My first fic on Fanfiction.net! Well, here's my fic... It's a Sorato and
they're the only Digimon characters in it. Don't worry, this is only going
to be a short one, maybe three or four chapters.
Read and review, please?
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The Symphony - Chapter One by - Fallen-Angel
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"Sora!"
The shrill cry echoed off of the old wooden walls, creating a harsh sound to wake the dead.
"Sora! Get here this instant! Carissa spilled something!"
Out of a dark corridor, a young, tall auburn woman could be seen walking. She wore rags for clothes, stitches constantly sewn into them. Her hair was hastily tied back by a scrap of cloth and her eyes were full of boredom and sadness.
In front of the beautiful red head was a plump, old and ugly woman, makeup covering her face and pearls, rubies, and emeralds draping her balloon figure. Her clothes were brand-new, and obviously expensive. She stood there, impatiently tapping her foot and screaming.
"Sora! Could you be any slower? My dear, dear daughter has spilled something! Clean it up, you wench, before I beat you out of this house!!"
The auburn walked calmly into the kitchen, not shaken by the screaming going on behind her.
"I swear! Someday, you will outgrow your usefulness and I will throw you out of this house. Carissa could use the extra rooms you take up..."
Sora shook her head and rolled her eyes. She walked to the corner of the large kitchen and picked up the all-too familiar mop and bucket, full of rags and water.
"Sora! Jeez, how stupid can ya be? I spilleded duh milk and here you are, going as slow as you can go and that is slow, slow, slow!!" The girl, maybe only fourteen or fifteen, two years younger than Sora, was dressed in expensive clothing and jewels. She was a brunette, her hair wrapped up in a tight bun, not helping her already skinny and bony face.
The older girl just nodded and wiped up the spilt milk on the stone floor. As she cleaned, Carissa kicked the bucket over and the water flowed across the kitchen floor.
"Haha! Now you'll have to spend all morning cleaning that up while I meet my new tutor!" Carissa laughed and snorted and then skipped out of the room, leaving Sora sighing and wiping up the additional mess.
New tutor? Oh my... I really hope she's old and crinkly, otherwise.... Sora just trailed off at the thought.
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Over an hour had passed and Sora was just now finishing up the mess Carissa had made in the kitchen. She put the bucket and the mop back in their place and ran down the hall as quietly as she could, hoping that Aunt or Carissa wouldn't ask her for anything else.
Maybe now I can finish the book...
She smiled to herself and reached in her pocket, pulled out a key and unlocked the large wooden door in front of her. After making sure the door was locked again, she ran across the empty room and dropped herself on a large chair, picking up a book and continued to read.
'Glory never comes without danger,' the courageous knight told his comrade. 'That would be no fun, don't you think?'
Sora was so engrossed in her novel that she never heard the screams coming from the main hallway for her.
"Sora!"
She jumped slightly and then realized what was happening. She put her book down and walked, unhappily, to the door and down the dark hallway.
"I am so sorry, she usually isn't like this. Maybe I should just go get her.... Sora!"
The red head was curious as to who exactly this new tutor was. Maybe she can help me with my studies... she thought hopefully. She decided to get a quick good look before she was ordered around by her Aunt.
Quietly, she walked up to the swinging door, which was usually left open, and creaked it open slightly, only enough for her to see.
Standing in the doorway, with her Aunt and four of the house servants, was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had gorgeous cerulean eyes and perfect, wild blonde hair. He was well-dressed, but not in expensive clothes. He had an instrument slung around one shoulder and was carrying a leather rucksack on the other. His expression told Sora that he'd rather be stuck in a pig pen than in this snobby-aired manor.
Definitely not old and crinkly....
"Sora!"
The shout startled Sora out of her awe and she ducked out of the doorway and hit her head on the corner of the wall. Oww.... She put her hand on her head and tried to find any sign of blood. Happy that there was none, she walked silently out into the entryway. She kept her eyes low to the ground and tried not to look at the man.
"Sora!" her aunt yelled again. "Sora, you filthy..."
"I'm behind you, Aunt," she said, watching the man out of the corner of her eye as he stood, disbelieving of what he just heard. Poor man, she thought, he's not going to like it here... not that anyone does, of course...
