I'm What?
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: Digmon is not mine!
A/N: I'm getting into an odd habit of updating on holidays…oh well, here's chapter 12. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far…you've given me a lot to be thankful for this holiday…please r&r and enjoy!
My Name is R.C.: I would love it if you'd help out with the translations. I was using an online translator for the things I didn't know and what it was giving me didn't always make sense to me. Hopefully you can help. Either e-mail me, click on the link to my profile page to get it, or you can leave your address in the review! Glad you liked last chapter. Daisuke's outfit came from the outfits a couple of the senior guys at my school wore for one of our theme day's during homecoming week—African Safari Day. It just seemed like something he would wear…lol…
Saori The Wind Goddess: Aww, thanks! Glad you like it!
Banana Flavored Eskimo: Thanks! And I definitely look forward to the next installment of your fic -wink wink-
Midnight-mystic-dragon: Wow, thanks for all the nice words!
Kat: No, I didn't have a costume…I took my niece out trick-or-treating…
Placid Snowflake: I liked the whole tight pants thing too…lol!
Antler: Thanks…I'm always trying to throw in a few twists…
Kay: The wait is over!
Sorato4eva: What's with you and screaming? J/K! Yeah, the clothes and jewelry Sora wore were authentic…she looked like a real princess…
Crazyamzy: Unfortunately, her perfect life is going to go a little downhill…
Mizuki wa Kataomoi: Yeah, I don't know why I put Ken as Batman. It went with Miyako's costume so I decided to go with it!
Sapphire Dragons: You'd think he'd get a clue and tell her!
Chapter 12: Of Spilled Secrets Part 1
Sunday November 3
My Room
I really hate it when you have one of those days that sucks then is decent and then incredibly horrible. That's exactly what today was like…
After spending all day yesterday helping mom clean—yuck!—the apartment, the only thing I wanted to do was get some sleep. I wanted to be refreshed and ready for my guitar lesson with Yamato, but it didn't happen this way.
"Sora, phone's for you." Mom sounded cranky. Rolling out of bed, I glanced at the clock. No wonder, it's 6:30 in the morning. Who calls at this time?
"Hello." I mumbled through a yawn.
"So how did the party go?"
"Grams, it's 6:30. Why are you calling now?"
"That is one of the reasons I'm calling, Sora. The other is because I wanted to tell you we're having lessons this morning. Shall I send Antonio in fifteen minutes?"
"¿Quince minutos¿A las siete menos cuarto?" (Fifteen minutes? At 6:45?) Great, now I'm the one switching in between languages.
Grams sighed. "According to my clock, that is correct. We have a lot to cover because you missed Friday's lesson."
I have to make up that lesson? Why? "But Grams…"
"No buts, Sora. I'm sending Antonio, and you had better be ready!" The next thing I heard was a click.
She hung up on me!
Knowing I had no choice, I grabbed my robe and clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
The five minute shower felt refreshing though short. I changed my clothes and brushed my teeth with time to spare. The minute I left the room, Mom rushed in, nearly knocking me over in the process.
I heard the flush of the toilet and saw Mom come back out looking a little green.
"Did you just?" She meekly nodded. "Mom, are you okay? You don't look too well."
"I'm not sure." Came her response.
"I have to go to princess lessons with Grams, but if you need me, please call." She smiled and kissed my cheek before I walked out the door.
"Holá, señorita. ¿Como estás?" (How are you?)
"Estoy muy cansada." (I'm very tired.)
"Yo tambien." (Me too.) "Let's go. We don't want to keep the woman waiting." He mumbled sarcastically.
I nearly fell asleep on the ride there. Lessons at 6:45 are not the ideal way to start a morning. Antonio pulled up at the hotel and parked the limo. We lethargically climbed the steps and made our way into the elevator.
Neither of us said a word as the elevator rose. It was clear we were both very tired. I never assumed Grams would be a morning person. Hopefully I don't have anymore of these "morning lessons".
