I Swear I Do
A Digimon Fanfic
Summary: Matt and Sora are best friends that both work and live together. They swore three years ago that if they weren't married by the age of 25, they would marry each other. So what happens when that deadline comes to pass?
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of its characters. If I did, Matt and T.K. would belong to ME. I heart the Ishida-Takaishi brothers...hemhem. ANYWAY...
Chapter 1: Just Another Ordinary Day
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Beep beep. Beep beep.
Matt groaned and rolled over, reaching with his hand to find the goddamned alarm clock. Couldn't he sleep in just one morning?
His hand patted empty air and he consented to crack open one eye, determined to find the little annoyance and render it incapable of sound.
It wasn't there.
Matt now opened both of his eyes, resigning himself to the fact that if he wanted the stupid thing to shut up, he was going to have to get up and find it first.
He yawned hugely and proceeded to crawl to the edge of his queen-sized bed. Sora always bugged him about having such a big bed when he was the only one in it, but the truth was that Matt would probably wake up on the floor most of the time if it was any smaller.
Not that it should matter so much anyway. Out of the two of them, Sora was the one who spent more money on creature comforts. Matt hardly bought anything unnecessary for himself, and his bed was the main feature of his room.
He finally found the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side. Before he stood up he put his face in his hands and sighed, preparing himself for yet another day at work.
He missed high school.
"Having trouble, Matt?" an amused voice came from the doorway, and he looked up to see Sora leaning against the frame, brushing her long auburn hair, a smirk on her face.
"Where did you hide it, Sora?" he asked, answering her question with one of his own. Sora put a hand to her heart, a mock-wounded look on her face.
"Why Matt, how could you possibly accuse me of such a terrible crime?"
"Because you're the only one who lives here other than me, and I keep it on my bedside table so I can smash the thing to bits every morning and buy another one that afternoon."
"Which is why I hid it. I swear, you must have spent at least $400 on radio alarm clocks in the last month."
"What does it matter? I make more than that a week."
Sora narrowed her eyes. Evidently, this was not the best comment to make.
"Yamato Ishida." Oh crap, his full name. "I don't give a damn how much you make a week, you do not need to spend so much money on alarm clocks when the money could go towards something more important. Is that clear?"
Beep beep. Beep beep.
"Crystal. Now where is it?"
"In your guitar case."
He looked at her, amazed. "How the hell is it that loud when it's inside a guitar case?"
Sora smiled wickedly. "I didn't close the case."
Matt rolled his eyes and stood in a fluid motion that was quite an achievement, considering he was still half asleep. He ran his hands through his messy blonde hair and stretched before crossing the room to his guitar case, opening it up, grabbing the persistant alarm clock and promptly throwing it against the wall. The beeping stopped upon contact with the wall.
Beep beep. Bee-CRASH!
"Breakfast?" he enquired as he walked past Sora, ignoring her disapproving look.
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This was a typical morning for Yamato Ishida and Sora Takenouchi. Sora would wake up at six o'clock on the dot every morning, in time to set Matt's alarm clock and possibly hide it so he couldn't destroy it when it went off. She would then get dressed in her clothes for the day and would make exactly two cups of coffee in the coffee-maker. Sora would be in the middle of brushing her hair when Matt's alarm went off at six-thirty, and if he wasn't up in five minutes (which he normally wasn't) she would walk into his room and wake him up herself. Matt would then stumble out of bed and begin to make breakfast for the both of them. Sora would finish getting ready for work in time to eat breakfast, drink her coffee and watch the seven o'clock news. Matt would hurriedly eat his breakfast (scrambled eggs and bacon, his fat intake for the day) and proceed to have a two-minute shower, get dressed, brush his teeth and spend the remaining half hour carefully styling his hair with gel. By that time it would be a quarter to eight, and Matt would rush into the kitchen to find Sora as he couldn't -
"SORA! Where are you?" Matt yelled, running into the kitchen and sliding due to the fact that he was wearing only socks and no shoes.
"Behind you, Matt dearest," her sarcastic voice replied, and he spun around to face her, almost falling over in the process.
"Can you please - "
"Tie your tie?" Sora interrupted. She grabbed the tie out of Matt's hands and wound it around his neck, expertly tying it and tucking it into his jacket.
Matt sighed in relief. "Thanks, Sor. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Wither away and die, I suspect," Sora answered, hiding a smile. "Go put your shoes on and grab your lunch out of the fridge, or we'll miss the train."
"Go put my..." Matt glanced at his feet, swore and stomped back to his room. He emerged a few minutes later with his shoes on and his sapphire eyes burning. He took his lunch, courtesy of Sora, out of the fridge and stuffed it into his briefcase, snapped the case closed and walked out of the front door, his head held high. Sora stifled a laugh and followed him.
