Wow! I guess a lot of people like my story. So here it goes... Chapter Two dedicated to:
Andaliri - Fang Izumi - Lan Night - Rita - Silver Horizon - Sorato4ever - DawnHope -Maikaerin - hyper-shark - bittersweet - Shine plasma - kOorI cHaN - Spank - windedlove - SilentStalker - Lone Tempest - Kilikina - and anyone and everyone else who reviewed!!
Loads of ya seem to think this is a Cinderella story... jeez, it is that obvious, huh? Oh well. On with the fic...
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The Symphony - Chapter Two
by - Fallen-Angel
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"Hey Ma-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-tt..."
(Oh God, please just kill me now...) He glanced over the piano to see the gruesome face of his pupil and her huge, dog-like eyes batting at him. Her small and skinny features were pulled into a grotesque version of trying to look cute. Personally, he hoped she would stay like that forever and he could kick her on the street, like a vicious rabid dog....
"Look, Matt, I can play that chord you showed me." He watched in amusement as she positioned three of her fingers on her right hand over the keys with her left and then tried to press all three at the same time. "Oh darn, I can only get two... I swear I can get this, Ma-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-tt, I can get it."
(Just kill me now!) He looked over Carissa's excuse for essays and marked all over them. Not only was she terrible at music, she was terrible at writing, too. And trying to flirt. And being human in general.
"Oh, Carissa Jun! Smookypoo! Come to Mummy!" he heard a voice squeal out. Carissa jumped from the bench and ran to hug her pig-like mother.
(Ah, dog and a sausage. They look so cute!) he said to himself sarcastically. (Don't worry... you can leave for another weekend now and get away from the devil... and her mother...)
"Mr. Ishida!" she called from across the room. "You can go for the weekend. We'll see you again on Sunday evening."
Matt bowed thankfully and almost ran to leave. But he kept himself together, gathered up his things, and walked calmly towards the door.
"Oh, and do be careful. Sora's out there playing with some grimy mutt. Don't let them get near you, I think both of them have the plague or something..." the pudgy woman said as he left.
At the mention of Sora's name, Matt suddenly felt better. He hadn't talked to her since that day she played the song for him. A week ago. He had even stayed up later, waiting to talk to her in the sitting room by both of their chambers, but when she did come in, it was almost dawn and she collapsed in a chair and fell asleep before they could talk anymore. He had carried to her room and put her in bed. Her Aunt and cousin were overworking her and now it was taking it's toll on the beautiful young woman.
(Snap out of it, Yamato. She's a servant and you're a...) he started to say. (I'm a nineteen year old runaway minstrel's son living as a music teacher. She and I are equals. Sora is not low so stop saying it! Carissa is low. Yes, very low....) he told himself as he walked out the front door and across the front lawn.
Suddenly he froze and looked up. There was Sora, playing fetch and tag with the dog. But it didn't look like a mutt. Its fur was golden and shining in the sunlight. And both of them looked perfectly healthy, not plagued. Sora looked like she was having a great time with this dog.
"Matt, watch...!" he heard her yell. Then he felt himself thrown on the ground and felt, rather than saw, the dog licking his face. He tried to get the dog to get off of him, but to no avail.
"I'm so sorry! Orion, get off of him!" she said to the dog. It obediently went to her and sat. She scratched him behind the ears and walked up to Matt. "He usually doesn't do that to people. I guess he likes you," she said, holding her hand out to him.
"Yeah, I guess so." He took her hand and pulled himself up with Sora's helping. "You have a dog?"
She looked down at Orion and back at Matt. "Not really. He's wild, but I feed him with parts of my dinner and Carissa's leftovers. Orion's been my only friend here..." She scratched Orion's ears again and then threw the ball of twine, the dog running closely after it.
The two just stood in silence for a few moments, Matt shifting his bag from one shoulder to another. Suddenly an idea popped into his head and he looked excitedly at Sora. "Hey, I've got a crazy idea..."
"What?" she asked curiously.
"How about you come to town with me today and we get something to eat. I know you could use the break... you've been working so hard. And I need something to spend my wages on. What do you say?"
Sora looked up at him nervously. "Yamato..."
"Matt."
"Matt. You know I can't leave. Aunt'll...." she said.
