I'm What
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or the Princess Diaries.
A/N: Sorry this took a while to get out…I've got 2 weddings to go to this weekend, 40 pages to read in AP US History, relatives here, and a soccer game this weekend. But here's chapter 7 filled with plenty of soratoness…please review!
IzzyLovezMimi: Thanks!
Kat: Thank you for everything...don't worry it is 100 percent a Sorato fic. You'll have to wait and see about the whole Jacob thing...
Silent Stalker: School does get in the way doesn't it…we've had to watch Oprah in religion class before. It was kind of boring…
Yama-sama: Your wish will be granted…I had completely forgotten about the whole pop thing. You always seem to come up with something I forget! Thank you!
SoratoL.O.C.fan: The guy is pretty rich…
Blondie121147: I'm glad you realized it LoL!
Crazyamzy: Glad you liked the therapy session. I tried to think of a problem for everyone but was having a little trouble…does Yama like Sora, I don't know…hehehe…
Chapter 7: Of Heart to Hearts and Agreements
Thursday October 18My Room
Well, I think that went well. Mom and I just left Dad's hotel and everyone seems to be recovering in their own way from the news. I finally did it; I told my parents what decision I had come to. How did that happen…
I was at school, trying to figure out how I could get out without landing myself in detention. My first idea was to just casually bolt out the door in between classes, but someone would notice. Then I realized the obvious, go home sick! I'm stupid sometimes and completely miss the obvious choice. This time happens to be one of them.
The nurse finally came back into the room and I walked over to her. "I don't feel well. I think I'm going to throw up." I moaned, swaying back and forth and holding my stomach.
"Oh dear!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to take your temperature." SHIT! "She's going to know I'm faking it. I've gotta think of something fast! Think of Yamato! Think of sitting on Yamato's lap. Ooh, think of sitting on Yamato's lap, and Yamato without a shirt on! "Wow, you don't seem to have a temperature, but your face is just burning up. You'd better go home."
Yes! Damn, I knew Yamato was hot enough to make my face heat up. Hmm…Yamato without a shirt on, that's definitely not a bad image to think about.
"Just go down to the office and call your mother. I'll let one of the secretaries know you're coming."
"Thanks." I answered, slowly walking out the door. When I had turned the corner, I dashed to my locker to grab my crap and headed down to the office.
"The nurse already called me. Go ahead and call your mom." One of the secretaries said, motioning to the phone before going back to work at her desk.
I sighed. Okay, mom's at work, and I don't want to bother her. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out Antonio's number. I guess I can call him. As I reached to grab the phone, I heard my name.
I turned towards the door. "Yamato? What are you doing?" I whispered so the secretaries wouldn't hear me.
He grinned. "Fundamentals of speech class." That's right. This period Yama takes a class at one of the city's community colleges. "Though…I got a message earlier this morning that said the professor was away at his daughter's wedding—I've got the next two hours off. What are you doing?"
I coughed as the secretary looked over at me. "Line's busy." She smiled and went back to her work. "I don't feel well."
He grinned again. "Need a lift home?" My day just got a little brighter if possible.
"You don't have to…"
"Naw, I'd be happy to." I grinned before picking up the phone.
"Yeah, uh huh. Thanks, Mom. I'll meet you outside. Bye." I looked at the secretary. "Is it alright for me to wait outside for her, that way I get some fresh air?"
"Of course, dear. You just get well soon!"
I waved and walked out the door. "You are such a liar! You didn't even dial a number!" Yamato laughed, and I joined in knowing how true it was.
"Hey it got me outta school." I defended.
"So where to?" he asked as we reached his motorcycle! Damn, he's got everything! He's freaking hot, very smart, talented, and drives a Harley. (not mine!) What more is there to say? He's going to make some lady very lucky. How is it he has a sweet-ass car and a motorcycle…well, his parents are loaded but Yamato makes some nice money with his band.
I told him my father's address, and he let out a low whistle as he handed me a helmet. "My dad's staying there, and I need to talk to him and Mom. But Mom's at work…" Yamato held up a hand.
"Say no more. But could I interest you in some ice cream before you go, my treat."
"Ice cream sounds good…" I choked out. Ah, I get to go out with Yama; I bet he's just being nice, yet again.
He grinned his million-dollar smile at me before putting his helmet on and mountingthe bike. I climbed on behind him. "Hold on tight!" he shouted, starting it up. I wrapped my arms around his waist and could feel my face heating up again. But hello, sitting behind Yamato Ishida on a motorcycle does offer a good reason for blushing.
Five minutes later we pulled up in the parking lot of A and W (Not mine!) and discarded our helmets. "Here we are." I quite slowly unwrapped my arms so we could both climb off. We walked into the room and took a seat in one of the back booths.
