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. However, I do own my own five characters, namely Jeff Maxwell, Aki Fujioka, Kyo Takase, Aiko Mihara and Daichi Mihara.

Digimon
Two Worlds
Chapter 13

'I want to be Yamato's girlfriend!'

'Huh?'

Two five year olds were floating in a pool of water as they faced each other. The girl looked at the boy before her with determination burning fiercely in her eyes.

'I want to be Yamato's girlfriend!' She repeated once more.

Making a face at her exclamation, he sniffed. 'But you're just like my sister. That's so gross!'

'But I am not!' She argued. 'Do you have anyone you like?'

'Of course not!' The blond replied immediately. 'Girls are disgusting.'

Gasping in horror, Aiko splashed the water around her. 'Says who?

'Says me.'

'You're with one now!' She yelled and before Yamato could react, she had pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

'Let go!' He struggled to remove her hold around him as he fought to stay afloat. 'Let go of me!'

'Not until you say that I am your girlfriend! I want to be Yamato's girlfriend!'

'Okay okay!' He gasped for breath as he flung his arms around wildly, hoping to catch something to keep him above water. The young Ishida had learnt since a long time that agreeing to anything that Aiko requested was the quickest way to get her to release her hold on him. To his relief, she exactly as told and smiled.

'It's alright if I don't have Mama,' she whispered softly. 'Because now I have Yamato.'

Aiko had a distant look in her eyes as she stared out of the window, her chin resting on her palm as she breathed in the fresh air. A gentle breeze blew into her room and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the soft caress of nature.

Opening her eyes slowly, she thought of the events that occurred yesterday. Uncle Hiroaki had decided to return earlier when he had received news of Aki's party held at Yamato's house. The name of the rockstar created butterflies in her stomach immediately and Aiko had no hesitation when she persuaded her beloved uncle to bring her along. She had snuck into the party and had desperately tried to search for her childhood friend. Yet, the only information she received – one that she did not like – was that he was currently going steady with another. She had to clarify with him. It just can't be true!

To Yamato's dismay, the girl named Sora Takenouchi had left without a word; along with the bunch of people she called friends. Yamato's band mates had stayed behind though, to Aiko's disappointment. However, with just the three of them, she supposed that they would not cause too much trouble.

'Mrs. Ishida,' she murmured to herself, turning around to head back into her room from the balcony. 'Aiko Ishida.'

Tapping her chin, the blonde let out a giggle as she twirled around the room. Landing on her bed with a sigh, she stared at the ceiling with a silly smile on her face. She was back with Yamato now, and nothing would ever pull her away from him.

After all, she was Yamato Ishida's girlfriend.

For the hundredth time, the blond rockstar dialed the familiar number and pressed the phone to his ear. The same dull ringing echoed from the earpiece as he paced his room, muttering words that did not make any sense, even to him. As the beep for the voicemail sounded, he sighed and hung up. He had left at least twenty messages already! Yet, Sora had not picked up, not even once.

'Sora,' Yamato groaned and buried his head into his pillow. Clutching it to his chest, he suppressed the urge to scream. It has got to be his unluckiest day ever! No, scratch that. Yesterday must have been the day. Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Yamato dialed the number yet again, rocking back and forth on his bed as he pleaded for the redhead to pick up.

When the beep sounded from the earpiece again, the rockstar could not help but yell into the mouthpiece.

'Pick up the phone!'

In his frustration, the cerulean eyed teenager flung the phone to the carpeted floor. Clutching his head, Yamato nearly sobbed. He was desperate. Having taken so long to finally convince Sora that he loved her, he just had to be so stupid and sit there on the bed like some helpless doofus.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. Yamato barely registered hearing the sound as he buried his head within his arms. The person behind the wooden panel knocked once more, this time with more force. Raising his head, the blond groaned.

'Who is it?'

The person was silent before he replied softly. 'It's me.'

Getting up quickly, Yamato rushed to the door and opened it. 'Teeks?'

Offering his brother a smile, Takeru tilted his head to peek into his brother's room. Eyeing the phone with a raised eyebrow, he turned back to his brother. 'Am I bothering you at a bad time?'

'No,' Yamato shook his head, returning his brother with a smile of his own. 'It's just…I'm uh…trying to…Anyway,' shaking his head, the blond diverted the question. 'You have something to talk to me about?'

'Yeah,' the younger version of Yamato replied. 'But would you mind if I come in first?'

Blushing slightly in embarrassment, the rockstar stepped aside as his brother chuckled. Entering the room, Takeru headed straight for the couch and sat down with a sigh. Scanning his surroundings, a smirk appeared on his face. At least his brother did not wreck his room.

