AN: Alright! Chapter 13 up! YAY! Wow, 200 reviews!!! It's enough to make me cry… *sniff. Thank you all soooo much!
To: KaoruHimura66: LOLZ, this is just unbelievable. I cannot believe that I keep taking names from your relatives! Lol, it's just my unavoidable psychic energy… mm hmm… ^_-
Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine.
Chapter XIII – Dance With Me
Sora immediately subconsciously straightened her posture and tried to smile. She looked down at the clean tiled floors of the school and gave a slight bow- a habit from Japan she never quite got rid of. "I apologize Headmaster Ishida, for rudely bumping into you like that." She straightened up once more, and kept her eyes on the ground. "Excuse me," she said, while making her way around the taller man.
Mr. Ishida watched Sora's retreating back for a short second before something clicked in his mind. Was this possibly the girl from the rumors? There couldn't possibly be another girl in the school with hair and eyes that resembled fire, quite like this girl's. No, this had to be the girl. "Excuse me, are you by any chance Miss Takenouchi?" He called back to her, before Sora could walk too far away.
The girl turned hesitantly in the hall and faced the tall man. Mr. Ishida had light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes, much like Yamato's. Sora figured that Yamato's brilliant blonde must have come from his mother. "Yes sir."
Yamato's father's lips curved into a small smile in a futile attempt to appear nicer than he was at the moment. He walked over to the stationary girl, his well-polished shoes clicking on the floor and echoing with every step. He stopped in front of Sora. "The girl from the stories around the school, I assume."
Sora swallowed hard, shit. "Yes sir." She said nothing further.
"Miss Takenouchi, I'm sure that you are well informed of my strict policies with my sons from Yamato himself. If you are not, then let me tell them to you myself. I expect the best from my sons, both Yamato and Takeru, his brother. Sadly, the younger of the two is off with his mother, slowly degenerating from her leniency. Yamato is a brilliant boy, with a bright future, either in his band playing whatever is considered to be music at this age, or as a very successful businessman. I would hate to see him slack off due to… certain outside factors. Good day, Miss Takenouchi."
Sora stared at the man's back as he walked down the hall in the opposite direction. She had taken a cautious step back when Mr. Ishida hovered threateningly over the girl on the word "certain". Sora placed a tremulous hand to her forehead; the headmaster's voice had been serious and firm, threatening most of all. Breathing in deeply, the auburn haired girl turned and walked slowly towards her locker.
One month later…
Yamato sat in gym class with Tai. Over the past month, Sora seemed to grow farther away from him, while Yamato's affections grew daily. They had spent every weekend together, whether Sora wanted to or not. Yamato would find some excuse to go to her home, usually to work on the chemistry project, but always ended up staying over at her house to just 'hang out', watch rented movies, or just plain talk till the sky outside turned dark. She always welcomed him, and seemed more at ease when it was just the two of them, but still distanced herself.
Yamato sighed, it was Friday, and the day of the dance. The teenage wolves were to perform a couple of songs to start out the dance before the hired DJ took over. The blonde singer turned to the bushy haired teen adjacent to him on the bench. "I scared her away, Tai."
Tai turned to look at Yamato with a raised brow. "What are you talking about, man?"
"I told her that I was going to ask her to the dance even if there wasn't a rumor. That's the first day she went home straight after school.
"You're paranoid, you know."
"She's probably avoiding me! Look at her!" Yamato said, motioning with his hands to where Sora was, across the gym, fixing her tennis skirt with a racket in her hand.
Tai turned to look at Sora and smiled at the sight, "Yeah, she sure is beautiful isn't she?"
Yamato glared, "I know she's beautiful. I'm serious about what I said!"
The chocolate haired one chuckled, "You are insane, man. Don't you guys hang out together every weekend?"
"Yes, but it's like she tries to make as little contact as possible with me during school."
"You have five classes with her, Matt, is it even possible to ignore you?"
"Trust me, she makes it possible."