"Bueña suerte." Antonio wished as he does every time I have a lesson. (Good luck.)
I rolled my eyes at him and knocked on the door. Grams called for me to enter and I walked in. "Sora, you're finally here! That's great! Let's get started!"
How many freaking cups of coffee has she had this morning?
"Grams, why are we having a lesson on a Sunday morning? I was enjoying my sleep."
She paused. "Sora, the 500th birthday bash is now under two months away. I need to have you trained and ready for everything by then. We have so much left to do and so little time…
I spent the next three hours being quizzed on Prince Philippe's Isle knowledge. As I probably wrote before, I have no problem with this part of the lesson. History definitely beats her yelling at me because I don't cross my legs the right way when I sit.
We took a break for breakfast at 9:45, and Grams made me tell her all about the party. After informing her I had behaved properly, was social, and kind to everyone she forced me to continue. You'd think she'd really want to know about the good details of the party—Yama—but she didn't even ask about guys or my friends. Go figure though.
I was held at my surprise lesson until 2:00. Grams insisted I sit through in-depth lectures regarding eating habits, shopping etiquette, and how to react when meeting with a dignitary. Okay, who the hell follows shopping etiquette? Grams really needs to pick up a new hobby other than torturing me.
Antonio drove me back to my apartment. It appeared he had taken a nap and was fully awake now. "You look very tired, señorita. For your own good, get some sleep."
I yawned. "But I can't. I have a guitar lesson and then a date." Whoops shouldn't have let that slip.
Antonio raised his eyebrows. "With who? Your blond friend who drives the motorcycle?" I didn't have to say anything. My face by far gave it away. "It seems Princesa Sora has some feelings for someone…I bet your father would love to hear this."
"Antonio no! Please don't tell papá; he'll freak! And it's not really a date anyway. We're just going to hang out after the guitar lesson."
The man smirked. "Then why'd you call it a date?"
Shit, he's got me there. "Um…because…well, it was a…slip of the tongue! I've gotta go! Please don't tell my father."
"Your secret is safe with me, Princesa. Now have fun and behave." His rich laugh could be heard as I walked up the stairs, and he drove away.
I walked into the apartment to hear the phone ringing. That's weird. I wonder where mom is. "Hello." I panted as I picked up the phone.
"Sora, where have you been? I've been calling your place for the past hour!"
"Calm down, Meems. I was with Grams."
She sighed. "You're always with her Sora. Or you're always with Yamato. By the way, what's going on between the two of you? What happened after you two left on Friday night?"
Great, now I have to explain this to her. "He and I walked to our apartments. That's it. There was nothing spectacular about it."
"Why don't you just admit you like him?"
"Why should I be forced to admit anything? It's really none of anyone's business. If I like him and want to keep it a secret, I should be able to."
"But we're best friends. We shouldn't keep secrets from each other. What's up with you, Sora? You've been so distant and preoccupied lately. It's like you don't have time for us."
"I have a lot going on in my life, Mimi. Things are hectic and…"
Mimi interrupted me. "Sora, you've been so secretive about stuff too. No one knows what's going on with you when you're with your Grams. You come back from each time with her feeling exhausted. I'm your best friend; you can tell me if something is up."
"What if the secret's bigger than you or me? What if I just CAN'T tell you?"
"We're best friends. I tell you everything and vice versa."
I shook my head but remembered she couldn't see me. "I don't tell you everything, Mimi. There's some stuff I don't want to tell you and there are some things I just can't; you've got to understand me."
"Do you not trust me?" she huffed. "Because I can keep a secret."
"Of course I trust you. What kind of stupid question is that?" I was nearly yelling.
"So you think I'm stupid? God, Sora, if this is how you're going to be acting, I don't want to be your friend!" she shouted.
