A/N: This entire chapter is based on something that came out of my head. I don't know at all if this is how things work or not. I made it up. If you know better, just try to enjoy my imagination. K? ; D
A/N 2: A little of this won't make sense if you haven't read the first part, "What My Heart Was Looking For."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the digidestined or their digimon or Wizardmon.
WHAT YOUR LOVE MEANS TO ME
"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!"
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Chapter Nine: The Resurrection
Necromamon watched in sadness as she ran off. He had expected it to go better. Of course, he did realize how confusing it must be to feel something that didn't seem like it could be. He sensed that Angewomon felt Wizardmon in him. Necromamon was dying to tell Angewomon everything, but for some reason he couldn't. He was afraid to. He was afraid she would be mad at him for having been gone such a long time. It wasn't his fault, though.
After Wizardmon's body disappeared, his spirit lingered. He just couldn't leave Gatomon. She meant everything to him. It was unfortunate that he could not leave the TV station where he was killed, so he had to call her to him. It was heaven just to look in those big blue eyes once more, the most beautiful eyes. Finally, after giving the digidestined some advice, he knew he had to go on. Gatomon would survive without him. She was strong. She had always been strong.
With a bright light and a warm feeling, Wizardmon found himself sitting in a cradle with cutsie block buildings and digi-eggs scattered all around. Where was he? Was this heaven? He blinked a few times and sucked on a pacifier.
"Just hatched?" came a squeaky voice near him. It was a small green ball in a cradle to his right. She smiled and blinked her large black eyes.
"Where am I?" he asked her.
"Don't you know?" the digimon asked him. "You're at Primary Village. This is where digimon are re-born. Digimon never die, you know. Didn't your guardian ever teach you anything?"
"I don't have a guardian," Baby Wizardmon muttered, sucking on his pacifier.
"You must be one of the chosen digimon, then," the green digimon told her. "Do you have a human looking for you?"
"I don't think so," Baby Wizardmon said. "I didn't have one in my last life."
"Hmm," the digimon shrugged. "I don't know how you can not have a guardian or a human."
"Who's your guardian?" Baby Wizardmon asked.
"Oh, mine is Anjiru," the green digimon smiled. "Once I get to my In-Training level, she'll come to get me and the others she's in the charge of."
"Will someone come for me?" Baby Wizardmon asked.
"Maybe we should ask Anjiru," the green digimon suggested.
It was a long wait. Baby Wizardmon finally turned to his In-Training form of Pagamon. He was small and round with light grey skin, big green eyes and lots of spiky blond hair on top. He had to get around by bouncing. One thing he didn't understand was why he didn't know this place before. Shouldn't he have been born here like all the rest of the digimon?
Anjiru came on schedule. She was a short and human-looking with a big smile, grey hair and a pink kimono. The green digimon, now a bit bigger with legs and referred to as Gildimon, explained the whole situation to Anjiru.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, pulling a list from her kimono. "Pagamon, is it? Yes, you were lost."
"Lost?" Pagamon asked in surprise. "How could I be lost?"
"It seems that an evil digimon came to Primary village and stole several eggs so he could raise them to work for him," Anjiru explained. "We believe you were among the ones he stole."
"But I wasn't raised by an evil digimon," Pagamon insisted. "I grew up alone in the Furukenu mountains."
"Maybe he dropped you," Anjiru shrugged.
Pagamon lowered his eyes. He always thought he was special to deserve a place of his own like the sanctuary in the mountains where he grew up. But he was really just an accident. It might have even been Myotismon who took the eggs and flew over the mountains to his castle. Somehow, Wizardmon's egg was the only one to fall. Of course, it was a coincidence that he should land in a perfectly safe sanctuary.
"Like he did with Nyaromon," Anjiru finished. "Yup, at least she ended up where she was supposed to go."
"Nyaromon?" Pagamon gasped in shock. "Isn't that...Gatomon?"
"Yes," Anjiru replied. "She was part of the bunch stolen too. She was dropped somewhere and grew up much by herself. Luckily, in the end, she found out where she belonged and made it there."
"How do you know all about her, but you never found out what happened to me?" Pagamon asked.
Anjiru's eyes widened for a second, "Because, my little mon, she was one of the chosen digimon destined to save the digital world with the help of her human counterpart."
Pagamon lowered his eyes again. Gatomon and him had been stolen and had been dropped. If they hadn't been stolen, Wizardmon would have been raised by a guardian and Gatomon would have gone to meet Kari earlier. It was more than a coincidence that they had the same history and less of a coincidence that they should meet each other at Gazi-Gatsu village. It was all destiny. Part of that destiny was his angel temple at his sanctuary. That angel that he had stared at all the days of his youth was the same angel that he loved now, Angewomon.
