D/C: I don't own Digimon. There. I said it.
A/N: Here's a little story I came up with while I was lying in bed, much like Sora will be, except it was my cat behind me.
I Promise
THURSDAY 11:00 PM
It was late, but something woke Sora up. It was late, but she stayed awake and read her book for an hour. At midnight, she put away her book, turned off the light, and pulled her blankets up to her chin, falling promptly asleep.
FRIDAY 10:35 AM
The next morning was bright, and sun filtered through the blinds on the windows of Sora's room. She was awakened by the sound of the birds outside, and then the morning traffic. Sora opened her eyes and stared at her door. Something wasn't right. Sora could have sworn she'd closed the door when she went to bed, and now it was halfway open. Through the open door, she could see someone else's shoes were at the front door. A pair of blue and white Adidas. 'Who wears shoes like that?' she thought. 'Tai? Huh?'
Sora felt something shift behind her. She rolled over onto her back, and nearly had a heart attack. Lying on her bed was Tai. 'What on earth is he doing here?' she wondered. He was fully clothed and lay on top of the blankets, so Sora was sure they hadn't done anything stupid. But what was he doing here in the first place?
Sora lay in bed for a few moments, just watching Tai's chest move up and down as he breathed in and out. Soon, she got bored and quietly slipped out of bed, then tiptoed into the kitchen so as not to wake Tai. On the kitchen table was some schoolwork, done in Tai's handwriting, and next to the sink were two glasses with a little bit of something that smelled like orange juice left in them. Suddenly hungry, Sora opened the fridge and got an apple.
Pulling a soft blue housecoat over her tank top and flannel pyjama pants, Sora wandered onto the balcony. She leaned on the railing and stared out over the city. Her watch read 10:36 AM. Several thoughts went through her head, and she took a few minutes to digest them and the apple. A soft breeze blew Sora's hair in her face, but she ignored it. Something felt weird.
Sora didn't jump when a hand slowly pulled her hair out of her face. She knew it was Tai. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Good morning," he murmured.
"Hey," she replied.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"Pretty good," she answered. "Can I ask you something Tai?"
"Yeah, anything," he said, gently kissing her neck.
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't remember?"
"I just remember waking up around eleven, then going back to sleep around midnight, and waking up with you next to me," Sora confessed.
"Do you remember what happened before going to bed?"
"Not really. What was last night?"
"The school dance was last night," Tai said. "We went together, remember?"
"I remember going, I remember being there, but I don't remember going home..." Sora trailed off.
"Come inside, I'll tell you everything," Tai offered. He led Sora into the Takenouchi's living room and they sat on the couch. "Some pretty weird stuff happened last night Sora. I picked you up for the dance, and then we got there around six thirty. Everything was going pretty good, until around eight. Then you started acting a bit off..."
~*Flashback to Thursday 8:42 PM*~
Sora fell over, and Tai caught her. "Woah, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Sora said. "I'm fine, fine. Just tired." Sora was swaying and starting to talk a bit funny. Tai knew she wasn't drunk; there was no alcohol at this party. But something wasn't right.
"Come sit down Sora, I think something's wrong," Tai suggested.
"Noothing is wrong, Taai," Sora protested, before promptly passing out into Tai's arms.
"Aww, shit," Tai muttered. He scooped Sora up into his arms and carried her out of the school to his car. He buckled her into the front seat and drove her home.
Halfway there, Sora woke up. "Huh? Tai, wherre are we goinng?"
"I'm taking you home Sora," Tai explained. "You're not well."
"I'm fine," she said stubbornly.
"No, you're not," Tai told her.
"Well, here's my house key," Sora muttered, taking a keychain out of her pocket and putting it on the dashboard, before passing out again.
Later, when Tai had gotten Sora safely home, he laid Sora on her bed and let her sleep. Tai waited around until she woke up. He spent the time while she slept thinking.
'What on earth happened to Sora back there?' he wondered. 'It was like she was drunk or stoned or... stoned! Maybe someone put something in her drink. Shit... aww, man, I hope she's okay..."
