Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, or any of the characters, or the storyline of Titanic,ect.
Italics are thoughts. Bold is flashback.
This is my first time writingfanfictionso constructive criticism instead on flames please.
Prologue
Sora Takenouchi, sole heiress to her (first class) parents small-fortune, was sprinting through a large field covered with daisies and dandelions. She fell to her knees somewhere near the middle of the field, risking her dress getting grass stains. But she could deal with her mother yelling at her later. Right now she was going to have fun.
"Sora Elizabeth Takenouchi, what are you doing?"
Oops…Sora knew what was coming.
A woman in a long flowing dress littered with embroidery stalked towards her, her eyes glaring daggers at the 7 year old girl. "Your gown will sustain horrific grass stains! How many times will you have to be warned?"
The younger girl winced, and looked downward. I knew I shouldn't have come here. Sora reflected on her rather rash choice. A punishment would soon follow. Why can't I just be like everybody else?
Mrs. Takenouchi was beside Sora now, ready to drag the child back to the manor by the ear, if necessary. "What has gotten into you?" Her mother asked. "You've been causing trouble right and left, and the guests must have been shocked by your pitiful behavior. You will come inside now and won't say a word until we're inside. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, mother." Sora replied, knowing that if her mother was not such a lady she could very well have been slapped. Sora obeyed her mother's order and rose, trying to smooth her dresses wrinkles in the process.
Slowly Sora walked back to the manor by herself. Her mother had business to attend to. In other words, she had to think up a terrible punishment for her.
An outsider would see from her appearance that she belonged to a rich family. Her fire coloured red locks were smooth and they glowed in the sunlight. Her dress (aside from the grass stains) had embroidery, lace, and was made of exquisite cream coloured silk. Gloves covered her delicate hands, and expensive shoes adorned her feet. She preferred to think of this finery as trappings, but she would be scolded if she said this aloud.
She reached the door, not stopping to admire the carvings or polished wood of the knocker. She had grown accustomed to these luxuries long ago. Sora strolled into her father's mansion with her head held high, and what will come will come.
Please R&R. Any comments appreciated. By the way I know it's short, but I'll see if I sparked any interest first.
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