*~*My Master's Voice*~*

by AthEnA1999

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Digimon.

Intro and Author's Note: This is my present to you to celebrate my 15th birthday. It is the long-awaited Myo/Gato I have been talking about for practically forever. It took a lot of planning out and procrastinating to get here, but here it is, just in time for Halloween (though Valentine's Day might seem like more of a suitable occasion, I just couldn't wait for four more months. :P) I got ideas from a few other authors, which I have to thank: 1) Avalon, for this AWESOME pic she did of Myo and Gato, which gave me the inspiration, and for helping me with the beginning… 2) DuchessRaven, because I got a few ideas from her Myo/Gato… 3) blackmage718, for encouraging me and being one of my bestest friends… 4) Sabrina Black and Shadow Rider, for being two more of the bestest friends I have… and 5) everyone who reviewed all my other Myo fics, and the list is too long to name…

OK, this is the story. It is one of my rare one-chapter stories, so don't expect any more chapters after this. It's entirely in Gatomon's POV, and it takes place after the defeat of Malo Myotismon, and before Wizardmon came into anyone's life. I am very proud of this story, and I hope you will love it too. Oh, and you can archive this if you want to! Enjoy!

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*My Master's Voice*

"CELESTIAL ARROW!" I had drawn back the string and arrow of light, then plucked the bow, letting the arrow fly straight and true through the air. It pierced his heart as it flew straight through his chest, making him cry out in pain. At that point, my face fell as I wished that I could have just turned back the clock and undone what I did. But it was over and done, done out of loyalty to the digi-destined. My master's voice rang out in the air for three seconds after he was gone except for his crimson mask. I wished to go over and touch it, because that was all that was left of him.

"TERA FORCE!" Later that evening, Angemon convinced me to make myself repeat the actions which I had rued performing, only this time I let the arrow fly through Tai's chest, helping his Agumon become the armored beast which once again defeat my master. I wished to cry, but dared not let it show. Angels do not cry.

"STATIC FORCE!" I thought it had been over, but four years later my data merged with Aquilamon to have our actions unite as one attack and one digimon named Silphymon. My master, the one whom I thought was dead but instead transformed from his handsome and ever so sexy self into the grotesque monster of his mega form, was hit by the attack. My master's voice once again cried out in anguish. I wished to cry, but since I was merged with the eagle digimon, who was actually HAPPY to see him go, the tears never came. It was all physically impossible.

He is gone now, but I ache to be with my master again. To hear my master's voice again would be like Heaven to me, but it is gone without a trace, except in my mind. And the memories of it are slowly dying away. To hear that voice again, and it's oh so deep, dark, mysterious, with a trace of seductiveness… it would be a dream come true.

I said, before he came back as his most powerful mega stage, that I heard that voice in my nightmares. It was a pure lie. Whenever I heard that voice in my sleep, it was all from a beautiful dream, which took place before he dispised my very existence. My master once loved me, and I loved him as well. I never told any of the other digi-destined about this dark secret for obvious reasons. If I had said that every time I heard my master's voice it was in a lovely dream, they would consider me a traitor and shun me from society. After the chances for him to love me again were destroyed- one after the other, like a row of dominoes fall over, pushed by MYSELF- the digi-destined were all I had. They still are.

I just woke up from a beautiful dream. I wish it had been for real though. My heart is sinking into the darkest and deepest deaths of my soul, aching to remain in it forever, and possibly relive it. In the dream, he was still alive, and we still loved each other like we used to. We were together underneath the full moon, the gentle breeze blowing the stray strands of golden hair out of his face, revealing his icy blue eyes. As his lips curled into a slight fanged grin, he and I looked at each other, and I looked right into the center of his eyes. I felt as if I was about to digivolve. He whispered to me, "Aishiteru, Gatomon."

He loved me. I woke up, and I found myself looking at the familiar blown-up photo of the digi-destined that was framed and placed next to Kari's futon. That apartment, and everything in the real world were the same old damn surroundings that I had seen every day since last autumn. It is a very early morning on February 13, over a month since my master's defeat. Anyway, the Kamiyas are very friendly and sociable people, but they seem a bit too vapid for my taste. Right now a life of sin and domination would suffice, as long as I was with him. The torture and grueling tasks he put us through seemed to be a preparation to make a life with him seem even better.