Wow, she just hung up on me. Does this mean our friendship is over? What couldn't she understand though. I can't tell her some things because I'm sworn to secrecy ,and I don't think I should be obligated to tell her everything that goes on in my life. There are things I want to keep private. But she goes and blows up on me, claiming we aren't friends anymore.
Well, I guess this is partly my fault too. If I wouldn't have bitched at her we probably would still be friends. This just adds to my list of things screwed up in my life right now.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed Yamato would be here soon. I may as well get something to eat. Grams hadn't let us take a break for lunch, and I was starving. As I approached the refrigerator, I found a note taped to it.
Sora, I had to run to the store then I'm going to be at Carl's house. I'll be back before 6:00 hopefully.
Love you, Mom
That's a little odd. She normally lets me know if she's got a date with Mr. R. so I either avoid the house or know why she's not home. She's usually not too spontaneous about these kinds of things. Something's up…
I grabbed some lunchmeat and cheese from the fridge and made myself a sandwich. As soon as I had finished eating it and cleaned up, the doorbell rang. Yamato's here.
"Hey." The blond said as I opened the door.
"Hey." I responded, smiling at him.
"You ready to get started? The sooner we finish, the sooner we can watch this." He pulled out the DVD Day After Tomorrow. (Not mine!)
"I've been waiting to see that for a long time! I was sick when it was out in theaters."
He grinned at me. "I know. I heard Mimi telling Miyako." At the mention of Mimi's name, my face fell. "You okay?"
"Yeah, Mimi and I just got into a bit of an argument. I'm fine though." I brushed it off. "Let's go."
We sat down on the living room couch and he pulled out his guitar. "Okay, we're going to review the basics before moving onto some new things. Can you play me a G?"
I did as he told, and he nodded his approval. Yama then asked for a few more specific notes, and I played each one.
"Great! Okay, now we're going to go through some scales." He pulled out a sheet of paper he'd written a grand staff and notes on. "These are some of the most common scales and will help out your playing."
The blond and I spent the next thirty minutes working on these before the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Sora, what's this about you and Mimi getting into a fight?"
Word travels fast, huh? "Christine, I'm kind of busy now. Can I call you back later?" In the background I heard someone else pick up a phone.
"Are you blowing us off like you did to Mimi?"
"Of course not, Miyako! I just don't have time to talk right now."
"She's blowing us off." Miyako stated.
"Go figure." Christine answered. "You never have time for us anymore. By the time you are free to talk to us, we won't feel like talking to you. Goodbye Sora."
That's the third time I've been hung up on today! Is this anti-Sora day or something?
"You sure you're okay?" Yamato asked. My eyes locked with his cerulean ones, full of concern.
I forced a smile. "I've seen better days." I sat down next to him again and picked up the guitar. "This is the one bright spot of my day. So can we keep playing?"
"Of course." Slowly we continued with the lesson. All this frustration from the phone calls and fights with my friends began to take their toll on me. "Hey, relax." Yamato soothed. "You're getting tense, and it's showing in your playing. Sor, you're doing great for someone who's just learning, but you're pushing yourself too hard. I think we can call it quits for today."
"All right." I sighed. He squeezed my hand and put the guitar away before heading over to put the DVD in. "Do you want me to shut off the lights?" I asked.
"Why not? There's plenty of light coming in from the window."
I flicked the switch, feeling my heart beat faster as I sat back down on the couch. Yamato and I are here alone with the lights out. Holy cow! Yama sat down beside me, and we started up the DVD.
Not even fifteen minutes into it, my eyes began to grow heavy. I felt a set of deep blue orbs on me and the next thing I knew, Yamato's arm was draped around me, and he'd pulled me to him.
"You look like you could use some sleep. Go ahead, you're overworking yourself." He whispered in my ear.
"But I want to see the movie."
He placed a finger on my lips. "You can see it anytime, but right now, you need to sleep. Go ahead, I'll be fine."
