The story is inspired by a newspaper article I have read currently. It was just so cute and romantic that I decided that I would manipulate the ideas and turn it into a Sorato. Be warned that during the composition, I was reading CardCaptor Sakura manga, listening songs from .hack//sign and I was in the middle of my Economics and Society exams and my mind was on the verge of insanity. (Wasn't sure whether I was trying to study or waste my time) O.o;
Yamato walks onto the stage: Mizuki just wanted me to tell everyone that she doesn't own Digimons or the story line. However, the story is written by her in her style. Personally I thought the story was a little lame, the least she could do was give Sora and me more kissing scenes......
Sora walks onto the stage and whispers to Yamato: Mizzie wanted me to tell you that if you don't shut up and let her get on with the story, she will makes this into a Taiora instead.
Yamato gulps and runs of the stage screaming: Miz! You can't
do that! You promised me that this would be a Sorato...
Most people I know say that I take after my Uncle Takeru on my father's
side, we both shared a passion for literature and neither of us could fully
employ the use of that Ishida charm like my brothers, or my father, or
my grandfather, or... Truthfully, we never had to use it, Aunty Hikari
was the sweetest person there is and they married twelve month after they
first laid their eyes upon each other. As for my beloved... well, that
another story.
But the story that I would like to tell today, is a true fairy tale,
it is the story of my mother and father. My mother, Sora Takenouchi Ishida
is the beautiful daughter, the only daughter of famous Colonel Takenouchi
of the Great Japanese Empire. She had exquisite auburn hair, warm brown
eyes and a laugh that would enchant any men; as my father would put it.
She was the sunshine in everyone's life; as my grandfather would say. So
wise, so fair; as my brother once described her in his damned poem that
won the National Championship. My father, Yamato Ishida on the other hand
was the renegade son of nobody, sure, he had charm, good looks and
the talent in music, yet poor as a church mouse he was. Traveling from
town to town, earning a little in the taverns and if fortunate enough,
performing for some grand festivals. How she would've fallen in love with
someone like him was beyond my belief but I certainly am glad that they
did!
The story is best told from my mother's point of view, she after all
was the strong, willful and determined Juliet while my father was the weak
but courageous Romeo. To my mother's understanding, the first time they
meet was at the Christmas mass, she under the surveillance of her aunt
Susan, who was only four years older than my mother and they are often
mistaken as sisters. During that mass, she could not help but to feel that
someone was staring at the her back the entire time. In annoyance, she
turned around to shot that person a death glare but instead, she gazed
right into my father's azure blue eyes and was charmed by his amused smile.
For the next three days, she winced at every thought of that incident and
would not believe that she has just fallen into his trap. My father of
course, believed that the the story had a different beginning, for the
first time he saw her, it was the week before the Christmas mass, in the
market. He was so besotted by her, he stalked her for a whole week before
finding the perfect opportunity for her to notice him.
The second time they met was at their friends Jyou and Mimi's engagement
party. My mother, being Mimi's best friend was forced to sing Butterfly
Kiss, my mother's favorite song. Halfway through her moving performance,
my father decided to jump on stage and sing the song as a duet. That move
nearly made my mother strangle him, in her opinion, not only he totally
wrecked the song, his smooth and rich voice made hers sound like a crow
croaking. Everyone else however, did not notice any of it, they cheered
and applauded and asked for encore. My father, being the natural performer
he is, bowed and grinned and made the girls swoon over him. Well... most
of the girls anyway, my mother for one was too busy plotting how to murder
this gaki. Of course, all her plots and evil thought went astray
when he asked her to dance a couple hours later. she found herself melted
in his arm and his intense gaze as they waltzed around the room, oblivious
to the surrounding. They may be oblivious to the surrounding, however,
those at the party certainly noticed them. For a whole day after the party,
her friends teased her about the handsome young man she had in her arms
and taunted her with poems, from the childish ones we all once chanted
to the more sophisticated but nevertheless daunting Shakespearean verses
and soliloquies.
That day when my mother got home, she locked herself in the bedroom
and for the next few days, she refused to set her foot outside of
the house. Sure, my father was incredibly gorgeous, somewhat sweet, but
she wasn't ready to surrender to his charms. Her 'imprisonment' successfully
avoided any further teasing from her friends and prevent my father from
"admiring her beauty" for several days. However, a couple days later, she
saw him again. Now, imagine her horror when in the middle of the night,
someone started singing a lame love ballad beneath her window, as she went
to close the windows and to yell at the drunkard, she saw him, standing
under the moonlight (no mistake of the lighting she felt sure), staring
at her and singing a song on top of his lungs. She slammed the windows
and prayed to god that it was all a nightmare. Unfortunately, my father
returned to the same place, same time, singing the same song the next night,
and the night after, and the night after that, and after that, and after
that...
It was probably due my father's persistence and my wonderful great aunt
Susan that forced my mother to acknowledge the fact that she has fallen
in love with my father. Of course, I would have to mention my great aunt
Susan, for she is the one who got the wind of the situation and told my
mother the story of the determined young man who sang underneath his beloved's
window every night, even when she dumped pots of urine on his head night
after night. During that period of time, my mother was driven to the edge
of insanity by my father's actions and that story really did not persuade
my mother's opinion about my father being a psychopath. Instead, it gave
her a crazy idea, and she too, came so close in dropping a pot of urine
on his head. Fortunately, my great aunt Susan arrived just in time to stop
this lunacy and prevented my mother from scaring away her true love.
