A/N: Sorry, Kyler, I don't know who Athena is. I did get excited when I saw a summery with the name Necromamon in it because I had that name in a fic (this one) I was planning. That summery might have been Athena's. I'm not sure.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these digimon or the digidestined.
What Your Love Means To Me
Gatomon glanced sleepy-eyed at the lit screen of Kari's computer and wondering why it was on so late. Kari was still asleep beside her and Gatomon didn't remember Kari turning on her computer before they went to bed. Curious, Gatomon climbed out of bed and walked over to the computer. The digiport was open to the Aine festival. Gatomon just spent the last two night there. Why was she being called back? It WAS the last day of the Aine Festival for the next four years.
Gatomon glanced back at Kari. Still asleep. Quickly, Gatomon grabbed Kari's digivice and pointed it toward the computer. She found herself whirling around and then suddenly in the midst of the Aine Festival. The gekomon, gazimon, kunemon and elecmon danced about gaily.
"May I have this dance?" came a soft, deep voice behind her.
She spun around and looked up at those familiar green eyes.
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Chapter eight: Rousing the Forgotten
It was Necromamon again, holding out a hand to her. She peered at him suspiciously. She didn't even know this mon. Why should she dance with him?
"May I?" Necromamon asked, looking down at her.
"I'm afraid you're a little large for me," Gatomon muttered, trying to make an excuse.
"I don't think so," Necromamon told her, his eyebrows raised and his eyes smiling.
Gatomon furrowed her brow. Something seemed very familiar. Suddenly, the beat of the music the digimon played slowed down. It was a soft, tranquil sound unlike the music of an Aine Festival.
"I think maybe I'll just digivolve," Gatomon told him.
Necromamon glanced her up and down quickly, then stepped back.
"Gatomon digivolve too..."
With the swish of long blonde hair and eight white wings, Gatomon became Angewomon.
"You are very beautiful," Necromamon commented, staring at her.
"And I am not as Gatomon?" Angewomon asked as she put her hands on her hips.
"You are...You are quite beautiful as Gatomon," Necromamon insisted. "But the beauty you are now is...breathtaking."
"Thank you for the compliment," Angewomon said, not the least flattered.
"Shall we...uh," Necromamon sputtered, indicating toward the dancing digimon.
"I suppose," Angewomon muttered, not really feeling like dancing but too considerate to back out now.
Necromamon apprehensively took her in his strong arms. Angewomon noted that he seemed more nervous when she was Angewomon than when she was Gatomon. She supposed that it was because a little cat is less threatening.
Angewomon rested her arm on Necromamon's shoulder as he began to slowly sway to the tranquil music. His bare skin had a strange feel to it. It was soft to the touch, but rather rough when she rubbed her hand against his gristly triceps. There was another feel too. She felt at ease, like nothing bad could possibly happen while she was in those arms. All the tenseness and suspicion drained from her as she set her head against his neck.
After the dance, Angewomon and Necromamon sat on the bank of the river and stared out at the shimmering water. The music of the Aine Festival in the distance. The stars shone like diamonds on a sheet of black velvet.
"So, wings, huh?" Necromamon muttered.
Angewomon glanced at him in confusion.
"I mean, you can fly," Necromamon said.
She continued to stare at him.
"That's got to be fun, huh?" Necromamon asked nervously.
"Can't you fly?" Angewomon retorted. "You caught me in mid air during that battle with Vilemon."
"Well, yeah, I can fly," Necromamon told her.
Angewomon raised an eyebrow, saying, "I don't understand you."
Necromamon shrugged.
Angewomon held back a giggle.
"Would you...do something for me?" Necromamon requested, not looking at her.
"Depends on what it is," Angewomon said reluctantly.
"Would you take off that helmet?" Necromamon asked, still not looking at her.
Angewomon glanced at him for a minute, quite taken-aback by his request. She could see no reason to not do as he wished, so Angewomon reached up and pulled off the helmet. She rarely removed it since she had never had a reason to before.
Necromamon stared straight into her eyes and muttered, "They're the same."
She blinked at him. She had never met a more confusing person. But the way he looked at her seemed very familiar. Staring into his deep green eyes and having him stare back made her feel heartsick. It was like something that she had long ago locked deep inside her was once again immerging. It made her want to laugh and cry at once.
"You can feel it too," Necromamon whispered, reaching up and touching her face.
Angewomon just nodded, too overwhelmed to say anything.
"I've been searching my entire life for you," Necromamon disclosed, still staring into her eyes.
He began to lean close to her. Angewomon had this longing to be near him, to have his lips on hers. Another feeling was also present. Fear. Before she knew what she was doing, Angewomon stood up and started running down the beach.
She called over her shoulder, "I've got to get back to Kari!"
A/N: I know Gatomon couldn't have digivolved to Angewomon without Kari and her crest and all, but let's forget that for a moment and muse about what's up with Necromamon. Also, I'm wondering if the whole flying thing made sense to you who have read "What My heart Was Looking For."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these digimon or the digidestined.