"Aunt'll think that I needed you to help me... huh... I don't know. But I'll figure something else. Don't worry, Sora. I'm going to take all the blame for this. Just come with me? Only for today." He put his best pouting look on his face. "Plus, we need to get to know each other if we're going to be the only two sane people in that manor."
Sora stared at him for a few moments and then cracked. "Okay. I'll go with you. But on one condition."
"Anything. Name your price."
She smiled, but then looked at him seriously. "You can't ask about my past."
Matt stared for a few moments strangely at her, but nodded at her request. "So it is, your majesty," he bowed in front of her and took her hand in his own. "Now come on. The market's going to be crowded if we don't get there soon!" He started running towards the gates, dragging Sora behind him.
She waved goodbye to Orion and smiled as she left the manor for the first time in years.
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"I take it you aren't allowed out much." Matt gripped her hand tighter, hoping not to loose her in the mass of bodies. She was almost like a child, only she wouldn't touch anything. Sora was just staring in awe of all the people and wares.
She saw fat people and skinny people, tall and short, male and female, rich and poor, all walking the streets of the busy villages market. Quickly, she looked up at the hill far behind her and the horrible manor that was her home. Often she had looked at the people from the gates or from her window, hoping she could be one of them again.
And here she was, being led through the intense mob to the security of a nearby inn and restaurant. Yamato talked to the waiter and they were soon sitting down, waiting for their food.
"I got you some pasta stuff. Don't know what it is, but it's good, trust me. Hope that's okay," he said to her.
"Sora?"
She shook her head and looked at the man in front of her. "Yeah, that's fine." She looked around the restaurant. It was obvious it was a family business, from the children playing in a far corner, but it was cozy and the customers seemed to be enjoying their food.
Yamato just looked at her and smiled at the child-like charm. (Only wish I could find out more about her....) "Why can't I ask about your past?" he asked out of nowhere.
Sora looked at him, shocked, but didn't say anything.
"You said I couldn't ask about it. You said nothing about asking why I can't ask about it. I just want to know, Sora. Do you not want to tell me about your parents or your Aunt...."
"She's not my aunt," Sora interrupted.
"But you said..."
"What I said and what is true are two different things." Sora looked at him and sighed. "You knew this was going to happen didn't you?"
Matt smirked quickly but then looked serious. "No, I did not have a hunch that she wasn't your Aunt and I did not think that if I asked why I couldn't ask you about it you were going to tell me anyway. I did NOT know that was going to happen."
Sora smiled, even though her eyes reflected years of pain. "It's not going to work. Maybe someday, Yamato Ishida, but not today."
Matt just nodded and the waiter came back with their food. As he saw Sora start shoveling the food down, he laughed out loud. It was so good to see her finally getting something good to eat.
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(Now what? You've gotten her food and a new dress for her to wear. Now what do you do?) He looked down at the girl, the childish look of amazement still in her crimson eyes. He was trying to think of something he could do to make her really happy. Then he heard a sound he dreaded.
"Well, Yamato Ishida. I knew you'd be back for me."
His eyes widened at the woman's voice and he looked up to see the short brunette girl standing right in front of him and Sora.
"Da.... Da... Daneia..." he gasped. All he could do was blink. The woman he had feard for that last week was here again.
.....** Flashback
"Oh, come on, Yamato. You'll like it, I swear. My room is right up this way...."
"Daneia.... I mean, we just met and I don't even know you...."
"I don't care! I'm in love with you Yamato Ishida and I want to..... hey! Come back, Yamato! Come back for me!!"
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"So Yamato, who's the whore?" she said defiantly, her hands on her big hips.
"She is not...."
"Who are you calling a whore?" Sora stepped in front of Matt and pushed the woman away. "I don't know how you know Matt, but that's between you two. Don't you dare insult someone you don't even know!"
"Sora, calm down...." Matt took her hand in his and pulled her back towards him. Daneia came forward a few steps and Matt pushed Sora back farther behind him.
"Yamato, just leave this poor child here and we can get back to business. Won't that be fun, Yamato?" she said with a supposedly sexy smile on her face.
"Look, Daneia, I don't even know you. And whatever you think happened between the two of us last weekend didn't. I am not in love with you and I seriously doubt I will ever be."
Daneia stood there, a pouting look on her face. But then she smiled and took his left hand from Sora. "Then if you doubt it, there's still a chance. Now let's leave this lowly, scummy, dirty servant slave girl...."
Daneia's sentence was cut short when a first connected with her cheek. She fell to the ground and looked up scowling.
