A/N: This is technically my first Digimon Fanfiction, it based off of the apperence of Gallantmon in Digimon Frontier's Episode 17. I took wrote what i thought it would be like if it actually was Takato in that breif scene. Anyway, I have a few ideas so if people like this then I will turn it into a series, if not then a oneshot it stays...So please Review, I give you cookie 3
P.S: My lovely sister Sharpcookies, was my editor, so thank her for fixing my horrendous grammar, and while your talking to her, I hear she writes stuff too, good stuff...Check it out.
The Guardian's Angel
"LEAF CYCLONE!"
A thunderous roar exploded throughout the Autumn Leaf Fair, as adult and child digimon alike turn to their heels and ran from the debris that was falling from the now destroyed pawn shop. Screams rang out as the residents realized who exactly was there, and they knew they did not stand a chance. However, admist the chaos one thing was secure, the giant furnace that over looked the town was never afraid; it was a beacon of hope for the residents, because to them it told them that despite what might happen they will always be able to withstand and stand tall. Living in constant fear, the resident digimon needed a symbol.
A small gizamon who was running away from the scene, praying to the sovereign that he would not be deleted looked to this beacon for hope. Then he saw something... or did he? Rubbing his eyes he looked again and the shadow atop it was gone, what could it have been.
"It must be lonely... these digidestined are so small in number, without even partners to thicken their ranks it is a wonder they have made it this far." A shadowy voice said as he watched the two leaders picked up scrap to try to fight off the beast.
"We are lonely too, and we made it." A childish voiced responded from behind the figure.
"Then I guess we can only pray...pray they will be able to overcome what is ahead."
--An hour and a half earlier--
In a small armour shop that sat quietly admist the hustle and bustle of the merchant town, a single red digimon sat alone, his arms folded, and eyes closed. Setting up this shop was a good idea, money is hard to come by. The digital monster thought to himself, just as a light knock broke his concentration.
"Who is it?" The Gallantmon opened his yellow eyes and picked up his lance and shield, in case the person was a threat.
"Umm... Excuse me mister..." A young girl walked in, surprisingly a human, "I-I was wondering if you saw someone come by here..." She was a smartly dressed women, but in her eyes the Red Knight saw a hint of bravery mimicking a friend from long ago. He briefly wondered who she reminded him of, but quickly discarded the question.
"Of course, miss," The Holy Knight replied, motioning for the women to come further in. "What did they look like?"
"They were peacockmon, they stole something very valuable of mine...and my friends. We really need to find them!" She ended her sentence quickly, her eyes avoiding his. Perhaps she was a bit nervous due to the intimidating appearance of the Knight.
"Wish I could help," The knight started, "but I haven't seen any peacockmon around here. But if I see any, I will be sure to tell you."
"Mucho gracias," the polite girl said with a curtsey, when a voice called for her.
"Izumi, hey Izumi," Goggles? "Did you find anything?" The girl turned around and ran towards the boy.
"Nope, Sorry."
"Drat, well we better keep looking," Takyua said running off with Izumi close behind, leaving the Gallantmon all alone.
"Well that brings back memories doesn't it Guilmon," The Holy knight spoke, seemingly to himself.
"If Rika was here, she would say, 'another gogglehead?' then hit Takatomon,"
"Why do you think she would hit me?!"
"She always does," The Gallantmon was quiet for a minute, it seems the goggles had jogged their memories of old friends, and those times long since passed. It Had been two years ago since he left his home, and three years since the D-Reapers demise, and yet the memories where still so clear, so painful. Rika's cold uncaring attitude, Terriermon's perfectly time comments, Henry's Friendship, even the way Kazu and Kenta manged to continuously make fools of themselves, all memories he would cherish and despise. At that moment the only thing Takato wanted was to see their faces again, henry, Rika, Kazu, Kenta, Ryo, and...Juri Kato. All those years ago he left without a sound, and the thing he regretted most was never telling her how he felt.
"Takatomon..."
"Yes?"
"How come the others couldn't come with us?"
"Because the Sovereign only wanted us, the others didn't need to bare this burden," Gallantmon said with a sigh, it was the sovereigns fault. That is what he told himself, but he knew that wasn't true, that is just what he wanted to believe, but he knew that wasn't true. He was the only one to blame because of the hazard, he was chosen. If only he hadn't unlocked it, then maybe he would be in high school, laughing and playing, but instead he vanished, and now was destined to loneliness, with only one friend.
"Sir," The Holy Knight looked at the door where a single knightmon stood bowing before him, "Arbormon has been spotted, suggest we take care of him?"
"No!" Gallantmon stepped forward his cape waving heroically as he did, "Our job is to make sure the legendary warriors do their jobs. Nothing more, nothing less, understood?"
"Affirmative. A standby team will set about around the perimeter to make sure no one interferes," The knightmon bowed one more time and headed off, once again leaving the Biomerged Digimon alone.
"Guilmon,"
"Yes, Takatomon?"
"Shall we go take our seats?"((A/N: My Editor said this part didn't make much sense, What do you, the reader, think?))
--Back to the Present--
"Avalanche Axes,"
"So Tommy finally got his Beast Spirit..." Takato, who had returned to his human form, mused, loud enough only to be heard by the digimon beside him.
Takato was older than when he started his adventures with Guilmon; years of battles had hardened and matured the child well passed what his age would say. He had long forgone his blue sweat and tan pants, now sticking to an all black attire with a similarly fashioned black cape, though his infamous goggles still adorned on his head, the only colourful piece of clothing on his body. He chose to stick to a low profile, moving in the shadows to watch the legendary warriors progress, and to make sure none would interfere with their task.
"That's the last one, right?" Guilmon said, walking up beside Takato. Out of habit, the fifteen year old started to rub the dinosaurs head.
"All but one."
"I thought he was a baddy," Guilmon whined in his child like voice.
"He'll come around," Takato promised, looking down from his perch on top of the giant furnace watching the Digidestined celebrate their victory. "It just will take a while, is all."
We do not often get to see our guardian angels; often we only get a fleeting glimpse, movement in the corner of our eye, but when we turn to see there is nothing there. All we can do is trust that we are not alone, that there are bigger things out there looking out for us. That is what the furnace was, a representation of the bigger things. Though the heat it provides cannot be seen, it affects where it's felt. The furnace was a symbol, showing them that what happens, happens for a reason and that there is always something out there standing guard. In the Autumn Leaf Fair that day, only one person did not believe the message of the furnace.
That person's name was Takato Matsuki.