DiScLaImEr: Aargh. I DO NOT OWN Digimon nor any of it's related Characters, Okee? I only have 37 cents to my name, so it would be a waste of time suing me ;P I'm just feeling like writing this, and it's not like I'm getting paid or anything. Oh, and one more thing. Don't blame me for the *bad* formatting. Blame Windows 98 for only having *shudder* notepad.
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Sora's gaze reflected back at her as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror. Instinctively, she reached up to brush a strand of hair from her honey colored eyes. As if she were under a spell, she continued to stare straight ahead.
"Sora...Sora...SORA?!?" Her mother's suddenly sharp voice drew her out of her trance.
"Y--yes mama?" Sora drew her attention back to reality. Whipping around she saw her mother standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.
"Honestly Sora, I've been asking you to get the mail for the past five minutes."
"Sorry mama, I'll go get it. I guess I was just letting my mind wander a bit too much." She slipped past her mom, down the hall, and made her way out of the apartment building and onto the sidewalk.
Walking down the street, she felt a cool breeze blow past her, bringing relief from the stifiling August day. Warm rays from the sun danced on her face. She nearly walked past the post office, she was paying too much attention to the sensation of the day.
"Box 804", she instructed the guy behind the counter. He turned to unlock her P.O. box, then handed her her mail. She thanked him, then turned to go back to her home.
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Sora decided to make some ramen noodles before going through the mail, so while the food was cooking, she washed some of the dishes that had been left in the sink from breakfast. Finally, they were cooked, so she poured the contents of the pan into the bowl, found her black laquered chopsticks, and carried her lunch to the table. Kneeling in front of the table a little while later, she ate some noodles and looked at the first few items. A flower arranging magazine...Orders from customers, a letter from a distant relative...nothing really was that interesting. At least, not until she got to the last letter. It was addressed to her. And the return address.. she glanced at the name at the top left hand corner.. Sora couldn't believe what she saw
Yamato Ishida, the most sought after Pop Star in Japan, had written a letter.. to HER! Unbelieving, she opened the envelope, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Inside of it were three things; a letter, a ticket and a backstage pass. She decided to check out the letter first.
Hey Sora-
Please come to my concert on Saturday.
-Matt
Sora's eyes widended. "Of course I will," she murmered under her breath, even though there was nobody around to hear.
She had always liked Yamato, ever since her silly fourth-grade school girl crush so many years ago. But now it was different. She was older, 16 years old to be precise, and she loved Matt with all her heart... and now she was hoping. Hoping that.. maybe he felt the same way about her.
No A new thought was materializing in the back of her mind. She began to feel stupid. He probably sent the same thing to the other DigiDestined, trying to make a reunion, get them all back together. She frowned, planning to throw his message away.
Why? At least she'd be there. What did she have to lose?
I'll go, she decided. iJust in case/i
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Sora's gaze reflected back at her as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror. Instinctively, she reached up to brush a strand of hair from her honey colored eyes. As if she were under a spell, she continued to stare straight ahead.
"Sora...Sora...SORA?!?" Her mother's suddenly sharp voice drew her out of her trance.
"Y--yes mama?" Sora drew her attention back to reality. Whipping around she saw her mother standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.
"Honestly Sora, I've been asking you to get the mail for the past five minutes."
"Sorry mama, I'll go get it. I guess I was just letting my mind wander a bit too much." She slipped past her mom, down the hall, and made her way out of the apartment building and onto the sidewalk.
Walking down the street, she felt a cool breeze blow past her, bringing relief from the stifiling August day. Warm rays from the sun danced on her face. She nearly walked past the post office, she was paying too much attention to the sensation of the day.
"Box 804", she instructed the guy behind the counter. He turned to unlock her P.O. box, then handed her her mail. She thanked him, then turned to go back to her home.
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Sora decided to make some ramen noodles before going through the mail, so while the food was cooking, she washed some of the dishes that had been left in the sink from breakfast. Finally, they were cooked, so she poured the contents of the pan into the bowl, found her black laquered chopsticks, and carried her lunch to the table. Kneeling in front of the table a little while later, she ate some noodles and looked at the first few items. A flower arranging magazine...Orders from customers, a letter from a distant relative...nothing really was that interesting. At least, not until she got to the last letter. It was addressed to her. And the return address.. she glanced at the name at the top left hand corner.. Sora couldn't believe what she saw
Yamato Ishida, the most sought after Pop Star in Japan, had written a letter.. to HER! Unbelieving, she opened the envelope, her hands shaking uncontrollably. Inside of it were three things; a letter, a ticket and a backstage pass. She decided to check out the letter first.
Hey Sora-
Please come to my concert on Saturday.
-Matt
Sora's eyes widended. "Of course I will," she murmered under her breath, even though there was nobody around to hear.
She had always liked Yamato, ever since her silly fourth-grade school girl crush so many years ago. But now it was different. She was older, 16 years old to be precise, and she loved Matt with all her heart... and now she was hoping. Hoping that.. maybe he felt the same way about her.
No A new thought was materializing in the back of her mind. She began to feel stupid. He probably sent the same thing to the other DigiDestined, trying to make a reunion, get them all back together. She frowned, planning to throw his message away.
Why? At least she'd be there. What did she have to lose?
I'll go, she decided. iJust in case/i