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OK, before disclaimers and everything, I just wanna say that the nicest thing happened... I was on the net (at a Sora site...), and I wanted to check my
mail and see if anyone said anything about the fic. I had gotten two responses. So far, all has been positive feedback, but this one blew me away. Thanks
to cali-chan for such a nice review; she put stuff in her commentary that just... made me flip... I went hysterical; I began to cackle... and I still am. OK, on
with the story. THANKS EVERYONE!
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah; I know they're not mine... nothing is... anymore... DON'T SUE... Homey don't play that...
Oh yeah... since I like to listen to music a lot, some of the chapters might be coming out as titles to songs... Sometimes, I might have a songfic in
there...needless to say; I don't own these songs... well, just... yeah, just keep reading...
Chapter 3: Everything You Want
~What am I gonna do...?~ Sora stood there, Yamato's arms around her. ~What can I do... to show Jun that she can't have him anymore...? I could ... kiss
him... but what's he gonna do if I do that? What else could I do...?~ By now, the rest of the group had assembled into a crowd, concerned for their two
friends. ~I guess I don't have any other choice right now... Why do I feel so nervous? Is it because everyone's gathered around us? Maybe it is...~ Sora
took a deep breath and looked at Yamato. She looked a bit unsure of herself, confusion crossing her eyes. ~It's now or never...~
Yamato was surprised. Not only had she kissed him for the first time, but out in public, too. She stood on her tiptoes, bringing herself closer to him. His
arms came around her back, hers hugging his neck. They stood there, the slow song still playing in the background. Everything around them seemed to
stop; nobody moved an inch, standing there, gaping at the sight. ~How long am I going to kiss him for? I don't care... he's kissed me for longer, right?
Maybe I should stop soon...~ Their lips moved against each other in motions that could only be described as breathless. It seemed as though they really
were falling for each other, or they had fallen for each other, and were proving it to the world with one kiss. Hearts pounding, pressure building, they
pulled away from each other and breathed...
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~OOHHH! It makes me so angry to see them like that!!!!! I can't believe she'd do that... that... oh, she's gonna pay...~
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They heard the footsteps of Jun Motomiya & Co. stomping out of the club, and hearing the door slam shut. The two "lovers" stood in each others'
embrace, watching the older girl leave, then turning to look back at each other. Yamato looked into her eyes, and looked at her lips, ready to kiss her
again. ~Why can't I control myself? Why are her eyes... Why am I being so hypnotized? I don't care; I can't control something so...~
Her fingers stopped him. "You still have a show to do." The small reminder made him wish he were alone with her. His hand slid into hers, and he walked
her to a small booth to sit her down.
"Sora... the phone calls... were you really that scared?" The question came out of nowhere; it seemed like an eternity had passed since she had thought
about them.
"I guess... maybe it was just the awkwardness of them. Maybe... maybe someone's serious, like they know something about us or something..." He
shushed her with his hand.
"I'll walk you home tonight, and I'll stay with you for as long as you like." ~He's starting to... lean more towards boyfriend than friend. I wonder what's
up...~
"OK." She looked around the room; everyone had returned to their business. She spotted his band mates; they were waving him over so they could
continue. "It looks like you're being paged."
"It seems so. I'll be done in about half an hour. Wait for me?"
"Get going!" She shoved him towards the stage as she returned to where the others were sitting. ~God... if we keep this up, I'll really begin to believe
that we're boyfriend and girlfriend. What am I talking about? I already do... Let's just leave it alone for a while now. At least Jun's gone...~ Sora laughed
inwardly at the thought of Jun's face as she stormed out of the forum.
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Sora waited outside for him; the streets had been washed over with a light rain that must have taken place during the show. She leaned against the brick
with a jacket on, chills working their way around her bare legs. Her fingers had already been engulfed in a breath of cold air, her toes also dropping
temperature. ~I hope he comes out soon; I'm getting cold.~ She had convinced everyone earlier that she would be OK waiting for him on her own, and
that they should go on home. She heard the door close to the coffee house, and looked over to see Yamato walking towards her. He joined her, and she
began to walk with him. He reached for her hand, feeling the ice-cold appendages in his. "How long have you been out here?"
"A little while. I know my hands are cold."
"It's ok; I'll fix it." He took her hand in his and began to rub it between the two, hoping the friction would warm her hand up. After he felt like he was
done, he did the same with the other hand. "Better?"
