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.

Chapter One

Sora stood in front of her bureau and sighed. "Great, I fancy this will be rather interesting," she sighed. Her thoughts were disturbed as she heard laughter from outside her window. Her feet lightly touched the floor as she made her way across the room and to a window. Gently pulling the rich creamy curtains, she saw Lord and Lady Ishida hugging her parents. Her breath caught in her throat for a second, as she saw a figure with gentle blonde hair parted in the middle emerge from the carriage. His handsome face was adorned with two shining blue jewels. Yamato? A hand lightly touched the brass handle of the glass door as she quietly slipped out on the balcony. She watched as he turned around to tell his brother something. A smile caught her rosy lips as she saw Takeru emerge. Hmm…he grew up to be adorable. I hope he is nothing like Yamato. Wait, maybe Yamato won't remember how I got him into trouble every time we were together and he'll be quite pleasant to be around.

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Lady Takenouchi frowned as she glanced at her husband. Their guests were there and their daughter was absent. What is taking her so long?

As if reading her thoughts, Lord Phillip called their servant girl, Penelope. "Penelope, please inform Lady Sora that our guests have arrived."

"Yes sir," Penelope replied as she hurried up the elegant spiral staircase.

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Takeru sighed in unison with his brother as he thought of what a dull evening this would be. He had been to so many of these tedious dinners these past months and they have all proven to have the same outcome; a long, monotonous time of being pursued by flirty self-absorbed girls. He glanced over at his brother and easily could tell he felt the same way.

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Knock! Knock!

"Please come in," Sora yelled to the door. Oh great, if this is mother she is going to now reprimand me for yelling.

The door timidly creaked open as Penelope hesitantly stepped into the room. "Lady Sora, your mother and father request your presence downstairs. The guests have arrived and they are not pleased you weren't present to greet them."

Sora rolled her eyes. "Tell them I will be downstairs in a moment."

"As you wish," replied Penelope meekly.

"Thanks. Penelope, I told you before. Call me Sora."

"Yes La-er Sora."

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"I apologize for my rudeness," declared a melodic voice.

Yamato and Takeru stopped their conversation as they saw a girl with fiery red hair swept up in intricate braids and rolled into an elegant french twist.

Takeru's eyes sparkled. Hmm…maybe this evening would actually be enjoyable after all.

Yamato rolled his eyes at his brother. Sora…I remember her. She was a troublemaker as a child. I will never forget how she embarrassed me when she beat me u-ah! I cannot even speak of that.

Lord and Lady Takenouchi smiled proudly as their daughter walked in. "Lord Giovanni Ishida, Lady Lorna Ishida, Lord Yamato, and Lord Takeru, I present our daughter Lady Sora."

Sora's light yellow dress gently hugged her as she curtsied. "Please to meet your acquaintance."

Yamato's sapphires regarded her icily as Takeru's eyes welcomed her.

"Why don't you show these two gentlemen around outside?" suggested her mother.

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"Lord Takeru-"

"Sora, how many times must I remind you? You mustn't be so formal around us. Personally I would prefer it if we all would just call one another by our first names," Takeru interrupted.

Sora smiled, showing a perfect set of white teeth. "Forgive me. Takeru, Yamato, I hope you are enjoying yourselves so far."

Yamato simply folded his arms as Takeru smiled. "Whatever," he mumbled to himself.

Sora stopped walking as she turned to him. With her hands placed on her hips, she spoke, "What is exactly your problem? We have been out here for quite some time and all you have done was mumble and groan while your brother and I chatted."

Yamato's icy orbs met Sora's flaming rubies. "Nothing," he simply replied.

"If nothing is the matter, then why can't you try to converse with us?"

"Maybe I don't feel like talking with the likes of you, princess." Yamato made sure he emphasized that last word with venom.

Takeru watched intently as they started going back and forth, each not backing down. Hmm…this is interesting…

"Don't call me that," she snapped.

"Call you what? Princess?" Yamato asked innocently.

Sora then smiled pleasantly as she asked sweetly, "Is Yamato still sore about when I pulverized him as a youngster?"

A frown was now set on him as his face reddened. Oh great, Takeru will never let me live this down.

"Yamato, I am shocked. Pulverized? By a girl?" Takeru laughed.

"We were quite young then. Give me a break," his brother shrugged, trying to act as cool as possible.

"Uh-huh. You both may have been young but aren't you older by a year?" Takeru asked innocently.

Yamato's face turned a shade redder. "Just drop the subject."

"What ever is the matter with the great Yamato?"

His head snapped back to a triumphant looking Sora. "Nothing you should worry your pretty little head over. No sense in you using your brain. I wouldn't want to you to overexert yourself from all that work and faint."

Sora's face reddened. "What?! Are you applying that I am a typical brainless lady?"

"What if I am?" he asked not backing down as he took a step forward.

Sora glared at him. "I would comment, but I don't want to bruise the over-inflated ego of a cold overconfident arrogant simpleton such as yourself. Now if you excuse me, I shall be heading back." And with that, Sora stalked off angrily.

What? How dare she insult me like that! "Hey!" he protested as he ran after her and roughly grabbed her arm.

"Let go of my arm, you pompous-"

"Say you're sorry," Yamato said harshly as he drew his face closer.

"Never." For some reason, Sora shivered as his breath tickled her skin. A faint blush blossomed on her cheeks.

Yamato immediately noticed and smiled a sly smile as he saw her wrench her arm free. He immediately drew closer to her and she took a step back, not knowing that he was cornering her into a tree.

Something hard hit her back and she panicked slightly as her hands touched the tree.

