A/n: Sorry if this is a late update, but my computer caught a virus and I had to get it fixed, then I got sick. I was busy writing Luminaries, which I just updated.
I know this is late to say, but I hope everyone got The Notebook! I love that movie so much, especially the actors in it.
When Yamato refers to the Sora before the accident, he'll call her 'my Sora.' other wise, it's just Sora.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Thank you too all my reviewers, without you I wouldn't have a will to write this story.
Crazyamzy: I know it is easier to read dialogue, but I feel more comfortable going into detail. I just really like for the reader to see it how I see it, but I guess then you wouldn't need your imagination. I know that was really sad, but this is a pretty sad but heartwarming story...like The Notebook! I should be a personal advertiser for that movie. Well I guess this is pretty happy, because there's a flashback in there to help Sora.
Kuroi Black Nightingale: It definitely does get interesting, but maybe not so much right now. Later one the fic it gets much more interesting. I'm sorry, but I got confused. It's hot there, but it's 30 degrees? I'm not great with weather, but I don't think that's right.
Theladyknight: I had to add a little Tai humor in there, just to lighten the mood. I do own The Notebook, the book, the movie, and the follow up to it: The Wedding. Have you read it? It is a pretty good book, with a nice twist. I watched a bootlegged one too, my friend, which I don't understand how, didn't like that movie. Her cousin gave her the bootleg, and then she let me borrow it. It sucked because there were a couple parts where it was so blurry you couldn't tell what was what.
SoratoFan: Don't worry, there is Koumi, maybe not as much as you'd like but it's there.
Ch.3- Day One
I watched her gaze in awe at her temporary home. Her eyes that seemed so pure but hazy, lit up. We had just left the hospital, our friends visiting her, aware of the seriousness of the situation. I stood in the doorway while she stood a few feet in front of me.
"Yamato, this is your home?"
I nodded, and felt an urge to smile at her astonishment.
"It's really a wonderful place, I'm surprised to say the truth."
"Surprised, why?" I asked, approaching her.
"Well, a single father living with his three year old son. I thought maybe your home would be more messy. Not to mention your friend Taichi said your place was a pigsty. "
Without another thought, I smiled and almost laughed along with her.
"Well, usually it is, but I cleaned it up this morning. Taichi would have a messy home too, if not for his fiancé. And he is not just my friend, he's yours too. I advise you not to forget that, because he'd be pretty sad if you weren't his friend anymore."
Just as I thought the mood was about to brighten up, Sora didn't say anything to my response.
"Sora, is something wrong. Was it something I said?" My smile faltered, when I noticed that she didn't meet my gaze anymore.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't not your fault," Her eyes met mine again, and a saw a glimpse of the Sora I remember. She put the same sad smile Sora wore, always trying to ease my pain, "but, this is hard for me to grasp. I don't know who I am, and I have no idea who you are, but I have to trust you. I'm actually quite frightened."
I began to wonder why she was being so honest to me, but I suppose it's because she had to trust me.
"I guess, this is hard. But believe me, you can trust me. Even if you and are I divorced, I still care about you Sora." Everything I said was true, even though she didn't notice the hidden message in it. I still love you.
"Where are the children run off to?"
"They are probably in their rooms, I'll be right back. I'm just going to check up on them." I excused myself, and made my way with a heavy sigh.
Silence. There was no sound, which was odd and began scare me. I entered Naosuke's room, and found the two sitting on his bed.
I knew they were crushed. Their own mother didn't know their names, their age, and didn't even recognize them as her children. This was something that would scar them for life. I always tried to prevent anything from scarring them, whether it was a scratch on the knee, to when Sora and I divorced. I was lying to myself to think nothing could affect them.
I walked over to them, cautiously. Although they both noticed my presence, Naosuke was the only who looked up at me. Seeing his eyes in pain and on the verge of tears only brought back painful memories of Sora.
"Da-Da? Is Mama ever gonna know us again?" He said, his voice so fragile that I couldn't bare to answer him.
"I don't know Naos. Listen, I need to talk to the both of you." I knew I had Naos' full attention, but Shiko was otherwise. She was too much like me, which frightened me.
"Shiko..." Her blue eyes met mine, but came with a sullen look.
