If You
Disclaimer: You know that I don't intend to say that anything associated with Digimon or any other anime/band/song/etc. that sounds like it isn't mine is
mine, right? Right. Now that we've gotten past that, let's get to the story...
Oh wait, before we do... Hehee... I'm so happy with everyone! People are writing in saying, "Write more, write more!!!" and "I want you to write the next
part soon!!! I want to know what happens!!!" It makes me really happy to know everyone out there cares... remember what I said about the number of
replies compared to another story? Yay!!! Oh yeah, about me asking about Jyoumi, Koumi and Michi, everybody, please tell me what you like in a review; I
can't decide who to pair Mimi up with... I dun think Michael would go for her, and Wallace is way too young. LET ME KNOW, PLEASE! Oh yeah, if you really
don't get the message of the titles of my chapters, go ahead and download the songs. I know Napster is starting to charge, but you can always go to
AudioFind and see if they have anything.
Yamato: Get to the story already; that's why everyone's here...
Chichamunkyhead: You be quiet! You don't know what I'm gonna put you through in the next few chapters...
::Yamato runs in the corner and cowers, shaking::...
Ehehehehe.... MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
OK, enough insanity...
Oh yeah, A/N: this chapter picks up right where the last one left off.
Chapter 5: Perfect World
~Keep dreaming, Takenouchi... like he could really like you as more than a friend...!~ Sora's face saddened a bit, still thinking about how Yamato could
have felt for her. ~If he does like me as more than a friend...then that would explain all of these extra deep kisses he keeps giving me. Maybe...~ She felt
a pain in her abdomen. (A/N: all you ladies out there know what I'm talking about, right?) ~Oh god... why does this have to happen now?~ She drew in a
breath sharply. ~Why now...?~
Yamato felt her breathing hesitate, and he could feel the grip on his hands tighten a bit. "Sora... doshta no?"
Figuring that he might not understand what she would be trying to tell him without really telling him what was wrong, she could only make up an excuse.
"My stomach hurts. Can we go home?"
"Sure, we can. Do you feel nauseous?"
"A little. Can we just... go? I really need to lie down." He agreed, pulling her up into a hug. His arm rested around her during the walk home, occasional
glances being made by the taller of the two people. ~I show so much concern... Could she... possibly know how I feel?~
He walked her up the entire way, unlocking her door and staying with her until she went to the couch to lie down. "Are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. Can you bring me some aspirin? It's in the medicine cabinet." He left her to retrieve the medicine, feeling a little worried for her. ~I
wonder what's wrong with her... why could she all of a sudden have gotten a stomach ache?~
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The phone began to ring. Seeing as how Yamato was still looking for the medicine, she got up to answer the ringing instrument. "Hello?"
"Sora-chan? Honey, we're really tied up here; I don't think I'll be home 'till late."
"How late?" Sora wasn't really surprised. Her mother had been coming home a little later each night.
"Maybe around midnight, at least."
(A/N: You're probably asking yourself, "How could someone work at a flower shop until midnight?" Well, this is my answer: I DON'T KNOW! I'm just gonna
say that,.. well, it's around spring, and lots of people are born in the spring, right? So, lots of these people have people that love them, and they like
flowers. Ok?)
"Ok. I'll see you later then." Figuring that Yamato would be able to stay, she brushed it off.
"Chotto... You know you can go to Taichi's or Yamato's if you need anything, right?"
"Right, Okaa-san. I love you, I'll see you soon."
"Love you too; see you later." She hung up the phone, another pain coming to her. ~Why does this have to happen now?~ This time, it was worse.
~Why... why does it have to hurt so much?~ She sank to the floor, her breathing increasing...
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Yamato heard her end the conversation as he turned off the light in the bathroom. He walked out, but rushed to Sora when he saw her kneeling on the
floor, hunched over a bit.
"Sora! What's wrong?!"
"It's ok... it just... hurts..." He picked her up and walked her into the kitchen, getting a glass of water for her.
"Here. Take two of these and call me in the morning."
"You're not doctor; don't try to be one." She took the pills, thankful that someone was with her. ~Why did it hurt so much this time? It's never been like
this...~
"So... your Mom's not coming home until much later, right?"
"Yeah. What are your plans?" She eyed him suspiciously, curious as to what he was getting at.
