A/N: This is a sequel to "What My Heart Was Looking For", but it should make sense without having to read it. With the addition of the digidestined into this story, the storyline might get more complicated and won't just center around Gatomon and Wizardmon. Also, I will be using the American names for all the characters because I don't know their Japanese or other names.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these digimon or the digidestined.
What Your Love Means To Me
Chapter one: Nostalgia's Sting
"Grizzly Wing!"
Gatomon stood her ground in front of her young digidestined, hoping that she would get most the attack and leave Kari with minimal injuries. Suddenly, a figure stepped in front of them, the blast hitting him square in the chest. Gatomon and Kari were frozen as they watched the digimon fall to the ground, motionless.
"Oh, no!" Gatomon yelled, running to his side.
"Wizardmon, are you OK? Please answer," Kari begged.
"Are you all right, Gatomon?" Wizardmon asked, turning his weary eyes toward her.
"You saved me," Gatomon said, tears invading her vision. "I'm so sorry."
"About what?" Wizardmon asked, pain apparent in his voice.
"Sorry I got you involved in this," Gatomon muttered, lowering her eyes.
"Don't be sorry," Wizardmon insisted, lifting his hand to Gatomon's cheek. "I have no regrets. If I hadn't met you, my life would have no meaning. I'm glad that we were...friends."
"Best forever," Gatomon promised, tears soaking into Wizardmon's glove.
"Thank you for everything," Wizardmon said. "You're more to me than you'll ever know."
Wizardmon let out a breath, dropped his hand, and closed his eyes.
"Please, don't leave, Wizardmon," Kari cried.
It was too late. Wizardmon slowly disappeared. He was gone.
"Wizardmon!" Gatomon cried, laying on the spot where he had been.
She felt Kari's little hand set on her back. It was little comfort.
A shadow fell over them. Gatomon glanced up at the tall figure who had killed her best friend. His yellow eyes shined down on her and he gave a cruel chuckle, his fangs showing.
"Crimson lightening!" he shouted.
A load crack of thunder frightened Gatomon, and she flung from her bed, cold sweat and tears dripping down her face. She took deep breathes, trying to tell herself that it was only a dream. It wasn't only a dream. Wizardmon had died six years ago, leaving Gatomon with a empty place in her heart. She just wished she remembered at the time how much she loved him, so that Wizardmon wouldn't have had to die not knowing.
"Gatomon, are you all right?" Kari asked, sitting up. "What's wrong?"
"I'm OK," Gatomon said, wiping her tears away. "It was just a dream."
"Oh, I hate nightmares," Kari commented. "And you can't stop thinking of it too. The best way to cure that is with late night TV and hot cocoa. How about it?"
Gatomon looked at Kari's kind smile and somehow felt better. She nodded.
"Great!" Kari said happily as she jumped out of bed.
Gatomon followed her out of her room. It was terribly dark in the hall.
"Why don't you pick out something sappy while I make the cocoa?" Kari suggested. "And we need to try and be quiet so that we don't wake Mom, Dad, and Tai."
Gatomon agreed and started toward the living room. She jumped up, turning on the light switch, then walked over to the video shelf. Kari had many movies that fit under the "sappy" category. Gatomon wasn't much for love stories because they depressed her so, but she figured anything that might get her mind off that dream was worth trying. She picked "The Princess Bride" and slipped it into the VCR.
"The cocoa won't be ready for a few minutes," Kari said as she walked over and sat by Gatomon on the couch.
The movie started with a little boy sitting in bed. Gatomon tried to concentrate on the movie, but the image of Wizardmon being blasted by Myotismon still haunted her mind. Sometimes, she wished she had never met Wizardmon, then he would not have died. That wasn't true. He would have died alone in the desert if Gatomon hadn't come along. Besides that, Gatomon and both worlds would be under Myotismon's power. If Wizardmon wasn't there to remind her of who she really was, she would have never digivolved and defeated Myotismon. The truth was that Gatomon couldn't have lived without him.
There was a soft whistling coming from the kitchen. Kari jumped up and ran in there to take the kettle off the burner. Gatomon glanced at the TV. Wesley had just died, and Buttercup had locked herself in her room.
"I will never love again," Buttercup said dismally.
"I'll never love again," Gatomon repeated at a whisper.
Kari handed Gatomon a warm mug of cocoa. She held the cup close to her, trying to get a rid of a deathly chill that was running all over her entire body. What she would have given to have Wizardmon's arms around her at that moment. Only in his arms could she escape the pain and fear.
She thought back on her first mission for Myotismon, a day after she met Wizardmon. She sat crying, sorrowed about her past and her life. Wizardmon's hand rested on her shoulder. His touch was so tender. She turned toward him. Gatomon threw her arms around him and sobbed. In his arms, she felt safe, like anything was possible. It was then that he suggested they run away and not return to Myotismon. Gatomon wasn't sure at first, but then she looked into his determined green eyes and felt like they actually had a chance.
Kari laughed at the three men who kidnapped Buttercup. She found them so funny as they made stupid rhymes. Gatomon tried to smile as Kari nudged her.
"Those guys are so silly," Kari laughed.
Gatomon just nodded.
"This isn't helping, is it?" Kari asked, her smile fading.
"I'm sorry, Kari," Gatomon sniffled. "I just can't seem to get my mind off certain things lately."
"I wish I could better help," Kari muttered sadly.
"I just need some rest," Gatomon whispered.
She set her head on Kari's lap and curled up. Kari rubbed her fur gently to soothe her.
A/N: Extremely short first chapter, I know. But they should get longer.
