Second part in my rain theme. Enjoy. (ps, hey i wrote a straight story, wow!)
Sora strode out of her house, biting her lip harshly with her arms wrapped around herself and hunched over. She barely even noticed that it was pouring rain, though from her posture and quick pace it looked like she was hurrying towards shelter.
Instead she was hurrying to sanctuary, though she had no idea where she might find it. She just had to get away from home, or rather her mother. They had been fighting non-stop recently. There was a very good reason why her mother was upset, but heavens forbid that she try and comfort her daughter.
Sora had a very serious problem, and she had no clue what to do. She needed her mother, she couldn't deal with it on her own, but her mother couldn't see past the fact that Sora had done such a horrific deed.
Sora broke out into a run even though she didn't know where she could go. She could go talk to Taichi, her best friend, but she wasn't sure how he'd react. Mimi was all the way in America, and there was no way she was going to talk to Yamato. She partially blamed him, but she knew deep down it was all her fault.
Finally she decided to go and talk to Koushiro, she needed to, but she slowed her pace drastically, wanting to put it off. When she was passing through the park she collapsed to the ground, as the sobs ripped themselves from her body.
Why her? What had she done to deserve this? Her life was going to be forever changed; everything was going to be different from now on. All because of one stupid mistake.
Sora tilted her head up to the sky and screamed wordlessly at it. As she brought her head back down she saw a figure carrying an umbrella rushing towards her. Upon seeing the umbrella she noticed that it was raining. Her body shook not only from the force of her tears but from the cold. She was soaked to the bone and her clothes hung heavily on her.
"Sora?" a voice asked, sounding as if they didn't believe that the wretch on the ground could be her. Sora wept harder at that thought and didn't answer them. "Sora, what are you doing out here? You're soaked, come on, you can come back to my apartment and dry off. You don't want to get sick."
Sora stood doubtfully and peered under the umbrella to see Ken standing there, looking at her worriedly. Ken shoved his umbrella into her grasp and took off his coat, draping it around her shoulders. They walked wordlessly to the apartment Ken had recently acquired.
Ken was still quite young but had managed to get himself a very good paying job and moved out of his house. Sora was still living at while she went to college. She'd probably be kicked out sooner, and she'd have to quit college. She wasn't going to have the time or money to do it any longer.
A moan escaped Sora's lips and Ken looked at her strangely. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the distraught girl. Maybe he should call one of the other digidestended when they got to his apartment. Surely they would know how to handle the situation better then he would. After al they were more familiar with her, and Ken had to face the simple truth, most everyone had better people skills then he did.
Ken had been fairly anti-social since he had realized his mistakes as the digimon emperor. He had become close friends with Daisuke, but had kept his distance from the others.
After a minute of debating he put an arm around her shoulders, and forced himself not to pull back when she rested her head against him. He wasn't used to having people that close to him. But she was obviously in pain and needed all the comfort he could offer so he was going to have to suffer this one time. Though there was something oddly reassuring about the way she fit so snuggly against him.
Once at his apartment he found her some towels and rubbed the on her shoulders as they sat on his couch.
"Sora, do you want to talk about what happened?"
"My mom, we were fighting, we have been, I couldn't take it anymore, so I walked out."
"What were you fighting about?" he asked tentatively, not sure how much Sora would be willing to share with him, when he might of well have been a stranger to her.
"The other night, about a month ago, I was at Yamato's house. I got really drunk. I slept with Koushiro. We were both drunk. And, I'm pregnant," she told him brokenly through her tears. Ken was surprise when she turned and threw herself into his arms.
"Have you told him yet?" Ken asked as he rubbed her back soothingly.
"No, I don't know what to tell him. We aren't in love or anything, we were drunk, we weren't even dating!" she cried out in anguish.
"I'm sure if you tell him he'll be willing to help you out, he wont walk away because it only happened while you were both drunk."
"Do you think so?" she asked pulling back far enough to look him in the face.
"Of course, after all, he is your friend." Sora smiled at Ken, her tears drying and he was struck by her beauty. Her damp bangs were clinging to her face, which was tear-streaked, but she was still a dazzling sight.
"Thank you Ken," Sora said feeling slightly embarrassed that he had seen her breakdown.
"Anytime Sora," he said softly kissing her forehead. "You are welcome to spend the night here if you don't wish to stay home."
"I wouldn't want to put you out," she said automatically, even though she really didn't want to go back home. Not yet, in any case.
"It's no trouble. I have a guest room that I believe you would be comfortable in," he told her, not quite understanding why he wanted her to stay so badly.
"Thank you," she said again, and shivered.