"So you are. How many times do I have to tell you to not wear those rags around guests?!" the plump woman bellowed, unaware of the impression she was giving the guest.
"I haven't any other clothes, ma'am," she said, with a tone of boredom. Time to change the subject... "What shall I do to help your guest?"
The aunt's expression softened, but she still looked at Sora disdainfully. "Mr. Ishida will be joining the staff as dear Carissa's music tutor. Please show him to his room."
Sora shifted her weight uncomfortably. Now she's going to get mad... "There are no open rooms, Aunt," she said quietly.
"What do you mean 'there are no open rooms'?" She turned around and glared at Sora, her eyes burning with rage. "You stupid, incompetent creature! I should have thrown you out years ago, you ungrateful..."
"I wouldn't mind having to take lodge elsewhere in the village, ma'am," the man interrupted, his voice deep and sincere. Sora looked at him with gratitude and he winked. "It would be no trouble at all."
"Nonsense! Carissa needs her tutors near, so they may answer her questions and I won't have you spending your paycheck on an expensive inn!" She put a false smile on and almost seemed kind. "Sora, take him to the south wing. Let him have the rooms there."
Sora looked at the Aunt in anger and shock. "But that's my..."
"You can sleep in Carissa's old tree house," she snapped. "If you excuse me, Mr. Ishida, I have a lunch date to attend. Good day!" She huffily turned around and snapped her fingers at the frightened servants. "And please, Sora, don't batter the poor man. Right now he doesn't need any of your nonsense and poppy-cock." And then she was gone out the door.
Sora sighed, knowing she had been defeated once more. "Please, Mr. Ishida, if you would follow me..." she trailed off and starting walking down a long, dark corridor.
"Matt," he said.
She stopped and turned around to face him. "What?" she asked, not knowing what he meant.
"My name is Yamato Ishida. But just call me Matt. Mr. Ishida makes me feel so old." He smiled warmly. "I'm only guessing that you are Sora. A beautiful name, really."
She smiled and turned back around and resumed her walking, hoping that he hadn't seen her blushing. "Yes, thank you. This way," she said softly as she walked down the hall.
For a few moments, Matt followed in silence. He glanced around the dimly lit area and though it was a summer evening, he felt a chill tickle down his spine. "Excuse me, Sora, but you're not really going to sleep in a tree house, are you?" His tone was concerned, but he tried to hide his expression.
"I have to," she answered calmly. "Aunt won't remember she sent me there exactly, but if she finds me anywhere else, she'll kill me." She stopped in front of a large wooden door, elaborately carved with exquisite flying creatures and flowers. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a large brass key and opened the door. "This whole wing will be yours. There are two bed rooms, a sitting room and a bathroom. Please excuse me while I gather my things." She hurried off and Matt got a good look around.
This room, unlike the rest of the house, was warm and inviting. There were two large chairs in a corner of this sitting room, accompanied by a table. On top of the table was a beautiful tea pot and cups, obviously well used. The desk, slid against the other wall, was covered in papers, quills, and several books, spread about wildly, but neatly. A large bookcase stood next to the desk on that wall, crammed full of leather bound novels and such. The wall opposite him has a large, currently burning, fireplace, the mantel handmade. This room was beautiful and he could tell that the all-too-famous aunt had never gotten her hands on it. Everything was neat and tidy. He could only imagine what the other rooms looked like. He heard Sora rushing about as she gathered up her prized possessions.
"I can't just let her sleep outside... it is big enough and there are two rooms..." he mumbled to himself. Just then, Sora came out with a worn leather bag on her shoulder.
"Your meals will be brought to you here. You can play your music here as late and as loud as you please; there are no other rooms in this part of the house. You must clean up after yourself, because the housekeeper can't get in here." She walked over to him and pressed the key into his hand. He saw the depressed look in her eyes, but said nothing. "If you don't wish my aunt rummaging through your things, leave the door locked. That," she pointed to the key, "is the only key into this wing."
sora turned hastily around, not wanting to prolong this anymore than she had to. "If you need me I'll be..."
"Right here."
She stopped, a look of confusion on her face. She didn't even turn around to ask: "What do you mean?"
