Hi, I'm new to Digimon fan fiction, but I like the pairing of Sora and Yamato so I decided to make a fic for them, and my friend told me to write one. This is of course AU, please treat my ficcy nicely I have no clue what went through my mind when I thought of this. The rating might change later on.

Digimon does not belong to me, it never will, unless... Never mind it never will.

The poem/song is not mine either, Trish Thuy Trang, an Asian singer if you all are not familiar to her, sings it. The song is called 'My Destiny'.



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First meeting



"The delicate, colorless white rose is a rare flower and is not commonly found anywhere but luxurious places, and yet I spot one here. One little one that stands out from all other flowers and shines brightly above all. How I wish to lay one single touch to the delicate face, I love her so."

The man, whom was reading the small paragraph, let out a small sigh he closed his eyes, letting the poem sink in. Opening them once again he spotted a petite girl sitting in front of him and keeping an intense stare at him with her scarlet eyes. It seems as though the girl was somehow drawn to his deep yet smooth voice. How his seductive voice still lingered in her ear made her shiver.

The stranger to the young girl suddenly felt uneasiness; he didn't know that such any beings were near him, let alone a child. He always could detect when a person was around, but why not this little girl? He looked at her delicate features and her cheerful smile and without a thought, reached out to gently stroke her porcelain face.

"Hi there." He said while brushing a strand of her silky crimson hair away from her soft face. The little girl giggled and touched his hand with her own.

"Your hands are cold." She stated and let go of his hand and sat herself down beside him in the dark shade of the willow tree.

The girl studied this stranger. Usually she wouldn't approach one, but he was different. While her conscious told her to run away because of all the rumors of pedophiles in the town, where they would take the girls and run off to do whatever they would like to them. Her heart was calm and made her mind feel that this man was no harm to her. His golden hair still shined in the shade, which made her admire him. His deep sapphire eyes looked back at her with same look that she was giving him. He was dressed in black attire that made her conscious ready to run and scream because of the chilling aura that surrounds him.

The young man fixed his azure eyes on the young spirited girl, longing to touch her again, just so he can feel her soft face all over again. It made him feel so alive again, yet it was so long ago, before fate screwed him over and made him what he was. He never had made contact with a human without somehow harming them. He should be honored to be such a powerful person, yet wherever he goes; he could always smell the sickening stench of death. People feared him, yet some morbid mortals worship him.

"What were you reading?" She asked in an innocent tone that shook him off from his reverie. This child was so pure that he wanted to leave and never lay his eyes on her again. It was so clear she wanted to befriend him, but if he did she would one day fall deep into his dead soul and there she will despair.

Closing the book he faced the young girl and looked into her fiery red eyes that were dancing with life, unlike his, which was dark and misty.

"A poem a dear friend long ago told me; he was really in love." He answered her young curious mind. She played with her lips trying to figure out a topic to say and being as young as she is, she might have not known much about manners.

"How old are you mister?" She asked looking up at the surprised face of the young man. Not many people would ask him that, but he smiled and gave out a short laugh. "If I told you, you probably won't believe me." He said while placing his book aside. The girl looked at him strangely and shook her head as in saying that she'd understand.

"Father said that you must listen before you judge." She stated giving out a cute little face that she seemed to always make. The young man can only chuckle and then gave up to the young girl's inquisitive mind.

"I'm over 10 million years old." He said giving the girl a small smile and expected for her to say that he was a liar but she only stayed quiet for a little moment.

"That's old." She finally spoke, breaking the momentarily silence.

The young man laughed and gently patted his hand on her head. "Do you believe me?" He asked in an amused tone. "Shouldn't I?" She asked, she was so ingenuous, such a pure young girl. He smiled and brushed some hair away from her forehead with his thumb and kissed it with his icy lips. The girl closed her eyes and quivered.

"You're special you know that?" He asked the girl. She nodded and played with her dress. "My mother told me I was special before she went to heaven and joined god." She told him while smiling. The young man flinched at her words but took a deep breath and looked back at the little girl whom seemed to put a spell under him. He felt so attached to this girl after only their small conversation.

A white daisy that had a few dewdrops sliding down its smooth petals met his gaze. "For you." She said, with a little blush on her face. She just spotted it in the sunlight and wanted to give it to her newfound friend. He hesitantly reached out to receive the gift, but as soon as his hands came in contact with its stem, the daisy withered and died as its petals fell lifelessly onto her dress.

He withdrew his hand instantly upon seeing the little girl's face in shock. He hid his hands under his black velvet cape hoping never to touch another beautiful living creature, or else he might watch it die once again. Getting up and ready to leave he froze when small hands grabbed onto his cape and beckoned him to stay.

"It's okay. It would of happened to anyone." She said giving a hopeful smile that he would not depart. The young man's heart melted at her face and sat back down, leaning against the weeping willow tree.

"My name is Sora. What is yours?" She announced proudly. Sora, the meaning of her name was such a place he only longed to go, but he could only dream and reach for it; such a cruel fate that his would be. The young man searched through his mind thinking of a fake name to tell this young girl.

"Yamato." He simply said, smiling at her and gently picking her up to let her sit on his lap. "It's a pleasure to meet you m'lady." He said taking her hand and kissing it like a gentleman would. He looked at the book in his hand. "Do you want me to read you another poem?" He asked her. She nodded instantly as he flipped open the old leather covered book.



Moonlight high above the trees

Such a peaceful might it is

By myself, I'm sitting here

The memories are so clear

A love I could never reveal



There's a gentle swaying breeze

While my eyes are filled with tears

All the things I couldn't see

The love I still feel

I never thought you'd ever leave



Silently through all the years

My heart aches because you're not here

Took for granted you'd be here

I never showed I care

And now you're only in my dreams



All the time I could never heal

What I've lost and what I feel

You were taken far away

And now it's just too late

And fate has sealed my destiny



Sadness cuts my heart so deep

What a life it could have been

By my self in disbelief

With misery and grief

This never was supposed to be



Twilight glimmers in the stream

Soon another day begins

Wishing you were here with me

To share new memories

And all the secrets that I keep.



Time went past so soon and he found she was asleep peacefully on his lap. He stroke back some strands of hair and heard incoming voices. He quickly laid her on the ground and covered her with his cape. Kissing her forehead one last time before his exit, he placed a blood red pendant around her small neck, as it glowed its final glow, it secured around her neck, unable to be removed by any mortal.

Yamato then quickly left the sleeping Sora for her peers to find her with very heavy guilt weighing down in his chest.



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I'm sorry for the short chapter, but I couldn't go on any more. My birthday is in 3 days and I'm just too excited. Please read and review! I really enjoy reading them; it inspires me to write more.

By for now,

Love,

Bittersweet ^_~