'So what did you want to talk to me about?' Yamato asked as he sat on a couch opposite to his brother's.

Leaning forward to rest his elbows just above his knees, Takeru breathed in as he wondered how he should start. Perhaps showing some concern for his brother first would be good. No matter what, family comes first.

'I just came to see how you've been handling this…' Waving his hand, Takeru thought of a word to describe the predicament his brother was in, 'situation.'

Yamato stared at his brother for a moment before shrugging. 'Okay I guess. I mean, do I look like-'

'Crap?' Takeru interrupted. Surveying his brother up and down, he smirked. 'Yeah, you do.'

With a frown, Yamato narrowed his eyes at his miniature version and snorted. 'That was not what I was going to say.'

Laughing, Takeru silently cheered himself on as he lightened the mood. Flashing the rockstar a sincere smile, he sighed. 'Anyway, don't give up bro. You still have a chance with Sora. Let her understand it was a misunderstanding. Still,' at this point, Takeru turned serious, 'I believe you already know this bro. Even if you have Sora as your girlfriend, that doesn't mean she's yours to keep. You've got to know what you can or cannot do. If you think having a girlfriend is going to put a limit in your life, well, you have to think again.'

'Don't you think I know that?'

'Why didn't you say anything then?'

Stunned, Yamato gave the question a thought. Now that he thought about it, there was not really a problem telling Sora all about Aiko. In fact, it has never been a problem. Shocked? Perhaps, but surely not so much as to completely rid him of speech.

'I didn't expect that confrontation,' he replied. 'She just came through that door so quickly that I didn't know how to react! Think of yourself with a gal in your arms when Hikari opens the door.'

'That,' Takeru stressed with a blank look on his face, 'will never happen.'

'Okay okay, bad example then,' the rockstar rolled his eyes. 'Still, I really didn't expect her of all people to come in so suddenly! And those questions – she wanted me to explain. Wha…what was I to say?'

'Just tell her the truth!'

Takeru could not believe that this was where the conversation was heading. He could hardly believe that this was his brother he was talking to.

'It's natural for Sora to feel insecure bro. It took a lot from her to face her feelings and you throw it back in her face by hugging a girl so intimately. Who wouldn't be hurt man, tell me. Who wouldn't be?'

Seeing that there was no response coming from his brother, Takeru felt doubt arise in him. Licking his lips, Takeru pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Tell me you're not falling for Mihara.'

'No!' The rockstar's exclamation came as fast as a bullet train as he nearly jumped out of his seat.

'Well then fight her back!' Takeru groaned. 'Fight her back and bring her back to you. Don't just sit there with the phone! I know technology rocks but you can do some old fashion style called walking-to-her-house.'

Yamato stared at his brother, wondering if it was really Takeru who was sitting before him. Where did the crybaby go to? Slowly, a smirk appeared on his face and a spark of hope lit in his eyes. With a stretch, he leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms wide across the cushioned back.

'Teeks, you sound like an old man.'

'But-but you can't! I mean, you promised!'

'I'm sorry, but I really can't stay here anymore Aiko. You need to understand that.' A six year old Yamato Ishida looked at his friend with regretful eyes.

'Well, I don't!' She exclaimed, her features betraying her panicked state. 'I don't understand. Why must you leave? You said that we'll be together always didn't you? Why are you leaving England? What's so good about Odaiba?'

'My father decided to move the family and his work there. I have to follow. I know I promised, but I really have to leave.'

'But you can't,' she sniffed. 'You can't leave me here. We're supposed to be together.'

For a while, neither said anything and Aiko's sniffles were the only sound that filled the air. All of a sudden, Yamato sighed.

'Here,' he said. 'I'll make you this promise alright? Until I find someone, who I'm destined to, you'll be the one I'll marry. Okay?'

'That doesn't make sense,' Aiko cried out, hugging her teddy bear close. Yamato was so sure that if that thing was alive, it would have been choking to its death by then. 'I'm the one you would marry, aren't I? Why would you find someone else?'

Yet, Yamato did not explain. He did not give his reasons. The only thing he did was to give her a smile and a pat on the head.

The next day, he was gone.

With a startled gasp, Aiko awoke with a fright. Clutching her shirt over the area where her heart was, she breathed in deeply as she stared at her surroundings with wide eyes. A dream; it's just a dream, she told herself. Sitting up, she took a look at the clock and realised that it was already well into the afternoon. She had missed lunch.

Swinging her legs to the side of her bed, she proceeded to her wardrobe. Opening the double doors, she tapped her chin as she scanned through her selection of clothing. Maybe, just maybe, she could wear something that would impress Yamato. Something that would show him how much she has changed, not only in terms of her age, but her body.