"Well... um... there are two rooms here, right? I mean, we can both live here in peace. I would be more than happy to give up a room to have some company. And I'm pretty sure you don't want to be sleeping in a tree house..." he stuttered and stumbled, his eyes kept low to the ground.
Sora smiled. Now I can keep studying! she thought excitedly. She turned on her heel and ran up to Matt and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much!"
Matt stood there, unmoving, unsure of what to do. He slowly wrapped his arms around her lightly. "Um, you're welcome, I guess."
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"No, no, no, Carissa! You're doing it all wrong. Hold your fingers over the keys like this..." He slid next to the young girl on the stool and positioned her fingers correctly over the ivory piano keys. "It's easier. Now try."
Matt tried not to cringe in pain when she slammed hard on the keys, creating a monster from the graceful instrument. "Um, okay. That's... that's enough." He pushed her hands off of the keys and closed the sheet music they were working on. "Just write... write a page on the history of the piano, alright?"
He rubbed his temple carefully as she skipped out of the room, happy to get out of lessons early.
"Seems like she needs some help," he heard a soft voice whisper behind him. He turned quickly to see none other than his roommate.
"Oh, and you can do better Sora?" he challenged sarcastically. The last three days in the manor had been hell for him. Carissa had hung all over him, and her mother seemed convinced that he wanted to marry the young beast. To make matters worse, the 'talented' student he thought he was going to tutor was nothing more than a toddler to music.
"Yes." She sat next to him and quickly played the slow beginning of a beautiful melody. Yamato watched in fascination as her fingers glided gracefully across the keys. She stopped abruptly and got up, walking back towards her work.
"How did you do that?" he asked surprised.
"Very carefully," she smiled.
Matt sat there for a few moments, thinking. Maybe... maybe he could teach Sora. but then again, she was just a servant in this house. Still, she had talent and if she hadn't been taught before that talent would be wasted on dirty floors and dishes.
The only bad thing was her Aunt seemed to hate her. Why was still a mystery to him.
"Just leave it, Matt. You've only got today and then you're off for the weekend. You can leave this hellhole and get some decent rest."
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Bad place to stop, but I ran out of ideas. Please read and review. I love to get feedback. Ja ne!
Read and review, please?
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The Symphony - Chapter One by - Fallen-Angel
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"Sora!"
The shrill cry echoed off of the old wooden walls, creating a harsh sound to wake the dead.
"Sora! Get here this instant! Carissa spilled something!"
Out of a dark corridor, a young, tall auburn woman could be seen walking. She wore rags for clothes, stitches constantly sewn into them. Her hair was hastily tied back by a scrap of cloth and her eyes were full of boredom and sadness.
In front of the beautiful red head was a plump, old and ugly woman, makeup covering her face and pearls, rubies, and emeralds draping her balloon figure. Her clothes were brand-new, and obviously expensive. She stood there, impatiently tapping her foot and screaming.
"Sora! Could you be any slower? My dear, dear daughter has spilled something! Clean it up, you wench, before I beat you out of this house!!"
The auburn walked calmly into the kitchen, not shaken by the screaming going on behind her.
"I swear! Someday, you will outgrow your usefulness and I will throw you out of this house. Carissa could use the extra rooms you take up..."
Sora shook her head and rolled her eyes. She walked to the corner of the large kitchen and picked up the all-too familiar mop and bucket, full of rags and water.
"Sora! Jeez, how stupid can ya be? I spilleded duh milk and here you are, going as slow as you can go and that is slow, slow, slow!!" The girl, maybe only fourteen or fifteen, two years younger than Sora, was dressed in expensive clothing and jewels. She was a brunette, her hair wrapped up in a tight bun, not helping her already skinny and bony face.
The older girl just nodded and wiped up the spilt milk on the stone floor. As she cleaned, Carissa kicked the bucket over and the water flowed across the kitchen floor.
"Haha! Now you'll have to spend all morning cleaning that up while I meet my new tutor!" Carissa laughed and snorted and then skipped out of the room, leaving Sora sighing and wiping up the additional mess.
New tutor? Oh my... I really hope she's old and crinkly, otherwise.... Sora just trailed off at the thought.