A night with him was the best thing in the world. He was so handsome, and he smelled so good, and he was so warm when he held me in his gentle embrace… despite his cold vampiric exterior, he was so sweet and gentle whenever we spent time together. When he and I were in love… my heart is broken now… he is gone and it was all my fault.

I close my eyes and softly whisper back to the dream, as if I were still living it. "Aishiteru, Myotismon…"

"Good morning, Gatomon," said Kari, gently shaking me awake later that morning. "You don't want to miss breakfast. We're having mouse pancakes with lots of syrup, your favorite!"

"Thank you," I mumbled, the dream still fresh in my mind. If only it had been real. "Get ready for school."

My human partner giggled. "I'm all dressed and ready for school. I did my homework, the bell won't ring for forty more minutes, and Mom had time to make us breakfast. You're telling me to shake a leg. You shake a paw or something. Man, what happened, did you get another one of those nightmares about Myotismon or something?"

I buried my head into Kari's pillow. "It wasn't a nightmare, OK?" I said in a muffled voice.

Kari scooped my up and carried me down the hall into the kitchen. I saw Agumon and Tai sitting at the table, shoveling food into their mouths. "Tai, don't be such a pig," she said.

"Hey, I have to eat plenty if I want our team to win the soccer game against Tomachi today," said Kari's brother. "What's wrong with Gatomon? She looks so… so… upset?"

I hadn't realized I was moping when my mind was on my dear Myo. I looked up at Tai and Agumon, forcing a grin. "Me? Upset? Everything's a bright sunny day for me! No seree, I don't see the glass as half empty or half full, it's all overflowing!"

The three of them exchanged perplexed looks. I looked in my food bowl, which was fit for a silly house cat. It was silver and it had black paw prints on it. The name Miko was crossed out and my name was written on it in permanent marker. In it were three mouse-shaped pancakes swimming in syrup. I couldn't bear to eat, for I was very sad about everything I had remembered.

It started when Malo Myotismon was defeated. At first I smiled along with the other digi-destined, but I cried myself to sleep that night. When Kari asked why I was crying, I said it was because I was so happy about everything. The heartaches grew over the days and weeks. What was worse was that now the digi-destined are speaking about love and romance, and this thing called Valentine's Day, which is a human holiday. It's a holiday where everyone loves each other and gives each other cards and flowers and crap like that. Davis has especially grown all mushy and more mature whenever Kari comes around. I think it's human love.

Human love compares nothing to the feeling that my master and I felt for each other. It's all so simple with all the flowers and candy and all that for humans, but digimon don't have a holiday like that in the digital world. The only way for us to prove any love at all is to demonstrate it to the fullest.

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"Gatomon!" shouted the voice I now long to hear. I remember it was shortly before I met Wizardmon, and before he came into the master's life. At first, I wished to not hear the voice because it meant only one thing: a new task.

I sighed, and walked down the halls into the large study that contained so many ancient books and records of the digital world. Inside it, I saw Myotismon at his desk, reading a book of digital records and scrawling something down onto it. "Yes?" I asked meekly, looking up at his face with those eyes. It was just then when I began to fall in love with him. I was lost in his icy blue eyes for a moment but not without a shiver traveling down my spine to accompany the beauty. It seemed so haunting, so… romantic.

"Gatomon, you have been a very good servant lately," said Myotismon in his voice. It was just like him, beautiful but cold and haunting, able to send shivers down one's spine as well. I shivered as I heard it. "So you are ready to go one the more vital missions. You have two days to prepare, and then you will be sent out to capture a Centauromon. They seem strong enough to be a servant to me…" he turned and looked directly at me. It was then I saw exactly how handsome he was and that he was just plain… dreamy, as a teenage human would describe him.

He was so handsome… why hadn't I noticed before? Was it that him being so evil made him appear not as handsome at first? I failed to notice the way his icy blue eyes could be so dreamy yet so haunting… his perfectly chiseled face, so smooth and pale like porcelain, with no blemishes… the way his golden hair framed his face so well… my eyes began to wander over his well-sculpted figure before he spoke to me again.

"Gatomon, did you hear what I said?" he asked in his voice, which sounded stern.

"Oh," I said, snapping back to reality. "Yes, you were telling me to go to get a… Centauromon?" I asked, remembering him saying something about that.