"Well, since you seem to be near bed-ridden right now, I thought I'd stay here and cook dinner for you." ~What?! Why?~
She shook her head. "No, I couldn't ask you to do that. You should go home; your father needs you-"
"It's ok; he's been pulling late nights at the station, too, lately. He won't mind if I'm home a little late." She looked down in defeat. "Besides, I don't mind
staying in with you..."
She blushed. "Well, at least I know I'll be somewhat ok."
"Somewhat? What's that supposed to mean?" He stepped closer to her.
She turned around, facing the counter. "Oh, nothing..." She smiled to herself, thinking what his face would look like.
"Nothing?" He began to tickle her a little. "Nothing? Is my company not enjoyable? Huh? Huh?" She turned around, not entirely ready for a tickle fight at
that point. Yamato's fingers ran up her sides, eliciting laughs from the brunette. She tried to wrestle his hands away from her, but he would always
triumph over her. His hands traveled to all her vulnerable spots; she hadn't had a good tickle fight in a while. Suddenly, the pain came again.
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She grabbed his hands, her grip becoming tight and firm. As the throbbing increased, her head rested on his chest, her breathing quickening again. ~Why
didn't the medicine work? It's only been a few minutes, so it should have worked, right? God, it's never been this much before, and it's never been this
often... Why... why right now; we were out, it was beautiful in the park... we had to leave...~ Tears slid down her face, the aching becoming clear in her
breathing.
"Sshhh... it's ok." His arms came around her, rubbing her back to calm her down. She pulled him into a hug around his waist, the pain eventually subsiding.
"Are you sure you're ok...? Are you... you know...?"
She nodded her head below him, a little embarrassed. She cried a little more, the tears coming out softly and slowly.
"Daijobu... Sshhh..." She lifted her head to rest it on his shoulder. Pulling her into a tighter hug, her cries turned into light sobs. "I never knew what you
girls have to put up with every month... I feel sorry..."
She laughed at his comment. "Hey, don't be sorry. You can't fight the inevitable, right?" She pulled away from him, wiping her tears with her hands. Her
figure turned to walk back into the other room to lie down, but he caught her hand, pulling her into a hug from behind. His head rested on the side of
hers, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"If you ever need me, I'll be here..." ~He's being so straightforward... I kind of like it; it feels good to know I have someone I can lean on for support...~
She smiled, closing her eyes.
"I know..." They stayed there for a few minutes like that, content to be in the other's touch. ~He holds me... It feels warm.. his embrace... I feel like I'm on
air... I could stay like this forever; it feels so perfect.~ She rested there, in his arms, feeling like she could fall asleep. Yamato, on the other hand, had
other ambitions...
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Her laughter shook the once-quiet house as Yamato's hands danced on her ticklish spots once again. This time, he had her on the floor, cackling and
giggling like a baby. She couldn't get away from him; his arms were too strong. She begged for him to stop in between her gasps for air.
Finally giving in, he let her go. "You really know how to spoil a moment, don't you?"
"A moment? You mean...?" He caught her off guard, making her blush. "It's ok, Sora. I know you love me. You don't have to admit it." He offered his hand
to her, and she took it, but didn't stand up.
"What makes you think I love you?" She pulled him down onto her, but he knew what she was doing. "You think you're so good, huh? You think you're the
most adored man in this world? Huh?"
"Oh, I know everyone loves me." ~His face... it's close to mine...~ He began to crawl on top of her, causing her to crawl backwards while still under him.
He stalked over her until he had her backed up against the refrigerator, surprising her. "You see that, Sora. That's just proving my point."
"What do you mean?" ~He's making me nervous again...~
"I mean your breathing. It's quickened ever since you pulled me down here. There's another reason why I know you love me; YOU pulled ME down." ~He's
right... but... it's not because I love him...I don't know why I did. I guess... I just wanted to get back at him...~ He leaned into her ear, breathing his next
words. "Don't worry, honey. We'll be together one night, soon." He placed a few kisses on her neck, making her gasp in pleasure. ~I can't believe this...
what's he think he's doing?~ Her hands came to his shoulders, pushing him back to sit up straight. He wouldn't move his lips from her neck, however.
"Yamato...," she half-moaned his name softly. ~Don't do this now... I can't...~ "Yamato.. come on..." His kisses slowed their assault.
"Ok, but I know you enjoyed that." His accusation sent shivers down her spine, his voice sounded so ... ragged. "Don't deny it, sexy." He pulled away to
look at her, a heavy blush rested on her cheeks. His hand came to her face, cradling the soft skin in his fingers. "I'm sorry if I made you feel a little weird."
