Kibou no Tenshi Hem. Don't ask. The idea just popped in. Sorato mainly. So if you don't like Sorato, don't come and say," EEW! SORATO SUCKS!" I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour. If you don't like Sorato, why are you reading this then? To make voodoo dolls? Anyway, on to the story… their ages…um…16. Ok? And they've never met. Take note of that. Oh yeah, Taichi's in this fic, too.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sorato or Digimon. And no, you can't sue me for mental brain damage done to because of this fic.

Angel Mortal Game

Your Mortal

Her locker door swung open. Crashed against the wall.

 The redhead checked her schedule and dropped her mathematics books in the neatly organised locker. "Homeroom …okay…" Grabbing her books needed, she hurried off, worried of being late. Mumbling algebraic equations to herself, unknowingly, she bumped into someone. Fell.

"Ow…" Groaning, she tried dragging herself off the ground but pain struck her each time she heaved herself. Shutting her eyes tight, she tried once more. Unbearable pain. Sighing, she opened her eyes, long eyelashes sweeping through the air, revealing a pair of bright ruby eyes. A hand with fingers extended was in front of her. Slowly, she looked up. A blonde, a somewhat familiar blonde with rather ravishing boyish looks was looking at her, his eyes cold and blue. His hair was styled in a weird manner, and his figure protruded from his shirt. Grateful for this unexpected help, she took his hand and wobbling a bit, she got up.

"Thanks." Brushing her sleeve, she gave him a warm grin, quite oblivious of the clock ticking away. He said nothing, did nothing, and showed no expression. Silence. Then her mind clicked and the gears got in place. Looking at her watch, she froze. "Oh no! Homeroom started! I'm late!" Hastily she picked up the books on the floor, and sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind. The blonde stared at her. Then he heard the rustling of paper. Looked down. A booklet of paper with meticulous writing was at his brown boots, bearing the owner's name. Bending down, he picked it up. "Takenouchi Sora, Class 4-8." He read it out loud with a clear, pleasant voice. With a smirk, he tossed the booklet up and caught it just as it fell. "Hmm…Takenouchi Sora…interesting."

The teacher's eyebrow rose. Sora bowed her head, waiting in silence. The class sat, with abated breath. Finally she spoke. "Seiijun sensei… gomen nasai." The young teacher swished her long brown highlighted hair to the back of her head. Wearing a white blouse which looked too small, apparently, showing a bit of cleavage, her short black skirt deemed inappropriate by the school was creased. Her lavender eyes struck Sora. Misty, foggy, giving her a mysterious outlook. She was around their ages, teaching them almost everything.  

 "Hmm. I'll forgive you. Go to your seat now, Takenouchi." Sora put on a poker face, not letting anyone see her feelings about the teacher. Beautiful she was, but yet somewhat cheap and slutty. "Hai…arigatou, sensei." Her khaki shoes hit the floor lightly each time she took a step. Finally reaching her seat with doodles on the desk, she sat. "Class, there is a new student coming today. I want you to be a good example to him. And don't you dare try anything on him if he's a dweeb or whatever. He's rather late…" Tapping away at her watch, the teacher looked out of the window. Murmurs were heard, like the cheeping of crickets at night. Suddenly, the door slid open. A blonde stood there, waiting for the cue to get in. Immediately, the whole class stared.

He turned his head around the class. "Hmm…no real good babes here…except for one." His gaze rested upon Sora, unknowingly staring out of the window, innocent and in her own way, beautiful.

Her hair gently touched her slender shoulders, a soft tone of orange. Her ruby eyes were quite blank, expressionless, just staring out of the windows. A red hairclip was pinned, keeping her fringe away from her eyes, but it also looked like a significant sign of beauty. Her build was slender, with curves at the right places. She had nice, thin lips, a luscious shade of dark pink. Her nose was not too small, not too big. She was a near-to-perfect beauty, though her gaze was not as friendly as it was just now. The teacher stood there, momentarily stunned at who it was. She gaped, gasped. Sora broke her gaze outside and looked at her.

"I…Ishida Yamato!?"

The name rang a bell in Sora's mind.  Yes, it was Ishida Yamato, vocalist of the Teenage Wolves, the highly popular band, and here he was standing at their classroom! Immediately, the teacher pulled him in and stuttering, she introduced him to the class. Sora, deciding it was nothing important, focused her attention outside the window. Yamato, seeing that Sora was not paying attention to him, the God of rock and J-pop. No one, not even his manager had ignored him. Yet now, a girl, an ordinary girl was doing that. Determined to make Sora notice him, he took over. "Excuse me." All the girls swooned, going all lovey-dovey. She being the only exception. "As everyone would know, I'm from the Teenage Wolves. The band will be holding a concert and we will give free tickets to the first 5 we, or rather I, choose. So those who would want to join please come and see me during recess. Thanks."

Percentage of class swooning over Yamato: 99.5% excluding boys.

"Thank you Ishida-sam-err, no. Ishida, please choose a seat. His eyes scanned over to Sora's area, ignoring the other girl's pleading eyes to sit near them as soon the sentence was said. One seat, right behind Sora, was vacant. Briskly, he walked over and stopped at her desk.

"You dropped your homework, Takenouchi." Abruptly Sora briskly turned, took her homework, thanked him and turned back to her activity.

Now, percentage of class glaring at Sora: 99.5 excluding boys.

Getting comfortable in his seat, Yamato took out his blue hard-cover notebook.

Year 2005—Targets

-Seiijun sensei. She's sexy.

-Girl at front door. Dunno her name. Sure a hot cutie.

-Ultimately, Takenouchi Sora. She captivated me at the first sight. And I like that. I want to ruin her innocence, to ruin her.

Slamming shut the notebook, he looked at her. Engrossed in her work, he thought, looking at her, imagination going wild, let loose. Licked his lips, a mild movement. Unfortunately, a pair of chocolate coloured eyes saw this. Obstinate, raged eyes. 

"Alright, class. We are going to play the Angel Mortal Game again this year, so please write your name on a piece of paper." Yanking out a piece of paper from his notebook, he glanced at Sora briefly. She was scavenging for a tiny piece of paper, hunting for one, but none. Grabbing the opportunity, he tore another piece and tossed it to her. Surprised, but contented and glad, she said," Thanks, Ishida." Here's my chance, thought the blonde-haired boy, and said," Say, Takenouchi, would you take me on a school tour later? I don't know this place." Writing her name, she handed it to the leader and said," Yeah, sure, why not?" The same pair of brown eyes was looking, inspecting their every movement. Laughter, chatter. He knew. What Ishida Yamato was up to. And he would sabotage his plan, no matter what. Straightening the creased paper in his sweaty palm, he saw the words, "Ishida Yamato."

Yamato smiled at the rep giving him the paper and letting the rep swoon over him, he looked at his paper. "Takenouchi Sora." He smirked, an evil grin.

"Great. Now for some fun."

Kibou no Tenshi Huh, that was my first Sorato fanfic chapter! Sniff, sniff. *Gets hanky out * Now, sniff, please review! And I know I'm evil. You don't need to tell me. Arigatou~

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