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Yamato's P.O.V
I jumped up off the bench.
"Sora, wait! Stop, where are you going?" I called as I ran after her. I caught her by the arm. "Where are you going?" I asked, still keeping my grip on her arm.
"Away." She replied, trying to pull her arm free.
"Why? What did I do?" 'Why is she running from me?'
"You know very well why Matt, now let go of my arm and go back to someone who actually gives a damn about you." She pulled her arm roughly away. 'She doesn't care about me, bullshit.' All those years of hanging with those guys was definitely wearing off on me.
"Sora, what are you on about I didn't do anything."
"Oh so you're telling me you actually meant the 'you're beautiful' comment." I stepped back. She thought I was hitting on her. Well I guess I was in a way, but I wouldn't do that to her. 'She must know that.'
"Sora, I'm not…"
"Save it Yamato, like I said, go back to someone who gives a damn. I don't want you or your little friends in my life, so just leave me alone!" She stalked off at this. 'She hates me.' I could feel myself getting worked up once more, how was she able to make me feel this mad?
"You actually think I would?" I called after her. I watched as she stopped and turned to face me.
"Well, isn't that what you say to all the unsuspecting girls, before you bed them."
"Yeah, but you think I'd waste that line on you." It was the biggest mistake of my life and I knew it. I was trying to get her back in my life, but I still let the effect those guys had on me, effect what she thought of me. I looked at her face as she stared at me, my heart quickened as she walked towards me. I stood there, paralysed, waiting for her hand to make contact with my face. It never came though.
"Don't you ever come near me again." She whispered, and with one last, heartbreaking glance, she walked away from me.
I watched her until she was out of view, and then it came.
"Shit!" I called into the darkness. I couldn't believe I'd messed this up as well. It was like that was all I was good for, causing people I cared about, pain. I kicked the nearest wall and cursed again. 'I can't leave it like this.' I thought to myself. 'She has to know that I still care about her.' And with that I chased after her. Unfortunately for me though, she'd broken out into a run and was now out of sight.
"Damn it!" I cursed again, and made a turnoff, to my right and took the back alleys to her house.
I think I was about a block away from her street when I emerged from the back streets. I was out of breath, but I was ahead of her, that much I was sure of. I knew then, that she wouldn't want to talk to me, but I had to try, I had to try and make it right again. I was crazy about her, and no amount of pier pressure had ever changed that.
I started to jog out onto the streets when suddenly I felt a hand make contact with my jumper and pull me back into the alley. I quickly brought my hands to my throat to shake off the person who was currently trying to choke me. I managed to knock them away and spun round, fists up, ready to attack whoever it was that had grabbed me. I waited for them to come out of the shadows, and shuddered as I realised who it was. My fists dropped as they stalked forwards, and once again fear washed over me as he uttered those chilling words.
"I told you not to see her anymore." And the first punch made contact.
Sora's P.O.V
I walked down the buzzing halls of school, last night still in my mind. He'd hurt me, well I wasn't so much bothered that he didn't want to get me into bed, but just at the fact that I now realised just how much of a chance I had with him. I'd realised that night just how much he'd changed, but when I'd stepped forwards to hit him and looked into his eyes one final time, I saw fear. It stopped me from doing something I knew I'd live to regret, but it had also brought that nagging thought back into my head. 'Had he really changed, completely?' I'd looked for a second and his eyes, his soul; it had seemed full of regret. Maybe he still was the same Matt I once knew, I didn't know anymore. At least before the other day I had been able to push those nagging feelings for him away, but each and every time I'd looked into his eyes, I'd seen something new. Something that wasn't there before and something that made me wonder just how much alike to the rest of his group he was.
I walked into the classroom, and glanced around. He wasn't there. Fashionably late I thought to myself as I sat down. For that first lesson I waited eagerly for him to show up, just to know he was okay but at the same time I was hoping he wouldn't show up as I didn't want to deal with any grief he might give me.
I sighed as the end of first lesson came and went and the second lesson came to an end. Maybe he wasn't coming today. He often didn't show up if he didn't like the lessons he had, none of his group did. They all 'rebelled' as the teachers called it, and constantly skipped school, then forced some unsuspecting person from their class do there homework for them and copy out their notes. I shook my head that definitely wasn't the Yamato I remembered.
By break that day I was a little worried, he had music that day, and to my knowledge had never missed that lesson in his life. 'Maybe he's just sick.' I thought to myself as I walked into towards the library. On my way I passed the people he hung out with around school, walking past at some speed I listened to what they were saying.