Sora glanced at Yamato in the Japanese class they shared together. The class was a breeze for the two of them, since they were fluent in the language, but they needed the language credit so remained in the class.
Yamato's eyes met Sora's and she gave him a small smile before turning back to her own work. She had seen him looking at her from the corner of her eyes and since he sat in the seat beside her, his presence was hard to ignore. The past month past by slowly for Sora, too scared to make too much contact with Yamato in school in fear of the headmaster. The weekends passed quickly, though, and she enjoyed every minute with Yamato, until finally realizing one day that she had grown affectionate towards the popular singer.
The fans did not bother her anymore, since Yamato and her had not been seen together much. Kate and Arlene still 'accidentally' shoved into Sora whenever they saw her in the halls. Sora sighed, the dance was that night, if she went, would there be more rumors? She shook her head, she had promised Yamato that she would go, and regardless of fan girls or headmasters, Sora refused to break a promise to Yamato.
Sora glanced at her watch, and packed up her books when she realized the bell was about to ring. Sitting in her seat, she patiently counted down with the second hand, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve… two, one, and the bell rang on the dot. The girl shot up out of her seat and leaned over to whisper into Yamato's ear, "Pick me up at six, I know you guys have to get there early to set up."
Yamato's eyes widened, so she did want to go! He smiled widely with relief and turned to say something to Sora, but she was already out the door.
Sora waited for Yamato in her lobby, dressed in a simple black hoodie and a pair of black flares with decorative silver stars aligning the bottom. Her hair was dyed black for the occasion and straightened so it ran down to her lower back. Simple silver clips were aligned on one side of her hair, keeping the stray strands in front away from her ruby eyes. She had no costume for the occasion, being a girl that never dressed up for Halloween. Sora felt obligated to do something for this Halloween and had thus decided to dye her hair black, matching her black outfit. The dye she used would wash off with a rinse.
It was a chilly night as Sora waited for Yamato from the couch that was facing the glass that aligned the lobby. When the small black car pulled up in front of the building, Sora bolted out of the lobby and got into the car. "Hey Yama," she said, as she reached over to fasten her seat belt.
Yamato stared at the girl next to him, "Sora… your hair…"
She grinned, "Yeah, I decided to do something for Halloween."
He reached over a hand to gently stroke her hair, making her blush. "I loved your hair, it was such a beautiful color."
Sora laughed, while slowly moving away from his touch. "It'll be back when I wash my hair."
"I'm not leaving tonight until you do."
"Whatever you say."
They arrived at the rented concert hall promptly at 6:30, just enough time for the group to set up and tune their instruments for the party that started at 7:30. After the band had set up the amplifiers and their instruments, Sora proceeded to help with setting the equipment for the DJ as the band members tuned their instruments and checked the microphones. Sora was bent over a speaker, busy on putting in the cable to the proper connection.
A light tap on her shoulder caused Sora to turn around and face a man with black hair, dyed red streaks, and sunglasses balanced on the tip of his nose. He smiled, nothing to compared to Yamato's brilliant pearly whites, but stunningly neat nonetheless. "You've been setting up my equipment for me?"
Sora nodded, and turned back to plugging in the speakers, standing up and dusting herself off when she finished.
"Wow, pretty impressive for a girl, you got a name?"
The pretty girl tossed back her dyed hair and frowned slightly at the DJ's comment. "Sora."
The man ran a hand through his short hair and flashed her another smile, "Pretty name, I'm Chris. [AN: I hope that's not another one of Kaoruhimura66's relative's name!] What do you say, as a thanks, I'll play you a song in the beginning of the dance and dedicate it to you?"
Sora attempted a smile and was about to decline the offer when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Turning, she looked up at an extremely pissed off Yamato. The blonde's sapphire eyes narrowed dangerously, "Why would she need you to play a song on some CD for her when she could have a live song played just for her?"
Chris held his hands up in defense, "Whoa man, sorry, didn't know she was taken." He said and left to go adjust his equipment.
Sora laughed and turned to Yamato, shaking off his arm, "Don't you think you're taking this boyfriend act way too far?"
