Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon nor will I ever. I just use the characters from the show and put them in my fic. Warning! This fic is a product of my insanity. If you do not like Matt/Sora romances, then I strongly suggest you don't read. However, if you are a Matt/Sora fan, then please take the time to read. Thank you very much. I hope you enjoy this story.

Sparks of Passion

Eleven years have passed since I have last seen England, my home. I remember the day I met Lord Yamato Ishida at the age of six…

***Flashback***

"These are our sons, Lord Yamato Ishida and Takeru Ishida," his father pronounced proudly as he looked at his wife.

"Hi!" giggled four-year-old Takeru.

"And this is our daughter, Lady Sora Takenouchi," her father prominently introduced his six-year-old daughter.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," replied the young Lady as she curtsied.

"Same to you," replied the young Lord.

"Same to oo," Takeru tried to imitate as he struggled to wriggle out of his mother's grip.

"How cute. Can I hold him?" asked Sora.

"Here you go sweetie." Lady Lorna Ishida gently put little Takeru in Sora's little hands.

"I ike her," Takeru giggled happily.

Seven-year-old Yamato rolled his eyes and looked to his father. "Can I go exploring?"

"Go along dear and try not to soil your clothes," his mother told her.

"And try to stay out of trouble," warned his father.

Lady Shannon Takenouchi looked at her daughter. "Why don't you go with him? You can show him around."

And so, they were off…

Sora zoomed past Yamato.

"Wait up!" cried Yamato.

"Okay."

Yamato finally caught up with her. For a girl she runs so fast, he thought. "Where we going? Our mommies won't want us to go too far."

"It's not far. I go there all the time," Sora told him as she led him away from her mansion and into the neighboring woods.

"If you say so."

"I say so," she replied confidently.

Yamato stopped. "Don't give me any attitude."

Sora also stopped and looked at Yamato. "I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Am not!"

"Are two!"

"Stop it."

"I don't want to."

"You're mean."

"You're stupid."

"Stupid?!" No one calls me stupid! This got the young Lady mad and she pushed him. Unfortunately, he tripped over a branch behind him, sending him straight towards a small, shallow pond. Her little hand flew to her mouth as she realized what she did. "Sorry," she apologized as she quickly ran away. Uh oh…this is no good. Now mother will be mad at me.

"Hey!" cried a distressed boy as he got out and started running after her. "That was no fair," he grumbled. I only called her stupid. "Come back here!"

***End of Flashback***

Sora couldn't help but smile. She remembered saying bye to Takeru and Yamato. A smile flew to her lips as she remembered how he got into trouble.

"Sora!" yelled her impatient mother.

"I'm coming!" she called. Seventeen-year-old Sora rushed down the spiral staircase to find her mother at the bottom.

"Don't run and don't yell. It's not the proper etiquette for a lady," reprimanded her mother.

"I am sorry, mother."

"You are forgiven, my dear." She motioned to her daughter to follow her.

"Mother, I have a question."

"What is it dear?" asked the elder woman as she stopped walking.

"Will we be moving again? I lived in England for awhile until we moved to Ireland and then France. And eleven years have passed since we have been home. Will we ever go back to England? I miss it terribly!"

"That's what I wanted to discuss with you. Your father and I have decided that it is a better life in England."

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"Yamato, do you remember the Takenouchi's and their daughter Lady Sora? You met when you were small and you played with her a few times before she moved away to Ireland and France," his father said.

Matt frowned. How could he forget? That skinny little brat! His mind wandered to the time she pushed him in the lake and he got in trouble. Then there was the time when they started fighting over boys being stronger than girls, and she beat him up in front of Takeru and a few other children. That girl! "Yeah, I remember," he said begrudgingly.

"Well we are going over for dinner at the Takenouchi's. They have recently arrived back in England from France," his mother added.

"Oh this should be interesting," he mumbled.

"It's not polite to mumble, son," reminded his mother.

"Sorry. Where's Takeru?" asked Yamato.

"He's waiting in the carriage," his father answered.

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"Mother, must they come?"

"Sora, the Ishida's are friends of ours and you will show Takeru and Yamato a pleasant time," her mother said.

Sora scrounged her face into a frown. Oh great! That boy must really hate me. Especially after the time I beat him up. But really, he cannot seriously hold a grudge so long, right? I mean, we were quite young…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TO BE CONTINUED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well that's it for the moment. I will write the next part once I get enough reviews. So, let me know what you think. What should I do? Right now, I have three possibilities for the direction of the story.

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