Veemon and Gatomon: It Started With a Dream

Another fan fic in my V + G series, but this time it is solely VeeGato. Inspired by Sonimon's "For The Love of a Gatomon". Read and review please.

Chapter 1

Veemon

Such a magical world; here and there trees made of solid chocolate and bushes of caramel. Little rocks on the ground, actually gumdrops. The rivers, a delicious blend of soda pop and juice (Veemon's two favourite sugared beverages). The fluffy pink and teal colored clouds in the sky made of cotton candy, and a giant golden cheddar Sun. Coming upon a clearing beside a river and a few shrubs, Veemon spotted a cute like rabbit made of chocolate. He drooled and ran towards it, licking his lips and reaching out towards it. The small sugary mammal turned around to see the coming attacker.

"Ahhh! Wait, stop! I may look like chocolate, but I actually taste real bad!"

Veemon ignored him and gobbled the poor bunny up. He closed his eyes in pleasure and savoured every second of it...

Until he woke up. It was quite the surprise to him when he realized he had rolled off the bed and had started to eat one of Davis' socks that were on the floor. He wretched in disgust and threw the thing away from him, a salty, dirty taste in his mouth. He rubbed his tongue to get the taste out, and stumbled out into the hallway.

I need some grub...and a drink...make that two drinks, and two grubs...

As he went along his way, he saw out the window. It was quite dark at this time of night; nothing the hustle and bustle of Odaiba couldn't handle. He managed the fridge open and peered inside. Unless grogginess deceived him, there was nothing but vegetables and week old leftovers. For drinks, their was milk, water and some strange concoction near the back Mr. Motomiya would drink every morning.

This is terrible! I can't eat any of this stuff, it's disgusting!

He sighed and closed the door. The investigation continued for awhile; no cupboard or drawer left unturned. His heart sank as he discovered nothing but the same; unsugered, unflavoured or badly flavoured food. "Healthy" food. But such discoveries were not enough to break his resolve. Nay, he would acquire the delicious morsels he so desired. And he knew just how to get it.

He ran for the door and stopped at the entrance to grab the wallet sitting on top of the end table. He opened it and grabbed some money; he knew not how much it was but it had to be enough for something tasty. He thrust open the door and ran down the apartment hallway. He made his way down the stairs and finally outside to the cool summer night air. His destination: a food store. Location: Unknown. His only lead was the foot in front of the other.

Minutes passed and he found himself a few blocks away from the Daikanransha (the big Ferris wheel). The streets were filled with a few passers-by, and the occasional car or two, but for the most part it was silent. His face lit up as he beheld the familiar sign to his favourite food store. It had a little apple on it next to a banana and an orange. He strolled down the street and walked into the store; one could describe the flurry that then occurred but it would be a long and arduous task. Aisle by aisle the blue dragon prowled, picking up everything with bright colors, nice smells or sugary ingredients and placing it between his arms or on his head. By the end of his crusade, the short Digimon had managed to gather quite the mass. Balancing the goliath of food he now held he made his way towards the cashier at the other end of the store.

The man at the counter looked as sleepy as Veemon did a few minutes ago. He was young, and had short black hair. He saw Veemon coming towards him with his burden of snacks. His mouth dropped open and he stammered surprised noises; Veemon now dropping his load onto the counter. He breathed in relief and handed the cashier the money he had.

"Hope it's enough!"

It wasn't. Apparently, 10 yen doesn't go very far when you're purchasing food. In fact, it wasn't even enough to buy a gumdrop or chocolate ball. The man had kicked him out of the store onto the street. Veemon rubbed his backside as he stood up. He muttered things to himself about the unfairness of the cashier and of his hunger and how tired he realized he now was. Walking down the street he once again noticed the large Ferris wheel so close to him; it was hard not to considering it is always lit up at night in all manner of beautiful colors. He gazed up in wonderment; for some reason he felt compelled to take a ride.

Too bad I don't have enough money...

He kicked an empty pop can that was lying on the ground in front of him and it flew threw the air. It hit a brick wall with a hollow metal clang before finding its new resting place beside a dumpster. Despite knowing he couldn't ride it anyway, Veemon still made his way towards the giant attraction in downtown Odaiba. The world was a lot different at night than it was in the daytime; things Veemon hadn't previously noticed he now beheld in a new light. The twinkle of the stars, the beams of the moon and the gentle whisper of a midsummer's night breeze all gave Veemon a newfound sense of optimism.

He hummed a little tune he had heard the preceding day on the radio as he made his way down the last stretch of sidewalk. In front of him was the clearing where the Ferris wheel was situated. He ran over towards it but was stopped in his tracks when he noticed a white blur on a building in the corner of his eyes. Looking up, he now knew what it was. Crouched in a pouncing position was a familiar cat Digimon.

Gatomon

"You are mine! You think you can escape my grasp just because you defeated me? BWAHAHAHAHA! I will never die...and you will always be my slave!"

