Playing The Part

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.

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Chapter Six : Strained Relations

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

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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?

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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.

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"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.

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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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