"I'm listening Daddy."
"I need you two to be gentle to your mother. Don't get mad or upset if she doesn't remember something about you or a memory. It's not her fault. She can't remember anything right now, and it's our duty to help her remember. You don't have to pretend to be happy, because I don't want you to. Even if she doesn't say it, your mother loves you and so do I. Promise me you'll still love us both once your mother gets her memory back."
"Of course Da-Da! We'll always love you!"
Shiko nodded in agreement.
"Why wouldn't we?" She asked. I shrugged, and gave them both hugs. The truth was I just wanted reassurance. I wanted to make sure we could still try and stay a family, even if we were a broken one.
I put on a movie for them, hoping it would distract them from their mother. I went back into the living room, but Sora wasn't there. I checked the kitchen, and she wasn't there either. Soon I began to worry, until I checked my room.
Sure enough, she was in there, and I wondered how I missed her. She stood in front of my dresser which was topped with framed pictures and a photo album. Sora eyed the pictures carefully, and picked up one. The picture in particular was one of my favorite ones.
"I see you've made yourself comfortable." I startled her, because she jumped and almost dropped the picture. This I found amusing.
"I'm sorry, it's just I didn't know you were there. So how are Yoshiko and Naosuke?" She asked casually, now accustomed to me.
"They're fine. They're watching The Lion King right now." (Don't own lion king.)
I walked closer to her, making it obvious I noticed the picture in her hand.She held it up, staring at it intently. I too begun to stare at, as she moved to the side to let me.
"Is...is this me, in the middle?" She pointed to the young girl in between two boys. She had auburn hair, cinnamon eyes gleaming, and a toothy grin. The boy to the left of her had blonde stylish hair, sharp blue eyes, and a smirk. The other boy had wild brown hair, and eyes to match, sharing the same grin as the girl.
"Yes, that's you. And the one on the right is Taichi, and the one on the left is me."
"We were so young." she smiled, as though she recalled that day. Maybe she had remembered.
"Do you remember any of this?"
"No. But it looks sort of familiar." I had to admit, I was let down at the fact that she didn't remember. I could tell she noticed, because she apologized instantly.
"It's alright. I guess it being familiar is a good sign."Much to her disappointment, I didn't smile.
"Is this picture special?"
"Yes. That was the summer you, me, and Tai all met and became friends."
"Really?" she asked with a hint of shock in her voice. I guess she didn't think we were all friends for so long.
"Well, actually you and Tai were already friends. You two knew each other since you were in diapers. Your parents were best friends. That was actually the summer I met you guys." I explained to her, and she nodded her head, understanding.
Every time I looked at that picture, I would always recall that day we all met. I would never forget it, and I knew I had to help her remember.
"Can you tell me about it?" her eyes met mine, and I gave her a genuine smile.
"Of course."
-Flashback-
The sun gave a brilliant light, it's rays hitting my back. It was the second day of summer camp. In all my eight years I never knew Japan to be so hot.
I dribbled the soccer ball around, trying my best to keep control of it. My team was losing by one point, 7 to 8.
"Go for the goal Matt!" my teammate shouted. I still had the ball, but then I saw a kid running towards me, about to get the ball. In one swift move, I kicked the ball as hard as I could.
I thought I made it in, but instead of cheering I heard yelling.
"Matt! You totally missed the goal!" I checked to see if he was right, and sure enough he was. The ball went flying in the air.
I ran for it, not wanting to see my teammates' angry faces. Then the ball hit a boy with lots of brown hair right in the head. The boy fell, and knocked over a girl with red hair, who had something in her hand.
I finally caught up to the ball, and I saw both of them sitting on the grass. The boy rubbed his head and yelled, "HEY! THAT JERK WILL PAY FOR THAT! THAT REALLY HURT!"
"My strawberry ice cream spilled." I looked at the girl, and she looked down at an ice cream cone on the grass, and the ice cream spilled on her shirt.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm not that great at soccer, and I guess I didn't look where I was aiming." I apologized, and then the boy finally looked up at me with an angry face.