Knowing he would keep demanding it until I finally agreed to try to rest, I laid my head on his shoulder. A few second later, I was out…
"Sora," a heavenly voice whispered. "Sora, wake up."
I felt someone gently shaking me. "Let me sleep." I mumbled.
But the voice refused to give up and was beginning to panic. "Come on Sleeping Beauty, rise and shine. Your dad's on the phone, and he's giving me the third degree!"
I shot up. One look at the blonde's face was priceless, and I knew immediately my dad was on the line. Snatching the phone from Yamato's hand, I slowly began to speak, "Papá."
"Sora Isabel Anamaría Takenouchi Olivarez!" he exclaimed so loud even Yama heard it. I cringed and knew I was in for it. Papa began yelling in rapid Spanish. "Why did a guy answer the phone and why were you sleeping? What were the two of you doing?"
"Papá, we weren't doing ANYTHING, I swear! He's teaching me how to play the guitar for one of my classes at school. We just finished, and I fell asleep. Grams' lessons are really taking a toll on me."
His voice softened. "Lo siento, hija. I overreacted. I just…when he answered the phone…" (I'm sorry, daughter.)
"I understand, but I think you owe Yamato an apology."
"Yamato," he answered suspiciously, "is he that boy who drove you home on the motorcycle…"
"Papá!" I warned.
"Put him on."
I handed the phone to Yamato who looked absolutely terrified. "H..hello?" Yamato looks so adorable when he's terrified…which is not very often. "Thank you, sir. No I understand."
He handed the phone back to me and gave me charming smile. "Now that that's taken care of, what did you call about?"
"I'm sure your grandmother talked to you this morning about the 500th birthday party. Well, we just finalized the plans a few hours ago, and I want you to mark some dates down. You'll be flying in on December 21st to get ready."
"You mean I can't spend Christmas here with mom?"
"We'll work something out. As I was saying, we'll have Christmas on the 25th, tour the island for the next few days, and then the party is on the 31st."
"When do I fly back?" I asked.
"Fly back? Sora, you'll be staying in Prince Phillipe's Isle from the party on."
My face blanched. "What the hell? When did we agree on this?"
"Sora, you're a princess. Your kingdom is the island!"
"This is ridiculous! Don't I get any say in this at all? You guys can't force me to pack up all my stuff and move to another country because my "duties" lie there just like that."
"Sor—" I slammed the phone down. This day just keeps getting worse.
I threw the phone on the recliner and suddenly felt myself being lowered down. The next thing I knew, my head was resting in Yamato's lap, and I was looking into his eyes.
"Okay, Sora, you and I are going to sit here until you tell me what all's going on with you. It's not good for you, keeping it all inside."
"Yamato, no." I protested. "I don't want to tell anyone about these things. And some of the things I'm sworn to secrecy about."
He shook his head. "I'm not going to pressure you to tell me what's going on with your dad because I know you can't tell me. But keeping these things bottled up inside you is not healthy. You're going to ruin a lot of relationships and end up depressed if you don't talk to anyone. And I'm here to listen."
"Why do you want to know?" I snapped, though his words were starting to sink in.
"Sora, I care about you. I care about you a lot. And because I care about you, I want to know."
Our eyes locked and didn't leave one another's. "All right." I finally whispered. It was there that I confessed everything that I've been keeping from the others. I started with my fight with Mimi then moved on to my fears about my mother's health, the pressure Grams' lessons have been putting on me, and finally finishing with what my dad has planned. "Yamato, I don't want to leave Chicago just like that. I want to finish up high school here and go to college here before moving there. He just expects me to pack all my stuff up and leave though. I don't know what to do."
"Hey, it's okay." He whispered, brushing my hair off my face. "You and your parents may not see eye to eye on everything, but I'm positive you'll be able to come to some sort of conclusion. Take some time to cool off before you call your father, apologize for hanging up on him, and work out a solution."
I shut my eyes and then opened them. "Thanks Yama, it really did help to talk to you about it."
