Sora's POV--*Endless Dreamer*
By: Canopy4
Author's Note: Okay, this a "matrix" type chapter
fic. The plot is fairly simple(Sora likes Yamato but Yamato
is...oddly indifferent) but each chapter will swivel around
and focus on one character's POV. Hopefully, this will show that people can
look at the same situation and come out with two entirely different perspectives.
The story starts out with Sora's
POV.
Tell me what you think!
"I can't
believe you didn't do your homework again!" I bawl, leaning against the
mahogany bookcase in Taichi's
room. It's a Friday night and Koushirou
and I are at the Yagami apartment, settling in for what seems to be an
adventurous, exciting sleepover.
It's a
peaceful night, one of those with starts tossed into the sky and gentle night
clouds rolling along. I've always
liked peering into the heavens when the
sky is dark and the moon is the only source of light. Don't ask me why I do, but there's something that pulls me into
those dark clouds. I guess I'm a child
of the night.
"Earth to
Sora, please return to us," calls Taichi, waving his hand directly in
front of my face. I, not being one for
close contact, flinch and push it away.
"Stop
it." This comment only makes
Taichi grin and wave his hand
harder. I should have been able to
guess that my command would have no effect on him. After all, acting
immature is typical Taichi behavior. I'm used to it by now though. It's
impossible to be Taichi's friend for five years and not grow accustomed to his
jovial antics. Of course, it's
equally improbable to be his friend for
five years without knowing how to beat Taichi at his own tricks.
Swiftly, I grab Taichi by his tan
wrist rather than continually swatting away his hand. He looks at me, amused and playful. The ball's in my court.
"Darling,
if you don't stop, I shall have to kiss you," I say, pseudo English accent
and all. Taichi's face muscles lose all control as they sort through a range of
expressions. His
mouth drops open, the hand which I am holding goes limp and a cherry finish peeps through his
smooth, glowing, tan skin.
It's really
Koushirou who gets me going. He's
doubled over in laughter at the sight of Taichi's contorted face. Soon, streams
of laughter begin to bubble through me.
When Taichi realizes he is the joke, he enters a battle of controlling
his facial expressions.
"Ha, ha,
very funny Sora," he emphasizes each word with a playful punch on the
arm. To retaliate, I grab him and pin his arms down.
"Now
Koushirou, hit him hard," I command.
"No fair,
two against one," yelps Taichi.
Koushirou is
only able to get in a few weak hits before the
bedroom door creaks open.
Hikari stands
in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
Koushirou
responds,"Beating up Taichi; wanna help?"
The frail
child smiles softly. "No thanks. But hit him a few times for me."
"Hikari!" wails her brother. She steps into the room and leans against one of the royal blue
walls. Sensing that my violent mood has passed, I release Taichi and sit down
on the plush, navy carpet and lean against Koushirou as if
he were a post. Taichi returns to his
bed and lays in the sloth position.
"Actually, I want to know if I can invite Takeru over for a
sleepover. Asking for permission is the polite thing to do and since Mom and
Dad are out, I decided that asking my mature brother the right thing to
do," reasons Hikari.
"No," says Taichi. I laugh.
"Why
can't she can't have anybody over Taichi?" I challenge.
"Because
she's a girl and Takeru's a boy and... they...and...that's why."
"But you
and Sora have sleepovers together all the time," pouts Hikari.
"Well,
that's different. See Sora's not like you, she's more like Koushirou and me. We
can't tell she's a girl because she acts like one of the-", a foot,
belonging to Koushirou, placed in front of Taichi's face acts as a silencer.
Of course, it
doesn't help very much. Finishing
Taichi's train of thought isn't the hardest things in the world.
"One of
the boys?" I ask softly.
"Well,
yeah." Koushirou frowns and shakes his head.
"Oops, I
meant to say no. You're one of the cool kinds, not a guy," says Taichi.
Now isn't that
what every girl wants to hear? I want to
throw something at Taichi. But I
can't. I mean, the jerk is sitting there, with those big warm eyes, trying to
convince his sister that she doesn't really want to invite Takeru over.
Actually, I
can't argue with Taichi because he's right. To him, I'm just one of the guys. That's
why there's never going to be anything platonic between us. Sometimes I think
helikes me, and there are times when I catch myself thinking romantic thought
about the two of us. This doesn't happen often though
because I try to save my precious, love thoughts for someone else.
"C'mon
Taichi, it's not like we're going to do anything," protest Hikari.
Taichi,
entering protective brother mode, fires back, "I don't know that. Who know
what you and little blonde boy have planned?"
Well, if it's anything that I have planned
with a certain blonde boy, then Taichi has every right to be suspicious of his
sister. It's always the girls who have the thoughts
too advanced for their bodies and ages; males simply take
the blame. I have a small, minute,
minuscule obsession with Takeru's older brother,
Yamato. I am often accused by Mimi of having this
crush rule my life. She claims that I often slip into another world
inhabited by Yamato and me. I deny it
by saying I only think about him when I am hit by inspiration. I have the soul of a poet. I can find
inspiration in almost anything.
