This is my first try at a Digimon story, moreover, a Sorato one. I just
want you to know that I don't own Digimon. Whoever thinks that I do, I
bless, but they're all idiots. (I used that before!!! COOL!! It striketh
again!!) Remember three things: these ages begin in Digimon 02, Digimon
never happened and turtles rule!
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School was out and as the bell rang blaringly, the students of Odaiba High School filed out of their respective classrooms. Every student was talking excitedly and glad that it was Friday. Would you believe, two whole days before they returned to their hellhole? For some reason that will be explained later, there were strange-looking stains on a large portion of the student body's uniforms. One can only wonder how they came to be. But one need not wonder long. Locker doors slammed and opened and people stepped onto buses that would take them home, complaining about the schoolwork they would have to complete.
One student, however, wasn't among these cheerful students heading home. Sora Takenouchi sighed and leaned back into the hard wooden chairs at the principal's office, watching all her happy colleagues in the window go by. She closed her crimson eyes and pushed back a strand of orange hair. She was quite a pretty girl, her body leanly athletic. It just wasn't fair. Aki started all of this. The secretary sat at her desk, typing away on her computer, clucking her tongue every now and then.
Sora waited for the principal to call her in. She must have been really creamed by that tray... The minutes ticked by and she started to recall what had happened earlier that morning, why she was in the dog pound in the first place…
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"Sora! Sora!" Akina Midori's voice loudly pierced her thoughts. Sora, startled, looked up from her book irritably and asked her friend, "What? This is the good part!"
Aki was exasperated, her angular eyes slanting angrily. "You've read that for about a million or two times, Sora, don't you think that it's all right if I just ask you to eat something? Your nose is just too stuck in that book of yours. I'm betting that we couldn't pry it out with a crowbar!"
Chloris Erato, the Grecian exchange student laughed softly. Her olive skin and dark hair had attracted many, but she always brushed them off because she was certain that they only went after her for her looks, not her personality. "Sora, you should pay more attention to what is going on around you. You may miss your lunch."
"Did you hear?" Aki squealed excitedly. "Rumor's going around saying that there are going to be two famous personalities coming to attend Odaiba High! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!!!" she cried.
Chloris was mildly interested, asking, "Which ones? There's a whole galaxy of stars out there."
Sora rolled her eyes and returned to her book, tuning her best friends out as she picked up where she left off in her book.
They were sitting at their table, eating lunch. Well, they were but Sora was busy reading her favorite book. Chaos, as usual, was going on around them before it gave birth to Gaea. (A/N: Hehe)
Typically, the cafeteria tables were distributed to the school types. There were the jock types, where they were all jostling each other for the best positions to gawk and hit on the cheerleaders at the next table, who were giggling in the usual empty-between-the-ears way. There was the usual table were the nerds and the super-smart kids were, probably calculating how much calories they would obtain from the mystery meat loaf and toe-green jelly. The popular students inhabited the best part of the cafeteria, where the great open glass window was, showing a view of the spectacular gardens of Odaiba High. But as usual, they never really looked at the scenery. They took that table because it would give them the best view of whoever would fall flat on their faces into their lunch trays.
There was also the mystic-gothic-Satanists-to-be table, where black candle wax stains replaced the normal "special" sauce stains. Let's face it. The "special" sauce is probably road kill carrion placed in a blender. The table where music-lovers occupied was filled with erratically tuned scrapes and tunes.
Sora and her friends occupied the table where they weren't any bother to anyone. They weren't exactly loners, but they weren't totally extrovert either. Unnoticed, most of the time unless they happened to be unfortunate enough to cross the students who had 20-meter spikes up their butts.
School life, as usual.
Sora grudgingly put down her book and started to tentatively poke the jelly. It wiggled playfully, and that made her a little bit nervous about eating it. Was it alive? What kind of creature did the cafeteria lady put into this thing?
She stared at it and it seemed to stare at her. "You know what?" she announced to her friends, never taking her eyes off the supernatural jelly. "I don't think that I'm that hungry. Maybe I'll just sit this meal out and eat something at home." She moved her gaze to her friends. "Please?"
They frowned at her. "If we suffer, you suffer," Akina declared. "But you don't have to eat the jelly. I am not going to touch that thing, even if I had a ten-foot pole." She scooped up a bit of the wet meat with Sora's spoon and aimed for her.
