AN: Some of you may have noticed that I changed the chapter numbers. The previous one was supposed to be 15.5, and that would make this one 16. However, the little numbers next to the chapter menu that displays which number chapter it is wasn't in sync with my chapter numbers! Since I'm such a dork, it kinda irked me and I decided to change my chapter numbers to make it all equal again. ^ ^
I felt so bad for writing such a short 15.5, that I decided to work extra and put this chapter up as soon as possible!
NOTE: I tend to skip about a month at times without always saying one month later… or something like that, so don't be confused please.
Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine
Chapter XVII – Sleeping Beauty
Within a month, every girl's heart had been broken by the news of Yamato and Sora, now a happy couple, though still 'only' dating. Headmaster Ishida made himself known in the halls, occasionally running into Sora and stopping for frequent check ups on the girl. The redhead felt uneasy; though Yamato had informed her that the strict man had decided to give them a chance, the headmaster still continued to watch the girl like a vulture circling its prey.
It was going to be December soon, and the Thanksgiving dance was coming up. A few years ago, it would have been a Christmas dance, but after realizing that most of the students in the school went away early to luxurious locations during the vacation, the staff had agreed to change the dance into a Thanksgiving one.
Yamato whistled happily as he sat on the large sofa in his living room. Having recently claimed Sora as his own for the dance next week, nothing could bring down his spirits.
Nothing except a headmaster with a mean scowl he called dad.
Luckily for the teen, the older man had gone out for the day, to attend to another one of his frequent meetings and the blonde was expecting a certain fiery red haired girl to show up any second.
Yamato sighed, Sora… even her name was enough to make him go crazy for her. They had agreed to work on their chemistry project together during the weekend so it would be ready for their presentation on the first of December, when it was due. The blonde smirked slightly, realizing that he would definitely get occasionally side tracked, though he would have never admitted it to his father.
The doorbell rang, springing Yamato out of his thoughts and back to reality. Easily jumping over the couch by supporting his weight on his arm, the blonde sprinted towards the door, eager to see-
"Sora," Yamato breathed out when he opened the door.
The girl smiled cutely at the object of her affections, with her earmuffs puffing up her rosy windblown cheeks as she did so. "Expecting someone else, Yama?" she teased as she stepped into the penthouse, unzipping her warm wool outerwear.
Yamato didn't answer until the girl was relieved of her earmuffs, scarf, shoes, and coat. He circled his arms around her slim waist from behind and smiled against the nape of her neck. "I've missed you."
Sora laughed and turned around in the blonde's arms, "It's been less than a day," she kissed him quickly on the cheek and wiggled out of his arms. Standing beside the couch in the living room, Sora looked around at the penthouse in awe, it was her first time over to Yamato's home. The penthouse was larger than Sora's, consisted of three floors, three patios, four bedrooms, two bathrooms (not including every room having its own bathroom), two living rooms, a kitchen, and a dining room, each decorated simply and yet luxuriously.
The red haired girl walked up the stairs to the third floor, refusing to let Yamato carry the large bag of supplies that they had prepared together. She stopped in front of the one room she hadn't entered, his room. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at Yamato, "So, we work in your room?"
The blonde smirked and nodded, opening the door and holding it open for the girl to walk into the spacious room. Sora stopped and put he supplies on the carpet in the center of the room. The room was baron and plain, a mere shell containing nothing personal, save for the electric guitar in the corner.
Sora turned to look at Yamato questioningly, "this is your room, right?"
The blonde smiled sadly and nodded, "Not much, but I have what I need."
A brief silence ensued, Sora sighed and sat down on his bed softly and ran her hands across the down comforter.
The blonde watched her movements and smiled, "You move fast, don't you? I already have you in my bed."
The girl threw a pillow at Yamato, who dodged it just in time, letting the object hit the wall with a loud SMACK. "Let's get to work, flirt."
The two worked together extremely well. An hour later, they were done with their model of non-polar molecules, put together by spheres and sticks purchased from a convenient art store.