Matt relaxed his fist and looked surprisingly at ... Sora.
"Nice shot," he said quietly.
Sora rubbed her knuckles for a few seconds and then walked back to him. "I thought so, too." They both smiled and continued walking, leaving Daneia and her bruised face and ego.
"I would've never thought you could punch like that. Most girls can't and wouldn't even if their lives depended on it."
Sora looked at him and smiled. "I'm not most girls." She walked ahead of him, looking on at the stores ahead of them.
(I'd say.)
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It was well past sunset when Sora and Matt walked to the gates of the manor. They both looked at each other regretfully.
"Well... here we are," Sora said. "What do we do now?"
Yamato just stared at her and shoved the bags towards her. "Carry these. And just follow my lead, okay? Whatever I say, it's not true."
Sora nodded and they pushed open the iron gates and walked up the stone path to the large front door. Matt winked at her before they walked in and she hoped everything was going to be okay.
Once they walked in the door, Aunt came running up to them, a raging look on her face. She walked right up to Sora, her blubber pulsing, and pointed right in her face.
"I feed you, I clothe you, I give you room and board for years and how do you repay me?! By running away! After everything I've done for you!!! Before I came you were just a slutty girl running around with no parents to care for her and no family to comfort you. Carissa and I came here after your parents died out of the kindness of our hearts! Your mother was my sister's tutor and she was a trusted friend of ours. You and your father had to come along and fill her mind with thoughts of freedom and fun and caring for nothing except those damn flowers!!! If your father hadn't come here with that damned horse, they wouldn't have died in that accident!! And if you hadn't come along, your dear mother would've come with us and left your father. It's your fault your mother's dead!!! If you don't like my rules and you don't want to stay here, then leave you wretched....."
This whole time Yamato had stood there, shocked at this outburst of anger. (So that's why she didn't want to tell me. She thinks it's all her fault....) His eyes flared with anger and he stepped in front of Sora, who was now crying, and looked at the pudgy woman.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Ishida. Thank you so much for bringing her back to us. I shall pay you a reward, if you would like."
"She didn't run away. I asked her to come with me and help me shop and carry my bags for me. I barely know my way around the town and I needed a native to guide me. Neither you or Carissa could be found, so I took Sora. I am so sorry that I didn't tell you, but I had urgent matters to attend to.... new music books. I had to buy them and pick them up from the man I had asked to make them for me last weekend. I am dearly sorry for this. Please, Miss, if you would let her, I need my bags in my room and I would Sora to help me.... um, clean up a terrible mess in my room, also." Matt looked around nervously, knowing he wasn't a very good liar to begin with. But to his surprise, the fat woman smiled and nodded her consent.
"Thank you Yamato, for putting her to good use. I swear, the older they get, the more useless they become." She walked away laughing and Matt turned quickly around to the crying young woman and guided her softly down the familiar hall.
He opened the door with the key that was hidden behind a painting on the wall and sat her down in a plush chair and took the bags from her.
"I am so sorry, Sora. If I had known she would've reacted like that I would've explained first. I am so sorry." He looked pleading with her. She was wiping her tears away and he took her hand.
"It's my fault. But she is right...." she said quietly. She looked down at the ground.
Matt lifted her chin and stood her up so he could look in her eyes. "It isn't your fault. And from what I can tell that your 'Aunt' said, your mother loved your father very much and she would've never left either of you. She seems exactly like you, strong and vivacious." He wiped her eyes gently and pulled her into a hug. "Your father and mother cared for you, just like I do."
His eyes widened when he realized what he had said, but it seemed like she hadn't heard him. (Phew....)
"You... you do?" Sora asked softly. "Really?" She looked up at him and knew it was true.
He was only a few inches taller than her, looking down slightly at her fiery hair. His eyes were of the deepest and purest of blues, shining like the sky and shimmering like the sea. Deep within that icy gaze was a kind and warm soul, with passion and love of life unlike any other. Sora stood, quiet for a few seconds, lost in his eyes. His hair shone in the faint candlelight and from that moment on he looked like a fallen angel in her eyes.
He smiled and lifted her chin slightly, and answered her with a sweet, simple kiss on her soft lips. "Of course."
"Mr. Ishida! Miss Carissa wishes for your company!" a servant yelled from outside the door.
And hell was about to break loose.
