I know it wasn't a ton of reviews, but what perked me up enough to write another right away was that I got a good review like, 2 minutes after posting @_@ I didn't expect that. And, following what people so far have said in reviews, it's Matt's POV... I was thinking of doing his, but I though, "Ah heck, I'll give people a choice, I've bashed Sora so much in real life as I talk to my friends I should give her a chance to be decent... and that chance just didn't seem to work in her favor, did it? Anyway, here's part two. Thanks to *~Kasami Sotenshi~* for managing to surprise the hell outta me like that by reviewing so soon. Also, thanks to jace solo, Saria-the-green-haired, Saya the Demoness, Rini, Sonic, and Le for reviewing!!! ^_^ T'ankies
Plotmon: Die Kasami! You got her all hyper and weirder than usual
~aerogirl~: Weirder? You DO know that Tai uses that expression...
Plotmon: Oh shut up. Anything I say you'll manage to twist and either pervert it or say it's from Digimon
~aerogirl~: See... see... you're finally getting me now
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Matt rolled over, looking at the sleeping beauty next to him. Chestnut hair, ot as wild as it used to be, but almost too short for his liking now, slim build, tanned skin, and closed eyes that he knew were a deep chocolate brown when open.
And in a second, that vision disappeared. He saw the vision of a woman with firey red hair in the first's place. The rest of her looked rather plain, average. The only thing that stuck outa about her was her hair.
Matt sighed, rolling back over again to look away.
When did his life spiral into this? When did he marry Sora?!
Whatever happened to his childhood crush? ...No, he took that back. To his childhood love?
Whatever happened to the goggled idiot with a goofy smile that made everyone aroudn him perk up? How did he manage to get replaced with a woman... especially Sora?
//Whatever happened to those roses?// (A/N: any loyal Taito fan would get what I'm talking about, but for those of you new to the subject, there's an official picture where Matt gives Tai a bunch of roses and wraps his arms around him -.^ and other pics, but that doesn't fit on the subject right now) //Or being on stage together?// (A/N: Another official pic) //Or even being friends?//
Matt sighed. In the last few years, it seemed that Tai hadn't even felt as interested in being friends anymore. Matt snorted as he thought about if Tai knew the truth behind those 'victory roses' and why he didn't give them to any of the others. Tai would probably try to move to the other side of Japan.
"... Gods... if only anyone knew..."
"Knew what, Yama?" a drowsy response came from next to him.
//Shit.// Matt scanned his mind to find a response, and clicked on one. "Huh?" //Oh wow.. nice...//
"If only anyone knew what?" Sora pulled closer to him, just a tad more awake.
"N-nothing." Matt lied, pulling away from her. //Gods... when did I get myself into this mess...?//
"Come on... you know it's not good to bottle things up."
//Sometimes it is.// Matt sighed. "Sora, just stop, alright? Stop. If I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to talk about it."
"Well FINE." she snapped back. "You don't have to be so snippy about it."
"Well, you DID keep pressing."
"Just because I wanted to help!"
"All hail mighty Sora, Queen of Good Intentions." Matt growled. "You should know by now after being Digidestined that good intentions do jack-shit."
((What's crawled up HIS ass and died?)) Sora raised an eyebrow. "Eesh, calm down."
You know, maybe I would tell you." Matt snorted. "But knowing you, you'd just flip and kill me. Hell, if I were you, I'd kill me too." he stood up, just about ready to walk out the door.
Sora blinked. She knew he had seemed distant recently... but what was eating him?
"It can't be that bad."
"Hahaha. Oh, that's good. You sound like you know what you're talking about." he looked at her as he cracked the door open.
"Matt, man... maybe you're tense from working so much overtime. Call in today or something... you need to relax."
"Relax...? Relax?! Oh yeah, that'll work well with you here."
"ME?!"
"Yeah you!" Matt flung the door open, storming out into the hall walking toward the kitchen. (A/N: No people, he's not naked. As much as some would like this, nothing was meant to be implied. Married people don't get it on every night, especially when they have kids)
Sora jumped up, and, though she was already decent, grabbed a robe and put it over her, walking out into the hall, then looking to see Matt in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of beer and slamming the refridgerator door shut. "Matt! It's 8 in the morning?"
"Your point being?!" he sneered as he snapped it open.
"The point being that the kids are still up, actually, will be getting up, and the first thing they see shouldn't be their father stumbling around drunk."
"Tough." Yamato stated, finishing a swing and slamming it down on the table, maknig Sora jump.
"Matt?? What the hell is wrong??"
Matt smirked. "Oh, nothing. As of later today, I'm going to be making everything a little more right."
"What?"
"You'll see." he took another swig. "There's no awy I could ever fully straighten this out now, but it's one step closer to being right." he paused, thinking over what he just said. "Straighten this out... interesting choice of words."
