Playing The Part
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. However…I do like the
Sorato ending. But seriously, a word for Tolei: Yamato an astronaught??
What were you people thinking?!
A/N: Thanks for all the nice reviews! I'm glad you people
like this fic! Sorry about the wait, I'm on holiday…and I write this fic in
school. ^.^() That and I'm sick, the doctor told me I have a chest infection.
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(*)(*)(*)
"You want me to do what?!"
Takani-sensei sighed,
"Sora, it's not that hard, really."
She scowled, "You've
never seen me dance," stubbornly, she crossed her arms, "I'll make a complete
fool of myself!"
"Sora, you have
to! It's part of the play! Listen, it's going to be completely choreographed,
there'll be other people dancing on stage with you, it won't be that bad!"
Takani-sensei stared at his female lead pleadingly, wondering how he had
managed to secure such a stubborn cast.
He sighed, Ishida
Yamato was another problem, he watched the teenager saunter into the hall,
greeting other cast members and waving to the anxious fangirls who were
clustered outside squealing excitedly when their idol so much as looked at
them.
It had become obvious
after the first week of rehearsals that Yamato's fangirls were a distraction
the cast couldn't afford, especially when several of them were found hanging
from the lighting early one Saturday morning. They were now banned from the
rehearsal area, but the number of them that waited outside never ceased to
amaze the teacher, after all, Yamato wasn't that great, was he?
Takani-sensei sighed
again, he was getting a headache, "Sora… at least talk to the
choreographer, okay? It's only one dance and I really don't see why we should
re-write the scene just because you don't feel like dancing in front of an
audience."
Sora frowned, "Okay,
I'll think about it."
"Good," he smiled,
aware and relieved that the disaster was temporarily averted, "Can we get on
with this rehearsal? Lord Capulet…where's Masa?"
"He forgot his
script!" Someone called from the back, "He's run home to get it, said to go on
without him!"
Takani-sensei rubbed
him temples, it wasn't possible to go on without him, this scene consisted of
Lord Capulet and Juliet, no one else. He closed his eyes, trying to dispel the
pain in his head, this was going to be a long day.
(*)(*)(*)
"Sensei?"
"What now?" The
rather tense teacher raised the half smoked cigarette to his lips, inhaling
deeply.
"This can't be right," Yamato protested, waving his
script in the air, "Look at this!" He waved the book in front of the teacher's
face, almost knocking the cigarette from his lips.
"Mr Ishida, are you claiming that the playwright is wrong
in some way?" Takani-sensei asked incredulously, "What's the problem?"
"There's a kiss written into this scene!"
Takani-sensei sighed, emitting a cloud of smoke, "Mr
Ishida, this is the first of many kisses, get used to it!"
"What?" The teenager turned pale, "You don't expect
me to kiss, Sora?"
The teacher flicked the remaining stub of his
cigarette to the ground, grinding it out under his heel, "Surely you don't have
a problem with that, Mr Ishida? After all, you are the one with all the fans
are you not?"
"That's different!" The blonde protested, "Sora's my friend!"
"Mr Ishida, you will kiss her. You are playing
Romeo, she is playing Juliet, it's a part of the play. Now, I suggest that you
enjoy the remainder of your lunchbreak." He replied coolly, walking away.
"Damn it!" Yamato threw the script at a nearby tree,
wondering how it was possible that one play could cause him this much stress.
"Yamato?" She approached him half-warily, "Is
everything okay?"
He forced a smile, he really didn't want to upset
Sora again, plus it seemed a silly thing to be upset over. Friend or not, Sora
was a member of the opposite sex, and they were weird, if he told her
what was bothering him, she would more than likely get insulted, "I'm fine,
just a little stressed over all these lines we're meant to learn."
She laughed, "They're horrible, aren't they? I don't
even understand half of what I'm saying sometimes!" She paused for thought,
"Hey, are you doing anything tonight?"
He shrugged, running a hand through his messy blonde
hair, "Just band practise. Why, what's up?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to know if you wanted to get
together tonight and rehearse some of our scenes."
He raised an eyebrow, "Get together tonight, huh?
Sounds good."
"Baka!" She hit him with a book, laughing, "You're
so arrogant sometimes, Yamato!"
"Hey," he grinned, struggling to fend off her
attack, "You should watch how you phrase things! I'm a hormonally
charged teenage guy, a dirty mind is part of the requirement!"