"You should be more than sorry." ~Why am I getting mad at him...? Did I really enjoy what he just did? If I'm blushing, then I really did...~ "You should be
as embarrassed as I am. And nobody's even here!"
"Don't feel embarrassed around me; I'm a regular kind of guy. Just as regular as Taichi!"
"Yeah, except for the fact that we go a lot farther than Taichi and I do!" ~Don't get so mad... he was just kidding... right?~
"Sora. I'm really sorry if I gave you the 'heebie-jeebies.' Just let me know when you get butterflies again, and I'll stop." Her hand came up to rest on his
own, her eyes gazing at his.
"It's ok. Just... don't pull something like that again."
"Whatever you say, sweetie."
She smiled. "Shouldn't you be getting that dinner started?"
"Oh yeah; get your ass into the other room while I stay in here and prepare everything. Now, young lady!" She got up and scurried off into the other
room. ~I shouldn't have done that... she's gonna know... she's gonna know... that I feel more than that for her...~ Leaving his thoughts of the girl in the
other room alone, he got up and began to prepare a meal.
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~Man... when he was kissing my neck... I don't know what made him do it... but, I didn't want to stop him... It just felt so good... How can I not deny the
fact that I like him more as than a friend now? Maybe... maybe I'll call Mimi in the morning.. or I'll talk to her later tonight.~ She flipped a few more
channels, watching the mindless drivel of some dumb TV show ramble on. ~It's been a while; I wonder if he's done yet?~
"Sora!" She jumped at the sound her name, running into the other room. He stopped her in the doorway, not letting her see anything on the dinner table.
"Wait, close your eyes." She did as she was told, Yamato taking her hand in his and leading her to the dining room.
"What's so special that I can't see it?" She found out when Yamato told her she could open her eyes a few seconds later. What was on the table was a
candle-lit dinner for two; a gourmet meal from Italy: fettuccini Alfredo. "How'd you make this?!" She was in utter astonishment at his achievement.
"It wasn't hard when you have cookbooks from Italy in your kitchen." She had completely forgotten about them, but was still happy. "Shall we?"
He led her to her seat, pulling the chair out and pushing it in for her like a perfect gentleman. "Thank you." She began to eat, enjoying the fact that he
cared enough to make this for her. ~I wonder why...~
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When they were done, they headed into the living room to watch TV.
(A/N: they do a lot of TV-watching, don't they? Well, what else is there to do?)
She snuggled up to him, sitting on her feet, her arms wrapped around him. His arm rested around her, his free hand holding onto one of hers. ~Why are
we in this position? Is it just habit to sit down like this? Or is this really how I'm feeling for him? As long as we don't kiss... I guess I'm ok...~ They found
some old movie made by Alfred Hitchcock that was dubbed into Japanese on one channel. They ended up watching the movie, "Vertigo," until she was
about to fall asleep there.
"Yamato... Shouldn't you be-" She looked up to find him lying there, asleep, looking like a child. ~He's so cute... Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty...~ She
remembered that they hadn't cleaned up the dining room, so she left him on the couch, sleeping soundly. She took the dishes into the kitchen, careful to
keep the water low and not to wake Yamato. ~Wow... tonight's been... something different.. what time is it? 9:30? God... we've been together since...
what, 4 this afternoon? I think this has been our longest date yet... I wish they could be just as long. I guess I really like to spend time with him. He's
been growing on me; I've gotten to know him and his band better.~
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She was so engrossed in her thinking, she didn't notice two arms slip around her waist.
"Sora..."
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She dropped the dish into the sink, she was so startled. "Don't do that!"
"I'm sorry... just relax...," he whispered. She picked up the dish, continuing to wash it. She only had a few more left, she would deal with Yamato in a
minute. ~Why'd he scare me like that? How come he whispered... Maybe it's because he's still tired...~ Placing the last dish into the drainer, she turned
around to face, him, still in his arms.
"What's up?" She hugged him back.
"Nothing much." They stood in each other's body warmth, frozen in time. ~Maybe he really is just tired...~ "Sora..."