Yamato sighed happily and sat back with Sora, who was leaning on the bed frame for support. Putting a paint tattooed arm around the redhead's shoulder, the singer pulled the girl close and whispered against her ear, "See, didn't I say we had chemistry together?"
It took Sora a second or two to register the double meaning, and when she understood, she laughed and pushed the boy away. Standing up, she looked at him and smiled, "Flirt."
The handsome blonde followed her actions and patted himself off. He laughed and took her paint covered hand in his. During the time they were working, the couple had gotten sidetracked and began 'accidentally' smearing paint on one another. "You hungry?"
The girl nodded and smiled cutely.
"Great, let's get cleaned up and I'll take you out." Motioning to his bathroom, he added, "my bathroom's not very big, you use it and I'll go down the hall."
"Okay, I'll be waiting here when you're done, Yama."
Outside the room the blonde walked along the edge of the railings until a familiar figure caught his attention on the first floor. Yamato stopped in his tracks. "Hi dad, you're back?"
Mr. Ishida looked up the long distance to spot his son on the third floor, he squinted his eyes. "It looks like you have company," motioning towards the extra pair of sneakers by the front door, regardless of whether or not Yamato could see it.
"Yes. Sora and I finished our chemistry project and we're going to go outside to eat now."
The headmaster said nothing, only stared up at his son for a few more seconds before nodding and walking off to his study, which had previously been one of the four bedrooms, but renovated to fit his needs more. Yamato sighed, though his father didn't object openly, he didn't exactly smile and say "have fun, son." No matter, Yamato hadn't done anything wrong yet anyway, so his father had nothing to object to. If it came to it, Yamato would move in with his mother once again, just to be able to see Sora. After all, she did constantly offer him the opportunity.
Yamato walked towards the bathroom on the second floor and mused along the way, maybe he could even move in with Sora. The idea sent a shiver down his back and he grinned like a crazed man. He knew it probably wouldn't come to that, he father wouldn't kick him out, though the man wouldn't admit it, he did favor and love Yamato, and wanted the blonde to stay with him.
He turned on the faucet, letting the warm water run along his arm and picked up the soap. For now, he would just concentrate on the present, which was, cleaning his hands, lunch with Sora, Sora, Sora, Sora, and the Thanksgiving dance with Sora.
* * * * *
In a flash, a week had passed by and the dance was there. The decorations were up in the rented dance floor and fliers were posted on the school bulletin boards in the halls. Guys and girls raced around, asking each other to the dance, and asking who was going with whom to the dance. The dance was a big event for the school yearly; to the students it was just like their Christmas dance, only a month earlier.
News of Yamato and Sora going to the dance together shocked no one and was the first bit of news to go around. Regardless of that, the popular singer was still endlessly asked out by almost the entire female population of the school.
Tai hadn't been lying about himself being a chick magnet; it became very noticeable as the dance drew nearer and more notes were found in his locker. Sora found the chocolate haired teen in front of his locker when school ended, picking up the notes that he had received that had fallen from the open locker. The girl laughed and bent down to help the boy. "You know, Tai, I don't understand why you don't go with one of these girls? You keep rejecting all of them."
Standing up, Tai shrugged, "I guess I'm just waiting for the right girl."
"Well then, I hope you find her."
The boy smiled, "Sure thing, Sora." Putting on his coat quickly, he followed the red haired girl out of the school. "What about you, Sora? You've had a lot of guys ask you to the dance. I heard about it from the halls."
"Oh yeah… don't tell Yamato though," Sora laughed, "The flirt won't admit it, but I think he gets jealous."
Tai laughed, "That sounds just like him."
"So Tai, you're really not going to go with anyone?"
"Nah," He winked at Sora when they stopped in front of the school, on the stop where they usually met up with the others, "You could be my date for the dance, babe."
Sora tossed her hair back and laughed genuinely, "Taichi! I told you not to call me that! Besides, why would I go with you, when I can have him." The girl joked, pointing to the familiar blonde walking their way.
