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Chapter 3: A Romantic Evening
Gatomon and Wizardmon were out on a picnic. They set up their picnic under a tall oak tree that sat atop a hill. There was a gentle breeze. Gatomon beamed at Wizardmon. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around him. With tears in her eyes, she said, "I missed you."
"I have missed you, too, my old friend. Gatomon, I'm so proud of you. You've come so far with Kari and the DigiDestined. I'm honored to be your companion," Wizardmon told her.
"You helped me find the way," Gatomon smiled fondly with the tears in her eyes.
Suddenly, everything changed. The sky was dark. Buildings that had spontaneously appeared were as red as blood. Gatomon was wearing handcuffs around her wrists. She was in a long line of restrained Digimon. She saw many of her friends. Agumon, Palmon, Biyomon, Hawkmon, Veemon, and countless others were waiting in line for something. Gatomon looked ahead and saw a guillotine. She gasped in horror and tried to take a step back, but something shoved her forward. It was DemiDevimon. He snarled, "Oh, no, you don't. Just because you were Lord Myotismon's favorite doesn't mean you can get away with betraying him. Get back to the front of the line!"
"The front…?" Gatomon gasped in horror. Her big, blue eyes were filled with pure terror, but that only fed DemiDevimon's inner sadist. He shoved her to the front of the line, past all of her friends.
Myotismon stood next to the guillotine with a smile of psychotic delight. He seemed endlessly amused. He chuckled, "You look at me with such fear and hatred, my old pet. Don't you see the irony? The moment you changed sides, you sealed your fate. You could have been my favorite servant today, but instead, you die."
"I-I'm not afraid of you!" Gatomon tried to sound defiant, but the memories of her beatings made her sound much less than convincing.
"It's your past that you are afraid of. I embody it. So does that scar that you hide," Myotismon said with a grin. Gatomon wanted to cry. Myotismon said, "Enough dilly-dally! I've waited too long for this! Into the guillotine with her!"
"Wait!" a voice urged. Wizardmon jumped off a rooftop and landed on his feet between Gatomon and the guillotine. He said, "Myotismon, allow me to take Gatomon's place! It is because of me that she betrayed you!"
"Wizardmon…" Gatomon spoke her friend's name softly.
"How noble. Fine. Gatomon's punishment will be to watch your demise. Any last words?" Myotismon granted Wizardmon to take Gatomon's place under the blade.
"I'll die with no regrets," Wizardmon spoke with a mix of bitterness and confidence. Sacrificing himself would be his last act of defiance towards Myotismon, and it would repay his debt to Gatomon. Henchmen of Myotismon tethered the blade upward, getting it into place. Wizardmon took his place. Gatomon began to thrash and scream wildly as Myotismon picked her up and placed her right next to the guillotine, giving her a close-up view of her friend's demise.
"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! WIZARDMON! WIZARDMON!" Gatomon wailed.
End of the nightmare…
"WIZARDMON!" Gatomon woke up wailing in Kari's arms.
"Oh, Gatomon…" Kari sniffled. Tears hung in her eyes. She had not known Wizardmon as long as Gatomon had, but it was because of him that they were together. She felt just as close to Wizardmon as her Digimon partner. When Kari was a little girl, Wizardmon had sacrificed himself to save her and Gatomon.
After several minutes of sobbing, Gatomon calmed down just enough to ask, "Kari, did you wake me up?"
"It took me forever," Kari wiped a tear away, "but I thought you'd wake up if I held you long enough and tight enough."
"It's a good thing you woke me up when you did…" Gatomon sniffled and began to cry again.
"I know now isn't the time, but…TK invited me to go over to his place and explicitly told me to bring you," Kari informed her. "Do you want to go? It's okay if you don't."
"No, I'll go," Gatomon took a deep breath and said.
Thus, Gatomon accompanied Kari over to TK's house. Gatomon immediately noticed the mood lighting. Confused, she jumped out of Kari's arms and looked around. Patamon greeted them, "Good evening, ladies. Kari, TK is waiting for you in his room."
"Thanks, Patamon," Kari nodded as if everything was normal and went into another room.
Gatomon suddenly caught the delectable scent of… "Is that fish?"
"Your favorite," Patamon nodded. "Have a seat. I'll bring dinner in." He gestured to a low, small table that was very appropriate for their height. Two chairs sat across from each other at the table. Gatomon sat down in one of the chairs. The scent of fish made her ecstatic, but she wasn't sure what she thought of the situation. Patamon brought in a big platter that held two cooked fish (or fishes). Also, on the platter, there were two forks and two sets of chopsticks, giving each of them their choice of utensil.
"Thank you, Patamon. What's this all about?" Gatomon asked him.
"I, uh, I thought it would cheer you up. Besides, we're hardly ever alone anymore. It seems like we never get to chat, one-on-one, you know?" Patamon explained.
"I think so," Gatomon nodded.
"So, uh, how have you been lately?" Patamon asked curiously.
"Aside from my night terrors? Hard to say. I'll have a night terror, and whatever I dream about will freak me out all day. I think last night's dream was the worst of them all so far," Gatomon explained. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be dumping all of this on you."
"No, no, it's okay! I'm all ears!" Patamon assured. "If you're not willing to tell me about it, you don't need to, but if you do, divulge away." He shot her a kind, attentive smile.
"It'll be painful to talk about, but I really think I need to," Gatomon sighed and told Patamon about her latest night terror. By the time she had finished, Patamon's wings had dropped and his eyes were wide. Without a word, he got out of his seat, went around the table over to Gatomon, and hugged her. "Thank you for listening, Patamon."
"If you ever need anything, anything at all, let me know. I'm not going to leave you. I promise," Patamon promised her.
"Can we discuss something a little…happier? Please?" Gatomon implored.
"Absolutely," Patamon nodded. They did speak of happier things. They talked a lot, carrying out a long conversation with no awkward pauses. That is, until they finally realized that they were holding paws. They looked from their joined paws to each other, both of them blushing, but neither of them taking their paw away. Then, Patamon remembered something. "I, um, I have something for you."
"For me…?" Gatomon asked in wonder. Patamon passed a sheet of paper to her. On that paper was a poem Patamon had written.
'Gatomon with eyes so blue
I've always wanted to find you
I feel like we have a special connection
I want to give you my affection
Will you accept it?
Your heart, I want to protect it
You're the Digimon I want to hold
I care for you with my heart and soul'
"Oh, Patamon!" tears welled up in Gatomon's eyes. She hugged him tightly. Never had anything so romantic been directed at her.
"I'm sorry…" Patamon apologized.
"What…?" Gatomon looked him in the eyes, confused.
"It made you cry," Patamon pointed out sadly.
"No, I'm not crying because I'm sad! I'm crying because I'm happy and flattered and because your poem was so beautiful and…it made me feel beautiful," Gatomon explained with a smile that, at least in Patamon's opinion, melt the heart of any Digimon.
"You…really liked it?" Patamon asked.
"I loved it," Gatomon nodded. She kept hugging him.
Neither Digimon had any idea that their partners were watching until Kari let out an "Aww!"
About twenty minutes later, Kari and Gatomon were getting ready to go. Gatomon smiled at Patamon and said, "Thank you for tonight, Patamon. I really enjoyed it."
"Thanks for coming! I'm just glad I got to share it with you!" Patamon smiled back.
