How come?

Written by: Matt-luvs-Sora

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and never will.

"Yes…Yes… No!No! I want the stocks in by tomorrow, no excuses Jimmy… I want it by noon tomorrow and that's final!" Sora notified, before hanging up.

Sora sighed softly, her neck was killing her from slouching in front of the computer so much. Sora slowly massaged her neck but stopped immediately when she accidentally cracked it.

"Ouch,"

Sora's tired eyes wandered to the back of the counter to where the velvet guitar case was.

"Hmm," she thought, 'Still couldn't find the owner, if only I knew his last name or something.'

Out of curiosity, Sora pulled the guitar case by its handle and carefully placed it on top of the counter. She was sure 'Matt' wouldn't mind her nosing around his stuff.

Sora took a closer look at the case to see that it was locked with a 4 numbered pin code.

'This should be easy,' Sora thought as her fingers fiddled with the numbers.

"Let's see, 0…0…0…0 and… Presto!" Sora said

'Classic,' Sora thought to herself.

Sora laughed at her little victory as the guitar case opens.

She began checking for any sorts of identification on the bag only to find…

… not a single identification material inside the guitar case! No address. No telephone number.

No nothing.

Then Sora noticed strands of paper peering out from the case's sleeves.

Sora pulled the papers, careful not to wrinkle it, 'Hmm, What's this?' Sora thought as she looks at it.

She sure wasn't very gifted in music but she was experienced enough to know that the notes piled up on these sheets of paper makes up a song.

Like it was the most natural thing to do, Sora raised the guitar to her lap and began playing.

Pitch by pitch the song began to fall into place.

'What a beautiful song…'

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Matt drove on still trying to remember where he last placed the guitar.

Feeling frustrated Matt threw his back into the leather seats and looked outside the car window.

There it was.

'That's last night record store…'

As Matt passed by it, he looked over at the counter of the shop to see the red headed girl talking over the phone.

Suddenly, his face felt burning hot and the itching that was gone before began to transpire.

Matt started scratching his face annoyedly.

As he returned his attention back to the road he saw an orange cat in the middle of the road and animatedly swerved to the right.

A loud BANG was heard throughout the area.

Matt opened his eyes, his full 180o view was filled with hundreds of envelopes flying everywhere and a big red mailbox stuck to the front of his car.

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Back at the record Store

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*BANG*

Sora broke out of her reverie and puts the guitar down.

She quickly got out from behind the counter and walked out of the store and into the streets to see a bright red Mustang fixed into a red mailbox.

Matt exited the car as the rear end of his car began to fill with smoke.

He slammed the door shut and looked at the disaster he had just created.

'Great.' Matt thought solemnly.

People started rushing up to help him but when they saw him they quickly backed away.

They were afraid of him or to be more exact, his appearance.

People that were previously gathered around him now evidently tried to evade him.

'Ignore them,' he said to himself sternly.

All of a sudden, Matt felt a sharp pain in his leg. He must have hurt himself during the crash.

"Damned." Matt cursed softly.

Matt perched himself beside the car for support and took off his cap.

He grabbed his cell phone out of his back pocket and dialed for the tow truck.

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On the other side of the road

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Sora went nearer to take a closer look at the accident.

'That is a major damage,' Sora thought as she looks at the condition of the car and at the same time calculating how much the owner had to pay to get a car like that repaired.

Panic stricken, Sora wondered, 'Is anyone hurt?'

Her question was immediately answered when she saw a man with a cap and dark sunglasses exited the car.

'He looks fine,' Sora thought

Sora sighed in relief, she twirled around and initiated her way back to the store whistling happily.

"Wait!" Sora almost yelled.

Sora glanced back at the man beside the car.

The man took of his cap to reveal a familiar messy blond hair.

"YOU!" Sora chirped.

Matt turned his head to the source of the voice.

His eyes were greeted by the sight of the red headed girl from the record store running his way.

Matt felt like the blood from his face was sucked out momentarily.

"Mister! I mean Matt!!" Sora yelled out.

Unconsciously Matt broke into a run, which confuses him. He doesn't know why the hell he was running for.

He wasn't in a hurry.

… and he sure wasn't scared of a girl.

"Wait!!" Sora yelled again as he saw the man breaking into a run, "You left your guitar at my store!"

Matt didn't hear a single word she said as he was to busy trying to escape her.

However his injured leg wasn't going to co-operate with his escape. Losing his balance, Matt finally tumbled down onto the hard cement pavement.

Sora saw him fall and quickly ran to his side.

"Daijoubu ka?" Sora asked, worried echoed in her voice.

Matt stubbornly tried to get up in hope to avoid her, but he just kept falling down.

Finally he gave up.

To his surprise he felt Sora's hand ran across his shoulder and under his arm.

He looked at her wide-eyed.

"Come, I'll help you up." Sora offered.