143
A songfic by King Weregarurumon
A/N: Never thought I would
write another songfic. I decided to past by FF.Net and look at my reviews,
something I do every couple of weeks. It's better than yelling at your computer
screen everyday because you didn't a review.
Anyways, like I said, it was a while since I last checked
my reviews, and was I surprised! I got a couple more reviews, nothing big
there. But it was where they were. A couple was to Prune Juice, some to Shudder,
but a majority to Let's Get Married! I never considered it all that great, but
you guys proved me wrong! So moved by this, I decided to make a sequel of
sorts! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I so wish I owned Digimon. Then I could be watching my cutie
Renamon in action! I also don't own the song 431 by Musiq Soulchild. Yes,
that's how he spells it. My spell check is already giving me enough problems
-_- He's a great artist, check him out!
How many times have I called
While you were working
Just to say
Left messages in our answering machine
About three or four times a day
"Yolei! Hold still!" Sora scolded. Taking a tape
measurer, she quickly measured the size of Yolei's arm. She memorized the
measurement and quickly moved on to her leg. "Do you want done quickly, or done
properly?"
"Right now, I don't care," Yolei mumbled, her legs
growing numb from standing so long. She lazily flipped a violet lock behind her
shoulder and huffed loudly, causing Sora to glare at her again.
"Yolei! Would you stop that? Stop being such a baby! I'm
almost done!" Sora again reprimand, careful to not prick her tongue with the
pins she held in her teeth. She measured Yolei's waist, and stared at the
measurement in amazement. "I'd hate to tell you this Yolei, but you might want
to lay off the chocolate covered rice balls for a while."
"Sora! You know that I'm pregnant! It's not my fault!"
Yolei countered, loudly at that. She angrily held up her arms so that Sora
could measure her from the shoulder down.
"Wow Yolei. You're really getting tall!" Sora exclaimed.
She measured from Yolei's shoulders down to her hips, then tossed the tape
measurer away. "All done! You can get down now."
"Finally!" Yolei said, eagerly stepping off the little
rise. She gingerly massaged her back and legs, a look of slight pain on her
face. She then said, in a joking tone, "You shouldn't let a pregnant woman
stand for so long. I heard it's bad for the baby."
"Eh," Sora replied casually. She sauntered over to a lone
chest against the wall, pulling out a pen out of her worn blue jeans. Picking
up an old dilapidated notepad, she jotted down the measurements she has just
taken.
"Sora, I really have to say. I'm so envious of you! You
and Matt got this great apartment for such a great price, while Ken and I pay
double what you do!"
"It's not all that great. The plumbing's horrible, and
the phone always disconnects at the worse times. Besides, at least you and Ken
could pay double. We barely get by with what we earn, and forget about wants."
Yolei noticed the melancholy tones in her friends voice.
She gently touched her friend's shoulder, then said in her bubbliest voice,
"Don't worry about it. Ken and I went through some rough times too, but it got
better. We haven't saved two worlds for nothing!" Sora gave a weak smile
"Thanks Yolei. I needed that." With that said, Sora
walked in the direction of her kitchen. "What do you want to eat? I have some
leftover chow mein, but I could whip up something quickly."
"Right now, I have this inane craving for chocolate
covered stir fried shrimp and rice, but I think chicken will do," Yolei
replied.
There aren't many more ways
So I'll say numerically
From my heart to you – 143
Sora stared at her friend, who was currently wolfing down
her meal of chow mein. Knowing that she was pregnant, Sora gave her the greater
half, but still…
Yolei paused in her consumption with a questioning look
on her face. "Sora?" she asked.
The question broke Sora's trance, sending a slight flush
on her face. "Yeah Yolei?"
"Are you going to finish that?" asked Yolei, her noodle
covered chopstick pointing at Sora's half filled plate. Sora pushed the plate
toward her, and watched as Yolei speedily devoured the food off the plate.
"I hope that satisfied your monstrous appetite," Sora
joked, as Yolei set down her chopsticks. "Because there's nothing left in the
house, unless you decided to become a cannibal."
Yolei simply stuck out her tongue at Sora, who laughed at
the gesture. Yolei's eyes then noticed an apple, and she moved on to eating
that. Sora rolled her eyes, and picked up the dishes from the bare table. She
placed them in the sink and picked up a sponge to start her cleaning. In the
midst of her cleaning, the phone rang.