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever," she hit him one
more time for good measure, "My place? Around eight?"
He smirked, "Sure, that gives us plenty of time," he
said, lowering his voice to a suggestive tone to annoy her.
Sora raised her eyebrows threateningly, "Run."
(*)(*)(*)
"Sora! Hey, Sora!"
She turned, not recognising the voice and regretting
the fact she hadn't as soon as saw who it was. Motimaya Jun wore a scowl on her
face. Sora sighed, "What is it, Jun?"
"What's this I hear about you and Yamato going out
on a date tonight?" She demanded, glaring at Sora, "You know he's mine!"
Sora was tired, she had been at school all day,
having classes and a two hour rehearsal after that, now, she had a shift at the
flower shop, Jun's overbearing attitude was the last thing she needed,
"Look, first of all, Yamato is my friend, so it's not a date and I can
hang out with him if I want to. Secondly, we're rehearsing our parts for
the school play and thirdly, he's not yours, Jun. I don't see your name
branded across his forehead, and even if it was, he's free to spend time with
whoever he wants!" With that, Sora pushed past the open-mouthed girl.
(*)(*)(*)
"Wait, you left her standing there?" Yamato burst
out laughing, "Man, I wish I had been there! I'd have loved to see the
look on her face!"
Sora mock-glared at him, then grinned, "Don't you
get sick of her following you around?"
Yamato shrugged, "Yes," he shuddered, "Like the time
she tricked me into a date."
She laughed, "And the time she followed you guys
when you went camping?" She reached over, patting Yamato's head, "Poor
Yama-kun, too many obsessive fans?" She cooed teasingly.
He sniffled, putting on his best sad look, "Yeah.
There's only so much of me to go around!"
She rolled her eyes, tossing the script at him, "You
hungry?"
"Not really," he replied, picking up the book and
flipping through it, "Which scene do you want to rehearse?"
Sora reached over and grabbed it from him, "The
balcony one, we're rehearsing it tomorrow. You're not supposing to use this
anymore, Yamato," she scolded.
He pouted, "But I need it!" He whined, "Can't
we use it this once?"
"No," she placed the book on the table, "You're not
allowed to use it tomorrow anyway."
"But I know I'll really need it," he paused
for a moment, looking up at her, "Weren't you making food?"
(*)(*)(*)
"…be but foresworn
my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet!" Sora paused, racking her brain for
the next line, "Uhh…" she looked at Yamato helplessly, "Prompt?" She asked
hopefully.
He smirked, waving
the book in front of her face annoyingly, "Uh…no? Whatever happened to: 'We're
not supposed to use it anymore, Yamato!'"
She scowled, lunging for the book and almost falling
off the sofa, which was serving as a makeshift 'balcony', "Yamato! How are we
supposed to rehearse? Give me the script!"
He laughed, "This is much more fun, besides, you
said -"
"Forget what I said! We need to rehearse!" Sora
yelped, falling off the sofa completely. She landed on her annoying friends and
snatched the book away from him.
Thinking quickly, he quickly flipped himself over,
trapping her under him, "We're not using the script," he repeated softly, "Be a
good girl and give it to me."
"I - uh…" She stared at him, feeling his breath on
her face, "No?" It came out more of a squeak than in defiance. He's so very
close…
He briefly wondered what it would be like to lower
his lips and kiss her, feel her lips against him. What are you
doing?! His brain was screaming at him, but he decided to ignore it,
"Y'know," Yamato continued conversationally, "There's a kiss written in this
scene," his breath quickened and he leaned in closer to her, so close that
their noses were almost touching, "I say, we rehearse that part."
She swallowed, "I – uh…" What is he doing? Is he
teasing me? She wasn't going to back down if he was, "Maybe, we…should -"
She was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers.
(*)(*)(*)
A/N: Does that qualify as a
cliffhanger? I've always wanted to write one of those! *grins* Aren't I evil? I
need lotsa reviews and people to sign my guestbook if you want me to continue!
Nah, I'll write it anyway, just cuz it's really, really, fun! ^.^ But I'd like
the reviews and signings. Enough Sorato for you peoples? Hope so. Well,
guess I better get started on the next chapter…and finish off my physics
assignment…Ja!
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Smabbi-chan
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