Well, I decided to write another fic!! This one's a Sorato *everyone
faints* lol I don't have anything more of value to say to yall, just that I
luv each and every one of u who reviewed my other fics, it's what has
inspired me to write this fic. and also, this fic doesn't have a title yet,
so any suggestions would be more than welcome!!! Remember to always
review!!! ^_^ Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon!!!
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No Title Yet
By Anime Queen
A/N: Written from Sora's pov ten years after Malomyotismon battle.
. - Sora's thoughts.
It has been ages since I last saw the Digidestined. After the battle with Malomyotismon, my parents didn't want me to have anything to do with any of that, so we moved to Australia immediately.
The whole point was, of course, for me not to have any contacts from Japan, but what my parents didn't know was that I still communicated with them. And every time I spoke to them, I wanted to go there, to be with them again. I knew my parents only wanted what's best for me, but the time I had spent in Sydney was even darker than the Dark Masters' rule. At least, we were all together then.
Mimi Tachikawa, my best friend, now lives in New York where she is a model. And Jou Kido travels around, making himself useful as a doctor. Tai Kamiya is captain of his own soccer team - they play for Japan, of course. His sister Hikari is an elementary school teacher. Yamato Ishida is a well known rock star, and his little brother Takeru Takashi is a novelist. And I am, well, a nobody.
My mother runs her own flower shop, just like she used to back in Japan. And I work there after school. It's boring and depressing, since all I ever think about is the old days, when I was part of the Digidestined. That was why I thought that I was hallucinating, when I saw Yamato Ishida on the doorstep of my mother's shop.
He just stood there, in his old high school clothes, grinning at my confused expression.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked in a sexy voice.
"Matt?" That was all I was able to choke out. I must be loosing it. That can't be him
"Yep, it's me all right," he informed me, as if reading my mind.
"But. but." I stuttered, unable to form my whirling thoughts into words.
"It's been a while, Sor," he said slowly as he walked inside the shop, looking around him.
"Wouldn't argue on that!" I exclaimed, my initial shock at seeing the blast from my past now gone. It's so wonderful to see him again!
"But you still haven't changed a bit, you know."
I know Yama. I'm still the same, even after all those years, still a nobody
"We've all missed you so much, after you left, the group just split up."
"But things have worked out for you, huh?"
"Yes. and no."
I arched my eyebrows and looked at him quizzically. Matt opened his mouth to explain, but a voice from the outside interrupted our conversation.
"Hey Matt!"
"Umm, so I guess I'll talk to you later, Sora," he said, almost sadly.
"Yeah, sure," I replied with a smile. Matt rested his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner for a while. He was about to say something else, but
"Matt! What's keeping ya? We gotta go!"
"Uhh, I'm coming!" he cried impatiently to his friends in the car, and with an apologetic smile, he left.
I stood next to the window, watching as he sped off in his car, still unable to fully believe that Yamato Ishida, the rock star, was here talking to me, a no one. Maybe my luck was really changing for the better. After all those years of being miserable, it was hard to believe that I'll someday be happy again. Even if I didn't see the other Digidestined, if only I could be with Matt, then.
"It will be enough," I finished my thought aloud and smiled.
That night I wrote in my journal, as I did every day all my life.
"Dear Diary,
The most remarkable thing happened today. Matt Ishida, yes, the famous rock star I've told you so much about, is in Sydney. We talked, and it was the most wonderful and exciting thing to have happened to me in years, even if it was only for a little while. Now, as I'm writing this, I'm getting the same excited feeling in my stomach, as if thousands of sparrows are trying to break free from within. This day, I've been waiting so long for it, the day that I would see my Yama once again. And now that it's finally here, I can't put into words the kind of feelings and thoughts I'm having now.
Our conversation was brief and lacking information, but I didn't really care. And when at the end he put his hand on my shoulder. I know he only meant it as a friendly gesture, but still. Having him touch me again was heaven. Even if it meant nothing to him."
I paused, my pen still poised above the sheet, but my mind was back at the shop this afternoon, and Matt was still standing in the doorway.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he said in his husky voice.
"Oh, Yama, it's really you!" I exclaimed, but remained where I was.
"Sora, I missed you so much!" he ran up to me, and twirled me around in his arms until we were both dizzy. I laughed, the same carefree laugh I had when I was still part of the Digidestined, and tightened my grip around his neck.
"It's been so long since I last saw you," Matt said as he gazed deep into my eyes. "You've definitely changed."
"How so?"
"You've grown even more beautiful, although I'm not quite sure how that was possible," he breathed down my neck, and I realized how dangerously close our faces were. Matt leaned in, and I closed my eyes expectantly, but the kiss never came.
I heard the door open, and immediately pulled back from him.
"Welcome to Takenouchi Floral," I said mechanically, turning to where the door was supposed to be.
When I blinked again, I was no longer in my mother's shop. I was in my room, my unfinished journal entry left hanging in mid sentence. My mother stood in the entrance to my room, a pile of fresh laundry in her hands, a puzzled expression on her face.
Have I just said that part aloud? I wondered, my hand flying up to my mouth in a futile attempt to cover up what I just said. Judging by the disturbed look my mother gave me, I guess that I did.
"Umm, it was a joke, mom," I told her with a smile on my face. "It's just that I spend so much time in the shop, I sometimes think I live there."
She seemed to buy this, but I could see her shaking her head, and giving me one strange look before she headed out the door.
It was only then, when I was completely alone, did I finish my entry.
"My heart yearns to sing out with joy, Diary. My love is back by my side."