"Somewhat. Thanks..." Their hands found each other again, his holding onto hers a little tighter this time. They walked in silence for a time, all the while
thinking. ~I can't believe... why would someone want me dead for only going out... not even going out... just saying that I was going out with Yamato...I
didn't even say it; he did! I hope this is all a joke...~
~She's so quiet... maybe she really is starting to freak out about all these calls she's been getting... Ma, ne... I'll stay with her until I can finally talk to this
... person...~ A cold breeze whipped by, causing Sora to shiver. He released her hand and brought his arm around her, she bringing her arms around him.
They walked like that all the way to her apartment, until they reached the elevator. They got in and separated, for fear that her mother might see the two
of them together.
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He watched her from his window across the courtyard. ~Ne, Sora... what's wrong? Why can't we talk? Just cause he's your boyfriend doesn't mean you
can't talk to your best friend about anything... Oh well, at least you're talking to someone about it. Feel better, imouto...~
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They stepped into her apartment, taking their shoes off in the process. She took their jackets and hung them in the closet, scampering into the warm
apartment after she did. "Mama ni doko ni aru...?"
"She didn't tell you she was going anywhere?"
"No... she didn't say anything today-... oh, yeah! She said she was going on some flower-arranging seminar in Nara... I think she said she wouldn't be
back until Monday." Sora recalled that about a month ago, her mother told her she would be going to a workshop in the city where the deer run free. She
heard that they would have a flower-arranging class, and wanted to attend.
"Getsuyobi... That's too long to leave her daughter unattended..."
"Save it. I'm gonna get changed." She exited the living room for her room, picking out a pair of blue fatigue pants and a blue and white striped shirt. She
changed quickly, exiting and heading for the kitchen. "Want any tea?"
"Sure, I'll take some." She began to boil the water, and put the tea leaves into the small pot sitting on the counter. She heard the phone ring. Not
thinking, she picked it up like she would have any other time.
"Hello?" Yamato was startled when he practically heard her slam the phone down into its base. He looked over to her; she was all but smashing the
phone, trying to destroy it in hopes that the caller would stop.
"Whoa, whoa, Sora, calm down!" He rushed to her, attempting to pry the phone from her. She was so frustrated, nearly pulling the phone cord out of the
jack. ~Stupid phone! Stop ringing! Leave me alone you flaming psycho! God, I don't want this right now!!!~
Yamato fought with for the phone, eventually bringing them both down to their knees on the floor. She lost her grip, and the phone went flying behind
him, into the dining area. She sighed in defeat, falling over to sit on the floor. Her knees in front of her, she brought her elbows up to rest upon them, her
hands coming to her face. She began to cry softly. Yamato, who was still kneeling, slowly placed his hands onto her forearms, bringing her up to a hug.
She stayed there, in his embrace, crying her eyes out softly and quietly. ~Why is this happening? What's going on...?~
"Shhh... daijobu. It's all right." Her tears stained the shoulder of his shirt, her fingers running over his shirt lightly. She sniffled, calming down after a few
minutes. His arm, which had been running over her back, trying to calm her down, slowed, but still continued. She jumped when she heard the boiling
water. Sora pulled away, getting up and entering the kitchen, finishing the tea. She faced the counter the entire time, even after she finished pouring. She
knew he was standing behind her. "Sora..." He put his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm ok... don't worry." Her left hand wiping half of her tears away, she turned around to face him. He slipped his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes to
his. He wiped the rest of her tears away, and she hugged her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his chest, as a few tears slipped down her
face. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Sora calming down from everything. ~God... why did I get so worked up over that one call? And why are we
being like this? All of a sudden, we're being so close... Well, if Mom isn't here, then I'm happy Yamato is...~ She turned around to finish the tea, and
headed towards the living room. She took a sip of the tea before putting it on the table and sitting down on the couch, propping her feet up on the table.
She still looked a little distressed, but she seemed better. It was only a few seconds later that Yamato joined her.
"Sora... you're not OK. What's wrong?"
"I don't know; it's probably the phone calls. It didn't seem to bother me when they first started to happen, but I've probably been thinking about it too
much. It's... that voice. It sounds familiar... but at the same time, it's distorted, so I couldn't place it." He scooted closer to her, bringing her into a friendly
hug.
