This is another Sorato for you!! Dedicated to all you Sorato lovers out
there, enjoy!!! Don't forget to review as usual, I love getting feedback
from you!!! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Yamato Ishida, but I do own Mr. Yagami, Black Dragon, Mr. Miyaki, Yulei Haruka and Hiroke Yasamishi, not to mention the whole plot and idea of this fic.
Denser than Metal.
By Anime Queen
A/N: Yamato Ishida was never part of the Digidestined, and pretend the crest of friendship never existed.
. - thoughts
Yamato's POV:
"Urgent message for Yamato Ishida," the voice said over the intercom. "I repeat, Yamato Ishida please report to the main office."
Man, what have I done now? I thought as I lazily gathered up my backpack and slid out of the sear. My classmates' curious glances followed me all the way as I strode to the front of the classroom and out the door.
Wonder what do they want now? I stopped to drink at a water fountain. Whatever it is, it's way better than sitting in that class, listening to that bitch throw bull over our heads.
At long last I reached the door to the office, and reluctantly walked in. But instead of my counselor sitting there with that disapproving look on her face, she was looking confused and amazed.
"Yamato, how nice to finally see that you've shown up."
At least she hasn't lost her sarcasm.
She motioned for me to follow her into the principal's office.
Two people were standing with their backs to me, both dressed out in black. Once they turned, I breathed a sigh of relief. I grinned at the tall girl in a short black skirt and tight matching top, but she rewarded me with a blank stare.
Same as always.
The other person in a black suit winked at me, and I raised my hand in greeting.
"Mr. Ishida, I reckon you know these people?" the principal looked at me in amazement.
"Well."
"We are not at liberty to talk about it, Mr. Yagami," the girl cut in.
"Of course," he instantly bowed his head. "And the duration of this?"
The girl handed him an envelope, but didn't wait until he read the contents.
"We should be going now, sir," she said curtly and bowed slightly.
"Yes, yes, of course," came the muffled reply.
We all bowed once more before exiting the office.
"So what's going on, Yu?" I asked her as soon as we were out of the door.
"New mission," the girl known as Yulei Haruka replied simply. She flipped her stork black hair over her shoulder and put her dark shades over her amethyst eyes.
On my other side, Hiroke Yasamishi just walked in silence. We soon reached the visitor parking lot, and climbed into Yulei's black sports car, Hiroke in the passenger seat, and myself in the back.
"Just how much do you know about this mission?" I asked my friends.
"Not much. Only that you're part of it, and it's a clean job," Hiroke shrugged.
"Whatever it is, I'm glad it's gonna take me out of class for a while," I sighed contently and relaxed.
"Not as long as you think," Yulei locked eyes with me in the rearview mirror for a brief moment. "From what I've gathered, it's a very simple job. Simple enough to send you." I was about to reply, but her bright eyes flashed behind her shades before she turned back to the road.
In all the years I've known her, she's always been supportive towards me while we were training together.
"Hey, where are we going?" I exclaimed as Yulei deliberately turned in the wrong direction. Hiroke smirked.
"You need to change, don't you?" he turned around and gave me a meaningful stare. I was still in my school uniform.
"That was. um, thoughtful of you," I turned to see Yulei's reaction, but her eyes remained on the road ahead.
As Yulei pulled up in front of my house, I got out.
"Hurry up! Wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting!" Hiroke yelled after me. I raised my arm in acknowledgement, not even bothering to turn around. We've been friends too long for politeness.
I fumbled with my key, trying to open the front door.
What would good old Miyaki want now? Something simple. is it evaluation day already?
I threw my backpack onto the kitchen counter, and grabbed a cereal bar out of the fridge. I ran up to my room, and opened the closet. Hanging neatly on a hanger, among a pile of dirty laundry and other clothes, were my own Black Dragon accessories. Quickly slipping on the black attire, I checked my email messages.
Motherfuckers, spammed my box again. I thought in frustration. What's the use of spam filters if everything comes through anyway?
I heard the horn outside my window.
"I'm coming, dammit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Finally I gathered up my things and got back into the car. We rode in silence until we reached the company building. We flashed our IDs and the guard waved us through to the parking lot. Except for a few vehicles scattered here and there, the place was deserted. That came as no surprise. Most of them were at work, school or on assignment.
We took the elevator to the top floor, and Yulei knocked on Mr. Miyaki's door. We waited patiently until a security guard appeared to escort us. It may look like an ordinary building on the outside, but it was milling with increased security inside. We were ushered into an internal office, where Mr. Miyaki, founder and president of Black Dragon Secret Services, was sitting behind his desk, chewing on a doughnut.
"Ah, Ishida!" he exclaimed and gestured for us to sit down across the desk from him. I bowed respectfully and took off my shades.
"If I may, sir, why am I here?" I asked none too politely. I leaned back in my chair and kind of crossed my arms over my chest.
"The reason you are here, Ishida, is that I've got an assignment for you," he produced an envelope from his desk drawer, and, to my amazement, put it on the desk in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hiroke glance quizzically at our boss.
"Sir?" Yulei questioned.
Mr. Miyaki laughed at our surprised stares.
"Yes, that's right, I'm putting Ishida in charge of this operation," he said in a serious tone, and held up his hand for silence when I started to open my mouth to say something.
"Read through the contents carefully," he said looking emphatically at the big envelope in front of me.
"Of course, sir," I still couldn't believe my luck.
"Any questions?" he leaned back, looking into each of our faces in turn.
"May I inquire the nature of this mission, sir?" Yulei crossed her legs and leaned forwards in her chair.
"Assassination," he said simply.