The vampire nodded at me, not smiling. He had always seemed so expressionless and… not really seeming to feel anything for me. I didn't really mind anything like that before, but I cracked a small grin and dashed out of the room to train in the training room.

The training room of the castle was where some of the digimon trained with each other by fighting and practicing their moves on decoys (and Demidevimon, whenever he entered.) I saw Skullmeramon lifting weights, spurting steam as he did so, like always. He worked out frequently. A group of Bakemon were practicing their invisibility techniques, and quite a few smaller digimon were battling against each other in fights to see who would be the champion of all this.

"Immaturity," I snorted at the little rookies. Unfortunately, some of these were small champions and even an ultimate called Pumpkinmon. He always hung out with a rock digimon named Gotsumon, and they always got into trouble. They were with some Mushroomon, two Gazimon, a Floramon, and a Gekomon, and they weren't really fighting, just talking and showing off their stupid little half-assed tricks.

I ran a few laps around the training room for a few minutes, trying to keep my legs in shape so I could run away from the more dangerous enemies, and then I stretched my muscles and, breaking a sweat that was very uncomfortable with a coat of thick fur, I ran the practice gauntlet. This gauntlet was not as difficult as the one Myotismon had in his own dueling room. There were just flames being thrown, a big pool of water, and gigantic hammers crashing down. I dodged everything and swam through the water. Everything was a total breeze for me because I had run through it so many times.

Finally I stopped for a few minutes to catch my breath and dry off. As I had just begun to finish drying out, the group of other digimon passed me, this time Demidevimon was with them.

"Well hello, GATOMON!" teased Pumpkinmon. "I thought you'd be kissing up to Master Myotismon by now, not grooming yourself in here."

"Yah, I thought this place was too immature for you!" taunted Gotsumon.

"You are too immature for me!" I retorted, anger and rage brewing inside me. "You and your childish ways… and most of you are champions and ultimates, for Azulongmon's sake! Just wait until Myotismon finds out-"

"Just wait until Myotismon finds out!" Gekomon mocked me in a high voice. "What the hell is he going to do for YOU? To him, you're just another servant. You are just a servant to him, and a freak to us! Why don't you go with your husband Demidevimon and go play in the pit somewhere-"

"LIGHTNING CLAW!" I shouted, swiping the group of digimon across the face, one by one. As the scratches turned red and blood trickled out of their wounds, they all appeared stunned for a moment. "Do you want some more?" I asked, catching my breath.

Silently, they turned and left. Demidevimon stuck his tongue out at me. How childish. I heard one of them muttering, "Freak." I hissed at them, then turned away and left in the other direction, my tail sticking up and twitching angrily. I looked down at the ground, fuming mad. I had been known as the misfit of the castle purely for being more mature than the others. I was the best servant, and they knew it. Still I wouldn't let the childish remarks get to me, because there were far worse ones.

Two days later, I was sent outside to capture Centauromon. Phantomon was supervising me, and he remained silent, the way he always did. I had as much luck socially with the larger ultimates and megas as I had with the smaller digimon, only they thought I was too small and immature. If I caught Centauromon and got on Myotismon's good side… he would defend me and then those other digimon wouldn't bother me. He had always favored Demidevimon for some reason. If he favored me, everything would finally be different.

We had gone to File Island, dropped off by a Devidramon in only half an hour. We didn't know that there was another one following close behind.

"Capture him," were the only words the ghost digimon said to me. There was a hint of cold-bloodedness in his wavery voice, as if he actually wanted me to lose. Centauromon was dangerous, and his attacks could badly injure anything smaller than him. A small cat digimon like me who was one-tenth his size wouldn't stand a chance. It was pretty slim that Phantomon would "condescend" and assist me. Besides, if anything, I would condescend to Phantomon! Just because he thought he was better didn't mean he was.

I knew where the centaur could be found. I had heard of the ancient Greek ruins and knew that there would be a temple like the Parthenon, surrounded by worn-down columns and statues of Greek gods and goddesses, with maybe what was left of one or two buildings. Heaven knows how structures from Earth got here, but they did.

The Parthenon-like building was the place I looked in first. I entered through a large doorway and saw nothing within except a shiny marble ground and a statue of the Greek goddess Athena. I gazed around a bit, and saw nothing move. I saw the statue move to the right, so I whirled around and saw Pumpkinmon, Gotsumon, and Gekomon jump out from behind the Athena statue.

