Playing The Part
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characters that make their appearance in this fic. (Although none appear in
this chapter…)
A/N: Thanks for all the nice reviews, guys! Silver
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going through. ^.^()
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She felt the world tilt, the feel of his lips was,
simply put, amazing. I didn't expect him to follow through… Then the
thought was swept away in a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated emotion. She
didn't understand what she was feeling, nor did she want to. For now, this was
enough, being close to him, kissed by him, this was what she wanted. Slowly, a
new thought surfaced, hitting her like lightning, 'This is all a joke to
him…'
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He was surprised when she pulled away. The kiss
seemed far too short, incomplete. He stared into shimmering auburn eyes, Are
those tears? The enormity of what he had just done hit him, Baka! What
were you thinking?! He screamed inwardly, opening his mouth to say
something, anything, "Sora, I-I didn't mean-"
"I think, you should go."
Five simple words, and they cut him to the bone. He
hung his head, What have I done? "Okay," he whispered, voice filled with
remorse, "If that's what you really want."
She stared at his retreating figure, blonde hair
highlighted by the harsh overhead lighting. His hands were deep in his pockets
and his entire posture screamed 'upset'. Him leaving was the last thing he
wanted, but she couldn't call out, couldn't stop him. Why? She asked
herself, Why can't I? I want to, so why can't I? Because it hurt,
because she was confused, because she wanted to be alone, because- excuses
filled her mind and when she looked up again, he was gone.
(*)(*)(*)
He leaned against a
tree, mind going a mile a minute. She'd kicked him out. She'd kicked him out
and he wasn't the least bit surprised. What were you thinking? Therein
lay the problem, he hadn't been thinking, just acting on instinct. "Stupid," he
muttered, kicking the hapless tree, "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
He didn't even know who he was madder at, himself for being an idiot, or her, for not accepting- What? he asked himself bitterly, Not accepting my love? Did he even love her? He certainly cared for her, enough to want to kiss her, enough to follow through on that selfish desire. But love? Ishida Yamato in love? It was doubtful, he didn't believe in that. His parents had been in 'love', look where it had gotten them; a divorce, a child per parent, a divided family. No, love wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
He sighed, Sora doesn't deserve that. Not to be hurt like his mother had been. Like father, like son, right? He cared about her too much to let her go through that. He wouldn't let her go through that. "Gomen nasai," he whispered softly into the breeze, ignoring the pain in his heart.
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She couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning, she felt tears forming in her eyes. Why did he do that? If he hadn't kissed her, she could have lived in ignorance of her feelings.
Even now, she didn't understand them; Yamato was supposed to be her friend. Period, full-stop, the end. Or so she'd thought. So, why do I want him to be something more? This could ruin their friendship for good, if not for him, then for her. She wouldn't be able to look at him and not remember those lips, soft and warm against hers. Sora felt her face grow warm, he was a good kisser. The moment replayed for the hundredth time in her head.
"I say, we rehearse that part."
She swallowed, "I-uh…Maybe, we
should…"
His breath caressed her skin softly and she caught a glimpse of his bright blue eyes before his lips touched hers. In moments she found herself in an almost perfect kiss that left her head spinning.
"Yamato…" she barely noticed the word leaving her lips. This was the last thing she needed; to turn into one of his overly-obsessive fangirls.
Why did I ask him to leave?
Everything would be okay if she hadn't reacted like that. They would have laughed, brushed it off as a joke…remained friends… She sighed, turning over in bed, I'm so stupid! Why did I do that? Why, why, why?
Seeing him flirt with the other girls would now break her heart. And he'll do it over and over again without realising… A tear squeezed out from under her shut eyelid.
She wished she could sleep, anything was preferable to going over this again and again in her head. This is all his fault…if he wasn't so perfect- No, she couldn't really blame him. She knew it wasn't really his fault. He didn't know her feelings, she hadn't known her feelings…until that kiss. Ugh! This is so stupid! I just want to get to sleep! Irritated, she threw back the covers and left the room in search of a drink. Hopefully, it would help clear her mind.
"Sora? What are you still doing up?"
"Just getting a drink, Kaa-san," she called, filling a glass with water.
"Don't stay up too late, okay? You've got school tomorrow," her mother replied.
"Yeah," she murmured, swirling the remaining water in her glass.
How am I going to face Yamato at
rehearsals tomorrow?
(*)(*)(*)
A single lamp illuminated the room, casting its glow
on a bent head, intently focused on the sheet of paper he was scribbling on.
Insomnia had set in, so he'd decided to work on his
music. Pausing for a moment, he strummed a chord on the guitar perilously
balanced in his lap.
He seriously doubted that he would sleep tonight,
thoughts of his own stupidity kept plaguing him. The chords he was playing sounded
disharmonious, they jarred in his ears, even the words weren't flowing in the
way they usually did. He threw the pen down, "What did I do?"
For the first time, Ishida Yamato realised how much
he needed his friends, Sora especially. His life would be empty if she wasn't
in it. Some friend I am. He glanced at the crest and tag of friendship
lying on the desk, next to his digivice. I never asked to be the
digidestined of friendship. I don't deserve it, and I never did.
He rested his head on his desk, What am I going
to do?
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A/N: This was probably the
hardest chapter I've had to write. Yeah, I threw out all the innocent flirting
and teasing…basically all the humour in this one. It's angst! I really
hope you guys like it. It's taken me ages to write and I think it's pretty
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