I hate people who drink and drive. The incident of one of my good friends inspired me to this story; she was one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but now she is confined and partially paralyzed to a wheel chair. Don't drink and drive. The person in the wheel chair could be you one day.
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Prologue: Yamato and Sora: 21 years of age.
"Yamato!" Sora chimed as he opened the door. "Thank you so much for taking care of my hamster when I'm gone. You are such a sweetie." She beamed, planting a peck of a kiss on his rosy cheeks as she stepped in, carrying her hamster sitting in his home (Hamtaro?).
"Obviously.." Yamato smiled, closing the door behind her. Sora set the hamster on an unoccupied table in his messy dorm. "Been writing more music?" She smiled, eyeing the scattered sheet music on the floor.
"Yeah.." Yamato sighed. "The last record company I went to didn't like my music...that's the second one.." He trailed off.
"Aw, it'll be okay. I like your music. Those idiots don't know good music if it slapped them in the face. I'm 100% positive the next one will turn you into a Rockstar Billionaire!" Sora smiled, hugging him from the back.
"I'm not that good." Yamato chuckled, putting his hands over hers. "But that would be nice.." He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them tenderly. Sora giggled.
"Well, I have to go. The bus driver would love to leave me here if he had the chance." Sora sighed. Yamato turned around, his body slightly grew arched as he leaned over and nudged his lips softly against Sora's. Sora closed her eyes and smiled, accepting the start of his kiss. Yamato then pressed his lips a little more firmly against hers, as he too closed his eyes. Sora's soft lips moved synchronized against his as she nibbled gently on his bottom lip. She pushed away gently, breaking the kiss. Yamato, expressed in his cerulean eyes, wished to have moved further, but he understood that Sora had to go on the tennis tournament trip. "See you in three days." He smiled, wishing she would not go away. "Love ya."
"I love you too." Sora replied back, reaching in the pocket of her dufflebag (Yes, it appears magically). She pulled out a delicate, white gold ring, a cerulean diamond proudly placed in the middle, and on the inner rim of the ring, the name ' Sora Takenouchi ' was etched. "It's my college ring. I know how much you will be missing me." Sora beamed as she teased playfully, handing it to him.
"Wait." Yamato quickly thought, scrabbling over to his messy drawers, quickly pulling them out until he was satisfied with what he found. He pulled out his own ring, quickly going back to Sora and dropping it gently in her palms, his hands over hers as he delicately folded her fingers to her palm. Sora took it graciously, keeping it in a safe place as the greatest treasure she .. temporarily owned. "See you in three days.." She trailed off, heading towards the door. She looked back longingly, and finally headed out towards the door, closing it behind her.
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"Dammit. It's only been a couple of hours and I feel as though I lost her forever. I feel so depressed.." Yamato sighed to himself, etching music notes on the music lines. His phone rang, and he eagerly picked it up, hoping for Sora. He sighed, hearing a male's voice, not the delicate female one he hoped for. "Hey what's up man? You sound down. Want to go to the bar?" The voice asked. Yamato shrugged, knowing his friend couldn't see him. 'Sure, why not.' He thought. 'Maybe it'll get my mind off of Sora.' "I'll be over in a sec." Yamato replied, hanging up.
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"Is this the place?" Yamato asked, parking his silver car in the packed parking lot.
"Yep! That's the one." His non-driving friend said, stepping out of the car. Two other friends had joined the 'carpool'. 'I guess it'll be fun. Heh, I guess I can put my new legalized drinking rights to use.' Yamato thought, joining his friends as they headed toward packed building.
"This will be great!" His friend nudged Yamato, as they trotted coolly across the parking lot. "Man, what's the matter? I've seen that same sad expression for almost an hour now. Cheer up!"
Yamato forced a smile, satisfying his caring friend. "Watch out for hangovers." He chuckled.
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Yamato woke up, his eyes seeing nothing but blurred colors. "I feel like someone's hit me over and over with a chair." He groaned, feeling aches and pain all over his body, and a splitting migraine. His eyes finally focused. "Oh..my.." Yamato blinked over and over in disbelief, shocked at the naked body on top of his. "Oh my fucking god!" Yamato exclaimed, gawking at the pair of large, silicone-implanted breasts pressed against his chest, with a heart tattoo on them. 'Oh my god. Oh my god.' Yamato thought over and over, trying to remember what happened yesterday at the bar. Nothing. "Oh my god.." Yamato was paralyzed in shock, trying to realize what exactly was going on. He pushed the unknown women over, not caring where she landed as she continued snoring. "Oh shit, what do I do?" He whispered to himself, as he messily clothed himself. To add to his luck, there was a ring of the doorbell. "Oh great.." He laughed to himself in disbelief. Closing the door with the snoozing women, he quickly headed towards the front door and swung it open. To his disbelief and shock it was Sora.
