AN: Hello everybody! Since it's the break and since I don't believe in doing work, I'm going to have plenty of time to write so this chap is goin up pretty fast.
Lolz, I was reading the reviews I got and I just have to say something to SR71-will, who wrote, "Sorato sucks, Taiora rules." So, to SR71-will: Honestly I like Taiora too but this fic just isn't a Taiora. But since I did kind of write SORATO in the plot summary, I don't understand why you read it… lolz. But, if in the future I do decide to write a Taiora [I'm not giving up on this fic!] I hope that you will read that one instead and comment there. As for the time being, I hope that you have fun reading a good Taiora.
No one shoot me down! I'm not stopping with the Sorato and I have no intentions of doing so either. I have another Sorato plot in mind but I will finish this before I start another. I like reading both Sorato and Taiora, but I like writing Sorato more. So I'm done with my note, if anyone read all of this, thanks for reading it. ^-^
Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine.
Chapter 7 – Miniskirts
One week later.
Sora sat in front of her easel in the fourth period advanced painting class. She had always shown an extraordinary talent in the area of art and was put into the class when she first transferred over. Most schools couldn't afford such well-supplied art classes, but Ishida high was very well off. Sora sighed, the school really was a school for the rich, and perhaps that was why there were so many snobbish girls in school.
The girl sat there deep in thought, just staring absentmindedly at her oil painting before her. Someone tapped Sora on her shoulder, bringing her back to reality. "Sora?" Yamato bent down to speak into her ear.
"Huh?" She blinked.
The blonde chuckled lightly, "Nothing, I was just bored and I saw you in dream world."
"Oh… yeah…"
"Class is almost over, maybe you should clean up. I already put my stuff away."
"Oh, thanks." Sora got up and walked to the sink, rinsing out her brushes and her water can. Her palette could be saved for later use. When she returned, she saw Yamato carefully studying her painting of a two creatures. The larger of the two possessed a sharp beak, strong arms, grand wings, and a sort of helmet over its head. The other was a kind of werewolf almost. It stood on its hind legs and had ammunition strapped across its chest. "They're from an old story my mother used to tell me."
Yamato turned around, and spotted Sora. "A story?"
She nodded her head, her auburn strands sweeping over her shoulders, "See the bird? That's my protector."
Yamato smiled, "Why do you need a protector when I'm here?"
"Flirt, do you want to hear the story or not?"
"Of course!"
"Okay. It's called Garudamon. I used to see it in my dreams when I was little and my mother would tell me it was the legendary Garudamon who was protecting me."
"The werewolf dude is awesome."
"That's Weregarurumon."
"A Werewho?"
Sora giggled, "Weregarurumon. Since Garudamon protected the skies, Weregarurumon worked beside it and protected the earth."
"It's cool, kinda like my band." Yamato looked at the painting longer before adding, "Actually, it reminds me a lot of the band."
Sora smiled sweetly, "really?"
"Definitely, he's strong, kicks ass, and overall cool, just like me."
She gave him a skeptical look and laughed, "Never mind." The bell rang and Sora draped a white cloth over the painting, careful not to touch the still wet oil paint.
Yamato waited for her by the door, "It's really amazing."
"I know, you already said it's just like you too."
"No, I mean the painting. You're amazing."
Sora blushed at the compliment, "thanks, now come on, I don't want to be late for gym."
* * * * *
"I cannot believe how sexist the gym teacher is! Why do you guys get to play soccer when the girls have to play tennis?!" Sora fumed at Tai and Yamato when Mr. Johnston allowed them to take a five-minute break. "AND we have to change uniforms?!"
"I'm not complaining." Tai winked at Sora who wore a white tennis skirt and matching sleeveless shirt.
"I'm gonna hit you with the racket, Tai." Sora glared at the two boys who wore simple red tee shirts and navy running pants.
Tai watched hesitantly as Sora's knuckles turned white from her grip on the racket and decided to move strategically behind Yamato.