"GRRR! NEXT TIME WATCH WHERE YOU AIM! AND IF YOU CAN'T PLAY SOCCER DON'T PLAY IT!" he yelled. That got me really mad, and if there's anything I know about me, it's that I have a short temper.
"Hey! I said I was sorry kid! I can play soccer! Maybe if you watch where you going, you wouldn't have gotten hit!" I shot back at him.
"Don't call me kid, the name's Taichi Kamiya jerk!"
"My name's not jerk, it's Yamato Ishida!"
He got up and came closer to me, trying to look tough. I puffed out my chest and gave him a scowl, warning him to back down. He didn't, and then he pushed me, so I pushed him.
The next thing I knew, he tackled me. We were rolling on the ground throwing punches. It was my first real fight, but I don't think anyone could tell. I brushed off the pain by punching him in the face, the stomach, the chest...anywhere I could.
"Stop! Stop fighting! It was just an accident Tai!" The girl yelled, but we didn't really listen. Then a couple of the counselors broke up the fight. They grabbed both of us, and then separated us.
We ended up in time out, both of us in the cafeteria. They took away our swimming time for a week, and we had to clean up the cafeteria and do the dishes for a week. On top of that, we had to spend the rest of camp alone in the same cabin. They wanted us to get along better. He sat two tables across from me, his back staring at me.
That red headed girl walked in quietly.
"Are you two okay?" I looked up at her, and took a good look. Concerned welled up in her crimson eyes. Her eyes were an odd color, but a nice odd. I got a warm, feeling from them.
"I'm fine Sor. But it was all his fault." he pointed at my direction, and I gave him another scowl.
"That's good, what about you Yamato?"
I only nodded, not quite sure what to make of her friendliness.
"You changed your shirt." Tai pointed out.
"I got my ice cream all over it."
Guilt struck me, and I felt really bad for spilling her ice cream. She frowned, and I got mad at myself for making her sad.
"I really am sorry for making you spill your ice cream. I promise to get you another one."
"That's okay, but I'll take that strawberry ice cream," she grinned and continued, "I hope you guys made up and become friends, because the counselor wanted me to make sure you guys did."
"Of course we made up, uh...Yamato and I are friends now." he lied, just trying to make her feel better.
"Well if you guys are such good friends, then you'll play soccer with us after your time out, right Yamato?" she pleaded, and I couldn't say no.
"Sure...but only if I'm not on Tai's team." I said. He shot a glare at me, and I shot one back.
"Nope, you guys are on the same team. Two on one, we can see if you can beat me!" she said with confidence.
We all came to an agreement, and I found out Tai can be an okay guy when we're not fighting.
End Flashback-
A pleasant smile was on her face once she heard the whole story. It really was a fond memory. Sora tucked a stubborn strand of red hair behind her ear.
"I think, I'm beginning to remember...It's very fuzzy, but I remember it was really hot that day, and that the ice cream was really good." I couldn't hold back my smile, she was recovering and I'll make sure she remembers everything again.
"I'm glad to hear that."
"This picture really helped, and so did you."
"I'm glad to hear that." I said again, and she looked amused by my responses.
"Daddy?" I heard Shiko say. Sora and I turned towards her direction. She was in the doorway with Naos right behind her. She took a quick glance towards her mother, but her eyes fell back on me.
"Yes?"
"We're hungy Da-Da." Naos answered, smiling at Sora. He really is too young to understand what's going on. When he's Shiko's age he'll probably forget this. Maybe, but then again this is a very traumatizing incident. Shiko was who I worried about.
"What happened to The Lion King?" I asked, as the two came closer to me.
"We got hungy." Naos said.
I chuckled lightly, and I could hear Sora laugh too. I looked her way, smiling and she smiled back. Her smile was different, I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was. It just wasn't the Sora I remember.
"Well, what would you two like for lunch?"
"Mmmm...pasta! You make the best pasta Daddy." Shiko was excited, which always happened when I made pasta.
"Mama, Yoshiko's favorite food is pasta. And you love it too, especially Da-da's pasta." Naosuke looked up at his mother expectantly. All eyes fell on Sora, and her smile was still worn.
"Well, I'm glad Yoshiko and I both love the same food. But I think it's your father's decision." those rubies I call eyes found their way on me.
