Only One Wish
A TAIORA Fan Fiction
Written By: Christina Burnfield
Japanese Reference Dictionary (you won't need these all but I thought you might enjoy learning these few things)
tanto - a small sword used mostly by female ninjas.
koibito - sweetheart
neko - cat
niji - rainbow
leviathan - an old dragon legend from Japanese history. Was considered the Dragon God of the sea.
kanji - one of the three Asian alphabets
tenshi - love
baka - silly/idiot
Samurai - an old type of warrior for the emperor. Also means "die for honor"
Story: (PART 1)
Taichi was twenty-three and it was Sora's birthday to turn the same age he was. He walked up to her that morning when he saw her and said sounding depressed, "Congratulations Sora. I heard about your upcoming wedding. Yamato doesn't know how lucky he is ta have you."
"Ya sound down. You okay?" she replied concerned.
"I always wanted to hold ya in my arms forever, but my true wish is jus' ta see you happy. That's truly all that matters ta me," he answered softly placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you two comin' ta my soccer game tomorrow?"
"Of course. We'll be right up front cheering ya on along with everyone else." Sora smiled.
That night he climbed in bed pulling the sheets over himself. He was positive that right now Yamato was with Sora in the park or some other romantic spot trying to suck her into making out or something along those lines. He'd never treat her like that. The truth was that Sora had become naive and easy. Taichi however, knew just how strong she used to be. She used to take nothing from no one. She'd always punch instead of slapping. She also was a championship archer and master of the tanto. She loved to play soccer all the time and have mud fights in the rain. At one time she had just as much or more courage than he had.
The next morning he awoke to the sound of Agumon's voice shouting in his face. The young man sat up rubbing his head trying to comfort the headache he'd gotten from his digimon's voice ringing in his ears. "Where's my soccer uniform?" Taichi asked with a yawn stretching his arms.
"Hung up on the back of the bathroom door. Put it there last night after ya fell asleep so ya'd pretty much be all ready ta go," the digimon replied before handing him his morning bowl of Rice Krispies and glass of orange juice. Then the doorbell rang. Agumon walked over to the door and opened it. It was only the mail carrier. He handed the digimon the mail and walked away after wishing Agumon a good day. The digimon looked through the things. There were a few bills, the monthly check and a package addressed to Taichi Yagami. Agumon simply walked in the bedroom and handed Taichi the mail saying, "A couple bills, your check and I think the other's the first issue of that magazine ya subscribed to."
Taichi finished off his breakfast, climbed out from under the sheets and tossed the mail on the bed. "I'll open it after my shower," he said walking into the bathroom.
The sun rose high over the soccer field. The air was slightly cool yet calm. It was the final championship game today. Taichi approached the stands from the field and said to his digimon sitting beside Piyomon, "Remember our little bet?"
"Yup. If ya manage ta score at least six goals during the game I gotta buy everyone lunch today," the digimon replied.
Then he turned to Sora, "Do ya remember our agreement?"
"Yeah. If anythin' happens I gotta look after Agumon 'til ya get outta the hospital," Sora replied cheerfully before adding, "Don't worry. Nothin's gonna happen. You'll be absolutely fine walkin' back here with that trophy."
Near the end of the game the two teams were tied, so Taichi's coach called a time out. "Yagami. Time ta bring out the secret weapon. Don't mess it up. We lose this shot and we lose the championships," his coach said firmly.
Taichi simply nodded saying, "Got it."
"Takada. I want you on kick-off. And Arakawa. I want you ta be Yagami's backup incase somethin' goes wrong," his coach rambled out giving the commands. He sounded more like he was coaching football than soccer at times. Occasionally he'd use the wrong term for the wrong sport of which was being played.
The referee called time in and the players returned to the field. Taichi looked over towards the stands. Sora appeared to be sweating as much as him. Maybe she truly did care for him, but didn't know quite how to admit it to him. Hearing the whistle he automatically turned his mind back to the game. He was going to get that trophy no matter what it took.
He ran down the field bringing the ball closer and closer to the net. It wasn't all that much further before he could make his Space Kick that'd send it into the net winning the game and the championships. His sweat ran down his face and some even dripped in between his lips. He wiped it away after a slight taste of which he hadn't intended. This was it. This was his point to be a hero amongst his team and soccer. He launched the ball into the air, picked himself up on his hands and sped his feet towards the ball. They hit. It went in. However, before the crowds or himself could cheer on a victory, a red convertible came speeding onto the field. It was closest to him. He jumped to dodge but...
