The Two Sisters . . .
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Digimon. Unfortunately. Boo hoo. Anyways, you prob'ly all know what I'm supposed to be talking about, so DON'T TRY TO SUE ME!
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Matt gazed at the new girl through the fire, which crackled and sparked. It glowed brightly in the midnight gloom, but for some reason it didn't illuminate his spirits. It was only early morning when they'd found her unconscious at the base of a tree ten feet from their camp. They'd revived her only to find she had no Digimon, no Digivice, and hardly any manners for any of them . . . except Joe. She hadn't eaten anything, just walked around with them. A fiery temper was in her, Matt could just tell. Even more sure since she'd demonstrated obvious dislike for him the moment she's seen him.
"Don't look at me like that, you spiky-haired bum!" evidently, she didn't like him. But when he looked at her, it was the exact opposite. Her short, spiky auburn hair, her eyes, like a forest at night. Brown, forest-green, gold and black, they all made a beautiful contrast to her chocolate-colored skin. She was beautiful, but in a subtle kind of way, and everything about her seemed dark. Even her humor, though he'd only heard her laugh when she's looked at Tai's hair. Needless to say, the only one who really appreciated her openly was Izzy, who'd needed some tech help from her. Matt sighed and looked up at the night sky, dotted with stars, Like bright flowers blossoming before his very eyes. Gabumon, beside him, stirred in his sleep and scratched himself, but then drifted off once again. Matt picked up a stick and prodded the merrily-burning fire gloomily. He glanced back at her and sighed again, watching her body shift. Semi-tight black pants, a deep blue tight shirt that encased her shapely torso and a jean vest with the sleeves ripped off made up her outfit. She had on black sneakers that 'helped her move like moonlight', as she'd said. He couldn't figure out why he remembered every, little, itty-bitty thing she said. He tried out her name for the first time since she'd come.
" Cierdel." He spoke into the dark forest. It flowed willingly over his tongue and through his lips, like water. Of course, he probably wouldn't get to use her name, since she hated him, he reminded himself unhappily. But then he realized it was time for Tai to take the watch, along with Agumon.
" Tai! Tai! Wake up! It's time for your watch!" he said softly, shaking him awake. A couple minutes later, Agumon was up and Tai was ready to take the watch.
" Hey, Matt . . ."
" Yeah? What, Tai?" Matt asked. Tai bit his lip, wondering whether he should bring up Cierdel. She didn't seem to like him too much, and the feeling was -apparently- reciprocated by Matt. Most likely he's suspicious of her, he thought, Matt isn't exactly the most trusting person in the world. He decided to let it lie.
" . . . Nothing. Never mind. 'Night, Matt!" he called. Matt lay down on the hard ground, a teensy bit doubtful of Tai's ' Nothing, never mind', but he went to sleep almost immediately. That night, instead of being filled with dreams of Digimon, as his were now almost always of, images of Cierdel kept flashing up and, in the morning when he woke, he could almost feel that soft caress of her warm skin.
So how's that for a first D-mon fic? I know it's a bit too mushy, and I didn't really bring Cierdel into it yet, but DON'T WORRY! I will in the next chapter. Cyas!
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~Stormbeckoner