Yamato kissed Sora quickly on the cheek and greeted Tai with a "hey." Hooking an arm around the girl's waist, he said, "So I'm taking you home right? Then picking you up at five?"
"Let's take my car, I miss it."
"Okay, so I'm taking you home, then meeting you and driving your car to the dance, at five, right?"
"Sounds good." Sora turned to Tai, "We're gonna go first, is that okay, Tai? We'll see you later at the dance."
The chocolate haired teen nodded, "No problem. Hey Sora?"
"Yeah Tai?"
"Save a dance for me, okay?" He paused then added as a joke, "Don't let Mr. Popular get all of them."
Sora laughed, "There will always be a dance for you, Tai."
Yamato cleared his throat noticeably, "Should I leave you two alone?"
The girl laughed at the blonde's facial expression and took his hand in hers, pulling him towards the parking lot, turning around only to wave bye to Tai.
* * * * *
At five pm, Sora waited patiently in her lobby, dressed in a pair of flared navy jeans, a light red blouse with three quarter sleeves and the top button unbuttoned, and a short light red scarf tied around her neck. [AN: Wow… I jump scenes a lot, don't I? But you basically know what happens. Yamato took her home, and she got dressed, do I really need to go through all that? ^-^;] Most of the school had decided to dress more formally than usual, but Sora just couldn't bring herself around to wear a dress that wasn't necessary. The blouse was the only thing she could come up with.
The auburn headed girl pulled on her wool coat when she saw Yamato enter the building carrying his guitar with rosy cheeks and slightly more wild hair. She had to admit, though unintentional, the hair made him look more… sexy than usual. Sora smiled and ran over to Yamato, taking the hand that he offered out for her to hold. "Hey sexy," she greeted.
The new nickname caught the boy off guard and he turned to look at the girl. "Sexy?"
Sora blushed lightly, "Well, I was sitting there and when you came in with your hair like that, you look kinda sexy."
Yamato grinned, while walking down the stairs to the parking lot with Sora. "I knew it, the charm's working, no?"
The girl let go of his hand and smiled innocently at him before saying "No," and then running off to her silver automobile. When they were seated in the Lexus, with Yamato at the driver's seat (he insisted), Sora unzipped her coat. The blonde looked at her with a raise brow, making the girl uneasy, "what?" she queried.
"Where's your Christmas spirit, Sora?"
It was her turn to raise her eyebrow questioningly. "In December."
Yamato unzipped his own coat to reveal the emerald green silk dress-shirt he wore. "This is kind of our Christmas dance too, you know?"
The girl shrugged, "Just drive. Besides, light red is good enough, and if that doesn't do, my hair will always make up for it," she said, twisting a finger around the ringlets she had given herself for the occasion.
Yamato laughed, "guess you're right."
Since the skies darkened earlier than it did when the days were warmer, the dance started at six. The band promptly arrived at five thirty, enough time to tune their instruments and practice one song.
Sora sat at one of the many chairs that aligned the walls and watched as the Teenage Wolves preformed. A light tap on her shoulder diverted her attention to Tai who stood at her right. Reaching a hand out, he bowed and asked, "May I have this dance, my lady?"
The redhead laughed and gave him her hand, allowing Tai to pull her out onto the dance floor. The chocolate teen gave a thumb up to Yamato who just nodded and watched the two dance. The blonde smiled when he watched them move to the music. He did not feel any jealousy towards the girl of his dreams and one of his best friends. The blonde was happy that the two were dancing to his own song. Yamato was glad that it was Tai, God knew that if it was someone else like that Nick character or whatever his name was, Yamato would be down there in a second beating the crap out of him.
The song ended and almost as if on cue, the first group of girls flooded into the colossal room.
Yamato was right, the dance was practically the school's Christmas dance, but a month early. Bright reds and greens were spotted around the dance floor. Sora was having fun. She had danced a few more dances with Tai, and rejected about 50 invitations from guys. The only thing that didn't please her was the fact that one, most of the single girls were all crowded up the in front around Yamato, and two, no one had mentioned that the Teenage Wolves were performing for the entire night.
