Digimon Sacrilege

Sonfaro

2.) A Strange Urge To Sooth

August Third, 2015

11:38pm

He stood before her stoically, armored hands crossed against his battle worn chest plate. Golden wings unfurled. His eyes were hidden beneath an opal-blue mask. Dominimon: aide to the triumvirate.

Little Patamon, all grown up.

"…I am glad to see you in good health," his voice was as rich as it was dismissive.

Gatomon eyed him carefully. Whatever mess he had gotten into before arriving here, he obviously wasn't concerned. She was tempted to awaken the others to let them know of his arrival, but hesitated. Call her arrogant, but somehow she felt he had revealed himself to her alone for a reason. Dominimon had never come to Anniversary. Patamon, yes. But never this aloof elitist. "Why are you here?" She asked him coolly. "I thought the Golden City didn't allow its members outside its walls during peacetime."

Dominimon hesitated. "I heard that The Digidestined of… I heard that Tai…" He broke it off. For a moment he sincerely looked apologetic. For a moment. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Gatomon sniffed. "You just missed him. He left for the physical world yesterday."

"So soon?" He asked patiently.

"He is a busy human," she said curtly. "But be honest. He's not the reason you've come out of hiding, is he?"

Dominimon adjusted his jaw. "…Truth be told, he was not the whole reason I am here," he shifted in his armor, uncomfortable. "I will have to beg Tai's forgiveness at a later time. The truth is…" his face tensed, as if searching for the proper term. He addressed her softly. "I wanted to see you."

Gatomon frowned. "What for?"

"…I miss you."

She blinked, and began to giggle sarcastically. "How cute." Her purr had an edge to it. "You miss little old me? How absolutely adorable your grace…"

He frowned. "I mean that."

Gatomon scoffed. "No you don't. You don't really miss any of us. Oh sure, you'd love us all to move in your little golden fortress with you, but it wouldn't have to be me. And anyways, I know your type majestic one. Vaccine type goodie-goodies who think they're better than everyone else."

"That's not me."

"That is you!" Gatomon hissed. "That's the 'you' I know now."

"I do not believe I deserve this kind of derision from you Gatomon."

Gatomon glared daggers into the angel, memories of the empty feeling she'd felt all these years rushing back to her. "I haven't seen you in a year," Gatomon spat. "A year! What kind of friend avoids his family for more than a year!"

"The kind whose duties must supercede his desires." Dominimon sighed. "I know it is hard for you to understand."

"It isn't hard for me to understand Dominimon. It's impossible for me to understand."

Dominimon flinched, and Gatomon almost felt sorry for him. He turned his armored head towards the valley below. "…Things were so much simpler when we were younger." He said quietly. "At least we didn't fight amongst ourselves then…"

"Tell that to Tai and Matt," Gatomon remained indifferent.

He opened his mouth to say something in rebuttal, but held back, a strange expression gracing the small section of face that was visible. He seemed to soften his stance, slightly. "Gatomon…"

She frowned. "What?"

"Why didn't you want to be with me?"

Gatomon blinked. If she didn't know better, his voice had wavered in the asking. And despite herself she felt her snow white fur fail to hide the blush. She shook it away from her whiskers and glared at him. "Because I wanted a mature relationship Dominimon. I wanted someone I could have a real conversation with, not someone who'd play tag with me."

Dominimon frowned. "I could have done both."

"No you couldn't have. Not then. You would have spaced out and then gotten hungry and floated off before the conversation was over. Gabumon listens to me Dominimon."

"I know," Dominimon conceded. "He's a good listener."

Gatomon crossed her paws. "It's your turn."

"Mm?"

"Why did you leave us? Why did you abandon T.K.? Kari… Me?"

Dominimon mused. "Tag wasn't interesting anymore."

"I mean it Dominimon. Why?"

He frowned. His helmet faced the direction from whence he came, his arms hanging now to his sides. His voice came, polite and low. "I wanted to prove something."

She cocked her head to the side. "What?"

Dominimon took a breath. "I wanted to prove to you that I could be more than just a child."

She nodded. She had been dead on the money after all. "Did you succeed?"

"I think I need to ask you that question Gatomon."

Gatomon regarded her former friend with wary eyes. "You're very serious. And respectful. And from what I can tell, very, very powerful." She stared up at him, trying to imagine his blue eyes behind the mask, and found that all she saw was Dominimon. "But most of all Dominimon, you are cold. I think I hate that the most about you."

"…So you hate me?"

"I didn't say that."

Dominimon frowned. "You hate what I've become."

"…Yes. Very much."

Dominimon looked away. "That makes me very sad".

Gatomon had a strange urge to sooth him then. And fought hard to suppress it. This wasn't him. This wasn't her Patamon. If anything, his one act of rebellion tonight had proven that. She frowned, her eyes glaring like two dark sapphires in the night. "Why would the opinion of a lowly Gatomon, who apparently stole this tail ring from your city… and don't think I didn't know that's why they all glared at me the last time we met… Matter to you?"

Dominimon didn't hesitate. "Because I love you."

End: A Strange Urge To Sooth

Next up: The Piercing White Light

"Are you happy?" she whispered hoarsely. "Are you quite happy?"

Dominimon said nothing for sometime. "…It's okay Gatomon."

"Go hack yourself!"

He sighed. "I know you don't mean that."