Disclaimer: Digimon does not belong to me. If you recognize anything, I probably don't own it. Davidson Academy is a fictional place.

Summary: They can never get each other out of their minds, her face, his smirk, her scent and his voice? Their very existence haunts each other wherever they are, a story of love.


Just like gravity, what draws you to me

Someone I didn't know I needed

It's like gravity, and it's stronger than me

I need you here

(Music by The Fold)

He thought no one understood him.

She thought no one understood her.

They thought they would never fall in love.


Embrassez Moi: False Facades

Chapter I Twin Hearts

Taichi "Tai" Kamiya yawned loudly. He ran his hand through his messy, gravity-defying brown hair and shivered from the cold. The corner of his mouth twitched when he heard footsteps approaching him. His sleepy amber eyes stared absently up at the sky through half-lidded eyes. He was dressed in the male school uniform of Davidson Academy; a white polo shirt, navy blue pants, and a black sleeveless V-neck sweater over the white t-shirt. He shivered slightly when a cold breeze went past.

"If you're so cold, why don't you get off the brick wall," A cold male voice drawled dryly. They voice was deep yet slightly husky and had a metallic ring to it.

Taichi "Tai" Kamiya glanced down from his position (up on the ledge by the stairs) and saluted his best friend the finger before looking back up at the cloudless, clear, blue sky.

Yamato "Matt" Ishida raised a perfect brow at his best friend. Matt had shimmering, golden messy mane and smooth, flawless pale skin (to the point that it resembled marble). He had shockingly blue eyes and angular, stern, perfect features. He leaned against the wall of the ledge lazily and eyed Tai and noted the purple bruise-like bags under the brunette's eyes – after a moment, a sly smirk adorned his handsome features, "Looks like someone didn't sleep last night."

A gratifying smirk made its way up to Tai's face, "I was busy on WoW. Didn't sleep until 4 in the morning."

Matt didn't look surprised. His posture was domineering yet casual; he stood with his hands in his pockets and weight resting on one leg. A beige Lonsdale bag stuck out from behind his arm while his white button up shirt was left untucked. It was a chilly morning yet he wore no sweater, his visible skin was hard and smooth like white marble.

Tai yawned again, "Time flew by. It was so damn fun."

"At least we all know that Tai got himself a good fuck last night."

Tai turned and faced the three approaching teenagers. Tai saluted them mockingly, "Akira, Yutaka, Takashi, you're early! And I was on WoW last night, I wasn't fucking a slut."

Akira Takahiro had stylishly-spiked, jet-black hair. He had a pair of piercing obsidian orbs for eyes. He wore the exact same replicated outfit as Matt with a black Lonsdale bag.

Yutaka Kirishima had tousled dirty blond hair and big, round, warm toffee eyes. He returned the gesture to Tai goofily while drinking Red Bull. He was the only out of the five of them to wear a tie – which was black in color and the only one out of the five of them to not have a Lonsdale bag; he had a brand less black messenger bag.

Takashi Fujiwara, who had spoken, had messy, jet-black hair with blood-red highlights and toffee-brown eyes that had a mischievous glint to them His attire was a replica of Tai's, and had a white Lonsdale bag that hung on his shoulder. He brushed his side fringe aside and smirked devilishly at Tai. He, Tai and Yutaka had the sense to wear an extra layer on top.

"Geek," Takashi snorted.

Tai was about to say something when he was cut off by the persistent ringing of the bell which signalled the beginning of first period.


Sora Takenouchi stood outside the door of Room 128. She was waiting for the teacher signalled her to walk in. She was statuesque and flawless; she stood with her weight on one leg while her arms were crossed – a dark brown Lonsdale bag hung on her shoulder. She had long, straight, auburn hair that flowed down to her waist and piercing, dark ruby eyes that adorned her soft features. She had a perfect, willowy body with curves in the right places. She was dressed in a white blouse under a big navy blue V-neck sweater and a knee length maroon skirt, she wore white-knee high socks. A big white headband held the long strands away from her face while she waited patiently.

It was the middle of winter and the date was the 16th of July 2007. Sora Takenouchi had transferred to Davidson Academy (one of the most prestigious schools in Sydney) from AB Paterson College (a selective high school in Gold Coast). Sora was seventeen and single.

Mr. Parsons, her physics teacher's voice called faintly from the inside of the class, "Sora, you can come in now…"

Sora turned her head to the side before walking into the class of 30 other sophomores. A demure smile made its way to her face when her eyes locked with a pair of cold sapphire eyes.


Sapphire.

Matt was sitting by the window in the back corner, listening to his teacher drone on about some new chick and telling them to be nice to her. He was already stressing at the idea of another rabid fan girl stalking him and his friends everywhere. After what seemed like an eternity, Parsons called her in – Matt's eyes flickered curiously to the front and locked eyes with a pair of dark ruby eyes.

Ruby.

The girl standing at the front of the class next to Parsons was absolutely stunning, words simply could not describe her. She was tall and reminded him of his cousin – both were beautiful but Sora was beautiful in a different way, a unique, exotic way. Her skin was a creamy shade and her legs were long and well-shaped, her chest was looked like a B cup to Matt. She was wearing light makeup (though, Matt didn't think she needed it) and had her nails painted black with intricate white designs on it.

Matt was captivated with the voice of the girl – no not a girl, a goddess. Her voice was soft and came out as a low, slightly husky murmur, but at the same time, it was clear and alluring. Matt found himself frozen in time, listening to her voice and watching the way her lips moved as she spoke.