Aiko has always prided herself for having a good figure. With shapely curves at the right places, she was the envy of many girls in her school. All the years spend apart from Yamato had done her good, she had to admit. It was her determination to make sure that she would impress him when she reunites with him that became her drive to become a woman. A beautiful woman. She would have to be smart, and also pretty – beauty and brains.

Making up her mind, she pulled out a tight fitting mini-skirt and a tube top that brought out her figure just nicely. With trembling figures, she hurriedly dressed and gussied herself up.

Yamato…

With him in her thoughts, she rushed out of her room and headed for his. It did not take long before she broke into a sprint, a grin appearing on her face as she took a few turns, occasionally getting lost as she missed the corridors. Finally, she found the right door. Straightening out her skirt, Aiko made sure that her hair was neatly combed before she knocked.

The blond frowned when there was no answer coming from within the room. Knocking once more, she leaned forward and pressed her ear against the wall, listening for any signs of motion. There was none. Her heart began to race as she clasped her hands together tightly, her eyes fixed on the door. He was not there. No, that cannot be, she told herself.

Opening the door, she took a peek inside before stepping in fully. Looking at her surroundings, her worries increased. The bed was neatly made and nothing was out of place. Rushing to Yamato's walk-in wardrobe, she frantically searched his clothes and was shocked to find the set of clothes he wore to sleep in the basket. In fact, upon closer inspection, she found a couple of hangers lying in the basket, ready to be kept by the maid.

It was amusing how Yamato still kept his habits of leaving his clothes and unused hangers in the makeshift basket so as to minimise the amount of chores the maid had to do.

Aiko felt her chest tighten as she took in staggered breaths. Not here, Yamato is not here. Turning around, she ran to his study table, lifting his books.

'There must be something,' she muttered to herself. 'He must have written me a note. Where's the note?'

Finding none, she ran a hand through her hair. Biting on the nail of her thumb, she whimpered. Yamato…no, that was only a dream. You're here. You're still here. Just then, a thought entered her mind.

'The kitchens,' she gasped, a hopeful gleam shining in her eyes. Heading for the door, she stopped short with a small shriek. Placing a palm over the area where her heart is, she gasped.

Aki, Kyo and Jeff had been standing at the door, staring at her silently. With her eyes roaming their attire, she prevented herself from sniffing in distaste. They were staring at her as if they owned the house. They didn't even act like proper gentlemen, unlike Yamato. Aki was too neat; too much like a mummy's boy. Kyo was so kiddy, so childish. And Jeff, he was just like a delinquent.

'I just don't see why Yamato will be friends with you three.' Aiko whispered to herself, frowning at the group that stood before her. In fact, it was hardly a whisper as they heard her loud and clear. Displeasure was evident on their faces as they crossed their arms, returning her frown with one of their own.

'Excuse me?' Jeff sneered.

When there was no reply, Aki spoke up. 'What are you doing in Ishida's room?'

'Ishida?' Aiko laughed in mockery. 'You call Yamato by his surname and you claim to be his friend?'

Aki clenched his fist and took a step forward. Glaring daggers at the newcomer to the household, he held back his temper. 'How I choose to call him is my own decision. That is none of your business. Mind if I remind you that you've only recently popped back in Ishida's life? Like yesterday?'

Aiko was deeply insulted, he could see that. Yet, Aki felt no guilt as he stared at the girl. She certainly did not give him a good first impression and he hardly believed that she would give him a good second one either. A spoiled brat, that's what she was.

Sensing the tension in the room, Kyo placed a hand on Aki's shoulder to grab his attention. When the brunette turned around, Kyo directed to the door by tilting his head towards its direction. 'Who cares about her? Forget it, let's go.'

As the three turned to leave, Jeff directing her a last glare, Aiko shifted suddenly.

'Where's Yamato?'

They halted in their steps, keeping quiet as they shared similar thoughts in their head. After plainly treating them with disrespect, she was actually demanding them to tell her where Yamato's whereabouts were?

'You've got to be kidding me,' Jeff snorted. He spun around, marching straight to the blonde and pointed his index finger in her face. She was nervous because she was rigid, tensed up as she fixed her sights on him, afraid that he would do something to her. 'You've done a pretty good job messing things up. Don't even think for a second that we'll actually help you.'

As he turned to leave once more, Jeff added a final comment. 'Oh, and you know what? If you weren't a girl, you would've been thrown out of the window by now. You can bet on that.'

