Well. This is my first digimon fic! I started writing this before I heard about [and got sick from] the whole Matt/Sora thing, otherwise I probably wouldn't have written this. I did however hear about it before starting the second chapter and kinda worked it into the story. I haven't seen any of the episodes after the one right before that episode where Iori has that confrontation with BlackWarGreymon. I guess I just didn't like where the show was going. I did hear about what became of their futures [someone please direct me to a toilet bowl I'm feeling nauseous again!]. So will everyone please forgive me if what I writes not in keeping with the show?? Pretty please with an armadillo in a dress on top????
I put uploaded this on a whim I guess and probably won't be writing any more unless presented with a Mikael [from Angel Sanctuary] in silk boxers and a big, black bow or else I get some major inspiration ::smiled evilly:: and I leave you with a nice little cliffhanger there at the end. Heh heh heh.
Mikael's Hot Tootsies, was that a long note or what! Hope your not all asleep ::see my cheeky grin::........cheeky grin.........::shudders::
Disclaimer: SUE ME!! SUE ME!! I dare ya!! C'mooooon! ::pokes the bear:: c'mon!
Oh! The bit of song right there, you see it? there! just below the title!, is from What I See by Serial Joe. Go listen to it.
Touch My Soul.....
"I can hear you cry
I can feel you sigh
Touch my soul today
And kiss the pain good-bye"
A figure walked down the fog-shrouded street. Darkness encased his form as if in answer to his mood. The pale glow from the streetlights seemed to be caught within his eyes, making them appear to be a glowing liquid pool of blue mist. His hair gleamed like dark gold, only slightly limp even in the pouring rain.
At the other end of the street, hidden by the mist, ran a girl. She was completely drenched. Her tube top and thin Capri's, as well as her auburn hair, were completely glued to her form. Silent, sparkling tears glittered, struck by the light as they hovered in the air behind her before falling in grace.
Her eyes tightly closed she was unaware of the impending collision until she broke from the heavy fog and ran straight into something. She bounced off and would have fallen had arms not enfolded her and brought her up to lean against the solid warmth of a man's hard chest.
She blinked and the tears stopped their flow as she felt heavy folds of leather warm from this man's body wrap around her and a voice she knew too well, a voice that had haunted her dreams for years, floated down to her from somewhere above her head.
"It's all right. Don't cry, sweet."
The voice was huskier, deeper. She could feel the slight rumbling from his chest as he spoke. She looked up into the stubbled face she had not seen for so long, one that had left her adift in ignorance for seven years, the face of her first love. His eyes were misty with concern and she could feel his heart beating under her palm. The solid thumping seemed to drain the tension from her body and she melted against him as her eyes drank in the sight of him, memorizing his every feature so she would not forget this moment for eternity.
"Matt."
The whispered name trembled in the air and then drifted in the stillness about them. She saw his eyes widen with surprise and he stared closely at her. She held her breath. Would he remember her? She was certain she had been nothing to him but another one of those screaming girls that seemed to find him wherever he went, she could only hope that she'd had more meaning in his life than that. She held her breath as she waited for his next words. The moment seemed to stretch on as his brows frowned slightly, and then-
"Jun?"
A slight smile widened her lips and her wine-coloured eyes sparkled.
"You remember me."
"Of course I remember you, but what are you doing running around outside without even a coat on? Never mind. Where do you live? I'll take you home so you can get warm and dry."
At his words she remembered what had driven her out into the dark night in the first place and tears flooded down her face once again.
"No! Matt, you can't take me back there! I won't go! I can't...I just can't see him yet. Not yet, not after what happened."
"All right, don't worry, I'll keep you safe."
At that, he let her go just long enough to wrap his long, black trench coat around her form and sweep her up into his arms as if he sensed how unsteady her feet were. She didn't so much as feel a jostle or a bounce as he swiftly headed down the street, getting rapidly soaked by the rain. She stared up into his face, not being able to help herself.
They soon reached a door on the fifth floor of an apartment complex. Matt reached inside a pocket of the trench coat for a key and then headed into the black space it revealed. He switched on a light when he closed the door behind him to reveal a large, shadowed room with a kitchenette area consisting of a counter, an old-fashioned stove, a sink, and a fridge to the right. The living room area had a couch and a small TV on a stand with a low table between the two in the centre. To the left were two doors.
Matt put her down on the couch and headed to the door on the left. She gave a little gasp because only now did she notice that he wore very dark green army pants above huge black leather boots laced up almost to his knees and a forest green t-shirt with silver dog-tags clinking against his chest. All this time he'd been in the army? Her mind raced with thoughts of what this meant and came to a complete blank.
He stopped in front of the wall beside the door to fiddle with something on the wall for a moment before going through the door, calling over his shoulder, "It should get warmer in here in a few minutes.'
He came back out a minute later holding something in his hand and headed into the other door. She heard a shower being turned on and then the tinkle of metal on metal and then the loud smack of something wet and heavy hitting something. A second later he came back out rubbing a towel on his wetly gleaming chest as the dog tags tinkled with the movements.
She couldn't help staring at what the t-shirt had revealed. His lean form was completely filled with long, lithe muscles. Her eyes glided along his collarbones, his chest, and his abs, halting at the waistband to his pants. Her eyes widened in concern as she stared for a minute at the long, thick scar starting just underneath his collar bone, crossing the left part of his chest, widening where his heart was, and teetering off in the ribs on his right.
She saw a strange blue tattoo on his right shoulder. It was a circle with a waved line going through it vertically and two, slightly less thick, waved lines coming out a either side. She wondered what it meant, she knew she'd seen it before somewhere in her brother's room when they were younger.