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Please review!! More reviews means more inspiration, means quicker third chapter! Ja ne!
Andaliri - Fang Izumi - Lan Night - Rita - Silver Horizon - Sorato4ever - DawnHope -Maikaerin - hyper-shark - bittersweet - Shine plasma - kOorI cHaN - Spank - windedlove - SilentStalker - Lone Tempest - Kilikina - and anyone and everyone else who reviewed!!
Loads of ya seem to think this is a Cinderella story... jeez, it is that obvious, huh? Oh well. On with the fic...
.....**
The Symphony - Chapter Two
by - Fallen-Angel
....**
"Hey Ma-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-tt..."
(Oh God, please just kill me now...) He glanced over the piano to see the gruesome face of his pupil and her huge, dog-like eyes batting at him. Her small and skinny features were pulled into a grotesque version of trying to look cute. Personally, he hoped she would stay like that forever and he could kick her on the street, like a vicious rabid dog....
"Look, Matt, I can play that chord you showed me." He watched in amusement as she positioned three of her fingers on her right hand over the keys with her left and then tried to press all three at the same time. "Oh darn, I can only get two... I swear I can get this, Ma-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-tt, I can get it."
(Just kill me now!) He looked over Carissa's excuse for essays and marked all over them. Not only was she terrible at music, she was terrible at writing, too. And trying to flirt. And being human in general.
"Oh, Carissa Jun! Smookypoo! Come to Mummy!" he heard a voice squeal out. Carissa jumped from the bench and ran to hug her pig-like mother.
(Ah, dog and a sausage. They look so cute!) he said to himself sarcastically. (Don't worry... you can leave for another weekend now and get away from the devil... and her mother...)
"Mr. Ishida!" she called from across the room. "You can go for the weekend. We'll see you again on Sunday evening."
Matt bowed thankfully and almost ran to leave. But he kept himself together, gathered up his things, and walked calmly towards the door.
"Oh, and do be careful. Sora's out there playing with some grimy mutt. Don't let them get near you, I think both of them have the plague or something..." the pudgy woman said as he left.
At the mention of Sora's name, Matt suddenly felt better. He hadn't talked to her since that day she played the song for him. A week ago. He had even stayed up later, waiting to talk to her in the sitting room by both of their chambers, but when she did come in, it was almost dawn and she collapsed in a chair and fell asleep before they could talk anymore. He had carried to her room and put her in bed. Her Aunt and cousin were overworking her and now it was taking it's toll on the beautiful young woman.
(Snap out of it, Yamato. She's a servant and you're a...) he started to say. (I'm a nineteen year old runaway minstrel's son living as a music teacher. She and I are equals. Sora is not low so stop saying it! Carissa is low. Yes, very low....) he told himself as he walked out the front door and across the front lawn.
Suddenly he froze and looked up. There was Sora, playing fetch and tag with the dog. But it didn't look like a mutt. Its fur was golden and shining in the sunlight. And both of them looked perfectly healthy, not plagued. Sora looked like she was having a great time with this dog.
"Matt, watch...!" he heard her yell. Then he felt himself thrown on the ground and felt, rather than saw, the dog licking his face. He tried to get the dog to get off of him, but to no avail.
"I'm so sorry! Orion, get off of him!" she said to the dog. It obediently went to her and sat. She scratched him behind the ears and walked up to Matt. "He usually doesn't do that to people. I guess he likes you," she said, holding her hand out to him.
"Yeah, I guess so." He took her hand and pulled himself up with Sora's helping. "You have a dog?"
She looked down at Orion and back at Matt. "Not really. He's wild, but I feed him with parts of my dinner and Carissa's leftovers. Orion's been my only friend here..." She scratched Orion's ears again and then threw the ball of twine, the dog running closely after it.
The two just stood in silence for a few moments, Matt shifting his bag from one shoulder to another. Suddenly an idea popped into his head and he looked excitedly at Sora. "Hey, I've got a crazy idea..."
"What?" she asked curiously.
"How about you come to town with me today and we get something to eat. I know you could use the break... you've been working so hard. And I need something to spend my wages on. What do you say?"
Sora looked up at him nervously. "Yamato..."
"Matt."
"Matt. You know I can't leave. Aunt'll...." she said.
