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What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter seven: A Piece of Heaven
Gatomon found herself waking up before she even knew she had fallen asleep. It was still quite dark, but a faint glow on the horizon signaled the arise of the sun. Gatomon couldn't believe that Wizardmon had been flying all nightand part of the day before. They were now gliding over mountain peaks. The air was a little thin, but Gatomon didn't mind. She kept watching as the glow on the horizon grew and stretched forth pink and orange fingers. It was beautiful.
Suddenly, they dove into the center of the mountain range. For a second, Gatomon thought Wizardmon had fallen asleep. She gasped and sunk her claws into his clothes from fright. They stopped in midair.
"I'm terribly sorry. Did I wake you?" Wizardmon asked, looking at her.
"No," Gatomon assured him, "but you did frighten me."
"Forgive me," Wizardmon begged. "I guess I wasn't thinking."
"Just warn me next time you do something like that," Gatomon requested.
Wizardmon nodded.
"I was wishing you were awake to see the sun rise," he told her.
Gatomon stared off at the streaking colors and sighed.
"It's so beautiful from up here," she commented.
"I've see the sun rise like this many times," Wizardmon told her, "but I've never before had someone to share it with."
Gatomon smiled, saying, "Is this the special place we were going to?'
"No, but we're close," Wizardmon assured her.
"Can we stay up here just a moment longer?" Gatomon requested, meeting his eyes.
"Anything you want," he said.
Gatomon kept looking at his eyes for a moment and having him look back into hers. She got that strange sick feeling in her chest again. She wanted to look away so the feeling would leave, but she didn't. All she wanted to do was sink into his dark green iris' where it was safe and warm and stay there forever. But she couldn't ignore the fact that he was staring at her too. Quickly, she looked at the sunrise.
"Gatomon, I want to say something," Wizardmon began nervously, "but I'm afraid you'll get mad."
Gatomon took a deep breath and said, "Go ahead and say it."
"You..." Wizardmon sputtered, "you have the most...beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
Gatomon gawked at him in surprise. She could hardly believe it. Myotismon had always said that her eyes were the most offensive and abhorrent things in existence. It didn't make sense that Myotismon would hate her eyes while Wizardmon thought they were beautiful. Of course, she trusted Wizardmon much more than she trusted Myotismon.
"Are you mad?" Wizardmon asked worriedly. "You're not saying anything."
Gatomon shook her head and smiled, saying, "Thank you."
Wizardmon's eyes smiled at her.
"OK," he began, "we're going to drive down there between the mountains. You should probably keep your face covered. There could be flying ice or anything on the way down. It would be best to hold on tight too. Use your claws if you have to. We'll be going fast."
Gatomon nodded.
"Ready?" Wizardmon asked. "Here we go."
Gatomon sunk her claws into him and buried her face into his vest. She felt her feet and tail fly up rapidly when they dropped. She could hear Wizardmon muffle a groan as her claws sunk deeper. The falling increased in speed. For a second, she was afraid that the tail ring would fly off, but it remained secure. Gatomon wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. They gradually began to slow. Then, they stopped completely.
"We've landed," Wizardmon informed.
Gatomon released her claw grip and dropped to the ground. She took long deep breathes.
"Are you OK?" Wizardmon asked.
"Out...of... breath...is all," she breathed.
Gatomon looked up at Wizardmon. He was holding his hat in his hands, the top of his hair hopelessly disheveled. This made her laugh.
"What?" Wizardmon asked, feeling the top of his hair and then quickly putting his hat back on.
Once Gatomon stopped laughing, she noticed the three small holes in Wizardmon's side.
"Oh!" she exclaimed worriedly as the area stained red. "I'm so terribly sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Wizardmon insisted, holding his side. "It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt."
Gatomon knew he was lying.
"Maybe we should just take a look at it," she suggested.
"Don't trouble yourself," Wizardmon said adamantly. "I'll take care of it. I'll be right back."
Wizardmon walked over to a small temple and went inside. This was the first time Gatomon had even noticed it. The blue-gray roof formed two points with a small slope between them. White steps led to a small porch-type area held up by two columns. Instead of the doorway being dark, it was rather bright, even before Wizardmon had gone in there. Had someone left a lamp burning? Were they expected? Gatomon dropped the thought and looked around the rest of the place. They were in a sort of rift in the mountains with no way of getting in except for flying down the way that Gatomon and Wizardmon did. The rock walls surrounding the area were cold and carried slivers of ice, yet the grass was green and the temperature of the air was quite warm. A small pond with various waterweeds springing up around it sat to the right of the temple. A large weeping willow with white flowers was to the temple's left. It was an understatement for Wizardmon to refer to this place at special. It was magical.
"So, what do you think?" Wizardmon asked, immerging from the temple doorway.
"I've never seen a place like it," Gatomon commented, still looking around to take in everything. "How did you come upon it?"
"I grew up here," Wizardmon told her. "I hatched here and remained here until I had the ability to leave."
"Why would you want to leave here?" Gatomon asked, eyeing the fish merrily swimming in the pond.
