Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of it's characters.
AN: You guys out there are undoubtedly the best fans I have seen. Sticking by me so staunchly. Anyway, after a tremendous bout of writers' block, I AM BACK. I am re publishing TDL with some changes. So, the gist of this new and improved story is- Sora meets Yamato when he joins Heisho Academy. They become fast friends. And neither of them is able to see that they are soul mates. Like every true friendship, they face their fair share of problems (actually more than their fair share- they're forever bickering), brought on by Yamato, who has serious attitude issues. They quarrel often, which irks Sora, but she never lets go of Yamato, for reasons even she doesn't understand. And will they finally understand the weird bond that holds them together? Read on to know. Please review, as your feedback helps me improve on my writing. It's a true Sorato at heart. The fic may feature MiChi later, but I'm not sure.
PS: This fanfic is dedicated to a very special guy in my life who's given me the inspiration for this story. I cant take his name as he doesn't want to be publicized on the internet! Our story's a lot similar, it's just that ours isn't a love story. Here's to the Yamato Ishida of my life!
THE DIVIDING LINE
CHAPTER I
-Sora's P.O.V-
My feet were tapping impatiently as I waited outside the mall for my best friend Mimi. Well, I say 'best friend', although I seriously doubt it sometimes, like now, because she really drives me up the wall. We're not in the least alike. She loves cruising the mall, looking for hot sales bargains and hotter boys. Me? I prefer my males on the field. I'm the sports nut, and I care two hoots for fashion. The shorts and T-shirt I wore were testament to that, both being extremely baggy but nice and comfy. Soccer is my passion, although I've recently taken up tennis as well, and I find both to be the best kind of stress busters for me.
There was still no sign of Meems, as I affectionately call her, and I distracted myself by reading the sports news from a newsvendor, who stands with a cart near the mall. The frantic clicking of heels behind me alerted me to the arrival of my friend. Only Mimi Tachikawa could have mastered the art of running a marathon around the mall in three-inch heels I thought with a smirk as I turned to face her.
Sure enough, there was no mistaking Mimi. Dressed in a mini skirt and a halter, which I knew I'd find in the pages of some or the other fashion magazine, fishnet stockings, black nail paint and heels, Mimi stood before me, panting slightly, carrying at least seven bags in each hand. Her long, luxuriant brown hair now had streaks of pink, which it definitely didn't have three hours ago when I last saw her. But her smile was more than familiar to me; my friend had something to say.
"I'm sooooooo sorry Sora!" she trilled in a high soprano, dragging out the 'sooooooo' for five seconds. "But you wont believe this hunk I met today in the café! And I bumped into him and he was so gentlemanly about it! And he bought me a latte and I have another date with him day after!" she prattled off in one breath.
I took some of the bags from her and said, "Calm down hon, and say it from the start. And go a little more slowly, you ain't goin' to catch a train are you?"
"See… I wanted to grab a quick bite and I went to this café and there was this gorgeous guy! Raven hair, the most hunky figure you'll ever come across and a voice that could make anyone swoon. I really wasn't looking where I was going and…" Mimi droned on and on and on and I listened a little half-heartedly, uttering a small "Cool!" and "Uh huh" now and then.
We walked towards our favourite fast food joint, Hang Out (AN: I dunno if there really is a place by this name, but I don't own it!) just near Heisho Academy, which we attend.
Just as we were across the road from Hang Out, Mimi said, "And I have his number…" she trailed off with a look of horror on her face, her manicured fingers clutching her cell phone.
"Meems, what is it?" I asked, looking at her anxiously. "Something wrong with your phone?"
"Let's not go to Hang Out today," she said, very firmly.
"Meems! I'm hungry!" I said, exasperated. Ok, let me get this straight. My friend has a quick bite and cuppa with the guy of her dreams and she's not letting me satisfy MY hunger. Some best friend she is!
"I swear, I will pay for your meal, anywhere you wanna go, just not THERE!" she said, her voice becoming shrill and a slightly hysterical look in her eyes.
"Fine… You wait on this side of the road and I'll grab a to-go something. And you don't need to pay for it. Just wait till I come back!" I said, taking out my wallet and crossing the road.
"Sora no!" she was yelling but I was already half way there. It seemed really weird how she didn't want me to go there.
At first glance the place looked empty. But then I saw one guy talking to his friend, who worked there. Funny, I'd never seen either of them before. Maybe they were new to Odaiba.
"Welcome to Hang Out, the best place for you to…" the guy at the counter began but I had heard this spiel a gazillion times before.
"… hang out with friends and family," I completed his sentence. "I practically live here buddy. I'm your most regular regular!" I grinned at him.
"Great! But I'm new here so I don't know your regular order. You'll have to tell me." he said, giving me a smile. He looked like a nice guy, with really friendly, warm, brown eyes, although his wild, brown bushy hair was pretty scary. I wondered if that bush on top of his skull had ever met a comb or a pair of scissors. He was wearing the standard Hang Out uniform, a white apron with green piping. Hang Out has seriously cheesy nametags. They're nauseatingly sweet with an extra adorable smiley face saying, "Hi, I'm _, how may I help you?" The blank space on this guy's nametag read TaiChi.