Yamato shot Tai a glare before looking at Sora. "Um… Sora… I think your partner wants you." He pointed to a girl on the other side of the gym who was currently drooling subconsciously from staring at Yamato.
"No, I think she wants you, Yama."
"Bu-but, I really think she wants to play tennis."
"No, I really think she wants to play with you."
"Then help me distract her, she's creeping me out." Since obviously tricking Sora didn't work, Yamato tried the truth. Her tennis partner was indeed giving him the creeps.
Glaring at Yamato, Sora gave in, "fine, fine… you're lucky I'm doing this for you."
Yamato grinned at her words; "I knew you'd fall for the Ishida charm sooner or later."
Without warning, Sora's racket made contact with Yamato's arm, leaving a throbbing sensation on his arm.
Yamato cringed, but before he could say anything, Sora was already halfway across the gym. He called after her, "If I can't play at tonight's concert you'll have to hold the guitar for me!" He grinned and added, "Even better, you'll have to massage my arm!"
Apparently it was the wrong thing to say, since about a dozen girls ran over immediately, each saying things like, "Oh, Mattie, you're hurt?! "Mattie let me massage your arm for you."
Tai could be heard snickering from behind Yamato and the blonde spun around to glare at him again. His attention soon returned to Sora who was now serving the ball. She had such a great form. Yamato was lost in his thoughts and soon forgot about the girls that seemed to be eager to just touch his shirt. Sora's uniform really did compliment her well. It showed off her slender arms and long creamy legs. When she served, he was allowed a peek at her slim midriff.
Tai watched as his friend stared after Sora. He shook his head and sighed, Yamato had no idea just how far in he was.
* * * * *
After school, Yamato drove Sora home so she could change for the concert. He promised to pick her up at five so he could take her backstage and so they could have time to get things in order.
Sora stood in front of her mirror, brushing out the tangles in her long auburn hair. For the night, she had straightened it and placed two silver clips in her hair. She wore a red spaghetti strap top and a pair of black flairs. A pair of sneakers assured her comfort during long hours of standing. The digital clock read 4:45pm, fifteen minutes before prince charming would be downstairs waiting for her. Sora giggled at the name, prince charming seemed fitting for the sweet blonde. Grabbing her jacket, Sora decided to go wait for him downstairs instead of having Yamato make a trip up.
Yamato arrived at the building ten minutes early and decided to park across the street. As he neared the building, a vision walked through the glass doors and seemed to find him instantly.
"Yama!" Sora ran over to Yamato after adjusting the belt strap of her black suede jacket.
Yamato stared at the girl before him, glued on his spot. She looked stunning with her hair straightened, and before she had strapped up her jacket, Yamato had been allowed to see her in a red shirt that hugged her curves comfortably. "Hi Sora." He blushed slightly at his late greeting, "you look really nice."
Sora took the compliment platonically, "thanks, isn't this the first time you've seen me with something other than a uniform?"
"Yeah…" Yamato frowned.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Sora asked, spinning around, allowing him to get the whole picture.
"No, you really look great… but…"
"But?"
He pointed to her legs, "No skirt. Don't you know that you're supposed to wear incredibly short miniskirts to the concerts so you can catch the lead singer's attention?"
Sora couldn't help but laugh, "I don't wear skirts unless completely necessary."
"Now that's a pity."
"Come on, flirt, let's go already." She took his hand and dragged him over to where the sleek convertible was waiting.
* * * * *
Yamato was right.
Every single girl who went to the concert seemed to be wearing as little as possible. What was depressing to Sora was that they all seemed to have perfect bodies as well, and they were all beautiful. Though she couldn't tell if it was the makeup or cosmetic surgery, she was sure that where their beauty came from or how beautiful they were was of no concern to any of the band members. Yamato was a flirt, but he wasn't a player. He was a sweet and even innocent guy who had morals.