.....**
Over an hour had passed and Sora was just now finishing up the mess Carissa had made in the kitchen. She put the bucket and the mop back in their place and ran down the hall as quietly as she could, hoping that Aunt or Carissa wouldn't ask her for anything else.
Maybe now I can finish the book...
She smiled to herself and reached in her pocket, pulled out a key and unlocked the large wooden door in front of her. After making sure the door was locked again, she ran across the empty room and dropped herself on a large chair, picking up a book and continued to read.
'Glory never comes without danger,' the courageous knight told his comrade. 'That would be no fun, don't you think?'
Sora was so engrossed in her novel that she never heard the screams coming from the main hallway for her.
"Sora!"
She jumped slightly and then realized what was happening. She put her book down and walked, unhappily, to the door and down the dark hallway.
"I am so sorry, she usually isn't like this. Maybe I should just go get her.... Sora!"
The red head was curious as to who exactly this new tutor was. Maybe she can help me with my studies... she thought hopefully. She decided to get a quick good look before she was ordered around by her Aunt.
Quietly, she walked up to the swinging door, which was usually left open, and creaked it open slightly, only enough for her to see.
Standing in the doorway, with her Aunt and four of the house servants, was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had gorgeous cerulean eyes and perfect, wild blonde hair. He was well-dressed, but not in expensive clothes. He had an instrument slung around one shoulder and was carrying a leather rucksack on the other. His expression told Sora that he'd rather be stuck in a pig pen than in this snobby-aired manor.
Definitely not old and crinkly....
"Sora!"
The shout startled Sora out of her awe and she ducked out of the doorway and hit her head on the corner of the wall. Oww.... She put her hand on her head and tried to find any sign of blood. Happy that there was none, she walked silently out into the entryway. She kept her eyes low to the ground and tried not to look at the man.
"Sora!" her aunt yelled again. "Sora, you filthy..."
"I'm behind you, Aunt," she said, watching the man out of the corner of her eye as he stood, disbelieving of what he just heard. Poor man, she thought, he's not going to like it here... not that anyone does, of course...
"So you are. How many times do I have to tell you to not wear those rags around guests?!" the plump woman bellowed, unaware of the impression she was giving the guest.
"I haven't any other clothes, ma'am," she said, with a tone of boredom. Time to change the subject... "What shall I do to help your guest?"
The aunt's expression softened, but she still looked at Sora disdainfully. "Mr. Ishida will be joining the staff as dear Carissa's music tutor. Please show him to his room."
Sora shifted her weight uncomfortably. Now she's going to get mad... "There are no open rooms, Aunt," she said quietly.
"What do you mean 'there are no open rooms'?" She turned around and glared at Sora, her eyes burning with rage. "You stupid, incompetent creature! I should have thrown you out years ago, you ungrateful..."
"I wouldn't mind having to take lodge elsewhere in the village, ma'am," the man interrupted, his voice deep and sincere. Sora looked at him with gratitude and he winked. "It would be no trouble at all."
"Nonsense! Carissa needs her tutors near, so they may answer her questions and I won't have you spending your paycheck on an expensive inn!" She put a false smile on and almost seemed kind. "Sora, take him to the south wing. Let him have the rooms there."
Sora looked at the Aunt in anger and shock. "But that's my..."
"You can sleep in Carissa's old tree house," she snapped. "If you excuse me, Mr. Ishida, I have a lunch date to attend. Good day!" She huffily turned around and snapped her fingers at the frightened servants. "And please, Sora, don't batter the poor man. Right now he doesn't need any of your nonsense and poppy-cock." And then she was gone out the door.
Sora sighed, knowing she had been defeated once more. "Please, Mr. Ishida, if you would follow me..." she trailed off and starting walking down a long, dark corridor.
"Matt," he said.
She stopped and turned around to face him. "What?" she asked, not knowing what he meant.
"My name is Yamato Ishida. But just call me Matt. Mr. Ishida makes me feel so old." He smiled warmly. "I'm only guessing that you are Sora. A beautiful name, really."
She smiled and turned back around and resumed her walking, hoping that he hadn't seen her blushing. "Yes, thank you. This way," she said softly as she walked down the hall.