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Well, that's the end of the first chapter. tell me what yall think, remember to review!!! ^_^ oh and u can email me at anniki2003@aol.com with suggestions for the title!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon!!!
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No Title Yet
By Anime Queen
A/N: Written from Sora's pov ten years after Malomyotismon battle.
. - Sora's thoughts.
It has been ages since I last saw the Digidestined. After the battle with Malomyotismon, my parents didn't want me to have anything to do with any of that, so we moved to Australia immediately.
The whole point was, of course, for me not to have any contacts from Japan, but what my parents didn't know was that I still communicated with them. And every time I spoke to them, I wanted to go there, to be with them again. I knew my parents only wanted what's best for me, but the time I had spent in Sydney was even darker than the Dark Masters' rule. At least, we were all together then.
Mimi Tachikawa, my best friend, now lives in New York where she is a model. And Jou Kido travels around, making himself useful as a doctor. Tai Kamiya is captain of his own soccer team - they play for Japan, of course. His sister Hikari is an elementary school teacher. Yamato Ishida is a well known rock star, and his little brother Takeru Takashi is a novelist. And I am, well, a nobody.
My mother runs her own flower shop, just like she used to back in Japan. And I work there after school. It's boring and depressing, since all I ever think about is the old days, when I was part of the Digidestined. That was why I thought that I was hallucinating, when I saw Yamato Ishida on the doorstep of my mother's shop.
He just stood there, in his old high school clothes, grinning at my confused expression.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked in a sexy voice.
"Matt?" That was all I was able to choke out. I must be loosing it. That can't be him
"Yep, it's me all right," he informed me, as if reading my mind.
"But. but." I stuttered, unable to form my whirling thoughts into words.
"It's been a while, Sor," he said slowly as he walked inside the shop, looking around him.
"Wouldn't argue on that!" I exclaimed, my initial shock at seeing the blast from my past now gone. It's so wonderful to see him again!
"But you still haven't changed a bit, you know."
I know Yama. I'm still the same, even after all those years, still a nobody
"We've all missed you so much, after you left, the group just split up."
"But things have worked out for you, huh?"
"Yes. and no."
I arched my eyebrows and looked at him quizzically. Matt opened his mouth to explain, but a voice from the outside interrupted our conversation.
"Hey Matt!"
"Umm, so I guess I'll talk to you later, Sora," he said, almost sadly.
"Yeah, sure," I replied with a smile. Matt rested his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner for a while. He was about to say something else, but
"Matt! What's keeping ya? We gotta go!"
"Uhh, I'm coming!" he cried impatiently to his friends in the car, and with an apologetic smile, he left.
I stood next to the window, watching as he sped off in his car, still unable to fully believe that Yamato Ishida, the rock star, was here talking to me, a no one. Maybe my luck was really changing for the better. After all those years of being miserable, it was hard to believe that I'll someday be happy again. Even if I didn't see the other Digidestined, if only I could be with Matt, then.
"It will be enough," I finished my thought aloud and smiled.
That night I wrote in my journal, as I did every day all my life.
"Dear Diary,
The most remarkable thing happened today. Matt Ishida, yes, the famous rock star I've told you so much about, is in Sydney. We talked, and it was the most wonderful and exciting thing to have happened to me in years, even if it was only for a little while. Now, as I'm writing this, I'm getting the same excited feeling in my stomach, as if thousands of sparrows are trying to break free from within. This day, I've been waiting so long for it, the day that I would see my Yama once again. And now that it's finally here, I can't put into words the kind of feelings and thoughts I'm having now.
Our conversation was brief and lacking information, but I didn't really care. And when at the end he put his hand on my shoulder. I know he only meant it as a friendly gesture, but still. Having him touch me again was heaven. Even if it meant nothing to him."
I paused, my pen still poised above the sheet, but my mind was back at the shop this afternoon, and Matt was still standing in the doorway.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he said in his husky voice.
"Oh, Yama, it's really you!" I exclaimed, but remained where I was.
"Sora, I missed you so much!" he ran up to me, and twirled me around in his arms until we were both dizzy. I laughed, the same carefree laugh I had when I was still part of the Digidestined, and tightened my grip around his neck.
"It's been so long since I last saw you," Matt said as he gazed deep into my eyes. "You've definitely changed."
"How so?"
"You've grown even more beautiful, although I'm not quite sure how that was possible," he breathed down my neck, and I realized how dangerously close our faces were. Matt leaned in, and I closed my eyes expectantly, but the kiss never came.
I heard the door open, and immediately pulled back from him.
"Welcome to Takenouchi Floral," I said mechanically, turning to where the door was supposed to be.
When I blinked again, I was no longer in my mother's shop. I was in my room, my unfinished journal entry left hanging in mid sentence. My mother stood in the entrance to my room, a pile of fresh laundry in her hands, a puzzled expression on her face.
Have I just said that part aloud? I wondered, my hand flying up to my mouth in a futile attempt to cover up what I just said. Judging by the disturbed look my mother gave me, I guess that I did.
"Umm, it was a joke, mom," I told her with a smile on my face. "It's just that I spend so much time in the shop, I sometimes think I live there."
She seemed to buy this, but I could see her shaking her head, and giving me one strange look before she headed out the door.
It was only then, when I was completely alone, did I finish my entry.
"My heart yearns to sing out with joy, Diary. My love is back by my side."
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Well, that's the end of the first chapter. tell me what yall think, remember to review!!! ^_^ oh and u can email me at anniki2003@aol.com with suggestions for the title!!!