"I was searching for something," Wizardmon reminded her.
Gatomon wanted to ask what he was searching for, but the way he said it made her think that if he wanted her to know, he would have told her. So she left the subject alone.
"Would it be all right," Gatomon began, "if I climbed the tree?"
"Be my guest," Wizardmon allowed.
Overwhelmed with excitement, Gatomon sprinted over to the tree and, just as swiftly, climbed up to a crotch where she could lay. Once there, she began to lick her paw and wipe it against her face. It had been so long since she had done anything truly feline.
"If you're comfortable," Wizardmon began, looking up at her, "you could sleep up there."
"That would be divine!" Gatomon exclaimed, stretching her back.
**************
That night, though Gatomon was heavenly comfortable, she had a hard time sleeping. She lay sprawled out on the branch, watching her tail sway. She gently swatted at the gold ring, watching it shimmer. The moonlight sweetly glittered down on her through the leaves. The soft splashing of the fish in the pond was like a lullaby. Each sight, sound, smell, and feel echoed the word "sleep", but she was still unable to. Gatomon wondered if Wizardmon was having the trouble that she was.
Gatomon jumped down from the tree, landing right on her feet, and started toward the temple. The doorway wasn't as bright as fire like it had been the day before, but it did radiate a faint glow. She continued through, awed at the sight. The entire back wall of the temple, and part of the roof, was a stained-glass window. The moonlit pieces depicted an angel. She had eight large, white wings and long golden hair. She was everything Gatomon had imagined an angel to be; a perfect warrior, yet beautiful and graceful.
Wizardmon lay beneath the window, his hat, vest and staff set aside. The top half of his coveralls lay under him, exposing his arms and chest, white gauze wrapped around his side where Gatomon had punctured him. The lights from the window reflected colors onto Wizardmon's bare, gray skin. She walked over to him and knelt down. His eyes were still closed and his chest rose and fell evenly. Gatomon gently touched his dressed wound. For an instant, Wizardmon's face grimaced, but then softened. She couldn't believe she had done that to him and he didn't even care.
"You're wonderful," Gatomon whispered, running her paw up his coarse skin.
Slowly, Wizardmon's eyes opened. Upon seeing her, he sat up instantly and looked at her nervously. Gatomon didn't say anything, just stared into his green eyes as she gently pushed him back down. Setting her head on his chest, Gatomon listened to his heart beat rather swiftly as she closed her eyes. Each soft beat led Gatomon closer and closer to sleep.
A/N: **sigh** Please review and tell me what you think. No flames, please!
What My Heart Was Looking For
Chapter seven: A Piece of Heaven
Gatomon found herself waking up before she even knew she had fallen asleep. It was still quite dark, but a faint glow on the horizon signaled the arise of the sun. Gatomon couldn't believe that Wizardmon had been flying all nightand part of the day before. They were now gliding over mountain peaks. The air was a little thin, but Gatomon didn't mind. She kept watching as the glow on the horizon grew and stretched forth pink and orange fingers. It was beautiful.
Suddenly, they dove into the center of the mountain range. For a second, Gatomon thought Wizardmon had fallen asleep. She gasped and sunk her claws into his clothes from fright. They stopped in midair.
"I'm terribly sorry. Did I wake you?" Wizardmon asked, looking at her.
"No," Gatomon assured him, "but you did frighten me."
"Forgive me," Wizardmon begged. "I guess I wasn't thinking."
"Just warn me next time you do something like that," Gatomon requested.
Wizardmon nodded.
"I was wishing you were awake to see the sun rise," he told her.
Gatomon stared off at the streaking colors and sighed.
"It's so beautiful from up here," she commented.
"I've see the sun rise like this many times," Wizardmon told her, "but I've never before had someone to share it with."
Gatomon smiled, saying, "Is this the special place we were going to?'
"No, but we're close," Wizardmon assured her.
"Can we stay up here just a moment longer?" Gatomon requested, meeting his eyes.
"Anything you want," he said.
Gatomon kept looking at his eyes for a moment and having him look back into hers. She got that strange sick feeling in her chest again. She wanted to look away so the feeling would leave, but she didn't. All she wanted to do was sink into his dark green iris' where it was safe and warm and stay there forever. But she couldn't ignore the fact that he was staring at her too. Quickly, she looked at the sunrise.
"Gatomon, I want to say something," Wizardmon began nervously, "but I'm afraid you'll get mad."
Gatomon took a deep breath and said, "Go ahead and say it."
"You..." Wizardmon sputtered, "you have the most...beautiful eyes I've ever seen."
Gatomon gawked at him in surprise. She could hardly believe it. Myotismon had always said that her eyes were the most offensive and abhorrent things in existence. It didn't make sense that Myotismon would hate her eyes while Wizardmon thought they were beautiful. Of course, she trusted Wizardmon much more than she trusted Myotismon.
"Are you mad?" Wizardmon asked worriedly. "You're not saying anything."
Gatomon shook her head and smiled, saying, "Thank you."
Wizardmon's eyes smiled at her.