The blonde pouted and wrapped an arm around the girl's slim waist, pulling her closer to him. "You're still getting that song."
"Ooo I private concert, how can I resist?"
Yamato laughed, "Come on." He pulled her away to the stage, taking out a nice fold out chair and gently pushed her to into it. "Sit and wait," he ordered and walked onto the stage, signaling for the guys to get ready and picked up his guitar. "Alright Sora, this song is FOR YOU," he spoke into the microphone, emphasizing the words for you and glaring over at the DJ who pretended to ignore the singer. Yamato continued, "it's a new song, called Be Mine."
Sora laughed and called out to the singer, "Yamato! Don't dedicate a valentine's song to me!"
Yamato grinned and just winked at the girl. He struck the strings of his guitar…
[AN: Riiiiight… I'm NOT good with writing my own lyrics, sooooooo it's all up to you guys to pretend that I'm writing something really sweet and beautiful right here… hehe.]
The last note of the song faded out and Yamato smiled at Sora. The girl responded by sending him a sweet smile of her own. "That was great, Yama. Your fan girls are going to love it."
Yamato frowned, the song was for you he thought, but only smiled weakly at Sora's comment. The sound of the doors to the concert hall opening and high-heeled shoes hitting the floor brought Yamato's attention towards the first arrivals of the night. The girls waved energetically at Yamato, eager to shed their jackets and show off their bodies. Sora stood up from where she sat and went backstage, deciding that it was a better idea for her to wait there instead of with the girls that started to show up.
At 8:45, The Teenage Wolves were on their last song of the night. Sora peered out from her spot backstage and scanned the crowd. A vast amount of people, most dressed in elaborate costumes filled the dance floor and crowded around the performers. The girl sighed, her long dyed black hair flowing over her shoulders as she bent her head down. So many girls to choose from…
"Sora!"
The girl looked up to see Yamato walk over to where she stood. "Hey Yama." She looked up at him and observed him closely under the bright lights. "You're sweating…"
The blonde's eyes widened, did she think he was disgusting now? A million options of how he could make excuses or just plain hide from her popped into his mind, only to be dismissed as Sora dabbed away at his forehead with her sleeve. The singer turned a dark shade of red instantly.
Sora smiled at Yamato when she finished cleaning off his forehead. "Better?"
"Thanks to you." Yamato replied. Her touch had been better than any amount of water could do, and it refreshed him to a new degree. He smiled at her, and a sudden flow of courage fueled his next words, "Dance with me."
"Sure." The girl answered, and wrapped her arms around Yamato's neck as he drew her in by his hold on her waist. Sora rested her head on his shoulder from where they danced, backstage. She didn't mind that he was tired and sweating from his performance, but welcomed every aspect of the young man. Closing her eyes, she took in the gentle scent of his cologne.
Yamato didn't know what he was doing when he pushed her away from him and held her at her shoulders. "Come with me," he said, and took her hand, leading her away to the stairs that went up to the roof, before he could think about what he was doing.
He pulled her up along the stairs and opened the door to the roof for her, letting in a rush of the cool wind. It wasn't cold for Sora, since she still donned her black sweater, and the chilly air was relaxing for Yamato. Now what? The blonde asked himself as he just looked at Sora who was waiting patiently for whatever he wanted to say, looking at him calmly with her ruby eyes.
Taking in a deep breath, Yamato said exactly what was in his mind. "Sora, I think I'm falling in love with you."
AN: Lolz, I just noticed as I was writing the chapter that the scenario doesn't really piece together. I mean, a dance floor in a concert hall??? A backstage area?! Alright, just bear with me, I was too lazy to go back and change it all, shame on me, neglecting my obligations!
Yes, another cliffhanger, don't kill me please! I will post the next chapter soon, since I already started on it, and it's the weekend! Thanks for all your reviews, you guys are the best, but you've heard enough of that right?
Oh, and the title really related to small part of the chapter, but I thought it sounded sweet. ^-^