"What can I get you?" a waitress asked.
"Two root beer floats?" Yamato asked looking at me. I nodded. The waitress wrote our order down and walked off. "So, for what reason were you faking sick to get out of the hell hole?"
I rested my hand on my head. "You know what we were talking about in the resource room, well, I've got to tell my parents my decision. And I couldn't wait for school to get out to do it."
"I'm not keeping you from that, am I?" Yamato asked looking very concerned.
My head shot up. "Of course, you're not!" I exclaimed. "It was really nice of you to take me here." I responded shyly.
"Like I said before, it's no problem at all! I like hanging out with you." He grinned, causing me to blush.
"Here's your floats." The waitress said. "That'll be 5.63." Yamato handed her the money, and she walked off.
"It's good to talk to you everyday. I miss those times when you were always over at our house babysitting Takeru. We had some good times." He said.
"Those were some good times. Do you remember when I was ten and ran away?" I asked as I took a sip of my float.
"How could I ever forget?" he chuckled. "Mom and Dad weren't home, and you came over crying about how your mom was going to ground you forever because you broke her lamp from France."
I blushed. "Dude, I was SO not crying!"
"Yes you were!" he insisted. "I remember it like it was yesterday. 'Yama, Keru, my mom is going to kill me. You've gotta help me!'" he said giving a sad imitation of my voice.
"What the hell! I so do not sound like that! You sounded like a cross between Taichi and Mimi!"
"Is that possible?" he asked, forgetting our other conversation for the time being.
That made me think. "Have you ever heard Mimi when she spots a pair of shoes she has to have and has to fight off a bunch of ladies for it?" He shook his head. "Well image this high-pitched I'm-gonna-scratch-your-face-off-with-my-nails-if-I-don't-get-that-pair-of-shoes scream mixed in with Taichi yelling about going two weeks without desserts. That's what you sounded like." I smirked.
Yamato glared at me, and the next thing I knew, he had flung some of his ice cream at my face. His face broke into a large grin as the ice cream dripped down my face. Picking up my spoonm I flung some ice cream back at him, hitting him in the hair. "Truce!" he shouted quickly, throwing a napkin on his hair. Yeah, this proves he is over obsessed about his baby, the hair. Though the results of his obsession make it something I and countless others don't mind looking at each and every day.
"Truce." I laughed, sticking out my hand, which he shook but didn't remove. So I didn't remove my hand either.
"Aww…they're so cute together!" one of the older waitresses said.
A little pudgy girl with a red face and pigtails looked over at us. "Mommy, is that what it's like to be in love? Cause if it is I want a guy just like him! Can I have that boy be my boyfriend, Mommy?"
"I think he's already taken honey." The mom answered while giving me a smile.
Yama and I looked at each other. Okay, that was a little weird. "No!" the girl screamed. "I want that boy to be my boyfriend. He's pretty!"
"Pretty?" I laughed, looking at Yamato. "Have you ever been called pretty before?"
"Thankfully no." he responded. "And I can't say I ever want to be called pretty again!"
"Mommy, can I go over and give the pretty boy a nice big kiss?" Yamato's face turned white.
He looked over at me. "You've gotta be freaking kidding me."
I smirked. "Aww, you're going to deny that adorable little girl the chance to kiss pretty boy?" I mocked him with the voice he had used on me earlier.
He glared as the mother and her daughter walked over to us. "Excuse me, I don't know if you were able to hear the things my daughter was saying…"
"We heard them." I answered smiling at her.
"Kiss me!" the girl demanded. Yamato shrunk back in his seat.
"Melinda, maybe you should ask this boy's girlfriend if you can kiss him." The little girl glared at me, and I could feel my face heat up. What am I supposed to do?
"Let me kiss him!" she yelled. I looked at Yamato for help. but he was giving me his puppy dog eyes. Oh no. No no no! Damn, how did I let myself get suckered into this? Wait, why am I complaining?
"Melinda, I don't want you to kiss my boyfriend. See he's my boyfriend, and I might get jealous of you. But you know what, I bet someday you'll find yourself the nicest boyfriend ever. Even better than pretty boy here." I motioned.
She looked as though she was about to cry. "Really?"
"Yeah." I answered smiling at her. "I bet he'll be the best guy in the whole world."
Melinda wiped away a tear. "Okay." Then she faced Yamato. "Kiss her then!"
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"Kiss her. I want to see you kiss her NOW!" she demanded. Yama and I looked at each other and knew we didn't have a choice. OH MY GOD, I GET TO KISS YAMATO ISHIDA! Yama leaned over the table and muttering a nearly inaudible sorry, captured my lips with his. The kiss was short but very sweet. My first kiss. I got my first kiss from Yamato Ishida. Gently his lips brushed across mine until he decided to pull away.