For a few moments, Matt followed in silence. He glanced around the dimly lit area and though it was a summer evening, he felt a chill tickle down his spine. "Excuse me, Sora, but you're not really going to sleep in a tree house, are you?" His tone was concerned, but he tried to hide his expression.
"I have to," she answered calmly. "Aunt won't remember she sent me there exactly, but if she finds me anywhere else, she'll kill me." She stopped in front of a large wooden door, elaborately carved with exquisite flying creatures and flowers. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a large brass key and opened the door. "This whole wing will be yours. There are two bed rooms, a sitting room and a bathroom. Please excuse me while I gather my things." She hurried off and Matt got a good look around.
This room, unlike the rest of the house, was warm and inviting. There were two large chairs in a corner of this sitting room, accompanied by a table. On top of the table was a beautiful tea pot and cups, obviously well used. The desk, slid against the other wall, was covered in papers, quills, and several books, spread about wildly, but neatly. A large bookcase stood next to the desk on that wall, crammed full of leather bound novels and such. The wall opposite him has a large, currently burning, fireplace, the mantel handmade. This room was beautiful and he could tell that the all-too-famous aunt had never gotten her hands on it. Everything was neat and tidy. He could only imagine what the other rooms looked like. He heard Sora rushing about as she gathered up her prized possessions.
"I can't just let her sleep outside... it is big enough and there are two rooms..." he mumbled to himself. Just then, Sora came out with a worn leather bag on her shoulder.
"Your meals will be brought to you here. You can play your music here as late and as loud as you please; there are no other rooms in this part of the house. You must clean up after yourself, because the housekeeper can't get in here." She walked over to him and pressed the key into his hand. He saw the depressed look in her eyes, but said nothing. "If you don't wish my aunt rummaging through your things, leave the door locked. That," she pointed to the key, "is the only key into this wing."
sora turned hastily around, not wanting to prolong this anymore than she had to. "If you need me I'll be..."
"Right here."
She stopped, a look of confusion on her face. She didn't even turn around to ask: "What do you mean?"
"Well... um... there are two rooms here, right? I mean, we can both live here in peace. I would be more than happy to give up a room to have some company. And I'm pretty sure you don't want to be sleeping in a tree house..." he stuttered and stumbled, his eyes kept low to the ground.
Sora smiled. Now I can keep studying! she thought excitedly. She turned on her heel and ran up to Matt and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much!"
Matt stood there, unmoving, unsure of what to do. He slowly wrapped his arms around her lightly. "Um, you're welcome, I guess."
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"No, no, no, Carissa! You're doing it all wrong. Hold your fingers over the keys like this..." He slid next to the young girl on the stool and positioned her fingers correctly over the ivory piano keys. "It's easier. Now try."
Matt tried not to cringe in pain when she slammed hard on the keys, creating a monster from the graceful instrument. "Um, okay. That's... that's enough." He pushed her hands off of the keys and closed the sheet music they were working on. "Just write... write a page on the history of the piano, alright?"
He rubbed his temple carefully as she skipped out of the room, happy to get out of lessons early.
"Seems like she needs some help," he heard a soft voice whisper behind him. He turned quickly to see none other than his roommate.
"Oh, and you can do better Sora?" he challenged sarcastically. The last three days in the manor had been hell for him. Carissa had hung all over him, and her mother seemed convinced that he wanted to marry the young beast. To make matters worse, the 'talented' student he thought he was going to tutor was nothing more than a toddler to music.
"Yes." She sat next to him and quickly played the slow beginning of a beautiful melody. Yamato watched in fascination as her fingers glided gracefully across the keys. She stopped abruptly and got up, walking back towards her work.
"How did you do that?" he asked surprised.
"Very carefully," she smiled.
Matt sat there for a few moments, thinking. Maybe... maybe he could teach Sora. but then again, she was just a servant in this house. Still, she had talent and if she hadn't been taught before that talent would be wasted on dirty floors and dishes.
The only bad thing was her Aunt seemed to hate her. Why was still a mystery to him.
"Just leave it, Matt. You've only got today and then you're off for the weekend. You can leave this hellhole and get some decent rest."
.....**
Bad place to stop, but I ran out of ideas. Please read and review. I love to get feedback. Ja ne!