"Taichi!" Sora called beginning to cry. The car crashed into a tree and then everyone jumped from their spots and ran out onto the field.
Jo's father looked him over checking his pulse and heartbeat. Taichi had neither. Mr. Kido stood to his feet and said making the sign of the cross with his hand, "I'm sorry. He's dead."
Sora gasped along with everyone else. She tried to break through the crowd crying, but couldn't make it through with everybody holding her back. She didn't know why it affected her this badly. True he was a good friend, but this seemed little overly emotional for a friend. It hit her finally harder than a ton of bricks. She loved him. She'd always loved him. Why did it have to be now when it was too late to realize this? Why now when it was too late to say this? Her mother was already dead. She'd died just the previous year from a sudden heart attack. Her mother was dead. Her father was dead. And now her true love was dead. Did she have anything left? Well, she did have her friends and digimon. She wanted to make everyone proud of her, yet her life now had no love. What was she to do?
That evening Sora walked into his bedroom and in hailed the smell, which at one time had bothered her deeply. Now though, it was the smell of the life Taichi Yagami had just held only no more than five hours ago. It bothered her still, but not in the same way, for it was a smell that was never going to appear again. It was the smell of his sweat from a thousand victories or more. Sure, he should've put the clothes in the wash before he left for his game that day, but since when had Taichi ever been that efficient or tidy? She looked around the room at everything there was to see. His messed up bed, the posters, alarm clock and even the pictures he held closest to him while he slept. They were the photographs of the two of them over the years. In every single last one of them she was always smiling. He wasn't smiling all the time though. This pondered Sora, before she remembered what Taichi's one wish was for. To see her happy. She sat down on the edge of his bed, picked up the mail and out of curiosity opened it. A couple bills and a check seemed like nothing to her. She didn't want to pay bills and she had no temptation for money. She could care less about it. Cash wasn't going to take away this pain inside. Then she noticed the package. It was inside no more than a brown bubble envelope, but still it puzzled her as to what it could be. It was this month's issue of Soccer Maniacs. She removed the plastic and began to look slowly through the magazine at the different pictures. When she found a few pictures of him she read the articles and one thing caught her attention. "I guess I owe everything to my sweetest treasure; Sora. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be that kid at the bottom of the class with no friends, no respect and nothing to live by. I thank God everyday for her lovely smile that makes me realize just how much I'm capable of..." she read aloud to herself. It was then that she realized what she truly wanted more than anything else. The one thing she hadn't seen in the longest time. She got down on her knees beside the bed and began to pray. "Please God, the one thing I want more than anythin' in the universe is... I wish ta see Taichi happy."
"Hey Sora. Wanna play a game? Gotta practice if we're ever gonna make it ta the Olympics," she heard a familiar voice say cheerfully.
She turned her head to see Taichi at age fifteen in his old soccer uniform. He looked so cute in that outfit and the way he'd always styled his hair was absolutely adorable. Blushing she replied, "Sure." She kicked the ball into the air and it almost went past Taichi's head when he grabbed it with his hands and went running down the field laughing. "Hey, that's not allowed," Sora called reminding him of the rules.
"Oh c'mon. Let's enjoy ourselves. There's nothin' wrong with havin' a little fun," he replied happily. This was the first time in a long time that she'd seen Taichi smile.
The next evening Sora arrived home from work. Stressed she dropped her stuff to the floor, took off her clothes and went to have a shower. As she stood rinsing the hot water through her hair making the shampoo run down her back she closed her eyes putting herself into deep thought trying to relax. The water felt refreshing against her skin, and she deeply just wanted to relax that night and think about Taichi for a while. She'd always been told that when a loved one dies they still watch over you. Sora just didn't realize how much an individual would watch over you.
All of a sudden she felt a heavenly feeling like someone running their hands through her strawberry colored hair, and heard a familiar voice say, "Your hair feels nice, but ya should use conditioner more often."
Sora freaked and turned her head nervously to see Taichi's spirit looking at her. The young woman froze. How could this be happening? Maybe she'd just drifted off to sleep in the shower from all her stress lately?
