Yes, I admit it. I'm a closet Digimon otaku.
Summary: Angemon finally gets Angewomon to go out with him, but his ex shows up. (Don't you just HATE that?)
A Date with My Angel(s)
by XMAN0123
-----------
She looked so beautiful that night. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a stylish ponytail for perhaps the first and last time. Her wings looked so majestic, even when folded. And her eyes...well, I couldn't really see her eyes. That's the only bad thing about these damn helmets; they're never good for gazing into your date's eyes. But I imagine her eyes were as breathtaking as the rest of her.
I'm surprised she agreed to go out with me. Even after T.K. and Kari openly announced they were a couple, she still hesitated at the thought of becoming more than partners or allies in battle. But I expected that. Part of me wants to think she's just nervous about this whole destiny (or Digidestiny, as it were) thing. But part of me says she might be jealous. Yes, I defeated Devimon, and she defeated Myotismon, but to my knowledge, there never was a Magna Angewomon.
"Angemon?" she asked suddenly, turning to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Why did you ask me out? Really?"
I pretended to be shocked by her question. "You think I have another motive, other than that of enjoying your company?"
"Well, yes. You've never shown any interest in taking me out before, and you-"
"Just because you haven't noticed any interest," I interrupted smoothly, "doesn't mean it wasn't there, Angewomon."
She fell silent, just as I expected her to. That was good. If everything went according to plan, by midnight we'd be slow dancing under the stars. Ah, yes. I could almost feel her warm, lithe body pressed against mine just then...
"Angemon? Why are you looking at me like that?"
I wiped the giddy smile off my face and shook my head. "No reason. Just thinking of the future."
"Oh? What did you see?"
I took a sip of my champagne. "What else? An angel, of course. A very beautiful angel."
I wasn't sure, but I thought I could see a hint of red in her cheeks as she glanced away for a moment. Yes, everything was going just as I had planned it...until she walked in.
At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, and that an old memory of the past had returned, unbidden and unwelcome. But then I looked again, and I could feel all the color draining from my face. What the heck was she doing here, in the same bar as me, and on 'Digimon All-You-Can-Eat' night?! It couldn't have been a coincidence. Her Writer never even attempted Digimon fiction, and she hardly even knew many Digimon fictives. But there she was, along with two other people her size. With my luck, they were probably Muses, too.
"Angemon, what's wrong?" Angewomon asked. "You're so pale! You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Before I could reply, I heard a voice. "Hey, Yugi! Isn't that you-know-who?"
Just the mention of her name brought chills to my spine. I quickly grabbed a menu and tried to hide behind it, but it was too late. She had seen me.
"Hey, it is! Angemon! Oh, ANGEMOOOOOON!"
"Oh, God," I whispered, doubling over as I choked back the rising bile in my throat.
"Angemon?" Angewomon asked, suddenly at my side. "You look ill. Was it something in the food?" She steadied me with her hands. Normally, I would've reveled in the gentleness of her touch, but this was no time for celebration. It was a time for fear, disgust, and soon, outright humiliation. I prayed that by some miracle, she would just turn away before she reached us.
"Hey, Angemon! What are you hiding back here for? It's me!"
I slowly looked up. Yes, it was her, all right. Yugi stood on my right, smiling up at me as if I'd just given her a huge compliment. Behind her was D, the latest addition to her Writer's arsenal of Musery (or as I saw it, misery). They were accompanied by a Chibi Trunks fictive, who had a look on his face that said, "This is gonna be GOOD."
I shuddered involuntarily and fell back into Angewomon's waiting arms. If only I could've enjoyed the feeling of warmth as she embraced me protectively.
"Angemon, who are these people?" she asked.
Yugi's gaze drifted to Angewomon, and I waited for the explosion. There was none. Instead, Yugi smiled and held out her hand. "Hi! I'm Yugi!"
I tried to warn Angewomon, but she had already introduced herself and gripped Yugi's hand.
Yugi continued to smile brightly, even as she strengthened her grip on Angewomon's delicate hand. "I'm also Angemon's ex-girlfriend."
