The Game of Life
By theladyknight
A/N: I finally have the Internet again at my house and now it's acting up again! At least I got this chapter posted. Read and Review!
Sapphire Dragons: Here's the next chapter! It would be cool to do something like this in school as long as I ended up with adecent guy! Glad you like it!
Cris: Thanks!
Yume-dream: Meatball just seemed like the perfect description of Taichi though I don't know why…
Tehee: They are alone this chapter!
Takari809: Glad you like it!
Kat: Your wish will be granted in this chapter!
Karone-sakura: Thank you!
Aino Yuy aka Usagi-Hater: My sophomore English teacher was afraid of clowns and I thought it'd be funny to put in. I completely got what you were saying about the whole Mimi deal, both the first time and last review I just have a way of messing up what I want to say when I write it…heh…
Xymi Angel Ghost: No games this chapter but plenty of sorato!
Ms. Unknown: Clowns, you gotta love them…or hate them…one of the two!
Inconnu: Thanks for all the reviews! You run into doorframes? I run into tables and chairs! I'm fine until I round a corner and end up hitting a table or chair and end up with a stubbed toe or bruise!
Crazyamzy: Mimi would consider shopping a sport…
Chapter 4: Family Time
Don't you just hate it when after a fun class period or two your teacher just has to go and spoil it with a really dull one? Thursday was spent watching our classmates complete the Newlywed Game, though no one beat the score Takeru and Hikari had set.
Want to hear something surprising: Yama and I finished with the second highest total. Okay, so we're best friends, but it's not like our conversations each weekend revolve around what kind of food we think each other is.
Maybe there's something more we have yet to discover about our relationship. Maybe, just maybe, this game actually going to show Yama and me that; well, that is if there's something more there. What if Hikari was right when she said this game would show Yama andme what we've supposedly been missing?
I certainly have been thinking a lot about my blond-haired best friend since this class project began. But, seriously, how could I not! Yamato is so sweet in every possible way imaginable. I love his obvious flirting, his perfect manners, the way he always seems to leave me breathless…oh my God, could I be falling for my best friend or worse, could I have fallen a while a go and not realized it?
"Anybody in there? I know this movie is gay, but I never thought I would see the day you fell asleep in class." A voice whispered in my ear, causing my cheeks to heat up and butterflies to gather in my stomach.
"Sorry, Yama. I was just thinking about some things." Like you…
He chuckled lightly so Ms. Greene wouldn't notice we were talking through the filmstrip we were currently watching. "Why did she choose this for us to do today? She usually is full of such good ideas."
"I know." I responded. "Maybe she's got…"
"Mr. Ishida, Mrs. Ishida, as flattered as I am that you approve of my teaching methods, I would rather have you pay attention to the filmstrip and continue your conversation later." Ms. Greene whispered in our ears.
Yama and I both nodded and out of the corner of my eye, I caught the blond blushing. I wonder why. My cheeks were stained red still from the name Ms. Greene had called me. Mrs. Ishida, wow, I get goose bumps every time someone calls me that.
I faced straight ahead, turning my attention back to the boring movie. Today, the last day of the week, found us watching an old filmstrip that had to have been made in the 1980's. This film was all about selecting a residence, figuring out your basic needs, managing money, and starting a family with "the one you'll love forever more." What a corny piece of crap!
Ms. Greene had explained that today's lesson plan was going to have a more down to earth vibe than the past few had. "It's only to cover some areas you all will need to be concerned about. Take some notes over the film because they'll be helpful when you receive your assignment. We'll continue with the more fun lessons next week." She had said as we all walked into class.
In addition to the change of lessons, there was also a change in our room's arrangement. No longer were there the desks in rows, rather they were lined up in pairs of two, stretching all around the room. These were our houses inside of school, at least. For today, there was no seating chart so to speak, other than with our spouse. Next week we would officially move in to our "neighborhoods" and meet the neighbors. I really wonder where Ms. Greene comes up with this stuff.
I looked down at my blank piece of paper realizing I should probably take a few notes. Who knew what kind of assignment she would hand out. Surprisingly, my paper was not blank anymore. I glanced at Yamato's smiling face before focusing back on the paper.
So, Mrs. Ishida, what crazy assignment do you suppose she'll spring on us today?
He always refers to me as that though I can't say I really mind…(A/N: What Yama writes is in italics, what Sora writes is in bold type, and her regular narration is in normal font)
I don't know Mr. Ishida, what do you think? And what's with these formalities? Mrs. Ishida?
Yamato smiled at me. Hopefully something interesting and creative that requires us to work together again…as to the name, I just like the sound of it. Sora Ishida, it's got a ring…
My heart has officially melted. That has got to be the sweetest thing he has ever said…
Sora Ishida…I guess it doesn't sound too bad.