"Hey, who knew ya looked this hot when you're wet and naked?" the spirit joked.
"Taichi?" escaped her lips. "But you're d...de...dead."
"Ya did wanna see me happy, didn't you? Ya wished for the same thing I've been wishing for since I first met ya," the apparition replied smiling.
Suddenly Sora awoke to the sound of Piyomon's voice yelling in her face. She rubbed her head from the headache she'd received from her digimon's shouting. The young woman was laying on Taichi's blue futon in his living room. Both the soccer game and shower had been dreams. Still, they had seemed very real. Maybe Taichi was really watching over her from the after-life. Sora sat up and turned on the news. Taichi's death seemed like a very big subject. Well, why shouldn't it have been? He was in the major leagues now. Sora couldn't help herself anymore from holding it in. She broke out crying once more. She had ruined her chance at being with her soul mate.
Later that day Sora stopped by the bank for an interview about some of her more personal financial situations. The banker had left for a few moments to get some items and information. Sora sat back and just relaxed in the nice chair she was sitting in. She pulled out her mini photo book and began to flip through the different pictures when she came across a new photo. One that'd never happened and could never happen because of the circumstances. It was a picture of her and Taichi getting married. Sora slapped the book shut. It must've been the stress lately getting to her. She was truly beginning to feel it. The young woman opened her purse, took out a bottle of aspirin and gulped back two pills.
After the meeting Sora walked out of the building only to be confronted by her fiance. "Yamato. What're you doing here?" she asked sounding almost nervous.
"Just came ta see how my darling girl's doing. Anythin' wrong with that?" he replied cheerfully before putting his hand around her waist.
Sora threw his arm off. "Don't touch me," she warned him in an angry firm voice. Suddenly she realized what she'd just done. "Uh... Yamato..." she began her voice sounding as though she was having a battle with herself. "I'm sorry. I've just been stressed lately. Just don't touch me for now. I need to clear my head."
"Uh... Sora. Do ya care 'bout Taichi?" he asked suddenly as though annoyed or worried by what her reply would be.
"Well, of course I care 'bout him. He's a good friend ta me," Sora replied without any thought as to how she'd just phrased her comment.
"Sora. Think about what you're sayin'. He WAS a good friend. Face it. Taichi Yagami is dead," Yamato said before adding without any thought of Sora's feelings, "Now c'mon. We'll get married, have a couple kids and be lovers for life."
This hit Sora like a ton of bricks. It finally occurred to her just exactly how much of an asshole Yamato was being. "Yamato," she began slipping the ring off her finger. "Forget the wedding." Sora dropped the ring in his hand and walked off saying firmly, "Don't bother me anymore."
On her way home she ran into Hikari & Takeru. The two of them were twenty-one, madly in love and engaged. They were always there for each other through thick and thin. They were also rather lovey-dovey lately. Hikari was leaning on Takeru's shoulder lightly crying. She seemed a little upset about Taichi's death as well. Takeru simply held her trying to soothe her pain.
"Ya miss him too?" Sora asked Hikari.
"Huh?" Hikari replied raising her head. "Sora? Ya cared about him as well?" she added wiping her tears.
"Yup. I cared about him and still do. It's been drivin' me nuts lately. I can't believe I let myself get infatuated with Yamato instead of realizing and accepting that Taichi was my real soul mate. No offense Takeru, but Yamato's a real jackass. He doesn't even truly care 'bout me."
"So, that's why ya broke up with him just a few minutes ago?" Takeru replied to her comment.
"Yeah. How'd ya know about that?"
"Yamato called me right after ya walked away... And you're right. He has been being a jerk lately. Actually, he's been bein' a jerk since he was sixteen."
"You wanna come over ta our place for dinner Sora?" Hikari offered.
"But Hikari. Ya promised we'd spend the night alone together this evening," Takeru objected.
"Oh c'mon. She's stressed and could use some company. I'm feelin' very close ta the way she's feeling right now. Let's give her a hand. We can spend another night together alone," Hikari argued.
"Well alright. I guess you're right," Takeru replied before turning to Sora. "So, would ya like ta come over?"
"Oh sure. Okay. Thanks you two." Sora felt a little better knowing that she had friends like Hikari and Takeru who'd be there for her as much as possible.
