Summary: Sora and Matt are married...much to Tai's displeasure. How far will Tai go to win her back?

Warnings: Occasional swearing, mild OOC but we tried to avoid it as much as possible.

A/N: Hello again guys. Chapters are going to be slower from now on. We have all the motivation and none of the ideas =D

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.Tai.Digi/What Really Happened\Mon.Sora.

by

Xol0on1e.mo0nieoX

C h a p t e r T w o

"Hanna, seriously, are you capable of being quiet for like TWO seconds? Some of us are actually trying to think…" Tai was attempting to concentrate on a presentation on Criminal Law that he HAD to have finished by the next day. Obviously, his girlfriend Hanna was not helping. "But Taaaaiiiii… We never get to spend time together anymore!" Sighing, Tai ran his fingers through his hair, resisting the urge to smash it down on the desk in front of him. "Hanna, I swear… If I fail this course, we're going to be spending a lot more time together, so for now, could you just do me one favour and LEAVE. ME. ALONE!"
"Aww Taaai, why are you being so meeean?"
"Because you're not Sor - wait, what?!" Tai didn't understand what the hell had just happened. Why was he suddenly linking his girlfriend to someone he hadn't seen in years? Did he really wish she was Sora? Well, probably, considering he'd been in love with her for years, but still – she was now married to his best friend! Well, at least, he used to be his best friend. In actual fact, Tai hadn't been in contact with Sora or Matt since the wedding, but was surprised to realise that it had actually been that long.
"Sorry, I wasn't listening, did you say something?" Snapping back into reality, he realised that Hanna had since become disinterested in their conversation, and had wandered off into the kitchen.
"Umm, no… Not really." At least, he hoped he hadn't actually voiced any of his thoughts – it might be a little too confusing for his somewhat simple-minded girlfriend.
"You know, I really wish you'd talk more. I saw some interview on TV the other day, with that astronaut guy? You know, the one that used to be in that rock band, and now he's really famous? Married some fashion designer – god I envy her, pretty lucky if you ask me. Really, Tai, you should be more like him."
And with that, Tai snapped the pencil that had been resting in his hand clean in half. Be more like Matt? If only Hanna realised just how hard he'd tried.

Hours later, once he'd finally gotten rid of Hanna, Tai was still subconsciously thinking of Sora. It really wasn't helping his presentation, and it was beginning to look more and more like he was going to fail. Realising this, he soon found the motivation to keep himself going – if he failed, he'd have to spend more time with Hanna. With this thought, Tai physically shuddered, attacking his page with more force than ever – he was going to get this thing done if it killed him.

"Okay, so this person committed this offence… I wonder if Sora ever went to university. Do you have to go there to be a fashion designer? Hang on, when did she even become a fashion designer? WHY DIDN'T SHE ASK ME FIRST? Wait, why should she? Hang on, why does it matter? Sora has nothing to do with criminal law! I'm definitely going crazy…"

Smashing his head on the desk in front of him, he threw his pencil down with force, grimacing as he heard the snap of the lead breaking in two. Wonderful, he'd just broken his second pencil of the day. At this rate, not only were his social and professional lives going to be ruined, but he was going to be broke too. Sighing, he pushed his chair back and began searching through the draws of the desk in an attempt to find yet another pencil.

After a mere thirty seconds of having absolutely no luck, he slammed one of the draws shut. What was the point? It wasn't like any of this was going to amount to anything anyway. If he got the assignment done, he'd just be furthering himself in a career where he wasn't even sure he'd be happy, and he was almost certain he'd be no good. If he didn't get the assignment done, he'd fail the course, and would have to spend his days lounging around his house with Hanna. Did he even want to follow through with his studies? The only reason he'd ever done anything like this was to impress Sora, and now that that wasn't something he needed to do anymore, he was a little lost – he didn't have anyone to impress anymore. Well, he had Hanna, but…she didn't count.

Realising he was acting like an angsty teenager, he sighed, deciding he might as well just get back to maturity. Reaching for his broken pencil, he felt the ideas begin to flow again and set himself up to once again attempt his assignment. He was all ready to start letting the words go from his head to the paper, when he felt his fist slam onto the desk again. Damn it! He still didn't have a pencil. Checking his watch, he noted the time. 11:43pm. Who would honestly be awake at that time that would be willing to be disturbed just so that he could have a pencil? Sadly, only one person came to mind. Hanna. It wasn't that he hated Hanna or anything, sometimes he just got extremely angry at her. Or perhaps he had just been stressed lately, because of all the assignments and such he'd been doing? He didn't quite know what it was, but he did know that he'd have to start being a little more tolerant of her – she really wasn't doing anything wrong.