She pulled her head back to look at him. His eyes seemed a little different to her. ~They're so.. blue... I can't help but get lost... Is he trying to tell me
something with his eyes?... or is he just... lost in... ~ Their lips met in a fiery ignition of passion. Her arms slid up his arms to his neck, playing with his hair
as their lips continued to heat up the room. His arms rested on the small of her back, but lifted her waist up to sit her on the counter. Her head was now
above his a little bit, bringing their faces closer. Her arms wrapped tighter around him, his resting at her waist, nearing the hem of her shirt. ~Why am I
doing this? I don't care... I can't deny what I'm feeling right now. Why do we always have deep kisses like this? Why doesn't it just pass... why can't we
let go and just say goodbye?~ His tongue entered her mouth, she more than welcomed it. Their kisses quickened, the passion and tension building
between them. She felt his hands pull at the hem of her shirt, but rather than fight with her, his hands slipped under to rub the soft skin at her sides. His
fingers tantalized the flesh there, the younger girl whimpering and moaning softly. Her body stiffened under his touch, goose bumps rising on the skin. His
hands ran all over her abdomen, making her cringe whenever she felt pleasure. She scooted closer, their body temperatures on the rise.
~Why do I... why do I always do this to her... I can't be letting this happen time and time again... She has to have figured it out by now...~
~Don't end this, please...~ Her hands worked their way down to his, their fingers enlacing with each other.
~I have to stop...~ His kisses softened, the pressure lowering. He pulled away to look at her; her eyes were still closed.
~Why... He could have kept going... why...~ She opened her eyes, confused, to look at Yamato. Her breathing still shallow, she stayed in his gaze.
"What... what was-"
"I don't know... Maybe I should go..." He left her sitting there, in the kitchen, on the counter, a befuddled expression never leaving her face. She watched
him walk out the door; she didn't know what either of them were thinking...
~I am most seriously confused.~ They both shared the same thought as they looked at her door. Yamato on one side, it was raining out. Sora on the
other side, the uncertainty building a fog around her. ~Why..?~ A tear slid down her face. She had felt so unsure, like she was being used. ~Why does he
do this to me? Why can't he just say what he's feeling?~ She ran to her room, tears flooding her vision, and opened the small computer, sending an email
to Mimi, telling her to go to the Digital World quickly.
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Mimi looked around the small diner that she and Sora had met at before. She found Sora, staring out the window, dried tears on her cheeks and smeared
on her face. Her eyes were red from sobbing.
"Sora! What happened?!" The depressed teen looked up to find her friend, with a new hairstyle, but ran to her, hugging her tightly.
"I don't know! One minute, he was hugging me, the next, we had a major make-out session, and then... he was gone!" She began to cry again.
"Sora, here, sit down; explain what happened."
"We were in the park; I had gotten a cramp. We went home, and then.. Mom called and said she wasn't going to be home till late. He tickled me in the
kitchen after I took medicine, and then, I pulled him down.. and he backed me up... and he kissed my neck.. a lot; he wouldn't stop until I told him to. He
made me dinner, and we watched a movie; he fell asleep. I went to wash the dishes, and he hugged me... and we... he... we were kissing and... he was
running his hands on my body-"
"Wait, do you mean it seemed like he wanted to go farther?"
"Yes... No... I don't know... it seemed that way at the time, but something must have occurred to him... and he stopped..."
"Sora... It's ok. Look, I probably can't explain it either, seeing as how I've never really had a boyfriend and I've never been in your position, either, but...
You just have to let it go. Just talk to him. It's just like before; tell him how you feel about it. It'll all be fine by then."
Mimi continued to console her, giving her advice on what to do. After a while of talking, Sora remembered something. "Hey! I just remembered! We were
gonna have a little reunion with everyone here, in the Digital World. Tell Michael and Wallace."
"Ok, I will. Isn't it getting late in Odaiba?"
"Oh, I almost forgot! If Mom's home, she'll be so worried!"
"I'll walk you out, Sora." The two girls got up, exited the tavern, and said their goodbyes, for then at least. "Oh, Sora! When is this reunion?"
"I don't know; I'll have to talk to Yamato about it!" ~Hm... do I want to do that...?~
"Ok, see you later!"
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Sora went to bed quickly that night, still a little unsure of the incident with Yamato. ~I guess... I'm going to have to call him tomorrow. We'll see what
happens. I'm not sure whether I like that or not... I guess I did... but... we've never gone that far before. I hope... I can just get something out of him...
Yawn. Maybe... we could.. .resolve things...~
GOD!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE ALL THAT!!! Man.. wow, I'm speechless... well, lots of steam, ne? PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!