A TAIORA Fan Fiction
Written By: Christina Burnfield
Japanese Reference Dictionary (you won't need these all but I thought you might enjoy learning these few things)
tanto - a small sword used mostly by female ninjas.
koibito - sweetheart
neko - cat
niji - rainbow
leviathan - an old dragon legend from Japanese history. Was considered the Dragon God of the sea.
kanji - one of the three Asian alphabets
tenshi - love
baka - silly/idiot
Samurai - an old type of warrior for the emperor. Also means "die for honor"
Story: (PART 1)
Taichi was twenty-three and it was Sora's birthday to turn the same age he was. He walked up to her that morning when he saw her and said sounding depressed, "Congratulations Sora. I heard about your upcoming wedding. Yamato doesn't know how lucky he is ta have you."
"Ya sound down. You okay?" she replied concerned.
"I always wanted to hold ya in my arms forever, but my true wish is jus' ta see you happy. That's truly all that matters ta me," he answered softly placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you two comin' ta my soccer game tomorrow?"
"Of course. We'll be right up front cheering ya on along with everyone else." Sora smiled.
That night he climbed in bed pulling the sheets over himself. He was positive that right now Yamato was with Sora in the park or some other romantic spot trying to suck her into making out or something along those lines. He'd never treat her like that. The truth was that Sora had become naive and easy. Taichi however, knew just how strong she used to be. She used to take nothing from no one. She'd always punch instead of slapping. She also was a championship archer and master of the tanto. She loved to play soccer all the time and have mud fights in the rain. At one time she had just as much or more courage than he had.
The next morning he awoke to the sound of Agumon's voice shouting in his face. The young man sat up rubbing his head trying to comfort the headache he'd gotten from his digimon's voice ringing in his ears. "Where's my soccer uniform?" Taichi asked with a yawn stretching his arms.
"Hung up on the back of the bathroom door. Put it there last night after ya fell asleep so ya'd pretty much be all ready ta go," the digimon replied before handing him his morning bowl of Rice Krispies and glass of orange juice. Then the doorbell rang. Agumon walked over to the door and opened it. It was only the mail carrier. He handed the digimon the mail and walked away after wishing Agumon a good day. The digimon looked through the things. There were a few bills, the monthly check and a package addressed to Taichi Yagami. Agumon simply walked in the bedroom and handed Taichi the mail saying, "A couple bills, your check and I think the other's the first issue of that magazine ya subscribed to."
Taichi finished off his breakfast, climbed out from under the sheets and tossed the mail on the bed. "I'll open it after my shower," he said walking into the bathroom.
The sun rose high over the soccer field. The air was slightly cool yet calm. It was the final championship game today. Taichi approached the stands from the field and said to his digimon sitting beside Piyomon, "Remember our little bet?"
"Yup. If ya manage ta score at least six goals during the game I gotta buy everyone lunch today," the digimon replied.
Then he turned to Sora, "Do ya remember our agreement?"
"Yeah. If anythin' happens I gotta look after Agumon 'til ya get outta the hospital," Sora replied cheerfully before adding, "Don't worry. Nothin's gonna happen. You'll be absolutely fine walkin' back here with that trophy."
Near the end of the game the two teams were tied, so Taichi's coach called a time out. "Yagami. Time ta bring out the secret weapon. Don't mess it up. We lose this shot and we lose the championships," his coach said firmly.
Taichi simply nodded saying, "Got it."
"Takada. I want you on kick-off. And Arakawa. I want you ta be Yagami's backup incase somethin' goes wrong," his coach rambled out giving the commands. He sounded more like he was coaching football than soccer at times. Occasionally he'd use the wrong term for the wrong sport of which was being played.
The referee called time in and the players returned to the field. Taichi looked over towards the stands. Sora appeared to be sweating as much as him. Maybe she truly did care for him, but didn't know quite how to admit it to him. Hearing the whistle he automatically turned his mind back to the game. He was going to get that trophy no matter what it took.
He ran down the field bringing the ball closer and closer to the net. It wasn't all that much further before he could make his Space Kick that'd send it into the net winning the game and the championships. His sweat ran down his face and some even dripped in between his lips. He wiped it away after a slight taste of which he hadn't intended. This was it. This was his point to be a hero amongst his team and soccer. He launched the ball into the air, picked himself up on his hands and sped his feet towards the ball. They hit. It went in. However, before the crowds or himself could cheer on a victory, a red convertible came speeding onto the field. It was closest to him. He jumped to dodge but...
