How come?
Written by: Matt-luvs-Sora
Disclamer: I don't own Digimon and never will
"Actually it is," Sora said with a timid smile.
"What?" Matt asked a little lost.
"The record is for sale… I hardly get to see such a diehard Elvis fan around Odaiba anymore, so rather than seeing this baby collecting dust in my store I might as well hand it to you." Sora said as she reached up to take the record that was hanging on the wall.
Matt just stared in disbelieve as Sora took the precious record off the wall and placing it in his hand.
"Here, it is officially yours." Sora said proudly.
"I-I… don't know what to say," Matt said, speechlessly staring at the record in his hand.
"How much is it?" Matt added quickly.
"¥ 000.000.00" Sora said simply.
"Huh? I can't take THIS for free please let me pay!" Matt persuaded, taking out his wallet.
"Please, Matt… just take it." Sora said pushing his hand away gently.
"But I can't!" Matt stated.
"Humor me, Please…" Sora said sweetly.
Matt looked at her smiling face guiltily and chewed his lip.
"I guess I should say… thank you." Matt said.
"Don't mention it Mattie," Sora said moving beside him and giving him a big slap on his back (Author's Notes: back = ass ) much to his surprise.
"Just think of it as another charity work from me as a dedicated Elvis Presley-sama fan." Sora continued with a big (Author's Notes: I mean BIG ) laugh.
Much to her previous slap on his back, Matt just couldn't help but laugh at Sora's antics.
To Matt, it was as if it all happened in a blink of eye. As he felt Sora's slender hand on his face and pulled him towards her and kissed him on his cheek.
"You have a beautiful laugh," Sora said.
Matt was suddenly overcome by this strange feeling all over his body, he quickly backed away from Sora.
"Matt?" Sora asks, confused at his sudden weird behaviour.
"I have to go." Matt said quickly before running out of the store and into the rain.
Sora was stunned, and furthermore confused.
Her eyes landed on the guitar case descending against the wall of her store.
Sora ran out after him yelling, "Matt! Wait, you forgot your guitar!"
About 28 metres ahead of her, she saw Matt stopped and looked back at her momentarily before running off and disappearing into the heavy rain.
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Rainbow Bridge Mansion, two hours later
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Matt knocked furiously on the large burgundy door before it finally opened.
"Master Ishida?! What are you doing in the rain?" ask the concern old butler as he let Matt inside.
Matt managed to walk pass the door before collapsing onto the floor, unconscious.
Matt…
Matt…
'That voice? It sounded like…'
'…The girl at the record store'
"Matt,"
"Matt!"
"Oi! Matt!" screamed a voice, forcing Matt's eyes to flick open inviting in the bright morning light.
Matt squinted his eyes, trying to focus the shadowy object in front of him, which is…
"T.K!" Matt yelled, before pulling himself back into the comfort of his thick comforter.
"So whose Sora?" asks T.K .
Matt popped his head out of his comforter, wide eyed.
"How did you know?" Matt asks his no good brother.
"Who wouldn't? You kept calling her name all the time you were asleep." T.K said mockingly.
"The whole HOUSE knows?!" Matt almost screamed.
"Yup, so whose the babe, I didn't know you had it in you bro." T.K said, impressed.
"T.K, she's a girl, not a babe. Babe is a term used for baby piglets… beside I don't even think she likes me. I mean look at me! And before you do anymore damage to my already doomed life… what EXACTLY do you mean by, 'You didn't know I had it in me- silencethinks T.K no BAKA KUSO!!" Matt yells before wrestling his brother to the floor.
"Relax!" T.K yelled, raising his hand in defeat.
Matt slowly unclenched his grip around T.K's collar.
"You tell a soul… and I promise you'll find yourself roasting inside the oven covered in BBQ sauce."
"My lips are sealed." T.K acknowledged, "By the way, where's your guitar?"
Matt looked around his room to see no sign of his precious instrument. He was doomed, that was his late grandfather's guitar. It was a rare French guitar made by the late 19th century craftsmen, Jeanne Gabrielle. (Author's Notes: Pronounced Jau-hn Hab-ghie-ye)
'Well basically… it's just a guitar, but… I guess you can say it has a sentimental value to it.'
Matt dashes out of his room in hope to find the guitar… soon.
Not a milisecond after Matt exited his room his head popped back through the door.
"Don't you have somewhere to go?" asks Matt to his brother.
"Where would I wanna go?" T.K asks, quirking his eyebrow.
"Does the word SCHOOL ring any bells?" Matt said calmly.
"Oh Shit!" T.K yelled before disappearing almost instantly.
T.K soon left the room while his brother rummages through the huge mansion in search for his guitar.
"Damn! Where did I put it?" Matt said as he tried to remember the previous night's agenda.
Matt tried hard to recall the location of his guitar. But all he could remember… was
His pale face turned bright red at the thought. His mind was attacked by the image of Sora's face as she came nearer and… suddenly the same alien feeling came over him. His stomach felt funny and his knee's feels… like it was weakened he could barely stand up.
'Why does my skin feels itchy?' Matt thought as he walked towards the mirror, scratching his face.
Matt looked at his image inside the mirror in horror to see the pale part of his skin covered with tiny red spots.
"What the hell!?"
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Odaiba's Private Hospital
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"Don't worry Mr. Ishida this is really temporary, it'll go away in a couple of days." The doctor assured.
Matt sighed in relief, the red spots were bothering him more than the bloody red patches on his skin were.
"Usually these kind of skin of reaction is triggered, sort of like an allergy." The doctor explained.
"An allergy?" Matt inquired.
"But unfortunately I can't find the source that triggered these allergy, if these happens again please notify me so that I can find out what triggers it." The Doctor said before accompanying Matt out the door.
"Have a nice day now Yamato," The doctor said.
"Same to you, Dr. Takenouchi," Matt said with a veneration bow, before leaving the compound of the hospital.
Outside Matt puts on his cap and shades, because of his skin conditions he couldn't stay long under the sun. His messy blond hair peeked out of the navy blue cap. Matt headed towards his raven coloured Mustang and quickly got in.
As he drove on, his mind began to drift to the thought of the girl he met at the record store.
'Sora…'
The girl seems like it was super glued to his brain. He can't seem to get her out of his head.
Suddenly his skin felt itchy again, Matt began scratching his face.
He was getting more itchier that he's starting to believe that just the thought of the girl was making him all itchy….
And itchier.
"Hmm," Matt thought, 'I didn't even know what her last name is.'