A/N: I made this as "Angst" because it doesn't end happily.
Disclaimer: Some of the dialogue from this chapter I took from the show. None of these digimon belong to me. Also, the title of this chapter is off a movie or song or something.
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter three: Only the Lonely
The flames danced and made the wood gently crackle. As hot as it was during the day, it was just as cold at night. Gatomon pulled her knees into her chest and watched the flames. Her eyes began to burn and water, but still she stared. It wasn't until she saw her companion stir that she looked away.
"Ah, you're awake," Gatomon said as the caped digimon slowly sat up.
He glanced wide-eyed at her, saying, "D-did you save me?"
"I didn't do that much," Gatomon assured him, feeling strangely nervous. "I just couldn't leave you lying there."
"Well, thanks," he began, using his gold staff to pull himself painfully to his feet. "I guess I'll be going now."
"Don't be silly," Gatomon blurted. "You're not strong enough to go."
"I know you helped me," he said, a hardness is his voice, "but I don't have anything for you."
Gatomon stared up at him in surprise. Why did he think she expected some kind of reward? Not even she knew why she helped him, but it wasn't for digidollars or anything else. Suddenly, she saw it. Even with his fists clenched and a hardness in his features, there was a sadness in his eyes. It was like his world was an empty place. Gatomon knew this feeling well. Countless times, she stared at the stone walls and felt as if she was just as cold and empty as her chambers at Myotismon's castle.
"I don't want anything," Gatomon muttered, looking back into the fire. "But you must be very lonely to say that."
"What do you mean?" he asked defensively.
"When you've been alone a long time, your heart becomes very hard," Gatomon explained, a glassy blur invading her vision. "It happens to everyone, you know...even me."
When Gatomon looked back up at her guest, he was watching her curiously. It made her self-conscious.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Gatomon," she said quietly, wondering why he wanted to know.
"I am Wizardmon," he said, bowing to her.
Gatomon stood up uncomfortably. No one had ever bowed to her before. Usually it was her doing the bowing. She never did it out of respect, though. She bowed because if she did not, she would be whipped. Wizardmon had no such motive.
"I can't believe the digimon of this town," Gatomon said, trying to make a conversation so things weren't so silent. "They just passed by you without even seeing if you were OK."
"Digimon are like that," Wizardmon muttered.
"It's hard to believe that they're all like that," Gatomon voiced. "I know I haven't been around very much, but I always hoped that there were better digimon out there."
"Well, I have been around," Wizardmon told her, "and I think it's a rare digimon that would help another without asking something in return. I never knew there was someone like you."
"Believe me," Gatomon insisted, "under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have bothered."
"So what made you?" Wizardmon queried.
"I don't know," Gatomon admitted.
Wizardmon's eyes fixed on hers. Gatomon looked away. She didn't like it when digimon looked at her eyes. Other than the fact that she hated her eyes and didn't want anyone to see them, when Wizardmon did, it gave her a strange feeling. It was like she was sick in her chest, not in her stomach where most sickness resides.
"Would you do something for me?" Gatomon asked quietly.
"Anything," Wizardmon promised.
"Could you stop looking at me like that?" Gatomon requested. "I don't like it."
"I'm sorry," Wizardmon said sincerely. "I didn't mean to offend you."
Gatomon didn't respond.
"I'm not around digimon much," Wizardmon disclosed., "so it's hard for me to know how to act around them."
"It's not that," Gatomon assured him, glancing his way. "It's me. I'm not around digimon much either. I'm especially not use to one looking at me like that."
"We have something in common, then," Wizardmon pointed out. "I guess being alone all the time is my own choice. I tend to not stay in one place very long, like I'm searching for something. I never have to time to make friends."
This made Gatomon sad. It must have been horrible to travel alone all his life. Somehow, it struck something deep down inside her. Suddenly, she could remember for just a second that she was once traveling alone. She was also searching for something. It must have been how she found herself near Myotismon's castle.
"Anything wrong?" Wizardmon asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Gatomon insisted. "Just a touch of nostalgia, I guess."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Wizardmon offered, leaning on his staff.
Gatomon displayed a fake smile and said, "Not really."
Wizardmon didn't look like he bought it, but he didn't push the subject. She was glad for that. He was staring at her again, though. Gatomon looked at the fire to avoid his eyes.
"So," Wizardmon began, "how did you come to be in the area? I don't believe you're a native."
"I am in town on business," Gatomon explained vaguely.
"I have interrupted your work," Wizardmon said, ashamed.
"Don't worry about it," Gatomon muttered. "It's not anything I'm too thrilled about doing."
"Why do you do it, then?" Wizardmon queried.
"You ask too many questions," Gatomon commented, wondering why he wanted to know so much.
"Forgive me," Wizardmon begged, lowering his eyes. "I did not mean to pry. I guess I have curiosity saved up from all that time with no one to talk to."
"It's fine," Gatomon told him. "I'm just not use to talking about myself."
"I can understand that," Wizardmon said, nodding.
Gatomon half-smiled.