"I'm NOT eating that, Aki!" Sora protested. "Yesterday's salad was fine, but their meat was gray! Grey! Of all things!"
"This is not gray, Sora dearest. It's green. Today is Green day."
Akina thrust her spoon at Sora's mouth, but Sora pushed her arm aside, the saucy meat flying towards… her book. Sora opened her mouth to scream in bloody agony as it splattered all over the meticulously cleaned and glossed cover. Aki's eyes were wide with apprehension. Sora's face looked ready to kill.
Sora glanced at her jelly, barely containing her rage, mentally apologized to it for what she was about to do and picked it up with a shaking hand and her knife with the other.
"I'm sorry, Sora!" Akina squeaked out, normally slanted eyes wide in staring at the plastic knife. "I…I…"
"Don't do it, Sora," Chloris whispered, yet her eyes were excited, goading her on. Well, there still may be hope for Chloris, after all. Who knows? There's still enough time…
Sora smiled at her. Aki let out a huge breath and inhaled again—
Just as Sora pitched the jelly at her open mouth, dumping it in with the precision of the best basketball player in the world.
She laughed at Aki's disgusted expression as Aki started to choke on the jelly in her mouth.
"IT'S DISGUSTING!!!!" Aki shrieked, thankfully not louder than the chaos going around. "SORA, I—I—I—" and fell to the ground in a faint, hitting the floor with a silent thud.
Sora and Chloris stared at her inert body, and then glanced at each other.
"She's faking it, right?" Sora asked her anxiously.
Chloris shrugged. "What was the knife for?"
Sora grinned. "Just to scare her for ruining my—" She let out a little scream as it dawned upon her. The sauce was drying on her book! She grabbed it quickly and started to scrub it viciously with her handkerchief. "No, no, no…" then she gave a sigh of relief as the hardened sauce cracked away.
"Hey, what happened to Aki?" One other of their friends, Shina Wang, asked them as she stared at Aki's body on the sticky cafeteria floor, placing her tray on the ground next to her as she bent down and examined her companion. "Is she all right?"
Sora and Chloris shrugged at the same time.
"Maybe we'd better check," Sora suggested as she and Chloris got off their seats and bent down to take a look at Aki.
Aki looked a little pale, but there was something about her face that got Sora wary. That smile wasn't there a while ago…she and Chloris looked up at each other at the same time, alarmed.
"AHA! GOTCHA!!!" Aki suddenly jumped up, grabbing some of Shina's food and hurling it at Sora. Sora gasped and ducked quickly as the hunk of meat flew past her head—
And splashed (A/N: Yes. Splashed. It wasn't that solid, after all) on Ekiro Meloki's braids, splattering all over her like a water balloon, causing her to drop her tray (Thank fortune that they were wrapped in plastic!). Simultaneously, Sora and her friends' eyes grew wide. Ekiro was NOT the kind of girl you'd mess with. She was a good six feet seven tall and two foot three wide. But that wasn't fat. It was bulk.
Ekiro reached up a hand and touched her hair. Sora gulped. Ekiro slowly turned around and saw their eyes as wide as swimming pools. She let out a little growl. Aki turned pale as Sora began to feel her legs trembling with the urge to haul butt.
"G-good morning, E-Ekiro," Chloris said brightly, but her voice was quivering with nervousness. "We, uh…we—"
"Oh, are you the ones who did this?" Ekiro rounded on us.
"I—I did it, but I was aiming for Sora!" Aki cried, pointing at me. "I'm really sorry Sora, Ekiro." As erratic Akina can be, she always knows when she has to act true.
I smiled uncertainly and shrugged. "We didn't really mean for it to hit you. We're sorry."
"Yeah," Ekiro said shortly. "You are sorry." She smiled evilly and picked up her tray, as the plastic had come loose. "And you're gonna get it."
She suddenly hurled the pie at Aki, who ducked and it hit the boy behind her. The boy staggered a bit, then he angrily threw his tray at us—basically, they started a food fight. Soon, everyone in the cafeteria was drawn into it. Food flew into the air and back, pelting innocent bystanders, thus enticing them to retaliate. The air was thick with cafeteria jelly, meat, pasta, sauce, fruits and trays. Juices, sodas, milk and other drinks were being squirted freely all over the room. Unluckily, there were miniature pies on the trays, coconut-flavored. Y' ever hear of pie in the face?