I was silent for a moment. She was being like the old Sora again, putting on a face. Just a minute ago, she was scared and she showed it, and yet now she was smiling and laughing. She hid her real emotions, and that little fact made me happy. There's still some of my Sora in her.
"Daddy?" Shiko's voice broke my thoughts.
"Sure, if pasta's what you want, then pasta's what you'll get. But, you have to help me make it, and set the table."
"Okay Daddy. C'mon Naos, let's go wash our hands." She ran off with her brother, which left me with their mother again. An unpleasant silence filled the room.
"Do...do you think we can look through more pictures later?" she asked shyly.
"Of course we can, but I better go make dinner before the little ones start crying. I really am a good cook."
"And modest too, I can tell." she smiled, and it felt like I was meeting her all over again. Maybe this meant something.
The phone began to ring, and I didn't want to answer it. Sora suggested that I should, and I told her to go ahead to the kitchen. She did, following the sound of our children. I picked up the phone, and wasn't surprised by who was calling me.
"Hello."
"Yamato, I'm sorry." I heard him say, his voice crestfallen.
"It's alright Takeru. I'm guessing Kari told you."
"Is she alright? I mean, with living with you."
"She said she was a bit scared, but she seems fine now."
"That's good, and how are the kids taking this?"
"Naos doesn't really seem to understand, but he seems to be taking it well. But Shiko...well, she's like me."
"She's sad about it and quiet?" he said it more like a statement than a question.
"Yeah...I guess. She is talking, but hardly to Sora. I'm worried about her."
"Oh. And you? This must be hard for you."
"I admit, it is. I-I'm not quite sure what to do. She's my ex-wife and she's going to be living with me for god know's how long, and I have to help her get her memory back."
"You're not alone in this. I'll help her, and Kari will, and of course Tai, and everyone else. Not to mention her father."
"I know, it's just...I don't know."
"You still love her, I know." I wasn't at all shocked that he knew how I felt about her, he should know.
"But that's not Sora, at least not my Sora."
"You know, this does help you."
"I know, but I'm not going to lie to her."
"You don't have to. She fell for you for before, maybe she will again."
"Maybe, but she did divorce me. Even if she did fall for me again, she'll just fall right out again."
"Yamato, you're being too hard on yourself. Honestly, when you two got a divorce it surprised all of us. I mean, I thought you were joking."
"I was surprised too. I'd better go now, the kids are probably wondering what happened to me. Are you going to come visit her?"
"Yeah tomorrow, with Kari and I think Mimi wants to come?"
"What, no Koushiro? I thought they were happily married."
"He has work, but I think Tai might come with his fiancé."
I heard Noasuke call out my name, and I knew I had to wrap things up.
"I have to go now Takeru, bye."
"Goodbye Yamato, good luck." I hung up the phone and turned it off.
Making my way to the kitchen, I was greeted by a laughing Sora. She was playing with Naos, sitting on the chair. Then I noticed Shiko minding her own business, and taking out a pan. She worries me.
"Who called Da-Da?" Naos asked.
"It was your Uncle T.K." I said, referring to the name he likes kids to call him.
"Uncle? Is that my brother?" Sora asked, and the idea amused me somewhat.
"No, mine. Takeru, but T.K. for short. He wasn't at the hospital because he was at a breakfast meeting. His wife Kari was there. Tai's sister."
"Oh." That was all that she said, but I wasn't expecting much.
"Him and Kari are coming over tomorrow, along with Mimi. You remember her right, the brunette you met at the hospital."
"Yes, is her husband Koushiro coming too?" Her memory from after the accident was just fine, and I felt dumb for helping her remember who they were.
"No, he has work. Tai might come, and then you'll get to meet his fiancé."
"That sounds, nice. I can't wait." she said with such sweetness and politeness that I began to think she really was my Sora. A smile came upon her face, and at that moment I knew what I was going to do.
I'll make her fall in love with me again. Maybe when Sora gets her memory back, she'll remember the time when she was amnesiac. I could only hope, and hope that my Sora would come back to me soon. This was the second time I lost her, but I won't lose her again.
A/n: Done, finished it quicker than I thought. Had I finished Luminaries sooner, than this would have gotten out sooner too.
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