Behind The Smile: Sora's Smile
By Funkiechick
(* NOTE: The story starts when Sora is 7, 4 years before the Digidestined
meet. Except for Tai and Sora. They HAVE grown up together. This is the
story of what happened with Sora's past. Not what you expect*)
Sora didn't want to go home. 7 year old Sora Takenouchi was afraid to. She
wished she could go to Tai's house, or Yumi's house....or..or ANYBODYS!
Everytime she went home, it was fine until her father came home. Her
parents would argue, and her father always HIT Sora, or her mother. He was
always drunk, and he smoked alot, and sometimes he brought other women home.
Sora was scared of him.
She was too lost in thought to notice an incoming soccer ball. It hit her
smack in the nose.
"Sora? Geez Sora-chan! I was passing to you? Are you okay?" Tai came
rushing over to her. Everyone else did to. Sora's nose was bleeding. The
usual after school soccor game was called to a stop by Team Caption Tai.
Most popular guy in the second grade. Everyone was crowding around. Hey, a
bleeding nose was a BIG thing to 7 ear old's.
"Here Sora-chan, I'll walk ya home," Tai held out his hand. Sora took it.
They started walking off, and everyone gaped, but continued playsing soccer.
Sora started the conversation.
"Tai?"
"Yah?"
"Uuumm....wanna come over?"
"Uh, well, I can't. Why?"
"I'm scared."
"Huh? Why?"
"Promise not to tell?" Sora's cute little face looked solem and sincere.
"S-sure," Little Tai said. Sora took a deep breath.
"Well...my daddy...he...he..."
"Yah?"
"He....."
Sora couldn't bring it out. She just couldn't.
"Likes brussle sprouts,"
"Eeeeewww. I can see why you're afraid to go home," Tai said. Sora
laughed. A fake laugh. No one could know. No one could know anything.
"Here's your apartment Sora. Sorry you couldn't come over. See yah! Buh
bye Sora-chan! Maybe we can play Power Rangers this saturday!" Tai said
running off.
"I wanna be the yellow ranger!" Sora said and waved. She took a deep
breath, and entered the apartment building. She slowly went up the steps.
Reaching her apartment door, she listened through the crack at the bottom.
Humming. Her mother was humming. Father musy not be home yet.
Sora breathed a sigh of relief, and knocked on the door. She was too
young for a key. She heard steps come toword the door. It was opened.
"Sora honey! You're back! Oh my,WHAT on earth happened to your nose?" Her
mother said.
"I got hit in the nose with a soccer ball," Sora said, coming inside.
"Tai again right?"
"It was an accident, he, he didn't do it on-"
"I know. He didn't do it on purpose. He's just a little reckless,"
"Yah, recklesth,"
"reckless,"
"ReckLESS,"
"Very good,"
Sora smiled, and her mother smiled back. Sora went to the kitchen, and
smelled her favorite. Stir fry with EXTRA broccolii.
"Yay! Stir fry!" Sora exclaimed.
"It sure is. With Hiatsu Broccolii too,"
"Yay!" Sora couldn't wait until it is finished.
"Sora, where's your backpack," Her mother asked.
"Huh? Oh...um..well.., Dad kicked it this morning and it split open. I
couldn't bring it to school. It was okay though. I handed my drawrin's and
addings yesturday. A day early," Sora said shyly.
"Oh dear. We'll need to buy you a new one,"
"Dad dosn't like it when we buy new things Mama,"
"I know. I'll convince him. He broke it after all,"
Sora nodded, and silence again.
"I have my homework in my pockets," Sora said, taking out the crumpled
paper. Mrs. Takenouchi smiled.
"Oh Sora. Just, go do your homework, and you're Stir Fry will be done
soon,"
"Mama?"
"Yes?"
"I don't want dad to come home, next time he might kick me," Sora said
suddenly. Mrs. Takenouchi dropped the chopsticks she was cooking with.
Tears came into her eyes, and she wiped them away.
"Don't, everything will be fine," Mrs. Takenouchi choked out, her voice
breaking. She picked up the dirty chopsticks, and washed them. Then started
cooking again.
"Okay Mama," Sora whispered. She took the homework sheets out of her
short pockets and went to her room to start on her homework.