"OK," he began, "we're going to drive down there between the mountains. You should probably keep your face covered. There could be flying ice or anything on the way down. It would be best to hold on tight too. Use your claws if you have to. We'll be going fast."
Gatomon nodded.
"Ready?" Wizardmon asked. "Here we go."
Gatomon sunk her claws into him and buried her face into his vest. She felt her feet and tail fly up rapidly when they dropped. She could hear Wizardmon muffle a groan as her claws sunk deeper. The falling increased in speed. For a second, she was afraid that the tail ring would fly off, but it remained secure. Gatomon wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. They gradually began to slow. Then, they stopped completely.
"We've landed," Wizardmon informed.
Gatomon released her claw grip and dropped to the ground. She took long deep breathes.
"Are you OK?" Wizardmon asked.
"Out...of... breath...is all," she breathed.
Gatomon looked up at Wizardmon. He was holding his hat in his hands, the top of his hair hopelessly disheveled. This made her laugh.
"What?" Wizardmon asked, feeling the top of his hair and then quickly putting his hat back on.
Once Gatomon stopped laughing, she noticed the three small holes in Wizardmon's side.
"Oh!" she exclaimed worriedly as the area stained red. "I'm so terribly sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Wizardmon insisted, holding his side. "It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt."
Gatomon knew he was lying.
"Maybe we should just take a look at it," she suggested.
"Don't trouble yourself," Wizardmon said adamantly. "I'll take care of it. I'll be right back."
Wizardmon walked over to a small temple and went inside. This was the first time Gatomon had even noticed it. The blue-gray roof formed two points with a small slope between them. White steps led to a small porch-type area held up by two columns. Instead of the doorway being dark, it was rather bright, even before Wizardmon had gone in there. Had someone left a lamp burning? Were they expected? Gatomon dropped the thought and looked around the rest of the place. They were in a sort of rift in the mountains with no way of getting in except for flying down the way that Gatomon and Wizardmon did. The rock walls surrounding the area were cold and carried slivers of ice, yet the grass was green and the temperature of the air was quite warm. A small pond with various waterweeds springing up around it sat to the right of the temple. A large weeping willow with white flowers was to the temple's left. It was an understatement for Wizardmon to refer to this place at special. It was magical.
"So, what do you think?" Wizardmon asked, immerging from the temple doorway.
"I've never seen a place like it," Gatomon commented, still looking around to take in everything. "How did you come upon it?"
"I grew up here," Wizardmon told her. "I hatched here and remained here until I had the ability to leave."
"Why would you want to leave here?" Gatomon asked, eyeing the fish merrily swimming in the pond.
"I was searching for something," Wizardmon reminded her.
Gatomon wanted to ask what he was searching for, but the way he said it made her think that if he wanted her to know, he would have told her. So she left the subject alone.
"Would it be all right," Gatomon began, "if I climbed the tree?"
"Be my guest," Wizardmon allowed.
Overwhelmed with excitement, Gatomon sprinted over to the tree and, just as swiftly, climbed up to a crotch where she could lay. Once there, she began to lick her paw and wipe it against her face. It had been so long since she had done anything truly feline.
"If you're comfortable," Wizardmon began, looking up at her, "you could sleep up there."
"That would be divine!" Gatomon exclaimed, stretching her back.
**************
That night, though Gatomon was heavenly comfortable, she had a hard time sleeping. She lay sprawled out on the branch, watching her tail sway. She gently swatted at the gold ring, watching it shimmer. The moonlight sweetly glittered down on her through the leaves. The soft splashing of the fish in the pond was like a lullaby. Each sight, sound, smell, and feel echoed the word "sleep", but she was still unable to. Gatomon wondered if Wizardmon was having the trouble that she was.
Gatomon jumped down from the tree, landing right on her feet, and started toward the temple. The doorway wasn't as bright as fire like it had been the day before, but it did radiate a faint glow. She continued through, awed at the sight. The entire back wall of the temple, and part of the roof, was a stained-glass window. The moonlit pieces depicted an angel. She had eight large, white wings and long golden hair. She was everything Gatomon had imagined an angel to be; a perfect warrior, yet beautiful and graceful.
Wizardmon lay beneath the window, his hat, vest and staff set aside. The top half of his coveralls lay under him, exposing his arms and chest, white gauze wrapped around his side where Gatomon had punctured him. The lights from the window reflected colors onto Wizardmon's bare, gray skin. She walked over to him and knelt down. His eyes were still closed and his chest rose and fell evenly. Gatomon gently touched his dressed wound. For an instant, Wizardmon's face grimaced, but then softened. She couldn't believe she had done that to him and he didn't even care.
"You're wonderful," Gatomon whispered, running her paw up his coarse skin.
Slowly, Wizardmon's eyes opened. Upon seeing her, he sat up instantly and looked at her nervously. Gatomon didn't say anything, just stared into his green eyes as she gently pushed him back down. Setting her head on his chest, Gatomon listened to his heart beat rather swiftly as she closed her eyes. Each soft beat led Gatomon closer and closer to sleep.
A/N: **sigh** Please review and tell me what you think. No flames, please!