Sora simply blinked at him for a minute. Then, figuring he needed time to himself, she walked back toward the bedroom.
//It's about damn time you got the guts to do this.//
((Grr...))
//I mean, how long do you think you could keep this act up?//
(( ))
//You can only pretend to be straight for so long...//
((Sexuality has nothing to do with it... I just don't love her.))
//Sure, just keep telling yourself that.//
((Zippit.))
//You're still talking.//
((I'm telling you to shut up.))
//How can I if I'm you and you won't?//
((Tuché.))
Matt took another drink from his bottle of Miller (A/N: oo; sorry peeps, it's all I could think of... 'specially since I live by a Miller Brewery.) He looked at the half empty bottle, then stared blankly at the table.
((But what about the kids?))
//What's better? Force you kids through a marriage that will get worse every second along the way, them seeing you two start to scream at each other, while you sit in your own self hatred, or get this over with and be able to come out about that?//
((There's... nothing to come out about.))
//Mmmmmmhm. Yeah, you keep thinking that.//
((Zippit.))
//Wasn't I just over this?//
((Grr...))
//Well seriously Matt, you're going to have to make a choice. And soon, before you snap and try to kill someone agani like you did back in DigiWorld years ago.//
((...you're... right.))
//I know, and so are you.//
((huh?))
//If I'm you and I'm right, then you're right and you've already know this.//
((...If you're me, how come I don't think you're me? @.@))
//It's called a subconscious, genius.//
((Isn't a subconscious supposed to stay, you know... below my consciousness?))
//Well yeah, but come on man, I'm sick of always complaining about my life since your conscious is doing that and I'm fucking stuck under it.//
((Whatever. Just... quiet for now.))
//I only can if you can, remember?//
((Fine.))
//Fine.//
((I'll stop.))
//You do that then.//
((I will.))
//Nice to know.//
((...))
//...//
((Wow, it works.))
//Told ya.//
((...))
//...//
Matt, sure he was going insane, stood up, emptying the last of the beer into the sink. Sora was right there. The kids didn't need to see him drunk right away on a Saturday... or any day for that matter.
He sighed, throwing the bottle into the trash.
And once again, he began wondering how his life had ended up like this.
And suddenly, he never wanted to lay sight on another cookie again.
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Mwahahahaha oo; if you're wondering where I got the idea for the cookie thing, once I saw "A Very Digi X-Mas", I vowed to never eat a Christmas Cookie again.... but, then again, like you care. Anyway, review. I'm thinking of writing another part, but, as always, reviews DO count, because I don't feel like writing unless it's being read. Also, I'm think of killing off my series "And Again We Begin", because there's like, no reviews for it and it'll be taking way too much effort for noone to like it. Give your opinion if you've read that, please.
Plotmon: Die Kasami! You got her all hyper and weirder than usual
~aerogirl~: Weirder? You DO know that Tai uses that expression...
Plotmon: Oh shut up. Anything I say you'll manage to twist and either pervert it or say it's from Digimon
~aerogirl~: See... see... you're finally getting me now
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Matt rolled over, looking at the sleeping beauty next to him. Chestnut hair, ot as wild as it used to be, but almost too short for his liking now, slim build, tanned skin, and closed eyes that he knew were a deep chocolate brown when open.
And in a second, that vision disappeared. He saw the vision of a woman with firey red hair in the first's place. The rest of her looked rather plain, average. The only thing that stuck outa about her was her hair.
Matt sighed, rolling back over again to look away.
When did his life spiral into this? When did he marry Sora?!
Whatever happened to his childhood crush? ...No, he took that back. To his childhood love?
Whatever happened to the goggled idiot with a goofy smile that made everyone aroudn him perk up? How did he manage to get replaced with a woman... especially Sora?
//Whatever happened to those roses?// (A/N: any loyal Taito fan would get what I'm talking about, but for those of you new to the subject, there's an official picture where Matt gives Tai a bunch of roses and wraps his arms around him -.^ and other pics, but that doesn't fit on the subject right now) //Or being on stage together?// (A/N: Another official pic) //Or even being friends?//
Matt sighed. In the last few years, it seemed that Tai hadn't even felt as interested in being friends anymore. Matt snorted as he thought about if Tai knew the truth behind those 'victory roses' and why he didn't give them to any of the others. Tai would probably try to move to the other side of Japan.
"... Gods... if only anyone knew..."
"Knew what, Yama?" a drowsy response came from next to him.
//Shit.// Matt scanned his mind to find a response, and clicked on one. "Huh?" //Oh wow.. nice...//
"If only anyone knew what?" Sora pulled closer to him, just a tad more awake.
"N-nothing." Matt lied, pulling away from her. //Gods... when did I get myself into this mess...?//
"Come on... you know it's not good to bottle things up."
