AN: Don't be terribly upset if I add to what they said happened in the show. Of course, that's what this whole fic is about.
Disclaimer: None of the digimon belong to me, thought I do wish I had one of my own. She could be a cross between Gatomon and Evie from Pokemon and her name would be Cutiemon. lol
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter two: Cipher in the Sand
"Wake up!"
Gatomon's eyes shot open in start.
"Five more minutes," she groaned, stretching.
"Get moving! We're nearly there," DemiDevimon commanded.
"Don't get your fangs in a twist. I'm ready," Gatomon assured him, standing up. "I don't know why my first mission has to be plagued by the virus of the Digiworld."
DemiDevimon stuck out his tongue.
"Let's get going, maggot farms!" Gatomon shouted at the lounging bakemon. "Which way, DemiDevimon?"
"Just there," DemiDevimon pointed a foot across the dusty desert.
Through the dust, Gatomon saw the shadows of tall buildings. The wind beat against the rock shading Gatomon and the others.
"Don't get blown away!" Gatomon called over her shoulder as she bounded off toward the town.
In moments, her speed got her within town limits. The buildings around her were made of limestone and reflected the bright sun. The rock-like gotsumon chatted in the middle of the street. One of them laughed. It was a real laugh. Not one of spite or cruelty, but a laugh of joy. Fuzzy, purple gazimon rode scooters, chasing each other and having fun. Gatomon had never seen a place so free, where digimon did whatever they wished. And she was there to ruin everything, put them in slavery for Myotismon.
"Hey!" Gatomon said to a gotsumon. "Where can I find you're master?"
"Master?" The gotsumon laughed. "We don't even have a mayor. If we did, there would be someone to get that dead digimon out of the street."
"What dead digimon?" Gatomon asked, not sure why she even cared.
"He's down the street a bit," the gotsumon told her. "You can't miss him."
Curiousity compelled her to seek out this dead digimon. She only walked a little ways down the road when the dust settled, and she saw a caped digimon laying in the road. He sure looked dead. As Gatomon neared him, she took note of the skull on the front of his wizard's hat and the gold sun staff still clutched in his gloved hand. With the layers he wore, she wondered how he could have survived to get this far in the hot desert. If this mon was indeed dead, why had no one moved him? He was obviously in the way. How could he not be?
Gatomon took a step closer to him. Suddenly, the digimon stirred, and then looked up at her. His weary green eyes could not look at her long before the sun pierced them and he had to lower his head into the sand.
"He's alive!" Gatomon called to a nearby gotsumon. "Get me water!"
The gotsumon stood there as if asking why.
"Hurry, you rockhead!" Gatomon hissed.
Finally the gotsumon went into a building and returned with a clay bowl of water. Gatomon snatched the bowl from him and knelt beside the parched digimon.
"Here," she said, handing him the bowl, "drink this."
He pulled the bowl under the shade of his hat and drank what he could before passing out. Gatomon turned a disgruntled eye to several gazimon who had stopped to stare.
"Why have you left him here to die?" Gatomon shouted. "Would it have taken so much to give him water, pull him into the shade? Couldn't you, at least, have checked to see if he was alive or dead?"
The gazimon didn't answer. They just stared at her. A moment later, they looked down the street, then scattered to their homes. Gatomon looked to see what had frightened them so. It was DemiDevimon and the bakemon.
"What took you?" Gatomon asked with disinterest as she set her paw on the fainted digimon's arm.
"That wind was a killer," DemiDevimon complained. "We were almost dust in the wind."
"I wish you had been," Gatomon said under her breath.
"What have you got?" DemiDevimon asked, scanning the digimon. "A dead digimon?"
"He's not dead!" Gatomon grumbled. "Why does everyone assume that he is?"
"What are you planning on doing with it?" DemiDevimon retorted.
"I'm not sure," Gatomon muttered pensively. "Bakemon, carry him. We're going to go and make camp."
"No you're not!" DemiDevimon protested. "We've got a mission to complete."
"Won't the Gazi-Gatsu still be here tomorrow?" Gatomon asked rhetorically. "Bakemon, do as I say unless you want to be shreaded."
The bakemon rushed around the digimon and lifted him.
"There's no need for that," DemiDevimon asssured. "We'll stay at the Gazi-Gastu inn."
"I prefer the outdoors," Gatomon told him, leading the way for the bakemon. "You all stay at the inn if you want. He and I will be just outside of town."
"I'm supposed to keep an eye on you," DemiDevimon insisted.
"Did I not tell you to stay out of my way?" Gatomon asked.
"Why are you so concerned about some mon in the street?" DemiDevimon queried, looking at Gatomon suspiciously. "What's he to you?"
"Who said he was anything to me?" Gatomon shot at him. "It so happens that I thought he might make a good servant for Myotismon. Is that a satisfactory reason?"
Before DemiDevimon could answer, Gatomon and the bakemon headed off. They found the perfect spot just West of Gazi-Gatsu. It had a boulder to shade them during the day and a few prickly bushes around for comfort. Gatomon had the bakemon lay the unconscious digimon down by the large rock. Gatomon knelt beside the digimon, carefully examining him. He wore baggy off-white cover alls and a red vest. As part of his dark purple cape, there was a collar that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible. Wisps of blonde hair peaked out underneath the large wizard's hat. The outfit was completed with ratty brown boots and gloves so that around his eyes was the only spot of his gray skin showing.
The bakemon floated idly, staring at Gatomon.
"What?" she demanded. "Go back and play with DemiDevmon!"
They immediately obeyed her, leaving her alone with the digimon.
.A/N: Another short chapter. I'll try to make them longer if at all possible. Review and tell me what you think. No flames PLEASE.