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They were, of course, right on time for the train. Matt spent the majority of the trip watching the scenery that he knew so well, letting his mind wander. Sora, on the other hand, updated her to-do list on her electronic planner and realised that she had to call Tai that night.
"Matt, how long has it been since you've spoken to T.K.?" she asked, her head cocked. Matt looked at her and blinked.
"Sorry, what?"
"How long has it been since you've spoken to T.K.?"
"Oh. I don't know. Not since the wedding, I guess."
Sora eyed Matt. "Matt, the wedding was nine weeks ago."
"You're kidding!" Matt was shocked, to say the least. It seemed like only yesterday he had attended his little brother's wedding to Kari, his girlfriend of five years.
"No, I'm not. Really, Matt, you should make more of an effort to keep in touch."
"Hey, T.K.'s a big boy, he can take care of himself."
"He's only 22, Matt, and I'm sure he'd like to hear from you more often."
"Yeah, yeah," Matt muttered, turning his attention to the landscape once more. Sora frowned but dropped the subject.
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They got off at their stop at precisely 8:48am and began the ten-minute walk to the office. While their work days were from nine to five, they enjoyed what they did, unlike a lot of people they knew. Both Sora and Matt worked at Odaiba Records Inc., and their job was to listen to music all day long sorting the somebodies from the nobodies.
After Matt's short-lived career as a rock star came to an end at the age of nineteen, he was offered a position at the record label that had shown the most interest in his band. Though the Teenage Wolves were never signed, Odaiba Records had immediately jumped at the chance to hire Matt as an employee. Matt in turn had recommended Sora, as she had been looking for work at the time, on the grounds that she had been a huge influence in his band's music.
Odaiba Records had accepted, and here they stood today, six years later and a lot richer.
Which is why they lived together in a rather modest apartment in a good neighbourhood. Sora and Matt had both decided that they didn't have what it takes to live alone (actually, it more along the lines that Matt needed someone to take care of him and Sora needed someone to cook for her) and moved in together, using their combined abilities to bring a household to order. They were almost complete opposites, except for their joint love of music. While Matt was the most disorganised and messy guy you could come across, Sora was organised to a tee, and planned everything down to the second. Matt was creative and adventurous, while Sora by contrast tended to be an academic and cautious.
Even their looks were polar opposites. Sora was short and tanned, well-built from her tennis and soccer days, but still lean and feminine. She had grown her cherry-red hair out past her shoulders to almost her waist, and her kind brown eyes sparkled with a hint of ruby.
Matt, on the other hand, was tall, thin and pale. His frame was decidedly muscular, and definitely masculine. His eyes were a sharp azure blue, and his hair was a deliberate mess of gold. Even now he still had an aura about him of someone not to be messed with, the only obvious difference between him and T.K., his younger brother.
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They were on time for work, and immediately began their day with Matt withdrawing into his office and starting on some paperwork for a new addition to the label, while Sora stopped briefly to chat to a few co-workers before entering her own office and placing a CD in the high-tech stereo system next to her desk.
The day passed by as usual, the hours blurring until before they knew it five o'clock had come round and it was time to leave. Sora met Matt outside of his office and waited patiently as he furiously finished typing up a report for the new acquisition. As he packed up and walked out of the door, Sora knowingly handed him a piece of strawberry-flavoured gum. Matt smiled at her tiredly and they left the building to catch the train back home.
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They had take-away that night, as Sora knew that Matt had had a rough day. She changed his sheets while he was eating, and proceeded to add extra pillows to his bed. She turned the TV in his room on, put in a DVD and set it up. Sora then walked into the kitchen and made some popcorn. Matt watched her, wondering yet again how someone could know him so well. As Sora took his plate and put it in the sink, Matt stood and followed her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
"Thanks, Sor."
She turned to face him and smiled, pulling him into a hug. "No problem, hon. I know you've had a bad day."
"I really don't know what I'd do without you, you know."
Sora laughed. "Well, for now you don't have to find out, so enjoy the comfort while it lasts."
The two friends spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating popcorn in Matt's room. It was Saturday the next day, so neither of them worried about staying up too late. It was somewhere between 1 and 2 am when Sora finally nodded off. Matt looked over after the movie finished to find her sleeping silently, her hair falling out of its bun. Matt smiled and carefully took out the band that held it together, letting it fall about her face. He then turned off the TV, pulled the covers over both of them and went to sleep.
But Sora had forgotten to call Tai, and upon missing her weekly phone call, Tai became worried and came around to their apartment the following morning to make sure everything was okay...
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Well, that's chapter one done. Tell me what you think and I'll try to put chapter two up soon.
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