Just as Sora hopped up onto a table to hurl someone's tray at Chloris, somebody got her on the back of her head with a banana peel, and in doing that, caused her aim to go awry. So, as fate had it, the tray slammed full into the principal's face.
SPLAT!
"What is the meaning of this!!??" her furious voice roared.
Suddenly, everything stopped. People halted in the positions of hurling rice bowls at each other's faces and suddenly paled. The principal could be really nasty if she wanted to be. She was very free in giving backbreaking punishments and gave off detentions as a bat gives out echolocations.
Sora blanched, quickly hopping down from the table and landing gracefully. She shouldn't let innocent people take the blame. Aki couldn't afford to obtain any more detentions, as she had her entire schedule full of them that week before when the school carnival went into town, and Chloris couldn't stand to get a detention because the school in Greece was very strict and had high expectations for her.
Whereas Sora…
She softly cleared her throat, and in a vacillating voice, spoke out timidly, anxiously twisting her stained skirt between her two hands. "Um, Principal Suzuki, I'm—I'm the one who started this. I'm sorry."
Principal Suzuki eyed her angrily. "Yes. Come with me. I will ask of you the details later."
Sora sighed and followed the principal out the cafeteria door.
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Sora leaned back and absently brushed green strands of pasta off her green uniform's sleeve. She started to hum softly to ease her tension. Would she get into trouble? She kept telling herself that she did the right thing, otherwise the lives of her friends would be ruined, some way or another. She glanced back at the wide window and saw Aki, Chloris and Shina waving at her and holding up a sign that had a "We're sorry!" scribbled onto it. She chuckled softly and smiled at them, forgiving them. They looked relieved.
"A-ahem," a stern voice suddenly cleared its throat. It was the secretary. She stopped typing at her computer and looked straight at Sora as she stood up and held the door open for her. "Miss Takenouchi. Principal Suzuki would like to speak to you now. You may come in."
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BUMBUMBUMBUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!! What'll happen to Sora? Is she in for it? And one more thing—where's Matt? Well, the next chapter is already done and over with, and I'm not putting it on until I either feel like it or get enough encouragement. Will the nice peoples please review???
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School was out and as the bell rang blaringly, the students of Odaiba High School filed out of their respective classrooms. Every student was talking excitedly and glad that it was Friday. Would you believe, two whole days before they returned to their hellhole? For some reason that will be explained later, there were strange-looking stains on a large portion of the student body's uniforms. One can only wonder how they came to be. But one need not wonder long. Locker doors slammed and opened and people stepped onto buses that would take them home, complaining about the schoolwork they would have to complete.
One student, however, wasn't among these cheerful students heading home. Sora Takenouchi sighed and leaned back into the hard wooden chairs at the principal's office, watching all her happy colleagues in the window go by. She closed her crimson eyes and pushed back a strand of orange hair. She was quite a pretty girl, her body leanly athletic. It just wasn't fair. Aki started all of this. The secretary sat at her desk, typing away on her computer, clucking her tongue every now and then.
Sora waited for the principal to call her in. She must have been really creamed by that tray... The minutes ticked by and she started to recall what had happened earlier that morning, why she was in the dog pound in the first place…
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"Sora! Sora!" Akina Midori's voice loudly pierced her thoughts. Sora, startled, looked up from her book irritably and asked her friend, "What? This is the good part!"
Aki was exasperated, her angular eyes slanting angrily. "You've read that for about a million or two times, Sora, don't you think that it's all right if I just ask you to eat something? Your nose is just too stuck in that book of yours. I'm betting that we couldn't pry it out with a crowbar!"
Chloris Erato, the Grecian exchange student laughed softly. Her olive skin and dark hair had attracted many, but she always brushed them off because she was certain that they only went after her for her looks, not her personality. "Sora, you should pay more attention to what is going on around you. You may miss your lunch."
"Did you hear?" Aki squealed excitedly. "Rumor's going around saying that there are going to be two famous personalities coming to attend Odaiba High! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!!!" she cried.
Chloris was mildly interested, asking, "Which ones? There's a whole galaxy of stars out there."