I moaned pitifully just at the mention of it. She had revealed my private shame, and to the new love of my life, no less. I felt as if Piedmon himself had run me through with his Trump Sword.
With some difficulty, Angewomon took her hand back. Then she turned to look at me. "Angemon, is that true?" There was a hint of pain in her voice. Perhaps she had thought that there were no others before her. Perhaps she was just in pain from Yugi's handshake. Either way, I knew the night would just get worse. I was right.
"Hey, I know!" Trunks said. "Since we all know each other, let's sit together!" I would've mercifully ended his idiotic existence right there with a well-placed Hand of Fate, if I hadn't remembered who his father was.
"That's a great idea, Trunks!" Yugi chimed in. "We can catch up on old times!" She placed her hand on my knee. "Isn't that right...Angelcakes?"
I nearly screamed when she touched me. As it was, I let out a horrified squeak at her old nickname for me.
"Angelcakes? What's that?" D asked as they pulled up another table. "Dessert?"
"Nope," Yugi replied. "It was my pet name for him."
"Oh? What was his name for you?" Trunks asked with a huge grin. I was really starting to hate that kid.
Yugi blushed. "Oh, I couldn't. But maybe you could...Angelcakes?"
There was no way I was going to tell them. But my mouth was suddenly beyond my control, and I heard myself say quite proudly, "My Sweet, Adorable Little Angel." Then I knew. She'd used her powers on me! Was there no justice?!
"Aw, how cute!" D cooed, smiling at us.
"Yes," Angewomon muttered quietly. "How...cute."
"I can't imagine why you guys ever broke up," Trunks said.
Oh, no. He didn't. The fool! We were all doomed!
Yugi could've turned me to solid ice with her smile. "Yes, Angelcakes. Why DID we break up?"
I said the only thing I could say. "I sobered up."
There was an astonished silence for a long moment.
"You were DRUNK?" Angewomon asked at last.
"Yes!" I cried, jumping to my feet. "I was in nothing more than a drunken stupor the entire three days! I have no memory of what happened!"
"Then how'd you know it was three days?" Yugi asked, grinning at me.
My jaw dropped. I could see I wasn't going to get away that easily. I would have to tell the truth...and get beaten to a bloody, feathery pulp in the process. "Fine. If you really must know--"
"Oh, we must," D interrupted.
I glared at her. "I found someone else."
The astonished silence was repeated.
"You were cheating on ME?!" Yugi cried.
"Of course not. I am an angel. I broke up with you as soon as I met her."
"And just who is this person?" Trunks asked with great interest.
"Well...her," I admitted, pointing at Angewomon. And it was true. When I met her, I knew she and I were destined to be. I also knew that Yugi was not walking on the side of angels. Even the side of demons was afraid of her.
"That's just WRONG!" D cried. "It's just like a man to leave as soon as he finds someone more attractive!"
"Excuse me?!" Yugi cried. "Who's side are you on?!"
"I dunno, girls," Trunks said dreamily. "She IS kinda hot."
Another astonished silence. Followed by the sound of Yugi blasting Trunks through the nearest wall.
"TRAITOR!" she screamed, scrambling out of the hole she'd just created. "I can't believe I ever went out with you!"
D followed at a distance, pausing to throw one more hateful glare at me.
Angewomon blinked slowly. "Well. That was...enlightening."
"I tried to tell you," I began, but she placed a finger against my lips.
"Angemon? Shut up and kiss me."
All my physical discomfort seemed to fade as we leaned forward. And then those damn helmets got in the way again. It felt as if someone had turned my head into a bell. When my ears finally stopped ringing, I found a slip of paper inside my left pocket. It simply read, "Call me! --D."
Before the confusion had a chance to register, Angewomon tilted my head upward. "NOW kiss me," she said. And this time, I did. The feel of her lips against mine was...well...heavenly (no pun intended). And when she broke the kiss, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her right there.
"Angewomon," I breathed, "does this mean what I think it does?"
"No," she replied, smiling and giving me a pat on the cheek. "I don't do that on the first date."
