Disclaimer: 'Two Worlds' is a fan fiction based on characters from the anime 'Digimon'. Obviously I do not own them or I'll be bragging to you right now. XD However, I do own my own three characters, namely Jeff Maxwell, Aki Fujioka and Kyo Takase.


Digimon
Two Worlds
Chapter 1

'Hey Ishida, are you ready for school?'

Dragging his focus from the window, Yamato Ishida stared at his friend who was sitting across from him. Shifting his gaze to the pile of books in Aki's arms, he held back his laughter.

'Not as ready as you are!'

Scoffing, Aki smiled.

'Unlike you guys, I intend to maintain my grades while pursuing my interests.'

'Maintaining your grades? You seem to be breaking your records during every single test!' Jeff laughed, giving his brunette-partner a slap on the shoulder.

'Do you think we'll be in the same classes?' Kyo asked, his question directing to Yamato.

Giving a short 'hmm', Yamato tapped his chin. 'I'm not sure, but I doubt we will. It all depends on what courses we're taking.'

'Sad case then,' Kyo sighed. 'I hope the girls won't be around.'

'It's a mixed school man. There are girls around.' Jeff smirked.

'No worries Kyo. The attention will be focused on Ishida here anyway.' Aki sniggered.

'Shut up.' Yamato gave a glance at his friends before fixing his sights on the window again.

Ever since the minor accident last night, Yamato had been thinking about that strange girl. She was injured, he could tell, but since she insisted that she was alright, why push? He had never seen someone with that kind of hair and eye colour before. It was definitely unique. Lowering his eyes, he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind. There was a very high possibility that she was attending the school. Odaiba High…


The halls were bustling with students as distinct groups lounged at their respective corners. The jocks and the cheerleaders were occupying the benches in the school garden, flirting and teasing. The nerds are, not surprisingly, leaning against their lockers reading thick textbooks. However, something felt different. Gossips seemed to be centered on one topic and most girls are dressed more revealing than usual. Squeals filled the air occasionally as groups of girls huddled together and discussed about their all-time favourite singer.

Running a hand through her hair, Sora winced as she pulled at a few knots. Sighing, she cursed herself for forgetting to comb it. Looking around, she raised an eyebrow at some attire the female population was wearing. Something big must be going on to cause this enormous change. Taking a glance at her own faded blue jeans, a light grey turtleneck as an inner shirt and hoodie, she sighed.

Placing her task as first priority, Sora headed off towards the computer lab where Jyou would most likely be. Sliding the door open, the redhead took a peek and smiled. Tiptoeing into the room, she crept behind the tall, blue-haired teen. Just as she was about to jump on him, the teenager's shoulder dropped.

'Good morning Sora.'

For a moment, Sora stood still. Then, she groaned and landed in a heap on the ground.

'How do you always manage to find out Jyou?'

Jyou raised a hand to push his glasses up, causing light to reflect against it. An evil gleam lit in his eyes as he looked down towards her.

'Instinct.'

'Is that word supposed to explain everything?'

'I suppose it should.'

Taking in a deep breath, Sora handed her left wrist towards him.

'Can you take off the bandage? My wrist's starting to itch.'

Sighing, Jyou proceeded in checking up on her bruise. Meanwhile, beside the pair, another redhead was seated in front of his laptop, typing away furiously. For a second, he spared a glance towards his two friends before resuming his work.

'That was pretty careless of you Sora. You should know better than to run across the street during a heavy storm. If the driver hadn't seen you at the last minute, I would be saying my farewells now.'

Scowling, Sora stuck her tongue out at the boy prodigy.

'It was an accident Koushiro.' Sora shook her head in dismay. 'I didn't see the limo. Besides, this shows I have good reflexes.'

'Well, you better tell that to Taichi.' Koushiro said, not really paying attention. 'He was pretty furious on the phone.'

'You told him?' Sora squeaked. 'Why did you? I didn't tell him so that he wouldn't worry! You know how he is when it comes to injuries!'

'You mean your injuries,' Jyou commented as he spread some ointment onto Sora's wound.

Pouting, Sora looked away. 'Shut up.'

After a while, Jyou tied a new bandage around Sora's wrist again ('You need that bandage.' Jyou mumbled) and the trio left for their respective classrooms.

Soon after, as Sora entered her class, she moaned. As usual, a flock of girls were lounging near her desk. Their skirts shifted higher and higher as they moved around, trying to get into the inner circle.

'What is it now?' Sora growled softly. 'Takamachi got a new haircut?'

