:.:*Disclaimer*:.: As always, I don't own digimon. If I did, there would be no fanfiction written by me, because I'd be too busy making money off of turning this into a show.



Undying Passions

::...Ch.1:Heat of the Moment...::



The heat of the moment, fire and desire. They wanted it; they'd aim for it. Neither moved; why?

Tai placed his right hand on the wall, above Sora's left shoulder. Sora stood, with her back against the wall, staring up into Tai's chocolate-colored eyes, which burned with passion. Sora had wanted him for a long time, and he her, but neither spoke, moved, breathed.

"Tai..." Sora whispered.

Tai placed his left index finger to her lips. "Ssh... I know already. I sensed it."

They stood, silent for a moment. Sora, anxious for his lips to press against hers, called his name again, softer so only he could hear. "Tai..."

Tai said nothing, just stared into her ruby eyes. He placed his left hand on her cheek, lifting her head slightly. His eyes flashed with an emotion Sora hadn't seen for a while; was it... nervousness...?!?

"Don't be afraid," she said. "I'm yours for the taking."

Tai blinked, the emotion vanishing. His eyes were filled with the same feeling he could find in hers. His head leaned forward, his lips preparing to press against hers. His head went closer... closer... closer... almost there--

"I was thinking we could go for pizza afterwards," Miyako's voice drifted into their ears.

Tai looked in the direstion of the door, lowering his left arm. Seizing the opportunity to escape from the position the two were in, Sora slid past Tai and sat in one of the swivel chairs in the computer lab. Tai crossed his arms and leaned on the wall, looking towards the door.

"Pizza sounds good," Ken said, walking into the computer lab, Miyako on his back. "All right, we're here."

"Aww, I was having fun, too," Miyako said, hopping down from Ken's back. She looked at the two in the room. "Hi, Tai, hi, Sora. Where's Kari?"

"I was just about to ask the same thing," Tai said.

"She's probably watching TK's basketball practice, then. I'll go get her," Miyako offered. She headed down the hall.

Ken stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do: stay or leave?

"Come on, Ken!" Miyako said, hooking arms with Ken. She pulled him away from the lab.

"Gone," Tai said.

"Yeah," agreed Sora.

An uneasy silence drifted into the room. Tai sat backwards in a swivel chair in front of her and reached for her hand. He rubbed her soft fingers with his thumb.

She looked up into his eyes again.

"Sora..." he whispered.

Sora shook her head, pulling her hand away. "Not now," she replied, looking towards the door. Tai understood, and spoke no more of the incident.



~*!*~



He sat with his guitar on the floor beside him, slightly depressed. He was single, and he was hating it. He was sick of the fans, sick of the obsessed girls, sick of the band's publicity. But he kept it all inside, leaving his face void of all emotion.

A girl walked outside to the bench he was sitting in and sat beside him. "Hi, Matt," she said perkily.

"Hi, Jun," Matt replied, slightly annoyed at her appearance.

"So, when are you going to ask me out?" Jun asked.

"What?! Why would I do that?"

"Some girl told me you were going to later, but you wanted to make sure I felt the same way."

"Who told you that?!"

"Kat, from fifth period."

"Kat lies. She's famous for her conning. She finds an emotion, a soft spot in your heart, and uses it to hurt someone she doesn't like." He stood up, shakily. This Kat girl wasn't exactly one of his liking, and probaby wouldn't be one of Jun's. Anger was boiling inside him, about the possibly-jealous girl messing with the pure emotions of a fan of Matt's. He didn't like it, not on bit. But what about Jun? What should he do?

"W-What are you trying to say?"

Matt couldn't hold it back. "Don't listen to Kat!" he said, his voice rising a bit. "She's a dirty rotten whore who likes toying with people's feelings and she chose you, telling you that lie, because I don't like you..." Matt looked at the ground. "Oh shit," he whispered, audible to his ears only. He hadn't meant to say the last part.

"Oh," Jun said quietly. "If that's the way you feel." She stood up and began leaving, at first walking, then speeding to jog.

"Jun, wait!" Matt called after her.

She headed away, out of sight. Matt collapsed on the bench, rubbing his temples. "What have I done?"



~*!*~



Was he her boyfriend? No. Was he her friend, who just happened to be a guy? Yes. Would he be hers someday? Maybe.

Miyako walked, arm hooked with Ken's, until they reached the basketball gym. Kari, as suspected, was sitting in the bleachers, watching the practice, holding a white bucket hat. Ken removed his arm from Miyako's and let it fall loosely at his side. Miyako was suddenly saddened by the action, which, in her opinion, meant he didn't want anything to do with her. She sighed softly.

Ken, hearing the release of air, turned his head. "Is something wrong, Miyako?" he asked.

Miyako looked at him. She smiled. "No, nothing. I'm fine."

Ken raised an eyebrow.

"Really, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong, Ken," she lied. She turned around and climbed up onto the bleachers. "Kari!" She sat down beside the brunette. Ken watched her for a moment, then joined the two in the stands.

Down on the court, the boys were throwing the ball back and forth to each other, trying to improve on their passing skills. The coach blew his whistle and began talking to the boys. They immediately split themselves into two and five on each side stayed on the court as the rest sat on the sidelines. TK and another boy stood in the circle in the middle of the court. The boy threw the ball to TK, who bounced it back to him. The boy turned and took off towards the goal, dribbling the ball. TK caught up with him, swiftly stole the ball, took it down to the other side of the field, passed it to another who caught it and threw it into the goal.

"Nice move," Kari commented softly.

"Kari, your brother's looking for you. He's in the lab," Miyako said.

"Okay, I'll be back. Tell me what I miss, okay?"

"Okay."

Kari climbed down the bleachers and headed to the computer lab. Meanwhile, Miyako felt uneasy beside Ken, alone, besides the players and coach. She kept her hands in her lap, in case she set her hand down and it made contact with his. Ken sensed her nervousness, and turned to face her once again.

"Miya, I know something's wrong. What is it?" he asked.

"It's nothing," Miyako said.

"Yes, it is. What's wrong? You can tell me."

"It's nothing!" Miyako said. "There's nothing wrong, Ken. I'm fine."

"No you're not," he said. "I won't pressure you, but I will find out." Ken reached for Miyako's hand. She withdrew it quickly. "Miya, what is it?"

Miyako looked down at her hands.

"Is it me?"

Miyako's mouth parted slightly, in a shocked, choked gasp.

"What is it? What did I do?"

Miyako bit her bottom lip to stop herself from pouring out all her feelings to him, who didn't appear to feel the same way. Ken cupped a finger under her chin and lifted her head to face him.

"Miya... you can tell me anything. I have to know. What's wrong? What did I do? You have to tell me."

A tear rolled down her cheek. She began crying softly, into her hands. Ken pulled her into a hug, giving her a shoulder to cry on. Did he have feelings for her? Maybe.



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What do you think? Like it? It's just something I though of out of nowhere, and I typed this all in an hour or two. Talk about a riveted imagination. Well, my head makes good visions.

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