"It's not gonna make a difference today TaiChi," I said. "I gotta take my order to-go. So, it'll be root beer and chicken sandwiches. I'm Sora, by the way," I extended my hand.
"Comin' up!" he sang. He shook my hand briefly and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile the other guy swung around to face me and for a second, I was struck dumb.
This guy was like the polar opposite of TaiChi. Cold blue eyes that made one think that snuggling up with a glacier on a winter's day would be warmer. Blonde hair, immaculately styled with what must have been a really obscene amount of hair gel. A mouth that indicated that he spent more time frowning than smiling, unlike TaiChi, who had a permanent, goofy smile plastered to his face. A nice, lean figure and great clothes. Wait a minute, why was I checking out this guy's clothes and figure? I looked demurely away and drummed my fingers on the countertop, waiting for TaiChi to get my sandwich.
"Here you go Sora," he came out and gave me a parcel. I handed him some cash and said, "Keep the change!"
"Whoa… Thanks a ton! Hey, Sora, meet my longtime buddy, Yamato Ishida," he said, pointing to Mr. Icy Glare next to me.
"Hey," he said, in a wonderful baritone, smiling for, like a millisecond. That was time enough. His face was COMPLETELY transformed and he looked like a million dollars. Now THAT was a face worth checking the figure out for. If only the smile had a longer shelf life.
"Hi," I said, taking a swig of my root beer. "I'll see you around TaiChi!" I called over my back as I went out of the place.
"Ok, I am back from Hang Out, and since I haven't picked up anything contagious, I'd really like it if you explained why you were so against me going there in the first place," I said, as I rejoined Mimi, who was looking very disapprovingly at me.
"Want a bite?" I mumbled through a mouthful of chicken and cheese, waving my sandwich in front of Mimi's nose.
"No thanks… I'll have to reapply my lip gloss," she wrinkled her nose a little bit as she saw how I was scarfing my snack in a very un-lady-like way.
"So, Meems, what is your problem with that place?" I said, washing down my sandwich with some root beer and unwrapping the second one.
"Didn't you see those two guys there? Especially the blonde one," she said, very pointedly. I noticed she said the word 'blonde' with an expression that indicated she had stepped in dog poo or something.
"Well, they're new in town and already amidst a mini-scandal," she said.
"What kind of a mini-scandal?" I asked. This seemed interesting. "Hey, wanna come over to the shop? I gotta take over from Mum so that she can go home." My mother is a florist, and a successful one at that. We have a huge shop at the square. As for my dad, well let's just say that I don't know anything about him. He passed away when I was young and I barely remember him.
"Sure" Mimi said. She had that superior look on her face and I knew that if I didn't stop her, she'd go on about how it pays to pay attention to gossip and I'd never know the present situation.
"Lecture later Meems, tell me about Mr. Ishida NOW!" I said.
"Oh, see, now you'll also soon be within his spell!" she said, aghast at the fact that I knew his name.
"Huh? What spell?" I said, completely in the dark.
"He's a total lady-killer with those brooding looks of his. He's left a string of broken hearts in Kyoto and I don't think that this particular leopard has changed his spots!" she declared decisively.
"Brooding good looks?! Ha! You wish! That cold stare of his makes you wish for a jacket!" I said as I pushed open the door to the shop.
"Sora! Thank goodness! Today was a really weary day!" my mother exclaimed, coming forward to give me a hug.
"Hey there Mum," I said, returning the hug. "Go on home; I'll be there by nine."
"See you at dinner honey," she said, picking up her car keys. Mimi and my mum exchanged 'hello's' and my mum went out.
"But still! Think of the depravity of it! Yamato Ishida seems like a person who has NO morals whatsoever. Pompous jerk," she muttered.
"Ssshhh…" I said. "You shouldn't be too hasty. For all you know, he might turn out to be a nice guy." I said, pruning out some carnations for a lady who had asked for a dozen.
"There! See! You're under the spell too! That's it! I cant stay in these conditions anymore! I am going home!" Mimi threw her hands up in the air. She picked up her umpteen shopping bags and headed out.
"Take a cold shower Sor," she said, over her shoulder and hailed a cab to go home.
I shook my head, well acquainted with her moods.
"Very melodramatic," observed my customer.
"She watches a tad too many soaps," I said, wrapping up her flowers in a tissue.
"Mmmmm," she said, as she paid me.
When the woman left, I turned to the mirror my mum had put in the store. I brushed back my long, auburn hair and thought of what Meems had said. Lady-killer? Nah, he looked more like he was suffering from some really heavy-duty misery. I swore that I would find out the truth about Yamato, even if it was the last thing I'd do.
AN: And that's chapter one people! Please let me know what you think through your reviews! Till then, as I always say, take care everybody!
~Drakky28293