Anjiru took Pagamon in. Once he was his Rookie level, Hermitmon, he was able to leave and try to find a way to his sanctuary. But since as the little goblin-ish mon in a tattered brown robe he couldn't fly, getting to his sanctuary was very hard. He climbed many mountains and spent much time trying to find his sanctuary, but he couldn't find it by foot. So he waited in the cold caves until he was strong enough to transform into Wizardmon.
By that time, the business with the digimon emperor had calmed down, so Wizardmon really didn't know where to even look for his beloved Gatomon. He wanted more than anything to be near her once more. He traveled everywhere, but never saw Gatomon or any sign of the digidestined. They always say, when you stop looking, that's when you find whatever you're looking for, so Wizardmon did stop looking. He kept hoping that they would just one day stumble upon each other as fate usually worked. No such luck.
One day, Wizardmon heard from a group of Gekomon that the Aine festival was coming up. He remembered his Aine festival with Gatomon long ago and wondered if it was a sign. Quickly, he traveled to Aine lake. By this time he was able to digivolve to a stronger form called Necromamon. And he was just nearing the lake the morning after the first night of the Aine festival when he heard a commotion. That's when he saw her, the angel, the one he had always dreamed of. She just got hit with Vilemon's attacked. Necromamon spend over to catch her. She looked up at him and whispered, "Wizardmon?" then went unconscious. How did she know him? Necromamon quickly looked around and saw the digidestined. This angel, his dream, was his beloved Gatomon.
At the Aine festival that night, he tried to make sense of it all. When she approached him, in the form he knew and loved of Gatomon, he didn't know what to say. He was confused and didn't know what to do. He loved her so badly. But he never knew if she loved him. Long ago, as Myotismon's henchman pulled her from his arms, he yelled that he loved her. He heard a call back, but he couldn't understand what she said. For all those years proceeding her memory loss and after his death, he always wondered if it was her love she professed that he didn't get to hear or if it was just a call of farewell.
Necromamon thought about all this as he saw Angewomon running from him. Maybe she did love him. He saw the feeling in her eyes, but was it love? Maybe it was just the caring for a friend she had lost and was reminded of. If she did not love him, Necromamon had to find away to get her to fall in love with him. After all, this was destiny.
A/N: Ok, the secret's out. Necromamon is Wizardmon. Of course, you probably all new that already.
A/N 2: A little of this won't make sense if you haven't read the first part, "What My Heart Was Looking For."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the digidestined or their digimon or Wizardmon.
WHAT YOUR LOVE MEANS TO ME
"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!"
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Chapter Nine: The Resurrection
Necromamon watched in sadness as she ran off. He had expected it to go better. Of course, he did realize how confusing it must be to feel something that didn't seem like it could be. He sensed that Angewomon felt Wizardmon in him. Necromamon was dying to tell Angewomon everything, but for some reason he couldn't. He was afraid to. He was afraid she would be mad at him for having been gone such a long time. It wasn't his fault, though.
After Wizardmon's body disappeared, his spirit lingered. He just couldn't leave Gatomon. She meant everything to him. It was unfortunate that he could not leave the TV station where he was killed, so he had to call her to him. It was heaven just to look in those big blue eyes once more, the most beautiful eyes. Finally, after giving the digidestined some advice, he knew he had to go on. Gatomon would survive without him. She was strong. She had always been strong.
With a bright light and a warm feeling, Wizardmon found himself sitting in a cradle with cutsie block buildings and digi-eggs scattered all around. Where was he? Was this heaven? He blinked a few times and sucked on a pacifier.
"Just hatched?" came a squeaky voice near him. It was a small green ball in a cradle to his right. She smiled and blinked her large black eyes.
"Where am I?" he asked her.
"Don't you know?" the digimon asked him. "You're at Primary Village. This is where digimon are re-born. Digimon never die, you know. Didn't your guardian ever teach you anything?"
"I don't have a guardian," Baby Wizardmon muttered, sucking on his pacifier.
"You must be one of the chosen digimon, then," the green digimon told her. "Do you have a human looking for you?"
"I don't think so," Baby Wizardmon said. "I didn't have one in my last life."
"Hmm," the digimon shrugged. "I don't know how you can not have a guardian or a human."
"Who's your guardian?" Baby Wizardmon asked.
"Oh, mine is Anjiru," the green digimon smiled. "Once I get to my In-Training level, she'll come to get me and the others she's in the charge of."
"Will someone come for me?" Baby Wizardmon asked.
"Maybe we should ask Anjiru," the green digimon suggested.
