapidly unlatched the seatbelt and flung herself through the open window, sprinting across the nearby open field.

                “What the hell?” wondered Thorn aloud, disembarking from his vehicle before gradually approaching his digital friend who was currently kneeling and dry heaving heavily into the dirt. Thorn’s questions were quickly answered though as Rune began to expel a repugnant stream of noxious vomit from her mouth, cursing between streams. Unsure of what else to do, Thorn hesitantly approached his puking Digimon and slowly began to rub her fluffy back in an attempt to relive some of the pain. "Atta girl, get it all out."

                After about five minutes of on and off barfing, Rune had finally vacated practically everything which she had eaten in the past twenty-four hours. Exhausted, she rolled away from the rather large pile of steaming vomit and collapsed in a weary heap on the ground. “I am never hick* going to eat another buurrp, piece of chocolate for as long as I live!” uttered Rune as Thorn sat down beside her to cradle her tenderly in his arms.

                “Yeah…that would probably be smart,” noted Thorn as he picked Rune up in his arms and assisted her back to the awaiting car. Seconds after they were loaded into the car; Rune fell into a deep slumber, so Thorn decided to postpone his story until a better time. Now that they were back on the road, it would only be a matter of time before they reached the Digimon Registration Center, and the promise of a new life..

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                “Yes. Sure. Okay. Fine. Of course, I packed my toothbrush mom!” sighed Thorn as he listened with a complete lack of attention to the list his mother was rattling off of the things he and Rune needed to bring for their trip to the Digimon Registration Center in California.

     An entire day had passed since the mysterious government agent showed up at Thorn’s door and practically blackmailed him into the Digimon registration, but he could still hear her threats in his head. Thorn’s mind continued to daydream absently until his mother finally said her goodbyes, wishing them luck before hanging up the phone. Curious, Thorn looked at his wristwatch and released a mournful groan as it dawned on him that the conversation with his mother had lasted for over two entire hours. He knew it was because she cared and worried for him, which he was thankful, but it still irked him. At first, the conversation was rather interesting as Thorn explained how he discovered Rune, a Dark Renamon Digimon laying wounded and unconscious on the edge of the road. He then told how he had taken her home and nursed her back to health which somehow made Rune was his Digimon partner. Tactfully, Thorn skipped the part about battling a massive knight like Digimon wielding an enormous sword but went into detail about how the government spook showed up and demanded that Rune be registered and the potential to work on a Digital special ops team to protect their local area. Listening to his tale, Thorn’s parents seemed a little worried about this strange black digital fox being alone with their only child, but as Thorn continued to describe Rune they began to relax. But once they heard Rune's sincerity over the phone, they decided it was alright for them to be together alone.

     But after listening intently to her son’s story and thinking it over, Thorn’s mother’s natural maternal instincts took over when she heard that her precious baby would be traveling all the way to California without her watchful eye. This concern led to a seemingly unending speech on how a proper gentleman behaves and all the little things to be mindful of as well as a verbal four-page list of all the vitally important things to bring along. All in all, Thorn thought the list included everything inside the house minus the kitchen sink and the couch.

    Extremely thankful that his mother was finally finished, Thorn slipped his phone back into his pocket and started to scour for Rune who seemed to have disappeared. It didn't take long until Thorn found Rune lying face down snoring softly into the couch, completely exhausted from boredom and the sound of a caring yet nagging mother. Thorn exhaled an inaudible sigh and quietly sat down on the armrest of the couch before gently scratching behind Rune’s soft dark ears. As the young vixen relished in the feeling of Thorn’s loving touch, she gradually opened her eyes as a friendly smile formed across her muzzle. Letting out an adorable tired yawn, Rune sprawled out on the couch, making sure Thorn's hand remained to itch the sweet spot behind her ear.

    “You about ready to hit the road Rune?” questioned Thorn as he removed his hand from Rune’s ears, which caused them to fall backward in disappointment.

    “I’m ready whenever you are Thorn.” replied the vixen as she completed her cat stretch before vacating from the couch. They then did a sweep through the house together, making sure that they had everything they would need as well as locking up the house. Once they were satisfied, they climbed into Thorn’s run down suburban, with Rune in the passenger seat and the back ones filled with luggage and a variety of snacks. After explaining to Rune how seatbelts work, Thorn started the engine and the faithful car rumbled to life. With Thorn as the driver and Rune as the wannabe navigator, the two commenced the wearisome drive down to California. They drove in awkward silence for some time until Thorn decided to peel open a chocolate bar to help keep him focused and awake. Enticed by the potent aroma of the savory snack, Rune’s mouth began to water. Noticing that his digital friend was tracking every movement of his hand which contained the tempting food, Thorn sighed, handing the remaining half of the bar to Rune. She thanked him, eagerly devoured the remaining chocolate before licking her lips with satisfaction.

But there was something bothering Rune as they continued down the road, her curiosity restless as her mind played over the events which had transpired earlier with the recruiting agent, and the mention of Thorn having a criminal record. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to break the silence to try and uncover the truth.