Disclaimer: You know that I don't intend to say that anything associated with Digimon or any other anime/band/song/etc. that sounds like it isn't mine is
mine, right? Right. Now that we've gotten past that, let's get to the story...
Oh wait, before we do... Hehee... I'm so happy with everyone! People are writing in saying, "Write more, write more!!!" and "I want you to write the next
part soon!!! I want to know what happens!!!" It makes me really happy to know everyone out there cares... remember what I said about the number of
replies compared to another story? Yay!!! Oh yeah, about me asking about Jyoumi, Koumi and Michi, everybody, please tell me what you like in a review; I
can't decide who to pair Mimi up with... I dun think Michael would go for her, and Wallace is way too young. LET ME KNOW, PLEASE! Oh yeah, if you really
don't get the message of the titles of my chapters, go ahead and download the songs. I know Napster is starting to charge, but you can always go to
AudioFind and see if they have anything.
Yamato: Get to the story already; that's why everyone's here...
Chichamunkyhead: You be quiet! You don't know what I'm gonna put you through in the next few chapters...
::Yamato runs in the corner and cowers, shaking::...
Ehehehehe.... MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
OK, enough insanity...
Oh yeah, A/N: this chapter picks up right where the last one left off.
Chapter 5: Perfect World
~Keep dreaming, Takenouchi... like he could really like you as more than a friend...!~ Sora's face saddened a bit, still thinking about how Yamato could
have felt for her. ~If he does like me as more than a friend...then that would explain all of these extra deep kisses he keeps giving me. Maybe...~ She felt
a pain in her abdomen. (A/N: all you ladies out there know what I'm talking about, right?) ~Oh god... why does this have to happen now?~ She drew in a
breath sharply. ~Why now...?~
Yamato felt her breathing hesitate, and he could feel the grip on his hands tighten a bit. "Sora... doshta no?"
Figuring that he might not understand what she would be trying to tell him without really telling him what was wrong, she could only make up an excuse.
"My stomach hurts. Can we go home?"
"Sure, we can. Do you feel nauseous?"
"A little. Can we just... go? I really need to lie down." He agreed, pulling her up into a hug. His arm rested around her during the walk home, occasional
glances being made by the taller of the two people. ~I show so much concern... Could she... possibly know how I feel?~
He walked her up the entire way, unlocking her door and staying with her until she went to the couch to lie down. "Are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah, I think so. Can you bring me some aspirin? It's in the medicine cabinet." He left her to retrieve the medicine, feeling a little worried for her. ~I
wonder what's wrong with her... why could she all of a sudden have gotten a stomach ache?~
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The phone began to ring. Seeing as how Yamato was still looking for the medicine, she got up to answer the ringing instrument. "Hello?"
"Sora-chan? Honey, we're really tied up here; I don't think I'll be home 'till late."
"How late?" Sora wasn't really surprised. Her mother had been coming home a little later each night.
"Maybe around midnight, at least."
(A/N: You're probably asking yourself, "How could someone work at a flower shop until midnight?" Well, this is my answer: I DON'T KNOW! I'm just gonna
say that,.. well, it's around spring, and lots of people are born in the spring, right? So, lots of these people have people that love them, and they like
flowers. Ok?)
"Ok. I'll see you later then." Figuring that Yamato would be able to stay, she brushed it off.
"Chotto... You know you can go to Taichi's or Yamato's if you need anything, right?"
"Right, Okaa-san. I love you, I'll see you soon."
"Love you too; see you later." She hung up the phone, another pain coming to her. ~Why does this have to happen now?~ This time, it was worse.
~Why... why does it have to hurt so much?~ She sank to the floor, her breathing increasing...
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Yamato heard her end the conversation as he turned off the light in the bathroom. He walked out, but rushed to Sora when he saw her kneeling on the
floor, hunched over a bit.
"Sora! What's wrong?!"
"It's ok... it just... hurts..." He picked her up and walked her into the kitchen, getting a glass of water for her.
"Here. Take two of these and call me in the morning."
"You're not doctor; don't try to be one." She took the pills, thankful that someone was with her. ~Why did it hurt so much this time? It's never been like
this...~
"So... your Mom's not coming home until much later, right?"
"Yeah. What are your plans?" She eyed him suspiciously, curious as to what he was getting at.
