Her eyes - Chapter 1 (A smile) Gatomon's POW
By: Dark fire angel

Author notes: I admit this story may seem weird as in… the actually theme and characters it concentrates around. I have no idea if anyone has ever even done stories that concentrate around these particular characters, taking into account people usually write about the Digidestined, and not the Digimon themselves.

This story touches the past we are only lightly informed of in the series "Digimon adventure" It'll fill in the gaps (the way I personally think they should be filled XD I do not own this series, so hey, it's all my point of view) of the past. Why am I doing this, you ask? Meh, I really like Gatomon, Myotismon and Wizardmon, so hey, go away XD; I wanted to write some sort of story for them. There won't be any sort of real romance, but it may be touched… in some ways other than that, or slightly implied within thoughts. If that offends you ; do not continue. bows I present to you the first chapter; the italics are Gatomon's POW ... as she uhm, thinks back or something from the present time. if that makes any sense anyhow.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; I am merely using them for my own entertainment, and (hopefully) yours.


The castle corridors were as somber as ever; the shadows seemed to stretch out from under the flaming torches that lined the stone walls while the fire allowed said shadows to move violently, almost as if they were ghosts of some sort, moaning and squirming under the light. The crackling of the flames and the slight wind that seeped through the ancient stones were the only sound to be heard... apart from the soft padding of a small creature as she walked down said corridors.

Her small pale body almost glowed in the light projected by the torches; her long ears were dropped against the side of her head, an over-grown collar hanging from her neck as she looked time and time again over her shoulder, seemingly nervous, as if almost expecting something or someone to leap out of the shadows to attack her. True enough, the atmosphere wasn't any different from any other day in the castle... but the petite Salamon simply couldn't help the fear that stretched over her, fogging her mind almost on a regular basis.

After looking behind here one last time, the small digimon turned to the right, following a smaller corridor, which lead to a dead end. Or so it seemed; for after lifting her head up to sniff at air, she pushed a stone slightly, activating some sort of mechanism that opened a small pathway, just barely big enough for her to crawl through. After she had slipped in... the door closed and the corridors remain silent once more.

I guess he didn't like my eyes... there was nothing much I could do about it. I mean, come now; I was born with these eyes. What did he expect me to do? To get new ones? I never understood what he saw in them to make him hate them so much... the shape? The color? He never told me. He simply stated he didn't like my eyes, or the way I looked at him.

The inside of the small pathway was dark, blindingly so, and as Salamon crawled through it, she could feel herself hitting cobwebs time and time again; no doubt traces from the dokugumon's webs on the higher floors above the pathway itself; dust, grime and cobwebs seemed to make it a rule to be able to slip through the tiniest cracks inside Myotismon's castle. She had grown costumed to it by now though and barely even shuddered when she hit said webs, feeling the still sticky strands cling to her otherwise almost immaculate fur. Besides, this was hardly torture... she knew torture, and a few silly webs were far from scaring her.

It didn't take long before a pale light was visualized at the end of the otherwise black tunnel, and she sped up her pace in order to reach it; squirming out of it as fast as she could. Sure, she wasn't scared of the webs or dirt, but that didn't mean she LIKED them. Snorting slightly at the tunnel, as if it were some sort of enemy... or merely the source of all her daily problems, even though it was in fact her savior... in some way anyhow, Salamon trotted easily around the small room she found herself in.

In fact, it was barely a room; only a few meters squared, with a small opening that lead to an even smaller terrace like extension from where she could see the outside... the rest of the digital world.

What he didn't know was that I didn't hate HIS eyes. In fact, I found them to be rather interesting... whenever he wasn't lashing out at me anyhow. It wasn't like I had much time to think or look at his eyes when he did that anyhow, after all. But there was something strange within his blue eyes, below the hate, ire and the darkness; there was something else too. It wasn't regret, it wasn't... sadness either. I couldn't quite put my paw on it back then, and still now remembering this, I still can't put my paw on it either. But there was definitely something there akin... nostalgic, perhaps. It's difficult to explain, specially now, taking into account that this happened so long ago.

Her breathing became slightly labored as she tried to hold back the tears, for had the vampire Digimon caught her crying... it wouldn't have been nice for her, while her gaze swept over the trees that surrounded the castle; she could even see further back, where the trees died and the world seemed to call out to her. Why was she here? She shouldn't be here... there was someone out there waiting for her. Her heart told her that much, yet somehow... her mind told her to stay within the castle walls.