"Hikari,
I just don't think it's a good idea," weakly says Taichi.
Enough of this. I
urge Hikari to stop stalling and to call the man of her dreams.
"Yeah!" she cries and grabs the phone. After a minute's hesitation, she throws the
phone to me.
"You do
it," Hikari giggles.
I grab the phone
in midair. Absently, I punch some
numbers into the
phone.
Hey, this is Yamato
and you've reached The Ishida
residence.
I know you're
calling for me 'cause it's not like my dad gets any calls.
Anyway, I'm doing
something such as singing, combing my hair,
or chatting up
girls. Just leave--I hang up the phone
quickly and compose myself. I
must've been
thinking about Yamato again. I knew Takeru wasn't going to be
over there.
"What
happened?" Is Takeru coming over?" demands
Hikari.
"I dialed
the wrong number," I stammer.
Hikari shrugs.
"Call again. The number is 871-04-"
"I know
the number. I just got
distracted," I interrupt.
"Did you
really Sora? It's not like you to become distracted when dealing with your
close friends Sora," drawls out Koushirou.
For a second, anger
and sarcasm glitter in his voice. I write it off as a failed Koushirou joke.
"I'm just
full of surprises, aren't I?" I haul myself up and exit the bedroom to
make the phone call again. Before I leave, I catch an unreadable glance that
Koushirou throws me. Shrugging it off, I hold the phone to my ear and wait to
speak.
"Hello,
Takaishi residence. Yamato
speaking."
"Ya-ya-yamato?" I am not expecting this.
"Hi Sora,
what's up?" greets Yamato.
I urge myself
to say anything. " I love hearing your voice talking, especially when you
answer the phone like that. Why did you
answer the phone?" Oh yeah, that sounds good. Very smooth Sora.
There's a
pause. A long uncomfortable pause.
Finally
Yamato laughs his sad laugh. "I'm
just spending time with Takeru and
enjoying the sentiment that comes with living as a real family. I'm trying to
enjoy it while being myself,"
comes the bitter, cryptic reply.
What is he
talking about? I don't get it.
"Anyway, Sora? Why are you calling my brother?" asks
Yamato with a tone that reveals his puzzlement.
"Oh,
Hikari wants to know if he wants to come
over," I giggle. I can't
help it; Yamato sounds so confused as to why I want to talk to Takeru.
"Sorry, I
don't think Takeru is interested in seeing Hikari today," he
responds. Yamato's over emphasizing,
loud voice is an indication that Takeru is around.
Sure enough, I
hear an excited, "Yes I do" through the phone.
"Oh, I guess
Takeru does want to come over after all.
Hey Sora, who else is over there?"
"Me
obviously, darling Koushirou and aggressive Taichi."
"Add
Pensive Yamato to the mix. See you in a
few. Bye Sora," the line goes
dead.
"Goodbye
Yamato," I whisper. Setting the phone down on is cradle, a wind of thoughts
hits me and I feel extremely inspired.
***
"So
Takeru is coming right?" demands Hikari.
"Huh?" Time to stop zoning out. "Yup, Takeru's coming over. So's Yamato," I say to
nobody in particular.
Koushirou fold
his arms behind his head.
"Surrounded
by three gorgeous men. Can you handle
it?" he jokes.
"Men? My
beloved companion, I am surrounded by little boys."
Taichi snorts loudly. I brace myself for
the inevitable but the doorbell rings.
An excited
Hikari rushes to enter the door. The
sound of shoes hitting the floor announces the arrival of Yamato and Takeru.
"C'mon we
have some important things we need to
discuss,"
urges Hikari. The two children scramble
through the
living room and
rush towards Hikari's bedroom and quickly shut the
door. Yamato
follows them at a slower pace and stops when he
reaches the
livingroom.
"Important things? Only one thing that important
makes you
move that fast two
the bedroom," mutters Taichi.
"Taichi,
they're only ten!" exclaims Yamato.
Koushirou
joins in on the action. "You never know; kids are growing up so fast these
days."
I roll my eyes
dramatically. This is how I spend my Fridays? Debating the love lives who have
more romance than me, at age fourteen? It certainly puts things into
perspective. Gah, all of my friends are males and still, I am alone in the
world. Woe is me.
"Come
back to me Sora. Please, come
back," murmurs Taichi softly into my ear.
Snapping back
to reality, it takes a few moments before my eyes are able to focus on the
scene in front of me. Koushirou is sprawled out on the floor. Yamato is propped up on the cream colored couch, his legs dangling
comfortably over the side. By
now, Taichi is
easily reclining in the sofa's matching chair.