With the terrible sound of bloody whip against damaged flesh Gatomon woke up in a sweat. She was trembling and panting as if she had just run through a cold river. She closed her eyes but they did not blockade the incoming water, tears now streaming slowly down the side of her face. She had just had another nightmare of him... her old master. Years had now passed since she was freed from him, and it had been two since he had been "forever" defeated, yet he haunted her dreams like a stain that would not go away. Months had passed and every night was the same; a visit from a much undesired guest in her dreams, torturing and tormenting her to near insanity.

I just want to be free...

Finally, having as much as she could take, the little white cat Digimon got up slowly and tiptoed out into the living room, the tears now drying on her fur. She plopped herself onto the couch and placed her claws on her stomach. After a moment, she reached for the remote and turned on the television.

Maybe some late-night TV can cheer me up.

But she could not find comfort in the electronic box. Her mind wandered off into distant corners to recall past transgressions:

"Gatomon! Eh, Gatomon! Earth to Gatomon! Wakey wakey!"

Gatomon finally noticed the annoying little winged pest next to her, perched on the stone wall she was sitting on. She was previously looking out into the distant lands, never having seen them in years since she came across Myotismon. A few weeks ago she had Digivolved to the Champion level, and had taken the place as Myotismon's top henchman.

"What!"

She snapped harshly at DemiDevimon but he didn't seem too concerned about it. He replied with an evil grin on his face.

"Lord Myotismon requires your presence right away! It's a surprise!"

Gatomon seemed intrigued but hesitant. Myotismon was a crafty villain, and a meeting with him was never good. She hopped down and started for the door that led to the corridor inside. She walked down a few passageways, opened a few doors of varying sizes and materials, and finally came across his chambers. Taking in one final deep breath and exhaling, she pushed open the large wooden door and made her way inside. There was nothing but darkness, save a small candle flickering on a desk at the other end of the room. She could make out the shape of her master, watching her, from behind his desk.

"Ah Gatomon. You've arrived as per my request."

Although he spoke with a gentlemanly elegance, there was a more sinister evil behind his words.

"O-of course, My Lord..."

She began. He stepped forward, and from behind him a lamp grew ablaze, as if by magic. Now the room was illuminated fully, and Gatomon could see the situation with open eyes. To his right were two Bakemon, and their captive was a small, whimpering Bearmon. Gatomon knew the child, and watched with wide eyes as the Bakemon hit it, and demanded it's silence. Myotismon flashed one of his signature evil smirks; once again he had the opportunity to enact pain on one of his servants.

"I have received word that you broke another rule, Gatomon. She were seen providing this slave with food. Is this true? Speak the truth Gatomon."

She just looked at his feet, wearing a countenance of pure dread and fear. She knew all too well his question was rhetorical, and didn't dare to test his patience.

"The work going on underground is of the utmost importance. There is an artifact of great wealth down there and I cannot have my workers being distracted by such foolishness as a midday snack."

Gatomon looked up at him and protested.

"My Lord! But the workers are never fed! This one hadn't eaten in days, and..."

A violent, hellish fire burned in Myotismon's eyes as he raised his hand and prepared to launch a crack of his whip upon Gatomon. Time and time again he hit her, repeating variations of the same order.

"Never look at me with your tainted eyes! I have told you before that if you even gaze at me with those obscenities I will punish you harshly!"

The torment continued for awhile, the Bakemon in the back just staring wide eyed and the poor Bearmon sobbing, covering his eyes. Eventually, Myotismon lowered his arm and brought himself back to his calm, suave self. He stared at her with a grin as she attempted to get up. But she was in too much pain and fell every time. He turned to his servants and motioned them forward. They brought him the Bearmon and the vampiric Digimon picked him up with one fell hand.

"As further punishment, I'll let you watch as I slowly wring this peon of life."

She could do nothing but look on with emotionless eyes as Myotismon squeezed the Bearmon's throat for several seconds. At first one could hear struggling and grunting as the Bearmon fought for air, but soon enough Myotismon had tightened his grip to it's pinnacle and the victim exploded into thousands of pieces of data. Turning one eye back to her, Myotismon spoke the words that would stick with her for the rest of her life:

"Always remember: You are worthless. You will forever and always be my slave..."

Opening her eyes once more Gatomon found herself staring out into the night sky through the balcony window. She traced a path down it to the horizon and Odaiba. First to catch her eye was Daikanransha; ever since she came to the human world she had imagined what it would be like to go on it, seeing for miles and miles, all of Japan perhaps. Now abandoning sleep, Gatomon decided to go visit the attraction once and for all. It looked so beautiful and majestic; indeed, it was a jewel among stones in the skyline of Odaiba.

I wont be gone all night...I'll be back before sunrise; Kari will never know I was out.

She silently opened the glass door and stepped outside. She closed it behind her and leapt up onto the balcony wall. She stood there a moment, enjoying the light breeze and the fresh air. Finally, after snapping back to reality, Gatomon began her graceful leap across to the adjacent building. This continued all the way down the streets and blocks, and she admired the scenery as she went onwards. Here and there a flashy sign, shiny car or bright light. The wonders of the city at night were vast and Gatomon found herself stopping at intervals to better investigate certain sights.

Only a few dozen yards away, Gatomon prepared to leap one final time to the Megaweb building (a car exhibition hall), which was right under the beastly metal wheel. However, below her, she heard the sound of an all too familiar, though welcome, voice.