"Taichi!" Sora called beginning to cry. The car crashed into a tree and then everyone jumped from their spots and ran out onto the field.
Jo's father looked him over checking his pulse and heartbeat. Taichi had neither. Mr. Kido stood to his feet and said making the sign of the cross with his hand, "I'm sorry. He's dead."
Sora gasped along with everyone else. She tried to break through the crowd crying, but couldn't make it through with everybody holding her back. She didn't know why it affected her this badly. True he was a good friend, but this seemed little overly emotional for a friend. It hit her finally harder than a ton of bricks. She loved him. She'd always loved him. Why did it have to be now when it was too late to realize this? Why now when it was too late to say this? Her mother was already dead. She'd died just the previous year from a sudden heart attack. Her mother was dead. Her father was dead. And now her true love was dead. Did she have anything left? Well, she did have her friends and digimon. She wanted to make everyone proud of her, yet her life now had no love. What was she to do?
That evening Sora walked into his bedroom and in hailed the smell, which at one time had bothered her deeply. Now though, it was the smell of the life Taichi Yagami had just held only no more than five hours ago. It bothered her still, but not in the same way, for it was a smell that was never going to appear again. It was the smell of his sweat from a thousand victories or more. Sure, he should've put the clothes in the wash before he left for his game that day, but since when had Taichi ever been that efficient or tidy? She looked around the room at everything there was to see. His messed up bed, the posters, alarm clock and even the pictures he held closest to him while he slept. They were the photographs of the two of them over the years. In every single last one of them she was always smiling. He wasn't smiling all the time though. This pondered Sora, before she remembered what Taichi's one wish was for. To see her happy. She sat down on the edge of his bed, picked up the mail and out of curiosity opened it. A couple bills and a check seemed like nothing to her. She didn't want to pay bills and she had no temptation for money. She could care less about it. Cash wasn't going to take away this pain inside. Then she noticed the package. It was inside no more than a brown bubble envelope, but still it puzzled her as to what it could be. It was this month's issue of Soccer Maniacs. She removed the plastic and began to look slowly through the magazine at the different pictures. When she found a few pictures of him she read the articles and one thing caught her attention. "I guess I owe everything to my sweetest treasure; Sora. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be that kid at the bottom of the class with no friends, no respect and nothing to live by. I thank God everyday for her lovely smile that makes me realize just how much I'm capable of..." she read aloud to herself. It was then that she realized what she truly wanted more than anything else. The one thing she hadn't seen in the longest time. She got down on her knees beside the bed and began to pray. "Please God, the one thing I want more than anythin' in the universe is... I wish ta see Taichi happy."
"Hey Sora. Wanna play a game? Gotta practice if we're ever gonna make it ta the Olympics," she heard a familiar voice say cheerfully.
She turned her head to see Taichi at age fifteen in his old soccer uniform. He looked so cute in that outfit and the way he'd always styled his hair was absolutely adorable. Blushing she replied, "Sure." She kicked the ball into the air and it almost went past Taichi's head when he grabbed it with his hands and went running down the field laughing. "Hey, that's not allowed," Sora called reminding him of the rules.
"Oh c'mon. Let's enjoy ourselves. There's nothin' wrong with havin' a little fun," he replied happily. This was the first time in a long time that she'd seen Taichi smile.
The next evening Sora arrived home from work. Stressed she dropped her stuff to the floor, took off her clothes and went to have a shower. As she stood rinsing the hot water through her hair making the shampoo run down her back she closed her eyes putting herself into deep thought trying to relax. The water felt refreshing against her skin, and she deeply just wanted to relax that night and think about Taichi for a while. She'd always been told that when a loved one dies they still watch over you. Sora just didn't realize how much an individual would watch over you.
All of a sudden she felt a heavenly feeling like someone running their hands through her strawberry colored hair, and heard a familiar voice say, "Your hair feels nice, but ya should use conditioner more often."
Sora freaked and turned her head nervously to see Taichi's spirit looking at her. The young woman froze. How could this be happening? Maybe she'd just drifted off to sleep in the shower from all her stress lately?
