Playing The Part
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. However, I do own all original
characters that make their appearance in this fic. (Although none appear in
this chapter…)
A/N: Less reviews for the last chapter, but I guess that's
because Fanfiction.net was offline for so long. Well, this chapter's less
angsty…and kinda short. O.o I'm sorry for the long wait, but I've been so busy
with my writing folio for school, I've got a lot going on right now. *sigh*
I'll write more soon, less Sorato in this though. Hopefully it'll keep all the
junkies going.
(*)(*)(*)
She slammed her locker shut, then, at the sound of a familiar voice, opened it again. Operation: Avoid Yamato was being put into effect.
"Ladies, please! I
just need to get to my locker!"
Ah, the ever-present
fangirls. She noticed there were less of them hanging on to his every word
today.
"Back off, okay? I
just need some space!"
And, from the sound
of it, he was mad. It couldn't be about last night's events…could it? Is he
angry with me? He had no right to be, after all, he was the one who
had kissed her. If anything, I should be angry with him
(*)(*)(*)
She was avoiding him.
Normally, she would have come over to say 'hi' and tease him about his fans by
now. Not today…he thought bitterly.
He wished the fangirls
would avoid him. He'd managed to chase most of them off, but the persistent few
remained. Unfortunately, that persistent few included…
"Yama-kun!"
…Jun He sighed, "What is it, Jun? I need to get to maths."
"Well," she began,
offering him a bright smile, "I heard your date with Sora didn't go so well
last night," she gave him an impulsive hug, "So, I wanted to remind you that
there are plenty of other fish in sea…and that I'm free tonight."
He saw red. She might
be Daisuke's sister, but she was possibly the single most annoying person on
the face of the planet, and he was going to let her know.
He slammed his locker
door shut and turned to face her, "Firstly, Sora is my friend, secondly,
my personal life is none of your business and thirdly, I wouldn't go anywhere
with you…even if you were the last person on the planet!" He yelled,
ignoring her startled look, "So would you please leave me alone!"
Tears welled in her
eyes and he watched with some satisfaction as she ran off crying.
The satisfaction
faded when he saw the reproachful look Sora was giving him from across the
hall. He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter, but it did. Kami…
he banged his head against his locker, ignoring the concerned tittering of the
remaining fangirls and feeling horribly guilty, Can't I do anything right?
(*)(*)(*)
He just had to
be in her maths class. She sighed, trying to concentrate on what
Sakoshita-sensei was saying and ignore the persistent taps on her shoulder. Doesn't
he ever quit?
"Sora!" Yamato
hissed, I have to make this right…somehow. If only she would acknowledge me.
He tried poking her with his pen again, grimacing in frustration when she
continued ignoring him. Ah, what the hell, she can still hear me, no matter
how hard she tries.
"Sora," his tone
turned pleading, and she told herself to be strong, "I'm sorry. I don't
know what happened last night. I just…" he paused for thought, "It was stupid
of me and…don't be mad, Sora. I know I haven't been a good friend lately, but-"
"Mr Ishida! Do you
have something to share with the class?"
He found himself
looking up at his glaring teacher, "I – uh…"
Sakoshita-sensei's
scowl deepened, "I'd advise you to move over there," he pointed to a desk near
the front of the room, "So that Miss Takenouchi can actually get some work
done."
With a sigh, Yamato
picked up his books.
(*)(*)(*)
"What should I do?" Yamato wailed, pacing across the room, eyes glued to the floor.
Taichi's fist caught
him by surprise, sending him flying. "What was that for, baka?" He demanded
angrily, rubbing his cheek and raising his fists.
"That was for
kissing Sora," Taichi moved towards Yamato threateningly, "And the next one is
for being so stupid!" he shouted, taking another swing.
Yamato ducked, only
to have Taichi's other fist connect with his stomach. "Sora's not just another
one of your airhead fangirls," Taichi hissed, "You can't just screw around with
her emotions like that, what kind of friend are you?"
Yamato was gasping
for breath, "I didn't," he managed to protest, "It just happened!"
Taichi looked at his
friend suspiciously, "Why'd you do it?"
The blonde haired
teen was still doubled over in pain, but he managed to glare at his supposed
'friend', "I don't know! She just looked…" he trailed off, blushing.
Taichi lowered his
fists, looking at his friend with interest, "Looked?"
"It's nothing,"
Yamato replied quickly, blushing a deeper shade of red. There was no way he was
going to tell Taichi that he'd thought Sora looked beautiful that night,
with her brown eyes sparkling.
"I don't think so,"
Taichi was smirking now, enjoying his friend's embarrassment, "You're going
quite red, Yamato."
In fact, if it was
possible to go even redder, Yamato would have. I just had to open my big
mouth, didn't I? Stubbornly, he shook his head.
"Tell me," Taichi
teased in a singsong voice, "Or I'll tell everyone about how I kicked the great
Ishida Yamato's ass!"
"Nani?! You didn't
kick my ass, you caught me by surprise!" Yamato yelped.
"Well, who're they
gonna believe, a pretty boy wimp like you, or the captain of the soccer team?"
Yamato straightened,
"You couldn't kick a flea's ass!"
"Oh yeah?" Taichi
raised his fists again, "You're on! If I win, you tell me how Sora looked…"
"And," Yamato said coolly, "If I win, you shut up about this."
"Deal," Taichi stuck
out his hand and Yamato shook it.
(*)(*)(*)
A/N: Eh, boys will be boys. This is really a filler
chapter. Who will win? insert evil laughter I know, do you? I promise
there'll be more Sorato in the next one. This was more Yamato than anything.
O.O;; Okay, well, review! Sign the GB! Do something! . Ja!
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