    “Hey Thorn, what criminal record was that weird recruiter lady referring to yesterday?” asked Rune, deciding to cut right to the chase to get the answer. She trusted the young man, not only because Thorn was her new tamer, but because he had risked his life for her own. But her question wasn't met with the response she had hoped for. Instead, Thorn's entire figure took on a somber expression, slouching as his face flickered with remorse. His intense eyes never left the road, but Rune could easily detect the sadness and guilt which dwelt within.

    “Alright...you told me your story Rune, I guess it’s about time I told you mine.” croaked Thorn as he swallowed a lump in his suddenly dry throat. “It was about one year ago when I had my run-in with Noah, the neighborhood douchebag. He had a reputation of being one of the bad boys at school, the kind which smoked in the alleys behind the school and always threatened smaller students into doing their homework for them. Pretty much everyone at the school new that he would end up in prison eventually, heck, we even placed bets on how long it would take him.” reminisced Thorn with a slow chuckle, his face growing morbid and cold like a corpse.

    Rune gazed at her unblinking tamer with suspense as he continued to weave his somber tale, eager, but also scared to hear how it would unfold. “The day had started like any other, but it sure didn’t end like one.” lamented Thorn, his hands turning a pale white as he gripped the steering wheel, the memories clearly traumatic for him. “It was my senior year, classes had already ended for the day, with the majority of the students and faculty having already left the campus. Except for me. I decided to stay behind after school was out to finish all my homework before I headed home. I managed to get it all done and after depositing my schoolbooks at my locker, I began to make my way to my car. But as I walked through the vacant school grounds, I heard scuffling followed by quiet cursing and muttering coming from an old beaten down shack which the school used for sports equipment storage. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the better of me, so I peeked inside to see what was causing the disturbance. As I peered inside, I uncovered Noah and his miscreant band of cronies all surrounding a young blond haired girl from one of the younger classes. As I quietly observed what was going on from a large crack in the door, I noticed that the girl had been tied up with coarse rope and duct tape had been strapped to her mouth, silencing her from alerting anyone to their presence. I knew I had to do something, it was obvious what they planned to, but I couldn’t just walk away. So I stepped inside.” continued Thorn, his mind lost in his story as he stared onwards, driving forwards. “When I walked into the shed, the faces of Noah and his goons turned whiter than sour cream, they realized that I was a witness to their plot, and the trouble they would be in if I let the word out. Noah then told me to leave and threatened that if I ever blabbed about what I saw, he would personally slit my throat while I slept. I should have listened and walked away, but I just couldn't abandon the poor girl to her fate. So, looking Noah dead in the eye, I ordered him to free the girl and let her go. He wasn't very fond of that idea, for he spat onto the floor, steadily approach me as hatred burned bright in his eyes. Suddenly, when Noah was about two feet away from me, I saw him reach into his back pocket and pull out a-.”

                “PPPFFFFTTTT!” interrupted a sound from somewhere in the car, causing Thorn to halt his story in midsentence and to look around in an attempt to uncover the source. Glancing over at his partner, Rune, for the first time in about half an hour, Thorn realized it wasn’t his car producing the strange noise, but rather his foxy friend who was ripping rather loud farts into the car seat. Normally, Thorn would have immediately burst out laughing, but he noticed Rune was slouched over at the waist, clutching her tummy with an agonized expression scrunched across her muzzle.

                “Are you alright?” asked Thorn with concern, holding his breath as he rolled down the windows to vent the aweful stench outside.

                “Buuurrrp! I-I’m not entirely sure,” responded Rune after an enormous burp, blushing heavily in embarrassment. “My stomach feels like it’s about to explode and I have a major headache.”

                “Is there anything I can do to help?” offered Thorn kindly, redirecting his attention back to the road.

                “You could get this crazy vibrating piece of sh*t to stop moving!” snapped Rune suddenly as her stomach underwent another wave of painful cramping.

                  Deciding it wise not to argue, Thorn pulled the suburban off to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. Having decided to drive the back roads in hopes of avoiding Rune being discovered by regular people, they were now out in the middle of nowhere. But before Thorn could unlock the car door, Rune rapidly unlatched the seatbelt and flung herself through the open window, sprinting across the nearby open field.

                “What the hell?” wondered Thorn aloud, disembarking from his vehicle before gradually approaching his digital friend who was currently kneeling and dry heaving heavily into the dirt. Thorn’s questions were quickly answered though as Rune began to expel a repugnant stream of noxious vomit from her mouth, cursing between streams. Unsure of what else to do, Thorn hesitantly approached his puking Digimon and slowly began to rub her fluffy back in an attempt to relive some of the pain. "Atta girl, get it all out."

                After about five minutes of on and off barfing, Rune had finally vacated practically everything which she had eaten in the past twenty-four hours. Exhausted, she rolled away from the rather large pile of steaming vomit and collapsed in a weary heap on the ground. “I am never hick* going to eat another buurrp, piece of chocolate for as long as I live!” uttered Rune as Thorn sat down beside her to cradle her tenderly in his arms.

                “Yeah…that would probably be smart,” noted Thorn as he picked Rune up in his arms and assisted her back to the awaiting car. Seconds after they were loaded into the car; Rune fell into a deep slumber, so Thorn decided to postpone his story until a better time. Now that they were back on the road, it would only be a matter of time before they reached the Digimon Registration Center, and the promise of a new life..