AN: I hope that the last two chapters didn't confuse people too much… ^ ^ To clear things up a bit, I'll say it one more time, CHAPTER 18 WAS REVISED!! and chapter 19 is the second half of it that I rushed on, so I made it into a separate chapter. As for the next story that I'm writing, (I need something to do other than Ishida High!) I've decided on either a Sorato or a Taiora. The next story is going to be really short, because it's just something to pass the time with while I'm focusing on Ishida High. I'm definitely going to write both of the stories, but I just need to know which one will be up next. Hm… back to thinking.
Okay, I really hope you guys like this chapter, I think some people have been waiting for it, (you guys are ahead of me!)
Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine
Chapter XX – Finally
An annoying constant call of the doorbell woke Yamato from his dream of an auburn haired girl. He sat up in his bed, pushing aside his down comforter. Damn, she was just about to kiss him too.
Another buzz from the front door reminded him of the eager person at the door. Getting up from the bed, he rubbed his eyes, "I'm coming!" Walking groggily down the stairs and proceeding to the door, Yamato opened the door with such tremendous force that a gust of wind blew into the house, making one of the shoes fall from the rack nearby. The blonde glowered down at the miniature version of himself. "Takeru…"
The younger boy grinned mischievously. "Hey bro, how's it goin'?"
"You…" Yamato growled in a dangerously low voice, "Where is your KEY?!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I forgot it when we left the house. Really, it's my fault."
Yamato leaned out of the doorway and turned to this right to see the woman who had spoken. He faltered, "Oh, um… it's okay, mom." Moving aside to let in the pair, he watched silently as the two took off their shoes. "You're early."
"Oh, I guess your father didn't tell you, did he?" Glancing up, Yamato's mother smiled at his blank stare. "Your father invited about four headmasters from some very elite schools. He wanted me to come early and cook."
The singer simply stared at the blonde woman until finally nodding. "I'm going out later, mom, so I'm coming home a bit later. Is that okay?"
The woman smiled, her kindness reflecting in her clear aquamarine eyes. "Of course dear. Where were you planning to go?"
"He's going to meet up with Soooooooora!!" Takeru yelled out before running into the living room so his brother couldn't smack him.
Yamato's mother was nothing short of thrilled. "A girl!" Nudging her first son playfully on the arm, she added, "Maybe a girl friend?"
Yamato blushed lightly and looked down at the ground, scratching the back of his head lightly, he answered softly, "Yeah… at least I'm hoping so."
"My my! My little boy's all grown up and dating! How exciting! Tell me sweetie, how is she like? When can I meet her?" the excited woman exclaimed.
The handsome singer laughed nervously, "Mom, she's not really my girlfriend…"
"Nonsense! No one can turn down my boy Matt!"
"I mean… we're dating, but I think she wants to go slowly."
"Oh, why didn't you just say so?" His mother laughed happily. "I like her already! She sounds like a girl who thinks before she acts."
"She is. She's incredibly smart, she's beautiful, funny, kind, thoughtful, and she just has this kind of aura of comfort wherever she goes."
"Matt sweetie, if I didn't know better, you sound like you're in love."
"Mom!"
The woman laughed, tossing back her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair. "Just a suggestion, Matt."
"She's not even my girlfriend yet, how can I be in love with her?"
"So it's a 'yet', you have plans, sweetie?"
The blonde singer blinked a couple of times before realizing that he had given himself away in his words. "I uh… kinda wanted to ask her today… that is… if she'd like to be my girlfriend…"
"How sweet! Like I always say, Matt, it's never too early for love."
"Mom stop!" Thinking of a way out of the conversation, Yamato blurted out, "I'm going to go get cleaned up and then I'm leaving!"
Takeru could be heard laughing from the inside of the living room.
* * * * *
An hour later, Yamato managed to escape more questioning from his mother and leave the penthouse. He stood in the elevator, and went through his mental checklist. Keys, wallet, cell phone, and most importantly, Sora's present. Stepping out of the elevator, Yamato walked through the lobby and out into the streets, holding the squared black velvet box in his hands. He had tied a red ribbon around the gift and marveled at his craftsmanship. The bow was tied on perfectly, having taken him a full fifteen minutes to get the ribbon on completely symmetrically.