"Catching a Centauromon?" asked Gekomon. "For Myotismon?" He grinned a sappy grin at me. "Good luck!"

"Shhhh… he's sleeping!" whispered Pumpkinmon. "WE HAD BETTER NOT WAKE HIM UP! HEY HORSE BOY! THE LITTLE KITTY WANTS TO CAPTURE YOU!"

I felt the ground rumbling, and the three other digimon ran outside and scrambled up the trees. Before I had a chance to mutter "Wusses," I saw Centauromon standing in the doorway in his full glory, his eyes red and bloodshot.

"Who dares interrupt my slumber?" he asked in his rough voice. He looked around, and then saw me cowering on the ground, too petrified even to move. I couldn't do anything about it as he ran towards me. I scrambled around on the floor, but his horse-like body was too quick to not catch me. I couldn't attack, so he took one of his hooves and kicked me across the ground. I struggled to breathe as I hit the ground hard. I could feel a large bruise form on my side.

"Lightning… claw," I said, taking my paw and trying to swipe his leg. His hide was so strong and I was so weak, not a single scratch appeared, but he did get more furious.

Centauromon kicked me across the floor again, this time knocking me into the statue, which shattered into thousands of pieces. The column holding it up cracked, then fell down onto me. I hurt so much and felt every part of me either squished or broken, I wished I could just die. The centaur galloped away back to his slumber, and I knew Phantomon wouldn't do anything about it because he hated me so much. The three troublesome digimon wouldn't do anything; they hated me just as much. I felt something fall on my head, and everything buzzed in my ears as I saw black in front of my eyes.

I awoke in the castle's infirmary quite some time later. I could not tell whether it had been a few hours or even a few weeks. Nothing was greater hell. My body hurt so much I could barely move, and my side felt the worst of all. I doubt anyone had tended to me. The worst part was that I had begun to hear voices along with the always-present buzzing. I refused to open my eyes, because it would probably make everything worse.

"Gatomon…" I heard a voice in my mind speak. It was beautiful yet haunting, and it sounded a lot like Myotismon's. I doubted it was his, because he probably cared the least at all. I began to shed tears from the pain and negligence I had experienced. Then I heard the voice again, less nebulous and more distinct and clearer this time. "Gatomon… wake up, Gatomon."

I felt something come down gently onto my back, and begin to stroke it. I began to feel a little better, but it didn't seem much like a few pets on the back could help. I felt it stroke my head, then my back, then end at the tail. My tail twitched a bit, and I finally opened my eyes. Much to my surprise, the one who had actually stroked me gently was…

"Myotismon?" I asked feebly. Suddenly I got a bit scared, but he didn't do anything to me, so I relaxed slightly.

My master looked down at me with his ice blue eyes, his face still expressionless and cold, but I could see through it. His eyes looked a bit different in a way, like he actually cared for me. He would usually just let a henchman die for all he cared. I guess I might have been a little exception. "I'm sorry about everything," he said. "I should have left it to one of the more powerful henchmen."

Then he lifted me off the hard bed and cradled me in his left arm, leaving his right one to stroke me gently. He held me against his chest, which was so firm yet comfortable, and I couldn't help but rub myself against him. He just seemed to be a better place to sleep than the beds in the infirmary. As he gently stroked my back, I fell asleep, breathing in his lovely scent and feeling no pain. I had completely relaxed.

I awoke the next morning, feeling strangely comfortable. I was still bruised and battered all over, but I didn't seem to hurt. Maybe I could walk a bit if I tried. Had Myotismon- according to many, the digital world's most heartless digimon- shown his hidden feelings for me? Or was I so pathetic he couldn't help but feel sorry for me? The question burned in my mind as the pain slowly returned to my arms, legs, head, and side.

The few days were torture for me. Skullmeramon gave as much of a damn about me as Phantomon did, forcing me to walk at the gym. I used to love the gym and looked forward to my daily workouts, but it was the last place I wanted to go, especially with nearly broken limbs and a bruised side. I had to try to stand up, and he made me drag myself around the gym. If I didn't do what he wanted me to do, he hit me with his chains of fire. On the third night, when I had almost forgotten about what had happened that one night, I was flung into the pool of the guantlet, where I would have drowned if it wasn't for Myotismon.

