Angemon was at Takeru's marker, placing yet another rose upon it, as he had
done in the weeks since his death.
"Farewell, my Takeru," he said as his lips lightly brushed the rose petals. He knelt next to Takeru's memorial. This was to be his last daily visit. He had to get back to saving the digital world. It was either that, or kill himself- again. He had wallowed in grief and self-pity long enough.
Angemon placed the exquisite rose on the deep inscription. He was gently sobbing. A tear fell upon the golden white rose. A soft golden light began to fill the clearing. Angemon looked up in surprise, tears still in his blue eyes. "Who's there?" he said brokenly.
"Angemon, it is I," said a disembodied voice that Angemon would have recognized anywhere, "you called me back." It wasn't possible, it couldn't happen……. No matter how much I wished for it…….it couldn't be……. Thought Angemon. "Takeru?" questioned Angemon wonderingly. The golden light contracted and began to take on a human shape. The pillar of light spoke, "Yes, Angemon, my beloved. I did not die. As you didn't."
The light intensified and Angemon was blinded for a few seconds. When at last he could see again, Takeru was running to him. Angemon bolted up and ran to his beloved, arms outstretched. They met in the center of the clearing, "I love you Angemon. I couldn't bear to live without you," whispered Takeru as Angemon pulled him into his strong arms. Their quivering lips met for the first time in a gentle kiss. Takeru leaned into Angemon, sliding his arms up and around his neck and tangling his fingers in the golden mane as the kiss deepened, Angemon softly slipping his tongue into Takeru's warm mouth. As the pair of lovers broke for air, Angemon slid his arms around Takeru's waist. Takeru rested his head on Angemon's shoulder.
"How, Takeru? How is this possible?" Angemon asked, "It's not possible." "Not if you're a digimon. You said so yourself," said Takeru teasingly. "But…..Takeru, you're not a digimon………..are you?" said Angemon. "Not a full- blood," agreed Takeru, "but, I am a half-breed. I have some characteristics of a digimon, like being data and being reborn, but I don't have an attack. All the time you thought I was dead, I was with my mother, in limbo." Takeru and Angemon disentangled themselves so that they could walk side by side.
"Who's your mom?" asked Angemon. "Well," said Takeru, "her name is Antamon." 'Ah,' thought Angemon, 'that explains it. Antamon looks exactly like a female human,' "I see," said Angemon, "Oh Takeru, I'm so glad that you are a half-breed." "Mmm," said Takeru contentedly as they came upon a fallen log that blocked their way, "so am I, Angemon. So am i."
They sat down on the log and began to kiss, softly at first, then with growing passion. Each had wanted this for so long, and it had finally happened. They were each in the arms of their beloved, as each had so often dreamed.
"Angemon, I love you," said Takeru breathlessly, " I have for years." "I know Takeru," said Angemon sincerely, "so have I." The sun began to set behind them, casting a beautiful golden light on the lovers as they shared yet another perfect kiss.
End
An: Antamon belongs to me. You can borrow her if you want to, as long as you ask me first. A full description of her and her attacks will be on my profile soon.
An2: this is the end…………I think……………..i hope……………really…………….
"Farewell, my Takeru," he said as his lips lightly brushed the rose petals. He knelt next to Takeru's memorial. This was to be his last daily visit. He had to get back to saving the digital world. It was either that, or kill himself- again. He had wallowed in grief and self-pity long enough.
Angemon placed the exquisite rose on the deep inscription. He was gently sobbing. A tear fell upon the golden white rose. A soft golden light began to fill the clearing. Angemon looked up in surprise, tears still in his blue eyes. "Who's there?" he said brokenly.
"Angemon, it is I," said a disembodied voice that Angemon would have recognized anywhere, "you called me back." It wasn't possible, it couldn't happen……. No matter how much I wished for it…….it couldn't be……. Thought Angemon. "Takeru?" questioned Angemon wonderingly. The golden light contracted and began to take on a human shape. The pillar of light spoke, "Yes, Angemon, my beloved. I did not die. As you didn't."
The light intensified and Angemon was blinded for a few seconds. When at last he could see again, Takeru was running to him. Angemon bolted up and ran to his beloved, arms outstretched. They met in the center of the clearing, "I love you Angemon. I couldn't bear to live without you," whispered Takeru as Angemon pulled him into his strong arms. Their quivering lips met for the first time in a gentle kiss. Takeru leaned into Angemon, sliding his arms up and around his neck and tangling his fingers in the golden mane as the kiss deepened, Angemon softly slipping his tongue into Takeru's warm mouth. As the pair of lovers broke for air, Angemon slid his arms around Takeru's waist. Takeru rested his head on Angemon's shoulder.
"How, Takeru? How is this possible?" Angemon asked, "It's not possible." "Not if you're a digimon. You said so yourself," said Takeru teasingly. "But…..Takeru, you're not a digimon………..are you?" said Angemon. "Not a full- blood," agreed Takeru, "but, I am a half-breed. I have some characteristics of a digimon, like being data and being reborn, but I don't have an attack. All the time you thought I was dead, I was with my mother, in limbo." Takeru and Angemon disentangled themselves so that they could walk side by side.
"Who's your mom?" asked Angemon. "Well," said Takeru, "her name is Antamon." 'Ah,' thought Angemon, 'that explains it. Antamon looks exactly like a female human,' "I see," said Angemon, "Oh Takeru, I'm so glad that you are a half-breed." "Mmm," said Takeru contentedly as they came upon a fallen log that blocked their way, "so am I, Angemon. So am i."
They sat down on the log and began to kiss, softly at first, then with growing passion. Each had wanted this for so long, and it had finally happened. They were each in the arms of their beloved, as each had so often dreamed.
"Angemon, I love you," said Takeru breathlessly, " I have for years." "I know Takeru," said Angemon sincerely, "so have I." The sun began to set behind them, casting a beautiful golden light on the lovers as they shared yet another perfect kiss.
End
An: Antamon belongs to me. You can borrow her if you want to, as long as you ask me first. A full description of her and her attacks will be on my profile soon.
An2: this is the end…………I think……………..i hope……………really…………….