Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Digimon seasons or any of its characters. The plotline is based off a Manga titled "Penguin Brothers", which has not been licensed in America. I don't own that either.
ATTENTION! I have been informed that another story like this has been written. Also, I have been accused of copying, but I haven't even heard or read this story until I was notified by one of my reviewers. Now, there are several differences in our fics, and neither her nor I agree that this is plagiarism. It happens that both of us have based it on the same Manga, "Penguin Brothers," which we have both claimed in our disclaimers. Her fanfiction is Mimato, mine… still undecided, but is will probably be a Sora x ? pairing. So, if you want to read a Mimato version, go check hers, titled "She's a Gray!" To a certain flamer: was it really necessary to use that kind of language? If you read the disclaimers, you'll realize that both our story's come from the same plot… Sorry, thank you all for informing me a fic like this was already written! I really appreciate it, and I hope this clears up a few things. If you feel I shouldn't write this, please do tell me. I guess… I could always make an Inuyasha version? Oo;;
Shades of Gray: Chapter Two
"Hey, Gray!"
"What?" Sora glanced up. There was a Black standing on top of the gym lockers, holding a bucket filled with who-knows-what.
"Tee-hee, made you look!" she teased, pouring the thick, black liquid onto the new girl. "Too bad."
Sora felt the cold tar, "What the…?"
"Now!"
Sora squealed as she was bombarded with pink feathers coming from three other girls.
The girls giggled. "Ha, little pink Piyo!"
The Gray clenched her fist and sent it straight into a nearby locker. It placed a dent, but its loud noise startled them.
"Eek!" they screamed, running away.
Calm down Sora, it's okay…A girl peeked from behind one of the locker stalls. "Sora…?"
"Huh? Oh…" The girl recognized her; it was hard to forget anyone with pink hair decorated with stars. "Hi Mimi."
"Are you okay?" she asked meekly.
Sora started peeling the feathers off her sticky skin, "Oh, never been better!" she replied sarcastically.
"Sorry, Sora," the White responded. She took a towel from her bag and went to the sink to soak it. She returned, helping the Gray wipe the pink feathers from her hair. "Maybe you should just become one of us! I'm sure things will be better that way."
"No way!" she replied, almost startling her classmate. "There's no way I'm losing the likes of Taichi."
"But Sora, you're not going to last long this way… Don't worry, people won't laugh at you or anything, they'll treat you right!"
"It's okay," Sora smiled, taking the towel from her. "Here, you should leave, or else you'll be targeted too, right?"
"I'm really sorry," the girl looked down. "But I think you should consider becoming a White. This isn't something you deserve."
No one in this school deserves this Sora thought as Mimi walked away.
"This clothing's weird…" Sora came out of the changing room and appeared in black gym shorts and a white t-shirt.
"You announced to the public that you were going to be a Gray," Koushiro explained. "Do you know what you've put yourself in?"
Sora shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her bag. "How was I supposed to know anything? You two boys ended up fine!"
"Maybe you should just wear a uniform to avoid trouble?"
"No!" the new girl said firmly, "I won't give in so easily!"
"I'm appalled," Koushiro smirked. "Most of the time girls would run away after being hit like that."
"Well, I'm not 'most girls', am I!" Sora retorted, placing her messenger bag over her shoulder.
As she turned left out of the room, she saw a figure standing at the corner, who quickly fled at her sight.
"Hey, girl!" someone called. A purple-haired boy ran up to her, crossing his arms. "Yagami-senpai orders to see you."
"What? Who are you?"
"Motomiya Daisuke, of course!" he smiled big. "Now, listen up and you won't get hurt."
What's up with this kid's ego?
"Go see Yagami-senpai right now! Or else."
"Or else what? A lil kid like you can't – Hey!" Daisuke was stronger than she thought. He dragged the girl, her stomach folding to the curve of his shoulder. She kicked, but proved futile. "Let me down!"
"He said to do this if you resisted," he chuckled.
She pouted, suddenly noticing how everyone was staring at her. Why me?
"Idiot!" Taichi yelled at the younger boy. "Listen, if you're that bad at soccer, just don't even bother!"
The young White squirmed, trying to get up from the ground. Taichi assaulted another blow to the stomach, causing a stroll of blood to flow from his mouth.
"Taichi-senpai, I brought the girl!"
"Ow!" Sora cried as he practically threw her to the ground. "Moron… Hey! Stop hurting him!"
"Oh please, not the 'Oh no! Stop it! You're going to hurt him!' speech," Taichi scrunched his nose. "But I'll give you a chance to save him, if you'd like."
"What is it?" Sora held her eyes at him, and stepped back when his face got a bit too close to hers.
"A game of soccer, how 'bout?" he whispered in her ear. "You game?"
"Yamato, you've been really quiet," Jyou commented slowly, looking up from his papers. "You're being a poor planner for being the Student Council president."
"It was a majority vote, it's not like I wanted this position," he countered.
"Well, isn't that odd," the blue haired boy stared out the window.
Yamato frowned. "How is that in any way odd?"
