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The changing of seasons wasn't anything new, but going back-and-forth between worlds sometimes meant being blindsided by time. Gatomon could briefly recall everything was still green the Sunday she hopped through the gate for a week, including the areas she visited with Wizardmon. It wasn't much, of course, though it was the first thing she noticed before the blustery winds started to pick up. And as she sized up Miko one day, she couldn't help feeling the old twinge of jealousy that the cat's fur could grow with the seasons. Kari permitted her to borrow her childhood scarf during autumn, yet she had always put it off. It wasn't because she

*~*~* Walking through the dark corridors, Gatomon kept her sharp eyes fixated before her as she passed Digimon, many of whom shrunk back to give her room. Having never made it an option to memorize every new recruit or veteran servant, her reputation in the castle made it easier for her to tell from a glance those who were afraid of her, and those who would return her sneer. Respect was hard to come by to begin with, although she had not once cared about others' opinions just as long as Myotismon was pleased. “Hey, who's the beauty?” “Don't look at her if you want to live.” Sniffing, she ignored the huddled Gazimon

Roused from her sleep by breakfast (somehow the light wasn't what disturbed her), Gatomon sat up with a scrunched pout and grouched, “Did you even sleep?” “Of course I did.” A wide-awake Wizardmon smiled over at her from the small kitchen, flipping an omelet. She turned for a peek outside. “I can't even see the sunlight,” she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes and getting to her feet. “Ugh...” “It's going to take a bit to get used to all of this,” he assured her as much as to himself upon glancing at what little counter space there was. “At least it's something.” “I'm

*~*~* If there was ever a concept of Hell in the Digital World, Myotismon's castle was the foundation. Light and hope were snuffed out from its premises, never to be renewed. All kinds of evil were encouraged within the walls to strengthen the dark, leaving very little room for those few who latched onto their light to let it bloom. Many succumbed to the despair, giving themselves to the eternal servitude of the master, in which death was the only release. It was obvious no goodness and sanity could have survived, even if they put up a fight on the way out. In the never-ending maze of madness, one small chamber served as a safe haven from t

*~*~* “Where did you guys want to be dropped off at?” Kari's question was like a dope slap upside Gatomon's head. “Uh... we didn't talk about that,” she mumbled, glancing up at Wizardmon. He found her blank expression to be amusing. Once the Digi-Port was booted up, the girl blinked at the coordinates. “Was this where you went to, Gatomon?” Ears twitching, the feline looked over on tip-toe. “In the canyon? Yeah.” She scarcely gave it a second glance before shrugging it off, facing the Digimon with a smile on her face. “Are you two ready?” Nodding in unison, they turned toward Y