A short two city blocks later, Yamato reached 201 McKenzie Boulevard. The doorman recognized Yamato and let him into the building, regardless of whether or not Miss Takenouchi knew about the visitor. To the doorman, Jon, Yamato was practically living there.
"Merry Christmas, Jon." The blonde singer greeted the elderly man.
"Merry Christmas to you too, sir," he returned the salutation.
Yamato smiled out of courtesy as he walked into the lobby, his sneakers making light padded noises as he reached the elevator and walked in. The ride was a long one, as anticipation grew in Yamato's chest. Would Sora like the present? What if she hated it? What is she thought that he had bad taste and couldn't pick out things for his life? His thoughts were cut short by the light 'ding' of the elevator. Walking out of the elevator on the top floor, the blonde took out the spare key that he had so generously decided to hold onto for 'safekeeping'.
Yamato loved surprising Sora. The need to always entertain and keep the girl from perhaps growing bored of him was extremely influential. Yamato strived to always add excitement for the girl, to see her face light up with such genuine laughter and happiness. Quietly taking off his sneakers and walking into the quiet penthouse, the blonde stood motionless in the middle of the living room, hoping to pick up a sound that would signal where Sora was.
It came to him in the form of an angelic voice, luring him to the kitchen. Yamato stuck his head into the room and looked around for the red haired girl of his dreams. He found her with her back turned to him, bent over the marble countertop and a mixing bowl. Smiling slightly, Yamato continued to watch her before moving.
Sora was humming a soft and calming melody to herself, occasionally letting a few words slip out here and there while she added water into the cake mix. It was just something she enjoyed to do- bake cakes on holidays. Usually, when it was around Christmas time, Sora would bake about two cakes. This year, to make it more special, the auburn haired girl had decided to bake a triple layered marble cake with homemade chocolate icing. If the icing didn't turn out as she wanted it to, there was always the can of whipped cream she kept in the fridge.
While stirring the thickening batter and singing softly to herself, Sora felt a pair of strong arms circle her waist from behind her. She gasped, a horrifying intake of breath and only let it out when she came to her senses. Only one person could make her feel the way she did in their arms. Without turning around to greet the unexpected visitor, Sora smiled, "I should take that key away from you, Yama."
The blonde only held her tighter, and kissed her softly on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "You wouldn't do that to me now Sora, would you?"
"No, I wouldn't, but I should." The girl giggled as she leaned back in his embrace. "You're early."
"My mom came early today, along with Takeru and woke me up. I had to get out of there before she asked too many questions." The blonde explained matter-of-factly.
"Really? What kind of questions?"
"About you."
Sora's eyes widened and she stopped her circular batter stirring motions. "Me?"
"I told her how beautiful you are, how kind you are, how so contagiously calming and serene you are."
The girl let out a soft laugh, "contagiously calming and serene? Wow Yamato, I didn't think you were so poeti-"
"And, I told her that you're the only girl I've ever cared about." Yamato said quickly, cutting her off.
Pouring the mix into the separate pans still with Yamato around her waist, Sora felt her heart melt. "Yama, you're too sweet…"
"Mm no, you are," he said, and as if to prove his statement, he placed light kisses along Sora's nape. "Like maple syrup."
"That's probably because it is. I had pancakes this morning and I guess some syrup was still on my hands." The redhead explained.
Yamato laughed, "All right, all right. So, why are you baking a cake?"
"I wanted to."
"Do I get to eat it?"
"Of course."
"That's all that matters." Yamato said, prompting a light shove from Sora. Finally free from the singer, the girl quickly placed the three pans into the oven set at 360 degrees.
* * * * *
An hour later, Sora and Yamato sat on the couch in the living room, watching the Princess Bride on DVD. The movie was Sora's choice, another little thing she liked to do during the Christmas break; lucky for her, Yamato thought the idea was kind of cute and didn't mind watching the movie at all. The cake had come out of the oven a little while ago, and Sora had let it cool, so it would be more fit for icing later.