"Yolei, could you get that for me? My hands are wet,"
Sora yelled to Yolei. There was no response, and the phone continued it's
ringing. "Yolei, please get the phone!" Sora shouted, with a little more force
this time.
"Alright, alright! Don't rush me!" Yolei responded, her
mouth full of food. There was another silence, and Sora could hear Yolei
conversing with the person. Out of the corner of her hazel eyes, she saw Yolei
waddle toward the kitchen, phone in hand.
"Who is it?" Sora asked while drying off her hands on a
nearby towel. Yolei tossed the phone to Sora, who caught it with ease.
"It's your lover man. He was quite mad when he realized
that it was me and not some Austrian masseuse who decided to drop by." Yolei
smirked, her smile stretching from ear to ear.
Sora flushed again, this time it was stronger. Tucking
her ginger hair behind her ear, she placed the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hello Sora."
"Hi Yama – Sama!"
"You're lucky I love you so much, or you would be in such
trouble. You're the only person who can get away with calling me that."
"Like that Austrian masseuse?"
"Ha, ha. You two are s-o-o-o-o-o-o clever!"
"The joke's on you Matt. That was all Yolei's doing!"
"Is that so? Remind me to torture her children when they
visit."
"No way! The last thing I need is some kids clutching to
my legs because my crazy husband is trying to scare them!"
"I won't go that far. I promise."
"Sure. Now to the real deal!"
"Which would be?"
"Why are you calling me?"
"I'm your husband, remember? I think it's required that I
show you some affection daily."
"Yeah, but you're drowning me in it! It's only 2 o'clock,
but you called me 10 times already!"
"So?"
"So?! Even you got to admit Matt, that's a lot!'
"So?"
"Matt! That's not funny!"
"Who's being funny? Besides, I love you, and I'm showing
you that I love you. Is that a crime?"
"Damn."
"What's wrong?"
"I hate when you're right. You always rub it in my face."
"How could I not? It's so
cute! Bye, Sora."
"Bye Matt."
So many times I've brought roses
Just to see that smile on your face
I can't remember how many e-mails I sent you
There aren't many more ways
In words that I can say
So I'll just say numerically
From my soul to you – 143
"Mimi, I'm so glad you came over. I look like a wreck,
don't I?" Sora asked tentatively. Mimi, curling her strawberry blonde hair with
her pinky, gave Sora a complete look over. In her jean shorts and orange
sleeveless blouse, Sora didn't exactly look her best.
(A/N: Yeah, she changed to
the long, silky, honey - colored hair at the end of the season, but she can't
curl that with her pinky, now can she?)
"Well, you're not a wreck, but you're not exactly a new
model either," Mimi concluded. Sora gave a giant groan, then collapse into her
coach.
"Exactly! Mimi, you so have to help me out here!" Sora
exclaimed, covering her face with a pillow. "Matt wants to go out to the
movies, but I have no idea on what to wear!"
"This from the girl who wants to become a fashion
designer? The fashion world is in trouble," Mimi quipped as she pulled, or
rather peeled her friend from her coach.
"You know that I can make clothes, but outside of that,
I'm lost!" Sora exclaimed. "I'd wear this, but the stares would eventually
drive me nuts!"
Mimi looked at how short the shorts were, and how tightly
they hugged her hips, and how tight the shirt was.
(A/N: 1). I'm not a pervert. 2). Sora's not a whore. She's at home, so she can
wear whatever the heck she wants!)
"I see."
"So, you'll help me out, right?" Sora asked hopefully,
her hands clasped and eyes begging.
"Of course! What else are girlfriends for?" Mimi replied,
flashing a peace sign and winking. "Well, let's start! Where are your clothes?"
Sora pointed to a dresser that was in the midst of
smaller furniture. Mimi, in fast, proud
strides, walked toward it and immediately started tossing clothes out of it.
"Too small… too large… too dull… too old… possible… possible… when hell freezes
over… possible… and …. possible," she mumbled to herself as she tossed blouses
and skirts one after another. "Okay Sora, we have four items that could work in
a situation like this; a light blue blouse with moderate cleavage, a black knee
length skirt, this forest green shirt with a flower on it, and a pair of loose
jeans."
"Oh! I forgot about that skirt! Pass it here, it's my
favorite!" Sora said excitedly, her shorts already on the floor. She slipped on
the skirt, at the same time saying, "I wonder why I put this away."