Sora woke up thirsty half an hour later. Tai got both of them some juice and they talked for a little while, but Sora fell asleep again. Tai put the glasses next to the sink and against the counter, silent. He couldn't stand it anymore. It was late, and he figured he should go home. He scrawled a note to Sora and left it on the kitchen table, then went to check on Sora. He stood in the doorway and watched her sleep. Before leaving, he kissed Sora's cheek. Tai closed the door to the apartment as silently as possible.
10:00 PM
"Hey Tai, you're home late," Kari commented as her brother came in the door.
"I had to stay with Sora for a while," Tai explained, going into his room.
"Did you have fun?" Kari asked.
"For a while, yes," he answered. Tai grabbed a backpack and began throwing things into it.
"What happened?"
"She was feeling a little sick, so I brought her home early."
Kari made a funny face. "Isn't her mom away for a few weeks?"
"Yeah."
"So who's with her?" Kari demanded. Silence. "If she's sick you should be with her."
"I know. I just have to grab a few things," Tai said, zipping up his backpack, "and I'm outta here."
"How long are you staying over?" asked Kari.
"Just overnight, I hope," Tai replied. "Don't worry Kari, Sora'll be fine." He kissed his sister's forehead and was out the door again.
Tai nearly sped back to the Takenouchi's. He stayed up doing homework until midnight, checking on Sora every now and then. At 12:30 AM, finished all the homework he could stand, Tai crawled up on Sora's bed. He lay next to her, enjoying the simplicity of watching her slumber. Eventually Tai himself fell asleep, who knows when.
FRIDAY 11:00 AM
"...and then this morning," Tai said. "That's all, beginning to end."
"That was confusing," Sora said quietly. She leaned her head against Tai's shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Maybe so, but that's what happened," Tai murmured.
Sora got up, still sleepy. "I'm gonna take a shower," she muttered, stumbling towards the bathroom.
The warm water was inviting and relaxing. Sora stood under the spray and allowed herself to be enveolped by the steam. For some odd reason, unbeknownst to herself, she began to cry. Sora washed her hair, and just after she rinsed out the conditioner, a huge wave of nausea hit her and she nearly fell over. Sora sat in the tub and tried to stop her dizziness, but instead she found herself leaping out of the shower and bringing up everything she'd eaten in the past twelve hours into the toilet.
Shora shut the lid and flushed, then leaned against the bathtub, just thinking. A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.
"Sora? Are you okay?" It was Tai.
"Um, no, hold on a second," she called back. Sora grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself and sat down again before the nausea attacked. "Come in."
Tai cautiously opened the door. "Hey, what happened?" Tai shut off the water and sat next to Sora.
"I threw up," she muttered. "I feel REALLY sick. I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's okay," he told her quietly. Sora started crying again, her face in her hands. "Aww, come here."
"No way, I'm soaked," Sora protested.
"I don't mind." Tai put his arms around Sora and held her wet bedy close. They sat like that for what seemed like an eternity.
"I should get dressed," Sora decided. She stood up on shaky legs and grabbed a bathrobe. She pulled it over her shoulder, went into her bedroom and shut the door.
Tai went to the living room. 'Sora was right, she was soaked,' he thought. Now he was wet too, so he got another shirt out of his backpack, changed, and went out onto the balcony.
Sora dressed slowly. She still felt a bti woozy and didn't want to throw up again. She pulled a blue t-shirt over her head and took her hair out from behind her neck. Sora wrapped her hair up in the towel like a turban, then put on a pair of old jeans. Grabbing her hairbrush, Sora found Tai outside.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"A little," she whispered. "Come inside." Sora went back in and sat on her couch, taking her hair down to brush it.
"Hey, let me do that," Tai offered. He took the brush from her and ran it gently through Sora's shoulder length blonde hair. "You just relax today. You're not doing anything you don't have to until you're feeling better."
