This is a very very short thing writen as a sample post for my Hawkmon application in a RP community called "Digilife". A friend of mine really liked it, so I decided to post it here as a drabble. Hope you like it :3 (even though it wasn't meant to be a fic at all)
Disclamer: I don't own digimon. Which is just sad. If I did, there would be no Jogress evolutions, Ken would use his darn crest for once, and Pucchiemon would totally have been in the anime. Pink or not.
Poromon slowly opened his eyes. It was dark, but he somehow found himself able to see considerably clearly. His eyes were probably used to the darkness already, he figured. He couldn't figure out, however, what time it was, but it was clearly very late; or very early. He glanced at Miyako, who was sleeping next to him, ocasionally moving around and mumbling things in her sleep he couldn't understand. He was tired too, indeed, but, for some reason, he just couldn't sleep. Decided to try again, Poromon closed his eyes and attempted to foccus on random thoughts to distract himself from whatever was keeping him awake and, perhabs, fall asleep at last.
"I wonder if the others are sleeping now..." he thought, "They probably are... Sometimes I wished I could be as positive and carefree as V-mon and Armadimon..."
He sighed, causing Miyako, who was now holding him to her chest and resting one of her arms on top of him, to mumble something and move again in the bed, away from her digimon partner. He watched her and sighed again, this time in a lower tone. Giving up on sleeping, he passed his eyes around the room looking at nothing in particular. Suddenly, he stopped and shivered slightly.
"Ugh... this uneasy feeling again..." he thought, trying not to make any noises, "I hate when I have these bad premonitions. I really hope to be wrong this time..."
The little bird digimon glanced once again at his partner, who slept peacefully beside him. He felt something bad was about to happen, and deeply hoped it was just his imagination. Miyako moved slightly once more and mumbled his name with a smile. He smiled a tender, but worried smile. There were times he really hated to be right.
Poromon closed his eyes once more, still uneasy, but heartwarmed. He moved slightly, getting closer to the girl, and leaned his little body on her stretched out arm.
"Miyako-san..." he whispered softly. Now more relaxed, he felt the sleepiness slowly overtake him.