A/n: Hope this update is quicker. I realize there was speculation of whether this story was Taiora or Sorato. The story is Sorato, but does contain Taiora throughout 1/3 of the story. As of right now it's a taiora/sorato triangle, but it will turn Sorato. So don't worry. And Tai won't be alone either, there is a girl for him. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. I forget that the reader's have no idea what this story will entail.

This chapter does include hints of Sorato. No Tai here, sorry. Pay close attention to how different it is between Sora and Yama, than with Sora and Tai.

As for the coffee house, picture it as Central Perk form Friends. Not mine.

Sweet-sorato: lol. Yes there is Taiora, don't worry hints of Sorato in this chapter, and read the above. That's sweet of you to say I don't write bad fics. Hopefully it'll always be that way. Sorry if I don't update quickly, but I'll try faster.

CWolf2: I really appreciate hearing that my story portrays life growing up well. Honestly, I do appreciate it, and I'm glad you find it excellent and wonderful. Hopefully I won't let you down.

Itachi: Just so you know, it is Sorato. Read the above.

Theladyknight: I always adore your reviews! Wow! I think you're the first person I've left speechless for a GOOD thing! Lol. J/k. I thought it was best to help get everyone caught up. However, I didn't plan it very, well with the Tai and Yama parts. I wasn't quite sure what you do to become a politician or an astronaut. Don't worry, you didn't read it wrong. The prologue takes place at the end of this whole story. Tai and Sora are currently boyfriend and girlfriend, but who says it's gonna last? Read the above.

Thank you greatly for your reviews. I truly appreciate them, and would to hear more of them.

R&r

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon.

Chapter 2 (Love Expert)

–Sora

Careful not to disturb him, I picked myself up from off his bed. I slipped on my clothes that were scattered on the wooden floor. While trying to put my pants back on, I almost tripped. Thankfully I hadn't, for fear that I would wake him. It was rather early, well for me, but I couldn't stir him from his sleep.

Gently, as if by instinct, I leaned downed and laid a kiss on his forehead whispering a soft goodbye. I closed his door, with as least noise I could possibly make, knowing how he hated to have the door open while asleep.

On the balls of my feet, I entered the kitchen. I opened a drawer, and took out a notepad and pen.

"Tai-

Sorry I left again. I'll be waiting for your call.

Sincerely, Sora

P.S. I love you."

Good enough. I'm sure he has grown tired with the same notes. I almost forgot to add the 'I love you.' But I couldn't leave him wondering, he was doubtful at times.

Grabbing my coat, I made my way towards the door.

"My keys." I whispered, now remembering my purse and keys.

I scanned the kitchen and living room, and spotted it on the couch. I grabbed it, and hastily took my keys.

"Shit." I muttered, at the sight of the fallen keys. The keys made a loud noise, and I was hoping he didn't hear it. Pausing, I didn't hear anything. This time, carefully, I picked up the keys and headed towards the door. Opening it and locking it successfully, I let out a sigh of relief.

"It's too early." I read the time on my cell phone–-6:47 a.m.

A good pick me up would be great right now. Coffee...

I got into my car, but didn't start it.

What am I doing? He must hate me. But it's not as though it's the first time

I've done this. This was like my fourth time, and our fourth time. He should be used to it by now...but still.

I can't help but feel bad for doing this to him, but I...I'm just not ready to–-

BEEP!

Somehow my elbow fell onto the steering wheel, honking the horn.

Brushing off my thoughts, I pulled down the mirror. My makeup smeared, hair tossed all over, and breath reeking of halitosis. I didn't want to, nor couldn't go out to get coffee looking like this. As though I had just woken up from hot sex... Which wouldn't exactly be a lie.

I wiped some makeup off, and reapplied some makeup, brushed my hair, and chewed some gum. A nice shower, and brushed teeth would be best, but I really needed some coffee.

Starting the engine, I drove to the perfect place to get my perk back up.

XxxxxxxxX

Half way to the coffee house, my phone began to ring. RING. RING. By the third ring I answered, already knowing who it was.

"Hello Tai." I said, but came out more of a yawn.

"Hey Sora. I'm guessing you're going to get some coffee to wake up?" It never amazed me at how well he knew me.