Takamachi the hottie, as the cheerleaders call him, was assigned a seat slightly away from Sora's. Every single day, crowds of girls would surround him, inflating his ego with praises and compliments.

Stepping up onto a desk, Sora balanced herself and leaped towards her own, plopping herself into her seat. Resting her head against the window pane, she prepared herself mentally for Taichi's interrogation. Sure, Taichi was very sweet and he was a childhood friend. However, he cared too much when it came to Sora. Ever since her father went overseas for business trips, Taichi took up on the role of an older brother, constantly assuring her safety. Chuckling softly, Sora glanced towards the door, awaiting her friend's arrival.

Sure enough, a boy with gravity-defying hair sped into the classroom, and within seconds, appeared before the redhead.

'Good morning Taichi.' Sora smiled.

'Morning Sora. Now what's this about your wrist? You should have been more careful! What am I going to tell your father? Oh Mr. Takenouchi, I am so sorry but due to your daughter's carelessness, she almost got run over by a car.'

'Limo.' Sora corrected in a monotone voice.

Throwing his hands up in the air, Taichi fumbled for words. Resting her head on the table, Sora looked up at Taichi.

'I fell and that's it. There's no need to make a big fuss about it Taichi. I am here, in one piece and I promise that I'll be more careful.'

'You say that every time.'

'Hey at least I'm putting in an effort to do so.'

Eyeing the girl seated before him, Taichi ruffled her hair affectionately.

'Just be careful kiddo.'

Narrowing her eyes at the brunette, Sora combed her hair with her hand and leaned on her desk.

'By the way Taichi, what's going on? The school's seems to be up to something today.'

'Not the school Sora, the female population.'

Sitting up, the redhead raised her chin defiantly and sniffed. 'I resent that.'

'You're hardly a girl.' Taichi sniggered.

Gasping in mock horror, Sora slapped her friend on the arm and laughed just as their teacher stepped into the room.

'Takenouchi,' the teacher called, catching the attention of the class. 'You're wanted in the Principal's office.'

Surprised, Sora pointed a finger at herself. 'Me?'

'Yes you, now go.'

Whispers broke out in the class as everyone stared at her. The goody-two-shoes was called in by the Principal? Trudging towards her destination, all sorts of ideas bombarded her mind. Maybe she did something, maybe she didn't do something. Shaking her head, Sora rid herself of those thoughts and strolled confidently into the Principal's office.

Upon entering, Sora walked straight towards the desk, ignoring a group of boys seated at the corner.

'Sir, you called for me?'

'Ah yes Takenouchi. There was a faculty meeting earlier on and we were looking for selective students who could be chaperons for our new students.'

With an eyebrow twitching, Sora asked. 'Chaperons?'

'Chaperons,' the Principal replied. 'Guides, partners, anything you can think of. You have been specially selected by your teacher to accompany a student around Odaiba. Not only in school, but also around Odaiba. You can think of yourself as a guide.'

Placing her hand at the back of her head, Sora rubbed her neck and winced. 'You're not giving me a choice, aren't you?'

'It's a request Takenouchi, but if you insist on rejecting the school's recommendation as you are a bright and honest student, you may, by all means, turn down this offer.'

By this time, Sora's eyebrow was twitching incessantly. That wasn't an offer, it was a threat. Narrowing her eyes, Sora nodded.

'Fine, but how long is this going to take?'

'A year or so.'

'A year?' Sora gasped.

'They are not here as normal foreign exchange students Takenouchi. They are, no doubt, going to meet a lot of trouble around here and you, having accepted the offer, are to ensure that their problems are given help.'

Growling, Sora clenched her fist. This Principal was getting on her nerves. Tightening her jaw, Sora mumbled. 'So who is this person?'

Just then, rustling of clothes behind her caught her attention. Turning around, Sora's eyes widened and she took a step back. Standing calmly before her was the all-famous Yamato Ishida. Sticking both hands into his pockets, he flashed his Ishida smile.

'Hey, so it's you.'

Blinking, Sora frowned. Had she met this guy before? Sure, he seemed familiar, but where has she seen him? All of sudden, it clicked.

'You! You're the guy in the limo.'

'Now that's something new.' Yamato smirked. 'I never expected that kind of reaction.'

'And why wouldn't you? I could have died.' Glaring all-out at the blond, Sora held back her anger. His smirk wasn't helping either.

'Sir,' Sora continued, turning back towards the Principal. 'It can't be him.'

With eyebrows raised, the Principal only shrugged before he leaned on his desk.

'Thank you Takenouchi. End of discussion.'