"Where is he? We were supposed to be stealing the heads car today, and he was going to hot wire it."
"Yeah, I rang his house last night, to see were he was, but his little brother said he hadn't come home yet."
So they were worried to, well if you could call that worried. 'Where is he?'
I decided to worry about it later as right then I had to help the librarian sort out the new shipment of books that had come through.
I sighed to myself; I seemed to spend most of my life in libraries or at the tennis courts. I often wondered what it would be like to go to one of the wild parties I heard so much about, but then I was too sensible for all of that. But whilst I was content with my life, I did feel sometimes that it would be nice to experience one or two parties, and have something to show for my youth, something other then a huge pile of tennis medals and literacy certificates. I sighed again and concentrated on the books, I'd worry about those things later.
Yamato's P.O.V
I lay there in the alley; I had blood dried on most parts of my body, and a sharp pain running through my arm were he'd twisted it back behind my back. I didn't know what it was about him, I'd normally fight back if someone started hitting me or picking a fight. But it was different with him, he was my mother's husband and TK worshipped him, and just the thought of me telling them made me cringe. What if they didn't believe me? What if they believed him and I lost not only my friends, but my family too? I shuddered at the thought and winced as once more, pain shot through my body.
I couldn't move myself; every part of me just felt like a tonne of bricks. My eyes were heavy and I was freezing, having been there all night. I'd tried to roll over many times and sit up but the pain was unbearable and each time I'd collapsed again.
So instead I closed my eyes and let the cold wind rush around my unmoving body, and hoped someone would come and rescue me.
Sora's P.O.V
I'd stayed behind school again for tennis. I always played when I needed to clear my head; it was my way of dealing with problems. I'd played inside today as the weather was steadily growing worse and rain was now splashing down from the sky and soaking the earth. As I put my tennis racquet and balls away I listened as the wind whipped around the building. Pulling my coat around me I opened the door to the huge building and stepped out into the terrible weather.
Half running, half walking I made my way down the deserted streets, I looked up ahead, but could only see the swirling mass of rain and wind that picked up the leaves along the streets and tossed them about, onto people's houses. I pulled my bag to my chest, wishing now I'd put on the extra jumper I had in there. Making a quick turn I decided it might be better to take the back alley's home as that way I would be sheltered more from the wind and rain.
Hurrying along the back streets I began to shiver, my tennis uniform was short and definitely not for this sort of weather.
Just two blocks from my house I decided to emerge from the dark alleys and brave the rest of the way home. Picking up my pace into a slight run I made my way to the end of the dark back street, but just as I was about to run into the street, something caught my eye.
A person was laid out at the corner of the alley, their whole body shaking. I slowed my pace and stopped just in front of them. I saw their matted blonde hair, pressed to their face soaked by the rain that was making its way into the alley. They looked in a bad way, blood was washing down into a nearby gutter and their clothes were ripped in places. I opened my mouth to ask them if they were okay, a stupid question, but I was hesitant to go near them. I'd heard many stories about the back streets of any countries and I was not about to endanger myself, anymore then I had to anyway. Well that was what my head said, but I knew I couldn't just leave them there. So quickly I set my bag down opened it and pulled out the spare jumper I always kept in there. Unfolding it, I moved towards the person and started to lay it over them. As I did this though, they seemed to gain focus as the person's head snapped round, causing us both to wince as they cried out.
"Hey, it's okay." I said softly, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." I smiled at them and moved forward once more. But what I saw made me stop abruptly, my breath catching in my throat.
"Yamato." I breathed. I looked at him, his face was purple and his eyes were swollen. He was holding his arm tenderly and winced as I whispered his name.
"I told you not to call me that." He croaked, attempting to smile, but failing and he winced at the pain.
"Oh my gosh, what happened to you, what are you doing out here?"
"I thought it was a good a place as any for a quick nap."
I shook my head.
"You don't have to make everything into a joke. Look at you. Come on, we need to get you warm. Now." I said; moving to him and helping him stand. He cried out, quietly as I got him to stand up.
"Matt, it's just two blocks to my house and we need to get you warm, before you die of pneumonia or something. Come on, just lean on me, and we'll have you warm soon."
I smiled at him and gently put my arm around his waist as we made the slow journey to my house.
Tehehe, is Matt going to make it? Oh, suspense! Hope you guys like, please review and this is for alcoholic top hat, maybe now you stop calling me a moron?!? :p
Enjoy,
White Lily
Yamato's P.O.V
I jumped up off the bench.