"Yeah, still a little sleepy." He was avoiding the subject. Was he mad at me for leaving? Upset? Tired of it?

A familiar silence filled our conversation. I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. Taking the initiative, I spoke up first.

"I'm sorry for leaving again." I said, my voice so hollow that I was scared of what he would think. I meant it when I said I was sorry, but lately it just didn't sound like it.

"It's alright Sora. It's just— Why do you keep leaving me in bed? This is like the fourth time, ever since we started getting...you know close."

A sigh escaped my dry lips. However, I don't think he heard it.

"I know...I'm sorry Tai. It's just that–-I don't know. I mean, well I just can't seem to stand to be in bed all day." It was the half truth, but I knew the rest would come out.

"You mean you always wake up at six in the morning, and leave home for coffee?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"No...I'm sorry. It's just a habit. I've always done that. I mean I've done it before I was with you."

He stayed silent for a moment, which scared me.

"Well, if it's a habit then you should try to break it."

"I'm trying..." I lied.

He let out a relentless sigh, and began to finish the conversation. Neither one of us wanted to fight. I, as well as Tai, were too scared to loose that friendship.

"I'm just glad you're okay. I-" He stopped, unable to complete his own sentence.

"You know I am, I left you a note. But thanks for calling anyways."

"Bye Sora...I love you."

"I love you too, bye Tai." The words coming out of old habit now, leaving me wondering about where we stand.

I finally made it to the coffee house. It wasn't as big as most places, but it meant not as many people too. They had good gourmet coffee, and snacks such as croissants and muffins. I guess I loved this place so much, because this was where we used to, and sometimes still do, kick back during our college days. 'We', being Yama, Tai, and I. Although Tai never really cared for the bitter taste of coffee, he used to work here during college.

For some odd reason, I felt someone's eyes on me. I got out of the car quickly, and turned around. However, there was noone watching me. I heard the front door of the coffee house click, but that was it.

You're losing your mind Takenouchi.

I realized how cold the air was, and searched my car for my scarf. I searched for almost five minutes, but to no avail.

"Must have left it at Tai's." I muttered to myself. Instead I took my hat, and put it on.

I shut the door, and fixed my coat. Hugging myself, I went into the coffee house. It was a little past seven, and the place looked rather busy. Although there were places to sit, the line was getting longer by the minute.

I sat down on a stool, waiting for the line to shorten a bit. I'm sure there were people rushing, already late for work or something of that matter, and I didn't want to keep them waiting. I had time. But how much time to wait was the question.

"Excuse me, miss?" I looked up to see a man with dark green eyes staring back at me. I noticed his attire, and realized he worked here.

"Yes?" He placed a cup of coffee, with extra whip cream and cinnamon topping it.

"Here you go. From the blond gentlemen sitting by that window." He pointed behind me, to a familiar man. Of course it was him. He winked at me. Taking his drink, he came up to sit next to me.

"A kind gesture, stranger." I started.

"Well, of course. As a stranger, I believe it's my duty to spread my kindness through gestures."

I let out a laugh, but he just grinned and sipped his drink.

"Seriously, thank you for the drink Yama."

"You're welcome Sora."

"How did you know I was coming here?"

"I think I got here just before you. I noticed your car. You came out, but then went back into your car."

"Oh, so what exactly did you tell that guy?"

"Well, I just ordered my drink. Then I ordered yours, and said 'give this to the red head of a goddess that comes in.'" I chuckled, and so did he. However, that didn't stop the blood rushing from my cheeks. I hid it well, as he didn't notice.

I finally took a sip of my coffee, and relished the taste.

"Mmm... my favorite. How did you know?" I didn't have to ask, but did anyway.

"Because, I'm your best friend. It's my duty to know these things."

"That's right, I almost forgot." I joked around with him. For some reason we always did that. We'd banter for awhile, and then just relish in each other's company. Much different that how it was with Tai and I...

"So, what brings you here? I thought you were still at Tai's..."

"I was. I just left actually."

His face distorted a bit, but instantly turned back to normal.

"He told me about that. How you leave every time you guys sleep together." The last sentence said almost as soft as a whisper.