A slam sounded as the phone crashed harshly with its receiver. A deep sigh escaped the lips of a middle aged man as he leaned back on his office chair. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he tried to forget the disturbing call he had just received. We need a week before your goods can be delivered Mr. Ishida. A week! His stocks would be affected! His reputation! Hiroaki Ishida never failed in his business deals and he was not going to let one stinking ship slow down his plans.

Just as he was about to phone his secretary, a loud pounding came from the other side of the door to his room. Suppressing the urge to growl at the person who stood beyond the mahogany door, Hiroaki clenched his fist.

'Come in.'

To his surprise, it was Aiko. She appeared frantic and upset as she stood before his table, tears at the brim of her eyes. 'Uncle Hiroaki,' she wept.

'Dear girl, what happened?' He sighed as he directed her to sit on the chair. 'Come now, stop crying and tell me what's wrong.'

'Yamato…' she hiccupped as she wiped away her tears. 'He's not here. And his friends, they insulted me.'

'His friends? I thought they had left?'

'His band mates. Aki, Kyo and Jepherson, or was it Jeffrey? Oh I don't know! They were so mean to me! They practically kicked me out of Yamato's room and…and-'

'That boy must've have gone out again. Don't worry dear; he'll be back for dinner. I'll order the butler to get Yamato back home by six alright?' Hiroaki attempted a smile to comfort her before muttering something about 'constant change in butlers around the house'.

Aiko nodded but she continued to weep, more tears streaming down her face, ruining her makeup. With a sigh, Hiroaki reached for some tissue and handed them to her, waiting for her to cease her sobbing.

'What do you want me to do?' He asked.

'I want to be with Yamato!' She replied instantly, as if she was waiting for him to ask the question.

Hiroaki pursed his lips as he sat in thought, a frown set in his features. Aiko Mihara, she was the daughter of one of his business partners. Daichi Mihara, her father, had been working with him for years and they go way back to the times before their children were born. If it wasn't for that long partner relationship, Hiroaki would not even have bothered to carry the burden of such a troublesome girl.

Apparently, she had a medical case – a mild case of depression after her mother's death. Aiko had been very close to her mother, just like a chick attached to its mother hen. It had come as a traumatic experience when Aiko's mother died to protect her from a car crash. The girl had ceased to talk or even to meet other people. She would cry in her room for days, refusing to eat until her tiny body gave way. They had to send her to the hospital and feed her with a tube.

Even after she had left the hospital, Daichi was at a loss. It was a lucky encounter between Yamato and Aiko that triggered her senses. It happened on the day when Hiroaki had brought Yamato along during one of his business meetings at Daichi's household. The ever curious blond had wandered around the house before stumbling across the young mistress' room. His blond hair was the thing that captured Aiko's attention. Blond hair – just like her mother, just like the blond hair she had from her mother's genes, though not as bright as she had also attained her father's genes.

Ever since then, Aiko had been attached to the young Ishida. Her hopes had been fixed on him; she was to be with him. He had replaced her mother in her heart. It did not matter. There was some one to hold on to and that was all she wanted. Yamato would be staying by her side from then on, unlike mama.

Hiroaki had not been pleased to say the least. I should never have brought Yamato along. That was his thought. However, he had to maintain the business deal, and to achieve that, he would have to make Daichi happy. The girl was a burden.

End of Chapter 13

A/N: Hello! Merry Christmas everybody! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I took a lot of time to think of the best way to show you another side of Aiko and I believe that I'm actually quite clear in showing you that. If you read between the lines, I'm sure you would be able to see what kind of person Aiko is. If you can't, well, you would have to read further as I upload more chapters. Haha so enjoy your holiday people! Sadly, there's no snow in Singapore otherwise I would be out playing with it.

P.S – As a Christmas special, I'll give you a slight preview of what to expect next chapter. At first, I intended to make this chapter longer but I just want to keep you in suspense! I'm evil…I know.

'I'd say you'd better forget about him.'

'I can't.'

'Why? You saw him with another girl. Who knows if he's been out with others all the while?'

'I just can't!'

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'Stop getting in between our-'

'It's over.'

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'Sora, open the door!' Yamato yelled through the barrier. 'Please Sora, open up!'

'Go away!'

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'Did you really think that if he came over you would have enough strength to push him away?'

'Don't underestimate me! I know what I can do.'

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'What are you doing here?'

'I believe I'm getting a sense of déjà vu.'

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With a yelp, Sora's back collided firmly with the wall. She watched with wide eyes as he leaned forward suddenly. At the last moment, she turned her head swiftly and awaited the unprepared contact with his lips. But there was none.

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'I'm taking matters into my own hands.' Taichi glared with venom. 'And you're out.'

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So there you have it! Interesting, is it not? Well, look forward to it and I'm trying to upload Chapter 14 A.S.A.P! Review!

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