Sora closed her eyes and smiled. 'Tai's good at brushing hair,' she thought. 'Then again, he should be, with all the hair he's got.' "What do you think is wrong with me again?"
"I think someone might have put something in your drink," Tai said. "A drug of some sort."
"Hmm... That would explain how shitty I feel right now," said Sora.
Tai placed the brush on the coffee table and hugged Sora from behind. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he assured her.
Sora whispered, "Thank you."
"Hey, it's no problem," Tai said. "It's what I'm supposed to do."
"I don't know of a lot of people's boyfriends who would do this," Sora admitted.
"I like to think I'm more than just your boyfriend, Sora," he told her, facing her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I hope you agree that I'm your best friend Sora. No matter what, I promise."
SATURDAY 6:45 PM
That evening found the two on the couch, Sora snuggled in Tai's arms, fast asleep. Tai stroked her hair and stared out the window at the sunset filled the sky with brilliant oranges, reds and purples. Everything about this moment felt right, and there wasn't anything that could spoil this moment except Sora getting sick again.
Which she did.
Without warning, Sora leapt from the couch and sprinted to the bathroom. Tai followed slowly. He shuddered at the sound of Sora vomiting; he'd never liked that noise and doubted he'd ever minutely get used to it. Tai got there just when she'd finished. Sora hadn't been able to keep anything down the whole day. She'd tried to eat a little, since she was starving, but it all came racing back up her esophogus and to its doom in the porcelain throne.
"This sucks," Sora muttered.
"I know," Tai agreed. "I think you should see a doctor or something."
"No way," Sora protested. "I just wanna stay at home."
"But, Sora, what if this won't wear off just on its own, you know?" Tai suggested. "Maybe there's something you can do to feel better sooner."
"I don't want to go," Sora said stubbornly.
"If you throw up one more time," Tai warned, "I'm taking you to the doctor, whether or not I have to drag you kicking and screaming."
"All right," Sora agreed. "I'm going to bed." She wandered to her room, changed into her pyjamas and climbed under the covers.
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To Be Continued... Very soon... I hope.
A/N: Here's a little story I came up with while I was lying in bed, much like Sora will be, except it was my cat behind me.
I Promise
THURSDAY 11:00 PM
It was late, but something woke Sora up. It was late, but she stayed awake and read her book for an hour. At midnight, she put away her book, turned off the light, and pulled her blankets up to her chin, falling promptly asleep.
FRIDAY 10:35 AM
The next morning was bright, and sun filtered through the blinds on the windows of Sora's room. She was awakened by the sound of the birds outside, and then the morning traffic. Sora opened her eyes and stared at her door. Something wasn't right. Sora could have sworn she'd closed the door when she went to bed, and now it was halfway open. Through the open door, she could see someone else's shoes were at the front door. A pair of blue and white Adidas. 'Who wears shoes like that?' she thought. 'Tai? Huh?'
Sora felt something shift behind her. She rolled over onto her back, and nearly had a heart attack. Lying on her bed was Tai. 'What on earth is he doing here?' she wondered. He was fully clothed and lay on top of the blankets, so Sora was sure they hadn't done anything stupid. But what was he doing here in the first place?
Sora lay in bed for a few moments, just watching Tai's chest move up and down as he breathed in and out. Soon, she got bored and quietly slipped out of bed, then tiptoed into the kitchen so as not to wake Tai. On the kitchen table was some schoolwork, done in Tai's handwriting, and next to the sink were two glasses with a little bit of something that smelled like orange juice left in them. Suddenly hungry, Sora opened the fridge and got an apple.
Pulling a soft blue housecoat over her tank top and flannel pyjama pants, Sora wandered onto the balcony. She leaned on the railing and stared out over the city. Her watch read 10:36 AM. Several thoughts went through her head, and she took a few minutes to digest them and the apple. A soft breeze blew Sora's hair in her face, but she ignored it. Something felt weird.
Sora didn't jump when a hand slowly pulled her hair out of her face. She knew it was Tai. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Good morning," he murmured.