Sora rolled her eyes and returned to her book, tuning her best friends out as she picked up where she left off in her book.
They were sitting at their table, eating lunch. Well, they were but Sora was busy reading her favorite book. Chaos, as usual, was going on around them before it gave birth to Gaea. (A/N: Hehe)
Typically, the cafeteria tables were distributed to the school types. There were the jock types, where they were all jostling each other for the best positions to gawk and hit on the cheerleaders at the next table, who were giggling in the usual empty-between-the-ears way. There was the usual table were the nerds and the super-smart kids were, probably calculating how much calories they would obtain from the mystery meat loaf and toe-green jelly. The popular students inhabited the best part of the cafeteria, where the great open glass window was, showing a view of the spectacular gardens of Odaiba High. But as usual, they never really looked at the scenery. They took that table because it would give them the best view of whoever would fall flat on their faces into their lunch trays.
There was also the mystic-gothic-Satanists-to-be table, where black candle wax stains replaced the normal "special" sauce stains. Let's face it. The "special" sauce is probably road kill carrion placed in a blender. The table where music-lovers occupied was filled with erratically tuned scrapes and tunes.
Sora and her friends occupied the table where they weren't any bother to anyone. They weren't exactly loners, but they weren't totally extrovert either. Unnoticed, most of the time unless they happened to be unfortunate enough to cross the students who had 20-meter spikes up their butts.
School life, as usual.
Sora grudgingly put down her book and started to tentatively poke the jelly. It wiggled playfully, and that made her a little bit nervous about eating it. Was it alive? What kind of creature did the cafeteria lady put into this thing?
She stared at it and it seemed to stare at her. "You know what?" she announced to her friends, never taking her eyes off the supernatural jelly. "I don't think that I'm that hungry. Maybe I'll just sit this meal out and eat something at home." She moved her gaze to her friends. "Please?"
They frowned at her. "If we suffer, you suffer," Akina declared. "But you don't have to eat the jelly. I am not going to touch that thing, even if I had a ten-foot pole." She scooped up a bit of the wet meat with Sora's spoon and aimed for her.
"I'm NOT eating that, Aki!" Sora protested. "Yesterday's salad was fine, but their meat was gray! Grey! Of all things!"
"This is not gray, Sora dearest. It's green. Today is Green day."
Akina thrust her spoon at Sora's mouth, but Sora pushed her arm aside, the saucy meat flying towards… her book. Sora opened her mouth to scream in bloody agony as it splattered all over the meticulously cleaned and glossed cover. Aki's eyes were wide with apprehension. Sora's face looked ready to kill.
Sora glanced at her jelly, barely containing her rage, mentally apologized to it for what she was about to do and picked it up with a shaking hand and her knife with the other.
"I'm sorry, Sora!" Akina squeaked out, normally slanted eyes wide in staring at the plastic knife. "I…I…"
"Don't do it, Sora," Chloris whispered, yet her eyes were excited, goading her on. Well, there still may be hope for Chloris, after all. Who knows? There's still enough time…
Sora smiled at her. Aki let out a huge breath and inhaled again—
Just as Sora pitched the jelly at her open mouth, dumping it in with the precision of the best basketball player in the world.
She laughed at Aki's disgusted expression as Aki started to choke on the jelly in her mouth.
"IT'S DISGUSTING!!!!" Aki shrieked, thankfully not louder than the chaos going around. "SORA, I—I—I—" and fell to the ground in a faint, hitting the floor with a silent thud.
Sora and Chloris stared at her inert body, and then glanced at each other.
"She's faking it, right?" Sora asked her anxiously.
Chloris shrugged. "What was the knife for?"
Sora grinned. "Just to scare her for ruining my—" She let out a little scream as it dawned upon her. The sauce was drying on her book! She grabbed it quickly and started to scrub it viciously with her handkerchief. "No, no, no…" then she gave a sigh of relief as the hardened sauce cracked away.
"Hey, what happened to Aki?" One other of their friends, Shina Wang, asked them as she stared at Aki's body on the sticky cafeteria floor, placing her tray on the ground next to her as she bent down and examined her companion. "Is she all right?"
Sora and Chloris shrugged at the same time.
"Maybe we'd better check," Sora suggested as she and Chloris got off their seats and bent down to take a look at Aki.
