All right, I'm a bit nervous posting this up here, but I'll be okay. After all, my one-shot survived, so I know this will, too. Well, this is a shipping fic on how Gatomon and Wizardmon met. It might go slow, but I'm not too sure. I added fluff every now and then, but that's about it, nothing more.
I'm actually planning on doing a trilogy if you want. I got the other two a work in progess, but I just want your opinion on it. And this is a PreDigidestined, meaning this is before (a few years) the Digidestined came and thus starting the series. And I have here a prologue that doesn't make much sense, but it's like the introduction paragraph to an essay, giving you ideas what it may be about (if the title didn't do so). So yeah, it's going to suck.
Rating: PG for mild peril and language. < - I'm serious about that. Some of you may not remember seeing any swears in my work, but I'm serious about the language, though they're not serious swears.
And I tried to make it funny, and angsty at the same time. You may not see signs of affection for a while (if not in this story), but if I was to put up the rest of the trilogy (after your opinions, of course) there would be. But not at the moment.
Disclaimers: I do not own Digimon. I don't remember the person who owns them, but I just remember Bandai ^^;. If I did own them, then why would I be here?
Hope you enjoy!
*~* Deji-Tomodachi E Ai *~*
*~* Prologue *~*
A powerful word that can either make someone squeal with delight and possibly pass out, make someone agree, or can make someone cry. About the squeals and passing out, it means the person is very familiar with friendship. That one person (whether a boy or girl, young or old) may be popular. Either it was because the person was rich or some other ridiculous way to become popular, or he or she is nice around others. Either way, the friendship is powerful.
Someone who may agree is just normal, though he or she might not have many friends. Many good folk tend to fall in this category, making it a decent position. Sometimes, though, the person’s friend may have another friend who doesn’t like the person. In other words, they’re not very familiar with each other. Usually though the normal person with few friends may have one who’s popular, but not in the snobby way. Both way, the person has a good life and friendship is normal.
There are some cases, however, where the word “friendship” and can a person cry. A reason could be is just because they have no friends or did have some, but lost them over the years. Another reason could be the person’s attitude, which plays an important role in friendships. If the person’s attitude is poor, they could make very few or no friends. It all depends on the person if they want to make friends or not.
A few cases, however, could be because of life at home. A good home provides safety, thus creating a bright attitude. However, there are homes that make the person feel uneasy. If the one in charge of the household is nasty to those living there, a gloomy atmosphere surrounds the individuals. Sometimes, though, the one in charge has it so that no one is cheerful at all.
That is true for one person who lives not on Earth, but in a place close by, but not seen. The Digital World, as it is named, where creatures called Digital Monsters, Digimon for short, roam free. Many of them have friends like humans do. They have the same feelings and thus can feel emotions. All of the Digimon live in peace in the Digital World except for one, who has never seen the outside world since she was just a Rookie. She has never learned the meaning of friendship due to her life.
Of course, what would happen if she were to make friends? Her Master would make sure it wouldn’t occur, though friendship is not meant to be kept away. Neither should freedom.
*~* Chapter One*~*
Through out the empty corridor, there was taunting. Gatomon gritted her teeth as she tried hard not to swipe at the ever-annoying DemiDevimon. The dimwitted blue bowling-ball bat wouldn’t shut up after jeering at her. Was it her fault she was yelled at for covering the whole ground floor with flour? It wouldn’t have been had a stupid Bakemon or even Phantomon swooped in the way. She still would’ve gotten into trouble either way. After all, DemiDevimon was being an idiot. HE should be getting the blame.
“I’ve never seen the boss that angry before!” he whooped, laughing still. “He had you clean the floor while singing that kiddy song!”
Again, Gatomon fought the urge to smack him with the empty tin bucket. “You should’ve helped, too,” she growled, clenching the handle tightly. “After all, it WAS your fault.”
He scoffed. “Whatever. Everything’s your fault, never mine.”
“It’s because you lie a lot.”
“What! You lie!”
Again, he told another one of his easy-to-decipher lies. Will he ever shut up? “Just go away. I need to clean myself up.”
“Fine, Your Highness,” he grumbled sarcastically. “Cats always need to look their best, right?”
She just grunted and stomped into her room, throwing the bucket into a dusty corner. Damn Myotismon and his cruel punishments he find amusing. With a sigh, Gatomon walked up to her mirror on the wall. Her pure-white fur was covered in off-white flour. Underneath all of it shone bright, sky-blue sapphires she hated. She twitched her large ears when she heard a small thud, probably DemiDevimon. With a grumble, she took of her green gloves, throwing them on her bed.
Slowly, Gatomon cleaned herself off. It was a good thing she still had a clean washcloth, since she has yet to do the laundry. Otherwise, it was back to the old cleaning way and she didn’t want to do that. Not with that nasty, possibly expired flour on her. She threw it into the bucket and jumped onto her bed. She laid there, staring at the bland ceiling.
She’s only been in the castle for almost a year, and she still hasn’t gotten used to it. Back when she was a small puppy named Salamon, she had to endure more beatings than she does now. Those nights, she curled up in bed, whimpering with fright, wishing someone could take her away from that monster. That lying cur, how dare he take her into his care. She survived all those years all by herself. She could’ve lasted at least another few years. But what is past is past. Gatomon never did look back to her lonely life. She made a choice and she’ll stick with it forever…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. She sat up and ran over to open it. When she did, the haunting azure stare of Phantomon met her eyes. Though she backed away briefly, she just glared back. “What do you want?” she hissed, slipping on her gloves.
“Don’t speak to me in that tone,” he warned her, gesturing to his scythe. “Lord Myotismon wants to see you immediately.”