"Hey," she replied.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"Pretty good," she answered. "Can I ask you something Tai?"
"Yeah, anything," he said, gently kissing her neck.
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't remember?"
"I just remember waking up around eleven, then going back to sleep around midnight, and waking up with you next to me," Sora confessed.
"Do you remember what happened before going to bed?"
"Not really. What was last night?"
"The school dance was last night," Tai said. "We went together, remember?"
"I remember going, I remember being there, but I don't remember going home..." Sora trailed off.
"Come inside, I'll tell you everything," Tai offered. He led Sora into the Takenouchi's living room and they sat on the couch. "Some pretty weird stuff happened last night Sora. I picked you up for the dance, and then we got there around six thirty. Everything was going pretty good, until around eight. Then you started acting a bit off..."
~*Flashback to Thursday 8:42 PM*~
Sora fell over, and Tai caught her. "Woah, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Sora said. "I'm fine, fine. Just tired." Sora was swaying and starting to talk a bit funny. Tai knew she wasn't drunk; there was no alcohol at this party. But something wasn't right.
"Come sit down Sora, I think something's wrong," Tai suggested.
"Noothing is wrong, Taai," Sora protested, before promptly passing out into Tai's arms.
"Aww, shit," Tai muttered. He scooped Sora up into his arms and carried her out of the school to his car. He buckled her into the front seat and drove her home.
Halfway there, Sora woke up. "Huh? Tai, wherre are we goinng?"
"I'm taking you home Sora," Tai explained. "You're not well."
"I'm fine," she said stubbornly.
"No, you're not," Tai told her.
"Well, here's my house key," Sora muttered, taking a keychain out of her pocket and putting it on the dashboard, before passing out again.
Later, when Tai had gotten Sora safely home, he laid Sora on her bed and let her sleep. Tai waited around until she woke up. He spent the time while she slept thinking.
'What on earth happened to Sora back there?' he wondered. 'It was like she was drunk or stoned or... stoned! Maybe someone put something in her drink. Shit... aww, man, I hope she's okay..."
Sora woke up thirsty half an hour later. Tai got both of them some juice and they talked for a little while, but Sora fell asleep again. Tai put the glasses next to the sink and against the counter, silent. He couldn't stand it anymore. It was late, and he figured he should go home. He scrawled a note to Sora and left it on the kitchen table, then went to check on Sora. He stood in the doorway and watched her sleep. Before leaving, he kissed Sora's cheek. Tai closed the door to the apartment as silently as possible.
10:00 PM
"Hey Tai, you're home late," Kari commented as her brother came in the door.
"I had to stay with Sora for a while," Tai explained, going into his room.
"Did you have fun?" Kari asked.
"For a while, yes," he answered. Tai grabbed a backpack and began throwing things into it.
"What happened?"
"She was feeling a little sick, so I brought her home early."
Kari made a funny face. "Isn't her mom away for a few weeks?"
"Yeah."
"So who's with her?" Kari demanded. Silence. "If she's sick you should be with her."
"I know. I just have to grab a few things," Tai said, zipping up his backpack, "and I'm outta here."
"How long are you staying over?" asked Kari.
"Just overnight, I hope," Tai replied. "Don't worry Kari, Sora'll be fine." He kissed his sister's forehead and was out the door again.
Tai nearly sped back to the Takenouchi's. He stayed up doing homework until midnight, checking on Sora every now and then. At 12:30 AM, finished all the homework he could stand, Tai crawled up on Sora's bed. He lay next to her, enjoying the simplicity of watching her slumber. Eventually Tai himself fell asleep, who knows when.
FRIDAY 11:00 AM
"...and then this morning," Tai said. "That's all, beginning to end."
"That was confusing," Sora said quietly. She leaned her head against Tai's shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Maybe so, but that's what happened," Tai murmured.
Sora got up, still sleepy. "I'm gonna take a shower," she muttered, stumbling towards the bathroom.