With her mouth hanging open, Sora held back a scream as she stomped out of the office, the blond trailing behind her.

'Hey,' Yamato said as he stood beside the redhead, who was currently leaning against the wall. 'Having me around can't be that bad. After all, I'm Yamato Ishida.'

'You're Yamato Ishida and your ego is going to envelope the entire universe.' Sora snapped.

'Now what's with the temper?'

'Let me tell you this. I am not person that craves for popularity and I can tell so far that we are very different based on this. Next, when you enter the class you're most likely going to sit beside me just because there's an empty seat there. This is not good because the girls will be hanging around again, shoving their asses either at you or at me and I certainly pray that it's not me. Having you around, Yamato Ishida, will kill me.'

However, despite the intensity of Sora's gaze, Yamato was unfazed. Shrugging, he spoke casually. 'I can't help it if I'm irresistible.'

Staring at him in disbelief, Sora stalked off. How egoistic is this guy? Sliding the door to the classroom open, the redhead struggled to resume her calm demeanour and cleared her throat.

'Yamazaki-sensei, this is the new student.'

Before Sora could finish her statement, squeals and screams had already started. The girls were gushing at their idol while Yamato, being the egoistic person, just smirked and winked. This act further increased the commotion. Meanwhile, Sora rolled her eyes in disgust and headed towards her seat.

'Keep quiet!' the teacher hollered as he stared at the class. As soon as the minimum volume was obtained, the teacher smiled. 'Yamato Ishida, I'm sure everyone knows you so I'm not going to waste time to ask for introductions. Now, will you please take a seat beside Takenouchi over there?'

Turning his head towards the back corner of the class, Yamato nodded. Landing on the seat with a sigh, Yamato rested his head on an arm and smirked.

'Guess you were right about the seating arrangements.'

Sparing the blond a look, Sora sighed. 'Just shut up.'


'You must be kidding me.' Yamato wrinkled his nose with distaste as he stared at the plate before him.

Sora, who was sitting opposite to him, took a bite from her plate.

'Either you eat it or you starve. Besides, these are not bad if only you would give it a try.'

'There must be something better around here.'

Groaning, Sora planted her forehead onto her right palm. For the past few hours, Yamato had been complaining about almost everything – the lockers, the hallways, and the cafeteria – and now the food.

'Will you just shut up and eat? Your complains have been going on all day.'

'I can't help it if they're not up to my expectations. Who eats this stuff?' Yamato poked his vegetables with a fork.

Raising an eyebrow in response to his question, Sora shook her head and continued her meal. Stopping for a moment, she debated something in her head and placed her spoon down. Crossing her arms, she stared at the blond before her.

'You're a rich kid, aren't you?'

Smirking, Yamato leaned forward on the table and raised his eyebrows.

'So what if I am?'

'Spoiled brat.'

Shock was displayed on his features for a second before they disappeared. With a frown on his face, Yamato growled.

'What did you just call me?'

Pointedly ignoring his question, Sora narrowed her eyes at him. 'Have you ever tried to look at other's point of view? People like us? Those things you are saying are completely insulting us.'

'I was only speaking the truth. Food like this is trash. You can't eat this kind of thing.'

'Well, not everyone is as rich as you Ishida. They can't afford steak and buffets like you do!' Sora spoke, their volumes increasing.

'You are just not getting the picture aren't you?'

'No, you are not getting it. Sometimes, you have to see things from a lower point of view. Having your nose in the air is going to bring you trouble.'

'I highly doubt it.'

'Think what you must.' Sora sighed, standing up. 'But know this Ishida. The way you are now, we are of totally different worlds.'

Without giving him a chance to talk back, Sora left the table, leaving the blond to catch up. Clenching his fist, Yamato growled. How dare she criticise him? Just because she's not as rich doesn't mean she has the right to blame him for being so! Slamming the table, Yamato pushed his chair back furiously and stomped out of the cafeteria, just in time to see the redhead turn down a corner.

Running towards the redhead, he grabbed hold of her arm before she could open the door. Pushing her against the wall, Yamato glared at her.

'Listen now and listen well Takenouchi. Don't think you know me and don't think you can judge me. You have no right to.'

'Well, if that's what you believe Ishida, I can't force you now, can I?'

Absolutely disturbed by her calm behaviour, Yamato tightened his grip on her arms. Seeing her wince brought a slight smirk to his face.

'Not so great now, are we?'

Narrowing her eyes, Sora whispered in a low voice. 'You had better let go of me now Ishida or you're going to regret it.'

'Or what?'

Deciding that he has gone too far, Sora yelled at the top of her lungs. 'Taichi!'

