Arrow's pov
Nothing. There wasn't any sign of a person in here whatsoever. Well, I take that back. There was a small table in the center of the room with a gorgeous, lacy white tablecloth on it and silverware set up for two people. There were two lit candles as well. Whoever had done this wasn't in here now.
I had nothing better to do, so I sat down in one of the wicker chairs near it. I faced the tale and propped my chin with my hands, staring at the two candles. They were tall, slender, and red, with tiny droplets of melted pink wax oozing their way to the golden base. Absentmindedly, I felt the tablecloth. Oh, it was so smooth! The mere touch of it was reminiscent of the accidental brush an angel may have made against another's robes on the way to Heaven. I gazed into the flickering flames and watched as they took the form of dancers enshrouded in floating silk, rehearsing their intricate, complex routine for the show that was to come. I soon became one of those dancers, also twirling, hopping, tumbling, and unfurling my delicate sashes of gold, yellow, and red. The other transformed into Izzy, who pranced about on tip-toes, springing lightly in circles around me. We would approach each other, then jump away deliberately, twisting and turning our bodies in every which way. His style changed to a more fervent, agressive one whereas I took on a more mirthful, graceful dance. We continued this joyous celebration until eventually, we melded into one. His body was mine, my thoughts were his, all one flame. His lips touched mine, arousing a certain ecstacy in both of us, and we shared a passionate kiss. Tender, and sweet he was...
"Arrow?! What...?? Why're you in here? WHAT have you GOT all over your FACE?!" The genuinely confused and alarmed redhead had abruptly forced the massive door open as far as it would go, only to see me with wax all over my face.
"Um... I would really rather not talk about it...." Talk about getting caught with your pants down.
He gave me a weird look. "Okay. I won't ask." He glanced at the now mushed candle. "I see you've found my surprise." He walked over to, then sat in the other wicker chair across the table from me. Only then did I notice the lemon custard in his hair and the various food stains on his robe. Before I could say anything about it he stated, "There was a food fight in the kitchen." Looking down, he grinned. "You should see Kari. She looks like the Abominable Snowman." I was about to say something just then, but I had to pick all the wax off my mouth first. "You are a mess, aren't you? Here, lemme help you." He placed his soft hands on my skin and brushed the crumbly stuff away gently. I practically melted with every touch! I gazed into his deep, brown eyes. I felt like I was staring at his very soul, baring all the things he kept hidden from everyone else. "There. You're all clean now. And Arrow?"
"Yeah?"
"From now on, don't eat the candles. Wait till dinner."
"Hey!" I probably would have whacked him, but he had maneuvered almost instantaneously around the table and locked me in an intense kiss, one that by far surpassed the delusional one. His tongue found its way into my mouth and explored, and I caressed him, teased his hair, encouraging him to do with me as he pleased. We slipped out of my chair and onto the soft, cushy floor into a much more comfortable position.
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Joe's pov
I was led into a room that smelled dusty and dank, like a basement almost. I could tell by the sound of my shoes that I was walking on a bare, concrete floor which probably had dirt all over it. Figures.
"Joe?" It sounded more like a statement than an interrogation. Even so, I knew it was Garudamon talking. He must have decided that yes, I was indeed Joe because he continued on. "You know why you can't see, don't you?"
I was a little baffled. Was he implying that my blindness was a punishment or something? Or did he think it was self-inflicted? "What do you mean?"
I heard a slightly exasperated sigh, then his gravelly voice again. "The dust that was falling from the sky? Do you remember it?"
"Yes...."
"I did it. It wasn't supposed to affect you humans.... just the digimon."
Apparantly Tai was still with us, for just then he blurted, "Well it did affect us! Joe can't see anymore! I'd say you used fuzzy logic when you dumped that stuff on us."
"Shut up boy," he said rather sharply. To me he stated, "Look in-- nevermind. Follow me." I felt a large, bristly paw with talons close around my arm gently and firmly. I felt myself being pulld to some other place. The atmosphere changed, and everything seemed... warmer. More cheerful. Garudamon stopped me a bit too forcefully, and I was accidentally jerked around because of it. "Sorry about that. I didn't want you to fall in the pool."
"Pool? What do you mean?" I had no desire whatsoever to get wet and cold right now, so I whipped out my infamous excuse. "I'm allergic to pools."
He laughed a deep, rumbling, hearty laugh. "Don't worry. The only part you'll get wet is your eyes. Bend over." I did, and my hands met a short stone wall. "Inside the pool is special water. Cup your hand and splash it on your face." I did. The cool water felt nice on my sticky eyes, that is, until it starting stinging worse than acidic toxic waste. Instinctively I began splashing more on my face, which actually helped considering it was what caused the pain in the first place. The stinging subsided, so I dried my face using the bottom edge of my shirt.
"Well?" Tai was looking at me, shaking with anticipation. I stared at him in return, and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I blinked. Wait a minute... I could SEE again! "I can see! Tai! You know what this means?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Garudamon shift his weight onto his other foot, and an odd expression creeped over his facial features.
The deep rumbling voice hissed from his feathered throat, "It means I can dispose of you now without any more burdens on my conscience."