"How about a large hole in the back of it? That's a good
reason," Mimi casually answered. True to her word, a huge hole had been ripped
into the back of the skirt, showing off Sora's impressive backside.
(A/N: I repeat, I am not a
pervert. I'm allowed to elaborate on a character slightly to fit my story.
Besides, Kari's the only one with an impressive backside! I have proof!)
"Oh my gosh! Now I remember! Davis and Veemon came over,
and they used this to put out a fire I accidentally started!" Sora exclaim.
"I'm so glad you noticed, or I would have been in such big trouble!"
"Yeah, but it would have been really funny if I didn't!"
Mimi laughed. "Okay, with that out, you have the jean pants. Now, what blouse?"
"Well, the blue one is too nice for plain old jeans, so
pass the flower one," Sora stated. She pulled her top off, and tossed it into
her hamper, leaving her topless except for her bra.
(A/N: I am SO not a pervert!)
She then slipped on the flowered shirt, without even
disturbing her hair. She tousled her hair and let it cascade onto her
shoulders. "Well, what do you think?"
Mimi stared at Sora's face, then back at her shirt.
"Well, let's just say that it'll attract more than bees, a lot more."
Sora looked down at her shirt, and gasped. It looked
okay, but it was tight, and not in the way she wanted. It seemed like the
rhinestone beads on the shirt was ready to pop off!
(A/N: Why do I even try?)
Sora groaned again and threw the shirt off. "Mimi! Are
you sure there's nothing else in there?" Sora yelled, pointing at the dresser.
"Nope, not unless you like wearing shirts tighter than
that," Mimi casually replied, contentedly chewing on a stick of gum.
Sora stared at the floor glumly, until an idea hit her
hard, but not that hard. "Mimi! You're wearing the perfect top for me! Take it
off and give it to me! You can stay here and I'll give it to you when I come
back!"
Mimi glanced at her top, then it hit her too, but a
little harder. "You're so right! Here!" She pulled off the top and tossed it to
Sora, leaving her topless except her bra.
(A/N: My muse is such an
evil bastard…)
(Muse Notes: {This all came
from your sick mind, not mine.})
(A/N: Didn't you come from
my mind?)
(M/N: {…yeah… })
Sora picked up the cherry – pink top and started to put it on, when all of a sudden,
the door opened and Matt stepped in, a bouquet of white roses in his hands.
Both Mimi and Sora stood up in surprise, both of them forgetting that they were
topless excluding their bras.
"Hey honey. Thought I would come in early so we could
beat…" Matt started. He stared at both girls, eyes ready to pop out his skull.
"…the crowds."
"Hi Matt! How's it going?" Mimi said nervously.
"Fine, just… peachy." Matt answered, still tongue-tied
from what he was still watching. "Do you mind telling me what my wife and her
best friend are doing in my living room with just their bras on? If you don't
mind that is."
Mimi and Sora looked at each other, then screamed. Mimi
hid behind a chair, while Sora jumped behind the couch. "It's nothing Matt.
Mimi was just helping me get ready to go to the movies," Sora explained, still
behind the couch.
"So you take off your tops? Tell me next time, I'll
invite a bunch of guys, and we'll make a killing," Matt jested. Sora felt a
flush rise to her face. "Could you come out my wife? I understand Mimi, but
I've seen you like that before."
The blush on Sora's face reddened even more after that
comment. She put on the shirt, then came from behind the couch, a silly grin
fixated on her warm face. "Oh Matt, you got me roses! How romantic!"
It was Matt's turn to blush. "Well, I knew you like them,
and white ones are supposed to be more romantic-" he was interrupted by the
lips of his wife crashing on his lips, his eyes open wide. When she pulled
away, he was left breathless, and Mimi laughed in the background.
"Let's go, shall we?" Sora stated easily, wrapping her
arms around Matt's. She plucked the roses out of Matt's hand and tossed them
into a vase.
"Yeah… let's," Matt replied unsteadily, still getting his
breath back. With that, the two left the apartment, leaving Mimi all alone.
"Wow, that's the relationship I want when I get married!
Well, since I'm alone, maybe I should invite someone. Maybe Joe. Oh, maybe
Izzy! Or even better, the both of them!" She pulled her cell phone out of her
back pocket and started dialing.
Girl you know you are so special to me
And you deserve to be treated exclusively
I treat you like Valentines Day 365 a year
Make sure that everything you need will always
Be right here
I just refuse to be your typical ordinary run of the
mill
Garden variety lover
Sora pushed the shopping cart down the polished aisle of
the supermarket, the wheels squeaking ever so slightly. She picked up a box of
cereal, Honey Nut Cheerios to be exact, and dropped it on top of the other groceries.