"It's ok. I'll be here if you need me, and if worst comes to worst, then I'll enlist the help of Taichi." He laughed a little at his own remark.
"Oh, thanks; that's reassuring." She laughed back as she pulled away. She reclined onto the couch. "Wanna watch TV?"
"Sure." She turned on the television, flipping channels and playing couch commando until they finally decided on something. 'The Exorcist' happened to be
on, so they left the remote on the table and the lights on. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around one of his during a few parts, but he didn't seem
to notice. ~Man... I'm sitting here, on a Saturday night, watching a scary movie with a good friend... with the lights on... what more could anyone want?~
They were so engrossed in the movie, that neither of them thought twice about answering the phone when it rang. Sora got up to pick up the receiver
they had repaired and replaced a little earlier.
"Hello?"
"... Hello, Sora," the voice answered.
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~Good, she's freaking out! What a chicken!~
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Yamato rushed to her as he heard her scream. "What do you want with me?!"
"I only want your little... boy toy there..."
"How do you know he's here?" The fact that she was near tears was evident in the way she sounded.
"Because, Sora... I know..." Yamato took the phone from her and listened in. He knew immediately who it was from the next answer. "Now, Sora, let's play
a little game... it's called 'Pull out Sora's insides so I can have her little boyfriend..."
"Jun, will you fricking stop harassing my girlfriend?!"
~Jun...?!~
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~Yamato?! I didn't really expect him to be there!~
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"Listen, you stupid bitch, if you don't stop annoying me, I will get all the dirt on you, and I will spread it around school, got it! Leave me and Yamato alone
you fucking psycho!" She threw the phone across the room, having it slam into the wall and land on the floor. She breathed a little heavily, staring at the
phone. "Oops..."
"It's ok. At least we know who was doing it. And we can always tell people that she really is a weird stalker..."
"Yeah, but stalker of what? Me? You? Or both of us? You know she's not going to take that threat seriously! I mean, I'm not saying I'm gonna be scared if
she calls back, but I just don't want her to keep calling me!" She went over and bent down to where the phone was, picking it up. Amazingly, it was still in
one piece, and working too.
(A/N: ok, yeah, I know it wouldn't normally happen, but it will for the sake of the fic. I would've had to put in that Yamato would buy her a new phone;
totally the opposite of what I wanted done.)
"What time is it?" Sora walked into the kitchen, looking at the timer on the stove.
"It's about 10:30; what time do you have to be home by?"
"11:30. My dad extended it since he knew we have shows and everything."
"Mm." The phone rang again. ~Who is it now?~
"Moshi moshi? Takenouchi desu."
"Yamato? Sora wa doko..?"
"She's here; hang on." He heard Yamato call her from the background.
"Taichi? What are you doing calling so late?"
"I just wanted to know if you were ok. You were really quiet tonight."
"No, I'm ok. Yamato just walked me home and stayed in case that person prank called me again. Guess who it really was?"
"Hm... could it have been... Jun?"
"Give the boy a prize. Hey, are you watching 'The Exorcist?'"
"Sure am. What are you guys doing? Oh, wait, don't tell me; I don't want to know."
"Ok, then. Look, it's really late; you should go to bed."
"Yeah, you too. Tell that Yamato to stop getting in your pants and get some rest." She laughed.
"Yeah, I will... ok. See you tomorrow." She put the phone down, walking into the other room to retrieve the cups of tea. She set them down in the sink in
the kitchen, then went back into the other room to watch TV. Yamato had been in there, channel surfing, and looked up to her when she entered he room.
Stifling a yawn, she sat down next to him.
"We better get you to bed, Sleeping Beauty."
"What difference does it make? Tomorrow's Sunday, and there's nothing to do on Sundays but sleep and homework."
"It does make a difference; you're an athlete, and athletes need a lot of sleep to stay healthy, right?"
"Are you saying that I'm not healthy right now? Are you calling me fat?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. You're a fat ugly cow. Ugh, why did I even think about wanting you as my girlfriend? Why would I want to go out with
someone so ugly as you..."
"Oh, you!" She began to slap him and punch him playfully, eventually climbing into his lap. He got back at her, tickling her in all the places he knew were
vulnerable. Her soft laughter floated in the air, as she struggled to retaliate with a few more playful slugs. He caught her wrists, and as she slowly
stopped laughing, she realized their position. She was straddling his lap, their bodies dangerously close to one another, and their hands almost entwined
with one another. ~We're... I can't believe I'm in this position with him... it's so strange. My hearts pounding... I can feel his breath hitting my face softly.
