AN: Oh man, I'm kinda scared to update this chapter… but I gotta finish it, right?
Please guys, don't hate Sora.
KAT: Thanks for the reviews and the encouragement to finish. This chapter is dedicated to you.
Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine.
One week later.
Droplets made light contact with the large full-length windows in Sora's penthouse. The girl sat on her couch, her legs tucked underneath her form, and a familiar stuffed animal wolf by her side. The concert had been a huge success, flocks of girls just couldn't wait to get their hands on the band members- clawing, screaming, kicking, and fighting even.
For the past week, Sora had been pining about what had happened on the night of the performance. It was one of the most important concerts for Yamato and she had to ruin it. Why? Dignity got in the way. In the back of her head, she could hear the little voice screaming at her, forget your ego, you idiot! But even if she was willing to sacrifice some pride, she couldn't find the right moment to say the three little words to him. When should she say it? In the morning when he picked her up, after school? at band practice? at the school's rehearsal?
Sora let out a low groan and let her head fall against the soft stuffed animal, using it as a pillow. She laced her fingers through the artificial soft fur, it reminded her of Yamato's hair. Soft, wild, and beautiful. She remembered she named the toy Matt, since her boyfriend had won the prize for her at the amusement park. Sitting there quietly on her sofa, watching the rain, and subconsciously petting Matt, Sora realized just how much she had messed up. She had to tell him.
A blonde haired, blue-eyed boy sat on the edge of his bed, softly strumming the strings of his guitar as he hummed a familiar tune. It was the song titled You that he had written for Sora. Running his fingers expertly over the strings, he continued to perfect the song. He sighed, holding his hand against the vibrating strings to stop the music. Everything was so fresh in his mind, the way he told her he loved her, the way she said "thank you." Placing the instrument carefully beside him on the mattress, Yamato leaned back to lay on the bed. The look in her eyes told him that she loved him- that she knew it, and that was enough for him.
But it would feel so good to hear her say those words to him.
In the week that had passed, Yamato never felt awkward towards the girl, and continued with Sora as usual, but he knew she felt something. Every time he looked at her, she'd look away, avoiding his gaze. Was it guilt?
It hurt. What was he going to do? Lie? Pretend to be all 'manly' and say that it didn't hurt? But he also knew that he loved her too much to ask for anymore. He just wanted to be by her side.
He sighed, turning on the radio and stared at the painting that was hung just above his bed. It was the painting of Weregarurumon that Sora had painted for him. God, she was amazing. Maybe that's why it hurt so badly, the fact that he loved this amazing girl so much, and yet, she didn't seem to want to say the same words to him. He groaned and turned to his side in an attempt to clear his head. Returning his guitar back to its stand, Yamato turned off the lights and slowly crawled back beneath his blankets. Sleep would do some good.
The next day was Saturday. As usual, Sora had rehearsal, and since the concert was over, Yamato and the guys decided to go see the auburn haired girl in action once again. She had done a great job of memorizing her lines, and said them with emotion and ease. Yamato watched her as she stood on stage; the light played with her hair, showing a wide array of colors in her already vibrant strands.
"Hey man, what's up with you and Sora these days?" Tai, who was seated adjacent to the blonde, asked.
Yamato was caught completely off guard and stared at the chocolate haired teen. "How did you-"
"Right, my two best friends and I wouldn't know. Give me a break."
"Oh yeah…"
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"… I…"
"You…?"
"I told her that I love her."
"You WHAT?!" a pair of voices yelled simultaneously.
Yamato turned around to see Jeff and Aki 'carefully' listening into the conversation. "Wait wait wait, you told her you love her?" Jeff clarified.
All the lead singer could do was smile and nod.
"And?"
"And she said thank you."
The guys stared at him, even Jamie's shock showed on his usually stoic features. Aki was the first to speak up. "So… what now?"
"Nothing. It's not like we broke up or anything, and I kind of already guessed she wasn't going to say it, Sora likes to take relationships slowly and if that's what she wants, I'm going to support her on it."
"I'm sure she loves you, man."
Yamato shrugged and gave a small smile. "Yeah." I hope so…
Suddenly, a soft chuckled started in Jamie's throat, eventually becoming a full and hearty laugh. The others stared at him, or more like glared. "Jeff! What's wrong with you, man?" Tai yelled, slapping the other boy on the back of his head.