---------------
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners, you know the deal.
Summary: Angemon finally gets Angewomon to go out with him, but his ex shows up. (Don't you just HATE that?)
A Date with My Angel(s)
by XMAN0123
-----------
She looked so beautiful that night. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a stylish ponytail for perhaps the first and last time. Her wings looked so majestic, even when folded. And her eyes...well, I couldn't really see her eyes. That's the only bad thing about these damn helmets; they're never good for gazing into your date's eyes. But I imagine her eyes were as breathtaking as the rest of her.
I'm surprised she agreed to go out with me. Even after T.K. and Kari openly announced they were a couple, she still hesitated at the thought of becoming more than partners or allies in battle. But I expected that. Part of me wants to think she's just nervous about this whole destiny (or Digidestiny, as it were) thing. But part of me says she might be jealous. Yes, I defeated Devimon, and she defeated Myotismon, but to my knowledge, there never was a Magna Angewomon.
"Angemon?" she asked suddenly, turning to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Why did you ask me out? Really?"
I pretended to be shocked by her question. "You think I have another motive, other than that of enjoying your company?"
"Well, yes. You've never shown any interest in taking me out before, and you-"
"Just because you haven't noticed any interest," I interrupted smoothly, "doesn't mean it wasn't there, Angewomon."
She fell silent, just as I expected her to. That was good. If everything went according to plan, by midnight we'd be slow dancing under the stars. Ah, yes. I could almost feel her warm, lithe body pressed against mine just then...
"Angemon? Why are you looking at me like that?"
I wiped the giddy smile off my face and shook my head. "No reason. Just thinking of the future."
"Oh? What did you see?"
I took a sip of my champagne. "What else? An angel, of course. A very beautiful angel."
I wasn't sure, but I thought I could see a hint of red in her cheeks as she glanced away for a moment. Yes, everything was going just as I had planned it...until she walked in.
At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, and that an old memory of the past had returned, unbidden and unwelcome. But then I looked again, and I could feel all the color draining from my face. What the heck was she doing here, in the same bar as me, and on 'Digimon All-You-Can-Eat' night?! It couldn't have been a coincidence. Her Writer never even attempted Digimon fiction, and she hardly even knew many Digimon fictives. But there she was, along with two other people her size. With my luck, they were probably Muses, too.
"Angemon, what's wrong?" Angewomon asked. "You're so pale! You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Before I could reply, I heard a voice. "Hey, Yugi! Isn't that you-know-who?"
Just the mention of her name brought chills to my spine. I quickly grabbed a menu and tried to hide behind it, but it was too late. She had seen me.
"Hey, it is! Angemon! Oh, ANGEMOOOOOON!"
"Oh, God," I whispered, doubling over as I choked back the rising bile in my throat.
"Angemon?" Angewomon asked, suddenly at my side. "You look ill. Was it something in the food?" She steadied me with her hands. Normally, I would've reveled in the gentleness of her touch, but this was no time for celebration. It was a time for fear, disgust, and soon, outright humiliation. I prayed that by some miracle, she would just turn away before she reached us.
"Hey, Angemon! What are you hiding back here for? It's me!"
I slowly looked up. Yes, it was her, all right. Yugi stood on my right, smiling up at me as if I'd just given her a huge compliment. Behind her was D, the latest addition to her Writer's arsenal of Musery (or as I saw it, misery). They were accompanied by a Chibi Trunks fictive, who had a look on his face that said, "This is gonna be GOOD."
I shuddered involuntarily and fell back into Angewomon's waiting arms. If only I could've enjoyed the feeling of warmth as she embraced me protectively.
"Angemon, who are these people?" she asked.
Yugi's gaze drifted to Angewomon, and I waited for the explosion. There was none. Instead, Yugi smiled and held out her hand. "Hi! I'm Yugi!"
I tried to warn Angewomon, but she had already introduced herself and gripped Yugi's hand.
Yugi continued to smile brightly, even as she strengthened her grip on Angewomon's delicate hand. "I'm also Angemon's ex-girlfriend."