"I'm starting to become your psychiatrist." He joked.
"As long as you don't charge much for your services!"
The blond laughed. "For you, it's free." He paused. "Sora, if you don't mind me asking, why did your father call you by such a long name, and why do you have to move there?"
I gulped and made a very big decision. "Yamato, I'm going to tell you something you've got to swear you'll never tell anyone."
He stuck his pinky out and I linked mine with it. "I won't tell anyone. Any secret you have is safe with me."
"A while back you guy's asked me what my father does on Prince Phillipe's Isle, and I told you he was involved in the government. Well, my father is actually really involved in the government; my father is Ki—"
"Sora, thank goodness you're here." Yamato and I looked up to see mom and Mr. R. walk into the apartment. I sat up quickly, hoping I wouldn't get yelled at for the way I had been sitting. "Sora, we have something we need to tell you. Yamato, it might be a good idea if you left."
He stood up. "I under—"
"No," I grabbed his arm. "Please stay. I'm most likely going to tell him anyway, mom. He can stay and hear it."
I looked at my mom and from the look on her face, she could tell I wasn't going to take no for an answer. "You can stay Yamato. Sora, please don't freak out after we tell you what we need to…you may want to sit down for this."
"I'm fine where I am." I answered. Yamato squeezed my hand to let me know he was there.
"Sora, you know Carl and I have been dating each other for a few months and well…please don't freak out…Sora, I'm…I'm…pregnant."
My mouth dropped, and I felt myself falling. Yamato caught me before I hit the ground, and that's the last thing I remember before blacking out…
Voices around me were whispering, trying not to wake me. "Thank you for everything, Yamato. You're always there for her."
"It's no problem, Ms. Takenouchi. I care a lot about your daughter."
"We can tell, Yamato. Thank you again." Mr. R. answered.
"Well, I'd better be going. And congratulations by the way." The blond said.
"Thanks. We're going to be out in the kitchen and let Sora sleep. Goodbye, Yamato."
"Bye." I opened my eyes and saw Mom and Mr. R. leave. The blond was about to exit the room as well.
"Yama," I called.
He turned around and smiled at me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He approached my bed and sat down on the side.
"Shocked? Scared? Disbelieving?" I tried.
He chuckled. "You have every right to feel that way. But you'll get used to it."
"Eventually. It's just the whole idea that still scares me to think about."
"Me too." He answered. "I'd better be off though so you can go talk to your mom and Mr. Reynolds. I imagine you have a few things you want to ask them."
"Yama, wait…"
"Yeah?"
I paused. "Why are you so damn perfect?"
His eyes widened. "What gives you that idea?"
"You are the perfect guy. You're always there for me and always want to see me happy. Why?"
He gave me a small smile and lowered his face to mine. He gently brushed his lips against my forehead. "I can't think of anyone better than you who deserves to be treated that way. Sorry our lesson got cut short, and you didn't get to see the movie. At least we got a lot taken care of, and I know never to answer the phone at your place."
"Dad just gets a bit," I searched for the right word, "overprotective sometimes. He would like you if you two met."
He smiled again. "That's good. But I had a pretty good time today, through all the chaos. We'll have to do this again after the next lesson, or maybe a lot sooner."
"I'd like that."
"So would I. Goodbye Sor."
"See you tomorrow, Yama."
He left the room and was sure I had the largest grin on my face. He kissed me, and I think he just admitted he likes me! That makes up for all the bad stuff that's happened today.
I stood up. Guess it's time to go talk to Mom and Mr. R. It's going to be really interesting, this whole pregnancy. Oh well, at least I can look on the bright side: things can't get much worse, right?...
A/N: Holy cow, that was long! The original version was longer but I thankfully cut out a lot! Wow, there was a lot of bad news in that chapter…hope you all enjoyed it though and can figure out what the next chapter is about…I left plenty of clues! Please review and have a happy Thanksgiving!