"Sora, wait! Stop, where are you going?" I called as I ran after her. I caught her by the arm. "Where are you going?" I asked, still keeping my grip on her arm.
"Away." She replied, trying to pull her arm free.
"Why? What did I do?" 'Why is she running from me?'
"You know very well why Matt, now let go of my arm and go back to someone who actually gives a damn about you." She pulled her arm roughly away. 'She doesn't care about me, bullshit.' All those years of hanging with those guys was definitely wearing off on me.
"Sora, what are you on about I didn't do anything."
"Oh so you're telling me you actually meant the 'you're beautiful' comment." I stepped back. She thought I was hitting on her. Well I guess I was in a way, but I wouldn't do that to her. 'She must know that.'
"Sora, I'm not…"
"Save it Yamato, like I said, go back to someone who gives a damn. I don't want you or your little friends in my life, so just leave me alone!" She stalked off at this. 'She hates me.' I could feel myself getting worked up once more, how was she able to make me feel this mad?
"You actually think I would?" I called after her. I watched as she stopped and turned to face me.
"Well, isn't that what you say to all the unsuspecting girls, before you bed them."
"Yeah, but you think I'd waste that line on you." It was the biggest mistake of my life and I knew it. I was trying to get her back in my life, but I still let the effect those guys had on me, effect what she thought of me. I looked at her face as she stared at me, my heart quickened as she walked towards me. I stood there, paralysed, waiting for her hand to make contact with my face. It never came though.
"Don't you ever come near me again." She whispered, and with one last, heartbreaking glance, she walked away from me.
I watched her until she was out of view, and then it came.
"Shit!" I called into the darkness. I couldn't believe I'd messed this up as well. It was like that was all I was good for, causing people I cared about, pain. I kicked the nearest wall and cursed again. 'I can't leave it like this.' I thought to myself. 'She has to know that I still care about her.' And with that I chased after her. Unfortunately for me though, she'd broken out into a run and was now out of sight.
"Damn it!" I cursed again, and made a turnoff, to my right and took the back alleys to her house.
I think I was about a block away from her street when I emerged from the back streets. I was out of breath, but I was ahead of her, that much I was sure of. I knew then, that she wouldn't want to talk to me, but I had to try, I had to try and make it right again. I was crazy about her, and no amount of pier pressure had ever changed that.
I started to jog out onto the streets when suddenly I felt a hand make contact with my jumper and pull me back into the alley. I quickly brought my hands to my throat to shake off the person who was currently trying to choke me. I managed to knock them away and spun round, fists up, ready to attack whoever it was that had grabbed me. I waited for them to come out of the shadows, and shuddered as I realised who it was. My fists dropped as they stalked forwards, and once again fear washed over me as he uttered those chilling words.
"I told you not to see her anymore." And the first punch made contact.
Sora's P.O.V
I walked down the buzzing halls of school, last night still in my mind. He'd hurt me, well I wasn't so much bothered that he didn't want to get me into bed, but just at the fact that I now realised just how much of a chance I had with him. I'd realised that night just how much he'd changed, but when I'd stepped forwards to hit him and looked into his eyes one final time, I saw fear. It stopped me from doing something I knew I'd live to regret, but it had also brought that nagging thought back into my head. 'Had he really changed, completely?' I'd looked for a second and his eyes, his soul; it had seemed full of regret. Maybe he still was the same Matt I once knew, I didn't know anymore. At least before the other day I had been able to push those nagging feelings for him away, but each and every time I'd looked into his eyes, I'd seen something new. Something that wasn't there before and something that made me wonder just how much alike to the rest of his group he was.
I walked into the classroom, and glanced around. He wasn't there. Fashionably late I thought to myself as I sat down. For that first lesson I waited eagerly for him to show up, just to know he was okay but at the same time I was hoping he wouldn't show up as I didn't want to deal with any grief he might give me.
I sighed as the end of first lesson came and went and the second lesson came to an end. Maybe he wasn't coming today. He often didn't show up if he didn't like the lessons he had, none of his group did. They all 'rebelled' as the teachers called it, and constantly skipped school, then forced some unsuspecting person from their class do there homework for them and copy out their notes. I shook my head that definitely wasn't the Yamato I remembered.
By break that day I was a little worried, he had music that day, and to my knowledge had never missed that lesson in his life. 'Maybe he's just sick.' I thought to myself as I walked into towards the library. On my way I passed the people he hung out with around school, walking past at some speed I listened to what they were saying.