You guess, I think it sounds awesome! Definitely much better than Sora Yagami or Sora Izumi. Yes, by far Sora Ishida is the best.
If you insist, Yamato Ishida. And what do you think of the others names?
Hmm…Mimi Yagami, wow, that's just screwed up. Gwen Izumi, nah…that doesn't work either. Hikari Takaishi, well that doesn't sound horrible but nothing beats Sora Ishida!
Damn bad habit of blushing…
FLIRT!
I take that as a compliment!
You would…
But is it working?
What?
My flirting?
Hell yeah…but I'm not going to say that!
Maybe…
Yamato gaped at me, and I gave him a coy smile. Teasing him is so much fun! The lights flickered on before Yama could answer my last response.
"Okay, class that's it for today. Your assignment for this weekend is to get together with your spouse and plot out just what the movie was talking about: your needs, your wants, your budget, what your plans for the future are, the works. Also, most importantly, you must go through the classified ads in the paper and settle on a house or apartment the two of you will "buy". Remember you're going to have to make the best possible choice for your families, meaning children as well."
"Before the bell rings I'm going to hand out some worksheets that will help guide you. Refer to your notes, which you should have been taking," her eyes flashed in the direction of Yama and me, "for anything else. Also I will have some newspapers filled with house and apartment listings as well as ads for other necessities or wants. Make sure you get this assignment done! This information is very important for a few of the future things we will be doing."
Mimi raised her hand. "You mean I have to spend time with him this weekend? I have other plans?" she exclaimed, pointing at Taichi.
"Well, excuse me!" Taichi yelled back. "Do you really think I want to spend anymore time with this crazy pink-obsessed woman?"
"Is divorce an option?" Mimi pleaded.
Taichi nodded. "For once I agree with the crazy lady. Please, let us get a divorce! I'll even let her take the Ferrari!" (Not mine!)
Mimi turned towards him. "Ferrari…no we're going to have a pink BMW Beatle." (Not mine either!)
"What the hell!" Taichi responded completely ignoring the coughing fit Ms. Greene had broken into. "Everything with you is pink! Pink this! Pink that! 'Oh, Taichi, can our mailbox be pink?' Koushiro how do you put up her? Is there some kind of secret that I should know?"
All the guys snickered and turned to face the boy genius. "Yes Koushiro, do tell. What is the secret that we call women?" Takeru asked.
Koushiro glared at him and then back to Taichi. "You just have to understand a woman. Obviously, Taichi, you don't understand Mimi that well."
"Obviously." Tai responded, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can't tell me that's it, Koushiro."
The redheaded boy tugged lightly at his collar. "Um, well, you see…the secret about women is…um…" The bell rang. "Whoops! I've got to go to physical education, no time to spare, man I just love that class. I hear we're running the mile today! See you all later!" Koushiro sprinted out the room.
Yama turned to me and smirked. "I have a strong feeling by the end of next period Koushiro's not going to be "loving" PE."
"That's true." I responded as we walked out of class. "So when are we going to work on our project?"
"Tonight? My place? 7:00?" Yamato asked.
"Aww…I never get to see Sora anymore. Why do you get to hog her, Yamato?" Taichi asked coming up behind us with Mimi following behind.
"She's my partner dumb ass."
"So, Mimi's my partner, but I don't spend all the time with her." Taichi pointed out.
Yama and I both laughed. "Did you not hear your own rant in class?" I asked.
Taichi flushed. "I'm offended by that comment, Sora."
I rolled my eyes. "Taichi, the reason your and Mimi's "marital life" is headed for a failing grade is because you two lack communication. Try talking and listening to each other before laughing at the other's ideas." Yama said and then leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Though between the two of them, there are plenty of laughable ideas."
Smirking, I nodded in agreement. That was definitely true. "And your relationship with Sora is peachy keen?" Mimi questioned.
"Of course." Yama boasted. "Our relationship is perfect!"
"Yeah, probably because this whole marriage thing means your feelings for each other are finally coming out into the open." Taichi replied.
"What?" Yamato and I asked in unison, glancing at each other. What is he going on about? The others couldn't possibly know what's been going on inside my head.
Mimi clamped a hand over her husband's mouth. "Ignore him. We'll try that whole talk and listen thing. Who knows, maybe it'll work. Talk to you two later!" she exclaimed, dragging Taichi away.
Yama and I started towards our next class. "Okay, that was a little odd." I began.
"You're telling me." He chuckled. "Our best friend has gotten hit on the head one too many times with a soccer ball."
"Uh huh." I replied. "Oh, and to your other questions: yes, yes, and yes."
The blond smiled at me as we walked into our next class. "It's a date then…"
Walking up to Yamato's apartment, I felt my nerves kick in. Okay, why should this be different than any other time? I go over to Yama's place all the time, and we're alone all the time. Why am I getting so nervous and excited?