Despite this revelation, going to her house wasn't exactly what he needed to be doing right at that moment. Sure, he was only going to get a pencil, but chances were she wouldn't take it that way, and would decide that he was there for other things. No matter how much explaining he did, she would assume that he'd just been looking for an excuse to be with her, even though they'd spent the better part of the day together. Sighing, he stood up – he really didn't have any choice. Grabbing a coat, he picked up his keys, locking his door on the way out – luckily, Hanna's house was only down the street, so he wouldn't have to drive.

As soon as he arrived at the front door, his finger found the doorbell, his arms wrapping around him so as to shield himself from the cold. Thankfully, it only took Hanna a moment to come to the door.

"Tai, honey, what are you doing out here? It's freezing! You should have called or something and I could have come to you! Aren't you supposed to be doing that assignment thingy?"

Nodding, Tai returned the hug that Hanna had quickly pulled him into. "Yeah, but… I had some err… Stationary issues. Do you have a pencil I can have?"

Wrinkling her nose and lowering her eyebrows as if she were confused, Hanna tilted her head slightly to the side. "You… Only have one pencil in your house? Don't you keep pens or something?"

"Well, two pencils actually, but… Look, I was unorganised okay! Can I please just have a pencil? It's really cold out here, and I don't have time for this right now!" Tai hadn't realised he was yelling, but as he finished he realised how lucky he was that the neighbours hadn't come out to complain. Hanna smiled in a strangely caring way, and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Come on Tai, you're right, it is cold. Come in and have some hot chocolate, and you can calm down a bit. I mean, chocolate fixes everything right?"

Tai couldn't help but laugh a little at the strange smile that appeared on her face. Nodding, he couldn't resist – it was moments like this that made him remember why he stuck with Hanna in the first place. Stepping into the warmth of her apartment, he allowed her to take his to take his coat. Maybe this was just what he needed, a small break. Slumping into an arm chair, he had to fight just to keep himself awake; it was just too comfortable. As Hanna came into the room moments later with a mug full of hot chocolate, he smiled warmly, accepting the cup and putting it to his mouth immediately.
"I put sugar in it. I figured it might make it a little nicer…"

As he tasted the liquid, he began to wonder what the hell kind of sugar she'd been using. In fact, the taste was quite distinct – it was almost a salty flavour. Wait – salty? Oh dear, this had happened before, only last time, it had been in reverse. Deciding that Hanna's Christmas present would have to have something to do with helping her remember which was which, he drank the hot chocolate anyway – after all, she hadn't done it on purpose.

After half an hour at Hanna's, he realised he really wasn't getting anywhere. He dreaded going back into the cold, but knew he really needed to get home to finish his essay – and besides; with the amount of salt Hanna had put into his hot chocolate, he felt like he was ready to drink four or five buckets of water. Looking to his watch, he sighed as it confirmed what he had been dreading – he only had seven hours to complete the damn thing AND get it in on time. Yawning and stretching for dramatic effect, he made a big show of standing up. Thanking Hanna profusely for her kindness, he accepted the packet of pencils, ("just in case") reluctantly making his way to the door. Wrapping his coat around his shoulders, he picked up his keys and for the second time that night, he ventured out into the cold.

Ring. The annoying noise woke him from his somewhat uncomfortable slumber, a pain going through his forehead as he realised he'd fallen asleep on his pencil. The shrill noise seemed to reverberate around his house. His voice husky, he picked up the phone, making a noise that could possibly pass as a grunt.

"Erggghhh…"
"Tai? Is that you?"
"Mmmm…."
"IT IS YOU! Wow, it's been ages!" Whoever this crazy woman happened to be, she was definitely a morning person.
"Yeah… Probably…" Who the hell was she?
"Oh, by the way, it's Sora!" This brought him to his senses.

"Ugh, I'm dreaming." He slammed the phone down without thinking twice. Only once he had smashed his head down on the table again, did he realise that there was a possibility that he wasn't dreaming after all. You couldn't feel this much pain while you were sleeping, could you? Looking down at his watch as a reflex, it took a minute for his eyes to focus, let alone register what time it was. 10:07. Spitting out some rather colourful words, he jumped to his feet, grabbed his paper, and sprinted out the door, not caring that he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. All thoughts of Sora had been pushed out of his mind as he sprinted down the street, reaching the corner just as his bus was pulling away. Of course, that was the way it always was. Sighing, he took off after it, screaming and waving his arms in very strange ways. He could've sworn the bus driver hated him, because it wasn't the first time it had happened, and he guessed it wouldn't be the last.

TBC

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