Disclaimer: I am writing on fanfiction, so I do not own Digimon or the movie 'Titanic'. :P
Bold is flashback. Italics are thoughts.
Chapter 3:Terror on Titanic
Sora was back in her cabin after the horrid luncheon. She sat on the bed, taking deep breaths to calm her confused mind. She'd seen a boy (well, man) on the lower deck and he had looked at her in a unique way. He seemed to be looking through her into her soul without her permission.
He can't read your soul. She tried told herself. Actually, she sort of believed this, but it was something to cover the real problem. Lust. And then lust would leave to love and she'd be nowhere. Sora always hid her heart from everyone, even her mother. Especially Cody. She'd started this after her father died. After he broke his promise.
"Daddy," a young Sora started, "can you make me a promise? Please?" Sora looked at her smiling father with her already large eyes wide.
"Anything, pumpkin." Her father replied. Her father was a tall strong man, with sandy hair and amber eyes. He was looking for clues about the promise he was being asked to make in her eyes. He was still smiling. He read her soul like an open book.
"Promise you'll stay with me." she said, looking up to him and then looking down, squinting against the sunlight. Her eyes began to water because: 1) Her eyes hurt from the sun, and 2) Her dad wasn't smiling anymore, making her worried about the promise.
"I promise. And I won't break it because I love you." Sora smiled timidly, and that set her dad off smiling too.
He didn't keep his promise. Sora reflected He left me with no one. And that's why she was quite scared of this new feeling. Sighing, she called the young maid to help her into the 'trappings'.
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Matt was daydreaming. He thought about many things, like HER, the ship, HER, the ship, and HER. It was pathetic, he knew. That's why he didn't tell Tai. He would have everyone in steerage talking about how pathetic and sad he was in two seconds flat. Trying to think about something else, he watched the last of the sun disappear below the horizon. Then the first stars cast flecks of light through the sky.
Beautiful. His thoughts wandered. Just like HER. And then she filled his thoughts again.
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Sora left to the dining saloon. Holding on to Cody's arm, of course. It was very annoying. But it kept her mother happy enough to prevent punishment. Doormen opened the double doors for them. Cody nodded to them, yet Sora made no sing to show she'd even noticed they were there. They sat and ate. Sora had to eat what Cody ordered for her (it wasn't THAT excellent) when she realized.
My life will be stuffy and boring. Men will be able to boss me around; my main purpose will be to have children. Then a housekeeper would take care of them, leaving me with not much to do. There would be parties of course. Parties with dull people conversing about even duller things.
It would probably be better just to end the pain before it could truly begin. She excused herself, and as soon as she was out of earshot, began running. It was very difficult to run in hobble skirts or heels, but together it was murder. She tripped, but she couldn't stop. She had to keep moving towards the stern. She picked herself up, ignoring the pain setting in her left knee and began running again. She ran a down flight a steep stairs with difficulty.
I hate corsets. Sora thought, feeling as tough her heart didn't have enough room to beat. But there were more important things. Much more important things. Like having enough freedom to be able to say no to something displeasing. I can't do anything fun. Sora was now climbing another set of stairs. Why is this damn ship so big?
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Matt was lying down on one of the stiff benches provided on the poop deck, staring upwards. It was cold, but he couldn't really feel it. He was wearing almost everything he owned, for lack of storage space. He looked upwards. It was a clear night and he could easily find the Milky Way and Sirius. He was looking up, and his thoughts were out in the stars traveling farther by the minute. SHE was on his mind again. God. She's just a chick, Matt. He kept telling himself. She's in first class. That was getting more realistic. She's beautiful. THAT was realistic, though he wasn't one who should be thinking that. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the click of heels.
It was HER. Struggling to run, nonetheless, but running. Her hair was out of its elegant knot now, falling to her small shoulders. Her face was ghostly white. As soon as he registered this, she was past him. Matt swung his legs over the side of the bench, ready to follow.