What Your Love Means To Me
Gatomon glanced sleepy-eyed at the lit screen of Kari's computer and wondering why it was on so late. Kari was still asleep beside her and Gatomon didn't remember Kari turning on her computer before they went to bed. Curious, Gatomon climbed out of bed and walked over to the computer. The digiport was open to the Aine festival. Gatomon just spent the last two night there. Why was she being called back? It WAS the last day of the Aine Festival for the next four years.
Gatomon glanced back at Kari. Still asleep. Quickly, Gatomon grabbed Kari's digivice and pointed it toward the computer. She found herself whirling around and then suddenly in the midst of the Aine Festival. The gekomon, gazimon, kunemon and elecmon danced about gaily.
"May I have this dance?" came a soft, deep voice behind her.
She spun around and looked up at those familiar green eyes.
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Chapter eight: Rousing the Forgotten
It was Necromamon again, holding out a hand to her. She peered at him suspiciously. She didn't even know this mon. Why should she dance with him?
"May I?" Necromamon asked, looking down at her.
"I'm afraid you're a little large for me," Gatomon muttered, trying to make an excuse.
"I don't think so," Necromamon told her, his eyebrows raised and his eyes smiling.
Gatomon furrowed her brow. Something seemed very familiar. Suddenly, the beat of the music the digimon played slowed down. It was a soft, tranquil sound unlike the music of an Aine Festival.
"I think maybe I'll just digivolve," Gatomon told him.
Necromamon glanced her up and down quickly, then stepped back.
"Gatomon digivolve too..."
With the swish of long blonde hair and eight white wings, Gatomon became Angewomon.
"You are very beautiful," Necromamon commented, staring at her.
"And I am not as Gatomon?" Angewomon asked as she put her hands on her hips.
"You are...You are quite beautiful as Gatomon," Necromamon insisted. "But the beauty you are now is...breathtaking."
"Thank you for the compliment," Angewomon said, not the least flattered.
"Shall we...uh," Necromamon sputtered, indicating toward the dancing digimon.
"I suppose," Angewomon muttered, not really feeling like dancing but too considerate to back out now.
Necromamon apprehensively took her in his strong arms. Angewomon noted that he seemed more nervous when she was Angewomon than when she was Gatomon. She supposed that it was because a little cat is less threatening.
Angewomon rested her arm on Necromamon's shoulder as he began to slowly sway to the tranquil music. His bare skin had a strange feel to it. It was soft to the touch, but rather rough when she rubbed her hand against his gristly triceps. There was another feel too. She felt at ease, like nothing bad could possibly happen while she was in those arms. All the tenseness and suspicion drained from her as she set her head against his neck.
After the dance, Angewomon and Necromamon sat on the bank of the river and stared out at the shimmering water. The music of the Aine Festival in the distance. The stars shone like diamonds on a sheet of black velvet.
"So, wings, huh?" Necromamon muttered.
Angewomon glanced at him in confusion.
"I mean, you can fly," Necromamon said.
She continued to stare at him.
"That's got to be fun, huh?" Necromamon asked nervously.
"Can't you fly?" Angewomon retorted. "You caught me in mid air during that battle with Vilemon."
"Well, yeah, I can fly," Necromamon told her.
Angewomon raised an eyebrow, saying, "I don't understand you."
Necromamon shrugged.
Angewomon held back a giggle.
"Would you...do something for me?" Necromamon requested, not looking at her.
"Depends on what it is," Angewomon said reluctantly.
"Would you take off that helmet?" Necromamon asked, still not looking at her.
Angewomon glanced at him for a minute, quite taken-aback by his request. She could see no reason to not do as he wished, so Angewomon reached up and pulled off the helmet. She rarely removed it since she had never had a reason to before.
Necromamon stared straight into her eyes and muttered, "They're the same."
She blinked at him. She had never met a more confusing person. But the way he looked at her seemed very familiar. Staring into his deep green eyes and having him stare back made her feel heartsick. It was like something that she had long ago locked deep inside her was once again immerging. It made her want to laugh and cry at once.
"You can feel it too," Necromamon whispered, reaching up and touching her face.
Angewomon just nodded, too overwhelmed to say anything.
"I've been searching my entire life for you," Necromamon disclosed, still staring into her eyes.
He began to lean close to her. Angewomon had this longing to be near him, to have his lips on hers. Another feeling was also present. Fear. Before she knew what she was doing, Angewomon stood up and started running down the beach.
She called over her shoulder, "I've got to get back to Kari!"
A/N: I know Gatomon couldn't have digivolved to Angewomon without Kari and her crest and all, but let's forget that for a moment and muse about what's up with Necromamon. Also, I'm wondering if the whole flying thing made sense to you who have read "What My heart Was Looking For."