"I'll go find you something to change into," he said standing and retreating to his bedroom. He found her an oversized T-shirt and some of his old soccer shorts. The elastic waistband would accommodate most people's figures.
Sora slipped out of her wet clothes in the bathroom and was happy to put on some dry, warm ones. She felt slightly odd wearing Ken's clothes, but there was a reassuring, comforting sensation to feeling them against her skin.
Sora and Ken stayed up for awhile that night sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and watching TV. They didn't talk much; just content to be in one another's company and after a while Sora fell asleep. Ken looked at her in an adoring manner and picked her up off the couch, carrying her to the guest room. When he had slipped her under the covers he had to resist the strange urge to kiss her.
Ken didn't pause to wonder why he felt as he did towards the older girl, rather he wouldn't let himself. He returned to his own room and went to bed, drifting off rather quickly.
The next day Ken woke up kind of early, but he had had a good night's sleep for a change, which was rather nice. Lately he had been suffering from insomnia. He wondered vaguely what had woken him up. When he concentrated he realized he could hear noises coming from somewhere in his apartment. That was right, Sora had spent the night there.
He stretched and yawned widely before rolling out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants. He walked out of the bedroom and discovered that Sora wasn't in the one he had put her in. Instead she was in the kitchen, cooking.
"What are you doing Sora?" Ken asked as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
"I hope you don't mind, I thought I would make you pancakes to thank you for comforting me last night."
"I told you then it was OK. You don't have to do anything for me Sora."
"But I want to, and it wont kill you to my pancakes. I've taken a few cooking lessons for Yamato so I can pretty much guarantee that I wont poison you."
"Thanks for the reassurance, that certainly eases my worries," he said laughing. They spent about an hour dawdling over the pancakes, eating as slowly as they could, talking. They both knew Sora was leaving once they were done and they wanted to savor their time.
"Ken," Sora said quietly as she stood in the open door, in her own clothes about to leave.
"Yes?"
"You're really sweet Ken, and I like you. Would you like to go out sometime?"
"I'd love to Sora. In fact, I'll go out right now, let me get my umbrella and I'll walk you home. Sora waited patiently and they walked to her mother's house, ignoring the drizzling rain as the umbrella kept it off them.
"I'll call you later," Ken said, kissing Sora on her doorstop, just as he had wanted to last night.
"Bye," she called after him, smiling to herself, happy to be in love. Maybe things would work out after all.
Sora strode out of her house, biting her lip harshly with her arms wrapped around herself and hunched over. She barely even noticed that it was pouring rain, though from her posture and quick pace it looked like she was hurrying towards shelter.
Instead she was hurrying to sanctuary, though she had no idea where she might find it. She just had to get away from home, or rather her mother. They had been fighting non-stop recently. There was a very good reason why her mother was upset, but heavens forbid that she try and comfort her daughter.
Sora had a very serious problem, and she had no clue what to do. She needed her mother, she couldn't deal with it on her own, but her mother couldn't see past the fact that Sora had done such a horrific deed.
Sora broke out into a run even though she didn't know where she could go. She could go talk to Taichi, her best friend, but she wasn't sure how he'd react. Mimi was all the way in America, and there was no way she was going to talk to Yamato. She partially blamed him, but she knew deep down it was all her fault.
Finally she decided to go and talk to Koushiro, she needed to, but she slowed her pace drastically, wanting to put it off. When she was passing through the park she collapsed to the ground, as the sobs ripped themselves from her body.
Why her? What had she done to deserve this? Her life was going to be forever changed; everything was going to be different from now on. All because of one stupid mistake.
Sora tilted her head up to the sky and screamed wordlessly at it. As she brought her head back down she saw a figure carrying an umbrella rushing towards her. Upon seeing the umbrella she noticed that it was raining. Her body shook not only from the force of her tears but from the cold. She was soaked to the bone and her clothes hung heavily on her.
"Sora?" a voice asked, sounding as if they didn't believe that the wretch on the ground could be her. Sora wept harder at that thought and didn't answer them. "Sora, what are you doing out here? You're soaked, come on, you can come back to my apartment and dry off. You don't want to get sick."
Sora stood doubtfully and peered under the umbrella to see Ken standing there, looking at her worriedly. Ken shoved his umbrella into her grasp and took off his coat, draping it around her shoulders. They walked wordlessly to the apartment Ken had recently acquired.
Ken was still quite young but had managed to get himself a very good paying job and moved out of his house. Sora was still living at while she went to college. She'd probably be kicked out sooner, and she'd have to quit college. She wasn't going to have the time or money to do it any longer.
