Note: I came up with this idea for a fic, but there is a lil' problem. I
can't think of why Jeri would be this darn SAD. So you can imagine a
reason. Maybe she lost her lil' sock puppet friend (you'll notice it's not
in the story). Maybe she misses Calumon. Maybe someone important in her
life died. Totally up to the reader. Anyhow, enjoy.
Summary: Guilomon turns matchmaker…although he doesn't KNOW that he has.
Clueless Cupid
It was late, she realized. Too late to be walking the streets.
The street lamps had been on for hours now, drawing moths as well as thieves to their pale light. For moths, well, they just liked the lights. For thieves, it was a perfect place to get a better look at their prey.
Not that she was concerned about moths or thieves bothering her at the moment. She was just…sad.
It was raining now, blending in perfectly with her tears, but not so well with her clothes, which were soaked.
She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. And then, for no reason at all, she stopped and looked around.
She was standing in front a gate. It seemed familiar, somehow. She pushed it open with one trembling hand, wincing as it squeaked and wailed in protest.
She continued into…what was it, a cave? She hadn't been paying that much attention, but it was getting darker as she moved on.
And then she saw them.
The eyes.
They were yellow, framed perfectly by the darkness. They almost seemed to glow.
She gasped, taking a few cautious steps backward.
The eyes came closer, and a familiar voice said, "I know you."
She blinked, trying to remember who he was. He seemed to be doing the same as his gaze traveled over her damp face, past her soaked clothes, and down to her soggy shoes.
After a long moment, the eyes came closer, and she could see that were attached to a red and black reptilian head, with two little wings on the top of it.
"I know you," he repeated, his yellow eyes wide, as if conveying his innocence. "You were here with Takatomon. You're…" He paused, squinting in thought. "Jerimon!"
She smiled a bit, reaching up to pat his snout. "Hi, Guilmon," she whispered.
He came closer, pressing his snout against her cheek. Then he drew back, surprised to find it damp. "Jerimon, you're wet," he pointed out.
She nodded. "Yes. I was…walking, and…" She trailed off, uncertain of what to say.
Guilmon tilted his head a bit as her eyes watered and tears spilled down her cheeks. "Jerimon, you're going to get wet again," he warned. "You might get sick."
"I…I…" She covered her face with her hands and fell to her knees. "I just don't understand why!" she sobbed.
"Jerimon…" Guilmon came closer, gently pressing his snout into her brown hair. It smelled like rain and peaches.
She threw her arms around his neck, still sobbing.
Guilmon carefully picked her up and moved further into the darkness. "Don't cry, Jerimon. You can stay here with me until you feel better." He set her down on her feet, then flopped onto the ground and closed his eyes.
She carefully sat down beside him. The floor was actually quite soft, covered in something warm. Blankets, she realized, running her hand over them. "This must be where he was sitting. And I woke him up…"
Guilmon began to snore lightly.
She laid down, resting her back against his warm belly. A red and black arm was thrown over her, almost protectively, and she smiled, running her fingers along it in slow circles. Soon both of them were asleep.
* * * * *
Takato adjusted the backpack on his shoulders as he slipped inside the gate, which was slightly open. It wasn't big enough for Guilmon to slip through, so he wasn't too worried.
He was a little shocked to find Jeri, though, sleeping next to Guilmon with a peaceful look on her face. Then he smiled.
Carefully, so as not to wake them, he pulled an extra blanket from the wall and draped it over them both.
Jeri's eyes drifted open. "Ta…Takato?" she breathed.
He froze. "Jeri?"
"Thank you," she murmured.
He smiled. "You're welcome. I'll leave you two alone and-"
"No," she whispered, catching his hand before he could move away. "Stay with me. Please?"
He blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Stay? Please…" Her eyes closed, and she went back to sleep.
Takato stared at her for a long moment, then ran his free hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. "Goodnight, Jeri."
* * * * *
She groaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. Then sun was up now, she could see.
A loud snore assaulted her ears, and she relaxed, realizing it was only Guilmon.
Then she saw…him.
Takato was lying beside her, a content look on his face. Even in sleep, his hand still held hers.
She smiled and scooted closer, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
His eyes snapped open. "Jeri?"
"Morning, Takato." She batted her eyelashes. "So is this how you tell a girl how you feel?" she asked, indicating their hands.
Takato's eyes widened. "But…you…I mean…we didn't…"
She giggled and squeezed his hand again. "Thank you for staying with me."
"Oh. No problem," he said slowly.
"Well, I better go home. My parents will worry." She let go of his hand and stood up.
"That's a good idea," he said, standing with her.
She reached down to pat Guilmon's head. "Bye, Guilmon!"
A snore was his reply.
She turned back to Takato. "Oh, I almost forgot!"
"Huh? Forgot what?"
She came closer and briefly pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. "Happy Valentine's Day, Takato!"
He turned bright red and pressed a hand to his mouth. "Jeri…"
She smiled brightly at him them skipped away. "Bye, guys!"
Guilmon grunted and sat up. "What is Valentine's Day, Takatomon?"
There was a blank look on Takato's face as he stared after Jeri. "A day when you tell someone you love them, I guess."
"Is that what Jerimon told you?"
Takato shrugged. "In a way, but…"
"What's wrong, Takatomon?" Guilmon asked.