"Hey there sexy!" Sora chimed, eyeing the pale Yamato as color drained his face. He was so shocked he said nothing. "Wow, -that- surprised to see me?" She giggled. "Yeah, our dumb bus broke down and while we were about to switch buses, a girl started having a heart attack, and the trip got postponed. Yeah, I know, it's horrible. She was rushed to the hospital, I hope she's okay.." Sora sighed. "She broke up with her boyfriend a couple of days ago also.. I wonder if you can have a heart attack from being emotionally hurt a lot.." Sora continued, but still Yamato was too shock to reply. "Hello? Yamato, are you there?"
The unknown women stepped out in view, wearing a black thong and a seductive bra. "What's all this racket?" She complained, looking at Yamato, then eyeing Sora. "Who is -she-?" The young women shrieked, pointing angrily to Sora.
"W-What?" Sora was baffled. "No, who are -you?!-" Sora's voice rose a little, hoping what she thought did not really happen.
The unknown women continued angrily. "You bastard!" She screamed, slapping Yamato to his sense. "You told me you were single, brought me home, and in return, I gave you the night of your life! -THIS- is how you repay me? By seeing some monkey girl?!"
Tears welled up in Sora's eyes. "No, it's not what you think!" Yamato finally blurted out, trying to redeem himself for getting so drunk that he brought a complete stranger home with him. Sora felt a mixture of hurt and anger, not knowing what to say or do. She stared hard and cold into Yamato's eyes, the expression of 'How could you?' laced around her brown eyes. Yamato reached for her, but Sora jerked back. "Y-Y-Yama.." She trailed off and took off running, tears flowing fast down her cheeks. "No! Sora wait!' Yamato hollered, chasing after her., but he eventually lost her in the tricky direction she ran in.
Sora stopped, body bent, hands on her knees, panting and gasping for air and sobbing, all at the same time. She finally calmed down after a while, trying to rethink what had just happened. Suddenly, loud, sharp screeches of car brakes broke her thoughts, as the screeching drew nearer, as the car recklessly drove on and off the curves of the road, smashing into trashcans and mailboxes, creating chaos. The drunk driver spotted Sora, as her heart leaped with fear. She tried to move, but her legs were paralyzed with fear, her eyes widening as the headlights of the car got brighter and brighter.
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Yamato sat on his old couch, feeling extreme guilt, his hands covering his face in shame. Tears dropped from his eyes and onto his unfinished music, stirring up the inky music notes, as he pondered on how to make Sora understand and forgive him. He sighed as his roommate stepped into the room. "Yamato, look! The news! A car accident a few minutes ago.." His friend exclaimed.
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(A couple of months later..)
"Good morning Mrs. and Mr. Takenouchi." The doctor addressed Sora's parents formally and seriously.
"Please, tell us how our daughter has been doing.." Sora's mom cried, her husband cradling her gently in his arms.
"She's ... improving.." The doctor said uncomfortably. "I'm sorry to say that for her to walk again, she must go under very expensive, intensive treatment and surgery.."
Sora's dad shook his head, wishing he could help his only child more, but a middle-class man could only provide so much finance for the care of one children. "If not for insurance, you'd be in an even worse situation.." The doctor sighed.
Sora's dad, feeling helpless, asked for the price of the treatment. The greedy doctor beamed, hoping he would pay the price. "About $200,000 a year...not including plastic surgery to get your child to look the same again."
"T-Thank you.." Sora's dad started to cry, feeling helpless as the doctor wheeled his poor daughter out in a wheelchair.
"Mom! Dad!" Sora smiled, but the smile broke her parents' hurt furthermore. Sora sighed. "Let's go home.." She said. Her fingers curled and paralyzed, she was only able to use her knuckles to coax the wheels of the wheelchair to move. Her strong, tan legs were now limp, pale, and weak from the inability and lack of use. Her face, slightly mangled and deprived, while she suffered some brain damage and paralysis. Her parents followed silently behind her, as they eyed a wealthy family, their tubby kid humming happily with his leg propped up in a transitory cast, fingers gripping and pushing the button of the electric wheelchair, the chair obediently following every order.