"Hey, who knew ya looked this hot when you're wet and naked?" the spirit joked.
"Taichi?" escaped her lips. "But you're d...de...dead."
"Ya did wanna see me happy, didn't you? Ya wished for the same thing I've been wishing for since I first met ya," the apparition replied smiling.
Suddenly Sora awoke to the sound of Piyomon's voice yelling in her face. She rubbed her head from the headache she'd received from her digimon's shouting. The young woman was laying on Taichi's blue futon in his living room. Both the soccer game and shower had been dreams. Still, they had seemed very real. Maybe Taichi was really watching over her from the after-life. Sora sat up and turned on the news. Taichi's death seemed like a very big subject. Well, why shouldn't it have been? He was in the major leagues now. Sora couldn't help herself anymore from holding it in. She broke out crying once more. She had ruined her chance at being with her soul mate.
Later that day Sora stopped by the bank for an interview about some of her more personal financial situations. The banker had left for a few moments to get some items and information. Sora sat back and just relaxed in the nice chair she was sitting in. She pulled out her mini photo book and began to flip through the different pictures when she came across a new photo. One that'd never happened and could never happen because of the circumstances. It was a picture of her and Taichi getting married. Sora slapped the book shut. It must've been the stress lately getting to her. She was truly beginning to feel it. The young woman opened her purse, took out a bottle of aspirin and gulped back two pills.
After the meeting Sora walked out of the building only to be confronted by her fiance. "Yamato. What're you doing here?" she asked sounding almost nervous.
"Just came ta see how my darling girl's doing. Anythin' wrong with that?" he replied cheerfully before putting his hand around her waist.
Sora threw his arm off. "Don't touch me," she warned him in an angry firm voice. Suddenly she realized what she'd just done. "Uh... Yamato..." she began her voice sounding as though she was having a battle with herself. "I'm sorry. I've just been stressed lately. Just don't touch me for now. I need to clear my head."
"Uh... Sora. Do ya care 'bout Taichi?" he asked suddenly as though annoyed or worried by what her reply would be.
"Well, of course I care 'bout him. He's a good friend ta me," Sora replied without any thought as to how she'd just phrased her comment.
"Sora. Think about what you're sayin'. He WAS a good friend. Face it. Taichi Yagami is dead," Yamato said before adding without any thought of Sora's feelings, "Now c'mon. We'll get married, have a couple kids and be lovers for life."
This hit Sora like a ton of bricks. It finally occurred to her just exactly how much of an asshole Yamato was being. "Yamato," she began slipping the ring off her finger. "Forget the wedding." Sora dropped the ring in his hand and walked off saying firmly, "Don't bother me anymore."
On her way home she ran into Hikari & Takeru. The two of them were twenty-one, madly in love and engaged. They were always there for each other through thick and thin. They were also rather lovey-dovey lately. Hikari was leaning on Takeru's shoulder lightly crying. She seemed a little upset about Taichi's death as well. Takeru simply held her trying to soothe her pain.
"Ya miss him too?" Sora asked Hikari.
"Huh?" Hikari replied raising her head. "Sora? Ya cared about him as well?" she added wiping her tears.
"Yup. I cared about him and still do. It's been drivin' me nuts lately. I can't believe I let myself get infatuated with Yamato instead of realizing and accepting that Taichi was my real soul mate. No offense Takeru, but Yamato's a real jackass. He doesn't even truly care 'bout me."
"So, that's why ya broke up with him just a few minutes ago?" Takeru replied to her comment.
"Yeah. How'd ya know about that?"
"Yamato called me right after ya walked away... And you're right. He has been being a jerk lately. Actually, he's been bein' a jerk since he was sixteen."
"You wanna come over ta our place for dinner Sora?" Hikari offered.
"But Hikari. Ya promised we'd spend the night alone together this evening," Takeru objected.
"Oh c'mon. She's stressed and could use some company. I'm feelin' very close ta the way she's feeling right now. Let's give her a hand. We can spend another night together alone," Hikari argued.
"Well alright. I guess you're right," Takeru replied before turning to Sora. "So, would ya like ta come over?"
"Oh sure. Okay. Thanks you two." Sora felt a little better knowing that she had friends like Hikari and Takeru who'd be there for her as much as possible.