Second ficcy under Xplicit-rebel!!! Wrote this one right after my friend and I finished 'Sisters.' Sora's 17 in this fic, and she's out of character in the beginning but she'll go back into her much loved characteristics later on just to let you all know. She has little brother too, and a mom and a dad... and she's rich. It might not be as humorous as 'Sisters' but we'll try to make up jokes here and there. Torturing characters are fun hehe. Hmm. now how is this going to end up a Sorato I wonder? Please read and review!

Digimon does not belong to me like I said many times before.



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It begins

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"Argh I can't believe him!"

I abruptly pushed opened the large wooden doors to my house and kicked my shoes off. The leather platforms went flying out into the huge lobby but I could care less where they landed but I did hear distant rackets as I headed up the stairs.

Another day, another antique off my allowance...

"Sora is that you? Welcome home honey!" I heard my dad's high-pitched voice coming from behind me. Thus came the sophisticated director emerging from one of our living rooms wearing a pink polka dot apron.

How manly he looked. Yeah right.

I stood there in my daily shocked expression. For a minute there, I could really mistake my dad as 'that' way.

His arms out wide in the open, he hinted for a hug. Not a gentle, slight touch, but a big bear hug that leaves him lifting me off the floor and cutting my oxygen supply off for a few moments.

"Dad! Let me go!" I pushed him off and brushed my skirt.

I looked up at my childish dad and it seems as though my younger brother taught him his weepy-eyed pout look. It might work mom, but NEVER me.

I gave him a stern look and yanked the apron off and fastened his tie, if only I had the guts to fasten it tighter. Then I wouldn't have furthermore problems with humiliation.

"My friends are coming over. Remember, you're my fifth uncle twice removed, mom's side, and you were also adopted." I re-informed him, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder while stepping back and staring up at my legitimate dad.

I couldn't see any resemblance between us. Good.

"Let's review. What are you here for?"

"To persuade mom-"

"Wrong! SISTER."

"Oh right! To persuade my 'sister' to expand holiday weekends." Came his low dead tone answer.

"Good. What's your current occupation?"

"A famous architect."

"Good. And what's your name?"

"Bob."

I smiled in delight and slightly embraced him and I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I jumped on my bed that bounced like a bowl full of jello and made me rebound off it and land uncomfortably on the ground.

I groaned.

"I need a new bed. And I'm not letting my brother go shopping for it the next time."

"Sora?" I heard my dad's muffled voice from outside of my room.

"What?"

"When your friends arrive, can I show them my teddy bear collection?"

"NO!" Came my instant reply.

"Okay." He said faintly.

I sighed and fell back and stared up at the ceiling. My dad is so strange.

My mind drifted off to a different topic at the moment. Thinking of a handsome brunette... AND HOW HE TURNED ME DOWN.

I cackled evilly thinking of ways to torture him.

"No one gets on Sora Takenouchi's bad side!"

"You're sure very nice." A sarcastic tone of voice spoke up suddenly.

"Yeah..." I dreamily said.

Something triggered at the back of my head. I didn't remember having another person in my room.

I sat up immediately and looked towards the direction of the voice.

Sitting on my windowsill was a blonde guy wearing nothing but pure cotton white clothes, and little cute wings popping out from his back.

I blinked.

He blinked.

I blinked again.

He didn't.

"Who are you?"

"You can see me?" He asked, pointing his index finger towards himself. "You heard me?"

I stood up and got into a fighting stance with my assertiveness going up.

"Stay away! I was top in my self defense class!" I stood up and swung my hands around like a mad man.

He stared at me awkwardly and stood up. "That's 'cause you were the only one in your self defense class."

"How'd you know?"

I flinched and stepped back stumbling over my carpet and falling on the ground.

He advanced towards me and reached out his hand.

"You may look tough, but you're as weak as a kitten."

I screamed out and tried to wave them off as best as I could.

"AHH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" I closed my eyes and if I could, screamed more loudly.

"Rape! RAPE!!!" I cried out, hoping that someone could hear me.

"Sora shh! Quiet down!" The blonde guy said in a soft whisper but I had my instincts and I can't trust a totally hot guy alone with me in my room.

"HELP! SOMEBODY!" I screamed but nobody came.

I became very frustrated and inched back into the corner of my room, still screaming my head off.

"Sora quiet down!" The blonde guy yelled at me, which made me even more cautious of him.

"HEEELPP! I'll give you 20 bucks!"

My door suddenly opened to reveal my younger brother with his two friends.

"Stop screamin woman! You're hurtin my eardrums!" My 15-year-old brother yelled at me.

Relieved, I ran up to him and tightly squeezed him.

"Makoto! Go beat the living daylights out of that guy!" I pointed in the direction of the blonde guy who looked anything but frightened. He just cocked his eyebrow and eyed me. Crossing his arms, he yawned and tilted his head and his face showed signs of amusement.

"No one's there." My brother irritably said.

"What?! Can't you see him? The tall guy with the totally awesome hair??"

"No. Can I have my 20 bucks now?"

"NO!! GET OUT!!!"

I shoved the boys out of my room and slammed the door shut. But I should have run out of my room but I had to get my purse with my credit cards in them first before I make a run.

"What's with your sister?" I heard one of Makoto's friends ask outside of my room.

"PMS."

"What's that?"

"Psychotic mood shift."

"No, I heard it was 'Pissy Mood Syndrome."

"Women these days..."

I groaned. Men.

"Sora." The guy's voice said, I couldn't believe how low and smooth it sounded.

"I don't know how you got into my room but get out now!" I ordered him, but I doubt that would work. It was worth a try.

"Can't." He plainly said.

"Why?!"

"I'm stuck with you."

"What?"

"Let me get to the point before you humiliate yourself any further." He said and I quietly sat down near the door, with my hand on the doorknob.

"#1. No one can see me. #2. I'm your guardian angel."

I stared at him blankly for a while. Then I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started to laugh so hard until tears welled up in my eyes.

"That's so cute! No wonder you have wings! HAHA where'd you get them? They look so cute! Hehe and your clothes! They're blinding!"

He frowned and his deep blue eyes narrowed into slits at him.

"Sora. This is serious. If you can see me; then that means you're going to die."

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I rushed. I might rewrite it, but I'm lazy. So maybe not.

Again, please read and review! Love you all.