I still do not know why he had gone into our gym, but if he hadn't I wouldn't be here today. He was probably seeing how Skullmeramon was supervising my training and just as he looked in, he saw that fire demon hurl me into the water. The vampire stormed over to him, looking angry about something.

"Skullmeramon, what in the HELL do you think you are doing to her?" he shouted into Skullmeramon's face. "Now go rescue her or I will have your head!"

A few seconds later, I saw a chain get lowered into the water. I tried to grab onto the chain, then hung on as tightly as possible as the vampire lifted me out, glaring at Skullmeramon.

"Sorry, master," he said.

"Let her heal on her own!" shouted Myotismon. "She's one of my most prized henchmen, the best female one at that, and if anything happens to her I am done for! But first, your life will be done for." I loved seeing big old Skullmeramon shudder. That look he gave was priceless.

I smiled as I flopped down onto the ground, relieved that he did care for me. "Thank you so much, master," I whispered, not caring that my fur was soaking wet and I was shivering from the cold.

Myotismon went over to me and wrapped me in his cape. Then he brought me close to his chest for the second time, and I purred for the first time while in his castle. "You will not be pushed around any more," he said. "Come, you will sleep in my coffin tonight. The infirmary is no place for you to rest." He carried me in his arms to his room in one of the towers.

I had not seen the interior of the room in a very long time, but it looked just fabulous. It was very large and round and covered by stone, except for the floor. The windows were small and covered with stained glass that night, while in the day suits of armor placed their shields over the window. Burning white candles were placed on the windowsills and the walls, which gave the room a vivid yellow glow. The floor was entirely covered by a crimson and gold carpet, and a glass chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. The walls had nothing on them except for some dark tapestries that portrayed night and thunderstorms. In one niche of the room, there was a coffin that was adorned with a golden bat on it, standing upright. It opened on its own, revealing a lining of soft red velvet. It was the perfect place for a vampire to sleep in, but what about a cat like me?

"Your room is very nice and all," I said, "but where do I sleep? In the coffin? Where will you sleep?"

"With you," replied my master.

I felt my heart skip a beat. Me, in the same bed as my own master? I thought incredulously. This is a dream come true for many! He's so handsome and comfortable, I know I'll love it!

"Master… I don't know how to thank you…" I whispered.

"You must get your sleep now," said Myotismon. "I will be with you soon." The coffin slowly lowered itself until it was at about a forty-five degree angle from the floor, and he placed me right on the pillow. It was so comfortable and soft, I felt as if I could go to sleep right away. Then I opened my eyes to see exactly what Myo was up to.

I saw him look at me, then remove the golden bat clasp that held his cape on, followed by his cape. He also removed his gloves and boots, and I waited to see him strip off his mask and the rest of his clothes, but my eyelids were too heavy to see what was going on. I felt him stroke me with his plain hand, then get into the coffin with me. The lid closed on the two of us. I felt so secure with him next to me. It was too dark to see, but I slowly climbed onto his chest. Sadly, he was still wearing something. His muscles were so firm and he smelled so good, I knew this was the best place for me. I purred even louder as he stroked me. I fell asleep feeling even warmer and more comfortable than ever.

"Myotismon… you are the best…" I whispered softly, but I doubt he heard me. I fell asleep purring and thinking that it couldn't get any better than that.

The days and nights passed. By day I worked alone at the gym and got more accomplished than Skullmeramon could ever force me to get done, and by night, I was comforted by spending it with Myotismon, and it was true bliss to me. Some days I saw him watching me through the door to the training room, and he seemed to smile at me, encouraging me to continue. The others still continued to tease me dreadfully, but the night was worth it.

Still, I felt that the nights were only because he felt sorry for me and wanted me to heal a bit when I was injured. I wished that everything would last forever, but it didn't. After over a month, I was able to walk again, and no longer hurt anywhere. That part was the good part, but to be negative, I would never get the nighttime healing and comfort from my master again. I would never hear my master's voice in that special way again.

I ached to spend another night with Myotismon, but it never came. I went to sleep bed with hope in my heart that he would come for me, and woke up wishing to see myself in his coffin. It never happened. The hopes grew lesser and lesser, and after a week the hope was gone. I found myself crying myself to sleep and even dreaming about everything that had happened. If only I could live that dream…

After all hopes had been gone that summer night, I heard my master's voice. "Gatomon!" he yelled to me. My heart sank; I knew that he would only call me for some task I did not want to undertake in the middle of the night. "Gatomon, come here!"