"Hey." He answered, opening the door and gesturing for me to come in. I let out a laugh.
"What's with this?" I asked, fingering the frilling pink apron that adorned him.
Yamato blushed. "I was just putting the finishing touches on supper."
"Ooh, what are we having? It smells good!"
Yamato chuckled and shut the door. "You'll just have to wait and see." The next thing I knew, his hands covered my eyes.
"Now that's uncalled for." I pouted.
"Come now," he whispered, brushing his lips against my ear, "don't you want to be surprised?"
My cheeks began to grow warm from the contact. "No."
"But I want to surprise you." He responded, slowly leading me into the kitchen so I wouldn't bump into anything.
"Yama…" I began but he silenced me.
"Here we go…" I felt his hands unhurriedly leave my eyes and gasped at the sight in front of me.
"Oh my God, you made this all for me?"
He smiled. "In celebration of our first successful week of husband and wife. And the fact that you managed to snag us the best prize." I had completely forgotten about that. Ms. Greene had Mimi, Hikari, and I go up to the front of the classroom at the beginning of class and select a colored pen out of a sack. Each pen represented a different prize, a monetary unit actually. Mimi picked a green pen, resulting in $800, Hikari took the pink pen, which was worth $700, and I chose the red pen, worth $1000. Ms. Greene told us this money was to be used with our assignment tonight. I understand what it's for now.
I sat down across from Yamato and could feel my mouth begin to water. Yum! He had cooked my favorite foods and had all sorts of things out for us to eat. "This is so awesome! Thank you, Yama!"
"No problem. Now start eating before all my hard work goes to waste!" he exclaimed.
I don't know how to describe the meal other than fantastic. Maybe Yamato should have gotten the profession of chef instead of Mimi. God, he's going to make some woman very lucky. He's hot, sweet, talented, and can cook! What more do you want in a man?
When we had finished, we spent a good hour cleaning up after the mess we made. It wouldn't have taken so long, had we not have gotten into a little bit of a food fight halfway through. For the record, it was all Yama's fault! He threw the spaghetti sauce at me; what was I supposed to do, let him get away with it? Basically in the end we were both incredibly wet, and full of sauces, puddings, ketchup, mustard, chocolate syrup and a bunch of other foods. Nonetheless, we did get the mess cleaned up and could begin our homework.
"Wow, do you really want me to sit down on your furniture wearing this?" I asked, looking down at my…colorful…outfit.
Yama grinned. "I'll get you something to wear. Come with me."
We walked into his room and he opened one of his dresser drawers, laughing as he pulled out some clothes. "Everything I have is going to be quite big on you."
"It's no biggie." I answered. "Anything will work."
He snapped his fingers. "I've got an idea." Yamato picked up a dark black shirt with a silver wolf paw and the letters TTW on the front. My mouth nearly dropped to the ground. It was his band's trademark t-shirt that they only wore for big events. "This should fit."
"But…" I began helplessly. Yama about flipped every time Taichi, Takeru, or any of our friends touched the shirt, yet here he was offering it to me.
He chuckled. "Go on. I'll leave so you can change." Before he left, he pulled out a pair of white sweatpants.
As the door shut, I could only stare at the clothes. Get a hold of yourself, Takenouchi! I've worn Yama's clothes before. Why am I acting so giddy and flustered now!
"Sor, what's taking so long? Geez, women!" Yamato's comment came from outside the door.
Finally I regained my composure and changed into the clothes. The pants were nice and warm though big on me. Rolling them up around the waist, I pulled my shirt off and put his on. Breathing in his wonderful cologne, I walked over to the door and pulled it open as quietly as I could. I saw Yamato's back to me. Perfect…
"What the hell!" he exclaimed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped onto his back.
"Carry me." I answered. He leaned back so I would begin to fall off. I smirked. "You wouldn't dare drop me!"
Yama mock glared at me before wrapping his arms around my legs. "You're right; I wouldn't." He carried me into the living room to where I had left all the stuff Ms. Greene handed out. "Here you are, miss." Yama let me off then sat down on top of me.
"Get off!" I shrieked beginning to laugh. "You're going to crush me!"
"Sor, why would I do something like that?"
"Because you're fat!"
He pouted but got off me, instead lying down on the couch with his head in my lap, looking directly up at me. "I am not fat."
Looking into his blue orbs, I turned away blushing. "No, you're not fat."
"I know." He boasted. "I'm perfect."
"Perfect my ass!" I replied.
Yamato frowned. "Name one flaw!"
Shit. "Um…uh…" I began stuttering. Yama flashed me his killer grin. Oh God, what can I say? I can't think of anything obvious right now. There's plenty of things he does problems with, just like all other humans. None of us are perfect. But why is it right now I can't think of a single thing? His gorgeous persona is blinding all my rational thought.
