Angemon had taken the midnight watch. The rest of the group was
peacefully sleeping. His beautiful cerulean eyes scanned the darkness for
dangerous intruders. All of a sudden, Angemon fired off his attack –Hand of
Fate– at himself. The rest of the group instantly awoke at the noise and
light of the deadly attack. They found Angemon disintegrating before their
astonished eyes, Eighteen year old Takeru ran up to him, tears welling in
his eyes. "Goodbye, my Takeru," said Angemon with his last breath, "forgive
me." He then disintegrated completely Takeru burst into distraught sobs.
Takeru sank to his knees in front of the spot where Angemon had committed suicide. As Takeru lay down on the slightly damp ground, tears slowing, he noticed a pure white envelope in front of him. It was addressed to him in a beautiful golden script. Takeru opened the letter.
My Dearest Takeru, it read;
Angels never die. Even if they deserve to. Like I do. All digimon are reborn, always. That means I can't die. I wish I could sometimes, I really do. I planned my demise at one of those times.
I lust for something considered unholy by almost all, digimon and human alike. I seek alliance with one of my own gender. Not only that, he is not the same as i. Not the same type. But, he is the purest of heart. He brings sunshine and warmth to my darkest days. I love him like no other.
But for us to be together would be condemned. I doubt that he loves me like that. As a soulmate. As a lover.
But maybe he does. Maybe you do.
I seek to end my life for all time. Even though I don't think it can be done, I will try my hardest. I couldn't bear to burden you with my death, Takeru. That's why I'm writing this for you. So that you may hope, as you always do, that I live on.
And I will. I will be reborn. Hopefully into the arms of my beloved.
Angels cannot die, but I can no longer live with myself.
I love you Takeru Takashi. I love you.
Eternally,
Angemon
Takeru let the farewell letter flutter to the ground. "Why Angemon? Why couldn't you just tell me?" said Takeru, tears clouding his eyes and his voice, "I loved you as much as you loved me, if not more! My beloved Angemon, why?!"
The others gasped at Takeru's heartfelt proclaimation. But it was logical. Who else but an angel would be worthy of the love of Hope?
Takeru began to run, not knowing or caring where he was going. The other surprised members of the group followed Takeru, coming upon him as he skidded to a halt in a small clearing. They looked on fearfully as a DarkTyranomon approached Takeru. It fired off its attack at Takeru, and he appeared to vanish into it. This all took place in less than a minute. They never found his body.
One month Later
A lone figure stood near a large stone in the middle of a beautiful clearing. The figure placed a perfect white rose, tinged with gold, on top of the deep inscription, which read:
In memory of Takeru Takashi, Bearer of Hope, and Beloved of Angemon.
"Eternally, my Takeru. Beloved by me eternally," said Angemon as tears filled his eyes. A single tear trailed its way down his smooth white cheek. "Eternally, my beloved.
End
A/N: I don't own digimon! * starts to cry * I don't I don't I don't! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ~ sorry, but admitting that always makes me emotional. ~ Some really lucky people own it! (Toei, Saban, Fox Kids, etc.) Not me!
A/N 2: I see a sequel in the future! Do not fear, his is not the end.
A/N 3: You have NO idea how much I want a scanner – or a digital camera, I'm not picky! *_~ *_~ *wink wink* You should see the pics I have to go along with this story,
A/N 4: Its spring brea, and I have a LOT of time on my hands! * squeal * Yay! I can finish all of those writer's blocked fis! On that note, does anyone really want me to finish Us? Or First Kiss? If you do, give me a holler at ebony-moon2002@yahoo.com ! I won't mind……………….
Until next time……………………………..
Ebony-moon AKA Rachel AKA Azurestar AKA Achel AKA Rubachubel (those last two have special meaning for me and my best friend, Temira!)
Takeru sank to his knees in front of the spot where Angemon had committed suicide. As Takeru lay down on the slightly damp ground, tears slowing, he noticed a pure white envelope in front of him. It was addressed to him in a beautiful golden script. Takeru opened the letter.
My Dearest Takeru, it read;
Angels never die. Even if they deserve to. Like I do. All digimon are reborn, always. That means I can't die. I wish I could sometimes, I really do. I planned my demise at one of those times.
I lust for something considered unholy by almost all, digimon and human alike. I seek alliance with one of my own gender. Not only that, he is not the same as i. Not the same type. But, he is the purest of heart. He brings sunshine and warmth to my darkest days. I love him like no other.
But for us to be together would be condemned. I doubt that he loves me like that. As a soulmate. As a lover.
But maybe he does. Maybe you do.
I seek to end my life for all time. Even though I don't think it can be done, I will try my hardest. I couldn't bear to burden you with my death, Takeru. That's why I'm writing this for you. So that you may hope, as you always do, that I live on.
And I will. I will be reborn. Hopefully into the arms of my beloved.
Angels cannot die, but I can no longer live with myself.
I love you Takeru Takashi. I love you.
Eternally,
Angemon
Takeru let the farewell letter flutter to the ground. "Why Angemon? Why couldn't you just tell me?" said Takeru, tears clouding his eyes and his voice, "I loved you as much as you loved me, if not more! My beloved Angemon, why?!"
The others gasped at Takeru's heartfelt proclaimation. But it was logical. Who else but an angel would be worthy of the love of Hope?
Takeru began to run, not knowing or caring where he was going. The other surprised members of the group followed Takeru, coming upon him as he skidded to a halt in a small clearing. They looked on fearfully as a DarkTyranomon approached Takeru. It fired off its attack at Takeru, and he appeared to vanish into it. This all took place in less than a minute. They never found his body.
One month Later
A lone figure stood near a large stone in the middle of a beautiful clearing. The figure placed a perfect white rose, tinged with gold, on top of the deep inscription, which read:
In memory of Takeru Takashi, Bearer of Hope, and Beloved of Angemon.
"Eternally, my Takeru. Beloved by me eternally," said Angemon as tears filled his eyes. A single tear trailed its way down his smooth white cheek. "Eternally, my beloved.
End
A/N: I don't own digimon! * starts to cry * I don't I don't I don't! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ~ sorry, but admitting that always makes me emotional. ~ Some really lucky people own it! (Toei, Saban, Fox Kids, etc.) Not me!
A/N 2: I see a sequel in the future! Do not fear, his is not the end.
A/N 3: You have NO idea how much I want a scanner – or a digital camera, I'm not picky! *_~ *_~ *wink wink* You should see the pics I have to go along with this story,
A/N 4: Its spring brea, and I have a LOT of time on my hands! * squeal * Yay! I can finish all of those writer's blocked fis! On that note, does anyone really want me to finish Us? Or First Kiss? If you do, give me a holler at ebony-moon2002@yahoo.com ! I won't mind……………….
Until next time……………………………..
Ebony-moon AKA Rachel AKA Azurestar AKA Achel AKA Rubachubel (those last two have special meaning for me and my best friend, Temira!)