I blushed lightly. It felt uncomfortable talking about these kinds of things with Yama...yet alone anyone. It could be worse, though. I could be talking to my mother about this.

I shrugged like it was nothing, trying my best to keep my facade. He stayed silent. He was waiting for my reply, and wouldn't talk again until did.

"It's just a habit. An awful habit, leaving the man you're sleeping with alone in bed wondering where his girlfriend went. Especially to Tai..."

"No it's not. We all have our little habits, some we're not proud of. I've had my fair share of bad habits." he didn't go one, and sipped his coffee again. He didn't want to dwell on that topic of his once bad habit, and I wasn't going to either.

"Still...I've known Tai my whole life. I don't want our friendship to be ruined by a habit." A sigh escaped my lips, and I too sipped my coffee.

"I won't ask why you do it, because I'm sure you probably don't even know. I'll just drop the subject." Yama smiled genuinely. He understood me too well.

Even if we all have our little habits, I really was ashamed for what I did.

I hated leaving him there, but I...I just couldn't stay there. Looking at him while he slept. I couldn't. The longest I stayed was up to fifteen minutes, and thoughts would just fill my head.

Is he the one?

Does he make me happy?

Am I happy?

Do I really love him?

"Sora?" I heard a baritone voice call out my name. Snapping back to reality, I saw sharp blue eyes staring back at me with concern.

"I'm sorry, Yama, what was it?"

"I was asking, 'Do you really love him?'" His question didn't really come to me as a shock. He really understood me.

What do I tell him. Yes, No...I don't even know.

"I...well...Yama promise you won't say anything. To anyone I mean." my voice was low, and I looked up at him. He stayed silent, keeping his cool demeanor. However, he looked different. Those cobalt eyes I've grown to adore now staring back at me harder than usual. His smile faded, and brows furrowed. He studied me, as I did him.

Slowly, almost barely, he nodded his head.

"I...I'm not quite sure if I love Tai. Please don't think that I'm leading him on or anything." I started. Then I asked myself, 'does it really matter what Yama thinks of me?'

Again he stayed silent, scaring me a bit.

I sipped my coffee, and broke away from his stare. The way he looked at me with those eyes, it just sent a sensation of shivers down my spine.

"I've always loved him as a friend, and at one point I really did love him. Maybe I do still, but now I've been wondering..."

I looked back at him, his stare still intent. Still, silence.

"If I really do love him, then how come I always leave. I've always done that with my other ex's. Well, the ones that I had potential relationships with. Soon enough they got tired of it, and just ended it with me," it seemed like a breakthrough, small, but still a breakthrough, "maybe I'm scared Tai doesn't love me, that he'll leave me."

Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.

I kept lying to myself and everyone else, and I could only hope Yama couldn't see through me. Sure I didn't know I if I truly loved Tai the way he wanted me to, but I knew few things. Things I didn't want anybody else to find out.

"Sora, that's silly. Tai loves you, and he's sincere about it." At first his voice boomed through my thoughts, but as he ended his sentence it grew hardly audible. I tried to lock my eyes with his, but to no avail. His eyes fell onto a window, as though the fresh snow falling was the most interesting thing in the world.

He was uncomfortable, why I don't know, and I was too. I decided to change the subject. What that subject may be, I didn't know yet. I scanned the coffee house for anything. Then I saw a middle aged couple, they looked like they were on a date.

The man had a dark brown eyes that matched his evenly dark hair. Sitting across from his date, he stroked her hand. He smiled, causing her to smile. She was rather beautiful, but to the man she must have looked sensational. Something seemed to twinkle in his eyes. Love. They were in love, and I somehow found myself smiling. I was engrossed in their gestures. Every little thing they did for each other fascinated me. Maybe there is hope for me, maybe I can learn to love someone like that. Or at least, be loved back like that.

She began to laugh, and dabbed the corner of her eye with her index finger. That's when I noticed her baby blue eyes that match so well with her blonde hair. They reminded me so much of Yama's. Lately, many people have.

I turned my gaze back at him. He seemed to have notice my attention was towards the couple, or at least away from him. He just put his cup down, and stared at the brown liquid inside.

"Yama?"

He looked up at me.