"I'm waiting…" he trailed off.
"Well…it's, uh…um…you're full of yourself!" I finally said though I was having quite a hard time believing it. The only time he does that is during his obvious flirting, not that I really mind though.
"If you say so, Sor."
"Yes I say so, Yamato." I paused. "Shouldn't we get started?"
"Do we have to?"
I laughed. "You sound like Taichi!"
"No I don't! I'm perfectly happy with our marriage. No complaints!"
"Yama, come on. We need to get working. It's already 8:30."
"Do you have to be home at a certain time?"
I shook my head. "No, Mom's hosting this dinner party for some of her friends and told me not to come home for awhile."
"Well, good. I guess that means we don't have to get started yet!" Yama replied happily.
I rolled my eyes. "Yama, I'm serious!"
"So am I!" he chuckled. "Come on, Sor, if we don't finish tonight then we can just work on it tomorrow night."
Knowing I wouldn't be able to change his mind and very happy about the prospect of spending another night with the blond, I finally gave in. "All right, but we've got to get at least some of it done tonight."
Yama groaned. "Fine." He rolled over and grabbed the first of three sheets. "We'll do this one tonight and the other two tomorrow. Then we can watch Meet the Parents." (Not mine!)
"We've watched that movie like a hundred times!"
Yama grinned. "So? I could never get sick of watching it! Besides Meet the Fockers (Not mine either!) comes out soon!" I sighed in defeat. "I knew you'd agree! Okay, here's what the sheet says. Imagine, ooh, this'll be easy! Imagine you and your wife are ready to start on this journey we like to call married life. What is your house like? What kinds of things do you want at your residence? How many children do you want?"
"That's it?"
"Looks that way! I chose a good worksheet!" I rolled my eyes. "Okay, we are going to live in a nice big house on the outskirts of town. We're going to have a large tennis court overlooking a pool and beautiful lawn. Inside, there's going to be lots of rooms…"
"…and there are going to be bright vibrant colors in each room. There will be all the necessities, plus a large screen plasma TV, DVD player, computer, and all sorts of other things." I added.
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Two kids." We both said in unison. He grinned up at me and I felt myself blush again. Is he like reading my mind? Everything he said has been something I've agreed with!
"One boy and one girl. The girl is going to have your knockout body but my hair and eye colors. The boy is going to have my charm but your hair and eye color."
"That sounds good." I answered as my cheeks turned a fresh shade of red.
He grinned again. "And I'm going to build a room for you so you build your designing empire out of the home so you'll never be far away from the kids and me."
"Yama, that's so nice!" I gushed. "You'd do that?"
"Of course." He replied giving my hand a kiss. "Now come on, we've answered all the questions on here. Now can we watch the movie?"
I laughed. "Now we can watch the movie…"
Nearly an hour later, by the end of the movie, my head was resting against Yama's chest and eyes were beginning to shut. We were now both sitting on the couch and the lights were off. "Sora," he whispered in my ear.
"What?" I yawned.
"Don't go to sleep…"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not going to carry you home!" He reached over and began tickling my sides, causing me to fully wake up.
"Yama, no!" I laughed as he tickled me harder, knowing the places I was most ticklish. "Yama!"
By now our positions on the couch had definitely shifted. I had slumped down to my back and Yama was perched above me. We were both laughing hard and suddenly the blond lost his balance, bringing him down on top of me. We stopped our laughing and my heart began beating faster.
Yama's eyes connected with mine and slowly our lips met, meeting in the middle, neither of us knowing who had started the kiss. Lightly our lips brushed each other's until he kissed me harder and hungrier. I had lost all sense and though my conscious told me to stop, I did no such thing. I kissed him back with as much force, wrapping my arms around his neck for support and playing with his hair. I let out a gasp as his tongue brushed against my lips, and I let it in.
The kissing continued to grow in passion as neither of us let go, instead kissing each otherharder. Yamato ran his hands through my hair and then trailed his hand down to my cheek. I realized we both needed a breath of air and finally managed to control myself. Our kisses began to die down, and slowly they came to an end. We pulled apart, each breathing heavily and blushing quite noticeably.
Yama looked up at me. "How did that happen?"
"I don't know." I whispered back.
"I don't know either. Do you regret it?"
Pausing I looked up into his eyes. "N..no." I managed.
He smiled. "I don't either. But let's not mention this to anyone, okay?" I nodded. "Let's finish the movie. You were a good pillow."
We both laughed, and he got off me so we could sit back up. I rested my head against him again...hoping it wouldn't be too awkward...and turned my attention back to the movie though something lurked in my mind. If he didn't mind the kiss and I didn't mind it, could there be something more we have just discovered?…
A/N: Let me know what you think! Please review and a big thank you to everyone who does!