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Tada!!! One chapter done, many more to go!! Don't forget to review as usual ^_^ And don't tell me in the reviews that it's confusing, probably in the next chapters it will clear up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yamato Ishida, but I do own Mr. Yagami, Black Dragon, Mr. Miyaki, Yulei Haruka and Hiroke Yasamishi, not to mention the whole plot and idea of this fic.
Denser than Metal.
By Anime Queen
A/N: Yamato Ishida was never part of the Digidestined, and pretend the crest of friendship never existed.
. - thoughts
Yamato's POV:
"Urgent message for Yamato Ishida," the voice said over the intercom. "I repeat, Yamato Ishida please report to the main office."
Man, what have I done now? I thought as I lazily gathered up my backpack and slid out of the sear. My classmates' curious glances followed me all the way as I strode to the front of the classroom and out the door.
Wonder what do they want now? I stopped to drink at a water fountain. Whatever it is, it's way better than sitting in that class, listening to that bitch throw bull over our heads.
At long last I reached the door to the office, and reluctantly walked in. But instead of my counselor sitting there with that disapproving look on her face, she was looking confused and amazed.
"Yamato, how nice to finally see that you've shown up."
At least she hasn't lost her sarcasm.
She motioned for me to follow her into the principal's office.
Two people were standing with their backs to me, both dressed out in black. Once they turned, I breathed a sigh of relief. I grinned at the tall girl in a short black skirt and tight matching top, but she rewarded me with a blank stare.
Same as always.
The other person in a black suit winked at me, and I raised my hand in greeting.
"Mr. Ishida, I reckon you know these people?" the principal looked at me in amazement.
"Well."
"We are not at liberty to talk about it, Mr. Yagami," the girl cut in.
"Of course," he instantly bowed his head. "And the duration of this?"
The girl handed him an envelope, but didn't wait until he read the contents.
"We should be going now, sir," she said curtly and bowed slightly.
"Yes, yes, of course," came the muffled reply.
We all bowed once more before exiting the office.
"So what's going on, Yu?" I asked her as soon as we were out of the door.
"New mission," the girl known as Yulei Haruka replied simply. She flipped her stork black hair over her shoulder and put her dark shades over her amethyst eyes.
On my other side, Hiroke Yasamishi just walked in silence. We soon reached the visitor parking lot, and climbed into Yulei's black sports car, Hiroke in the passenger seat, and myself in the back.
"Just how much do you know about this mission?" I asked my friends.
"Not much. Only that you're part of it, and it's a clean job," Hiroke shrugged.
"Whatever it is, I'm glad it's gonna take me out of class for a while," I sighed contently and relaxed.
"Not as long as you think," Yulei locked eyes with me in the rearview mirror for a brief moment. "From what I've gathered, it's a very simple job. Simple enough to send you." I was about to reply, but her bright eyes flashed behind her shades before she turned back to the road.
In all the years I've known her, she's always been supportive towards me while we were training together.
"Hey, where are we going?" I exclaimed as Yulei deliberately turned in the wrong direction. Hiroke smirked.
"You need to change, don't you?" he turned around and gave me a meaningful stare. I was still in my school uniform.
"That was. um, thoughtful of you," I turned to see Yulei's reaction, but her eyes remained on the road ahead.
As Yulei pulled up in front of my house, I got out.
"Hurry up! Wouldn't want to keep the boss waiting!" Hiroke yelled after me. I raised my arm in acknowledgement, not even bothering to turn around. We've been friends too long for politeness.
I fumbled with my key, trying to open the front door.
What would good old Miyaki want now? Something simple. is it evaluation day already?
I threw my backpack onto the kitchen counter, and grabbed a cereal bar out of the fridge. I ran up to my room, and opened the closet. Hanging neatly on a hanger, among a pile of dirty laundry and other clothes, were my own Black Dragon accessories. Quickly slipping on the black attire, I checked my email messages.
Motherfuckers, spammed my box again. I thought in frustration. What's the use of spam filters if everything comes through anyway?
I heard the horn outside my window.
"I'm coming, dammit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
Finally I gathered up my things and got back into the car. We rode in silence until we reached the company building. We flashed our IDs and the guard waved us through to the parking lot. Except for a few vehicles scattered here and there, the place was deserted. That came as no surprise. Most of them were at work, school or on assignment.
We took the elevator to the top floor, and Yulei knocked on Mr. Miyaki's door. We waited patiently until a security guard appeared to escort us. It may look like an ordinary building on the outside, but it was milling with increased security inside. We were ushered into an internal office, where Mr. Miyaki, founder and president of Black Dragon Secret Services, was sitting behind his desk, chewing on a doughnut.
"Ah, Ishida!" he exclaimed and gestured for us to sit down across the desk from him. I bowed respectfully and took off my shades.
"If I may, sir, why am I here?" I asked none too politely. I leaned back in my chair and kind of crossed my arms over my chest.
"The reason you are here, Ishida, is that I've got an assignment for you," he produced an envelope from his desk drawer, and, to my amazement, put it on the desk in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hiroke glance quizzically at our boss.
"Sir?" Yulei questioned.
Mr. Miyaki laughed at our surprised stares.
"Yes, that's right, I'm putting Ishida in charge of this operation," he said in a serious tone, and held up his hand for silence when I started to open my mouth to say something.
"Read through the contents carefully," he said looking emphatically at the big envelope in front of me.
"Of course, sir," I still couldn't believe my luck.
"Any questions?" he leaned back, looking into each of our faces in turn.
"May I inquire the nature of this mission, sir?" Yulei crossed her legs and leaned forwards in her chair.
"Assassination," he said simply.
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Tada!!! One chapter done, many more to go!! Don't forget to review as usual ^_^ And don't tell me in the reviews that it's confusing, probably in the next chapters it will clear up.