I looked down at my feet and trudged towards the main stairway. I saw Myotismon standing there, looking solemn yet peaceful. It didn't look like I was in any trouble at all. "What do you wish of me, master?" I asked meekly.

"Tonight, just call me by my name," said Myotismon. "Now follow me. I have a very special task for you."

I grew frightened as he led me up the stairs. Maybe I would have to die, or have to give him my blood… Maybe he would lock me up there, or send me out to get me injured again… Negative thoughts kept running through my mind as the stairways led higher and higher until we reached one of the faraway rooms that, apparently, were forbidden to any other digimon, or they just hadn't thought of going there.

Finally, we had reached the tallest tower of the castle, and I could see that it was an empty room that was really musty and flooded with the light of the full moon. Before I could ask what was going on, Myotismon took me into his arms and flew out the window onto a nearby ledge that looked over Server, which was stunning and peaceful in the silvery moonlight.

At first I was scared. "What are you doing?" I asked as he set me onto the part that was nearest to the castle walls and walked over to the edge. Then I was confused as he bowed his head at me.

Finally, I became lovestruck as Myo said, "This is my gift to you." He removed his cape and set it on the ledge like a blanket, then removed his gloves. I wandered closer as he undid his belts and removed the scarf that went around his neck, and finally he unbuttoned his top. My mouth dropped open in awe and I blushed without even noticing. Finally, he let the top of it drop down to his waist. He was clad in only the lower part of the uniform, and I loved seeing it. He was so handsome in the moonlight, and his figure was so firm and lean yet well-muscled, and he was doing this all for me.

"I know you wanted this, Gatomon. A night with me, together and alone," he said, sitting down onto the end of the ledge. He set his arm on one of his bent knees for support, and I climbed on, loving every moment of it. I wasn't afraid of anything, not even falling off.

"I did…" I whispered, feeling awed and breathtaken by this. "I've been dreaming about this for a long time, and now my dream comes true…" I trailed off and opened my eyes. I looked into his ice-blue eyes with the very eyes he hated me for, and got mesmerized in them for a short time before he took me off his arms and held me against his firm chest.

My heart beat as fast as it could as I felt myself being set against my master. He was warm and he smelled so good, I wished the night would never end. There was only one thing to do to make it better.

"Set me down next to you, Myo-kun," I said.

So in a blur, I was set onto the ledge next to Myotismon, and I stood on it and began to glow. "Gatomon, dark digivolve to… LADYDEVIMON!" I shouted. As LadyDevimon, I sat down and slid closer to my master. "This makes everything better, doesn't it?" I asked in my deeper and darker voice. We were both humanoids… both the same size… if only it had lasted forever.

I felt his arms wrap around me in that special way, bounding me in an embrace. I felt the most pleasant feeling envelop me as I leaned in and embraced him back, feeling his firm muscles and breathing in his sweet smell. I had no thoughts at that point, only knowing I did this. As he looked at me in that special way, showing affection for me, I leaned in closer and closer to his face.

Our lips met, and I could feel myself ascending into a world of pleasure more than any other pleasure. I had always waited to do this, and finally I knew what it was like. Simply beautiful and profound. The heavens might have opened at that point, and I knew that I was blessed. He ran his hand through my hair, and I stroked the side of his face. It was so good I wished everything had lasted forever.

Finally our faces parted, and we stared into each other's eyes. "Aishiteru, Gatomon…" he said softly to me.

I returned everything with my true feelings for him. "Aishiteru, Myotismon…"

I laid my head against his chest and he wrapped an arm around me as I looked over the beauty of Server from the ledge of the castle… it was a dream come true for me, and I thought of nothing, just taking everything in as it occurred. And it was… looking over what seemed to be an entire continent from the tallest tower of the castle on the mountain, with me alone with my lord… I fell asleep in his arms as he began stroking my hair.

The rest of the night passed in a dreamy blur. I woke up the next morning as the normal Gatomon, feeling quite comfortable and… well… loved. The words I said echoed in my mind for a long time. "Aishiteru, Myotismon…" And my master's voice echoed it with "Aishiteru, Gatomon…"

Of course, things did not stay the way they were. Another mon entered my life, and he seemed much like the right one for me. He had straw-colored hair, jade-green eyes, an amiable disposition and a shy nature. His name was Wizardmon.