Gatomon secretly grew worried as she shuffled out. He only called henchmen to his room just to be punished or worse. Maybe DemiDevimon told another lie about her, the jerk. She hesitated at his door when she reached it, but was pushed inside by the ghoul. She shivered at the spot, staring at the floor. “Come closer, Gatomon,” a calm voice ordered.
She did as she was told. She glanced up at the Lord Myotismon, shivering even harder as she scooted closer. He was a tall, well-groomed Digimon, but his attitude wasn’t politely accurate. His blonde hair was nicely kept as was his clothes. He had a long, black and red cape with a high collar, a gold bat brooch holding it together. His skin was a pale blue, with his ice-cold eyes peering from behind a red mask. He smirked, showing his dripping fangs. Gatomon quickly glanced down as she bowed. “What is it you wish, Lord Myotismon?” she asked.
“I want you to do a favor for me,” he said, his hands clasped together.
She feared it wasn’t going to be pleasant. A few times, she was ordered to execute some disobedient Digimon when Phantomon was gone. Sometimes she was asked to do night watch out in the cold and only once was she asked to be a spy. It went well until DemiDevimon blew her cover. So with a small sigh, Gatomon whispered, “What is it?”
“It’s about time you went on a mission. So I want you to go persuade the nearest villages there are to join my army,” he explained. “After all, the more henchmen we have, the faster we take over the Digiworld.”
She nodded. “Of course.”
“So I want you to go and get the bravest there are. If they don’t cooperate, though, destroy them. You follow me?”
There was no return answer. Gatomon could sense Myotismon walking up to her, but she stayed in her spot, staring at the floor. When she blinked, she had in her gaze a black boot with a skull on it. She gasped when he picked her up by the cuff. Quickly she scrunched her eyes shut so she wouldn’t look at him. She could smell the bitterness of his breath as she was raised to eye level, hearing him chuckle. “You learn quickly, my pet.”
Gatomon nodded slowly. “Well, yes, but… I-If you want that army or yours now, then shouldn’t I leave now?”
“First I want to see your eyes,” he said. “I want to see if they improved yet.”
“I better not. It’s your rules…”
“Well I say you should.”
With a small sigh, she slowly opened them. The satisfied smirk on his face suddenly turned into a frown. He then dropped her onto the ground, turning on his heel back to his desk. “Boss?”
“You still need some training, but for now, you better leave. And take DemiDevimon along with some Bakemon with you,” he added behind his shoulder.
Gatomon scowled as she turned away in disgust. She left the room without saying anything else to Myotismon. Outside the door, however, was a smirking DemiDevimon, golden eyes flaring excitedly. She glared evilly at him. “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?”
He snickered. “Maybe.”
She just sniffed. “Well, come on. The villages don’t get enslaved by themselves.” Barking at some sleeping Bakemon, she ran for the door to the outside world. She hasn’t been out for a long time, but she could still remember how the outside was like. At least she could now take in the fresh air instead of dusty, decaying castle air.
“Well? Aren’t you going to do anything?” DemiDevimon snapped, flying next to her. “The nearest village isn’t for a couple of days. We should get going now.”
“I make the rules here,” she hissed. “Now shut up and get going.” With a huff, she turned away from him and headed down the nearest path. She had some exploring to do.
“Aw, crap! It’s sunset and I don’t see any buildings except the castle!” the bat complained from above. “Thanks a lot, Gatomon.”
“Don’t blame me!” she huffed. “You were the one that mentioned we should go down this path.”
“I’m hungry!” one of the Bakemon whined. “Can’t we have dinner?”
With a growl, Gatomon nodded. “Tomorrow morning we’ll be heading further down. So go ahead and stuff yourself silly.”
With squeals of glee, the ghosts flew around the area, greedily stuffing their mouths with anything they could find. DemiDevimon also joined them, sometimes pushing some out of the way. The feline just watched them. She wasn’t feeling hungry at the moment. Maybe after those idiots fall asleep, she could just leave them for the Tyrannomon. She had to do everything herself since Myotismon took her in, after all.
What did I do to deserve this life? she thought to herself. All I did was just wait around for someone. I just wish I knew who that was…
“Hey, Gatomon! Aren’t you going to eat something?” the bat asked behind her. “The Bakemon are eating everything pretty quickly.”
“I’m not hungry. Now leave me alone.”
“Don’t talk stubborn to me, Prissy!”
Gatomon swiped at him weakly. “Just leave me alone. I need some rest.”
“Fine!” He stuck out his tongue rudely and then flew off after the ghosts. She just snorted before turning around, staring blankly at the stars. It was about time she did. Every day, when she was a Nyaromon, she gazed at them, hoping and wishing someone would come. No one ever did, so she gave up on the stars when she Digivolved. Wishing never worked, it never does. It was all a folktale.
She then saw a shooting star zip by, though it looked like it was mocking her. Maybe, though, it was just urging her to wish once more. Yet, what if it was lying? Wishes never came true, but she believed in dreams. She dreamed she’d be free, free from the clutches of Myotismon. Dreamed she’d live in peace with someone who would always care for her. Though things were bleak at times, she replayed them in her head to make her stronger.
With a sigh, Gatomon bowed her head, whispering the same wish several times. “I wish I could just find one person to care for me. I don’t care who it is, I just want to be loved.”
She glanced up at the sky for several more minutes before lying down to sleep. I wish that I can be loved…
So, how'd it go? I bet the prologue sucks, huh? And if you're thinking "How can this be a Wiz/Gato fic? I don't see that wizard guy anywhere!", don't worry. Wizzie's coming up next chapter. I told you it could be going slow. So just be patient. And I want to know if you want me to do the trilogy by the epilogue. (There are eight chapters, including the prologue and epilogue, so ten in all.)
See ya next Saturday!
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