"Well, since you seem to be near bed-ridden right now, I thought I'd stay here and cook dinner for you." ~What?! Why?~
She shook her head. "No, I couldn't ask you to do that. You should go home; your father needs you-"
"It's ok; he's been pulling late nights at the station, too, lately. He won't mind if I'm home a little late." She looked down in defeat. "Besides, I don't mind
staying in with you..."
She blushed. "Well, at least I know I'll be somewhat ok."
"Somewhat? What's that supposed to mean?" He stepped closer to her.
She turned around, facing the counter. "Oh, nothing..." She smiled to herself, thinking what his face would look like.
"Nothing?" He began to tickle her a little. "Nothing? Is my company not enjoyable? Huh? Huh?" She turned around, not entirely ready for a tickle fight at
that point. Yamato's fingers ran up her sides, eliciting laughs from the brunette. She tried to wrestle his hands away from her, but he would always
triumph over her. His hands traveled to all her vulnerable spots; she hadn't had a good tickle fight in a while. Suddenly, the pain came again.
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She grabbed his hands, her grip becoming tight and firm. As the throbbing increased, her head rested on his chest, her breathing quickening again. ~Why
didn't the medicine work? It's only been a few minutes, so it should have worked, right? God, it's never been this much before, and it's never been this
often... Why... why right now; we were out, it was beautiful in the park... we had to leave...~ Tears slid down her face, the aching becoming clear in her
breathing.
"Sshhh... it's ok." His arms came around her, rubbing her back to calm her down. She pulled him into a hug around his waist, the pain eventually subsiding.
"Are you sure you're ok...? Are you... you know...?"
She nodded her head below him, a little embarrassed. She cried a little more, the tears coming out softly and slowly.
"Daijobu... Sshhh..." She lifted her head to rest it on his shoulder. Pulling her into a tighter hug, her cries turned into light sobs. "I never knew what you
girls have to put up with every month... I feel sorry..."
She laughed at his comment. "Hey, don't be sorry. You can't fight the inevitable, right?" She pulled away from him, wiping her tears with her hands. Her
figure turned to walk back into the other room to lie down, but he caught her hand, pulling her into a hug from behind. His head rested on the side of
hers, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"If you ever need me, I'll be here..." ~He's being so straightforward... I kind of like it; it feels good to know I have someone I can lean on for support...~
She smiled, closing her eyes.
"I know..." They stayed there for a few minutes like that, content to be in the other's touch. ~He holds me... It feels warm.. his embrace... I feel like I'm on
air... I could stay like this forever; it feels so perfect.~ She rested there, in his arms, feeling like she could fall asleep. Yamato, on the other hand, had
other ambitions...
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Her laughter shook the once-quiet house as Yamato's hands danced on her ticklish spots once again. This time, he had her on the floor, cackling and
giggling like a baby. She couldn't get away from him; his arms were too strong. She begged for him to stop in between her gasps for air.
Finally giving in, he let her go. "You really know how to spoil a moment, don't you?"
"A moment? You mean...?" He caught her off guard, making her blush. "It's ok, Sora. I know you love me. You don't have to admit it." He offered his hand
to her, and she took it, but didn't stand up.
"What makes you think I love you?" She pulled him down onto her, but he knew what she was doing. "You think you're so good, huh? You think you're the
most adored man in this world? Huh?"
"Oh, I know everyone loves me." ~His face... it's close to mine...~ He began to crawl on top of her, causing her to crawl backwards while still under him.
He stalked over her until he had her backed up against the refrigerator, surprising her. "You see that, Sora. That's just proving my point."
"What do you mean?" ~He's making me nervous again...~
"I mean your breathing. It's quickened ever since you pulled me down here. There's another reason why I know you love me; YOU pulled ME down." ~He's
right... but... it's not because I love him...I don't know why I did. I guess... I just wanted to get back at him...~ He leaned into her ear, breathing his next
words. "Don't worry, honey. We'll be together one night, soon." He placed a few kisses on her neck, making her gasp in pleasure. ~I can't believe this...
what's he think he's doing?~ Her hands came to his shoulders, pushing him back to sit up straight. He wouldn't move his lips from her neck, however.
"Yamato...," she half-moaned his name softly. ~Don't do this now... I can't...~ "Yamato.. come on..." His kisses slowed their assault.
"Ok, but I know you enjoyed that." His accusation sent shivers down her spine, his voice sounded so ... ragged. "Don't deny it, sexy." He pulled away to
look at her, a heavy blush rested on her cheeks. His hand came to her face, cradling the soft skin in his fingers. "I'm sorry if I made you feel a little weird."