"Where is he? We were supposed to be stealing the heads car today, and he was going to hot wire it."
"Yeah, I rang his house last night, to see were he was, but his little brother said he hadn't come home yet."
So they were worried to, well if you could call that worried. 'Where is he?'
I decided to worry about it later as right then I had to help the librarian sort out the new shipment of books that had come through.
I sighed to myself; I seemed to spend most of my life in libraries or at the tennis courts. I often wondered what it would be like to go to one of the wild parties I heard so much about, but then I was too sensible for all of that. But whilst I was content with my life, I did feel sometimes that it would be nice to experience one or two parties, and have something to show for my youth, something other then a huge pile of tennis medals and literacy certificates. I sighed again and concentrated on the books, I'd worry about those things later.
Yamato's P.O.V
I lay there in the alley; I had blood dried on most parts of my body, and a sharp pain running through my arm were he'd twisted it back behind my back. I didn't know what it was about him, I'd normally fight back if someone started hitting me or picking a fight. But it was different with him, he was my mother's husband and TK worshipped him, and just the thought of me telling them made me cringe. What if they didn't believe me? What if they believed him and I lost not only my friends, but my family too? I shuddered at the thought and winced as once more, pain shot through my body.
I couldn't move myself; every part of me just felt like a tonne of bricks. My eyes were heavy and I was freezing, having been there all night. I'd tried to roll over many times and sit up but the pain was unbearable and each time I'd collapsed again.
So instead I closed my eyes and let the cold wind rush around my unmoving body, and hoped someone would come and rescue me.
Sora's P.O.V
I'd stayed behind school again for tennis. I always played when I needed to clear my head; it was my way of dealing with problems. I'd played inside today as the weather was steadily growing worse and rain was now splashing down from the sky and soaking the earth. As I put my tennis racquet and balls away I listened as the wind whipped around the building. Pulling my coat around me I opened the door to the huge building and stepped out into the terrible weather.
Half running, half walking I made my way down the deserted streets, I looked up ahead, but could only see the swirling mass of rain and wind that picked up the leaves along the streets and tossed them about, onto people's houses. I pulled my bag to my chest, wishing now I'd put on the extra jumper I had in there. Making a quick turn I decided it might be better to take the back alley's home as that way I would be sheltered more from the wind and rain.
Hurrying along the back streets I began to shiver, my tennis uniform was short and definitely not for this sort of weather.
Just two blocks from my house I decided to emerge from the dark alleys and brave the rest of the way home. Picking up my pace into a slight run I made my way to the end of the dark back street, but just as I was about to run into the street, something caught my eye.
A person was laid out at the corner of the alley, their whole body shaking. I slowed my pace and stopped just in front of them. I saw their matted blonde hair, pressed to their face soaked by the rain that was making its way into the alley. They looked in a bad way, blood was washing down into a nearby gutter and their clothes were ripped in places. I opened my mouth to ask them if they were okay, a stupid question, but I was hesitant to go near them. I'd heard many stories about the back streets of any countries and I was not about to endanger myself, anymore then I had to anyway. Well that was what my head said, but I knew I couldn't just leave them there. So quickly I set my bag down opened it and pulled out the spare jumper I always kept in there. Unfolding it, I moved towards the person and started to lay it over them. As I did this though, they seemed to gain focus as the person's head snapped round, causing us both to wince as they cried out.
"Hey, it's okay." I said softly, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." I smiled at them and moved forward once more. But what I saw made me stop abruptly, my breath catching in my throat.
"Yamato." I breathed. I looked at him, his face was purple and his eyes were swollen. He was holding his arm tenderly and winced as I whispered his name.
"I told you not to call me that." He croaked, attempting to smile, but failing and he winced at the pain.
"Oh my gosh, what happened to you, what are you doing out here?"
"I thought it was a good a place as any for a quick nap."
I shook my head.
"You don't have to make everything into a joke. Look at you. Come on, we need to get you warm. Now." I said; moving to him and helping him stand. He cried out, quietly as I got him to stand up.
"Matt, it's just two blocks to my house and we need to get you warm, before you die of pneumonia or something. Come on, just lean on me, and we'll have you warm soon."
I smiled at him and gently put my arm around his waist as we made the slow journey to my house.
Tehehe, is Matt going to make it? Oh, suspense! Hope you guys like, please review and this is for alcoholic top hat, maybe now you stop calling me a moron?!? :p
Enjoy,
White Lily