taichi: *entering* hey nightflame. *sits down and sighs heavily*
nightflame: sup taichi? *notices taichi's depressed face* what's wrong?
taichi: *gives nightflame a look* what do you mean, what's wrong? the love of my life is in the arms of another...my best friend
nightflame: ouch...well, ya know...*inspiration hits* I know what to write about!!
taichi: huh?
nightflame: well, there are what, 25 years in between the final showdown and the last episode? This is what happened in during that time.
taichi: I still don't get it.
nightflame: I'm going to write a taiora
taichi: taiora?
nightflame: yea, you know, a story about the relationship between you and sora
taichi: really?
nightflame: *keys clacking away* yea...all I see lately are Soratos...c'mon Taiora writers, let's get going here!
taichi: okay. don't you need a disclaimer or something?
nightflame: *stops abruptly* damn you taichi!! you just reminded me that I DON'T OWN DIGIMON!!!!
taichi:*hides* sorry...?
nightflame: whatever...that should be enough of a disclaimer. *goes back to writing*
(' ') denotes thoughts
Fighting Against Fate
Chapter 1: a midnight visitor
The young man stared at his laptop. Blinking blearily, he sighed and turned away to look at the clock.
11:57pm.
How long had he been working on that paper? He rubbed his eyes exhaustedly. He had been staring at that computer screen for too long. 'I wonder if this is how Koushiro feels after working'
Taichi Kamiya pushed away from his desk. 'I need some hot tea' he decided. Shuffling towards his kitchen, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The time in the digital world had heightened his senses and his instincts. He knew someone was nearby. He glanced around the empty apartment. 'Maybe I've been working too hard on that paper. I'm starting to get edgy' he decided.
As he passed the front door, he heard a noise. 'Who would be at my front door at midnight?' he thought nervously. Silently, he grabbed a golf club from the bag near his door. "Who's there?" he called out. He heard nothing. Preparing himself, he flung open the door and raised his club, poised for attack. "Ahh!!"
"Ahh!" a young female cried out, covering herself with her arms. Tai froze. "Sor- Sora?" A young woman with reddish-brown hair was crouched down on his doorstep, cowering.
"Taichi?"
Tai stood there shocked. "What are you doing here? And so late?" Straightening up, Sora looked at him. "Uhm, Taichi, if you don't mind, could you put down the golf club? I'm not gonna attack you"
Taichi looked at her, confused for a minute. Looking up, he noticed that his club was still poised for an attack. Hastily, he pulled his arm down and threw the club behind him. "Heh heh. Sorry" he apologized nervously. As he looked at her eyes, he noticed that they were red and puffy. "Have you been...crying?" he asked gently. Tears filled her eyes and she trembled. "Oh Tai!" she cried, throwing herself into his arms.
Tai stood there in shock. Awkwardly, he patted her back. "It's all right, don't worry, just tell me what's wrong" he whispered soothingly.
Sora pulled away, hiccupping slightly. "Yamato and I (hiccup) Yamato and I...had a fight and...and..." Tears started to roll down her face. "and he said that he didn't know what he was thinking when he got involved with me" She started to sob quietly.
"Sor, it's okay. I'm sure it was just in the heat of the moment that he said that" Tai said soothingly. Inwardly, he was seething. It had killed him to see the love of his life in the arms of his best friend, but he attempted to let her go and move on with his life. If anything, Yamato had made her happy. And Tai convinced himself that her happiness was all that mattered.
And now, here she was crying her heart out over an argument. Various ways to inflict pain on Yamato ran through his head until a soft hiccupping interrupted his thoughts. As he looked upon Sora's miserable face, all thoughts flew out of his head and his first concern was to comfort her. "Sor, c'mon in, it's cold out here on the doorstep" Nodding, Sora walked in as Tai moved aside to give her room.
Silently, he closed the door behind her and followed her into the living room. Sora walked into the small apartment and sat down on his couch.
"Do you want some tea? I was about to make myself a cup" Tai offered. Finally finding her voice, Sora replied. "Yes. Thanks"
Taichi headed off towards the kitchen and set the water. He reached for some cups when he realized something. He really needed to do the dishes. Sighing heavily, he grabbed two cups and washed them rapidly. Once he heard the harsh scream of the teakettle, he turned off the gas and quickly poured two cups of the scalding liquid into the cups. Holding the two cups, he walked into the living room, he noticed Sora quickly pushing away his laptop with a slightly guilty look. "Sor? What were you doing?" he asked in a teasing tone.
"Noth- nothing" she stammered. Tai simply gave her a look as he handed her the cup. "I was just looking at your paper" she admitted.
"Oh that thing. I've been working on it for the last couple days and it's getting me so frustrated" he replied. "If I had known in the beginning how much work it took to become an ambassador, I would have never started" he said exasperated. Sora simply smiled. They sat there in silence for bit before Tai decided to try and venture into the subject of why she was there. "Anyway, Sora, about this fight that you and Yamato had..."
"When did you take up golf, Tai?" Sora interrupted quickly. "I never knew you had any interest at all in that sport"
Taichi looked at her. He could see how desperate she was to avoid the subject. Rather than make her uncomfortable, he decided to go along. "Well, it was my professor's suggestion. Apparently, people don't usually work on foreign relations over a game of soccer"
"As ambassador to the digital world, I wouldn't think many digimon would know how to golf" Sora replied laughingly. Taichi smiled. "Well, I'm not an ambassador for the digital world yet. Debates on establishing contact with the digital world are still being debated. That's sort of what my paper is about. I'm taking all these classes on foreign and public relations in preparation"
Sora smiled. "All these years I've known you, yet I never took into consideration that you'd want to become an ambassador. Then again, I'd never think you'd cut your hair either"
Taichi smiled ruefully and ran his hand through his now short hair. "It's weird, you know? I've had big hair all my life and now...it's gone. I took it for granted. It was a part of me; I thought it'd always be there" 'Just like I did with you' he thought. "Anyway," he continued, shaking his head, "it takes a lot less time to dry my hair now"
Sora laughed. "I always wondered how long it took you to dry your hair" Taichi laughed. "A long, long time" Sora giggled and picked up her cup and sipped it. "Uhm, Taichi?"
"Yes?"
"I think you forgot to add the tea" "Nani?" Taichi looked down at his cup of...hot water. He blushed. "Uh, sorry, hold on, I'll go get some teabags" he said embarrassed. Quickly, he walked toward the kitchen and scoured the cupboards for some teabags. After a little search, he grabbed a couple bags and walked back toward the living room.
As he walked back in, he noticed that Sora had fallen asleep on the couch. Smiling, he walked over and gently gathered her in his arms and carried her into his extra bedroom. Placing her softly on the bed, he covered her with a blanket. Hesitating slightly, he decided that one little kiss wouldn't hurt; she was sleeping. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked to the door.
Flicking off the light, he turned and looked at her one last time. "Good night...my love" he called out softly,
closing the door behind him.
taichi: damn yamato!! I'll kill him!! Making Sora cry...
nightflame: calm down Taichi. There'll be no killing in this story.
taichi: well, could I at least send Jun after him?
nightflame: NO- no one deserves that kind of torture. Anyway, people, take a note from the review box...be
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