"That's it. We're moving out of this shitty town." Sora's dad blurted out angrily, helping his daughter into the old minivan, as he eyed the "Rival" family placing their spoiled kid into a brand new sports car.
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Prologue: Yamato and Sora: 21 years of age.
"Yamato!" Sora chimed as he opened the door. "Thank you so much for taking care of my hamster when I'm gone. You are such a sweetie." She beamed, planting a peck of a kiss on his rosy cheeks as she stepped in, carrying her hamster sitting in his home (Hamtaro?).
"Obviously.." Yamato smiled, closing the door behind her. Sora set the hamster on an unoccupied table in his messy dorm. "Been writing more music?" She smiled, eyeing the scattered sheet music on the floor.
"Yeah.." Yamato sighed. "The last record company I went to didn't like my music...that's the second one.." He trailed off.
"Aw, it'll be okay. I like your music. Those idiots don't know good music if it slapped them in the face. I'm 100% positive the next one will turn you into a Rockstar Billionaire!" Sora smiled, hugging him from the back.
"I'm not that good." Yamato chuckled, putting his hands over hers. "But that would be nice.." He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them tenderly. Sora giggled.
"Well, I have to go. The bus driver would love to leave me here if he had the chance." Sora sighed. Yamato turned around, his body slightly grew arched as he leaned over and nudged his lips softly against Sora's. Sora closed her eyes and smiled, accepting the start of his kiss. Yamato then pressed his lips a little more firmly against hers, as he too closed his eyes. Sora's soft lips moved synchronized against his as she nibbled gently on his bottom lip. She pushed away gently, breaking the kiss. Yamato, expressed in his cerulean eyes, wished to have moved further, but he understood that Sora had to go on the tennis tournament trip. "See you in three days." He smiled, wishing she would not go away. "Love ya."
"I love you too." Sora replied back, reaching in the pocket of her dufflebag (Yes, it appears magically). She pulled out a delicate, white gold ring, a cerulean diamond proudly placed in the middle, and on the inner rim of the ring, the name ' Sora Takenouchi ' was etched. "It's my college ring. I know how much you will be missing me." Sora beamed as she teased playfully, handing it to him.
"Wait." Yamato quickly thought, scrabbling over to his messy drawers, quickly pulling them out until he was satisfied with what he found. He pulled out his own ring, quickly going back to Sora and dropping it gently in her palms, his hands over hers as he delicately folded her fingers to her palm. Sora took it graciously, keeping it in a safe place as the greatest treasure she .. temporarily owned. "See you in three days.." She trailed off, heading towards the door. She looked back longingly, and finally headed out towards the door, closing it behind her.
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"Dammit. It's only been a couple of hours and I feel as though I lost her forever. I feel so depressed.." Yamato sighed to himself, etching music notes on the music lines. His phone rang, and he eagerly picked it up, hoping for Sora. He sighed, hearing a male's voice, not the delicate female one he hoped for. "Hey what's up man? You sound down. Want to go to the bar?" The voice asked. Yamato shrugged, knowing his friend couldn't see him. 'Sure, why not.' He thought. 'Maybe it'll get my mind off of Sora.' "I'll be over in a sec." Yamato replied, hanging up.
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"Is this the place?" Yamato asked, parking his silver car in the packed parking lot.
"Yep! That's the one." His non-driving friend said, stepping out of the car. Two other friends had joined the 'carpool'. 'I guess it'll be fun. Heh, I guess I can put my new legalized drinking rights to use.' Yamato thought, joining his friends as they headed toward packed building.
"This will be great!" His friend nudged Yamato, as they trotted coolly across the parking lot. "Man, what's the matter? I've seen that same sad expression for almost an hour now. Cheer up!"
Yamato forced a smile, satisfying his caring friend. "Watch out for hangovers." He chuckled.
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Yamato woke up, his eyes seeing nothing but blurred colors. "I feel like someone's hit me over and over with a chair." He groaned, feeling aches and pain all over his body, and a splitting migraine. His eyes finally focused. "Oh..my.." Yamato blinked over and over in disbelief, shocked at the naked body on top of his. "Oh my fucking god!" Yamato exclaimed, gawking at the pair of large, silicone-implanted breasts pressed against his chest, with a heart tattoo on them. 'Oh my god. Oh my god.' Yamato thought over and over, trying to remember what happened yesterday at the bar. Nothing. "Oh my god.." Yamato was paralyzed in shock, trying to realize what exactly was going on. He pushed the unknown women over, not caring where she landed as she continued snoring. "Oh shit, what do I do?" He whispered to himself, as he messily clothed himself. To add to his luck, there was a ring of the doorbell. "Oh great.." He laughed to himself in disbelief. Closing the door with the snoozing women, he quickly headed towards the front door and swung it open. To his disbelief and shock it was Sora.