Yamato stared at the television screen, unsure of what to do. Should he give her the present now? Should he wait? Sora was comfortably seated in his arms, using Yamato as a cushion. Taking in her jasmine scent that he craved, he decided it was now or well… later. "Sora?"
"Mm yes, Yama?" The girl answered, turning her body to look up at him with her alluring crimson eyes.
After about a second, Yamato produced the black velvet box wrapped in a ribbon. "Merry Christmas."
Sora's eyes widened and she inhaled softly. Sitting up on her knees she observed the square box for a second before turning back to Yamato. "Can I open it?"
The blonde chuckled, "Of course, I insist that you do."
Slipping off the ribbon, Sora's slender fingers pried open the box slowly. The girl gasped at the sight of a silver ring, with a silver necklace slipped through the loop. Taking the jewelry out of the box, Sora looked up at Yamato. "Oh my stars Yamato, this must have cost a fortune."
"Shh, read what the ring says."
Picking up the small band with the silver chain looped through it, Sora looked closely at the inside of the band and managed to make out the words, "Be my girl." The words were vague, but Sora understood. A bright smile graced her lips as she turned to Yamto. "You couldn't add 'friend'?" she teased.
The blonde shrugged and gave her one of his best grins, "I wanted to save some space."
"How conservative of you."
Yamato chuckled at her words but immediately quieted down. "So… what do you say?"
Pleased with the fact that the blonde seemed nervous at the moment Sora decided to toy with him. "What was the question?"
He sighed, knowing perfectly well what Sora was doing to him. Yamato leaned closer into Sora, causing the girl to bend backwards on the couch. "Be my girlfriend, Sora. Please? I've never been more serious with a girl and I've never felt the same before either. I know what it's so typical to say it, but it's true, Sora. I've fallen for you.'"
The auburn haired girl's breath was caught in her chest and she exhaled slowly. He's fallen for me? How did that happen? "Yamato, of course I'll be your girlfriend."
"YES!" The blonde exclaimed, shooting a fist into the air. "Finally! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!" Yamato chanted as he lunged for Sora, placing hurried kisses on her lips.
"Yama, stop!" the girl laughed between the short moments that his lips were parted from hers.
"I don't want to," the handsome singer argued, stopping to pout like a little boy.
"Well, let me put on the necklace at least."
"Here, let me." Yamato offered as he took the ring with the chain strung through it and wrapped his arms around Sora's neck. He used the opportunity as an excuse to get close to the girl and took in her scent. Purposely weaving his fingers in and out of her silken strands, he finally connected the clasp. "It belongs there," he said, referring to the area around Sora's neck that the ring and chain had claimed; he marveled at the image of his girlfriend wearing the necklace he had given her- smiling with pride.
The auburn haired girl blushed lightly, "Thanks Yama." Suddenly jumping to her feet, Sora ran upstairs to her room, leaving a confused Yamato on the couch. A minute later, the girl reappeared, this time carrying a large rectangular object that seemed to be a stretch canvas, faced away from Yamato. "Don't look!" Sora demanded playfully as she managed down the steps with the painting in hand. The blonde turned away immediately, with a large grin plastered onto his face.
Finally in front of Yamato, Sora presented the painting to her boyfriend with an energetic, "Ta da! I hope you like it."
Yamato got up and kneeled in front of the painting, speechless. The painting showed Weregarurumon standing on this sort of hill, with the moon shining brilliantly. The painting had a dark navy tint to it, giving it a dark and yet mysteriously calming aura. He reached a hand out to touch the painting slowly, but was stopped immediately by Sora.
"Don't! It's not dry yet, oil takes longer than acrylic to dry. I just finished yesterday…" She explained, looking down at the ground, embarrassed by the revelation of her last minute rush. Yamato remained speechless and the silence made Sora uneasy. "Yamato, if you don't like it, I can get you something else! It was just that I thought that your room was lacking something and I wanted to brighten it up and I thought u liked weregarurumon, and I wanted to make something for you so it meant more and-"
Her sentence was cut short by firm kiss from Yamato. "Stupid girl, I love it."