Sora glanced at her watch, 9:15pm. Tai sat adjacent to her, exhausted after having been forced into so many dances. Yamato's voice caught her attention coming from the microphone he was holding. It not like he wasn't using the microphone before, but he was singing for the entire night, and Sora grew used to it. Now he was speaking.
"Hey everyone, it's been a great night. The guys and I are going to take a half hour break now and we'll be back to play one more song for tonight. Don't worry, there's still going to be music, the sound tech guys will be playing some songs for you guys. Thanks." Yamato sighed and took off his guitar as the latest pop song began on the speakers and the couples went back to dancing. Looking down he paled at the sight of the girls that swarmed the band, but he had a goal, to get to Sora. In the distance he spotted her smiling at him and he began on his way over, ignoring the girls that 'accidentally' ran a hand down his arms and back.
Sora smiled up at the blonde when he finally made is way over, panting. "I loved your performance, Yamato."
The singer grinned, "Dance?"
"You're exhausted, catch your breath and drink some water first. I'm not going anywhere."
"All right, but don't think I didn't see all those guys asking to for a dance."
"Did you see me dance with them?"
"…no."
"Then you have nothing to worry about." Sora said and leaned over to give Yamato a slow kiss on the lips.
"Get a room, guys." Came a voice from the other side of Sora.
The girl turned around and smiled at Tai, "Good to know you're alive, Tai."
He smiled, and much like Yamato, paled when he saw the girls beginning to walk his way. "Uh… I think I'm going to head home now… yes… good idea."
Sora laughed when she saw what made him suddenly homesick, "Run Tai."
In a flash, he was out of there, followed by disappointed whines. Since Yamato was obviously unavailable now, the girls had moved onto Taichi, but also ended up being rejected.
"Can we dance now?" Yamato asked after drinking a two cups of water.
"You'll be okay?"
"With you around."
The girl smiled, "Okay then. We'll dance," she said, standing up and letting him lead her onto a stop on the dance floor.
The night ended half an hour later, at ten pm. The last song of the night was a new song called, Dance With Me, dedicated to none other than Sora. By ten thirty, the band had packed up their instruments and Aki, Jamie, and Jeff said their goodbyes.
Once in the car, Yamato turned to Sora. "Where to, milady?"
"Home," she replied, yawning.
When the car stopped at the traffic light, the blonde turned around to face Sora who had closed her eyes. "You looked beautiful tonight."
"Hmm… thanks Yama. You looked kinda sexy yourself, up there singing."
"Turned on?"
Sora laughed loudly without opening her eyes, "Flirt."
Bye the time the Lexus was parked in Sora's building, the girl had fallen asleep already. Yamato smiled at her sleeping form and scooped her up into his arms, pressing the button on the key chain to activate the alarm and lock the doors of the car. The red haired girl was light, and he had already brought her up to her home once before, so the routine wasn't completely foreign to him.
Finally in her penthouse after a good five minutes, Yamato walked up to Sora's room with the girl in his arms and laid her gently down on the bed. Taking off her sneakers, he tucked her in. He would have changed her into her pajamas too, but that would be pushing his luck, wouldn't it?
Yamato bent down to kiss the sleeping beauty lightly on the lips, but paused when he felt her lips open up to him. Unsure of whether or not Sora was awake and fully aware of what she was doing, Yamato hesitated, but something inside him pushed him to go on. Pressing his lips down on hers harder than before, he began to taste her lips. To his relief, the girl beneath him had begun to kiss back, letting him know that she was indeed awake.
Sora gasped when she felt Yamato's tongue enter her mouth, making the blonde hesitate in his actions. All doubts were wiped away from Yamato's mind when the girl responded to his tongue with her own. They stayed like that until Yamato pulled away, completely out of breath and lips red. "Wow," was all he could say.
The red haired girl propped herself up on her elbows and laughed, "Wow is right."
Smiling, Yamato kissed her once again, this time on the forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, sleeping beauty."
"Goodnight prince charming."