What A Mistake Can Lead To
By crazyamzy
Chapter 1: That's when I met her...
Disclaimer: You know the drill... I don't own Digimon, it belongs to Toei Animation, Fox Network and a bunch of other companies.
A/N: I know I should be finishing up the other stories but sorry, most of them will have to wait. I thought of this entirely from beginning to end in my sleep...and urgh... a few of my friend's Japanese cop movies which I didn't completely understand because I don't speak Japanese. The beginning is similar to 'I'm Sorry Yamato'. It'll contain lots of deaths, horrors, possible suicide... uh... R/R!
Summary: Sora, a 22 year old police officer, made the toughest decision of her life. As a result, her boyfriend is sentenced to three years of jail. Three years later Sora is married to Tai, but Yamato comes back to her life , this time for revenge, but will their love break through and change his mind about her before it's too late? Sorato/Taiora. AU.
Yamato's POV
The plan:
It was simple. Buy the boat ticket off Ebay, take a 4 hours cruise to the China's coastline a few miles from Beijing, wait near the entrance on the lower deck at six o clock sharp, find a woman wearing brown leather boots and tinited sunglasses, exchange the code, deliver the shitload of drugs and then take off with the money in hand. It was a easy deal, but I wasn't a complete idiot to ignore the fact that it's illegal. The worst that could possibly go wrong was if the police get involved, then I would get in serious shits if I get caught. Why did I even put myself into this dangerous job? At the moment I had no regrets for what I'm going. It was ninety-nine percent flawless, an easy moneymaker without breaking a sweat. Out of total unawareness, that one percent broke through and everything went wrong. All because of her, Sora Takenouchi.
Flashback, 4 years ago:
The rain, it hit the chrome shield of my Mercedes Benz like mockings of vengeful laughter. Every radiation from those sound waves caused my headache to ache harder, adding on pressure to my skull. I wanted to get home fast, get away from the outside world and take a relaxing shower before heading to the comfort of my own bed.
I drove through a flooding street in Odaiba, mindlessly not even bother to stop or slow down at the stop sign. Downfalls of pouring rain blocked my vision, the only objects I could see was a pair of red car lights. I kept reminding myself to keep a reasonable distance from the car in front of me and tried to not lose my patience by humping the horn. Suddenly a red light came into view, my reaction was a bit slow at the break. I heard a shriek in front of me and stopped the car. This is really a goddamn unlucky day, I haven't had this much suffer in 24 hours than all my problems added up together from the past few years! Did I hit someone? There was no way I could tell with a thick layer of mist on my car window.
I pulled down the window and peeked out.
Raindrops just short from the ground and landed on a dark moving figure in front of my car, outlining a girl in a bike.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Fine." Was the answer. I glanced at the source, my eyes came upon a slendor woman. She was completely drenched from head to feet, a black uniform stuck to her body and streams of rain dropped down her cheeks. Half covered in strands of auburn hair, her ruby eyes barely visible. She still clenched to her bicycle. Who would be dumb enough to go out in this storm?
I could see her lips trembling, she rode away without any word. I've seen her before, that face was so familiar that I would mistake her for my own mother.
"Wait!" I exclaimed but she didn't hear, only continued to paddle and ride away on her bike.
"Hey, are you sure you're fine?" I screamed out from my car seat.
"Yes!" She yelled back ignorantly.
A long sigh escaped my mouth. Stupid girl! Does she know it's dangerous to be exposed in this kind of whether? Especially at this time of day, there could be gangs trying to seduce her on the street, she could be raped, she could get kidna----
Okay, so maybe I shouldn't bug into her own business. But I still followed her.
Yes, I followed her! Which was a huge mistake as I was about to learn later. But my concern got carried too far, without thinking about the consequences I made a turn at the intersection and drove into a small avenue, closestly eyeing the girl on the bike.
"Do you want to come in? It's raining hard outside, I can take you home." I slowed down my car as I yelled out to her.
"No, "She replied sternly.
"C'mon, where do you live?"
"No where near you, you pevert!" The girl rised her tone to a state of impatience.
"Look, I'm just worried." I stopped my car a few yards in front of her and stepped out, blocking the sidewalk with my arms extending to both sides.
She sighed and got out of her bike. "What do you want?"