"Awww!" the crowd made up mostly of old ladies, young mothers, and their preschool age kids all murmured in unison.
"That was so romantic!" Melinda swooned holding her hand over her heart. "I hope my first kiss is exactly like that. Thanks Red and Pretty Boy!" The mom gave us a thankful smile, and they excited the room. All the rest of the customers and help finally decided to go back to their own business.
"Thank you so so much!" Yamato whispered, taking his hand off mine, moving it instead to my cheek. "You just saved my butt there; I am eternally grateful." He said, finally removing his hand.
"It's nothing." I managed. God, I'm glad there are no mirrors around here because I probably look really stupid with red hair and a very red face. Wow, Yamato Ishida just kissed me. Never in my dreams have I ever imagined he would kiss me. Okay, completely ignore that statement, that's a big lie. But something about it brought me out of me ecstasy. He had whispered sorry before kissing me. I knew there would never be anything between the two of us. He doesn't like me that way.
"Where were we before we were interrupted?" he wondered. "Oh yeah, so you came crying into my apartment, begging for our help and we, being the nice people we are, jumped at the chance to help you."
I rolled my eyes. "Funny, I don't seem to remember it that way…the whole crying thing I mean…but do carry on with your version. I want to see what other ways you alter it." I joked.
He smirked before answering, "Anyway, you, Takeru, and I hid in the shower, hoping your mom wouldn't think to look there. Well it turns out, your mom and my parents just happened to head back to my place after their card club. Everything was going fine until Takeru accidentally turned on the shower. God, I remember Dad's face perfectly, 'A girl in the shower, can't you at least wait until you're eighteen!'"
I laughed. "I was so embarrassed, and I didn't even know what it meant!" Yamato nodded. "We really got it from them."
"I'll say. After you left, Dad sat me down and gave me the whole sex talk." He laughed. "And yet Takeru, having not being involved in the situation, didn't get into any trouble at all. He looks way too damn innocent! Mom and Dad asked him if he was involved and he flat out lied. And they bought it up. How freaking pathetic is that!"
"What a great memory." I said as I finished my float.
"You said it." Yamato checked his watch. "Shit, it's already been half an hour. I'd better get you to your Dad's!"
"I never told him I was coming. He still thinks I'm in school." I answered as we walked out the door.
He handed me one of the helmets. "But you're sure I wasn't keeping you from going there? It sounds like you had something really important to tell him…"
"No it's fine!" I exclaimed. "Seriously, I have to go tell my family like the biggest decision of my life. You really helped me relax and remember what it's like to have fun and be a normal teen…that'll probably change after tomorrow." Shit!
"Huh?" Yamato said raising his eyebrow.
"It's nothing. Forget I said anything. We'd better go." Yamato looked at me, trying to figure out what's going on and what I was hiding. He finally gave up, climbed on the bike, and offered me his hand. "Thanks." I muttered but heard no response. I hope he's not mad at me.
Wrapping my arms around him, I unconsciously rested my head against his back. I wish I could tell you, Yama, I really do, but how would you react? No, even if I could tell someone, I wouldn't.
The bike pulled up to the hotel and Yama shut it off. "Here you are, miss." He said taking the helmet off my head and putting it away. "Good luck with the family, Sor." He took his helmet off as well so we could talk.
"Yama, I hope you aren't mad at me." I whispered.
He put a hand on my shoulder. "Why would I be mad at you? Of course I wish you could tell me what's up, but I respect that you're sworn to secrecy. I'm not going to be mad at you for a stupid reason like that!" My heart melted again. Damn it, he's too sweet. "That's the kind of thing you women do for what reason I do not know."
"Ishida, you'd better stop while you're ahead." I warned. He gave me his puppy dog eyes again. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you gave me that look?"
"Yeah, good old Melinda. Hope we never run into her again." I nodded. "Well go ahead and go in. Tell your Dad what you've decided." As an afterthought Yama added, "I'd like to meet him someday. He sounds like a good guy."
"He is." I bit my lower lip before, with my heart beating rapidly, reached up and gave the blond a hug. "I think he'd like you. Thanks for driving me here, Yama, and everything else."
He wrapped his arms around me, returning the hug, and brushed his lips against my ear. "Anytime, Sor. I don't let just anyone ride this baby with me. But you happen to be one of the select few. See you tomorrow!"
Blushing heavily, I let go and waved as he put the helmet on and roared off. "Hello again!" called the doorman. "Care for another picture?"
"Maybe some other time!" I brushed him off. "I've got to go." I hurried inside as fast as my legs could carry me. Another confrontation with that loser is not wanted. For Yamato, hell yeah I could spare a minute, or thirty, but for that annoying dude, nada.