Blinking at the redhead in confusion, Yamato searched her eyes for answers. Just then, the door which Sora wanted to open revealed a brunette with big bushy hair. The boy turned and saw the position the two were in. Immediately, before Yamato could react, the brunette had charged towards him and knocked him to the ground.

In disbelief, Yamato gaped at the brunette.

'What the hell is your problem?' He demanded.

Glowering at the blond, Taichi sneered. 'Just because you're famous doesn't mean you don't need to have self control.'

Steering Sora away from Yamato, they were about to enter the computer lab before Sora stopped. Blinking a few times, the redhead closed her eyes in resignation. Leaving the room once more, she stepped towards the blond and bent down. Stretching out her hand, she looked at him in the eye with determination.

'Sometimes,' she paused, 'it would do you good to accept people's help.'

Frowning at her comment, Yamato stood up by himself and brushed past her, entering the computer lab. Letting her head drop, Sora straightened herself and entered after him.

'So what are you doing here?' Yamato asked without looking at the redhead.

Sitting on a table, Sora replied. 'Some guys and I hang out here during break so that we can discuss where we're going for lunch or what so ever. This is Taichi, Koushiro and Jyou.'

Giving the three males a nod, Yamato turned and headed for the door. 'I'm out of here. Are you coming or not?'

Jumping off the table, Sora followed. 'Hey Taichi, I doubt I will be having lunch with you guys today. I need to show Ishida around.'

'No problem,' Taichi smiled. 'Take care Sora.'

Upon leaving the room, Sora ran to catch up with the blond.

'Look, I'm sorry that Taichi pushed you down ok?'

'Do I look like I care?'

Huffing in frustration, Sora avoided his look. This is going to be a long day.


The last class of the day had ended and Sora leaned back against her chair. Hugging her messenger bag, she closed her eyes and tried to block out the sounds beside her. Just as she predicted, as soon as the last bell rang, the girls were already surrounding Yamato before anyone could blink. Slouching in her seat, Sora prayed to the heavens that she could leave as soon as possible.

The scraping of chair against the floor caught Sora's attention as she glanced sideways, watching as the blond stood. Following suit, the redhead fell slightly behind the blond, desperately avoiding the death glares from her fellow classmates. Although, undeniably, it was quite amusing. However, the situation outside the classroom was no different. In fact, it was down right worse. Squeezing past the mob of crazed fan girls, Sora let out a breath as she stepped into the school garden.

'No, we are not going there,' Sora exclaimed as she stared at Yamato, who was heading towards another larger group of girls.

'Come on,' Yamato said as he dragged her, literally, into the crowd.

As soon as the leader of the Teenage Wolves was sighted, the screams increased. Rolling her eyes, Sora stood firmly as Yamato lounged on the bench table with the rest of the members.

'Hey Yamato man, you brought your chick along.' Jeff laughed as he winked at her.

Scowling at the blue-eyed brunette, Sora hissed angrily.

'I am not his chick.'

Laughter ensued between the four guys as Jeff shrugged.

'Hey no problem girl.'

As Sora was about to rebuke him, Aki interrupted before anything could escape her lips.

'So where are we going Takase?'

'Let's go home today. We need to practice for the upcoming gig.'

'Good idea.'

Feeling a smile, Sora raised both eyebrows. Yes, she could go home! Unfortunately, before she could escape, a hand caught her shoulder.

'Yo, where do you think you're going?'

Sora spun around and looked at Yamato in the eye. 'Home.'

'No, you're coming with me.'

Gaping at him, Sora turned to face fully. 'And why is that? Your friends don't have their partners with them!'

'They choose not to, doesn't mean I am going to do the same.'

Narrowing her eyes at him, she whispered. 'You're insufferable.'

For a moment, Yamato stared at her before a smirk adorned his features.

'And you're cute.'


End of Chapter 1

A/N: Here you go! It's chapter 1! When I started this chapter, I had a slight writer's block, trying to figure out how to show the differences between Yamato and Sora so that it would be clear and distinct, but not too obvious. So far, I think this chapter is not bad though slightly short in my opinion. I had intended it to be slightly longer. Anyways, thank you for reading my fic and please R&R! Constructive criticisms are very much appreciated!

Also, a special thank you to Stained in Negativity for telling me about the band members' names! However, since I have already started the story with my own names, I guess I'll stick to it to avoid confusion. Still, thank you very much!

By the way, I have started a new story for 'Fruits Basket' series, called Saviour. If you have the time, please do read the fanfic and give me some constructive criticisms!

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