Kibou no Tenshi I see I've been slacking for a loooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg time, so I will update. Anyway, school is busy and all, people, please don't kill me.

Daisuke And I have finally healed from my injuries! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE, THEN DON'T HIT THE GREAT DAI- * Gets clobbered by many shoes*

Kibou no Tenshi Hehe. Okay, I'm a bit brain dead. And thanks for the reviews, reviewers! Inconnu, thanks too! And yea, your physic abilities ROCK. Haha.

Disclaimer: Hey, I thought I said I don't own Digimon…anyway, it would be a shame to own Daisuke.

[I'm sorry if the last chapter put down a lot of you, but it's rated PG-13 for a reason….]

Heaven/Hell

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?"

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 [The staff room. Did I mention it's her own little office, locked?]

"Can you tell me about yourself?"

-Me…? Why do you want to know? It's not your business…. [Seiijun sensei]

He looked at her earnestly, hands slowly leaving the clean white blouse, retreating to a comfortable position on his knees.

-Ishida…it's none of your business. What kind of childhood I had…it's none of your business….but why…you can't help, can you…? You only can helplessly listen, but it will never do anything to my current status, will it…liars, all of you…saying that pouring out your troubles will make you feel better…but if you listen, it won't help…it will never help…liars. I hate. Liars.

She collapsed on the ground, her knees weak. Her eyes suddenly felt misty and foggy. She started to raise a hand, but a blue handkerchief rubbed against her eyes before she could. She looked up. Yamato was there, in the same position she was in, crouching down, holding a damp blue handkerchief in his hands, looking at her in a kindly way, which made her flinch.

-No one…treated me like this before…I'm just a used object, to be thrown after usage…just take off that mask. Stop that. I'm not used to it.

There he stood, still gazing at her with that same kind look, blue eyes somewhat smiling and warm. She could not stand it anymore. 

"Just when do you plan to stop? I'm only here for you as a toy, trash, nothing else! What makes you think you have the right to probe into my personal matters? It's none of your business…..get lost. Out of my life. Just go. "Her shoulders shook with rage, anger. Her long hair swished around, as her head moved. Her hands, her fingers, were clenched up in a menacing position. Yamato didn't say anything. He just continued looking, gazing into the other's eyes. Lavender. Loneliness. Hurt. Betrayal. Anger. Sadness.  The girl felt traumatized. She shifted herself a bit back, fearful of Yamato. He didn't move. Just looked. Stared.  She felt frightened. Useless. A pair of eyes following her, trying to read her inner secrets, her inner pain. Anger flared up in her. She stood up. He followed suit.

A cold blow left his cheek red hot, hot as her anger, cold as the tiled floor. Sprawled on the floor.

-I can't give up. I can't let her suffer in pain. I must know. I must help. Because….I am. Me. The lone wolf. Sadness.

He got up. Everything was a blur. He felt himself moving forward, going north, and he felt himself lurching forward, grabbing the lady.

-Warmth. Not ice. Warmth. I am going to heal your broken, shattered soul. We are the same.

The tender taste of her lips was the thing that engulfed him, that poured out the thoughts in his mind to her.

-We are one.

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[Yea, we need a break from mushiness and adult stuff once in a while. The class now.]

"Finally!" A glob of purple paint oozed out of the bottle. It splattered the neatly decorated once-white envelope. Sora moaned. "Oh…it has to turn out wrong at the last stage every time, does it?" Laughing, the brunette accompanying her reached out for her envelope. "Hey, don't be so sad. I'll fix it for you. Here." Taking the object from her like a precious jewel, he laid it out flat on the desk. "Let's see…hmm…yep, this part needs to be scraped off." Yanking an ice-cream stick, he did it gingerly, carefully. Sora looked on at the activity.

-Taichi…he's so sweet. Even when we were young, he used to do everything that I asked him to do, even when I was joking around. Sure, he has changed in height and looks over the years, but he's still as sweet as ever. Wonder why, though, he never got a girlfriend. I mean, almost three-quarters of the school loves him, or are head over heels in love with him. Hmm….reminds me…he used to be rather popular when he was 12…I even got into a quarrel with one of them…

[Flashback: When Taichi and Sora were 12, in their classroom last time.]

