Inseparable

How forgetful. My first post didn't include any disclaimer! *kicking myself*

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.

Chapter 1: River

A blond boy stood up, confused at the strange feelings surrounding him. Before this, he ran to chase a butterfly, but unfortunately, the butterfly flew high, he couldn't reach it. What left from that playful chase were only thirst and fear. T.K., that winged boy, hadn't visited this place before. Everything around him was very still, even the river in front of him; seemed like it stopped flowing, too. No wind blowing, no sounds or voices rising in the air. The strange stillness petrified the little angel.

T.K.'s mom was right. Don't run or play too far away from The Holy Alba, T.K.'s village. Outside, there was only danger awaiting in silence. It was unnoticed until a victim was trapped.

"Uuuh..." the blond angel started to cry, his little wings paralyzed, "Help me...anybody... I want to...go home..."

No one answered. T.K.'s sobs resounded through the stillness. He was totally alone...

...but the river finally flowed, once again, very slowly. The wind blew, made T.K. stopped crying. It seemed like the wind wanted him to see something carried by the flowing river.

T.K. raised his face and was surprised.

The current delivered a bloody creature, floating lifelessly for a while, and then stuck still on the sharp rocks near T.K. The blond trembled. He never saw this kind of creature before. It had big ears on top of his head. Its hands and legs were rather furry; they were covered by blue fur. It also had long nails that could pierce anything. The sharpness of its canine teeth threatened T.K. Despite of these carnivorous features, it also had some features resembling human; five fingers each hand, pointy nose, and straight posture of its body were so human-like.

Actually, it was not important, for the blood had covered a half of his body. Still trembling, T.K. held the creature's hands. "Maybe...maybe it's the right time to use holy power," he thought, "but if all his wounds are healed, he may wake up and regard me as his prey..."

After a long minute, T.K. shook his head and said, "I must help him, no matter if I'll be eaten!"

A dim orange light came out from T.K.'s small hands. He opened a magical seal he learned from his mother. Then, in a short while, all the creature's wounds were completely cured. T.K. smiled wearily. He lost much power to do that, but all of his effort was paid.

T.K.'s smile was faded a little when the creature moaned. It was about to wake up.

"There's a hope that he'll not eat me... I'll be alright..." T.K. whispered to himself.

The strange creature woke up slowly. Raising his face and blinking several times, he asked weakly, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

T.K. tried to greet the creature in friendly way. "I'm T.K., an angel from The Holy Alba. You drowned and stuck to the stones. You were bloody, so I helped you. Are you feeling better?"

The creature widened its eyes a little when hearing 'angel', but then narrowed it again and nodded. "Thanks for washing all that hell from my body."

"You're welcome. Anyway, what's your name? I never see you around before."

"I'm Matt, from Schwarz Plain."

A big lamp in T.K.'s head turned on. "Wow, it means that you're a werewolf, right?" The little angel rubbed his eyes with his hands, showing that he hardly believed he met this creature. Dream came true.

Matt nodded, raising eyebrows. "Why are you so excited just because I'm a werewolf?"

"I always listen to the story about Blue Werewolves living in Schwarz plain from my mom. I always adore how powerful and loyal they are to their tribe, although some parts of the stories are...boring." T.K. smiled. Matt looked at the kid deeply. There was something strange that suddenly crept out from Matt's heart. Matt didn't know what it was, but all of a sudden, he sprang upon T.K. uncontrollably with a hungry look.

T.K. screamed. "A..are you...going to...eat...me?" He trembled badly under Matt's claw-resembling hands.

Matt grinned, showed his sharp canine teeth. "Seems like your mother didn't tell you about what werewolves do to angels."

T.K. gasped. His mother told him about it, but T.K. thought that werewolves were not so bad and wouldn't do such a dreadful thing. T.K. was wrong. That 'boring' part of the story was not a nonsense.

Matt was ready to devour his newly-caught prey, for his stomach had craved for food so terribly. But actually, it was not hunger that came out from his heart. He was not an animal fully; he was half-human, and that thing coming out from his heart was possibly a humanly feeling of pity. A normal hungry wolf could devour that pitiful trembling thing so easily, but it was different for a half-human like Matt. Slowly, he released the young angel and stood afar, facing the river.

"Go away."

T.K. stood up slowly, paralyzed. "Th...thank you..."

T.K. tried hard to run away, but he stumbled and fall. He fainted; there wasn't any power left in him because of the earlier wound-healing process he did. Matt turned and saw T.K.'s still body on the ground. Matt's heart skipped a beat. He approached T.K. "Hey, wake up!" Matt shook T.K. a little. No response. T.K.'s body was very cold. Matt breathed heavily. Don't die!, his heart shouted. Shakily, Matt hugged T.K. and he could feel T.K.'s breath. Relieved, Matt took T.K. up.

"I'll bring you home."

T.K. opened his eyes when he arrived at the gate of Holy Alba. He found himself in Matt's arms, wrapped in a protective warmth. But he was so shocked when he saw Matt bloody again, this time worst. "Matt, what happened...to you?" T.K. asked worrily.

No answer."Feeling better? I'm sure you can stand on your own legs, now." Matt said as he let T.K. stand on the ground.

T.K. blinked a little faster. "Why are you wounded again? Let me heal you!"

Matt walked a step, avoiding T.K. "I'm OK. Just some light scratch from weak tigers."

"What? Tigers? We were attacked on the way here?"

"Go back, quickly. The others won't let you to see me!"

"You tried to save me, right?" T.K. insisted, his tears formed a small lake that drowned Matt inside. This angel showed Matt some strange feelings; feelings that made Matt want to protect. Maybe, it was also the feelings that made T.K. feel safe with Matt.

"We're enemies, remember? Darkness and light never blend. That help doesn't make any change."

"However, I must thank you for your help." T.K. said, smiling, when placing one of his hand on Matt's wound. The dim light started to come out again, but Matt stopped it. "You'll lose power again," he said in a rather unbelievable soft voice, then he washed away T.K.'s tears, "I'm alright. Don't worry, the wound will be cured by itself."

"But..."

"The sound of footsteps getting closer made Matt and T.K. aware. "See you." matt jumped and ran into the darkness of the woods.

T.K. froze. "Matt...will he be alright with all those wounds?"

Suddenly, T.K.'s mother, Nancy, hugged him from behind and turned him, face-to-face with her. "Honey, are you alright? Oh, you're bleeding!"

"But Mom, I'm not..."

"It's alright. We will get you to the healer!"

T.K. placed his palm on his cheek. He realized that it was Matt's blood.