"Sorry, sorry, but it's just so ironic." Jeff explained. "I mean come on, Yamato Matt Ishida, heart throb and all that good stuff. When he finally falls in love, it just so happens to be probably the only girl in the hemisphere that wouldn't jump into his arms and give him her virginity."
Yamato laughed, agreeing with Jeff. "That's what I love about her."
"Oh man, you've got it bad."
Sora watched the group out of the corner of her eye. They were laughing now, but earlier, she had seen the shock on everyone's faces. He must've told them… guilt resurfaced and she felt a sickening lump in her stomach. Come on Sora, almost at the end of the play, you can make it… "First rehearse your song by rote, to each word a warbling note. Hand in hand, with fairy grace, will we sing and bless this place." Taking Nick's hand, she went into his arms and danced with him again for the last time in the play. His arms wrapped around her tightly, pressing her to him. Sora hated it. She hated it when he took advantage of the situation like that. He had even dared to let his arms travel up and down her sides once. Mr. Kaufmann had promoted it, said it showed the love between the two. Disgusting.
Yamato suddenly quieted as he noticed the other boy's arms tightly encircled around his girlfriend's waist. How is it that he'd never notice before? His fist tightened with a loud crack and his sapphire eyes glared at the oblivious boy with anger. Nick was a dead man.
"Hey, Yam-man, we're gonna go and give you guys some 'alone time.'" Taichi announced, standing up from his spot.
"That's alright, man, I don't think she wants to really talk about it."
"Nah, you guys really should talk. Later man." The chestnut haired boy waved to Yamato as the others said their goodbyes and walked out of the auditorium. Now back to killing Nick…
Sora walked towards where her bag sat on the ground. She was in her hurry, eager to be with Yamato but her thoughts were interrupted as someone held onto her arm. Turning around with a bewildered look, she met Nick's eyes. "Yes Nick?"
His eyes twinkled dangerously. "Hey, how bout that kiss?"
Man was this guy straight forward, prompting Sora to roll her eyes, annoyed. "How bout no?"
Nick's grip tightened around her arm as he pulled her closer. "I think that it'll be better if we practiced a bit."
His persistent attitude was starting to make Sora uneasy and she scanned the auditorium desperately for anyone that would help. Dammit, why did I have to talk to Mr. Kaufmann about my script? The auburn haired girl cursed. After the rehearsal had finished, Sora had gone to Mr. Kaufmann's office and asked about doing a certain scene in the play. She told Yamato to wait for her outside.
The auditorium was empty. Even the lights had been dimmed considerably. Sora glared at Nick with her crimson eyes. "Let go, Nick."
"Where's my kiss."
"Look, I said no."
"It's for the benefit of the school play." He persuaded.
The guy was disgusting. He really did use the school as excuses, didn't he? First it was the chemistry project, and now the school play. "You stupid ass, let go of my arm."
"Oh, we're getting violent now? Just one kiss, my queen."
Sora shivered at his words- definitely not the same shiver she got from Yamato. Did she really have to kiss this guy on the day of the play? Nick's grip was firm and the scrawny looking boy was apparently very strong for his appearance. Crimson eyes widened as he pulled Sora closer and closer to his form. She went through all her possible escape routes in her mind. She could hit him, but if she did that, what if he got violent? She could scream, but no one would hear; seriously come on, it was a Saturday and the cast was just all but too eager to get out. Sora turned her head to the side, not wanting to meet Nick's lips with her own. Just before his lips made contact with her fair skin, a strong force sent the boy staggering back.
Sora looked up at the godsend that came to her rescue. She smiled, expecting to see none other than Yamato. God, how she loved him.
"She said No, do I have to spell it out for you?" Yamato growled.
Nick looked alarmed, not sure when the blonde boy had shown up. Nevertheless, he was here now, and one thing was certain- Yamato was a lot stronger than Nick was. "Sheesh man, lighten up, it was just a kiss," and with that, Nick got up and sprinted out of the auditorium.
Sora remained quiet. She wanted to thank him and hug him and kiss him, but Yamato was angry. He was practically a statue standing there, not speaking, and unmoving. The auditorium was in a dead silence and Sora could hear his heavy breathing. She reached a hand out to him, "Yama-"
"Grab your bag. Let's get out of here."
She winced. Grabbing her bag quickly, she ran to catch up with the blonde who was already out of the auditorium. Man, did anger fuel speed or what? Sora watched Yamato's back as he walked down the corridors of the school. Careful to keep a good distance between her and Yamato, Sora let her mind wander.