"Aunt'll think that I needed you to help me... huh... I don't know. But I'll figure something else. Don't worry, Sora. I'm going to take all the blame for this. Just come with me? Only for today." He put his best pouting look on his face. "Plus, we need to get to know each other if we're going to be the only two sane people in that manor."
Sora stared at him for a few moments and then cracked. "Okay. I'll go with you. But on one condition."
"Anything. Name your price."
She smiled, but then looked at him seriously. "You can't ask about my past."
Matt stared for a few moments strangely at her, but nodded at her request. "So it is, your majesty," he bowed in front of her and took her hand in his own. "Now come on. The market's going to be crowded if we don't get there soon!" He started running towards the gates, dragging Sora behind him.
She waved goodbye to Orion and smiled as she left the manor for the first time in years.
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"I take it you aren't allowed out much." Matt gripped her hand tighter, hoping not to loose her in the mass of bodies. She was almost like a child, only she wouldn't touch anything. Sora was just staring in awe of all the people and wares.
She saw fat people and skinny people, tall and short, male and female, rich and poor, all walking the streets of the busy villages market. Quickly, she looked up at the hill far behind her and the horrible manor that was her home. Often she had looked at the people from the gates or from her window, hoping she could be one of them again.
And here she was, being led through the intense mob to the security of a nearby inn and restaurant. Yamato talked to the waiter and they were soon sitting down, waiting for their food.
"I got you some pasta stuff. Don't know what it is, but it's good, trust me. Hope that's okay," he said to her.
"Sora?"
She shook her head and looked at the man in front of her. "Yeah, that's fine." She looked around the restaurant. It was obvious it was a family business, from the children playing in a far corner, but it was cozy and the customers seemed to be enjoying their food.
Yamato just looked at her and smiled at the child-like charm. (Only wish I could find out more about her....) "Why can't I ask about your past?" he asked out of nowhere.
Sora looked at him, shocked, but didn't say anything.
"You said I couldn't ask about it. You said nothing about asking why I can't ask about it. I just want to know, Sora. Do you not want to tell me about your parents or your Aunt...."
"She's not my aunt," Sora interrupted.
"But you said..."
"What I said and what is true are two different things." Sora looked at him and sighed. "You knew this was going to happen didn't you?"
Matt smirked quickly but then looked serious. "No, I did not have a hunch that she wasn't your Aunt and I did not think that if I asked why I couldn't ask you about it you were going to tell me anyway. I did NOT know that was going to happen."
Sora smiled, even though her eyes reflected years of pain. "It's not going to work. Maybe someday, Yamato Ishida, but not today."
Matt just nodded and the waiter came back with their food. As he saw Sora start shoveling the food down, he laughed out loud. It was so good to see her finally getting something good to eat.
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(Now what? You've gotten her food and a new dress for her to wear. Now what do you do?) He looked down at the girl, the childish look of amazement still in her crimson eyes. He was trying to think of something he could do to make her really happy. Then he heard a sound he dreaded.
"Well, Yamato Ishida. I knew you'd be back for me."
His eyes widened at the woman's voice and he looked up to see the short brunette girl standing right in front of him and Sora.
"Da.... Da... Daneia..." he gasped. All he could do was blink. The woman he had feard for that last week was here again.
.....** Flashback
"Oh, come on, Yamato. You'll like it, I swear. My room is right up this way...."
"Daneia.... I mean, we just met and I don't even know you...."
"I don't care! I'm in love with you Yamato Ishida and I want to..... hey! Come back, Yamato! Come back for me!!"
.....**
"So Yamato, who's the whore?" she said defiantly, her hands on her big hips.
"She is not...."
"Who are you calling a whore?" Sora stepped in front of Matt and pushed the woman away. "I don't know how you know Matt, but that's between you two. Don't you dare insult someone you don't even know!"
"Sora, calm down...." Matt took her hand in his and pulled her back towards him. Daneia came forward a few steps and Matt pushed Sora back farther behind him.
"Yamato, just leave this poor child here and we can get back to business. Won't that be fun, Yamato?" she said with a supposedly sexy smile on her face.
"Look, Daneia, I don't even know you. And whatever you think happened between the two of us last weekend didn't. I am not in love with you and I seriously doubt I will ever be."
Daneia stood there, a pouting look on her face. But then she smiled and took his left hand from Sora. "Then if you doubt it, there's still a chance. Now let's leave this lowly, scummy, dirty servant slave girl...."