"I mean," he cleared this throat, "Sora and Taichi are going one-on-one at soccer."
The blonde president took a glimpse of the event, surprise that indeed, Sora was proving to be a formidable adversary to the greatest 'punk' at this school.
"She beat him…" a Black whispered to his friend.
"Hey, what did you say?" Taichi clenched his fists and glared at his fellow students.
"Oh – nothing! You're still the best, Taichi-senpai!" they ran off before injury could be initiated.
"I scored three out of five, so you're going to let this boy go, right?" Sora panted, helping a White up. The short boy bowed and ran off.
Taichi glared, walking and moving his face very close to hers. "You've got some nerve."
"Stop getting close to me! You're the one who challenged me. I think you're the one with the nerve," she retorted, pushing him away. "What have these people done to you?"
"Anyone siding with Ishida deserves no respect from me," he spat.
"Yeah right, at least he has the decency to be nice to everyone!"
"You talk as if you know him," he glared. "Next we meet, I won't be so easy."
"You need another pair of clothes?" the coach sweatdropped.
"Ahh, well, I'm pretty sweaty from playing soccer…"
A few minutes, Sora was dressed in a clean orange shirt and black shorts. "Thanks!"
"It's no problem… Why do you bother fighting back, anyway?"
"Why not?" she asked, and left.
"Heh…"
As Sora walked down the empty halls, there was an undeniable feeling that someone was following her. Every time she glanced behind her, however, nothing was there.
I'm paranoid… She halted at her locker, which seemed to hold a foul smell. Don't tell me…
After inputting the combination, she closed her eyes, slowly opening the locker. However, only a banana peel fell out before someone forcefully closed it.
"Huh?"
"If you know it smells bad, you don't open it," the blonde boy replied. "… Idiot."
"I need my book…" Sora mumbled to Yamato. "Why are you here, anyway?"
"Here," he handed her his Physics book. "Don't bother opening anything from now on."
"How do you know I have Physics next? Were you following me?"
"I have connections," Yamato shifted his blue eyes away from her. "And no, I wasn't following you. Bye."
"Hey, wait!" Sora yelled, but he ignored her call. "Thanks…"
"Sora!" Koushiro called from the back of the class. The girl nodded and took at seat next to him. "Everything been okay so far?"
"More or less, I've been saved by Yamato though…"
"What!" the redhead in front shrieked. "Yamato – helping you? Don't lie about this kind of thing. Yamato-kun would never help someone like you."
Huh? It's that girl from the bathroom yesterday…
"Motomiya Jun!" the teacher called, tapping his ruler on the desk. "Can you please try not to be a disturbance to the class… as always?"
"Sorry, sensei," the girl replied. "But I wouldn't take that tone with me. You wouldn't want me to send some… annoyances, would you?"
The teacher remained silent, and continued writing on the board.
"The teachers have no control?" Sora whispered to Koushiro.
He sighed, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, Jun is a devout White to her idol, Ishida Yamato. Anyone – especially a Gray – who lays her hands on him will certainly suffer under her wrath."
"Has a Gray gone after him before?"
"Yeah…"
Sora arched a brow. "Who? There's another female Gray?"
Koushiro began doodling on his paper. "She couldn't stand the pressure… and turned into a White…"
He looks so sad…
"Who is it?"
"It was -"
"Hey! This IS Yamato-kun's book!" Jun shouted. "How can this be? Why would Yamato-kun let a GRAY touch his precious books?"
Sora snatched her – rather, Yamato's – textbook back from the redhead. "Yamato's nicer than that stupid Taichi, why wouldn't he?"
"Whoa!" Daisuke called, peeking in from the window. "Sora has Ishida's textbook!"
"Are you stalking me now?"
Koushiro sweatdropped at the scene. Daisuke stumbled in through the window and quickly picked himself up.
"I gotta tell this to Taichi-senpai. Follow me!" he grabbed Sora and her textbook, dragging her into the Black's Territory.
"What is it THIS time?" Taichi spat with an annoyed look. "Oh! It's the new girl. Missed me?"
She rolled her eyes. "As if."
"Take a look," Daisuke opened the cover and inside revealed Ishida Yamato's name.
Taichi smirked, taking the book and spinning it with his finger. "So, you have this in your possession? You must be very special to Ishida, if that's the case."
"I barely know the guy," she mumbled. Sora blinked as Taichi's chocolate orbs looked into her eyes. "W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Daisuke, leave," Taichi demanded, not taking his eyes off her.
"What, why?"
"I said LEAVE!"
"Okay, okay, sheesh," the Black muttered, closing the door shut.
"There's no way," he looked away, dumping the textbook onto the table. "You can't be her…"
What's up with him? Who does he think I am?
"You almost look like her, and you almost play soccer as well as her. Hell, you almost smell like her…"
"Who the hell are you talking about? I'm only one person and that's Takenouchi Sora!"
"No, you can't be her," he closed his eyes. "But if Yamato lent something to YOU of all people, then…"
"Taichi!" a girl called, kicking the door open. "Leave her alone."
To Be Continued...