She pulled out a tattered, brown sheet of paper, and started to read from it.
"Let's see… meat, check… noodles, check… cereal, check…
and now, some vegetables!" Sora happily exclaimed. She never really liked
shopping, and she was glad that the trip was almost over. She dashed over to
the vegetables and fruit aisle, almost losing control of the cart. She paced
herself and started down the aisle. She passed by the tomatoes, and picked up
some potatoes. She snubbed the zucchini, only because she knew they wouldn't go
with the fettuccini. She bagged several pears, knowing how well they could
flavor deer. She ignored the apples, hating how they tasted in Snapples. Finally,
she picked up some oranges and carrots, because they tasted so great.
(A/N: Why most of it rhymed,
I still can't figure out. If you can find something to rhyme with oranges or
carrots, you're welcomed to try and tell me.)
With her shopping finally finished, Sora ran to the check
out. Pulling out her purse, Sora counted out how much yen she needed. She
stopped in her counting when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned
around to face the person, but no one was there. She shrugged her shoulders,
then went back to counting her money. Well, that's what she would have been
doing, if she still had money. Her purse was still intact, only it laid void of
money. Sora lifted her head to see a figure clad in full black dashing away
from the scene, his clenched fist full of money.
"Stop him! He just robbed me!" Sora cried, already
starting in her chase. The figure in black cursed loudly and started to speed
up, ripping around the corner of the aisle. Sora U turned immediately, and ran
to cut her thief off. Sora ended up in the aisle all ready, but discovered that
her robber had climbed on top of the breakfronts, and was quickly making his
way toward the exit.
(A/N: You know what I mean!
The things in the supermarket that hold all the food and stuff!)
Sora cursed her bad luck, then ran after the thief. The
thief himself was bounding toward the door, when someone grabbed the culprit by
the back of the collar, and dragged him to the floor.
"I think the lady wants her money back buddy," the
stranger spat vehemently, pointing an accusing finger at the thief, "and I
think she deserves an apology!" The thief, still shaken by the surprise attack,
stood shakily to his feet.
Sora moved closer to where the two were, but the growing
crowd got in her way. She jumped, trying to peer over the heads of the crowd,
but to no avail. Out of all her short glimpse, she was only able to see a flash
of his eyes, a piercing blue.
"I think… I think you need to mind your business!" the
thief shouted, throwing all of his weight behind his rugged fist. The stranger
ducked the blow, and nimbly twisted it behind his opponent's back. A cry of
pain erupted from the throat of the robber as the stranger slowly added more
pressure.
"Mind my business? Now, why would I do a thing like that?
Besides, defending the defenseless is a great hobby to pursue!" the stranger
quipped, skillfully adding more pressure to the arm.
Sora's mind raced. I heard that before! In a movie, an
old one. Was it a martial arts, or was it a western? No, it was a western. But,
I don't like westerns. Wait! I was at home, and he brought it home! I made a
lot of popcorn! It was…
I'll make sure everyday you live will be like
I wanna make you feel fine
Just like a summer breeze
Cause I refuse to be your typical ordinary
Run of the mill
Garden variety lover
"Matt?!" Sora questioningly
exclaimed, making everyone turn around and face her, including Matt. The thief chose
that moment to reverse out of the move, and punch Matt squarely on the jaw,
sending him flying into a rack of magazines. He marched up to Matt and immediately
pulled out a pistol, finger ready on the trigger. Matt stared into the eternal
darkness of the barrel, his face draining of color. The thief motioned up with
the gun, still pointing it at Matt. Matt slowly rose to his feet, a Cosmopolitan
still on his head. The thief then motioned to Sora to come, and Sora consented.
"C'mon you two! Outside! Now!" he commanded, waving the
gun between the two. Both Sora and Matt complied, Sora holding onto Matt's hand
in fear. Matt squeezed her hand back, and smiled. His smile helped calm her
nerves, and her breathing start to slow down again. Matt motioned to his
pocket, and mouth something, something that Sora couldn't understand. But she
did understand what Matt was pointing to.
"Hey Chuumon! Start up the car! We got to get out of here!"
their capturer shouted. His digimon, a pink little rat gave him the thumbs up,
and moved back inside.