"I'm afraid we haven't really gotten to meet each other," said the wizard, appearing to me in the main hall. "My name is Wizardmon, and I'm new here. I don't seem to fit in…"

"I've been an outcast for a very long time here," I replied. "We might be good friends."

It turned out that we were more than friends. He liked to hang out around me for a long time, as if he had a slight crush on me. We did all our missions together, we talked for a long time after hours, and we even liked to be slightly intimate around each other over time.

That one night, which I hoped would go the best of all, turned out to be the worst disaster in the world to me. I had two mons in my life, and I would have to lose one sooner or later. Too bad it would have to be the first one I thought I had loved more. Wiz and I stared into each other's eyes for a while, and then leaned in and began to embrace each other in our arms. I nuzzled myself against his face, and I heard his heart pounding fast. It felt pretty good.

"What are you doing?" asked Myotismon's voice as he flung the door open and it crashed against the wall. He caught us hugging each other as if we were the two biggest lovers in the digital world. "Gatomon!" I paid no attention and looked at Wizardmon with the very eyes I had looked at Myotismon with.

Then I gasped and ceased everything. I saw Myotismon standing in the doorway, and it looked as if his heart had not only gotten broken, but shattered into tiny pieces. He was trying to hide the pain, but his face was nearly contorted into something full of pain. He stormed over to me and formed a whip of his infamous Crimson Lightning.

"CRIMSON LIGHTNING!" he shouted, whipping me across the back with it. At first I was wondering why, but then I realized I broke his heart. He thought he was the only mon in my life, but he was proven wrong. As the whip brushed against my back, spreading searing pain over it, I felt even worse pain in my heart. If only I hadn't done what I had done. I loved both of them. For good measure, he whipped Wizardmon as well.

I had deserved everything, except for the worst part. It wasn't the fact that I had been whipped, but Myotismon hated me.

The next morning I went to the study to apologize. "I'm sorry," I said to him, looking at him with the romantic eyes.

Instead of feeling happy about anything, Myotismon glared at me with his eyes, sending shivers down my spine like he used to. "Never look at me with those eyes unless you mean it. I cannot believe you are with that damn wizard instead of me. What is wrong?"

"Well…" I trailed off. I didn't know what to say. No matter what, everything seemed to lead to a rut. It seemed to be over. "Nothing is wrong with you, master," I replied. "I just… just… was just healing Wizardmon. Like you healed me."

He didn't even crack a tiny smile. His face remained so expressionless, it frightened me. I bowed to him and left. As I closed the door behind myself, I could hear what sounded like muffled crying.

I wanted to hang myself for what I had done. Why did I have to have a feeling like this? Why did human love have to exist among digimon like us? We are only computer data, and we can't feel love at all, and we're damned if we do. With love, suffering had to come with it, as well as withdrawals and dilemmas. This one involved two digimon at once. I loved Wizardmon. He seemed like a great friend to me, but he wanted to be more than friends. And Myotismon… I was in love with him, and he with me, but it didn't show sometimes, expecially the night before.

I tried to stay away from both of them, but I longed to talk to Wizardmon even more and longed even more to spend another night with Myotismon. Still, they hated each other, and if I spent intimate time with both of them… neither of them would want me.

I decided that there would be only one more chance to get Myotismon to love me again. If they both loved me, I could at least get them both to tolerate each other. The only way to do this would be to spend one last night with him.

"Myotismon?" I asked, stepping into the throne room that night. "I really love you, though I don't show it. Maybe I'll stay with you for one night, and… yes, maybe we can do what we did once again."

This time, my master cracked a smile, and his eyes became warmer. Maybe we did have a chance after all. "Come here," he said to me gently. I hopped onto his lap, and he held me in his arms. I purred and purred as he lightened up and stroked me. He stood up and carried me into his room, then laid me in his coffin. He removed everything until he was stripped to his waist, and then he decided to remove his mask.

I watched intently. "Do it, Myotismon," I said. "I love you so much I want to see all of your handsome face."

He brought his hands up to his face and grasped hold of the bat wings on the mask. I watched in awe as he began to remove it.

Suddenly Phantomon burst into the room. "Wizardmon's injured!" he cried out.