Disclaimer: None of the digimon belong to me, thought I do wish I had one of my own. She could be a cross between Gatomon and Evie from Pokemon and her name would be Cutiemon. lol
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter two: Cipher in the Sand
"Wake up!"
Gatomon's eyes shot open in start.
"Five more minutes," she groaned, stretching.
"Get moving! We're nearly there," DemiDevimon commanded.
"Don't get your fangs in a twist. I'm ready," Gatomon assured him, standing up. "I don't know why my first mission has to be plagued by the virus of the Digiworld."
DemiDevimon stuck out his tongue.
"Let's get going, maggot farms!" Gatomon shouted at the lounging bakemon. "Which way, DemiDevimon?"
"Just there," DemiDevimon pointed a foot across the dusty desert.
Through the dust, Gatomon saw the shadows of tall buildings. The wind beat against the rock shading Gatomon and the others.
"Don't get blown away!" Gatomon called over her shoulder as she bounded off toward the town.
In moments, her speed got her within town limits. The buildings around her were made of limestone and reflected the bright sun. The rock-like gotsumon chatted in the middle of the street. One of them laughed. It was a real laugh. Not one of spite or cruelty, but a laugh of joy. Fuzzy, purple gazimon rode scooters, chasing each other and having fun. Gatomon had never seen a place so free, where digimon did whatever they wished. And she was there to ruin everything, put them in slavery for Myotismon.
"Hey!" Gatomon said to a gotsumon. "Where can I find you're master?"
"Master?" The gotsumon laughed. "We don't even have a mayor. If we did, there would be someone to get that dead digimon out of the street."
"What dead digimon?" Gatomon asked, not sure why she even cared.
"He's down the street a bit," the gotsumon told her. "You can't miss him."
Curiousity compelled her to seek out this dead digimon. She only walked a little ways down the road when the dust settled, and she saw a caped digimon laying in the road. He sure looked dead. As Gatomon neared him, she took note of the skull on the front of his wizard's hat and the gold sun staff still clutched in his gloved hand. With the layers he wore, she wondered how he could have survived to get this far in the hot desert. If this mon was indeed dead, why had no one moved him? He was obviously in the way. How could he not be?
Gatomon took a step closer to him. Suddenly, the digimon stirred, and then looked up at her. His weary green eyes could not look at her long before the sun pierced them and he had to lower his head into the sand.
"He's alive!" Gatomon called to a nearby gotsumon. "Get me water!"
The gotsumon stood there as if asking why.
"Hurry, you rockhead!" Gatomon hissed.
Finally the gotsumon went into a building and returned with a clay bowl of water. Gatomon snatched the bowl from him and knelt beside the parched digimon.
"Here," she said, handing him the bowl, "drink this."
He pulled the bowl under the shade of his hat and drank what he could before passing out. Gatomon turned a disgruntled eye to several gazimon who had stopped to stare.
"Why have you left him here to die?" Gatomon shouted. "Would it have taken so much to give him water, pull him into the shade? Couldn't you, at least, have checked to see if he was alive or dead?"
The gazimon didn't answer. They just stared at her. A moment later, they looked down the street, then scattered to their homes. Gatomon looked to see what had frightened them so. It was DemiDevimon and the bakemon.
"What took you?" Gatomon asked with disinterest as she set her paw on the fainted digimon's arm.
"That wind was a killer," DemiDevimon complained. "We were almost dust in the wind."
"I wish you had been," Gatomon said under her breath.
"What have you got?" DemiDevimon asked, scanning the digimon. "A dead digimon?"
"He's not dead!" Gatomon grumbled. "Why does everyone assume that he is?"
"What are you planning on doing with it?" DemiDevimon retorted.
"I'm not sure," Gatomon muttered pensively. "Bakemon, carry him. We're going to go and make camp."
"No you're not!" DemiDevimon protested. "We've got a mission to complete."
"Won't the Gazi-Gatsu still be here tomorrow?" Gatomon asked rhetorically. "Bakemon, do as I say unless you want to be shreaded."
The bakemon rushed around the digimon and lifted him.
"There's no need for that," DemiDevimon asssured. "We'll stay at the Gazi-Gastu inn."
"I prefer the outdoors," Gatomon told him, leading the way for the bakemon. "You all stay at the inn if you want. He and I will be just outside of town."
"I'm supposed to keep an eye on you," DemiDevimon insisted.
"Did I not tell you to stay out of my way?" Gatomon asked.
"Why are you so concerned about some mon in the street?" DemiDevimon queried, looking at Gatomon suspiciously. "What's he to you?"
"Who said he was anything to me?" Gatomon shot at him. "It so happens that I thought he might make a good servant for Myotismon. Is that a satisfactory reason?"
Before DemiDevimon could answer, Gatomon and the bakemon headed off. They found the perfect spot just West of Gazi-Gatsu. It had a boulder to shade them during the day and a few prickly bushes around for comfort. Gatomon had the bakemon lay the unconscious digimon down by the large rock. Gatomon knelt beside the digimon, carefully examining him. He wore baggy off-white cover alls and a red vest. As part of his dark purple cape, there was a collar that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible. Wisps of blonde hair peaked out underneath the large wizard's hat. The outfit was completed with ratty brown boots and gloves so that around his eyes was the only spot of his gray skin showing.
The bakemon floated idly, staring at Gatomon.
"What?" she demanded. "Go back and play with DemiDevmon!"
They immediately obeyed her, leaving her alone with the digimon.
.A/N: Another short chapter. I'll try to make them longer if at all possible. Review and tell me what you think. No flames PLEASE.