"Such a young woman like you shouldn't be out in this weather. I'll take you home. At least you won't get wet in my car." I said pathetically and kept a steady tone. "Here, let's go outside." I opened the door to the back seat and gently pulled on her wrist.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed and kicked my stomach hard. I never imagined her foot to be as stiff as stone, it landed on top of my abdomen. The next thing I knew, fell down in midair and landed on my ass against the concrete sidewalk. "Hey, what was--" I tried to sit up, only to be punched again, this time by a pair of fists targeting my eyeballs. Her fist was so strong, more like the fist of a boxer. Not at all fitting to her appearance.
I started seeing stars flying in my vision of blackness. My throat could hardly make a sound. She gasped and that was the last thing I heard.
The aching on my face took effect as I drifted back to conciousness.
Where was I?
In a room, laying on a bed.
Why the hell was I here?
No idea.
How long have I passed out?
Who cares.
Am I alone, whose house is this?
My answer came as a young lady walked into the room with a bowl torched in her hands. I sniffled the air, the smell of chicken noddle soup lightened my taste buds. I barely remember the last time I had a decent meal served to me personally, probably never.
"You must be hungry." The auburn haired girl sat down beside me and reached out the bowl of steamy soup. Hell yeah I'm hungry what did you think?
"Oh, uh, thanks." I accepted it and dug in without the use of spoon.
She introduced herself as I gulped down the bowl of soup.
"Do you remember anything?" She asked in concern. I shook my head, I didn't even know my own name.
"I don't think we've met before." I dropped the bowl and turned my attention to her.
It took a while for her to refresh my memory. "My name's Sora." She introduced.
I nodded, "Uh huh."
"It was raining hard two days ago, and I was coming home from work. Just as I crossed the streets, your car almost crashed into me. I know you didn't mean it, but I got freaked out and I ran away as fast as I could. By the time I got back on my bike, you were still following me."
I listened attentively, this seem like it really did happen. I remember now, bits by bits as she told me.
"You wanted me to come inside your car and you said you'd drive me home. I'm sorry, no offense but I mistaked you were some kind of rapist."
"No offense taken." I smiled.
"So when you stepped out of the car and got closer, I..."She was silent for a few seconds.
"Go on." I whispered, already had an idea of this was getting to.
"I had to protect myself so ..."
"So you knocked me out." I assumed. She gave a slight nod and turned away to hide her smirk. I chuckled mindlessly and swallowed the rest of my food.
"Well, you must be one bloody hell of a strong women." I touched my bandaged forehead that diagnally covered one of my eyes. A sharp pain sudden rose by the gentle touch.
She sounded out a shy giggle and flushed vividly. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment. If you want, you can stay here a few days until you get better."
"That's alright. I'd rather not be a bother to you." I said politely and refused her offer.
She respected my answer and nodded. "So who are you?"
"Yamato Ishida." I told her. She blushed even more and laughed. What was so funny? Oh yeah... my face, something told me I'd be quite surprise if I take a look at the mirror. My cheeks were probably bright blue from the bruises, it certainly felt like it.
End of Flashback...
So that was the first time we met. From that day on, we got to know each other better and starting dating like any other ordinary couple. I couldn't imagine one day without Sora in my life which was why I finally mustered up the courage to propose to her, but she put even a grown man to tears when my worst nightmares did indeed become reality.
A few months later, we were engaged and soon to be married by the end of the month. But there was no wedding after all. After I found out about her occupation, nothing was the same anymore.
Sora was a police officer. And... I am... let's just say we can't be together. They say you should never fall in love with your enemies. I never considered her as an enemy. Only a confused girl who made a mistake. She stabbed my heart like a thousand knives, leaving a perminate injury no one can heal, not even myself. I will never forget the day that day when fate suddenly took a unexpected turn... and I will never forgive her for sealing my whole future in a cell. She murdered my soul. Or worse, perhaps I murdered my own soul, perhaps I was the one who made a mistake. But all that doesn't seem to matter now. Nothing matters except... Sora will pay.
sweating hard I hope it wasn't that bad... I really poured everything in. It might be a tiny bit confusing so far but all that will be revealed in the next two chapters in Sora's POV. Well, tell me what you think by leaving a review. Til the next chap. crazyamzy