Nothing. There wasn't any sign of a person in here whatsoever. Well, I take that back. There was a small table in the center of the room with a gorgeous, lacy white tablecloth on it and silverware set up for two people. There were two lit candles as well. Whoever had done this wasn't in here now.
I had nothing better to do, so I sat down in one of the wicker chairs near it. I faced the tale and propped my chin with my hands, staring at the two candles. They were tall, slender, and red, with tiny droplets of melted pink wax oozing their way to the golden base. Absentmindedly, I felt the tablecloth. Oh, it was so smooth! The mere touch of it was reminiscent of the accidental brush an angel may have made against another's robes on the way to Heaven. I gazed into the flickering flames and watched as they took the form of dancers enshrouded in floating silk, rehearsing their intricate, complex routine for the show that was to come. I soon became one of those dancers, also twirling, hopping, tumbling, and unfurling my delicate sashes of gold, yellow, and red. The other transformed into Izzy, who pranced about on tip-toes, springing lightly in circles around me. We would approach each other, then jump away deliberately, twisting and turning our bodies in every which way. His style changed to a more fervent, agressive one whereas I took on a more mirthful, graceful dance. We continued this joyous celebration until eventually, we melded into one. His body was mine, my thoughts were his, all one flame. His lips touched mine, arousing a certain ecstacy in both of us, and we shared a passionate kiss. Tender, and sweet he was...
"Arrow?! What...?? Why're you in here? WHAT have you GOT all over your FACE?!" The genuinely confused and alarmed redhead had abruptly forced the massive door open as far as it would go, only to see me with wax all over my face.
"Um... I would really rather not talk about it...." Talk about getting caught with your pants down.
He gave me a weird look. "Okay. I won't ask." He glanced at the now mushed candle. "I see you've found my surprise." He walked over to, then sat in the other wicker chair across the table from me. Only then did I notice the lemon custard in his hair and the various food stains on his robe. Before I could say anything about it he stated, "There was a food fight in the kitchen." Looking down, he grinned. "You should see Kari. She looks like the Abominable Snowman." I was about to say something just then, but I had to pick all the wax off my mouth first. "You are a mess, aren't you? Here, lemme help you." He placed his soft hands on my skin and brushed the crumbly stuff away gently. I practically melted with every touch! I gazed into his deep, brown eyes. I felt like I was staring at his very soul, baring all the things he kept hidden from everyone else. "There. You're all clean now. And Arrow?"
"Yeah?"
"From now on, don't eat the candles. Wait till dinner."
"Hey!" I probably would have whacked him, but he had maneuvered almost instantaneously around the table and locked me in an intense kiss, one that by far surpassed the delusional one. His tongue found its way into my mouth and explored, and I caressed him, teased his hair, encouraging him to do with me as he pleased. We slipped out of my chair and onto the soft, cushy floor into a much more comfortable position.
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Joe's pov
I was led into a room that smelled dusty and dank, like a basement almost. I could tell by the sound of my shoes that I was walking on a bare, concrete floor which probably had dirt all over it. Figures.
"Joe?" It sounded more like a statement than an interrogation. Even so, I knew it was Garudamon talking. He must have decided that yes, I was indeed Joe because he continued on. "You know why you can't see, don't you?"
I was a little baffled. Was he implying that my blindness was a punishment or something? Or did he think it was self-inflicted? "What do you mean?"
I heard a slightly exasperated sigh, then his gravelly voice again. "The dust that was falling from the sky? Do you remember it?"
"Yes...."
"I did it. It wasn't supposed to affect you humans.... just the digimon."
Apparantly Tai was still with us, for just then he blurted, "Well it did affect us! Joe can't see anymore! I'd say you used fuzzy logic when you dumped that stuff on us."
"Shut up boy," he said rather sharply. To me he stated, "Look in-- nevermind. Follow me." I felt a large, bristly paw with talons close around my arm gently and firmly. I felt myself being pulld to some other place. The atmosphere changed, and everything seemed... warmer. More cheerful. Garudamon stopped me a bit too forcefully, and I was accidentally jerked around because of it. "Sorry about that. I didn't want you to fall in the pool."
"Pool? What do you mean?" I had no desire whatsoever to get wet and cold right now, so I whipped out my infamous excuse. "I'm allergic to pools."
He laughed a deep, rumbling, hearty laugh. "Don't worry. The only part you'll get wet is your eyes. Bend over." I did, and my hands met a short stone wall. "Inside the pool is special water. Cup your hand and splash it on your face." I did. The cool water felt nice on my sticky eyes, that is, until it starting stinging worse than acidic toxic waste. Instinctively I began splashing more on my face, which actually helped considering it was what caused the pain in the first place. The stinging subsided, so I dried my face using the bottom edge of my shirt.
"Well?" Tai was looking at me, shaking with anticipation. I stared at him in return, and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I blinked. Wait a minute... I could SEE again! "I can see! Tai! You know what this means?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Garudamon shift his weight onto his other foot, and an odd expression creeped over his facial features.
The deep rumbling voice hissed from his feathered throat, "It means I can dispose of you now without any more burdens on my conscience."