//Sometimes it is.// Matt sighed. "Sora, just stop, alright? Stop. If I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to talk about it."
"Well FINE." she snapped back. "You don't have to be so snippy about it."
"Well, you DID keep pressing."
"Just because I wanted to help!"
"All hail mighty Sora, Queen of Good Intentions." Matt growled. "You should know by now after being Digidestined that good intentions do jack-shit."
((What's crawled up HIS ass and died?)) Sora raised an eyebrow. "Eesh, calm down."
You know, maybe I would tell you." Matt snorted. "But knowing you, you'd just flip and kill me. Hell, if I were you, I'd kill me too." he stood up, just about ready to walk out the door.
Sora blinked. She knew he had seemed distant recently... but what was eating him?
"It can't be that bad."
"Hahaha. Oh, that's good. You sound like you know what you're talking about." he looked at her as he cracked the door open.
"Matt, man... maybe you're tense from working so much overtime. Call in today or something... you need to relax."
"Relax...? Relax?! Oh yeah, that'll work well with you here."
"ME?!"
"Yeah you!" Matt flung the door open, storming out into the hall walking toward the kitchen. (A/N: No people, he's not naked. As much as some would like this, nothing was meant to be implied. Married people don't get it on every night, especially when they have kids)
Sora jumped up, and, though she was already decent, grabbed a robe and put it over her, walking out into the hall, then looking to see Matt in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of beer and slamming the refridgerator door shut. "Matt! It's 8 in the morning?"
"Your point being?!" he sneered as he snapped it open.
"The point being that the kids are still up, actually, will be getting up, and the first thing they see shouldn't be their father stumbling around drunk."
"Tough." Yamato stated, finishing a swing and slamming it down on the table, maknig Sora jump.
"Matt?? What the hell is wrong??"
Matt smirked. "Oh, nothing. As of later today, I'm going to be making everything a little more right."
"What?"
"You'll see." he took another swig. "There's no awy I could ever fully straighten this out now, but it's one step closer to being right." he paused, thinking over what he just said. "Straighten this out... interesting choice of words."
Sora simply blinked at him for a minute. Then, figuring he needed time to himself, she walked back toward the bedroom.
//It's about damn time you got the guts to do this.//
((Grr...))
//I mean, how long do you think you could keep this act up?//
(( ))
//You can only pretend to be straight for so long...//
((Sexuality has nothing to do with it... I just don't love her.))
//Sure, just keep telling yourself that.//
((Zippit.))
//You're still talking.//
((I'm telling you to shut up.))
//How can I if I'm you and you won't?//
((Tuché.))
Matt took another drink from his bottle of Miller (A/N: oo; sorry peeps, it's all I could think of... 'specially since I live by a Miller Brewery.) He looked at the half empty bottle, then stared blankly at the table.
((But what about the kids?))
//What's better? Force you kids through a marriage that will get worse every second along the way, them seeing you two start to scream at each other, while you sit in your own self hatred, or get this over with and be able to come out about that?//
((There's... nothing to come out about.))
//Mmmmmmhm. Yeah, you keep thinking that.//
((Zippit.))
//Wasn't I just over this?//
((Grr...))
//Well seriously Matt, you're going to have to make a choice. And soon, before you snap and try to kill someone agani like you did back in DigiWorld years ago.//
((...you're... right.))
//I know, and so are you.//
((huh?))
//If I'm you and I'm right, then you're right and you've already know this.//
((...If you're me, how come I don't think you're me? @.@))
//It's called a subconscious, genius.//
((Isn't a subconscious supposed to stay, you know... below my consciousness?))
//Well yeah, but come on man, I'm sick of always complaining about my life since your conscious is doing that and I'm fucking stuck under it.//
((Whatever. Just... quiet for now.))
//I only can if you can, remember?//
((Fine.))
//Fine.//
((I'll stop.))
//You do that then.//
((I will.))
//Nice to know.//
((...))
//...//
((Wow, it works.))
//Told ya.//
((...))
//...//
Matt, sure he was going insane, stood up, emptying the last of the beer into the sink. Sora was right there. The kids didn't need to see him drunk right away on a Saturday... or any day for that matter.
He sighed, throwing the bottle into the trash.
And once again, he began wondering how his life had ended up like this.
And suddenly, he never wanted to lay sight on another cookie again.
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Mwahahahaha oo; if you're wondering where I got the idea for the cookie thing, once I saw "A Very Digi X-Mas", I vowed to never eat a Christmas Cookie again.... but, then again, like you care. Anyway, review. I'm thinking of writing another part, but, as always, reviews DO count, because I don't feel like writing unless it's being read. Also, I'm think of killing off my series "And Again We Begin", because there's like, no reviews for it and it'll be taking way too much effort for noone to like it. Give your opinion if you've read that, please.