Hello, y'all! How'z it going? Hope everybody's up for yet another chappy. But I must warn you that this one is going to be a bit short (hehehe). But I'm sorry that the Sorato part is taking way too long coz I really don't know what's going on inside my head right now. But I promise that the next chapter will have it. Just hang on a bit, okay? Ciao!

Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine

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Love's only blocks away: chapter iii

I was exhausted! I plopped myself down on my bed. I was too tired to even eat dinner. I just stared at the ceiling wearily, thinking about the band's new recording deal. 'I can't believe we pulled it off and now the band is practically going international, with lots of gigs, offers, advertisements, money! But it will all be arranged just after we finish our contract here. For now, just concerts and gigs here in Odaiba.' My thoughts drifted off to the girl I bumped into earlier that day. 'She's so beautiful, not to mention sexy. And her eyes. I've never seen anyone with those eyes, even after all the girls that tried to hit on me. It's so deep with so much emotion in them. I wish I could see her again.' I sat up, laughing to myself. That thought was kinda impossible. Hell, I don't even know her! 'Wise up, Ishida!' I mustered up all the remaining energy left in my body just to walk to my bathroom. Who would ever guess that a famous rock star would be living in a crummy apartment? But everything isn't all about wasting money on some expensive hotel or expensive expenses on large house bills. Money can be really helpful in the near future. I quickly took off my jacket but was surprised to feel that it was a bit heavy. I quickly inserted my hand inside its pockets to reveal the red wallet that I found at the mall. I changed into a simple black T-shirt and some sweatpants. Realizing that I was a bit thirsty, I forgot how tired I was and went down from my room to get a drink, still holding the wallet with me. From the staircase, I turned left towards my kitchen, got a cup from the cupboard, then went to the faucet to fill it up. I took a sip from my drink then sat down, clutching the wallet and staring at it like it was the most interesting thing on earth. I laid down my cup on the kitchen table then, turning the wallet over, I opened it to see if there was identification. Nothing unusual in it, though. Just the usual stuff: money, credit cards, receipts, letters; all of which obviously owned by some girl, though surprisingly, not a single photo was inside. 'Maybe she's not very photogenic,' I chuckled as I searched the wallet for some sign as to whom it belonged to.

"Eureeka! Found it!" I exclaimed as I took a small piece of cardboard inside a pocket that read as to whom the wallet may belong to. It goes something like:

Name: Takenouchi, Sora

Hometown: Odaiba, Japan

Age (recent): 22 yrs.

Address: 1104 Amli Apts. Room 449, fourth floor, Odaiba

Home number: 653-3772

Cellphone number: (214)850-4345

I was actually relieved that she lives here in Odaiba, and just a few blocks to where my apartment is. And, being the Good Samaritan that I am, decided to just give it back.

"And besides," I said as I looked at the amount the wallet contained, "This is quite a lot. She might need it or something," I said as I put the card back. 'Since I have nothing better to do tomorrow, I'll just drop this off just to get my conscience clear.' I stifled a yawn and didn't really realize how tired I was. I carried myself up the stairs and into my bedroom. I put the wallet on my desk then dropped down on my bed. And suddenly, I was fast asleep.

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Okay, okay. Short, I know. But I promise I'll do better. Just stay with me here. And please review! I'm pleading!!!! Thank you! Ciao!

P.S. Those numbers I used for Sora came from some old newspapers that I found so it's of NO USE, okay? Ciao!

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