Sincerely, Salamon had no idea if Myotismon would go on after her if she were to try to escape, but she didn't want to take her chance; besides, it was almost as if the inside of the castle walls also called out to her in some way. Something about this place... something... it told her to stay; that she'd find what she was looking for anyhow, that it was merely a question of time.

Frowning, she rubbed her eyes, wiping the unshed tears away, then glared at the world bellow her, "I don't need you. I don't need anyone. I am alone, I don't care," her voice came out cold and sharp as she aimed her unreleased anger and frustration down at the world bellow her before she sat down, still glaring at the trees, as if by doing so, she could make them wince and cower.

"So you have learnt that lesson by now, have you?"

A hiss escaped Salamon's maw as she tried as hard as she could not to stiffen up too much, or show her fear as she remain sitting down, not bothering to turn to look over her shoulder. After all, it wasn't necessary; she knew it was him, for the air around her almost seemingly gone cold, embracing her, making her shudder. However if it had been from fear or from the cold itself, was slightly difficult to tell, "Yes, master," her lids dropped slightly, her eyes now semi-closed as he materialized beside her, his ever present bats fluttering about him, making squeaky noises. One particular bat fluttered down and perched itself atop her head, making her frown, although she made no move to scare it away. It was, after all... warm physical contact, which brought no pain with it, and as lonesome as she was, she craved that sort of contact, be it from whatever or whomever... even if was from a stupid bat.

A smile touched the vampire's mouth, which the little creature did not miss, however, she did not ask, at least not loudly. Instead she allowed herself to tilt her head in slight question, though the taller digimon didn't even look down and soon enough, the smile vanished and was replaced with the cold hate and mocking half grin he usually sported.

Looking back, I can't seem to decide if he did that sort of thing to confuse me further; as if I weren't confused enough. A simple thing as a smile would, or should be anyhow... it wasn't all that usual to see in him, and rarely did I ever catch such expression written upon his features. No... Sadistic, or mocking, sarcastic smiles don't count. I mean a real smile... the smile that seems to reach your eyes, allowing others to see that it's real; the type of smile that makes you weak against others, for it allows them to actually know you 'feel'. It may be hard to believe, but I think he could feel. Deep down he could feel. It was just... the dark in him wouldn't allow him to do so often; or maybe he had never been taught to express it. Go figure, it's not like I was one of those... psyco- ... psycholo-... Whatever you humans call those people that treat other's minds when they are 'sick', or twisted or something.

He probably thought I hated him. He probably wasn't wrong either, for a part of me hated him intensely; he was the source of most of my pain. Not all, but some. He hurt me, many times... but he also made me what I am today. I don't completely hate him, not even now; I can't bring myself to do so... life isn't that simple. That's what I've learnt... neither are emotions, or minds, and they dictate the way others act. I don't think anyone is completely evil. No one is born into this, or any other world, being evil, something has to trigger the change.

I pitied him. I could see some light in his eyes, a small spark... I pitied that light.

A few minutes passed, time in which the small bat opened it's mouth wide, revealing small fangs as it fluffed up it's fur, nestling down on Salamon's head, "There's strength in solitude, and strength is power," he said as he turned around, his cape flowing as he swirled around, the gush of wind it created rousing up the small black creature, which opened it's crimson eyes and fluttered up to follow it's master once more, "Never forget that, Salamon." and that said, the vampire vanished as soundlessly as he had appeared, within the darkness of a void he created with a small flick of his hand.

Salamon remain silent, looking off into the spot he had vanished through and frowned. Solitude was strength... and strength was power. Wish as she might she could believe that, for it had been easier than the pain she felt inside, she just couldn't. Thus so, her gaze dropped slightly, her eyes regarding the small cracks in the stones that stretched across the floor of the castle, and up the walls. If solitude was strength, how come the union of so many stones had built a castle like this one? She couldn't possibly believe the vampire's words while she stared at said rocks.

Strength came in union.

Sighing slightly, the small digimon shook her head before slowly padding into the castle. Maybe someday... when she was stronger, she'd go out there again. Someday... soon.


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