"I do wish I had some way to repay your kindness," Wizardmon muttered.
"No need," Gatomon insisted.
"I do have one thing," Wizardmon said, a smile apparent in his voice. "I'm not sure how much value one would put on it, but it's something I'd like to share with you if you would allow me."
Gatomon looked at him suspiciously. She wondered what this thing might be and if she should consent to it. Still, what did she have to loose by accepting his gift?
"I suppose," Gatomon shrugged.
Wizardmon slowly walked up to her, his eyes fixed on hers. He was more than twice her size in height, but she didn't mind somehow. He held out his open hand to her. Gatomon looked at it in confusion. Hesitantly, she put her paw in his hand.
"Are you ready?" Wizardmon asked.
"I guess so," Gatomon muttered, not sure what she was supposed to be ready for.
Wizardmon jumped into the air, pulling Gatomon off the ground with him. Instead of falling back to the ground, they just kept going into the air. From fright, Gatomon threw her free paw out and latched on to Wizardmon's clothes with her claws. Wizardmon let go of her paw, putting his arm around her and pulling her close to his side. Gatomon felt safer being nearer to him, but was still trying to get over the initial shock.
"Are you OK?" Wizardmon asked in concern.
"Yes," Gatomon assured him. "I was just a bit startled."
The air rushing by tossed her ears and tail around. Gatomon pulled her claws out of Wizardmon's clothes and looked up at the moon. Though she was meters from the ground, the moon didn't look any closer. It was still nice to feel like she was gliding through the stars, even if the moon was still out of reach.
"How can you fly?" Gatomon asked excitedly. "You haven't got any wings."
"Magic," Wizardmon said, looking at her.
"Can we go higher?" Gatomon requested.
"Of course." As he replied, they zoomed off into the heavens.
Gatomon reached out her paw as they passed a fluffy cloud. It felt just like fog, damp and cold. Somehow, it didn't give the same feeling as fog did. Fog was sad and dark. This cloud was happy and dreamy. Gatomon just couldn't believe what was happening to her. This was one of her most impossible dreams and he did it. Wizardmon made her dream come true. She looked over at him, her eyes watering. Suddenly, she yawned.
"Oh, I am sorry," Wizardmon apologized. "You must be exhausted."
"No," Gatomon blurted, grabbing on to his vest. "I like it up here. Let's keep flying."
"As you wish," Wizardmon whispered.
Gatomon smiled. She wanted to enjoy every minute of the flight, but she could not keep her eyes open any longer. She thought if she could just rest them for a moment, it would be fine.
A/N: Ah! I love this chapter. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Some of the dialogue from this chapter I took from the show. None of these digimon belong to me. Also, the title of this chapter is off a movie or song or something.
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter three: Only the Lonely
The flames danced and made the wood gently crackle. As hot as it was during the day, it was just as cold at night. Gatomon pulled her knees into her chest and watched the flames. Her eyes began to burn and water, but still she stared. It wasn't until she saw her companion stir that she looked away.
"Ah, you're awake," Gatomon said as the caped digimon slowly sat up.
He glanced wide-eyed at her, saying, "D-did you save me?"
"I didn't do that much," Gatomon assured him, feeling strangely nervous. "I just couldn't leave you lying there."
"Well, thanks," he began, using his gold staff to pull himself painfully to his feet. "I guess I'll be going now."
"Don't be silly," Gatomon blurted. "You're not strong enough to go."
"I know you helped me," he said, a hardness is his voice, "but I don't have anything for you."
Gatomon stared up at him in surprise. Why did he think she expected some kind of reward? Not even she knew why she helped him, but it wasn't for digidollars or anything else. Suddenly, she saw it. Even with his fists clenched and a hardness in his features, there was a sadness in his eyes. It was like his world was an empty place. Gatomon knew this feeling well. Countless times, she stared at the stone walls and felt as if she was just as cold and empty as her chambers at Myotismon's castle.
"I don't want anything," Gatomon muttered, looking back into the fire. "But you must be very lonely to say that."
"What do you mean?" he asked defensively.
"When you've been alone a long time, your heart becomes very hard," Gatomon explained, a glassy blur invading her vision. "It happens to everyone, you know...even me."
When Gatomon looked back up at her guest, he was watching her curiously. It made her self-conscious.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Gatomon," she said quietly, wondering why he wanted to know.
"I am Wizardmon," he said, bowing to her.
Gatomon stood up uncomfortably. No one had ever bowed to her before. Usually it was her doing the bowing. She never did it out of respect, though. She bowed because if she did not, she would be whipped. Wizardmon had no such motive.
"I can't believe the digimon of this town," Gatomon said, trying to make a conversation so things weren't so silent. "They just passed by you without even seeing if you were OK."
"Digimon are like that," Wizardmon muttered.
"It's hard to believe that they're all like that," Gatomon voiced. "I know I haven't been around very much, but I always hoped that there were better digimon out there."
"Well, I have been around," Wizardmon told her, "and I think it's a rare digimon that would help another without asking something in return. I never knew there was someone like you."