Yet, even Sora's common sense couldn't suppress the small voice in the back of her head that said, "but what if he does fall for one of those girls?" Maybe Yamato did like short skirts and perfect facial features… The redhead shook her head to clear her thoughts. Nonsense, Yamato was better than that, and even if he did end up dating a girl who was eager to show as much skin as possible, it really was none of her concern.
Tai came up from behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey Sora."
"Hey Tai."
He gave a whistle and winked at the girl before him, "niiice." He looked her over shamelessly. She had taken off her jacket and now stood in her well fitting clothing.
"Jerk. Why don't you just take your pick in the crowd?" Sora smirked.
"Nah, why go for the artificial when I can have the natural?"
"You can't have the natural."
"Ouch."
Sora giggled, "You dork, where are you going to be sitting… or standing?"
Tai shrugged, "somewhere back here."
"Really?"
"Too crowded and loud out there, hurts my head."
"I know just what you mean, I get headaches just looking at it."
"Then come sit with me, you get the best seats from up there." Tai pointed to the walkway above them that allowed for technicians to adjust the spotlights.
"Is it safe?"
"Of course, it has to support people, you know. Sometimes I'll even help out with the lighting. I've been up there before, so don't worry bout it."
"Okay, I trust you." Sora said, and followed Tai as he led her to the stairs.
Once they were seated on the iron walkway, careful not to let their feet hang over so as not to attract attention, the concert began with a beat started by Jamie. The girls screamed like there was no tomorrow.
Their first song was a fast one and Sora looked down at the girls in the crowd. They held signs that said, "Matt I love you" "Marry me Matt" "Matt is hot" and numerous other interpretations declaring their undying love for the lead singer. Sora sighed and just decided to enjoy the concert and the view from the top.
A slow song finally came, allowing Tai and Sora to talk. Due to the heavy noise, the two found it impossible to talk during the faster songs, but the new song allowed their ears to take a rest.
Tai looked down at the girls who held signs and screamed at Matt. "Hm… someone should hold a sign that says 'I love Tai' and scream it out…"
Sora laughed, "You and your ego, Tai, you're not even in the band."
Tai pouted.
"But Tai, if you're really so upset about no girls screaming that they love you, I can fix that." Sora took in a deep breath and cupped her mouth, turning her head up she screamed in a feigned high pitch voice, "TAI, I LOVE YOU!!"
Tai stared at his best friend for a moment, before bursting out in laughter. Putting an arm around Sora, he grinned, "I knew it, babe."
She punched him on the arm. Hard.
"Oow…" Tai complained as he rubbed the sore spot.
"Told you not to call me that." Sora said and stuck her tongue out at him playfully. She leaned over the railings to see the girls. "Hm… I guess no one really heard that."
"That's okay, cuz I did." Tai said and nudged Sora.
"I'm glad to know that you're not deaf, Tai."
"Ouch." Then, out of nowhere, a sudden change of attitude occurred in Tai. "Matt seems to be really getting to know you well."
The statement caught Sora off guard, "um… yea… I guess so."
Tai smiled, "That's good."
"Why do you say so?"
"Matt has always been kinda uptight. He makes friends kinda slowly, but when he does, he trusts them completely. It's his cautious nature since he always has those girls around him, he's not sure who really actually likes him for who he is."
Sora looked down at the lead singer, "really…"
The boy nodded, his brown hair bouncing with him as he did so, "He grew up kinda lonely. He only had his brother, so friendship really matters for him." He turned to face Sora, "Sora, don't hurt him."
"Huh? What do you mean?" She asked, but the screaming from below drowned her voice out, and soon, another speedy song began. By the time the concert finished, Sora had forgotten about what Tai said.
AN: Woot! Okay, Chapter 7 finished! Lolz, that was fast. I'll get crackin' on chapter 8. Review please! And as usual, thanks so much for everyone that does.