"Well,
gosh Taichi I really want to sit in that big chair."
"Sorry.
Seat's taken."
"I
wouldn't mind sitting on the sofa, but
somebody seems to need all of that room for his skinny, lanky
body."
Yamato's eyes
twinkle in amusement. "But there's always room for one more." In one fluid motion, he leans over, grabs me
by the torso and drags me onto he couch.
I settle myself between his legs
and gently rest my head on his chest.
I flit through
the rest of the night. Attempts to converse
are kept at a bare minimum. I am enjoying my private time with Yamato while I weave through
daydream after daydream.
"Sora,
how's Mimi?" Taichi suddenly questions.
"She's
fine. Mimi was telling me how easy American schooling is. Get this; she's the smartest person in her
class." Koushirou snorts in disgust at this.
"Anyway,
her birthday is coming up and we should probably send her something. You know, since we did happen to save the
world with her and all."
Koushirou
responds, "Yeah, but we haven't seen her in such a long time. What if she's changed?"
It's my turn
to expel air through my nostrils. "Mimi's interest will never change. She will always love boys and
clothing."
"If Miss
Mimi is the same person," begins Taichi,
"Then maybe
we should mail a naked Yamato, wishing
birthday happiness, over to
America."
Yamato makes
use of his long reach my grabbing a CD from the coffee table and hurling it at
Taichi. Both boys are grinning.
"Dumbass," says Yamato.
Before he can continue insulting Taichi, a sensation washes over us. It
feels as if tiny beety eyes are absorbing our every motion. Sure enough, two sets of youthful eyes are
absorbing our actions and closely
watching us.
"Hi
Takeru. How are you?" asks Yamato with an extremely cheerful falsetto. He
may be a good singer, but Yamato should leave the singing to the
professionals.
Takeru rolls
his eyes dramatically. "We're
starving. We want something to eat." he announces. Both Taichi and
Yamato smolder
their perverted snickers with their hands. Koushirou sighs and begins scolding
the laughing duet in a typical mature Koushirou fashion. Meanwhile, Hikari and
I are exchanging a silent conversation.
Something in her eyes is expressing disapproval. I throw her a questioning
glance. She slides up near the couch
and leans over as I bring my head closer to hers.
"Why are
you sitting like that", she questions. Uhh, good question.I like smelling Yamato's
scent, feeling the warmth of his arms around my body, and being engulfed in
security.
"You
learn when you're older," is my hackneyed reply. I peel myself away from my human pillow and exit, stage right,
towards the bathroom.
Plodding down
the hallway, I notice the master bedroom's door is slightly ajar. Nudging it open with my sock-enclosed foot,
a massive picture adorned in gold holds my gaze. It's a picture of Taichi's and
Hikari's parents on their
honeymoon. The two newlyweds are
holding hands and walking on a beach while the brilliant sun sets in the
background. Their sparkling, crescent smiles are of pure bliss. Gently sighing, I close the
door and enter the bathroom. True happiness is embodied in the picture. Is true love true
happiness? Can there be one without the
other? When will I get true love?
****
The empty
livingroom greets me when I exit the bathroom.
As I prepare to flop down, I notice the shining moon once again. In a trance, I step out onto the balcony to
get a better view.
"Ohh..." I gasp. The
sight before me is beautiful. They gray
clouds have temporarily moved aside and the moon stands in triumph. I stare at the moon for a few minutes and
absorb its beauty.
Then I notice something out of my eye's corner.
Yamato is also
on the balcony, looking downwards. His handsare grasped tightly around the
railing and a scowl is on his face.
"Yamato?" I take a few steps towards him. Surprised, he looks
up.
"Sora." He hesitates and takes some steps towards me.
"Are you
okay? Am I interrupting you?" I ask.
"Nah. I
was just thinking about things," he slowly takes my hand.
"We all
need things. I'm wondering what you need."
"To be
loved," I say.
Yamato laughs
with appreciation. He moves closer to
me. With his free hand, Yamato carefully strokes my face. Our eyes lock. Under
normal circumstances, I would never be this close to any male. Being around
Yamato never constitutes a normal
situation. I have
this natural urge to be close to him.
Our movements seem acceptable.
They are automatic.
"And now
Sora darling," Yamato
whispers. "I have to know what you
want."
"You. I want to be with you
always," I reply.
Although he
isn't particularly vocal, his body language
speaks
volumes.
Yamato's hand
stops moving and the blue eyes grow large in
surprise. Yamato
drops his head down, breaking our connection. He starts shaking his head.
He doesn't
like me says a voice in my head.
"Sora..." Yamato begins.
Tearing my
hand away from his, I stumble away from him. I don't need this hurt. "Never mind Yamato. It's okay," I manage to say. Blinded by unshed tears, I stumble into the
apartment and rush out of there as quickly as the hurt that swooped down on me.