A moan escaped Sora's lips and Ken looked at her strangely. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the distraught girl. Maybe he should call one of the other digidestended when they got to his apartment. Surely they would know how to handle the situation better then he would. After al they were more familiar with her, and Ken had to face the simple truth, most everyone had better people skills then he did.
Ken had been fairly anti-social since he had realized his mistakes as the digimon emperor. He had become close friends with Daisuke, but had kept his distance from the others.
After a minute of debating he put an arm around her shoulders, and forced himself not to pull back when she rested her head against him. He wasn't used to having people that close to him. But she was obviously in pain and needed all the comfort he could offer so he was going to have to suffer this one time. Though there was something oddly reassuring about the way she fit so snuggly against him.
Once at his apartment he found her some towels and rubbed the on her shoulders as they sat on his couch.
"Sora, do you want to talk about what happened?"
"My mom, we were fighting, we have been, I couldn't take it anymore, so I walked out."
"What were you fighting about?" he asked tentatively, not sure how much Sora would be willing to share with him, when he might of well have been a stranger to her.
"The other night, about a month ago, I was at Yamato's house. I got really drunk. I slept with Koushiro. We were both drunk. And, I'm pregnant," she told him brokenly through her tears. Ken was surprise when she turned and threw herself into his arms.
"Have you told him yet?" Ken asked as he rubbed her back soothingly.
"No, I don't know what to tell him. We aren't in love or anything, we were drunk, we weren't even dating!" she cried out in anguish.
"I'm sure if you tell him he'll be willing to help you out, he wont walk away because it only happened while you were both drunk."
"Do you think so?" she asked pulling back far enough to look him in the face.
"Of course, after all, he is your friend." Sora smiled at Ken, her tears drying and he was struck by her beauty. Her damp bangs were clinging to her face, which was tear-streaked, but she was still a dazzling sight.
"Thank you Ken," Sora said feeling slightly embarrassed that he had seen her breakdown.
"Anytime Sora," he said softly kissing her forehead. "You are welcome to spend the night here if you don't wish to stay home."
"I wouldn't want to put you out," she said automatically, even though she really didn't want to go back home. Not yet, in any case.
"It's no trouble. I have a guest room that I believe you would be comfortable in," he told her, not quite understanding why he wanted her to stay so badly.
"Thank you," she said again, and shivered.
"I'll go find you something to change into," he said standing and retreating to his bedroom. He found her an oversized T-shirt and some of his old soccer shorts. The elastic waistband would accommodate most people's figures.
Sora slipped out of her wet clothes in the bathroom and was happy to put on some dry, warm ones. She felt slightly odd wearing Ken's clothes, but there was a reassuring, comforting sensation to feeling them against her skin.
Sora and Ken stayed up for awhile that night sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and watching TV. They didn't talk much; just content to be in one another's company and after a while Sora fell asleep. Ken looked at her in an adoring manner and picked her up off the couch, carrying her to the guest room. When he had slipped her under the covers he had to resist the strange urge to kiss her.
Ken didn't pause to wonder why he felt as he did towards the older girl, rather he wouldn't let himself. He returned to his own room and went to bed, drifting off rather quickly.
The next day Ken woke up kind of early, but he had had a good night's sleep for a change, which was rather nice. Lately he had been suffering from insomnia. He wondered vaguely what had woken him up. When he concentrated he realized he could hear noises coming from somewhere in his apartment. That was right, Sora had spent the night there.
He stretched and yawned widely before rolling out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants. He walked out of the bedroom and discovered that Sora wasn't in the one he had put her in. Instead she was in the kitchen, cooking.
"What are you doing Sora?" Ken asked as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
"I hope you don't mind, I thought I would make you pancakes to thank you for comforting me last night."
"I told you then it was OK. You don't have to do anything for me Sora."
"But I want to, and it wont kill you to my pancakes. I've taken a few cooking lessons for Yamato so I can pretty much guarantee that I wont poison you."
"Thanks for the reassurance, that certainly eases my worries," he said laughing. They spent about an hour dawdling over the pancakes, eating as slowly as they could, talking. They both knew Sora was leaving once they were done and they wanted to savor their time.
"Ken," Sora said quietly as she stood in the open door, in her own clothes about to leave.
"Yes?"
"You're really sweet Ken, and I like you. Would you like to go out sometime?"
"I'd love to Sora. In fact, I'll go out right now, let me get my umbrella and I'll walk you home. Sora waited patiently and they walked to her mother's house, ignoring the drizzling rain as the umbrella kept it off them.
"I'll call you later," Ken said, kissing Sora on her doorstop, just as he had wanted to last night.
"Bye," she called after him, smiling to herself, happy to be in love. Maybe things would work out after all.
