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I was actually gonna wait a couple more days to post this but… Here it is!

Oh yeah... I haven't done the disclaimer for a few chapters… so…

I still don't own digimon! Though I wish I did, or rather, do.

Now that I'm done rambling…

On with the fic!

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Sunrise To Sunset

Chapter Four: Yamato's Christmas Present

"I was so worried about you and-"

It was Nancy Takaishi. Yamato's ever so worried mother.

Yamato sighed. Again, he sort of wished that he had drowned so that he wouldn't have to put up with his mother's lecture.

Jeez… Thank god for selective hearing. He sighed once again. I wonder if I'll ever get to see her again… Sky…

Ever since she walked away, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head.

The way she smiled, the way she snickered, her crimson eyes, and her fiery red hair. Her face had been imprinted in his memory, and there was no way it could ever be forgotten.

And once more, he sighed. He knew he would see her again. He had to see her again.

"Yamato? Yamato! Are you listening to me?!" His mother had the 'look' on her face.

He quickly got back into his 'I really am listening to your lecture!' stage.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't ever do it again, I could've been killed if someone wasn't there to rescue me," he smiled inwardly at the goddess who rescued him. "And I'm grounded once we get back for 2 weeks."

She tapped her foot, "I said a month."

He smiled nervously, "Oh! Right! That's what I meant to say! A month…"

He hung his head in defeat. He was hoping to convince his mother she had really said two weeks, but it obviously didn't fool her one bit.

Takeru was quietly laughing in the corner. Yamato glared, and Takeru stopped and looked around as if he wasn't doing anything.

Yamato shook his head. Some vacation this turned out to be… He then looked out the window. I will see you again, Sky.

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Sora lay on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

I guess I do want to see him again, but I can't let him know who I really am… I know he'll be mad at me for leaving the group so soon… She smiled and shook her head. No, that's not it. I know he won't be mad. I just can't tell him right now. The old bed squeaked a little as she turned on her side. I know he'll see me again, and so will everyone else. Only he won't know that I'm Sky. I don't think I could tell him that. At least, not for now.

And with that, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"They're just crutches, Yamato!" Takeru smiled sheepishly. "Sheesh, ya can't even learn to use crutches right. Was that gash in your head really that bad?"

Yamato gave Takeru the famous death glare, once again, for about the hundredth time since he'd received the crutches the day before.

Takeru smiled nervously. "Jeez, I was just joking Yamato! No need to glare daggers!" he waved his hands in front of his face as if trying to protect it.

Yamato looked away. The look on his face changed from 'if you do that again you'll regret it' to 'something's bothering me and I can't tell you so don't talk to me about it or you'll regret it'.

"What's wrong, besides the fact that you have to spend the rest of our vacation on crutches?" The younger blonde tried to put it lightly, but it obviously didn't come out that way.

The older blonde sighed. He turned and faced his younger brother and opened his mouth as if he was going to tell him something important. He quickly shook his head. "Its nothing. Nothing at all."

He then hobbled over to the other side of the bed and layed down.

Takeru watched as Yamato lay there quietly. He knew that something was bothering his Onii-chan, and he was going to find out. Somehow.

Yamato looked up at the ceiling. An uncomfortable feeling came from his jeans pocket as he layed there. He raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar object. He reached in his pocket and pulled it out. His eyes widened. It was none other than a cell phone. He cocked his head to the side and stared at it. The faceplate had a flame pattern and the screen had a holographic background of a phoenix spreading its wings. The object infatuated him.

"Whatcha got there?" Takeru suddenly broke the silence.

Yamato put the phone back in his pocket before Takeru could see what it was.

"Nothing."

Takeru frowned.

"Oh, common Yamato! Let me see!" He walked over to the bedside next to his brother.

"Sorry dude. You'll understand someday, just not today." Yamato smirked and messed up his little brothers hair.

Takeru hung his head in defeat and walked over to the TV. and turned it on. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched it.

Yamato pulled the cell phone out of his pocket once again. He pressed the power button. His curiosity overcame him.

If it is hers… Then I'll be able to see her again!  He looked determined. It has to be hers, I just know it is!

And it turned on. Across the top it read: Sky.

Yamato grinned widely. To the victor go the spoil!  His grin became even wider.  I am the victor, and my spoil is Sky.

He quickly sat up, grabbed his crutches, and stuffed the cell phone back in his pocket as he hobbled toward the door. Takeru didn't seem to notice, as he was glued to the tube.

As he hobbled around on his crutches through the hotel, he formulated a plan. He went as fast as he could to his destination.

As the small opening in the wall came into sight, he smiled, knowing he would see her soon.

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The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sky, it's me, Tori."

Sora smiled a bit.

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"Um, yeah. About that. I tried to call you on your cell, but its not on."

Sora's eyes widened in realization. The memory of the few days before played in her head. He had her cell phone. She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand in an act of punishing her stupidity.

"Hey, Sky? You there?"

She sighed.

"I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"But-"

She hung up the phone and ran as fast as she could toward her surfing hideout.

I know he's there. I can feel it in my gut. I just hope he hasn't figured anything out.

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Yamato stood there for a moment. He looked around for any sign of her. There was none.

I know she'll be here. She has to be here.

He turned around and faced the opening. The look of determination was plastered on his face. Giving up was not an option.

Sora quickly ran through the opening and came to a quick stop. Her face was red and she was panting heavily.

Yamato smiled kindly at her as he leaned on his crutches.

The fiery haired girl was taken aback by the look on his face. She expected him to have some look of triumph or something, but he had just smiled kindly.

He hobbled over to her and placed his hand on her cheek. "I knew I would see you again."

Sora's heart was beating hard against her chest. What was this feeling? She'd never felt this before… and she kinda liked it.

Yamato leaned in closer to her face and gently kissed her soft lips.

Wha? What's he doing? Is he really kissing me?

She quickly pulled away and did what her instinct told her to do. She slapped him across the face.

Yamato was shocked at her sudden actions. But then again, he probably deserved it.

The slap stung his cheek. He placed his hand over it to keep it from stinging any longer.

Sora stood there with a look of horror. She was at a loss of words.

He smiled sadly.

"Guess I deserved that, huh?"

He hobbled around her, placing the cell phone in her hands as he went past her.

She squeezed the cell phone tightly.

"Wait."

Yamato slowly turned around, facing her back.

Her head lowered, but she did not turn around.

"Thank you. For returning my cell phone, that is."

He turned back around.

"Thank you for letting me have that one short, sweet kiss, Sky."

And with that, he hobbled down back to his hotel, knowing she would probably never forgive him.

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Sora turned around, hoping he was still there. He wasn't.

Tears welled up in her eyes as the recent events played over and over in her head.

She looked down at her throbbing hand. This was the first time a boy had ever kissed her, and she sent him running away. And he had proved her wrong. He wasn't a total creep. He was… nice.

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Yamato walked in the door of the hotel. Takeru was still glued to the t.v.

He walked over to the bed and flung himself on it, despite the pain.

A single tear managed its way down his still throbbing cheek. He mentally kicked himself.

Guess I'm not the victor. More like the Jackass who just lost every chance with the only girl he ever really liked.

Yamato sighed.

I'll never see her again, and I'll never waste my time on anyone else ever again.

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Alright, I know you guys are probably hating me for this but… The fic is NOT over! I said it would be sorato… and it will be! ^__^

And like I said earlier, no review, no more updating!

Alrighty then.

Till next time…

Neko-Yasha's Evil Twin