"Hey there sexy!" Sora chimed, eyeing the pale Yamato as color drained his face. He was so shocked he said nothing. "Wow, -that- surprised to see me?" She giggled. "Yeah, our dumb bus broke down and while we were about to switch buses, a girl started having a heart attack, and the trip got postponed. Yeah, I know, it's horrible. She was rushed to the hospital, I hope she's okay.." Sora sighed. "She broke up with her boyfriend a couple of days ago also.. I wonder if you can have a heart attack from being emotionally hurt a lot.." Sora continued, but still Yamato was too shock to reply. "Hello? Yamato, are you there?"
The unknown women stepped out in view, wearing a black thong and a seductive bra. "What's all this racket?" She complained, looking at Yamato, then eyeing Sora. "Who is -she-?" The young women shrieked, pointing angrily to Sora.
"W-What?" Sora was baffled. "No, who are -you?!-" Sora's voice rose a little, hoping what she thought did not really happen.
The unknown women continued angrily. "You bastard!" She screamed, slapping Yamato to his sense. "You told me you were single, brought me home, and in return, I gave you the night of your life! -THIS- is how you repay me? By seeing some monkey girl?!"
Tears welled up in Sora's eyes. "No, it's not what you think!" Yamato finally blurted out, trying to redeem himself for getting so drunk that he brought a complete stranger home with him. Sora felt a mixture of hurt and anger, not knowing what to say or do. She stared hard and cold into Yamato's eyes, the expression of 'How could you?' laced around her brown eyes. Yamato reached for her, but Sora jerked back. "Y-Y-Yama.." She trailed off and took off running, tears flowing fast down her cheeks. "No! Sora wait!' Yamato hollered, chasing after her., but he eventually lost her in the tricky direction she ran in.
Sora stopped, body bent, hands on her knees, panting and gasping for air and sobbing, all at the same time. She finally calmed down after a while, trying to rethink what had just happened. Suddenly, loud, sharp screeches of car brakes broke her thoughts, as the screeching drew nearer, as the car recklessly drove on and off the curves of the road, smashing into trashcans and mailboxes, creating chaos. The drunk driver spotted Sora, as her heart leaped with fear. She tried to move, but her legs were paralyzed with fear, her eyes widening as the headlights of the car got brighter and brighter.
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Yamato sat on his old couch, feeling extreme guilt, his hands covering his face in shame. Tears dropped from his eyes and onto his unfinished music, stirring up the inky music notes, as he pondered on how to make Sora understand and forgive him. He sighed as his roommate stepped into the room. "Yamato, look! The news! A car accident a few minutes ago.." His friend exclaimed.
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(A couple of months later..)
"Good morning Mrs. and Mr. Takenouchi." The doctor addressed Sora's parents formally and seriously.
"Please, tell us how our daughter has been doing.." Sora's mom cried, her husband cradling her gently in his arms.
"She's ... improving.." The doctor said uncomfortably. "I'm sorry to say that for her to walk again, she must go under very expensive, intensive treatment and surgery.."
Sora's dad shook his head, wishing he could help his only child more, but a middle-class man could only provide so much finance for the care of one children. "If not for insurance, you'd be in an even worse situation.." The doctor sighed.
Sora's dad, feeling helpless, asked for the price of the treatment. The greedy doctor beamed, hoping he would pay the price. "About $200,000 a year...not including plastic surgery to get your child to look the same again."
"T-Thank you.." Sora's dad started to cry, feeling helpless as the doctor wheeled his poor daughter out in a wheelchair.
"Mom! Dad!" Sora smiled, but the smile broke her parents' hurt furthermore. Sora sighed. "Let's go home.." She said. Her fingers curled and paralyzed, she was only able to use her knuckles to coax the wheels of the wheelchair to move. Her strong, tan legs were now limp, pale, and weak from the inability and lack of use. Her face, slightly mangled and deprived, while she suffered some brain damage and paralysis. Her parents followed silently behind her, as they eyed a wealthy family, their tubby kid humming happily with his leg propped up in a transitory cast, fingers gripping and pushing the button of the electric wheelchair, the chair obediently following every order.
"That's it. We're moving out of this shitty town." Sora's dad blurted out angrily, helping his daughter into the old minivan, as he eyed the "Rival" family placing their spoiled kid into a brand new sports car.