I moaned pitifully just at the mention of it. She had revealed my private shame, and to the new love of my life, no less. I felt as if Piedmon himself had run me through with his Trump Sword.
With some difficulty, Angewomon took her hand back. Then she turned to look at me. "Angemon, is that true?" There was a hint of pain in her voice. Perhaps she had thought that there were no others before her. Perhaps she was just in pain from Yugi's handshake. Either way, I knew the night would just get worse. I was right.
"Hey, I know!" Trunks said. "Since we all know each other, let's sit together!" I would've mercifully ended his idiotic existence right there with a well-placed Hand of Fate, if I hadn't remembered who his father was.
"That's a great idea, Trunks!" Yugi chimed in. "We can catch up on old times!" She placed her hand on my knee. "Isn't that right...Angelcakes?"
I nearly screamed when she touched me. As it was, I let out a horrified squeak at her old nickname for me.
"Angelcakes? What's that?" D asked as they pulled up another table. "Dessert?"
"Nope," Yugi replied. "It was my pet name for him."
"Oh? What was his name for you?" Trunks asked with a huge grin. I was really starting to hate that kid.
Yugi blushed. "Oh, I couldn't. But maybe you could...Angelcakes?"
There was no way I was going to tell them. But my mouth was suddenly beyond my control, and I heard myself say quite proudly, "My Sweet, Adorable Little Angel." Then I knew. She'd used her powers on me! Was there no justice?!
"Aw, how cute!" D cooed, smiling at us.
"Yes," Angewomon muttered quietly. "How...cute."
"I can't imagine why you guys ever broke up," Trunks said.
Oh, no. He didn't. The fool! We were all doomed!
Yugi could've turned me to solid ice with her smile. "Yes, Angelcakes. Why DID we break up?"
I said the only thing I could say. "I sobered up."
There was an astonished silence for a long moment.
"You were DRUNK?" Angewomon asked at last.
"Yes!" I cried, jumping to my feet. "I was in nothing more than a drunken stupor the entire three days! I have no memory of what happened!"
"Then how'd you know it was three days?" Yugi asked, grinning at me.
My jaw dropped. I could see I wasn't going to get away that easily. I would have to tell the truth...and get beaten to a bloody, feathery pulp in the process. "Fine. If you really must know--"
"Oh, we must," D interrupted.
I glared at her. "I found someone else."
The astonished silence was repeated.
"You were cheating on ME?!" Yugi cried.
"Of course not. I am an angel. I broke up with you as soon as I met her."
"And just who is this person?" Trunks asked with great interest.
"Well...her," I admitted, pointing at Angewomon. And it was true. When I met her, I knew she and I were destined to be. I also knew that Yugi was not walking on the side of angels. Even the side of demons was afraid of her.
"That's just WRONG!" D cried. "It's just like a man to leave as soon as he finds someone more attractive!"
"Excuse me?!" Yugi cried. "Who's side are you on?!"
"I dunno, girls," Trunks said dreamily. "She IS kinda hot."
Another astonished silence. Followed by the sound of Yugi blasting Trunks through the nearest wall.
"TRAITOR!" she screamed, scrambling out of the hole she'd just created. "I can't believe I ever went out with you!"
D followed at a distance, pausing to throw one more hateful glare at me.
Angewomon blinked slowly. "Well. That was...enlightening."
"I tried to tell you," I began, but she placed a finger against my lips.
"Angemon? Shut up and kiss me."
All my physical discomfort seemed to fade as we leaned forward. And then those damn helmets got in the way again. It felt as if someone had turned my head into a bell. When my ears finally stopped ringing, I found a slip of paper inside my left pocket. It simply read, "Call me! --D."
Before the confusion had a chance to register, Angewomon tilted my head upward. "NOW kiss me," she said. And this time, I did. The feel of her lips against mine was...well...heavenly (no pun intended). And when she broke the kiss, it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her right there.
"Angewomon," I breathed, "does this mean what I think it does?"
"No," she replied, smiling and giving me a pat on the cheek. "I don't do that on the first date."
---------------
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners, you know the deal.