She went to her room and shut the door, and then walked to her desk. She
loved her work desk. It had a picture of her and her mother, and a pencil
case, and paper, and everything Sora could ask for.
She got out a pencil and paper, and started to write out the math problems
as neat as she could.
They had started multiplication, and she was doing very well. The paper
said:
1.3x4=12
2.9x2=18
ect. ect.
It was a breeze for Sora. She finished quickly, and then started a page
all herself. Giving the teacher extra work made her get bonus marks, and it
was fun. When she was finished that, she got out her notebook and wrote
poems. Just poems and short storys. She was amazingly smart, and she had a
yearning to learn. Sora pushed her reddish brown hair out of her crimson
eyes.
The phone rang, Sora picked it up.
"I got it Mama!" Sora shouted. She talked into the phone.
"Hello. Takenouchi residance, Sora speaking. Oh, hey Tai," Sora said.
"Hi Sora, I was wondering, uh....whats 3x4?" Tai asked sheepishly.
"You're still on number 1?"
"Yah,"
"It's 12,"
"Thanks! Buh bye! Oh wait," Tai said.
"Uh huh?"
"What about question 2?"
"Well it's-" Sora was cut off. She heard shouting, and then a pan being
crashed on to floor.
Her father was home. She hadn't heard him come in.
"Sora? Soooraa-chaaann!" Tai said on the other line.
"Bye," she said, and hung up. Sora heard her mother screech. Sora ran
out of her room. Her mother just came crashing to the floor, holding her
cheek. Her father had slapped her mother....again.
"Mama!" Sora exclaimed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR ROOM?" Her father shouted. He wasn't
drunk, not THIS time anyway.
"I...I heard s-shouting and I-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!!!!" He shouted. Sora was about
to run off, but she didn't. She stood up, and said something to her father
she never said before.
"No dad...I won't,"
Surprise. Everyone gaped.
"Sora, please. Go to your room," Her mother said standing up.
"What-did-you-say?" His eyes flaring.
"No! Don't hurt me and Mama anymore!" Sora shouted at him. Sora was about
to continue, until a fist made full contact with her face, and foot against
her chest. Sora went flying and she could taste blood.
Then it all went black.
By Funkiechick
(* NOTE: The story starts when Sora is 7, 4 years before the Digidestined
meet. Except for Tai and Sora. They HAVE grown up together. This is the
story of what happened with Sora's past. Not what you expect*)
Sora didn't want to go home. 7 year old Sora Takenouchi was afraid to. She
wished she could go to Tai's house, or Yumi's house....or..or ANYBODYS!
Everytime she went home, it was fine until her father came home. Her
parents would argue, and her father always HIT Sora, or her mother. He was
always drunk, and he smoked alot, and sometimes he brought other women home.
Sora was scared of him.
She was too lost in thought to notice an incoming soccer ball. It hit her
smack in the nose.
"Sora? Geez Sora-chan! I was passing to you? Are you okay?" Tai came
rushing over to her. Everyone else did to. Sora's nose was bleeding. The
usual after school soccor game was called to a stop by Team Caption Tai.
Most popular guy in the second grade. Everyone was crowding around. Hey, a
bleeding nose was a BIG thing to 7 ear old's.
"Here Sora-chan, I'll walk ya home," Tai held out his hand. Sora took it.
They started walking off, and everyone gaped, but continued playsing soccer.
Sora started the conversation.
"Tai?"
"Yah?"
"Uuumm....wanna come over?"
"Uh, well, I can't. Why?"
"I'm scared."
"Huh? Why?"
"Promise not to tell?" Sora's cute little face looked solem and sincere.
"S-sure," Little Tai said. Sora took a deep breath.
"Well...my daddy...he...he..."
"Yah?"
"He....."
Sora couldn't bring it out. She just couldn't.
"Likes brussle sprouts,"
"Eeeeewww. I can see why you're afraid to go home," Tai said. Sora
laughed. A fake laugh. No one could know. No one could know anything.
"Here's your apartment Sora. Sorry you couldn't come over. See yah! Buh
bye Sora-chan! Maybe we can play Power Rangers this saturday!" Tai said
running off.
"I wanna be the yellow ranger!" Sora said and waved. She took a deep
breath, and entered the apartment building. She slowly went up the steps.
Reaching her apartment door, she listened through the crack at the bottom.