What's happening to me... why do I always feel like this when he's this close to me?~
~Vanilla... and honeysuckles... that's what she smells like... and we're here... like this. How'd we get into this position? Not that I mind... wait, 'not that I
mind?' What am I talking about... God, when she looks at me like that... I can't help but...~ Slowly, his lips moved closer to hers.
~What's he doing? My heart's going to explode; it's so loud...~ Their lips touched softly, their fingers subconsciously enlacing with one another. They both
closed their eyes, getting lost in the comfort of the other's kiss. She began to kiss him with a little more passion, unable to stop from going further. ~I
can't help but feel like this... His lips are so soft... why does he have to be such a good kisser...~ Their mouths worked against each other, his tongue
working its way into her mouth. She welcomed it, returning the favor. Their hands unclasped; hers coming around his neck, his around her back. ~Don't let
this end...~
Their kiss continued, and deepened as Yamato shifted. He laid her down on the couch, her head resting on a pillow. ~What are you doing? She's your
best friend! Better not let your emotions get ahead of you...~ He broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her. "I think... maybe I should go."
"Ok. I'll walk you-"
"No, I'll be ok." He got off her, leaving her on the couch. "See you later." She stayed there, stretched out, hearing the door shut after him.
~What am I thinking? Why did he do that? Not that I'm objecting to it or anything... I guess we are getting closer... But what brought that on? He couldn't
possibly feel like I'm more than a friend to him? Who am I kidding...~ She got up and went to her room, confused, and slept.
Ok, I know this chapter was kinda shorter than the others, but... please let me know what you think. Yeah, I know; nothing really happened here. Just...
weird confusion and nonsense. Well, I'm off. Please, email with comments. I'm really looking for someone to critique my future chapters (only two or three
people; I'll select a couple); you'll be notified if you're one of those people. Of course, you have to respond to this chapter. J/K. Anyways, R&R, lemme
know what you think...
Owari.. for now
OK, before disclaimers and everything, I just wanna say that the nicest thing happened... I was on the net (at a Sora site...), and I wanted to check my
mail and see if anyone said anything about the fic. I had gotten two responses. So far, all has been positive feedback, but this one blew me away. Thanks
to cali-chan for such a nice review; she put stuff in her commentary that just... made me flip... I went hysterical; I began to cackle... and I still am. OK, on
with the story. THANKS EVERYONE!
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah; I know they're not mine... nothing is... anymore... DON'T SUE... Homey don't play that...
Oh yeah... since I like to listen to music a lot, some of the chapters might be coming out as titles to songs... Sometimes, I might have a songfic in
there...needless to say; I don't own these songs... well, just... yeah, just keep reading...
Chapter 3: Everything You Want
~What am I gonna do...?~ Sora stood there, Yamato's arms around her. ~What can I do... to show Jun that she can't have him anymore...? I could ... kiss
him... but what's he gonna do if I do that? What else could I do...?~ By now, the rest of the group had assembled into a crowd, concerned for their two
friends. ~I guess I don't have any other choice right now... Why do I feel so nervous? Is it because everyone's gathered around us? Maybe it is...~ Sora
took a deep breath and looked at Yamato. She looked a bit unsure of herself, confusion crossing her eyes. ~It's now or never...~
Yamato was surprised. Not only had she kissed him for the first time, but out in public, too. She stood on her tiptoes, bringing herself closer to him. His
arms came around her back, hers hugging his neck. They stood there, the slow song still playing in the background. Everything around them seemed to
stop; nobody moved an inch, standing there, gaping at the sight. ~How long am I going to kiss him for? I don't care... he's kissed me for longer, right?
Maybe I should stop soon...~ Their lips moved against each other in motions that could only be described as breathless. It seemed as though they really
were falling for each other, or they had fallen for each other, and were proving it to the world with one kiss. Hearts pounding, pressure building, they
pulled away from each other and breathed...
