“Can we go home now?” asked Nabiki. “We do have school tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” said Ranma, scratching the back of his head. “That is unless our audience wants to ask us some questions.”
“Audience?” asked the Koromon Brothers.
A girl stepped out from the shadows, a tall fox digimon behind her. “So you knew we were there?”
Ranma simply shrugged. “The fox was able to hide herself pretty well; I’m just used to being careful to know where any nearby uncute tomboys are; conditioned response and all that.”
Nabiki giggled a bit at his response as Rika fumed.
“Rika,” said the fox digimon, “ignore his remarks. You have questions for him.”
She slowly exhaled, before nodding. “How did you do that attack? Humans can’t fight like digimon.”
Ranma smirked. “I trained to do it. Just because you can’t do it, don’t go assuming others can’t.”
“Can you do that?” asked Koromon (yellow spot) to Nabiki.
She shrugged. “Maybe in a few years, Ranma-kun is training me.”
“We have the coolest tamers ever!” cheered Koromon (black spot).
“We’re not going to get rid of them, are we?” asked Ryudamon.
“And we had such a nice place too!” cried Dalimon, upset that he’d now have to share the room above the Tendo Dojo with yet another two digimon.
Rika merely looked over the group. They had fought pretty well against the Centarumon, and the digimon had used an attack she had never even heard of before. “And what the heck is that green thing?”
Dalimon stopped crying, before checking himself over. “Darn, something get on me?”
“I believe she means you, idiot,” grumbled Ryudamon.
“He ain’t a thing,” growled Ranma, glaring at the girl. “He’s Dalimon. And if you call him a thing one more time, I’m gonna toss your uncute butt into a dumpster.”
Nabiki held out her D-Arc towards the fox digimon. “After all, we prefer to use names here, not slurs. Your partner is Renamon, a rookie data-type digimon.”
“Then why isn’t he listed in the D-Arc?” asked Rika.
“Cause I’m special, like my Tamer!” smirked Dalimon.
“Yeah!” cheered Koromon (black spot). “I have a special Tamer!”
Ranma sighed. “No sugar for him when we get home.”
“Enough of this,” spat Rika. “Just stay out of our way, or—”
“Or what?” growled Ranma, seeming to have teleported to right in front of her.
“Rika!” screamed Renamon, trying to get between her Tamer and the human that appeared to be threatening her.
But she couldn’t move, finding herself bound by ... a tongue?
“Not a good idea,” said Nabiki, standing beside Dalimon, his tongue wrapped around the fox like an anaconda. “If she’s big enough to go throwing around threats, she’s big enough to deal with those threats.”
Ranma just continued to glare at the girl, her mask slowly cracking. “I don’t really care who you are, or what you think you are. But if you threaten me or my friends just once more, I’ll make certain you learn who I really am. Understood?”
He didn’t even give her a chance to reply before he turned around. “Let’s go; you can let her go, Dalimon.”
The green digimon nodded, as he released his grip. “Ew, I got hair on my tongue!”
“Idiot,” growled Ryudamon, before she smacked him on the side of his head.
As the group disappeared, Renamon stood beside her Tamer. “Rika?”
“Renamon, we both have to get stronger now, so we can pay that ... that boy back for what he just did.”
“As you wish, Rika.”
“Was that wise, Saotome?” asked Nabiki, as the group made their way home.
“Feh,” he snorted. “She was just gonna bug us anyway. At least now, she knows we’ll bug her back.”
Nabiki nodded. “True, but what if we need her later on? I could always use more D-Arc data to help with the digivolution research.”
“She ain’t a team player right now, Nabiki,” he started. “When she is, then she’ll help us. But right now she can’t see beyond her own wants.”
“Reminds me of you sometimes,” she mused.
“Hey! I had a reason for being like that!” he stated. “The baka-panda didn’t give me a social education!”
“Are they always like that?” asked Koromon (yellow spot).
“It’s best not to get involved and ignore them when they get like that,” said Ryudamon. “I still don’t understand where an idiot panda came from, but Ranma seems to blame it a lot for some of his troubles.”
“Oh, and if their faces are touching, don’t disturb them,” added Dalimon, as he rubbed the top of his head. “It hurts!”
“Humans are weird things,” said Koromon (black spot), as his brother nodded in agreement.
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