Humming. Her mother was humming. Father musy not be home yet.
Sora breathed a sigh of relief, and knocked on the door. She was too
young for a key. She heard steps come toword the door. It was opened.
"Sora honey! You're back! Oh my,WHAT on earth happened to your nose?" Her
mother said.
"I got hit in the nose with a soccer ball," Sora said, coming inside.
"Tai again right?"
"It was an accident, he, he didn't do it on-"
"I know. He didn't do it on purpose. He's just a little reckless,"
"Yah, recklesth,"
"reckless,"
"ReckLESS,"
"Very good,"
Sora smiled, and her mother smiled back. Sora went to the kitchen, and
smelled her favorite. Stir fry with EXTRA broccolii.
"Yay! Stir fry!" Sora exclaimed.
"It sure is. With Hiatsu Broccolii too,"
"Yay!" Sora couldn't wait until it is finished.
"Sora, where's your backpack," Her mother asked.
"Huh? Oh...um..well.., Dad kicked it this morning and it split open. I
couldn't bring it to school. It was okay though. I handed my drawrin's and
addings yesturday. A day early," Sora said shyly.
"Oh dear. We'll need to buy you a new one,"
"Dad dosn't like it when we buy new things Mama,"
"I know. I'll convince him. He broke it after all,"
Sora nodded, and silence again.
"I have my homework in my pockets," Sora said, taking out the crumpled
paper. Mrs. Takenouchi smiled.
"Oh Sora. Just, go do your homework, and you're Stir Fry will be done
soon,"
"Mama?"
"Yes?"
"I don't want dad to come home, next time he might kick me," Sora said
suddenly. Mrs. Takenouchi dropped the chopsticks she was cooking with.
Tears came into her eyes, and she wiped them away.
"Don't, everything will be fine," Mrs. Takenouchi choked out, her voice
breaking. She picked up the dirty chopsticks, and washed them. Then started
cooking again.
"Okay Mama," Sora whispered. She took the homework sheets out of her
short pockets and went to her room to start on her homework.
She went to her room and shut the door, and then walked to her desk. She
loved her work desk. It had a picture of her and her mother, and a pencil
case, and paper, and everything Sora could ask for.
She got out a pencil and paper, and started to write out the math problems
as neat as she could.
They had started multiplication, and she was doing very well. The paper
said:
1.3x4=12
2.9x2=18
ect. ect.
It was a breeze for Sora. She finished quickly, and then started a page
all herself. Giving the teacher extra work made her get bonus marks, and it
was fun. When she was finished that, she got out her notebook and wrote
poems. Just poems and short storys. She was amazingly smart, and she had a
yearning to learn. Sora pushed her reddish brown hair out of her crimson
eyes.
The phone rang, Sora picked it up.
"I got it Mama!" Sora shouted. She talked into the phone.
"Hello. Takenouchi residance, Sora speaking. Oh, hey Tai," Sora said.
"Hi Sora, I was wondering, uh....whats 3x4?" Tai asked sheepishly.
"You're still on number 1?"
"Yah,"
"It's 12,"
"Thanks! Buh bye! Oh wait," Tai said.
"Uh huh?"
"What about question 2?"
"Well it's-" Sora was cut off. She heard shouting, and then a pan being
crashed on to floor.
Her father was home. She hadn't heard him come in.
"Sora? Soooraa-chaaann!" Tai said on the other line.
"Bye," she said, and hung up. Sora heard her mother screech. Sora ran
out of her room. Her mother just came crashing to the floor, holding her
cheek. Her father had slapped her mother....again.
"Mama!" Sora exclaimed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR ROOM?" Her father shouted. He wasn't
drunk, not THIS time anyway.
"I...I heard s-shouting and I-"
"SHUT THE HELL UP! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!!!!" He shouted. Sora was about
to run off, but she didn't. She stood up, and said something to her father
she never said before.
"No dad...I won't,"
Surprise. Everyone gaped.
"Sora, please. Go to your room," Her mother said standing up.
"What-did-you-say?" His eyes flaring.
"No! Don't hurt me and Mama anymore!" Sora shouted at him. Sora was about
to continue, until a fist made full contact with her face, and foot against
her chest. Sora went flying and she could taste blood.
Then it all went black.