"Well, it's just that Valentine's Day isn't for three more months." Then he smiled and shook his head. "Same old Jeri." Although his smile was considerably larger than usual.
The End.
Summary: Guilomon turns matchmaker…although he doesn't KNOW that he has.
Clueless Cupid
It was late, she realized. Too late to be walking the streets.
The street lamps had been on for hours now, drawing moths as well as thieves to their pale light. For moths, well, they just liked the lights. For thieves, it was a perfect place to get a better look at their prey.
Not that she was concerned about moths or thieves bothering her at the moment. She was just…sad.
It was raining now, blending in perfectly with her tears, but not so well with her clothes, which were soaked.
She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. And then, for no reason at all, she stopped and looked around.
She was standing in front a gate. It seemed familiar, somehow. She pushed it open with one trembling hand, wincing as it squeaked and wailed in protest.
She continued into…what was it, a cave? She hadn't been paying that much attention, but it was getting darker as she moved on.
And then she saw them.
The eyes.
They were yellow, framed perfectly by the darkness. They almost seemed to glow.
She gasped, taking a few cautious steps backward.
The eyes came closer, and a familiar voice said, "I know you."
She blinked, trying to remember who he was. He seemed to be doing the same as his gaze traveled over her damp face, past her soaked clothes, and down to her soggy shoes.
After a long moment, the eyes came closer, and she could see that were attached to a red and black reptilian head, with two little wings on the top of it.
"I know you," he repeated, his yellow eyes wide, as if conveying his innocence. "You were here with Takatomon. You're…" He paused, squinting in thought. "Jerimon!"
She smiled a bit, reaching up to pat his snout. "Hi, Guilmon," she whispered.
He came closer, pressing his snout against her cheek. Then he drew back, surprised to find it damp. "Jerimon, you're wet," he pointed out.
She nodded. "Yes. I was…walking, and…" She trailed off, uncertain of what to say.
Guilmon tilted his head a bit as her eyes watered and tears spilled down her cheeks. "Jerimon, you're going to get wet again," he warned. "You might get sick."
"I…I…" She covered her face with her hands and fell to her knees. "I just don't understand why!" she sobbed.
"Jerimon…" Guilmon came closer, gently pressing his snout into her brown hair. It smelled like rain and peaches.
She threw her arms around his neck, still sobbing.
Guilmon carefully picked her up and moved further into the darkness. "Don't cry, Jerimon. You can stay here with me until you feel better." He set her down on her feet, then flopped onto the ground and closed his eyes.
She carefully sat down beside him. The floor was actually quite soft, covered in something warm. Blankets, she realized, running her hand over them. "This must be where he was sitting. And I woke him up…"
Guilmon began to snore lightly.
She laid down, resting her back against his warm belly. A red and black arm was thrown over her, almost protectively, and she smiled, running her fingers along it in slow circles. Soon both of them were asleep.
* * * * *
Takato adjusted the backpack on his shoulders as he slipped inside the gate, which was slightly open. It wasn't big enough for Guilmon to slip through, so he wasn't too worried.
He was a little shocked to find Jeri, though, sleeping next to Guilmon with a peaceful look on her face. Then he smiled.
Carefully, so as not to wake them, he pulled an extra blanket from the wall and draped it over them both.
Jeri's eyes drifted open. "Ta…Takato?" she breathed.
He froze. "Jeri?"
"Thank you," she murmured.
He smiled. "You're welcome. I'll leave you two alone and-"
"No," she whispered, catching his hand before he could move away. "Stay with me. Please?"
He blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Stay? Please…" Her eyes closed, and she went back to sleep.
Takato stared at her for a long moment, then ran his free hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. "Goodnight, Jeri."
* * * * *
She groaned softly and slowly opened her eyes. Then sun was up now, she could see.
A loud snore assaulted her ears, and she relaxed, realizing it was only Guilmon.
Then she saw…him.
Takato was lying beside her, a content look on his face. Even in sleep, his hand still held hers.
She smiled and scooted closer, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
His eyes snapped open. "Jeri?"
"Morning, Takato." She batted her eyelashes. "So is this how you tell a girl how you feel?" she asked, indicating their hands.
Takato's eyes widened. "But…you…I mean…we didn't…"
She giggled and squeezed his hand again. "Thank you for staying with me."
"Oh. No problem," he said slowly.
"Well, I better go home. My parents will worry." She let go of his hand and stood up.
"That's a good idea," he said, standing with her.
She reached down to pat Guilmon's head. "Bye, Guilmon!"
A snore was his reply.
She turned back to Takato. "Oh, I almost forgot!"
"Huh? Forgot what?"
She came closer and briefly pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. "Happy Valentine's Day, Takato!"
He turned bright red and pressed a hand to his mouth. "Jeri…"
She smiled brightly at him them skipped away. "Bye, guys!"
Guilmon grunted and sat up. "What is Valentine's Day, Takatomon?"
There was a blank look on Takato's face as he stared after Jeri. "A day when you tell someone you love them, I guess."
"Is that what Jerimon told you?"
Takato shrugged. "In a way, but…"
"What's wrong, Takatomon?" Guilmon asked.
"Well, it's just that Valentine's Day isn't for three more months." Then he smiled and shook his head. "Same old Jeri." Although his smile was considerably larger than usual.
The End.