"Yes?"

"How are things going with your mother and-and..." he smirked, and finished my question.

"Gesshin?"

I nodded, and he began to chuckle.

"They're doing fine. Actually, I think they truly love each other. She's still fawning over him."

"How long have they been together now?"

"Almost a year now. They'll probably end up married soon." he joked lightly, but we both knew it was true.

"You're okay with that?" I wasn't quite sure how he would respond.

His eyes glazed over, as he thought about it.

"Truth be told, I am okay with this. I guess I'm just used to it by now. It has been almost a year. At first I was really angry with her. You remember, I would barely talk to anyone, even you, Tai, or T.K. Soon I learned to accept it, and now I'm actually happy for her. I guess it helps support the idea that you can always find love." he smiled, and smiled along with him.

This just reminded me of that couple. Would people think Yama and I were on a date. I brushed that idea, not wanting to worry myself with those thoughts.

"Really? You were so angry about your parent's divorce."

"I know, but I'm okay with it. If my mom's happier with this guy than she was with my dad, then I don't really mind. But I worry about how my dad's taking this. When he first learnt that they she was dating, he seemed pretty upset. And now that they're really serious, he barely talks to us. Working a lot you know."

"I'm sorry. He always was a workaholic. "

He had a wicked smile now.

"I know, but soon he'll retire. Then he'll have to choice but to stay at home."

"You know, you're father sounds like the jealous type."

"I guess that's where I get it from." He really was the jealous type. He broke up with most of his ex's because he was jealous. Either some guys kept checking them out, ex-boyfriends, or they cheated on him. It wasn't as thought he had so many girlfriends, but they were always short term girlfriends.

Would he really risk a relationship, because of some guy?

"I'm not really worried about T.K. either," he started, catching my attention again, "he doesn't really talk about it, but it doesn't seem to bother him."

"That's good. As long as she's happy, right?"

"Yeah, and in love. I'd hate for my mother to find false love again." No matter how much he may deny it, I know he's still sensitive about his parent's divorce. I suppose when you're at the tender age of seven, it hits you hard.

"I don't believe that what your parents had was false love. There's no such thing. Maybe at one point they were in love, but they just fell out of love."

He took in my words carefully, and grinned.

"You're right, there is no such thing. Of course you're right, you are the expert on love, no?"

"Since when was I the expert on love? I'm not even sure if I've ever been in love before."

"Sure you have, you love Tai. You've loved an exceptional couple of boyfriends. You love your mother, father, friends. You. Are. The. Love. Expert." He grinned in triumph, proving me wrong.

Was I really? Love. How many times have I thought about love since I woke up. One. Two. Three...I don't know. I guess I really am the expert on love.

"I love you too, Yama. As a one of my dearest, closest, oldest, best friends." I blushed lightly from what I said to him, but it was the half truth...

I noticed his reaction, and saw that his face began to redden. His eyes found their way to his coffee again.

"I love you too, Sora. You too are one of my dearest, closest, oldest, and best friends." His voice was low, which began to worry me. He looked up, and smiled at me. It was different the way he smiled at me, it was off...almost false. Then I noticed his eyes. They were clouded over like the night sky.

A silence fell between us. It wasn't quite as uncomfortable as before, but it was awkward.

I love you... Even if it was in a friendly way, hearing him say it, probably made my day. Or at least my morning.

"Done?" he asked, referring to my drink.

"Yeah."

"You want to go somewhere?"

"Where?"

"I don't know. How about the park. I could use a walk."

"A walk in the park. That's sounds good."

"Alright then. You know which one right?"

I nodded. We were now outside the coffee house, and he was walking me to my car. He opened the door for me, being the gentlemen he was.

"Yes. The one with the bench and sakura tree."

"Yup. I'll see you there then."

"Bye." I said, almost sad to see him go even if it was for a few minutes.

"Bye." he waved, and I think he sounded as sad as I was.

He closed the door, and headed towards his car.

I love you...

His words rang through my head. They hit me hard, and I'll cherish what he said, even if it wasn't the way I wanted it mean.

A/n: Sorry for having it late. Had a bit of writer's block, and when I did finish it I wasn't here to submit it.

R&r.