It was a long wait. Baby Wizardmon finally turned to his In-Training form of Pagamon. He was small and round with light grey skin, big green eyes and lots of spiky blond hair on top. He had to get around by bouncing. One thing he didn't understand was why he didn't know this place before. Shouldn't he have been born here like all the rest of the digimon?
Anjiru came on schedule. She was a short and human-looking with a big smile, grey hair and a pink kimono. The green digimon, now a bit bigger with legs and referred to as Gildimon, explained the whole situation to Anjiru.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, pulling a list from her kimono. "Pagamon, is it? Yes, you were lost."
"Lost?" Pagamon asked in surprise. "How could I be lost?"
"It seems that an evil digimon came to Primary village and stole several eggs so he could raise them to work for him," Anjiru explained. "We believe you were among the ones he stole."
"But I wasn't raised by an evil digimon," Pagamon insisted. "I grew up alone in the Furukenu mountains."
"Maybe he dropped you," Anjiru shrugged.
Pagamon lowered his eyes. He always thought he was special to deserve a place of his own like the sanctuary in the mountains where he grew up. But he was really just an accident. It might have even been Myotismon who took the eggs and flew over the mountains to his castle. Somehow, Wizardmon's egg was the only one to fall. Of course, it was a coincidence that he should land in a perfectly safe sanctuary.
"Like he did with Nyaromon," Anjiru finished. "Yup, at least she ended up where she was supposed to go."
"Nyaromon?" Pagamon gasped in shock. "Isn't that...Gatomon?"
"Yes," Anjiru replied. "She was part of the bunch stolen too. She was dropped somewhere and grew up much by herself. Luckily, in the end, she found out where she belonged and made it there."
"How do you know all about her, but you never found out what happened to me?" Pagamon asked.
Anjiru's eyes widened for a second, "Because, my little mon, she was one of the chosen digimon destined to save the digital world with the help of her human counterpart."
Pagamon lowered his eyes again. Gatomon and him had been stolen and had been dropped. If they hadn't been stolen, Wizardmon would have been raised by a guardian and Gatomon would have gone to meet Kari earlier. It was more than a coincidence that they had the same history and less of a coincidence that they should meet each other at Gazi-Gatsu village. It was all destiny. Part of that destiny was his angel temple at his sanctuary. That angel that he had stared at all the days of his youth was the same angel that he loved now, Angewomon.
Anjiru took Pagamon in. Once he was his Rookie level, Hermitmon, he was able to leave and try to find a way to his sanctuary. But since as the little goblin-ish mon in a tattered brown robe he couldn't fly, getting to his sanctuary was very hard. He climbed many mountains and spent much time trying to find his sanctuary, but he couldn't find it by foot. So he waited in the cold caves until he was strong enough to transform into Wizardmon.
By that time, the business with the digimon emperor had calmed down, so Wizardmon really didn't know where to even look for his beloved Gatomon. He wanted more than anything to be near her once more. He traveled everywhere, but never saw Gatomon or any sign of the digidestined. They always say, when you stop looking, that's when you find whatever you're looking for, so Wizardmon did stop looking. He kept hoping that they would just one day stumble upon each other as fate usually worked. No such luck.
One day, Wizardmon heard from a group of Gekomon that the Aine festival was coming up. He remembered his Aine festival with Gatomon long ago and wondered if it was a sign. Quickly, he traveled to Aine lake. By this time he was able to digivolve to a stronger form called Necromamon. And he was just nearing the lake the morning after the first night of the Aine festival when he heard a commotion. That's when he saw her, the angel, the one he had always dreamed of. She just got hit with Vilemon's attacked. Necromamon spend over to catch her. She looked up at him and whispered, "Wizardmon?" then went unconscious. How did she know him? Necromamon quickly looked around and saw the digidestined. This angel, his dream, was his beloved Gatomon.
At the Aine festival that night, he tried to make sense of it all. When she approached him, in the form he knew and loved of Gatomon, he didn't know what to say. He was confused and didn't know what to do. He loved her so badly. But he never knew if she loved him. Long ago, as Myotismon's henchman pulled her from his arms, he yelled that he loved her. He heard a call back, but he couldn't understand what she said. For all those years proceeding her memory loss and after his death, he always wondered if it was her love she professed that he didn't get to hear or if it was just a call of farewell.
Necromamon thought about all this as he saw Angewomon running from him. Maybe she did love him. He saw the feeling in her eyes, but was it love? Maybe it was just the caring for a friend she had lost and was reminded of. If she did not love him, Necromamon had to find away to get her to fall in love with him. After all, this was destiny.
A/N: Ok, the secret's out. Necromamon is Wizardmon. Of course, you probably all new that already.