"Believe me," Gatomon insisted, "under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have bothered."
"So what made you?" Wizardmon queried.
"I don't know," Gatomon admitted.
Wizardmon's eyes fixed on hers. Gatomon looked away. She didn't like it when digimon looked at her eyes. Other than the fact that she hated her eyes and didn't want anyone to see them, when Wizardmon did, it gave her a strange feeling. It was like she was sick in her chest, not in her stomach where most sickness resides.
"Would you do something for me?" Gatomon asked quietly.
"Anything," Wizardmon promised.
"Could you stop looking at me like that?" Gatomon requested. "I don't like it."
"I'm sorry," Wizardmon said sincerely. "I didn't mean to offend you."
Gatomon didn't respond.
"I'm not around digimon much," Wizardmon disclosed., "so it's hard for me to know how to act around them."
"It's not that," Gatomon assured him, glancing his way. "It's me. I'm not around digimon much either. I'm especially not use to one looking at me like that."
"We have something in common, then," Wizardmon pointed out. "I guess being alone all the time is my own choice. I tend to not stay in one place very long, like I'm searching for something. I never have to time to make friends."
This made Gatomon sad. It must have been horrible to travel alone all his life. Somehow, it struck something deep down inside her. Suddenly, she could remember for just a second that she was once traveling alone. She was also searching for something. It must have been how she found herself near Myotismon's castle.
"Anything wrong?" Wizardmon asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Gatomon insisted. "Just a touch of nostalgia, I guess."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Wizardmon offered, leaning on his staff.
Gatomon displayed a fake smile and said, "Not really."
Wizardmon didn't look like he bought it, but he didn't push the subject. She was glad for that. He was staring at her again, though. Gatomon looked at the fire to avoid his eyes.
"So," Wizardmon began, "how did you come to be in the area? I don't believe you're a native."
"I am in town on business," Gatomon explained vaguely.
"I have interrupted your work," Wizardmon said, ashamed.
"Don't worry about it," Gatomon muttered. "It's not anything I'm too thrilled about doing."
"Why do you do it, then?" Wizardmon queried.
"You ask too many questions," Gatomon commented, wondering why he wanted to know so much.
"Forgive me," Wizardmon begged, lowering his eyes. "I did not mean to pry. I guess I have curiosity saved up from all that time with no one to talk to."
"It's fine," Gatomon told him. "I'm just not use to talking about myself."
"I can understand that," Wizardmon said, nodding.
Gatomon half-smiled.
"I do wish I had some way to repay your kindness," Wizardmon muttered.
"No need," Gatomon insisted.
"I do have one thing," Wizardmon said, a smile apparent in his voice. "I'm not sure how much value one would put on it, but it's something I'd like to share with you if you would allow me."
Gatomon looked at him suspiciously. She wondered what this thing might be and if she should consent to it. Still, what did she have to loose by accepting his gift?
"I suppose," Gatomon shrugged.
Wizardmon slowly walked up to her, his eyes fixed on hers. He was more than twice her size in height, but she didn't mind somehow. He held out his open hand to her. Gatomon looked at it in confusion. Hesitantly, she put her paw in his hand.
"Are you ready?" Wizardmon asked.
"I guess so," Gatomon muttered, not sure what she was supposed to be ready for.
Wizardmon jumped into the air, pulling Gatomon off the ground with him. Instead of falling back to the ground, they just kept going into the air. From fright, Gatomon threw her free paw out and latched on to Wizardmon's clothes with her claws. Wizardmon let go of her paw, putting his arm around her and pulling her close to his side. Gatomon felt safer being nearer to him, but was still trying to get over the initial shock.
"Are you OK?" Wizardmon asked in concern.
"Yes," Gatomon assured him. "I was just a bit startled."
The air rushing by tossed her ears and tail around. Gatomon pulled her claws out of Wizardmon's clothes and looked up at the moon. Though she was meters from the ground, the moon didn't look any closer. It was still nice to feel like she was gliding through the stars, even if the moon was still out of reach.
"How can you fly?" Gatomon asked excitedly. "You haven't got any wings."
"Magic," Wizardmon said, looking at her.
"Can we go higher?" Gatomon requested.
"Of course." As he replied, they zoomed off into the heavens.
Gatomon reached out her paw as they passed a fluffy cloud. It felt just like fog, damp and cold. Somehow, it didn't give the same feeling as fog did. Fog was sad and dark. This cloud was happy and dreamy. Gatomon just couldn't believe what was happening to her. This was one of her most impossible dreams and he did it. Wizardmon made her dream come true. She looked over at him, her eyes watering. Suddenly, she yawned.
"Oh, I am sorry," Wizardmon apologized. "You must be exhausted."
"No," Gatomon blurted, grabbing on to his vest. "I like it up here. Let's keep flying."
"As you wish," Wizardmon whispered.
Gatomon smiled. She wanted to enjoy every minute of the flight, but she could not keep her eyes open any longer. She thought if she could just rest them for a moment, it would be fine.
A/N: Ah! I love this chapter. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Tell me what you think.