Her heart started beating faster at being so close to him. Nice one Sora. Real smooth…

Yamato put his arms on either side of her and brought his lips close to her ear. His hot breath sent shivers through her body as he spoke in a sexy voice, "Say you're sorry." He watched as she blushed again and smiled inwardly. Finally, I found a way to get to her. He, he, he, he laughed inwardly.

"Ahem. Aren't you two a little too close?" Takeru asked. As soon as Yamato turned his head to see his brother, Sora seized the opportunity and slipped out of his grip, fleeing to her home. Yamato threw his brother a look of annoyance and then moved his hands. His eyes scowled as he saw her running away. Stupid brother…

Uh oh…he doesn't look to happy. I guess it's time for me to go! "Hey Sora! Wait up!" Takeru immediately took off after Sora.

Yamato simply stalked off after them. I'll get him back for that, embarrassing me like that. And implying that I was enjoying that? I wasn't enjoying it, right? Who am I trying to fool? Of course, I enjoyed it. It was the only way to get back at her.

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Sora's heart pounded as she slipped into her room with her back resting against the door. One minute I am ready to slap his sorry little face and the next minute, I'm blushing like there is no tomorrow. What ever is the matter with me? I wonder if he is still out there? She cautiously walked out on her balcony and looked down to see him lying on a bench, looking up at the sky. Her eyes widened and she immediately rushed back into her room. For some reason, she didn't want him to see her.

Her thoughts wandered to her favorite spot. A unique weeping willow tree situated near her favorite pond on her father's property. Her escape…haven…place to let everything melt away. A soft smile spread across her rosy lips as she glided across the room and stopped at her beautifully carved door. She reached her hand out, pulling down the shiny brass handle as she swung it open, revealing a hallway of paintings and statues. Her ears perked up as she stood at the top of the elegant staircase. The sound of Takeru's voice mingled with his and her parents as the sound traveled to her ears.

As quietly as possible, Sora tiptoed down the stairs and into the vast library of literary works from Socrates to Shakespeare to Miguel de Cervantes. Her eyes took in the thick Victorian shelves and the rich hardwood floors with a giant rug from India placed in the center. Sunlight streamed through the giant french styled windows, casting a glorious glow amongst the plain colored books on the shelves. A finger traveled over the books as she contemplated which one to read. Her finger glided over the Iliad, Don Quixote, and The Tempest before settling on A Midsummer's Night Dream. She gently pulled it out and made a quick exit from the library, heading to a door in the kitchen.

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Yamato lay on a bench with his eyes turned to the vast blue sky, as clouds seemed to dance along with the soft breeze. A flash of red caught his attention from a balcony above. It was her, Sora. He watched as she turned away. Hmm…what is it about her? We just don't seem to agree upon anything. Every time I get close to her my heartbeat speeds up. This has never happened before…so why? Why now?

A sigh escaped his lips as he kept delving further and further into his thoughts. She's no longer that skinny little boyish fight-picking brat…now she's a fiery little swan. Humph, she is definitely the most infuriating girl I have ever met! She called me over-confident, cold, and arrogant! Imagine the nerve of her!

His head turned to the side and his eyes narrowed at a red haired figure running with a book. He watched as the dress sashayed around her figure as the wind blew graceful petals around her. In one swift motion, he jumped up and waited awhile before pursuing after her. I wonder what she is up to…

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Her delicate hand lightly ran along the bark of the tree. She lied down on the soft grass under the willow tree as her eyes closed. The soft chirping of birds filled her ears as her hand lay resting on her book. A look of serenity swept over her face as she enjoyed the quiet solitude. Sora remained that way for awhile before her eyes fluttered opened.

Her eyes turned to her tree and she picked herself up off the cool grass as the small book sat firmly in her mouth leaving her hands free to grip the tree. It didn't take long before Sora climbed up onto the tree. Her legs rested on a thick branch as her back rested against the tree.

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Yamato walked up to the tree, curious as to what she was doing. He silently made his way under the vast willow tree and tilted his head upwards. His eyes laid on her, reading. She looks so peaceful…

"Not for long," he whispered as a mischievous smile spread across his face. His sapphire eyes glistened as he cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled, "Ah ha!"

A voice rang loud and clear from below, startling her. The book slipped out of her hand as she jumped slightly. Unfortunately, she lost her balance as gravity stepped in when she tried to grab her descending book. A scream left her throat as she felt herself falling and her eyes closed shut. Why did I have to climb so high? To her surprise, she felt a pair of strong hands catch her.

"Nice of you to drop in," a smug familiar voice replied.

Sora's eyes flew open upon recognition of the voice. "Yamato!" A blush rose to her cheeks as he grinned down at her. His eyes sparkled at her shock, which quickly melted away. "Ugh! Why did you scare me, you imbecile?!"

"Aw, it was only meant as a jest."

"A jest?!" Sora tried to get out of his grip but he only tightened his hold, causing her heart to beat faster. Why do I keep feeling like this? She placed her hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes, hers burning into his. They remained locked in their gaze until Sora's eyes fluttered closed.

Yamato felt like he was in a trance as he drew his face closer and closer to hers. An inch of air was all that separated their lips and he was about to close the gap when…

Smack!

A sharp pain on his cheek caused him to drop Sora in shock.

Sora took advantage of the opportunity and took off into a sprint towards her home. She glanced over her shoulder and her eyes widened. Yamato was gaining on her and he didn't look too happy…

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Well that's it for chapter one of Sparks of Passion. I made it longer than the prologue. So, what do you think?