"Sora, you can sit next to Matt."

Matt's gaze snapped to Parsons's face – he couldn't believe his luck. He watched Sora thank the tall, slim man before slowly making her way towards his table. Sora slid into the seat next to the blond gracefully, she turned and smiled warmly to him. A harmless smile, that took his breath away.

"Welcome to Davidson Academy, Sora," Matt said pleasantly.

Sora gave him another breath-taking smile. She started unpacking, "Thank you…-"

"Matt. Yamato Ishida," Matt finished for her charmingly.

"Matt Ishida," Sora let the name roll off her tongue easily. She repeated it in her mind. It would be a name she would remember for the rest of her life.

Matt glanced at the front to see Parsons writing theory onto the board. He ignored the writing for the bit and turned back to Sora, who was already copying the text on the board down.

"So, where did you say you were from?" Matt asked casually.

Sora didn't even glance at him, "I didn't."

Matt raised an eyebrow at the young woman's flat tone. She sounded like she wasn't interested at him – he took it as a blow to his ego. He smirked, "Then where are you from?"

Sora looked up from his text and stared at him, "Gold Coast."

Matt smiled, "Nice, I got a friend who used to live up there. I've been up there a couple of times. It's a nice place with lots of people."

Sora gave him a harsh look, "You mean a place full of drunken whores."

Matt was taken aback, "No – that wasn't what I meant-"

Sora placed her pen down and sighed impatiently, "I'm glad I moved away from that place. The people there don't think about their future."

Matt raised an eyebrow, "Some people just don't care, they don't yet have to th-"

"Incorrect," Sora cut him off severely, "Every second, every minute, and every day, the future is important. You don't know what happens tomorrow – for all I know, I might get run over by a car tomorrow. That's why you must think of the future, or you'll regret it later in life. Why do you think there are so many low lives in the streets? It's because they didn't think of their futures - and I suggest you start writing the notes down, he's about to rub them off."

Matt was speechless; this girl sure has a harsh outlook on life.

Sora then proceeded to ignore the blond completely. She went back to her notes and began to continue copying them down while Matt continued to stare at her. The stoic expression on her face was a completely opposite of the warm smile just moments ago – the person sitting next to him was a complete different person from the woman who'd given him a warm smile.

After a few moments, Matt grabbed his pen and started to write the notes on the board down.


It was nearing the end of the lesson when Parsons allowed them to pack up. Parsons himself made no move to pack up.

"I want you all to complete and hand in the sheets by Friday. I will not accept any late hand-ins and anyone who doesn't hand them in will expect a letter from me in their letterbox the next day. That is all, now you can all mess around."

Matt turned to Sora, "Parsons is having his harsh moments."

Sora turned to Matt and looked puzzled. The confusion on Sora's face made Matt smirk.

"Never mind."

Sora grinned at the blond, "He just genuinely cares about his student's learning."

Matt snickered, "A bit too much sometimes."

"There is never too much when it comes to a person's learning," Sora quoted humbly. She zipped up her bag gently.

"Anyways..." Matt changed the subject, "What do you have next?"

"Calculus."

"With Mahew?"

"So... that's how you pronounce it?" Sora's jaw dropped slightly, "And I thought it was Mar-ew..."

Matt snickered uncontrollably, "He'll kill you if you call him that. Remember, Sora, it's May-hew, or you might die from penguin's wrath."

Sora raised a fine brow, "Penguin?"

Matt smirked, "Well, 'Mar-ew' resembles a penguin. He even waddles like one – hey, I like the term 'Mar-ew', I think I might start calling him that."

"But you just said he would ki-"

"I really don't care," Matt cut her off by pressing a finger to his lips, "I hate him, my friends hate him, and you will hate him. He's like Snape from Harry Potter."

Sora raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "He's that bad?"

"Well..." Matt pondered mockingly, "Snape doesn't have a grey comb over... Snape isn't fat... nor does Snape's breath putri-"

"I meant in personality," Sora snapped, "Not in physical characteristics – and you don't know if Snape stinks, they only tell us that his hair is oily."

"Harry Potter fan, anyone?" Matt teased.

"No," Sora gasped in horror.

"Oh?"

"Draco Malfoy fan," Sora corrected smugly.

Matt nodded in polite disinterest. The bell rang and the class stood up while Parsons wished them a nice day. Matt and Sora walked past Parsons while still engrossed in their conversation.

"Draco Malfoy is your type of guy?"

Sora smirked, "Only in fanfiction. He and Ginny make a good couple."

"Fanfiction isn't real," Matt debated, "The personalities are all modified or changed. Malfoy is a wimp in the official books and movies."

"I know that," Sora frowned hotly while stepping into their classroom.

"Hi Mar-ew," Matt greeted while walking past the short, pudgy, comb overed man.

"It's May-hew, not Mar-ew..." Mahew stressed. A vein threatened to pop at his temple, one of these days; he was going to find a way to expel the school heartthrob.

Matt snickered while leading Sora to the seat at the back window. Sora smiled devilishly, "Did you see his vein?"

"Sit with me," Matt suggested while pulling the seat back for her.

Sora sat down, "You're not really giving me a choice."

"I know," Matt smirked while taking the seat between Sora and the window.

"You seriously pissed Mr. Mahew off," Sora's smirk matched the blond's.

"I know," Matt remarked smugly, "I know that he plans to get me expelled."

"Oh?"

"He won't succeed," Matt grinned, "No one will let him."

"Aren't you confident?" Sora jested playfully.

"Sora?"


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