"Are you sure?" Sora asked, looking at the blonde innocently with her large crimson eyes.
"It's so beautiful, I can't believe that you would spend so much time on something for me. It's just what I needed, and now, I'll have part of you with me when I'm home, I won't be lonely, Sora. Thank you so so much." Yamato whispered the words softly against Sora's ear, sending a soft shudder through her.
"Sure?" the girl asked, just for confirmation one more time.
Laughing, Yamato sat down on the couch and pulled Sora down with him. He leaned into her and nuzzled her neck. "Positive," he answered, sending a soft trail of kisses along her neck. He moved up to her lips, hungrily dipping his tongue into her mouth, exploring the details pleasurably.
Shifting a bit without breaking the kiss, Yamato managed to get Sora to lie down on the couch, beneath him. He explored her sides, occasionally even daring to reach underneath her shirt, but never traveling far up. When the blonde's hand traveled underneath her shirt, across her smooth stomach and up to her ribs, Sora let out a loud gasp.
Stupid Ishida, you had to go too far, Yamato scolded himself while sitting up on the couch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Come, I have to ice the cake." Sora said, smirking devilishly and purposely ignoring the unnecessary apology. Taking the blonde's hand, she led him away to the kitchen and took out the marble layers. "Does chocolate sound good to you?"
"Everything sounds good to me."
"I'm taking that as 'yes, chocolate sounds great, Sora.'" The girl replied, taking out the chocolate icing that she had prepared earlier. Placing the first layer on a clean glass platter, the auburn haired girl began to spread the soft substance over the cake.
Three layers iced and half an hour later, Sora found herself with Yamato's protective arms around her waist while she tried to clean the pans. Finally cleaning off the metal Sora moved to clean off the excess icing that had smeared. Accidentally getting some on her fingers, she licked them off, oblivious to the kinky suggestion of the act.
Yamato grinned and rested his head on her shoulder. "When can I eat?"
"Well… you can eat the cake right now."
"I was talking about you." The blonde paused to listen to Sora laugh, and then added softly, "I want you to bring the cake with us tonight."
The girl turned around in Yamato's arms to face him curiously. "What are you talking about?"
"I want you to come to the dinner tonight."
"No way, Yamato!"
"Sora, it'll be okay, I promise!"
"You know how much your dad hates me."
"No he doesn't, he's just unsure, that's all." Receiving a skeptical look from Sora, he quickly continued, "He loves art, he really does. Once he sees how talented you are, he won't be able to say no!"
"Yama…"
"My mother wants to meet you too. I think she's planning a wedding already."
Sora blushed severely at the comment, "I'm sorry Yama, I just don't think I'll feel very comfortable…"
The blonde sighed and placed his arms on the marble countertop, on either side of Sora, trapping her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, god, how he loved doing that to her. Tilting her head up, Sora closed her eyes and let the sensations take over her. Yamato kissed her at the base of the neck, "If you," an inch higher, "don't go, I'll," a bit higher, "just have to," her earlobe, "stay here," finally, he reached her lips and pressed firmly against her lips.
Sora's eyes widened at his words and she broke the kiss, "Yamato Ishida! You can't stay here! Your father will go mad. You know how important this is to him."
"Look Sora, I'm not going to leave you alone for Christmas Eve. It's either I go and you go with me, or I stay, you have to pick one."
The auburn haired girl sighed in defeat, "I'll go…"
AN: hi everyone, sorry that this took me a while… I'm so sleepy right now! Since I'm lacking some sleep, I'll just save the editing for tomorrow, hehe, so bear with this version for a while, okay? So okay, I've decided not to have Michi in the next fic. Stupid me, I just can't stick with it, can I? Well, since I don't like it really, and there are some people that felt the same way, I decided, what the heck, it won't be a michi. I think it'll be a Sorato, but I have my Taiora more planned out… _ oy, I'm so unorganized.
Plz review and any ideas are always welcomed! Thanks!