Wow, it's been two whole weeks since I've updated this? Yeah, this needed another chapter here tonight.
It's been a while since we've had some Sora love, eh?
Disclaimer: Bleh.
As he walked out onto the balcony of their apartment, as he met with the Japan wind that was just as cold as he expected it would be, Yamato zipped up his jacket and walked over to stand at Sora's side. He had made sure to close the sliding glass door that led back inside because otherwise Jun would probably hound him about letting in the cold once he headed back inside, but it was a thought that he pushed away for the moment as he began to look up at the sky that Sora seemed so intent to stare at. She wasn't wearing a jacket, her breath created little clouds of vapor when it connected with the cold air that always found a home in Japan around midnight, but surprisingly enough to Yamato, the young woman hadn't even shivered as far as he could tell. She only stood there quietly, like he himself had so many different times in so many different parts of Japan, and the only thing that moved of hers were her eyes as they darted to different parts of the sky, perhaps as if she was maybe looking for stars.
She hadn't said much at all ever since he and Taichi had told her and Jun that Doyama didn't feel like home anymore, and Yamato wasn't quite able to gauge how Sora was feeling. He doubted she was angry, the young woman had always been someone who liked to look on the sunnier side of things, but there was a part of him that was telling Yamato that maybe Sora was feeling disappointed, or possibly even hurt, instead. As he stared on at the nearly empty sky, he considered maybe dropping the tact he usually tried to carry so that he could simply ask Sora what was wrong, but as he watched the sky that was mostly void with the exception of a blinking satellite that was trudging along obliviously, he toyed around with the thought that maybe nothing was even wrong with the world, or more importantly, with Sora.
"It's cold out tonight," he said to no one in particular, it sounding more like a disinterested musing than anything else.
Things were silent for a minute or so, with the exception of the wind that howled like a mighty beast in the Japanese night, before Sora finally agreed with him, not sounding disinterested exactly, but instead sounding as if the frigid night was simply the way that the world was supposed to be. "It is cold," she admitted, though none of her body language showed that she even felt it in the slightest.
Sora usually wasn't as quiet as she was being at the moment, though by no means was she ever as rambunctious or wild as either Taichi or Jun could be. Because of the way that she held herself, Sora had always been a difficult person to read, especially when it came to trying to figure out what exactly the young woman wanted from the world, but it didn't mean that Yamato couldn't try. He looked at Sora out of the corner of his eye and sighed, considering that he had never exactly been good when it came to trying to deal with people or their emotions.
The people around him were much more useful when it came to that regard, like young Hikari who had found herself a place in the hearts of nearly everyone she had ever met due to the way that she lived her life with a sincerely sweet attitude that she showed to all of those around her. She, and even Daisuke had it easier when it came to trying to relate to people, because even though there were a number of people that viewed him as a delinquent, and even though there were times that Daisuke proved their points, the young teenager had gained the respect of the people he knew over the years with the way that no matter what, no matter the consequences, that he always ended up doing the right thing when the moment came that it mattered the most. His own baby brother was even more well-adjusted in that manner than he was, young Takeru obliviously charming the hearts of so many people with his carefree smile and the good soul that he had.
It was something that troubled Yamato at times, it was the reason that beyond Taichi and Jun he had never really made any real friends as a boy or as a teenager, but as he continued to subtly watch Sora, he knew that he had to try something anyways. He wouldn't have thought it when they had first met, but Sora was someone who was worth going out on a limb for.
"If something's wrong," Yamato dropped all pretense of tact as he turned away from looking outwards on the balcony and began to fully face Sora, "we're here for you."
Sora laughed a single time and shook her head as she looked away from the sky, having always been amused by the antics of the people that had randomly stepped into her life one moment, and from then on had each went on to give it much more meaning. "Nothing is wrong, Yamato. If I have to be honest, things are kind of perfect right now."
He arched an eyebrow at her, the way she had been looking at the sky not seeming like the way that a person with a perfect life would look at it. "If there is something wrong, you can tell us, tell me. Family looks out for one another, you know?"
Sora smiled at the way that Yamato had called her part of his family because coming from him that was something that meant a lot, considering the fact that Yamato had a very different definition of the word than most other people had. Instead of immediately answering him though, she turned to look at the sky once more. Her grin only grew from there. "I'm pregnant."
This was actually a total surprise to me as well. When writing I was like, "What the crap am I going to do? Where the hell am I going with it?" Before my fingers kind of typed that last part by themselves, and I was like, "Damn, I guess that's pretty righteous."