"Where do you think you're going?" a snotty voice snarled.
I so do not want to put up with this now either. "Look, lady, don't I have free passage to visit my dad?"
The manager jumped. "Oh, it's you…of…of course! Go right ahead!"
Rolling my eyes, I jumped into the elevator and headed up to the highest floor. I tapped my foot impatiently as the elevator finally reached my destination. The door opened, and I walked into a big obstruction. "Yo, what's up?"
"Antonio!" he muttered. "Me llamo Antonio!" (My name is Antonio!)
"Whatever. What are you doing here?"
He put a finger to his lips. I went to protest, but he turned around and pressed his finger harder against his lips. Now, let me be the first to say when a two hundred and fifty pound Latino man with large pipes who happens to be a trained bodyguard tells you to be quiet, the choice is pretty obvious.
We approached my father's suite and Antonio knocked on the door. "Su hija, Rey Olivarez." (Your daughter, King Olivarez.)
"Sora!" he exclaimed, and I could tell by the tone of his voice that I was in for it. But the question is what he's going to yell at me for. "First off, why are you here, and secondly, why did you arrive here on the back of a motorcycle with some blond man!"
Wait…"Were you spying on me?"
"Of course not, hija! Antonio and I heard the roar of a motorcycle and looked out the window to see you getting off and hugging the boy."
"Okay, don't jump to conclusions, papá" I yelled. "He's not my secret lover or anything. I needed to talk to you as soon as possible, and Yamato offered me a ride."
"How long have you been dating this Yamato boy, and why was I not informed!"
"I'm not dating anyone! He's a friend of mine! A friend who happens to be a guy! I was at school and about to call Antonio to have him pick me up when Yamato saw me and offered me a ride!"
"So he was skipping out on class too?"
Oh my God! MEN! "He attends a college level class during that period. The professor was gone so he had the class off. He was just being nice, papá"
"I do not trust someone who drives a motorcycle!" he yelled. "And how old is he?"
"Yamato is eighteen." Whoops, that was a mistake to say. Dad was about to go on another rampage so I shouted, "He's eighteen, treasurer of the senior class, ranked third out of one hundred and ninety students…" This is easy, name Yama's good qualities. "…lead singer of a band, older brother, do you get the point?"
Dad's ears were bright red. "Does your mother know you're ridding around with this boy?" he just won't give up!
"Mom is friends with Yama! I used to babysit his brother."
"But does she know you're HUGGING him?" his resolve was weakening, but he still forced himself on.
I groaned. "Pap�, it was a friendly hug, nothing more. Yama is just a friend. There is nothing going on between the two of us. I would bet you a month's allowance that nothing ever does happen between us. And besides, won't I have to hug the children of Prince Phillipe's Isle and bond with the people?"
Dad was ready to interrupt but stopped me. "Sora, do you mean you're going to accept the throne?"
I nodded. "I would like to talk it over with you and Mom but, yes, that is what I have decided."
Dad completely forgot about his whole Yamato rant. "Oh, hija, I'm so happy!" he answered wrapping me in a hug. "Antonio, call Toshiko, por favor!"
"Sí, Rey Olivarez." Antonio bowed before picking up a phone. Dad and I made small talk as Antonio instructed Mom what to do and where to meet us.
To make a long story short, for the next three hours Mom, Dad, and I debated my choice and negotiated the terms of the agreement.
The majority of details are pretty unimportant but we did agree that 1) I would spend parts of the year with both Mom and Dad; 2) I would attend all major PPI functions including the 500th birthday bash and 3) I would take princess lessons with Grams.
That last term kind of scares me. I really am afraid of what Grandma has in store. I'll wait to see what develops.
Friday October 19
Spanish II
Copy of the Takenouchi-Olivarez Agreement
I, Sora Isabel Anamaría Takenouchi Olivarez, here in writing agree to fulfill all the duties of Crown Princess of Prince Phillipe's Isle. By coming to terms with this agreement, I, the undersigned, officially accept the role of queen upon the fifieth birthday of my father, King Santo Ricardo Haruhiko Olivarez. This agreement, formed on the 18 of October comes into effect immediately.
I, Santo Ricardo Haruhiko Olivarez, King of Prince Phillipe's Isle, here in writing officially recognize my daughter, Sora Isabel Anamaría Takenouchi Olivarez, as sole heir to the throne of my country. By accepting the terms of this agreement, upon my departure from the throne, my daughter will fulfill the role as queen of the Isle. This agreement, formed on the 18 of October comes into effect immediately.
So that's it. Officially now I'm Sora Anamaría Takenouchi Olivarez, Crown Princess of Prince Phillipe's Isle. I wonder how I have to sign my name from now on…
A/N: Thoughts? Please review. I'll update when I get a chance!