The Right Kind Of Wrong
By: Grey Wolf
Disclaimer: Prophetmon is mine. I do not own Tai, Matt or the Digimon. They are not mine, really. I wish they was so that they could be my slaves and serve me but their not and I have no slaves ;( I don't own the song either
Note: My first Digimon fic!!! Yea! Okay I have a very unhealthy Matt obsession at the moment and have always had a yaoi/slash obsession and admit it, the song is very suggestive with that for a title. No lyrics in this one though. Note that these are thought
Back to Matt, well sort of. Prophetmon's pov, big plot chapter, yes my story has a plot; shock, shock, horror, horror
Dedicated to: Squall Leonheart, thanks man =^-^=. To IC, I love you. To Damien, because he asked. Also to everyone and anyone that has ever read my work and liked it.
Part 5
The kid was asleep near the fire, his blond hair falling into his face. I sat near him with my ears open to the night. His Digimon was around here somewhere. I looked over at the kid again; he wouldn't be a kid much longer, I told myself. I looked up at the leafy canopy above us. A rustle I the leaves caught my attention and I knew my next orders had arrived.
Prophetmon rose up from where he had sat and moved to where the noise had. Just beyond the fire's ring of light a pair of red eyes waited for him in the darkness. Prophetmon knelt in front of the owner of the eyes; his face down cast in a humble, serving way. "Master I didn't expect you in personā¦"
"Hush now, the unforeseen has happened. The boy's lover has managed to come through the gate before it could be locked. We just lost our time to play with this one." A hauntingly sad voice whispered from out the shadows.
"Must I bring him to the temple then master? We need the power of his crest, the power inside of him, without it our plans won't work."
"I know that Prophetmon, but acting too soon could be dangerous and we still don't know if his Digimon plays a part or not. If only his lover had not come, they don't realize what's at stake here." The voice sighed "Proceed only with the utmost of caution, my loyal friend. His feelings may work against us if he knew he's lover was here."
With that Prophetmon's master left him and he returned to the fire side feeling strangely cold. He didn't like the way his master was handling things and he sensed that things would not work out the way they should if Matt was kept in the dark about Tai's presents in the digital world. He had to get Matt to the temple even if it meant going through his master. The Digi world was falling down around their ears and Matt was the only one that could bind it again. He looked over at the sleeping youth.
So sweet in innocent sleep, so blissfully ignorant of what is happening and yet so deeply scarred by Tai's rejection that had only been fear.
Prophetmon reached out a hand to gently move away a few strands of hair from Matt's eyes. His fingers lingered gently on the boy's face and Matt nuzzled into them and sighed "I love you Tai." At this Prophetmon smiled softly. "I'm sure he feels the same way, he wouldn't have followed you if he didn't." and with that he too settled in for the night, unaware of the new pair of eyes watching out of the darknessā¦