So that night, instead of dropping something truly disgusting from her
window, she thrown him an oriental lily, for that is the only flower in
her room and she was not prepared to find a rose in such a short time,
and begged him to leave her tonight so she can sleep in peace and quiet.
My father went back the next night, but he did not sing, which was to my
mother's relief as my grandparents replaced her flower basket with a Ming
vase and she was not about to throw that down. Instead, he blown her a
kiss and left a note for her in the garden next to the house. It finally
lured my mother out of the house and the next day, she disappeared from
the house before dawn and did not return until the sun set. What exactly
happened on that date? Non of us could be sure, but every time we mentioned
it, my mother's comforting brown eyes twinkles with mischief and the mysterious
smile would be displayed. As far as my imagination would take me, I sincerely
believed, that was the day when my father first kissed my mother and worked
out a series of ways for them to communicate without too many people noticing.
However, do notice that 'not many people' did not mean that no one and
no matter how careful they were in seeing each other, people did notice.
Soon enough, the whole town knew about their relationship, to which, my
grandfather acted drastically. He forbade my mother ever seeing my father
and placed her under constant surveillance. His move split the whole town
in half, those younger generation who supported the love between my mother
and my father and the older generation who took my grandfather's point
of view and believed that my father was a theif trying to steal 'the pearl'
for his personal gains. Either way, it restricted my parents' movements
and forced them to act more deviously, they wrote letters in crypted codes
and in invisible ink and placed them at places where they knew the other
would go. Once, my father placed a message under the serviette pile in
the ice cream shop, knowing my mother would visit that afternoon. Strangely,
that day, the serviettes were in high demand and before noon, a customer
discovered the message. The customer - Jyou, being a friend to my father,
passed the message to my mother without raising any fuss.
The best laid scheme of mice and men, oft go astray. I remember this
line particularly well from the novel Mice and Men, which I read in my
junior years, it meant that no matter how well one plans something, they
are bound to go wrong. Yet, this is the best line to describe what happened
next. Needless to say, my father's way of communicating was ingenius and
day by day, letter after letter, they found themselves to be more in love
than the day before. Nevertheless, my mother foolish in treasuring those
letters, for one day, my grandmother discovered them in a tin in my mother's
top draw. My grandparents were so horrified at her disobedience and cunning,
they confiscated all her papers and secretly sent her away to my great
great grandmother's place.
My mother only learned of this the day when she was leaving. Out of
desperation, she wrote a quick note on toilet paper and sent it to my father
through a mutual friend. A note was promptly returned and it wrote, "wherever
you will go, I will follow". It was probably one of the best line ever
written by my father and even now, my mother would clutch the old and wrinkled
paper close to her heart and smile fondly at the memory. My father did
as he promised and followed my mother faithfully. It was probably the action
that made the wind of fortune to blow in their direction.
Along the journey, my father's musical talent was miraculously discovered,
the people fell in love with his music, the guys wanted to be him, the
girls wanted to be with him. In the short period of two weeks, his first
single was released and it went straight to the top of the chart. Yet,
even when the schedule was tight, he always found time to secretly visit
my mother. Everything seemed to be brighter as my father's socioeconomic
status sky rocketed. Through fame and fortune, my father also acquired
a few important connections and allies, such as the Archbishop Koushiro
Izumi and the young and famous General Taichi Yagami. Yet no matter how
famous and desired my father was, the fact that he has had five virgins
and two illegitimate daughters previosly did not help, but under heavy
religious and political pressure, my grandfather grudgingly granted
my father, my mother's hand in holy matrimony.
No one from my mother's family attended the wedding, except, my dear
great aunt Susan. I don't know what possessed her to veto my grandfather's
ban, but she was the one who gave my mother away and my mother was eternally
grateful that she did not had to walk down the aisle alone. They left the
town the country that night and started their life anew. My mother was
nineteen and my father just two years older. Fourteen months later, my
father accidentally found his real family in France and he turned out to
be the long lost son of a media tycoon. My mother was also conveniently
pregnant with their first child, my maternal grandparents lowered their
weapons and cordially invited my parents and my paternal relatives back
to their house.
Seven months and thirteen days later, my mother delivered the first
of the three sons and four daughters to come at hte crack of dawn, yelling
insults at my father that was enough to shock the whole town. However,
my father did not mind, he was in heaven with joy and the moment the midwife
pronounced me to be a boy, he snatched me from her arms and waltzed me
around the room, and proudly showed me to all my relatives.
My great aunt Susan was even more crazy, she ran around the town, knocked
on every door and screamed, "it a boy! A boy!"
Miz collapses on her comfy chair. Finally done! Right now, she would give anything for an episode of Chobit and happily go to bed. Wait! There is still the Economics test in two days... mou... -.-;
Well... hope every one will enjoyed this!
Ja ne!
Miz