Kibou no Tenshi Sniff…I'm so happy! 13 reviews…sniff… Thanks, all you people! I really appreciate it! Hope you do see this! Anyway, some of you were asking me what the Angel Mortal game is. Well, it is a game which you pick a name at random, and write messages to that person, but you do not reveal your identity to him or her. It's kinda fun, but if you pick someone you don't like, heh heh heh...

Daisuke Finally, ME, pretty lil' MOI, the reason of your existence, the ruler of all, the greatest legends of all legends, is BA-* Gets clobbered *

Kibou no Tenshi Ignore him. He has a one-track mind. And I use two hyphens for thoughts, by the way. I use brackets for A/N.

Disclaimer: Then what's a disclaimer for? Hehe… And yes, I do not own Digimon.

[Warning: This chapter might be a bit "hentai".]

Kissing!? No Way! ll Fragments of Memories ll

"Alright, class. We are going to play the Angel Mortal Game again this year, so please write your name on a piece of paper." Yanking out a piece of paper from his notebook, he glanced at Sora briefly. She was scavenging for a tiny piece of paper, hunting for one, but none. Grabbing the opportunity, he tore another piece and tossed it to her. Surprised, but contented and glad, she said," Thanks, Ishida." Here's my chance, thought the blonde-haired boy, and said," Say, Takenouchi, would you take me on a school tour later? I don't know this place." Writing her name, she handed it to the leader and said," Yeah, sure, why not?" The same pair of brown eyes was looking, inspecting their every movement. Laughter, chatter. He knew. What Ishida Yamato was up to. And he would sabotage his plan, no matter what. Straightening the creased paper in his sweaty palm, he saw the words, "Ishida Yamato."

Yamato smiled at the rep giving him the paper and letting the rep swoon over him, he looked at his paper. "Takenouchi Sora." He smirked, an evil grin.

"Great. Now for some fun."

[Homeroom]

Scanning the class to make sure that everyone had gotten a scrap of paper, and also taking this opportunity to ogle at Yamato, Seiijun sensei exclaimed, rather careful with her words," Now, class, I will distribute envelopes made out of fabric to you and that is going to be your mailbox for your angel to put messages in. This game is going to last for a whole year, so I don't want to see you swapping or exchanging pieces with other people, ok? You can decorate your mailbox and write a message to your mortal if you want to for the rest of homeroom. And Ishida, I want to see you for your particulars. Come with me." Leaving the rep to pass out envelopes to disinterested pupils, as all of them(except Sora) were sighing and gazing (and the boys glaring and staring) at the handsome blonde as he walked out, giving a final glance at Sora receiving her envelope from the rep, who almost tripped over her bag, too busy drooling at him. Once they were out, he asked the teacher. "You meant it, didn't you?" She just looked at him. Walked to the staff room, walking right past him.

"The good parts after your particulars, bad boy." Her voice was in a faint whisper, yet it portrayed the naughtiness and her flirtatious behaviour.

A thick glob of glitter glue fell onto the paper. Red smudged the purple fabric paint. Sora gasped. "Gosh…" Suddenly, a guy wearing blue, white-striped track pants came up. "Mind if I join you?" Sora looked up. Her expressionless look swiftly turned into a look of happiness. "Taichi!" Immediately she grabbed a vacant chair. The brunette flashed his shining, white teeth at her and sat. Taichi. Yagami Taichi. The captain of the soccer team, hugely popular. He always seemed to have a group of fangirls following him about, swooning at him. Handsome, good-looking, or whatever to describe him. At least he was not stuck-up like most popular people. Sora returned the smile and tried carefully to scrape off the glitter glue, using an ice-cream stick, gently removing the red hardened glob of glue. Taichi looked at Sora.

--Gosh, she's really beautiful. Not like drop-dead gorgeous, but she's somehow better than that. She doesn't flaunt, flirt, and try to act slutty or anything. Now like those girls. She's really…really…innocent. I doubt she even knows that her world is going to be changing drastically. Ishida Yamato. I'm never going to let that happen. To Sora. Especially Sora. Wait, why her especially? Why…? What's happening?

The redhead was choosing paints, picked blue, squeezed it out on a piece of tissue, then on the rough fabric. Her eyes were crimson, her lashes long. He had never taken any real notice of that. Her lips were a nice shade of pink, dark but again, not so dark to the point as if she had put on lipstick. They were nice and slender, exposing a bit of her straight teeth. Suddenly, her lips. They seemed so tempting. So delicious.

--If only my mouth could taste those lips…NO! What am I thinking? She's only my best friend! Besides, she only sees me as a best friend… what can I expect from her? But I've never felt this way before…Am I…Am I…

"Am I in love with her?"