Taichi: Hey, Sora!

Sora: *Turns around* Wha? Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me.

Taichi: Hehe, no problem. Oh, I'm going for some food now. You wanna come along?

Sora: Umm, I have to finish a report. Go on without me.

Taichi…okay.

*Taichi leaves the classroom and nearly bumps into this girl called Miharu*

Taichi: *grabs her in time as she falls* Oops, sorry. Are you okay?

Miharu:*Blushes* I'm okay, Yagami-kun.

*Taichi leaves*

Miharu: Um…Takenouchi....I need to talk to you…in private.

Sora: Huh? There's no one in class, what do you wanna say?

Miharu: Umm…well, you see, I really like………..well, like…………..

Sora: Who?

Miharu: Ireallylikeyagamiverymuch.

Sora: Wha? I didn't catch that. Could you repeat that please?

Miharu:*Blushes REAL red* I REALLY LIKE YAGAMI TAICHI OF CLASS 6-2!!! I  REALLY DO LIKE HIM VERY MUCH!!!

Sora: Umm…I thought you said this was in private…umm…so you just want to tell me you like Taichi?

Miharu: Well, you and him are pretty close…may I ask you something?

Sora: What?

Miharu: Will you…will you…share him with others? He's always with you and well, you two always do stuff together. Rarely will you ever talk to the other girls, except for Tachikawa Mimi, in class 5-1 or Nakashima Ai from 6-3, and that's because you two are sports freaks! You always hang out with him, go out with him, even when you go home he's with you! Give him back please!

Sora: *Flies into a rage* I never snatched him away from anyone! It's just that you don't have the courage! How can you blame me when it's you all the time! How can you…go ask him yourself! I've never stopped you or anyone else!

Miharu: ……* steps out of the class silently*

Miharu: Never mind Takenouchi. You will never own up.

Sora: What do I have to own up for? I didn't do anything. What should I own up for?

Miharu: If...if…there wasn't a person like you on this earth it would be fine! *Runs out*

Sora: …what did I do…why…why do I always end up offending people….

[Flashback ends]

-Heh, but in the end she did tell Taichi…and he rejected her. Really a pity, when she's pretty and nice. But why did he do that? It seems that he was always waiting for someone, but I just couldn't figure out who he was waiting for all the time.  No point figuring it out anyway. It's sure not going to be me, because, well, because. Oh, he's done.

Handing over the envelope with removed bits of purple paint on the table, he flashed her a grin." There, done." Her hand reached out for the envelope, extending her long fingers.

-Wow…her hands are real long. So are her fingers. Taichi, she's holding out her hand. Grab this chance, Taichi! It's now or never.

The fingers were inching closer as each sweat drop came down on his slender neck, finally they reached their destination and took the object out of his hands gently, brushing against his fingers in the process.

- Smooth as silk…beautiful…I felt like I was in heaven at that very moment her fingertips brushed past mine. I wish…I was in heaven though. I don't want to tell her about Ishida, she'll be hurt. I don't wanna tell her about her true parentage… I don't wanna make my troubles hers. Heaven. My destination. A place without pain.

He looked at the girl. She was admiring the piece of handicraft, holding it up to the light, ruby eyes shining with pleasure and delight. The eyes. They hid all the traces of sadness and loneliness. They hid her frequent questionings to herself about her father. They hid everything she hated and cried about.

- Heaven…a place without pain…a place fit for me. And you. My heaven on Earth. Odaiba, planet earth. 

"Sora, do you wanna go to heaven…with me?"

Kibou no Tenshi Yea, I have PLANNED something….hehehe…okay, a bit retarded sounding…hmm…you will find out about Sora's problems later, I guess. And I must say something…I know I am a super slacker, but school is driving me crazy…yea, and please review!  Thanks for all your wonderful reviews! I really appreciate them! Till the next time!