TRUTH
A/N: Okay, originally this wasn't going to have Sorato in it and it was going to be left up to the reader who she was. However in the last line I figured it just sounded wrong without Yamato calling her by her name so I figured that it might as well be Sora. Plus while I do hate Sorato I have no prob with Sora. Finally, thanx to shinisin, who beta reading this for me (oh and right now I am having trouble typing so I guess it's not u).
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, and personally I think this is a good thing. Why? Because judging by the time it takes for me to write and post a fic (I wrote this one a good few months ago and have been meaning to post it since then) the series would never have been seen by anyone.
I sat there dressed completely in black, my signature colour, and my make- up was in the style I always wore it, designed to make me look pale. However I looked a far cry away from what I was like in the lime light. My clothes were old and worn, I knew my make up must be smudged and my face blotchy, even though I'd applied extra powder to hide the fact.
I looked down on the crowd below me, milling about and almost laughed at the fools. They actually thought I was going to jump. Part of me was insulted that they thought I would just roll over and die because my life wasn't going the way I wanted. Also, if I was going to commit suicide, I wouldn't do it by jumping out the window of my penthouse apartment with over a hundred people watching below, excluding the thousands watching on TV. Finally, they'd been watching me for over an hour, and before that I'd been out here for most of the night. If I was going to jump I'd have done it already.
Suddenly I heard a voice, and there she was. I was surprised she hadn't arrived earlier. She was crying, begging me to come back in, not to take my life, that I had so much to live for, that she loved me. I laughed at that. She looked shocked and hurt. I just shook my head in response. It was the first time she had said that, though I had known she felt it, that's why she had slept with me even though we were only friends and eighteen. I had been drunk, and had had an argument with Taichi. We had never made up from that argument because he had walked in on us in the morning, then she had found out she was pregnant.
That had been eight years ago. Now I was married to her and we had a seven- year-old son. Despite the fact that I had a wife and child, my band had still become one of the biggest rock bands in Japan. She had still made it in the world of fashion and was a top designer. Then there's my love, my Taichi. I haven't spoken to him since he heard about the baby but I still know everything about him. He's a famous soccer player so it's not hard to find out what's going on in his life. He got married at 22, but within 6 months the marriage was over, since then he hasn't been with anyone. Also, from what I understand, he is doing brilliantly in soccer, though I don't understand much of it.
I looked back at her and swung my legs back into the apartment and shut the window. I could see the relief in her eyes. I walked right up to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, she looked up at me and I think she thought I was going to kiss her and tell her that I loved her. Instead I finally told her the one thing I'd wanted to tell her for years.
"Sora, I want a divorce."
End of Part One.
A/N: Okay, originally this wasn't going to have Sorato in it and it was going to be left up to the reader who she was. However in the last line I figured it just sounded wrong without Yamato calling her by her name so I figured that it might as well be Sora. Plus while I do hate Sorato I have no prob with Sora. Finally, thanx to shinisin, who beta reading this for me (oh and right now I am having trouble typing so I guess it's not u).
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, and personally I think this is a good thing. Why? Because judging by the time it takes for me to write and post a fic (I wrote this one a good few months ago and have been meaning to post it since then) the series would never have been seen by anyone.
I sat there dressed completely in black, my signature colour, and my make- up was in the style I always wore it, designed to make me look pale. However I looked a far cry away from what I was like in the lime light. My clothes were old and worn, I knew my make up must be smudged and my face blotchy, even though I'd applied extra powder to hide the fact.
I looked down on the crowd below me, milling about and almost laughed at the fools. They actually thought I was going to jump. Part of me was insulted that they thought I would just roll over and die because my life wasn't going the way I wanted. Also, if I was going to commit suicide, I wouldn't do it by jumping out the window of my penthouse apartment with over a hundred people watching below, excluding the thousands watching on TV. Finally, they'd been watching me for over an hour, and before that I'd been out here for most of the night. If I was going to jump I'd have done it already.
Suddenly I heard a voice, and there she was. I was surprised she hadn't arrived earlier. She was crying, begging me to come back in, not to take my life, that I had so much to live for, that she loved me. I laughed at that. She looked shocked and hurt. I just shook my head in response. It was the first time she had said that, though I had known she felt it, that's why she had slept with me even though we were only friends and eighteen. I had been drunk, and had had an argument with Taichi. We had never made up from that argument because he had walked in on us in the morning, then she had found out she was pregnant.
That had been eight years ago. Now I was married to her and we had a seven- year-old son. Despite the fact that I had a wife and child, my band had still become one of the biggest rock bands in Japan. She had still made it in the world of fashion and was a top designer. Then there's my love, my Taichi. I haven't spoken to him since he heard about the baby but I still know everything about him. He's a famous soccer player so it's not hard to find out what's going on in his life. He got married at 22, but within 6 months the marriage was over, since then he hasn't been with anyone. Also, from what I understand, he is doing brilliantly in soccer, though I don't understand much of it.
I looked back at her and swung my legs back into the apartment and shut the window. I could see the relief in her eyes. I walked right up to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, she looked up at me and I think she thought I was going to kiss her and tell her that I loved her. Instead I finally told her the one thing I'd wanted to tell her for years.
"Sora, I want a divorce."
End of Part One.