(A/N: This is after the
defeat of Marshmallow Myotismon, I mean MaloMyotismon. Everyone has a digimon
partner, and even this low life thief I made up on the spot -_-;; deserves
one!)
He savagely tossed the both of them into the back of the
decrepit jalopy and went inside himself. Although the front and back were separate
by a black barricade, the couple could hear where the conversation was going.
"I thought I told you to start up the car! What are you
doing? Trying to get me arrested again!?"
"Hey, don't yell at me! I tried starting this hunk of
junk, but it's busted! All the juice is all gone. I told you to get a new one,
but no one ever listens to the digimon…"
"Do NOT call Henrietta a hunk of junk! She's a classic,
and she got me this far, and I refuse to think that she would give up on me
now!"
"Believe me, this car gave up a long time ago! You
tortured this thing through its death!"
"This car has plenty of life in it!"
"What life? This thing is dead, kaput! Just haul it to
the junkyard, and steal something with class!"
A silence followed, a long silence. "That's it! Me and
you! Outside now! No one insults my car without regretting it!" Both doors
opened, then both slammed loudly as the thief and his digimon went to mortal
combat.
Chuumon and the thief snarled at each, their rage filled
eyes glaring at each other. Suddenly, Chuumon's ears drooped considerably. He
screamed in fear and ran away from the scene, screaming bloody murder. Our
thief chuckled loudly as he dusted his hands. "See? Everything's scared of me.
Every thin- ai yi yi!"
What's scaring our little thief? Let's see. A gangly,
buff form of about 7'0, with extremely large claws and feet, with a mouth full
of razor sharp teeth. Oh, let us not forget that he is extremely angry. That's
enough to scare anyone.
"Hello," the digimon simply said, kneeling to face the
man face to face. He grinned, showing off his pearly white razor sharp teeth.
"H-h-h-hi" the thief stammered, nervously shaking his
head.
WereGarurumon, as the digimon is revealed to be, pointed
toward the rundown jalopy. "Don't mind if I pull my friends out, do you?"
The thief looked at the jalopy, then back to
WereGarurumon. "T-t-t-those were y-you're friends? I-I-I never k-knew. G-go
right ahead," he shakily replied.
WereGarurumon walked over to the jalopy and forced his
hands inside, accidentally ripping off the roof in the process. "Whoops." He
carefully pulled out Sora and Matt, balancing them on his shoulders. He waved
to the thief, who in a stunned stupor waved back. As soon as WereGarurumon
left, he fainted, a goofy grin on his face and his eyes all swirled out.
"How? I mean, how did this all happen?" Sora questioned.
"Well, Matt decided to meet you here, and I tagged along.
We heard your scream, and he told me to wait outside if there was trouble. I
saw him come outside with you and some guy yelling at you," WereGarurumon
explained.
"That's when you pointed to your digivice!" Sora
realized. Matt nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah. That was the signal, but I'm still confused," Matt
confessed. "How did you reach the ultimate level?"
"Even I don't know the answer to that. I just felt an
extra source of energy from someone, and I used it to digivolve," WereGarurumon
said. "It had to be someone close to you, or I wouldn't be able to use that
energy," he concluded.
Matt looked lovingly into his wife's eyes. "Thank you
Sky, for giving me your energy. Never could have done it without you."
(A/N: Sora means 'sky' in
Japanese.)
Sora ran her fingers through her husband's thick blond
hair. "You're welcome. Now give me a kiss, you little rascal." The both of them
moved closer, letting their lips touch. They increased the passion of the kiss,
conveniently freezing time for them, their kiss transcending the senses.
See sometimes words may get in the way
Of things really really mean to say
Gets through to you
Cause listen
There aren't many more ways and words that I can say
So I choose to tell you how I feel in a numerical way
Got so tired of trying to find the most complicated
way
To say it to you so I simplified and broke it down
To 431 – and that means I love you
Done! Took me two days of none stop work, but I finished!
Might make another, but not anytime soon. Sorry if this seems shabby or crappy,
but I'm being rushed. See, I'm leaving for the summer on this Saturday, and I
won't be back for a while. This might be my last update ever, or not. I'll see
if I can fit in some writing time. If not, I'm sorry. Thanks to Kendra and
Flair, who wrote 'Lucky Charms'. When I was out of ideas, that zany fic always
inserts some good ones (even if they're not sane!) And thanks to everyone who reviewed
and enjoyed the first.