The Stranger over the Internet

Summary: A/U. Sora Takenouchi has met a stranger over the internet and immediately fell in love with him. He was everything she wanted and possibly even more. What happens when this particular stranger was the person she hated the most and he was Yamato Ishida?

Author's Note: I'm SO sorry for the story delay because I was on vacation and I had three mid-terms to study for! Eep. I was scared so I didn't have time to update but now I am! Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Stalker

'Ahh… What a nice day out,' the boy thought, as he stepped out from his three-story house and onto the porch.

Sniffing in the air through his nostrils, he exhaled and spread his arms out as if wanting to depart from the ground and into the air. It was a nice feeling whenever the usual crowd of girls didn't surround him, especially when most of them had on a strong scent of perfume. Placing his hands into his pockets, he tugged on his schoolbag harder and slung it over his shoulders. Walking down the porch, he examined his neighborhood closely. As usual, the area was quiet and had an eerie feeling to it. The shades inside the houses were pulled down and cars were still parked in their driveway, waiting for their owners to later come out and drive them. Yamato Ishida was used to the routine by now. Every day of the year he would wake up at 6:30 A.M. to get ready for school and at 7:00 A.M. he would depart for Odaiba High School.

Odaiba High School was only two miles away from his house so he usually would walk to school while everyone else he knew would be in their expensive car, driving to school. Yamato actually liked walking. It gave him time to know more about the sights of Odaiba. As he walked down the sidewalk, he began to whistle one of the songs that he wrote for his band, the Teenage Wolves. Occasionally, he would hum the rhythm or drum the beat of the song on his thighs with his fingers.

Suddenly as he passed the Izumi house, he saw a flicker of auburn hair down the street attached with a great body hugged in an Odaiba uniform. He gulped slightly and kept distance from the girl. He was afraid that it might be one of his fan girls… or worse. Jun Motomiya. As he looked closer, he noticed something rather bizarre.

'Wait… Since when did any of my fan girls have red hair?' he asked himself and bit his bottom lip.

Out of curiosity, he followed the girl and stopped whenever she did to hide himself from view just in case it really was just another fanatic fan of his. Only once did he saw her face. Beautiful skin, gorgeous ruby eyes, and a smile that would kill (well he didn't necessarily see her smile, but he could imagine her doing so). Now, fully wanting to see her whole figure, he stalked her all the way into an alleyway

Suddenly the girl stopped right in the middle of their stroll and spoke, but in a rather annoyed tone. "What do you want?" she asked and turned around.

Yamato wanted to gasp but couldn't, so instead he gulped. It was that girl in his Japanese History class. The girl who he had gotten in trouble with. Except… how could it be? A few minutes ago she didn't have glasses on, but… now she did.

"What do you want Ishida?" she repeated, her arms crossed against her chest.

"I-I- uhh…" he mumbled but couldn't find the right words to say to her. What was he going to say? He thought she was hot and stalked her all the way here until he realized who she really truly was? Pfft… he would never admit anything like that to anyone.

"So?"

Yamato bit his bottom lip, not knowing what to tell her. Suddenly, an idea striked him and he quickly said, "Well I thought you were one of my friend so I was just about to say h-"

"Hi?" she supplied and smirked. "Clearly you are the worse liar I've ever met."

"Is that so?"

"For one thing I know you've been following me more then ten minutes all ready. Now if you really did think I was your friend, why not say hi sooner?"

"Err--- because," Yamato said lamely. God was this girl smart, a rare thing indeed in girls these days.

"Mmhmm," the girl said and grinned, "I'll be going now if you don't mind."

With that last remark, she turned back towards the street that they were at a few minutes ago and walked away. For some odd reason, the boy trailed after her and began walking besides her.

She eyed him for a moment and began to speed up her pace. Mimicking her actions, Yamato did the same. He did this until she broke into a run and ran down the street.

"H-Hey! Wait!" he called after her and followed her.

Woah. Could this girl run! She was like a speeding lion without the fur and the fangs.

'And better legs for sure,' he thought.

The auburn 'beauty' turned left down into another street and Yamato, not wanting to give up, ran after her.

"S-STOP!" he called after her but stopped to take a breath of air. They had all ready raced each other at a park near the schoolyard.

This time the girl did stop. She turned around and slowly waltz her way towards the rock star who was currently crouching on his back, panting.

"Y-You can run…" he remarked and stood back up into his normal position, still breathing deeply.

"After a few years at tennis, I wouldn't be surprised that I could," she answered. "So, really, what do you want?"

A smile tugged on the tip of his lips. Why did he follow her? Even he didn't know. "I just wanted to apologies about yesterday," he replied, saying the first thing on his mind, "I didn't mean to get you into trouble."

He didn't know if she bought it, but somehow she looked convinced.

"So, I'm sorry."

She looked at him up and down carefully, as if surveying for the truth. Finally she began to speak, "Well, if that's all you wanted to tell me, I'll be going now."

"W-Wait!" he said quickly as he watched her begin to move. "Sarah… right?"

The girl stopped immediately in her track. He could see her shoulders dropping and a sigh of frustration coming from her. Great, maybe that wasn't her name…

"It's Sora, Sora Takenouchi."

"Oh!" Yamato dumbly answered and let out a nervous chuckle, "Yeah. I forgot, sorry."

"Obviously." Sora replied, somehow the boy could sense a little sadness in her tone of voice.

Yamato waited for her to turn around to walk away once more. Instead, she didn't.

"You know what hurts the most about all this Yama?" she whispered suddenly after the awkward silence between them.

Yama? No one has ever called him by that name before, but yet the name sounds really familiar. "What?" he asked her.

"It is the fact that we used to be f-friends…" she replied, Yamato could see her eyes began to water at the tip of her eyelids. "The fact that we used to be really close."

Sora waited for him to answer her, or at least react to her words. Yet, he stands still. Gawking at her.

"You've changed Yama…"

"…"

"And… somehow, I missed the old Yamato. The one that used to hold my hand when I was little whenever I got scared. Now, you've become the sort of person who I dislike… Very much."

"And what kind of person am I now?" Yamato asked quietly, not exactly sure if he even wanted to know.

The girl gazed at him for a moment, her lips closed and open slightly but yet they shut once more. With a deep sigh she whipped the tears that were gathering at the tips of her eyes with her sleeve.

"You're that kind of famous rock star teenager, who thinks the world's revolves around yourself," she said in a cold tone and turned away from his stare, "The kind of person that believes that if he wants something, it has to happen or else the world would end. A person who believes he must have the most beautiful girlfriend and the biggest house you could find in Odaiba. In other words, you're altogether eccentric, selfish, a-and… undeserving to get any of those true attentions from your fans."

Sora said this quickly yet as each of her words pass through his ears, it was slow and hurtful. It was the first time anyone has ever told him that about himself, even though he was positive he was nothing like the wayshe has described him. Silence irrupted between the two, no one daring to make a move. After a few minutes of silence, the auburn girl slowly swept past him and trotted towards the schoolyard. As for Yamato…

He stood there, watching her depart… Just standing there.