"You should be more than sorry." ~Why am I getting mad at him...? Did I really enjoy what he just did? If I'm blushing, then I really did...~ "You should be
as embarrassed as I am. And nobody's even here!"
"Don't feel embarrassed around me; I'm a regular kind of guy. Just as regular as Taichi!"
"Yeah, except for the fact that we go a lot farther than Taichi and I do!" ~Don't get so mad... he was just kidding... right?~
"Sora. I'm really sorry if I gave you the 'heebie-jeebies.' Just let me know when you get butterflies again, and I'll stop." Her hand came up to rest on his
own, her eyes gazing at his.
"It's ok. Just... don't pull something like that again."
"Whatever you say, sweetie."
She smiled. "Shouldn't you be getting that dinner started?"
"Oh yeah; get your ass into the other room while I stay in here and prepare everything. Now, young lady!" She got up and scurried off into the other
room. ~I shouldn't have done that... she's gonna know... she's gonna know... that I feel more than that for her...~ Leaving his thoughts of the girl in the
other room alone, he got up and began to prepare a meal.
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~Man... when he was kissing my neck... I don't know what made him do it... but, I didn't want to stop him... It just felt so good... How can I not deny the
fact that I like him more as than a friend now? Maybe... maybe I'll call Mimi in the morning.. or I'll talk to her later tonight.~ She flipped a few more
channels, watching the mindless drivel of some dumb TV show ramble on. ~It's been a while; I wonder if he's done yet?~
"Sora!" She jumped at the sound her name, running into the other room. He stopped her in the doorway, not letting her see anything on the dinner table.
"Wait, close your eyes." She did as she was told, Yamato taking her hand in his and leading her to the dining room.
"What's so special that I can't see it?" She found out when Yamato told her she could open her eyes a few seconds later. What was on the table was a
candle-lit dinner for two; a gourmet meal from Italy: fettuccini Alfredo. "How'd you make this?!" She was in utter astonishment at his achievement.
"It wasn't hard when you have cookbooks from Italy in your kitchen." She had completely forgotten about them, but was still happy. "Shall we?"
He led her to her seat, pulling the chair out and pushing it in for her like a perfect gentleman. "Thank you." She began to eat, enjoying the fact that he
cared enough to make this for her. ~I wonder why...~
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When they were done, they headed into the living room to watch TV.
(A/N: they do a lot of TV-watching, don't they? Well, what else is there to do?)
She snuggled up to him, sitting on her feet, her arms wrapped around him. His arm rested around her, his free hand holding onto one of hers. ~Why are
we in this position? Is it just habit to sit down like this? Or is this really how I'm feeling for him? As long as we don't kiss... I guess I'm ok...~ They found
some old movie made by Alfred Hitchcock that was dubbed into Japanese on one channel. They ended up watching the movie, "Vertigo," until she was
about to fall asleep there.
"Yamato... Shouldn't you be-" She looked up to find him lying there, asleep, looking like a child. ~He's so cute... Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty...~ She
remembered that they hadn't cleaned up the dining room, so she left him on the couch, sleeping soundly. She took the dishes into the kitchen, careful to
keep the water low and not to wake Yamato. ~Wow... tonight's been... something different.. what time is it? 9:30? God... we've been together since...
what, 4 this afternoon? I think this has been our longest date yet... I wish they could be just as long. I guess I really like to spend time with him. He's
been growing on me; I've gotten to know him and his band better.~
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She was so engrossed in her thinking, she didn't notice two arms slip around her waist.
"Sora..."
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She dropped the dish into the sink, she was so startled. "Don't do that!"
"I'm sorry... just relax...," he whispered. She picked up the dish, continuing to wash it. She only had a few more left, she would deal with Yamato in a
minute. ~Why'd he scare me like that? How come he whispered... Maybe it's because he's still tired...~ Placing the last dish into the drainer, she turned
around to face, him, still in his arms.
"What's up?" She hugged him back.
"Nothing much." They stood in each other's body warmth, frozen in time. ~Maybe he really is just tired...~ "Sora..."