He dropped the towel beside her on the couch and sat down on the table in front of her. Taking her foot in his hand and resting it on his hard thigh, he unlaced the strappy platform sandal and put it down on the floor, leaving her foot on his leg. She stared at the top of his golden, shining head, wanting to reach out and run her hand through it, but clutched harder at the coat instead. He did the same with her other shoe, leaving little tingles of sensation wherever his hands touched her cold skin.
Then he picked her up out of the soaked coat, not letting her feet touch the cold, wooden floor and walked into the room on the left, settling her down on a mat.
"You can wash up and get changed in here, I started up the shower for you, and I'll go see if I can find anything to eat."
She stared at him as he turned, wondering why he was doing all this for her when he didn't have to. When his back was turned fully to her, her breath drew in in surprise. Stretching along his upper back there was a large black tattoo of a wolf howling against the backdrop of a full moon. It seemed to be almost alive and looked so brutal she was almost scared. The muscles of his back bunched and flexed as he walked out the door, making the wolf appear all the more real and frightening, and closed it behind him.
She stared at the closed door wondering once again why he was being so caring to her. He disappeared for seven years and then suddenly reappeared at her lowest moment to take care of her when he could have just pushed out of his way and kept on walking. And before he had gone he hadn't exactly been too thrilled every time he saw her.
She looked around the tiny room seeing a sink with a mirror to her left, a shower to the right, and Matt's crumpled up shirt in a bin with other dirty clothing. She turned around and saw a toilet on the far wall with a fluffy blue towel and some clothes on the lowered seat cover.
She shimmied out of her wet clothing and threw them on top of Matt's then stepped into the steaming shower, letting her concerns and questions drain away as she delighted in the warm water striking her cold skin. As the water relaxed her, she decided to let whatever happened happen and enjoy being around Matt for however long she could.
She toweled dry when she stepped out and then wrapped the towel around herself. She opened up the mirror and found a comb, a bottle of Tylenol, shaving cream, a bag of disposable razors (unopened), and some aftershave. She picked up the blue-tinted bottle and smelled it not being able to stop herself. Her nostrils filled with the cool, fresh odor. It almost smelled like Matt. She wondered what the other smell had been that mingled with the aftershave then realized it had been the scent of his wet skin.
She felt a little shiver go down her spine and put away the aftershave and picked up the comb instead. She combed her now long hair and watched it turn into waves going down to the small of her back as it dried. The long wisps of her bangs hung in her eyes until they dried to graze her eyebrows. She put back the comb and turned to survey the clothes on the toilet. They were exactly like Matt's. She put on the t-shirt and it went all the way down to the middle of her thighs. The pants she tried on, but they were just too big, slipping to her ankles after she buttoned them up.
"Ah well, the shirt covers me up well enough."
She folded the pants and towel back up onto the toilet seat cover and opened the door. Matt was carrying two bowls of something steaming. He was looking down at them, but looked up when she opened the door.
"Sorry, but all I had in this place to eat was this ins...tant......soup."
He went perfectly still and his eyes trailed over her from the top of her head to her toes, still pink from the steamy shower.
She waited for him to say something. Slowly the tension in the air got thicker until she felt the need to force something out of her mouth. Anything to break the heavy silence weighing them down.
"The pants were too big." Her voice was strangled and caught in her throat a little.
Her words seemed to snap him from his seeming daze and he cleared his throat. She had to hold back her giggle as she saw a faint pink tinge spread upon his cheeks. "Yeah, of course. Ah, I'm sorry that I didn't...uh...have anything warmer for you to wear."
"That's all right. It's pretty warm in here now."
His eyes darted to her legs again and the pink turned red.
"Right."
He cleared his throat again and walked over to the table and set the bowls on it. She walked over to him, noticing along the way that his and her shoes were beside the door along with the trench coat that was hanging on a hook. He's neat. Then she mentally slapped herself. What do you expect? He's been in the army. She sat down beside him, picked up her soup, and they ate in silence. When she was done he asked her if there was anyone she'd like to call.
"Not really. I don't exactly feel like seeing anyone I know right now. Except you, that is. Thanks so much for helping me, Matt. I probably would have ended up walking around the city all night in the rain in my tube top and Capri's and died of pneumonia."
"It's no problem. It's not like I have all that much company. What could have been bad enough to make you do that anyway?" He saw the tears welling in her eyes and said quickly, "You don't have to tell me! I don't even know why I asked, it's none of my business."
"It's okay. I'll probably feel better after having told someone anyway." She took a deep breath then waited for a moment, steeling herself. "I met this guy, you see, Keniko Metsumi, and we've been going out for a year. Last week we decided to move in together and today I came home to see him making out with......some...girl!" She sniffed as tears glided down her nose and cheeks again and Matt turned to draw her against his chest. "I don't even know why I'm crying. It's not like I loved him, I just-I just f-finally decided that if I can't have l-l-love at least I can have happiness and, you know, who knows, some day I might come to love the big, stupid toad. It-it just hurts 'cause I tried to love him, I tried, and he, he never cared for me at all."
Matt held her until the tears stopped coming and she quieted down and the pain stopped and finally, she rested. Then, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. He put her down upon the hard bed and covered her with the blanket, then stood and looked upon her in the darkness of the room. She was so beautiful and looked so peaceful as she slept. He glided his hand along her cheek, knowing that she might wake and not being able to help himself.
Peace.
She was peace.
Matt groaned as he thrust himself away from her, grabbed a spare blanket and headed out the door, closing it gently behind him. He fell onto the couch, hoping that this night, at least, he'd be able to rest in Peace.