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~OOHHH! It makes me so angry to see them like that!!!!! I can't believe she'd do that... that... oh, she's gonna pay...~
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They heard the footsteps of Jun Motomiya & Co. stomping out of the club, and hearing the door slam shut. The two "lovers" stood in each others'
embrace, watching the older girl leave, then turning to look back at each other. Yamato looked into her eyes, and looked at her lips, ready to kiss her
again. ~Why can't I control myself? Why are her eyes... Why am I being so hypnotized? I don't care; I can't control something so...~
Her fingers stopped him. "You still have a show to do." The small reminder made him wish he were alone with her. His hand slid into hers, and he walked
her to a small booth to sit her down.
"Sora... the phone calls... were you really that scared?" The question came out of nowhere; it seemed like an eternity had passed since she had thought
about them.
"I guess... maybe it was just the awkwardness of them. Maybe... maybe someone's serious, like they know something about us or something..." He
shushed her with his hand.
"I'll walk you home tonight, and I'll stay with you for as long as you like." ~He's starting to... lean more towards boyfriend than friend. I wonder what's
up...~
"OK." She looked around the room; everyone had returned to their business. She spotted his band mates; they were waving him over so they could
continue. "It looks like you're being paged."
"It seems so. I'll be done in about half an hour. Wait for me?"
"Get going!" She shoved him towards the stage as she returned to where the others were sitting. ~God... if we keep this up, I'll really begin to believe
that we're boyfriend and girlfriend. What am I talking about? I already do... Let's just leave it alone for a while now. At least Jun's gone...~ Sora laughed
inwardly at the thought of Jun's face as she stormed out of the forum.
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Sora waited outside for him; the streets had been washed over with a light rain that must have taken place during the show. She leaned against the brick
with a jacket on, chills working their way around her bare legs. Her fingers had already been engulfed in a breath of cold air, her toes also dropping
temperature. ~I hope he comes out soon; I'm getting cold.~ She had convinced everyone earlier that she would be OK waiting for him on her own, and
that they should go on home. She heard the door close to the coffee house, and looked over to see Yamato walking towards her. He joined her, and she
began to walk with him. He reached for her hand, feeling the ice-cold appendages in his. "How long have you been out here?"
"A little while. I know my hands are cold."
"It's ok; I'll fix it." He took her hand in his and began to rub it between the two, hoping the friction would warm her hand up. After he felt like he was
done, he did the same with the other hand. "Better?"
"Somewhat. Thanks..." Their hands found each other again, his holding onto hers a little tighter this time. They walked in silence for a time, all the while
thinking. ~I can't believe... why would someone want me dead for only going out... not even going out... just saying that I was going out with Yamato...I
didn't even say it; he did! I hope this is all a joke...~
~She's so quiet... maybe she really is starting to freak out about all these calls she's been getting... Ma, ne... I'll stay with her until I can finally talk to this
... person...~ A cold breeze whipped by, causing Sora to shiver. He released her hand and brought his arm around her, she bringing her arms around him.
They walked like that all the way to her apartment, until they reached the elevator. They got in and separated, for fear that her mother might see the two
of them together.
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He watched her from his window across the courtyard. ~Ne, Sora... what's wrong? Why can't we talk? Just cause he's your boyfriend doesn't mean you
can't talk to your best friend about anything... Oh well, at least you're talking to someone about it. Feel better, imouto...~
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They stepped into her apartment, taking their shoes off in the process. She took their jackets and hung them in the closet, scampering into the warm
apartment after she did. "Mama ni doko ni aru...?"
"She didn't tell you she was going anywhere?"
"No... she didn't say anything today-... oh, yeah! She said she was going on some flower-arranging seminar in Nara... I think she said she wouldn't be
back until Monday." Sora recalled that about a month ago, her mother told her she would be going to a workshop in the city where the deer run free. She
heard that they would have a flower-arranging class, and wanted to attend.
"Getsuyobi... That's too long to leave her daughter unattended..."
"Save it. I'm gonna get changed." She exited the living room for her room, picking out a pair of blue fatigue pants and a blue and white striped shirt. She
changed quickly, exiting and heading for the kitchen. "Want any tea?"
"Sure, I'll take some." She began to boil the water, and put the tea leaves into the small pot sitting on the counter. She heard the phone ring. Not
thinking, she picked it up like she would have any other time.
"Hello?" Yamato was startled when he practically heard her slam the phone down into its base. He looked over to her; she was all but smashing the
phone, trying to destroy it in hopes that the caller would stop.