The warm water was inviting and relaxing. Sora stood under the spray and allowed herself to be enveolped by the steam. For some odd reason, unbeknownst to herself, she began to cry. Sora washed her hair, and just after she rinsed out the conditioner, a huge wave of nausea hit her and she nearly fell over. Sora sat in the tub and tried to stop her dizziness, but instead she found herself leaping out of the shower and bringing up everything she'd eaten in the past twelve hours into the toilet.
Shora shut the lid and flushed, then leaned against the bathtub, just thinking. A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.
"Sora? Are you okay?" It was Tai.
"Um, no, hold on a second," she called back. Sora grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself and sat down again before the nausea attacked. "Come in."
Tai cautiously opened the door. "Hey, what happened?" Tai shut off the water and sat next to Sora.
"I threw up," she muttered. "I feel REALLY sick. I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's okay," he told her quietly. Sora started crying again, her face in her hands. "Aww, come here."
"No way, I'm soaked," Sora protested.
"I don't mind." Tai put his arms around Sora and held her wet bedy close. They sat like that for what seemed like an eternity.
"I should get dressed," Sora decided. She stood up on shaky legs and grabbed a bathrobe. She pulled it over her shoulder, went into her bedroom and shut the door.
Tai went to the living room. 'Sora was right, she was soaked,' he thought. Now he was wet too, so he got another shirt out of his backpack, changed, and went out onto the balcony.
Sora dressed slowly. She still felt a bti woozy and didn't want to throw up again. She pulled a blue t-shirt over her head and took her hair out from behind her neck. Sora wrapped her hair up in the towel like a turban, then put on a pair of old jeans. Grabbing her hairbrush, Sora found Tai outside.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"A little," she whispered. "Come inside." Sora went back in and sat on her couch, taking her hair down to brush it.
"Hey, let me do that," Tai offered. He took the brush from her and ran it gently through Sora's shoulder length blonde hair. "You just relax today. You're not doing anything you don't have to until you're feeling better."
Sora closed her eyes and smiled. 'Tai's good at brushing hair,' she thought. 'Then again, he should be, with all the hair he's got.' "What do you think is wrong with me again?"
"I think someone might have put something in your drink," Tai said. "A drug of some sort."
"Hmm... That would explain how shitty I feel right now," said Sora.
Tai placed the brush on the coffee table and hugged Sora from behind. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he assured her.
Sora whispered, "Thank you."
"Hey, it's no problem," Tai said. "It's what I'm supposed to do."
"I don't know of a lot of people's boyfriends who would do this," Sora admitted.
"I like to think I'm more than just your boyfriend, Sora," he told her, facing her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I hope you agree that I'm your best friend Sora. No matter what, I promise."
SATURDAY 6:45 PM
That evening found the two on the couch, Sora snuggled in Tai's arms, fast asleep. Tai stroked her hair and stared out the window at the sunset filled the sky with brilliant oranges, reds and purples. Everything about this moment felt right, and there wasn't anything that could spoil this moment except Sora getting sick again.
Which she did.
Without warning, Sora leapt from the couch and sprinted to the bathroom. Tai followed slowly. He shuddered at the sound of Sora vomiting; he'd never liked that noise and doubted he'd ever minutely get used to it. Tai got there just when she'd finished. Sora hadn't been able to keep anything down the whole day. She'd tried to eat a little, since she was starving, but it all came racing back up her esophogus and to its doom in the porcelain throne.
"This sucks," Sora muttered.
"I know," Tai agreed. "I think you should see a doctor or something."
"No way," Sora protested. "I just wanna stay at home."
"But, Sora, what if this won't wear off just on its own, you know?" Tai suggested. "Maybe there's something you can do to feel better sooner."
"I don't want to go," Sora said stubbornly.
"If you throw up one more time," Tai warned, "I'm taking you to the doctor, whether or not I have to drag you kicking and screaming."
"All right," Sora agreed. "I'm going to bed." She wandered to her room, changed into her pyjamas and climbed under the covers.
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To Be Continued... Very soon... I hope.