"WHAT????!!!!" I screamed, my eyes wide with fear. I started panicking, worried about my friend. Then I dashed out of the room and down the hall, until Phantomon drew me back with his telekinetic powers. "Let go of me!" I screamed. "I need to save Wizardmon!"

"So you love that wizard more than you love me," said Myotismon sternly. "It was a test. Your wizard friend is alive and well, but you… I thought you loved me."

"I do," I said, unsure of everything.

"Then go with your damn wizard," said Myotismon. "If you will be in love with him, then you cannot love me."

"Suit yourself," I snapped back. "You were a lousy lover, anyway. I would rather spend my life with a digimon who is honest and caring to ALL other digimon than with you! We are now ENEMIES!!!" I ran down the hall, fuming with rage, hot tears stinging my eyes for reasons I even did not figure out. "Who needs him?" I asked myself. "So what if we have broken up and we're now enemies? Wizardmon is my love now, and… and…" I began to cry as I reached a secluded room of mine. "And I…" My words got caught as they came out. My throat got choked up from thinking about it, and I could feel tears running down my face.

I remained in there and cried for hours. No one came in the room to comfort me, and I know at least one digimon heard me crying. I didn't know why; I thought I was happy to have Myotismon out of my love life forever, but I felt a contradiction. My mind said one thing; my heart said another. As my heart slowly shattered into tiny pieces and I felt like I wanted to lay there and bleed tears for the rest of my life, if not die.

I barely ate for days afterward, I was so sad. The moments spent with Wizardmon made me feel like I was wasting my life, but I still loved him anyway. Every night I cried myself to sleep. I tried to take my mind off of everything by going to the gym and working with the loner Skullmeramon, but everything seemed to remind me of my dear Myo.

Finally, one day, I got the courage to look at his face again. This time, it looked very different from when I last saw it. There was no emotion at all, and his expression made him look like a statue. It was frightening. The worst part was that his ice blue eyes were full of hatred, and as they flashed down at me I felt a shiver go down my spine. I knew everything was over, and everything was back to the way it used to be. My heart sank and slowly broke again as I got one last look at him and walked away.

That night I cried myself to sleep.

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The years passed, and I never got another chance to tell Myotismon that I loved him and wanted him back. I settled for Wizardmon, and we were inseparable over the years. It was so much that I forgot or got the wrong thoughts about him. My sorrow had been masked with what I thought was hatred. I convinced myself to belive that I hated him and must kill him. And every time I killed him, all three times, I felt that arrow, that Tera Force, that electric force stab me through the heart.

It had been a day and a night since I had the dream. It is now late night on February 14, which is the day of love according to humans. Kari is now going out with TK, so at least she has someone in her life. She has more than one lover. I have none. I feel a great emptiness in my life, for both of my lovers were torn away from me. Wizardmon was killed by Myotismon, and Myotismon was killed by me. I'd die to see either of them again, and I hope they come back again. Still, because my love life is so unlucky and overflowing with heartbreak, I may never have another mon in my life again. Veemon and Patamon are OK, but they never gave me the true love that was demonstrated by the vampire and the wizard, both of whom I loved so much. If only Myo still knew, wherever he is.

Kari is asleep, so I am alone with my thoughts. The very thoughts I had wanted to have tonight… I relive the romantic escapade I had gone on, especially relishing the memories I had that one night with Myotismon… I was his lover, and he was my master. For that one night, I feel as if both of us had been lovers. Maybe he had been.

As I close my eyes, feeling as if I could cry any minute, I think I hear a voice. The voice echoes in my mind as it spins a picture of how I remember him the most… I see my master before me as I saw him that one night… his silky blonde hair framing his face just so… his icy blue eyes having a touch of warmth to them, as if he cared… his handsome face actually smiling slightly at me… and he seemed to be an angel to me, though a devil to others. The image reaches out to me and speaks softly to me in his voice.

"Aishiteru, Gatomon…" He appeared to blow a soft kiss to me and disappear, with only black before my eyes.

I responded to my master's voice in the same romantic way I had done that night, before slipping once again into the comfortable abyss of sleep. "Aishiteru, Myotismon… I love you… I will love you forever… come back to me… Aishiteru…"

Aishiteru, Myotismon. Though you have gone through three painful deaths, you will live forever in my heart.

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