Daneia's sentence was cut short when a first connected with her cheek. She fell to the ground and looked up scowling.
Matt relaxed his fist and looked surprisingly at ... Sora.
"Nice shot," he said quietly.
Sora rubbed her knuckles for a few seconds and then walked back to him. "I thought so, too." They both smiled and continued walking, leaving Daneia and her bruised face and ego.
"I would've never thought you could punch like that. Most girls can't and wouldn't even if their lives depended on it."
Sora looked at him and smiled. "I'm not most girls." She walked ahead of him, looking on at the stores ahead of them.
(I'd say.)
.....**
It was well past sunset when Sora and Matt walked to the gates of the manor. They both looked at each other regretfully.
"Well... here we are," Sora said. "What do we do now?"
Yamato just stared at her and shoved the bags towards her. "Carry these. And just follow my lead, okay? Whatever I say, it's not true."
Sora nodded and they pushed open the iron gates and walked up the stone path to the large front door. Matt winked at her before they walked in and she hoped everything was going to be okay.
Once they walked in the door, Aunt came running up to them, a raging look on her face. She walked right up to Sora, her blubber pulsing, and pointed right in her face.
"I feed you, I clothe you, I give you room and board for years and how do you repay me?! By running away! After everything I've done for you!!! Before I came you were just a slutty girl running around with no parents to care for her and no family to comfort you. Carissa and I came here after your parents died out of the kindness of our hearts! Your mother was my sister's tutor and she was a trusted friend of ours. You and your father had to come along and fill her mind with thoughts of freedom and fun and caring for nothing except those damn flowers!!! If your father hadn't come here with that damned horse, they wouldn't have died in that accident!! And if you hadn't come along, your dear mother would've come with us and left your father. It's your fault your mother's dead!!! If you don't like my rules and you don't want to stay here, then leave you wretched....."
This whole time Yamato had stood there, shocked at this outburst of anger. (So that's why she didn't want to tell me. She thinks it's all her fault....) His eyes flared with anger and he stepped in front of Sora, who was now crying, and looked at the pudgy woman.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Ishida. Thank you so much for bringing her back to us. I shall pay you a reward, if you would like."
"She didn't run away. I asked her to come with me and help me shop and carry my bags for me. I barely know my way around the town and I needed a native to guide me. Neither you or Carissa could be found, so I took Sora. I am so sorry that I didn't tell you, but I had urgent matters to attend to.... new music books. I had to buy them and pick them up from the man I had asked to make them for me last weekend. I am dearly sorry for this. Please, Miss, if you would let her, I need my bags in my room and I would Sora to help me.... um, clean up a terrible mess in my room, also." Matt looked around nervously, knowing he wasn't a very good liar to begin with. But to his surprise, the fat woman smiled and nodded her consent.
"Thank you Yamato, for putting her to good use. I swear, the older they get, the more useless they become." She walked away laughing and Matt turned quickly around to the crying young woman and guided her softly down the familiar hall.
He opened the door with the key that was hidden behind a painting on the wall and sat her down in a plush chair and took the bags from her.
"I am so sorry, Sora. If I had known she would've reacted like that I would've explained first. I am so sorry." He looked pleading with her. She was wiping her tears away and he took her hand.
"It's my fault. But she is right...." she said quietly. She looked down at the ground.
Matt lifted her chin and stood her up so he could look in her eyes. "It isn't your fault. And from what I can tell that your 'Aunt' said, your mother loved your father very much and she would've never left either of you. She seems exactly like you, strong and vivacious." He wiped her eyes gently and pulled her into a hug. "Your father and mother cared for you, just like I do."
His eyes widened when he realized what he had said, but it seemed like she hadn't heard him. (Phew....)
"You... you do?" Sora asked softly. "Really?" She looked up at him and knew it was true.
He was only a few inches taller than her, looking down slightly at her fiery hair. His eyes were of the deepest and purest of blues, shining like the sky and shimmering like the sea. Deep within that icy gaze was a kind and warm soul, with passion and love of life unlike any other. Sora stood, quiet for a few seconds, lost in his eyes. His hair shone in the faint candlelight and from that moment on he looked like a fallen angel in her eyes.
He smiled and lifted her chin slightly, and answered her with a sweet, simple kiss on her soft lips. "Of course."
"Mr. Ishida! Miss Carissa wishes for your company!" a servant yelled from outside the door.
And hell was about to break loose.
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