AN: What I read is what I write. Read too much Wizardmon and Tailmon
(Gatomon) drama, I start writing it too, sad, ne?
To Be the Best
You always wanted to be the best.
The best at fighting, the best at agility, the best at endurance, everything.
You always strived for the top. And in the end? You made it. Second only to Myotismon. Everyone feared you, despised you, looked up too you. They thought you had it so easy.
But that was far from the truth, wasn't it?
Sure you get to boss the other digimon around and all that, but what did being the best really leave you with?
A blackened heart and soul. With your fur long scarred by the bite of whips. Your memory in tatters, and your soul in pieces.
I guess that was being the best was all about, wasn't it?
You were far from what you were before, a compassionate soul who cared for every living thing.
I guess you would only call yourself foolish and naïve back then.
You almost never drop your guard, only once has I (or anyone for that matter) seen you break down before. Curled on the ground crying, sobbing, for all the lives you had to tear from this world, for all the pain and humiliation you had to endure, and for anything that had to meet the same fate you had to.
Such a compassionate soul once... Now? You would destroy, kill, rip and tear without a second thought...
Your eyes... once shinning with life, happiness and hope, long since dimmed and hardened in to icy splinters that gaze in to your enemy's heart without mercy.
Your voice... once light and airy, now? Flat and betraying no emotions that you kept locked unto your self.
A perfect killing machine...
A perfect soldier...
Anger and hatred seems like what you only show these days. Your eyes... reflecting with the desire to just destroy Myotismon and rip his soul from his mangled body. Don't think he hasn't spotted it yet.
Why do you think he trusts you with the most important jobs? He's just taunting you, luring you, baiting you, to dare defy his power.
Once you do, he will crush you, break you like he did so many times in the past...
And reduce you to a whimpering kitten lost out in the rain.
But I've seen your eyes soften; I've seen them revealing your true emotions before. When you gaze upon a family of digimon traveling together, or lending a helping hand to each other, I've seen your eyes show that longing you've had ever since you were born. To belong.
You still don't know yet, who you are... No one but me knows...
When you rescued me from the desert, I had nothing to repay you with.
I found something.
You saved my life. It's only fair that I repay you with my life, right?
So until your time comes, I'll be your protector that watches over you. Hah, me, an angel. More like fallen than anything else.
So, Tailmon, I guess this is what being the best is really about, eh?
Owari
AN: Just how may run on sentences were there? Anyways, please review!
To Be the Best
You always wanted to be the best.
The best at fighting, the best at agility, the best at endurance, everything.
You always strived for the top. And in the end? You made it. Second only to Myotismon. Everyone feared you, despised you, looked up too you. They thought you had it so easy.
But that was far from the truth, wasn't it?
Sure you get to boss the other digimon around and all that, but what did being the best really leave you with?
A blackened heart and soul. With your fur long scarred by the bite of whips. Your memory in tatters, and your soul in pieces.
I guess that was being the best was all about, wasn't it?
You were far from what you were before, a compassionate soul who cared for every living thing.
I guess you would only call yourself foolish and naïve back then.
You almost never drop your guard, only once has I (or anyone for that matter) seen you break down before. Curled on the ground crying, sobbing, for all the lives you had to tear from this world, for all the pain and humiliation you had to endure, and for anything that had to meet the same fate you had to.
Such a compassionate soul once... Now? You would destroy, kill, rip and tear without a second thought...
Your eyes... once shinning with life, happiness and hope, long since dimmed and hardened in to icy splinters that gaze in to your enemy's heart without mercy.
Your voice... once light and airy, now? Flat and betraying no emotions that you kept locked unto your self.
A perfect killing machine...
A perfect soldier...
Anger and hatred seems like what you only show these days. Your eyes... reflecting with the desire to just destroy Myotismon and rip his soul from his mangled body. Don't think he hasn't spotted it yet.
Why do you think he trusts you with the most important jobs? He's just taunting you, luring you, baiting you, to dare defy his power.
Once you do, he will crush you, break you like he did so many times in the past...
And reduce you to a whimpering kitten lost out in the rain.
But I've seen your eyes soften; I've seen them revealing your true emotions before. When you gaze upon a family of digimon traveling together, or lending a helping hand to each other, I've seen your eyes show that longing you've had ever since you were born. To belong.
You still don't know yet, who you are... No one but me knows...
When you rescued me from the desert, I had nothing to repay you with.
I found something.
You saved my life. It's only fair that I repay you with my life, right?
So until your time comes, I'll be your protector that watches over you. Hah, me, an angel. More like fallen than anything else.
So, Tailmon, I guess this is what being the best is really about, eh?
Owari
AN: Just how may run on sentences were there? Anyways, please review!