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[Heh heh, squiggles and asterisks. Now, let's get back to Yamato because I know people will blast me for this if I don't write about Yama…]

The pen tip moved. After each move, there was a new word meticulously written in bold black ink. The lavender purple eyes followed his bony fingers about. Yamato felt uneasy, for a weird reason. His sapphire eyes immediately flashed back to the paper, concentrating fully. The lavender eyes still haven't took themselves off him, still staring at his face, his fingers. Finally, he finished the form with mixed feelings of excitement and guilt somehow, he passed the paper to her, his hand outstretched. Her eyes turned, naturally, to his paper, and took it, touching his hand in the process as well. Yamato flinched. Took a step back.

--Huh? Her hand…it's as though she has magic or something…it shocked me…rather it gave my heart gave a jolt. Her hand…it's so smooth. Nice. But I feel guilt when I look at her…I wonder why.

Seiijun sensei put the paper on the desk. Her thin, fragile body seemed like it could crack, break into a million of pieces just there. Her hair touched her back, a few loose strands coming to the front, playfully flying about. The rest of her hair was partially clipped up with a sliver pin, showing her layered hair. Her amethyst eyes were looking at the priceless paper with his address, cell phone number and so on. Aware that he was looking at her, examining her. She put down the paper. Walked to him, her clogs making noise each time they hit the floor board.

"You know something, Ishida? You're the first person."

Yamato stared. She continued.

"You're the first person who ever asked me like that. Most people are direct, just asking me straight how much I would take. My reputation isn't that good."

[Fragments of Memories-FF8. It's very fitting.]

Yamato turned his head down, aware of the discomfort lurking around. She looked at him. Suddenly she moved her slender fingers to her blouse and undid a button. Blue eyes slowly shifted to the white blouse, not looking up.

--I feel guilty…but why? I don't dare…do it to her. I don't understand. Ishida Yamato, you're a player and a rock star. You have no reputation but you're respected by loads of girls. You fooled around so many times. You're not a virgin. Unlike Sora…Takenouchi Sora…redhead…pretty…eyes that matched her hair, except darker…HUH!? Ishida Yamato, she's just like the others. Ruin her and just go. She'll drop her mask and reveal herself… but that's why you wanna ruin her. Ruin everyone. Father…mother…why…?

Yamato shot up when he saw a white blouse falling to the ground. His guts flew away. He lost all interest. Seiijun sensei looked at him, her breasts scantily covered with a white sports bra, the buckle of her skirt loose. They were quite big, unexpected of a skinny woman like her. Yamato diverted his attention to the floor.

--Father, Mother, no matter how much you hurt me, no matter how much you ruined my childhood, I know something embedded deep in my heart. I can never ever do that. I taught myself to be independent-in the wrong way. Takeru [WHOOT!]…I've let you down. If you're here, staring at this scene, you will hate me. Loathe me. I taught myself to be cold, uncaring, hurtful, to put on a mask which no one would pierce through.  Yes, I played with girls. I just couldn't, or didn't understand why…did you ruin Takeru and me. Divorce. What a hateful word. You hurt me, so I want to hurt others. Ruin them, just like what you've done to me. Ruin their life. And mine.

Why is Seiijun sensei so much like me? She's the female me. Her reputation isn't that good. She's just like me, a living robot, who only needs food, like a human, walks and runs like a human, but our hearts…is as cold and hard as stone. Silvery metal. "You meant that, didn't you?" Why…did I say that? Father…Mother…you meant that didn't you? You meant to break Takeru's heart right? My heart too…You two dropped your mask and revealed yourselves…hurting Takeru and me in the process.

[Flashback. The scene where Yamato and Takeru are separated.]

Mr Ishida: Yamato.

Yamato: Dad! I don't want to!

Mr Ishida: …Let's go.

Yamato: NO! I don't want to leave Takeru!

Ms Takaishi: Yamato…Takeru…

Takeru: Brother! Are you ever going to come back with Daddy? Meet mum and me some time again!

Yamato: …Takeru. Good bye. Take care of yourself. Remember not to eat too many sweets. You remember the story I told you about the girl who loved to eat sweets? You wouldn't want to end up like her right?

Takeru: Yes, big brother! Good bye! I don't wanna have ca-ve-ties [cavities. Don't forget, he's so young.] like Akiko!

Yamato: Takeru…

Ms Takaishi: Yamato…take good care.

Yamato: …… Yes…mom.

* They walk off with each kid in hand, with Takeru staring at Yamato and vice versa. *

[ Flashback ends ]

"Takeru… father…mother…" Yamato whispered.

--No, I won't do this to her. She's a broken soul like me.

His hands extended for her arm, and grabbed it. The corners of her mouth turned up a little, rather seductively.

He took the white blouse and stood up. Covered her, buttoning up for her. She stepped back, a little surprised. Yamato stood, not smiling, not frowning. They looked at each other. Stared into each other eyes. Ocean blue met faint lavender. Finally, his mouth opened.

"Can you tell me about yourself?"

Kibou no Tenshi Finally…I thought I will never get this done. Well, thanks for reading, and I'm gonna watch Lightyears now. Bye! And please review! Thanks for the wonderful reviews, reviewers!

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