Hey all! Que tal? Well, It's been 5 months since my last update. What have I been doing that's been keeping me away for so long?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
Hehe.
Well, I've been reading some fics, and I decided to get around to updating this, since people seem to like it, and I like the idea to. I know where it's going, It's just it's hard to write out. Ever have that happen to you?
Well, here are thanks to the readers (who are hopefully still gonna read this after a 5 month hiatus)
To Xio: Thanks so much! I don't know how I keep cranking out Sorato ideas… it's weird. I support Taiora 100 percent and all, but sometimes, Sora just works for some ideas!
To Key: hehe, well, It'd be a tad difficult if they didn't. Sorry for the long wait!
To the.child.like: Hehe, getting a little into the story, eh? That's OK… I hope you like this chappie… it's not really funny… It's just diplomatic.
To JyouraKoumi: Well, I've been reading fics, and now, Koumi actually is now of my favorite couple… they're just so cute! He's so smart but shy, and I can see her teasing him all the time, making him flustered!
To nickygirl: I love the movie too! Would you believe it made me cry?
To Kaye Ristina: Hey love! I know your grounded from the computer for forever, but I still wanna say, that IS the best damn review I ever got! Lol. I LOVE YOU!
Chapter 4
The next morning, at the very crack of dawn, Sora arose. Feeling a need… for a…. a… refreshing morning walk…, she dressed quickly and headed out towards the prisoners tent.
The air was still and cool, as the sun was just peeking over the hills and trees, not yet touching on the village. As she neared the tent, she heard voices. She stopped.
"I am quickly losing my patience. What is the position of your army?" an angry voice asked quite loudly, making no attempt to be somewhat quiet so early in the morning.
Silence.
"I am the Chief of this village and right now you are at my mercy. At any time I can order your execution, so I suggest you work with me rather than against me. It is by some great force that you are still alive now, taking into consideration your insolence," he said, this time with little more control than last, but still with obvious irritation.
More silence.
Sora knew her father; she knew his temper quite well. She could feel it rising, even outside the walls of the tent.
'I'd better go in before he completely loses it,"
She took a breath, and stepped in. The sudden sunlight surprised the men inside, Matt looked away squinting and her father and another man, Joe, turned abruptly.
"Sora, what are you doing up at this hour?" her father asked, in a swift change of mood. Matt almost inaudibly sighed with relief.
"I woke up, and decided to go for a walk, and I heard all the commotion in here," she explained, taking glances at Matt every so often, who was in turn looking at her as if she were his saviour.
"Oh, well, nothing is going on in here that would interest you, love. You need not concern yourself with our matter of…diplomacy… at hand," her father smiled, resting a hand on her shoulder.
Sora's eye twitched a bit. She hated being treated like a little girl. Her first reaction was to argue 'I'm NOT a little girl anymore, father; I think I can listen in on this conversation'. After all, it was she who found him in the river, was it not? And for some reason, she felt bad for him.. she knew how rough and intimidating her father could be… he didn't seem like a threat. And besides, he had no way of communicating with his people, so it didn't matter whether he told them anything about them or not.
But reason came to her. Arguing like this would only make the childishness in her stand out more. She took a breath, still a little piqued at being talked down to.
"Father, you have no sons. One day, I'll be chief of this village. I'm going to have to learn one way or another to handle these kinds of things,"
Her father smiled. She cheered inwardly.
"Alright… I do believe it's time you got involved in matters such as these." Her father relented, before turning back to Matt.
'Oh dear lord, save me,' he thought. The moment the chief turned back to him. His face went from caring to angry in less than a second.
"Now… you don't have many chances left, and not many options. I suggest you choose wisely." Her father said, voice shaking.
"Again, why should I tell you?" Matt retorted, an indignant look on his face. He suppressed the urge to smirk… that would only get him deeper in trouble with the Chief.
"Because, as it stands now, your options are this: tell me and we preserve your worthless life, or don't tell us and we have you executed." Her father crossed his arms, peering down his nose at Matt.
Sora couldn't take any of this. Sometimes her father chided her for acting immaturely, but seriously, telling the prisoner his life was worthless, we don't care about you, and we could care less whether you lived or died wasn't going to solve anything. She rolled her eyes.
'How can he be acting so daft? This isn't going to get us anywhere,' she thought, irritated.
"Father, insulting him and threatening him multiple times isn't going to do anything,"
"I'll say!" Matt interjected. Sora gave him an icy cold glare. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking down at his lap.
"Anyways, he's here with us, and as long as we have him, he can't communicate with his men, so he's not a threat to us, right? So why should we treat him as a threat? He hasn't done anything to give any suggestion that he's threatening our village, and-"
"Sora-"her father cut in.
"Wait, father, let me finish," she interrupted. "I know I may sound a bit naïve, but really. Let's just keep him here, under watch, mind you," she glanced at Matt, "but since he hasn't done anything to us, except float downstream, try to see if we can persuade him to try to help us make peace with these invaders to avoid an ugly war?" she finished. The tent was completely silent. Her father appeared to be thinking.
"If I may interrupt… I… rather agree with Sora on this… he doesn't seem to be intent on doing us any harm… and I'll go with anything that may stop the looming threat of war," Joe cut in, quietly. The chief looked up.
"Well, Sora… I really underestimated you… you really have grown up in these few years… alright… we'll go easier on him… but any, and I do me any hints that he may be planning anything, and he'll be under harsh penalty. You got that?" he asked, looking down at Matt. Matt didn't look back.
"Yes sir," he mumbled.
"Alright, well, thank you Joe, Sora… I'm going to go see what I can find to eat… I haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon," her father said and left.
Joe was about to say something, but seeing the look on Sora's face, which was unintentionally, but obviously, saying 'I'd really like to talk to him, alone', he took his cue and also exited.
Sora watched him go, and smiled, looking down. She could feel Matt staring at her, knowing well the look on his face.
"I can't tell you enough how much I owe you," he simply stated. She grinned and looked at him.
"I'll say!" she mocked him, still grinning. He smirked a little. "Just… don't do anything stupid, and don't act like a smart alleck. I don't know here I pulled that whole speech from, but apparently it worked. So if you do anything to get yourself back in the doghouse, I swear…"she trailed off, wringing an invisible neck in her hands. He grinned.
"I won't, I promise."
'You liar, Ishida… you know you can't help but be a smart ass. It's in your genes.' he thought.
She looked at him, somewhat disbelieving him, scrutinizing him, but after a moment, her face brightened.
"You know what, I'm starving too… how about I go get some breakfast for the two of us, and you can tell me more about this land you came from!" She smiled. He nodded, also smiling, and she left.
'Normally, I would've put up defences about that… but she seems genuinely interested in where I came from and who I am… not for the sake of finding out about us, but just about me… I really feel like I can trust her, which is weird; I don't trust anyone, and if I do, it takes me years. How could she have gotten my trust over a few days? Am I just going soft?' his thoughts were interrupted by the tent flap opening again, and a familiar figure entering, this time carrying a tray.
"Sorry, but it's cold, and it would take too long to start a fire, heat it, and all that. I hope you like cold bread and fish!" she said apologetically with a matching look on her face as she sat down.
"It's fine, it's a lot better that what they gave us to eat for months at a time on the ship," he chuckled as she untied his hands. Upon hearing her tisk, he chuckled more; his bloody and bruised wrists were always a source of irritation towards her father; it just amused Matt.
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Okeidokes, well, he made it without (majorly) pissing anyone off. Yay Matt!
Tell me if this chapter sucked. I'll try to have the next one up soon! Don't hold your breath on it though! (I'm so unreliable).
Bye!