Aki looked a little pale, but there was something about her face that got Sora wary. That smile wasn't there a while ago…she and Chloris looked up at each other at the same time, alarmed.
"AHA! GOTCHA!!!" Aki suddenly jumped up, grabbing some of Shina's food and hurling it at Sora. Sora gasped and ducked quickly as the hunk of meat flew past her head—
And splashed (A/N: Yes. Splashed. It wasn't that solid, after all) on Ekiro Meloki's braids, splattering all over her like a water balloon, causing her to drop her tray (Thank fortune that they were wrapped in plastic!). Simultaneously, Sora and her friends' eyes grew wide. Ekiro was NOT the kind of girl you'd mess with. She was a good six feet seven tall and two foot three wide. But that wasn't fat. It was bulk.
Ekiro reached up a hand and touched her hair. Sora gulped. Ekiro slowly turned around and saw their eyes as wide as swimming pools. She let out a little growl. Aki turned pale as Sora began to feel her legs trembling with the urge to haul butt.
"G-good morning, E-Ekiro," Chloris said brightly, but her voice was quivering with nervousness. "We, uh…we—"
"Oh, are you the ones who did this?" Ekiro rounded on us.
"I—I did it, but I was aiming for Sora!" Aki cried, pointing at me. "I'm really sorry Sora, Ekiro." As erratic Akina can be, she always knows when she has to act true.
I smiled uncertainly and shrugged. "We didn't really mean for it to hit you. We're sorry."
"Yeah," Ekiro said shortly. "You are sorry." She smiled evilly and picked up her tray, as the plastic had come loose. "And you're gonna get it."
She suddenly hurled the pie at Aki, who ducked and it hit the boy behind her. The boy staggered a bit, then he angrily threw his tray at us—basically, they started a food fight. Soon, everyone in the cafeteria was drawn into it. Food flew into the air and back, pelting innocent bystanders, thus enticing them to retaliate. The air was thick with cafeteria jelly, meat, pasta, sauce, fruits and trays. Juices, sodas, milk and other drinks were being squirted freely all over the room. Unluckily, there were miniature pies on the trays, coconut-flavored. Y' ever hear of pie in the face?
Just as Sora hopped up onto a table to hurl someone's tray at Chloris, somebody got her on the back of her head with a banana peel, and in doing that, caused her aim to go awry. So, as fate had it, the tray slammed full into the principal's face.
SPLAT!
"What is the meaning of this!!??" her furious voice roared.
Suddenly, everything stopped. People halted in the positions of hurling rice bowls at each other's faces and suddenly paled. The principal could be really nasty if she wanted to be. She was very free in giving backbreaking punishments and gave off detentions as a bat gives out echolocations.
Sora blanched, quickly hopping down from the table and landing gracefully. She shouldn't let innocent people take the blame. Aki couldn't afford to obtain any more detentions, as she had her entire schedule full of them that week before when the school carnival went into town, and Chloris couldn't stand to get a detention because the school in Greece was very strict and had high expectations for her.
Whereas Sora…
She softly cleared her throat, and in a vacillating voice, spoke out timidly, anxiously twisting her stained skirt between her two hands. "Um, Principal Suzuki, I'm—I'm the one who started this. I'm sorry."
Principal Suzuki eyed her angrily. "Yes. Come with me. I will ask of you the details later."
Sora sighed and followed the principal out the cafeteria door.
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Sora leaned back and absently brushed green strands of pasta off her green uniform's sleeve. She started to hum softly to ease her tension. Would she get into trouble? She kept telling herself that she did the right thing, otherwise the lives of her friends would be ruined, some way or another. She glanced back at the wide window and saw Aki, Chloris and Shina waving at her and holding up a sign that had a "We're sorry!" scribbled onto it. She chuckled softly and smiled at them, forgiving them. They looked relieved.
"A-ahem," a stern voice suddenly cleared its throat. It was the secretary. She stopped typing at her computer and looked straight at Sora as she stood up and held the door open for her. "Miss Takenouchi. Principal Suzuki would like to speak to you now. You may come in."
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BUMBUMBUMBUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!! What'll happen to Sora? Is she in for it? And one more thing—where's Matt? Well, the next chapter is already done and over with, and I'm not putting it on until I either feel like it or get enough encouragement. Will the nice peoples please review???