She pulled her head back to look at him. His eyes seemed a little different to her. ~They're so.. blue... I can't help but get lost... Is he trying to tell me
something with his eyes?... or is he just... lost in... ~ Their lips met in a fiery ignition of passion. Her arms slid up his arms to his neck, playing with his hair
as their lips continued to heat up the room. His arms rested on the small of her back, but lifted her waist up to sit her on the counter. Her head was now
above his a little bit, bringing their faces closer. Her arms wrapped tighter around him, his resting at her waist, nearing the hem of her shirt. ~Why am I
doing this? I don't care... I can't deny what I'm feeling right now. Why do we always have deep kisses like this? Why doesn't it just pass... why can't we
let go and just say goodbye?~ His tongue entered her mouth, she more than welcomed it. Their kisses quickened, the passion and tension building
between them. She felt his hands pull at the hem of her shirt, but rather than fight with her, his hands slipped under to rub the soft skin at her sides. His
fingers tantalized the flesh there, the younger girl whimpering and moaning softly. Her body stiffened under his touch, goose bumps rising on the skin. His
hands ran all over her abdomen, making her cringe whenever she felt pleasure. She scooted closer, their body temperatures on the rise.
~Why do I... why do I always do this to her... I can't be letting this happen time and time again... She has to have figured it out by now...~
~Don't end this, please...~ Her hands worked their way down to his, their fingers enlacing with each other.
~I have to stop...~ His kisses softened, the pressure lowering. He pulled away to look at her; her eyes were still closed.
~Why... He could have kept going... why...~ She opened her eyes, confused, to look at Yamato. Her breathing still shallow, she stayed in his gaze.
"What... what was-"
"I don't know... Maybe I should go..." He left her sitting there, in the kitchen, on the counter, a befuddled expression never leaving her face. She watched
him walk out the door; she didn't know what either of them were thinking...
~I am most seriously confused.~ They both shared the same thought as they looked at her door. Yamato on one side, it was raining out. Sora on the
other side, the uncertainty building a fog around her. ~Why..?~ A tear slid down her face. She had felt so unsure, like she was being used. ~Why does he
do this to me? Why can't he just say what he's feeling?~ She ran to her room, tears flooding her vision, and opened the small computer, sending an email
to Mimi, telling her to go to the Digital World quickly.
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Mimi looked around the small diner that she and Sora had met at before. She found Sora, staring out the window, dried tears on her cheeks and smeared
on her face. Her eyes were red from sobbing.
"Sora! What happened?!" The depressed teen looked up to find her friend, with a new hairstyle, but ran to her, hugging her tightly.
"I don't know! One minute, he was hugging me, the next, we had a major make-out session, and then... he was gone!" She began to cry again.
"Sora, here, sit down; explain what happened."
"We were in the park; I had gotten a cramp. We went home, and then.. Mom called and said she wasn't going to be home till late. He tickled me in the
kitchen after I took medicine, and then, I pulled him down.. and he backed me up... and he kissed my neck.. a lot; he wouldn't stop until I told him to. He
made me dinner, and we watched a movie; he fell asleep. I went to wash the dishes, and he hugged me... and we... he... we were kissing and... he was
running his hands on my body-"
"Wait, do you mean it seemed like he wanted to go farther?"
"Yes... No... I don't know... it seemed that way at the time, but something must have occurred to him... and he stopped..."
"Sora... It's ok. Look, I probably can't explain it either, seeing as how I've never really had a boyfriend and I've never been in your position, either, but...
You just have to let it go. Just talk to him. It's just like before; tell him how you feel about it. It'll all be fine by then."
Mimi continued to console her, giving her advice on what to do. After a while of talking, Sora remembered something. "Hey! I just remembered! We were
gonna have a little reunion with everyone here, in the Digital World. Tell Michael and Wallace."
"Ok, I will. Isn't it getting late in Odaiba?"
"Oh, I almost forgot! If Mom's home, she'll be so worried!"
"I'll walk you out, Sora." The two girls got up, exited the tavern, and said their goodbyes, for then at least. "Oh, Sora! When is this reunion?"
"I don't know; I'll have to talk to Yamato about it!" ~Hm... do I want to do that...?~
"Ok, see you later!"
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Sora went to bed quickly that night, still a little unsure of the incident with Yamato. ~I guess... I'm going to have to call him tomorrow. We'll see what
happens. I'm not sure whether I like that or not... I guess I did... but... we've never gone that far before. I hope... I can just get something out of him...
Yawn. Maybe... we could.. .resolve things...~
GOD!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE ALL THAT!!! Man.. wow, I'm speechless... well, lots of steam, ne? PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!