"Whoa, whoa, Sora, calm down!" He rushed to her, attempting to pry the phone from her. She was so frustrated, nearly pulling the phone cord out of the
jack. ~Stupid phone! Stop ringing! Leave me alone you flaming psycho! God, I don't want this right now!!!~
Yamato fought with for the phone, eventually bringing them both down to their knees on the floor. She lost her grip, and the phone went flying behind
him, into the dining area. She sighed in defeat, falling over to sit on the floor. Her knees in front of her, she brought her elbows up to rest upon them, her
hands coming to her face. She began to cry softly. Yamato, who was still kneeling, slowly placed his hands onto her forearms, bringing her up to a hug.
She stayed there, in his embrace, crying her eyes out softly and quietly. ~Why is this happening? What's going on...?~
"Shhh... daijobu. It's all right." Her tears stained the shoulder of his shirt, her fingers running over his shirt lightly. She sniffled, calming down after a few
minutes. His arm, which had been running over her back, trying to calm her down, slowed, but still continued. She jumped when she heard the boiling
water. Sora pulled away, getting up and entering the kitchen, finishing the tea. She faced the counter the entire time, even after she finished pouring. She
knew he was standing behind her. "Sora..." He put his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm ok... don't worry." Her left hand wiping half of her tears away, she turned around to face him. He slipped his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes to
his. He wiped the rest of her tears away, and she hugged her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his chest, as a few tears slipped down her
face. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Sora calming down from everything. ~God... why did I get so worked up over that one call? And why are we
being like this? All of a sudden, we're being so close... Well, if Mom isn't here, then I'm happy Yamato is...~ She turned around to finish the tea, and
headed towards the living room. She took a sip of the tea before putting it on the table and sitting down on the couch, propping her feet up on the table.
She still looked a little distressed, but she seemed better. It was only a few seconds later that Yamato joined her.
"Sora... you're not OK. What's wrong?"
"I don't know; it's probably the phone calls. It didn't seem to bother me when they first started to happen, but I've probably been thinking about it too
much. It's... that voice. It sounds familiar... but at the same time, it's distorted, so I couldn't place it." He scooted closer to her, bringing her into a friendly
hug.
"It's ok. I'll be here if you need me, and if worst comes to worst, then I'll enlist the help of Taichi." He laughed a little at his own remark.
"Oh, thanks; that's reassuring." She laughed back as she pulled away. She reclined onto the couch. "Wanna watch TV?"
"Sure." She turned on the television, flipping channels and playing couch commando until they finally decided on something. 'The Exorcist' happened to be
on, so they left the remote on the table and the lights on. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around one of his during a few parts, but he didn't seem
to notice. ~Man... I'm sitting here, on a Saturday night, watching a scary movie with a good friend... with the lights on... what more could anyone want?~
They were so engrossed in the movie, that neither of them thought twice about answering the phone when it rang. Sora got up to pick up the receiver
they had repaired and replaced a little earlier.
"Hello?"
"... Hello, Sora," the voice answered.
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~Good, she's freaking out! What a chicken!~
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Yamato rushed to her as he heard her scream. "What do you want with me?!"
"I only want your little... boy toy there..."
"How do you know he's here?" The fact that she was near tears was evident in the way she sounded.
"Because, Sora... I know..." Yamato took the phone from her and listened in. He knew immediately who it was from the next answer. "Now, Sora, let's play
a little game... it's called 'Pull out Sora's insides so I can have her little boyfriend..."
"Jun, will you fricking stop harassing my girlfriend?!"
~Jun...?!~
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~Yamato?! I didn't really expect him to be there!~
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"Listen, you stupid bitch, if you don't stop annoying me, I will get all the dirt on you, and I will spread it around school, got it! Leave me and Yamato alone
you fucking psycho!" She threw the phone across the room, having it slam into the wall and land on the floor. She breathed a little heavily, staring at the
phone. "Oops..."
"It's ok. At least we know who was doing it. And we can always tell people that she really is a weird stalker..."
"Yeah, but stalker of what? Me? You? Or both of us? You know she's not going to take that threat seriously! I mean, I'm not saying I'm gonna be scared if
she calls back, but I just don't want her to keep calling me!" She went over and bent down to where the phone was, picking it up. Amazingly, it was still in
one piece, and working too.