A/N: I don't know how accurate my years were. I just made it up. I said that Kari was about eight when Wizardmon died, and that she was probably twelve now. So, I thought six years would be a good estimate. If anyone knows really how old Kari was at those times, I would like to know how off I was.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these digimon or the digidestined.
What Your Love Means To Me
Chapter one: Nostalgia's Sting
"Grizzly Wing!"
Gatomon stood her ground in front of her young digidestined, hoping that she would get most the attack and leave Kari with minimal injuries. Suddenly, a figure stepped in front of them, the blast hitting him square in the chest. Gatomon and Kari were frozen as they watched the digimon fall to the ground, motionless.
"Oh, no!" Gatomon yelled, running to his side.
"Wizardmon, are you OK? Please answer," Kari begged.
"Are you all right, Gatomon?" Wizardmon asked, turning his weary eyes toward her.
"You saved me," Gatomon said, tears invading her vision. "I'm so sorry."
"About what?" Wizardmon asked, pain apparent in his voice.
"Sorry I got you involved in this," Gatomon muttered, lowering her eyes.
"Don't be sorry," Wizardmon insisted, lifting his hand to Gatomon's cheek. "I have no regrets. If I hadn't met you, my life would have no meaning. I'm glad that we were...friends."
"Best forever," Gatomon promised, tears soaking into Wizardmon's glove.
"Thank you for everything," Wizardmon said. "You're more to me than you'll ever know."
Wizardmon let out a breath, dropped his hand, and closed his eyes.
"Please, don't leave, Wizardmon," Kari cried.
It was too late. Wizardmon slowly disappeared. He was gone.
"Wizardmon!" Gatomon cried, laying on the spot where he had been.
She felt Kari's little hand set on her back. It was little comfort.
A shadow fell over them. Gatomon glanced up at the tall figure who had killed her best friend. His yellow eyes shined down on her and he gave a cruel chuckle, his fangs showing.
"Crimson lightening!" he shouted.
A load crack of thunder frightened Gatomon, and she flung from her bed, cold sweat and tears dripping down her face. She took deep breathes, trying to tell herself that it was only a dream. It wasn't only a dream. Wizardmon had died six years ago, leaving Gatomon with a empty place in her heart. She just wished she remembered at the time how much she loved him, so that Wizardmon wouldn't have had to die not knowing.
"Gatomon, are you all right?" Kari asked, sitting up. "What's wrong?"
"I'm OK," Gatomon said, wiping her tears away. "It was just a dream."
"Oh, I hate nightmares," Kari commented. "And you can't stop thinking of it too. The best way to cure that is with late night TV and hot cocoa. How about it?"
Gatomon looked at Kari's kind smile and somehow felt better. She nodded.
"Great!" Kari said happily as she jumped out of bed.
Gatomon followed her out of her room. It was terribly dark in the hall.
"Why don't you pick out something sappy while I make the cocoa?" Kari suggested. "And we need to try and be quiet so that we don't wake Mom, Dad, and Tai."
Gatomon agreed and started toward the living room. She jumped up, turning on the light switch, then walked over to the video shelf. Kari had many movies that fit under the "sappy" category. Gatomon wasn't much for love stories because they depressed her so, but she figured anything that might get her mind off that dream was worth trying. She picked "The Princess Bride" and slipped it into the VCR.
"The cocoa won't be ready for a few minutes," Kari said as she walked over and sat by Gatomon on the couch.
The movie started with a little boy sitting in bed. Gatomon tried to concentrate on the movie, but the image of Wizardmon being blasted by Myotismon still haunted her mind. Sometimes, she wished she had never met Wizardmon, then he would not have died. That wasn't true. He would have died alone in the desert if Gatomon hadn't come along. Besides that, Gatomon and both worlds would be under Myotismon's power. If Wizardmon wasn't there to remind her of who she really was, she would have never digivolved and defeated Myotismon. The truth was that Gatomon couldn't have lived without him.
There was a soft whistling coming from the kitchen. Kari jumped up and ran in there to take the kettle off the burner. Gatomon glanced at the TV. Wesley had just died, and Buttercup had locked herself in her room.
"I will never love again," Buttercup said dismally.
"I'll never love again," Gatomon repeated at a whisper.
Kari handed Gatomon a warm mug of cocoa. She held the cup close to her, trying to get a rid of a deathly chill that was running all over her entire body. What she would have given to have Wizardmon's arms around her at that moment. Only in his arms could she escape the pain and fear.
She thought back on her first mission for Myotismon, a day after she met Wizardmon. She sat crying, sorrowed about her past and her life. Wizardmon's hand rested on her shoulder. His touch was so tender. She turned toward him. Gatomon threw her arms around him and sobbed. In his arms, she felt safe, like anything was possible. It was then that he suggested they run away and not return to Myotismon. Gatomon wasn't sure at first, but then she looked into his determined green eyes and felt like they actually had a chance.
Kari laughed at the three men who kidnapped Buttercup. She found them so funny as they made stupid rhymes. Gatomon tried to smile as Kari nudged her.
"Those guys are so silly," Kari laughed.
Gatomon just nodded.
"This isn't helping, is it?" Kari asked, her smile fading.
"I'm sorry, Kari," Gatomon sniffled. "I just can't seem to get my mind off certain things lately."
"I wish I could better help," Kari muttered sadly.
"I just need some rest," Gatomon whispered.
She set her head on Kari's lap and curled up. Kari rubbed her fur gently to soothe her.
A/N: Extremely short first chapter, I know. But they should get longer.
A/N: I don't know how accurate my years were. I just made it up. I said that Kari was about eight when Wizardmon died, and that she was probably twelve now. So, I thought six years would be a good estimate. If anyone knows really how old Kari was at those times, I would like to know how off I was.