Disclaimer: I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't own digimon or any of its characters, and I don't own the plot (mostly).

Italics are thoughts. Bold is flashback.

Chapter 2: Luxury and Lousiness

Sora walked primly into the extravagant cabin, which was to be her living quarters for the next week. The higher part of the walls was paneled in mahogany, and the bottom half was pasted with complexly designed wallpaper. The tables a fireplace were polished to perfection, gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the portholes. The couches had a lovely olive fabric, and were trimmed with mahogany as well. Sora was impressed, though she wouldn't dare show it.

"We need a little colour in this room." Sora stated blandly, holding up a painting. The painting's colours blended and swirled, twisting artfully into a unique style of design.

Cody looked at the paintings with a dismissing air. "Not you and those finger paintings of yours." He paused, leaning against the heavy wooden doorframe. "They certainly were a waste of money." He held up his drink to his mouth sipping the sweet wine inside it. He had just come in from being shown the private deck space.

Sora quickly came up with a biting remark. "The difference between Cody's taste in art and mine is that I have some." Sora stooped slightly to place a painting in a satisfactory position. "They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something." Her feminine features tensed up the slightest bit. Cody was really getting on her nerves.

"What's the artist's name, miss?" The young maid asked her, the girl's blue eyes were shot with genuine interest.

"Something Picasso?" Sora responded, not entirely sure of the answer. She clasped her hands, trying to rid herself of inching hands.

"Picasso? Never heard of him. He won't amount to a thing." Cody drawled, oblivious to the annoyed look on her face. A few seconds later, he ordered a servant around.

He really does abuse the maids. Sora thought.

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Matt and Tai dashed through the maze of lower decks. After making a few wrong turns, the pair finally found the room they were looking for (360). They walked in finding the room good for steerage, yet still considerably poor. There were two sets of bunk beds, each bed with plain white bedding. The metal frame of the bed was solid, if simple in design. There was a small toilet in the corner, with a small mirror and a minute sink. Other than that, it was quite empty. To them it was magnificent. Immediately after walking in, Tai leapt onto the top bunk.

"Who said you get top bunk?" Matt teased, punching Tai playfully. Then he walked over to the foreign men (who were simply dressed in shirts and suspenders) and shook hands. He gave a simple statement, "Hi, I'm Matt Ishida."

The other man looked confused, but took his hand nonetheless. Then, turning to his companion, asked, "Vere's Sven?"

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For lunch, Sora was taken to eat with Bruce Ismay and Tom Andrews. Cody ordered her meal for her (yet again) and held an, um, interesting conversation with the other men, almost ignoring Sora's presence.

The conversation turned to the ship itself. "I named her Titanic to convey her immense size. Size can represent stability and power." Mr. Ismay stated.

"Yet size is often overly stressed by men." Sora bit back. "There has been a study on it."

"Sora!" Her mother hissed, voice dripping with venom. "Don't be so atrociously rude."

Cody came to her mother's defence. "I will not have you reading horrid books that are insulting to me and many others."

"Excuse me." Sora said primly, standing and smoothing her long skirts down. She held her head high as to ward off the disapproving glances. She tried not to notice how painfully loud the clack of her heels were on the hard wood floor.

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(A.N.- I decided to take creative license and change the artistic talent…)

Matt's forehead creased with thought. His head was bent over a sheet of music, which had many crossed out lines with a thick leaded pencil. He kept looking into the distance, like if he looked far enough, he might find a hidden sequence of notes. He looked to the upper decks, frustrated, when he noticed HER.

When he saw HER, his heart jolted oddly. He wasn't quite sure if he liked it or not. But he liked HER. He wasn't sure how he knew this without knowing her personality, but he could just tell. Her hair was as red as a ruby, and her eyes similar. The silky hair waved gently and cascaded around her small shoulders.

Just great. He thought I'm in love with the untouchable. He was so into his own thoughts, he hadn't noticed Tai wave his hand in front of his blue eyes. Then she must've felt eyes on her, because she turned slightly to face him. When her eyes connected with his, the jolt ran through his body yet again, making his (gorgeous) hair stand on end.

Then the moment was ruined. Another man stepped up to her and seemed to have invited her inside. She left the deck. Matt leaned back on the bench. A sense of exhilaration rushed through him. She'd hit him like a thunderbolt.

A.N.- Good? Or BAD? Please R&R. Should I make an alternate ending where Matt lives, or leave it? It's up to you:)