Her boyfriend had never spoken to her like that. He was harsh and stoic- exactly what Yamato wasn't known to be. The more she thought about the situation the more scared she became, then pride kicked in. What reason did he possibly have to be mad? It's not as if she tried to kiss Nick or anything. Was this just the last straw from when she hadn't voiced her affections? Every ounce of dignity and pride that Sora had left evaporated away as her mind settled that specific event. This was all her fault.
Looking up when she heard the front doors of the school building close, she noticed that Yamato had already left. Picking up her pace, Sora raced out of the school and called his name the moment she saw him in the distance. When did he get that far? Yamato was almost at his car that was parked adjacent to Sora's before she finally caught up with him.
"Yamato!"
No reply.
She tried again, louder this time. "Yamato!"
Nothing.
Sighing heavily, she grabbed him by the arm to turn his around to face her. "Yamato!"
"What?" He blurted out.
Sora stared at the boy in front of her, this couldn't possibly be the same boy she fell in love with, could it? "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" he spat out, obviously annoyed at the vague question.
"That's it! What's wrong with you? You practically teleported out of there and I'm sure you were about to drive off without me."
"First. Not everything is about you. Second. Your car is right there."
"Don't give me any of that, Yamato. Tell me what's wrong." She quieted, looking down at the ground before adding softly, "Please."
"What's wrong? What's WRONG?!" he mocked. "I'll tell you what's wrong. I have to sit there all the time, watching this scumbag take advantage of his position; millions of guys are infatuated with you; and my girlfriend won't say she loves me, after five and a half months!"
Sora faltered at his last comment, "Yamato… I do love you."
Silence. Part of him was overjoyed at finally hearing the words, but another part of him told him not to back down. If he backed down now, he'd lose a good chunk of dignity right there. He was in the middle of an argument and he couldn't just suddenly do a 180 in the middle and say that everything was all right again. But… she said it… Unfortunately for the couple, Yamato's pride won the inner battle and he spat out, "Don't say that. I don't need you to pity me."
Sora had enough of it right then and there. She was willing to be patient with him, get his anger out, let his jealousy out, but Sora Takenouchi did not lie, and she was damned if she was going to let it pass. How dare he declare the statement as a false one? Didn't he know how important it was to her? No. This wasn't the same Yamato. Her expression darkened as she replied, "Do not say that I'm taking pity on you. You of all people should know that I'm not like that."
"Why not? I don't even know if you really do, you look pretty comfortable up there on the stage with Nick."
A loud slap was heard as Sora's hand came in contact with Yamato's left cheek. The blonde looked up to see his girlfriend with silent tears cascading down her rosy cheeks. Her voice was low and dangerous. "Don't accuse me of flirting with other guys, or ever cheating on you. You've let your jealousy consume you, Yamato, though I don't know what you have to be jealous about. I have never complained about your fan girls molesting you have the time."
The contact had hurt physically and mentally. He had never seen Sora angry, not like this. Silently, he agreed with her, not once had she spoken up about his excessively flirtatious fan girls or anything. Unwilling to lose some dignity and admit he was wrong, Yamato Ishida did the exact opposite. "It's obvious that we've both been on edge for a long time, so let's just stop it here."
"What?"
"I'm ending this useless relationship. I'm breaking up."
Useless? How could he say that? Sora looked down, refusing to let out the tears that threatened to fall from her crimson orbs. He couldn't see her cry. After a few seconds, the auburn headed girl looked up, only to realize that Yamato was almost in his car. She watched silently as he opened the door and got in the driver's seat. The engine started. Say something, you stupid girl! Forget your dignity! Don't be so stubborn! Say something!
Sora froze as the car started to back out of the parking space. Yamato really was leaving her… Forgetting her tears, the girl cupped her mouth and yelled as loud as her lungs would allow. The words, "I LOVE YOU!" echoed through the city block.
AN: wait wait wait! I can read minds! You're all thinking, "OH MY GOSH, THIS STORY JUST GETS WORSE AND WORSE!" or "HOW COULD SHE DO THAT?!" or "I HATE HER…" etc…
Please don't hurt me!
This chapter took so long since it was so hard to write. Trust me, I didn't want to make the break up, but let's be a bit more realistic. Five and a half months and not even a small quarrel? Now come on, don't tell me that's just too perfect.
Don't worry, I won't end like this, I have to update the next chapter faster so you guys won't hurt me… I'm working on it right now!
I promise I'll make it up to you guys.