(A/N: ok, yeah, I know it wouldn't normally happen, but it will for the sake of the fic. I would've had to put in that Yamato would buy her a new phone;
totally the opposite of what I wanted done.)
"What time is it?" Sora walked into the kitchen, looking at the timer on the stove.
"It's about 10:30; what time do you have to be home by?"
"11:30. My dad extended it since he knew we have shows and everything."
"Mm." The phone rang again. ~Who is it now?~
"Moshi moshi? Takenouchi desu."
"Yamato? Sora wa doko..?"
"She's here; hang on." He heard Yamato call her from the background.
"Taichi? What are you doing calling so late?"
"I just wanted to know if you were ok. You were really quiet tonight."
"No, I'm ok. Yamato just walked me home and stayed in case that person prank called me again. Guess who it really was?"
"Hm... could it have been... Jun?"
"Give the boy a prize. Hey, are you watching 'The Exorcist?'"
"Sure am. What are you guys doing? Oh, wait, don't tell me; I don't want to know."
"Ok, then. Look, it's really late; you should go to bed."
"Yeah, you too. Tell that Yamato to stop getting in your pants and get some rest." She laughed.
"Yeah, I will... ok. See you tomorrow." She put the phone down, walking into the other room to retrieve the cups of tea. She set them down in the sink in
the kitchen, then went back into the other room to watch TV. Yamato had been in there, channel surfing, and looked up to her when she entered he room.
Stifling a yawn, she sat down next to him.
"We better get you to bed, Sleeping Beauty."
"What difference does it make? Tomorrow's Sunday, and there's nothing to do on Sundays but sleep and homework."
"It does make a difference; you're an athlete, and athletes need a lot of sleep to stay healthy, right?"
"Are you saying that I'm not healthy right now? Are you calling me fat?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. You're a fat ugly cow. Ugh, why did I even think about wanting you as my girlfriend? Why would I want to go out with
someone so ugly as you..."
"Oh, you!" She began to slap him and punch him playfully, eventually climbing into his lap. He got back at her, tickling her in all the places he knew were
vulnerable. Her soft laughter floated in the air, as she struggled to retaliate with a few more playful slugs. He caught her wrists, and as she slowly
stopped laughing, she realized their position. She was straddling his lap, their bodies dangerously close to one another, and their hands almost entwined
with one another. ~We're... I can't believe I'm in this position with him... it's so strange. My hearts pounding... I can feel his breath hitting my face softly.
What's happening to me... why do I always feel like this when he's this close to me?~
~Vanilla... and honeysuckles... that's what she smells like... and we're here... like this. How'd we get into this position? Not that I mind... wait, 'not that I
mind?' What am I talking about... God, when she looks at me like that... I can't help but...~ Slowly, his lips moved closer to hers.
~What's he doing? My heart's going to explode; it's so loud...~ Their lips touched softly, their fingers subconsciously enlacing with one another. They both
closed their eyes, getting lost in the comfort of the other's kiss. She began to kiss him with a little more passion, unable to stop from going further. ~I
can't help but feel like this... His lips are so soft... why does he have to be such a good kisser...~ Their mouths worked against each other, his tongue
working its way into her mouth. She welcomed it, returning the favor. Their hands unclasped; hers coming around his neck, his around her back. ~Don't let
this end...~
Their kiss continued, and deepened as Yamato shifted. He laid her down on the couch, her head resting on a pillow. ~What are you doing? She's your
best friend! Better not let your emotions get ahead of you...~ He broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her. "I think... maybe I should go."
"Ok. I'll walk you-"
"No, I'll be ok." He got off her, leaving her on the couch. "See you later." She stayed there, stretched out, hearing the door shut after him.
~What am I thinking? Why did he do that? Not that I'm objecting to it or anything... I guess we are getting closer... But what brought that on? He couldn't
possibly feel like I'm more than a friend to him? Who am I kidding...~ She got up and went to her room, confused, and slept.
Ok, I know this chapter was kinda shorter than the others, but... please let me know what you think. Yeah, I know; nothing really happened here. Just...
weird confusion and nonsense. Well, I'm off. Please, email with comments. I'm really looking for someone to critique my future chapters (only two or three
people; I'll select a couple); you'll be notified if you're one of those people. Of course, you have to respond to this chapter. J/K. Anyways, R&R, lemme
know what you think...
Owari.. for now