Author's Note: Sorry for the delay once again. I was going to update sooner, but I got a bit carried off in some other things. Hehe … anyway, this will be my last update for a while. I'm off to Hong Kong tomorrow morning, and won't be back until mid August. And I don't have access to a computer or internet at my apartment in HK, and even if I can go to my uncle's for internet, I doubt I will have enough time to write a full chapter and update. But I'll be sure to update after I come back. (:

Oh and note that all original characters are created by me. That are all fake and not real. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, and the idea of this story really came from this Chinese show I watched, though I am changing most of the things.

/ To Love or Not /

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- Chapter 5 -

Days passed and Sora still can't seem to enjoy Yamato's company any more than she had hoped would turn out. He just gets on her nerves at times. No, that wasn't even the right terms. He gets on her nerves constantly. Good thing? Not exactly. Not when she basically works for him.

Letting out a sigh of irritation, she jumped off the driver's seat of the van entrusted to her and waited. Her instructions were to wait for Yamato outside the building. This other studio where he needed to record his songs and such. Personally, Sora had to admit that he sings beautifully. His voice is warm and melodic, perfect for a singer. And plus, he has good looks and beautiful blue eyes. The only bad thing? Sora doesn't like him too much.

Anyway, soon, Yamato's figure could be seen emerging from the building heading towards her with a smile. He gave a small wave while Sora just groaned mentally and rolled her eyes. How annoying. Not bothering to wait for him to arrive at the van, she pushed herself off the car door and got into the driver's seat once again. Yamato soon slid the van door open at the back and entered, taking his seat while closing the door.

"Hey Takenouchi. Aren't you supposed to open and close the door for me?" the blond said slyly with a grin.

Sora growled mentally as she heard this and started the van up. "I'm your 'guardian', Ishida, not your servant." She snapped back, trying to control her temper. She doesn't know why, but she just can't control her temper when she's around this guy.

"Not much difference." he stated, the grin still plastered on his face.

"Huge difference. Check the freaking dictionary if you're not familiar with either terms. I don't work as your 'slave', but rather as your guardian in the 'music' industry, not personally. Get it right!" she replied, her voice shaking. She wanted to yell, but she decided against it. She shouldn't lose her cool in front of this guy … right?

As the van sped through the streets, Yamato tried to spark up some small conversations, mostly trying to bug Sora of course, while Sora was trying her best to simply ignore him. It seemed to be working at first, but later on, she finally got frustrated and started talking back harshly. The conversations were more of provocations from one side and insults from the other.

Finally, they arrived back at their original studio workplace, and Sora parked the van. Jumping out, she said nothing as she just made her way into the building with a grinning Yamato following close behind. He seemed to be enjoying this. He couldn't help but find this redhead extremely interesting, not to mention cute.

When it was time for work to end, Sora couldn't wait to get out and away from that monster who wouldn't let her enjoy some peace and quiet. She dashed out of the building as she hopped into the van and drove off as quickly as possible before Yamato would spot her and ask her to drive him home. It wasn't part of her job at this point, so she's not going to waste gas just to drive that guy home.

On her way, as she was glancing around in the van, she spotted a bakery. Her eyes widening slightly, glowing with happiness, she stopped, parked it at the side of the streets, and rushed inside, She had always loved the smell of bakeries, and all the food inside. She had always wondered why she didn't pay attention in high school in food and nutrition class. She could have worked her way up to a baker or something! So then again, back then, cooking didn't interest her. Eating did, but definitely not cooking. And even now, she can't bake anything properly. She sweatdropped at the thought and sighed mentally.

Anyway, glancing around in the bakery, she grabbed a tray and started picking out breads she wants to eat. After doing so, she headed to the counter to pay. Something caught her eyes in the display counter. A cake. Beautifully decorated. Bright and colourful, revealing the theme of a beach. She couldn't help but drool mentally at the sight. It wasn't just that either. The appearance made her fell in love with it almost immediately. And so, she bought it. She just wanted to have it. No, she needed to possess it, whether she will be eating it or just admiring it at home.

At home, she took out the cake, unwilling to dig her fork into the nicely decorated cake. She didn't want to destroy it: the beautiful scenery before her eyes. At that point, she knew what she wanted to do in life. She is going to become a baker or some kind. Or a cake decorator! She just must! She was interested in it. She was interested in something for once in her life. What a surprise.

Sora giggled as she finally decided to take a bite from it. Delicious! It was the first word to enter her head. And it really was. She continued eating … and ended up finishing it. She was amazingly full, but she didn't care if she gets fat or anything. She just couldn't shake that feeling off. It was … wonderful. She found her goal.

A week had passed, and she went through the same routine practically everyday. Yamato here, Yamato there. He was starting to become an eyesore, despite the fact that he is extremely handsome.

Sora sat at her desk, slumped as her head is on the desk, her eyes closed. Please … save me from this torture. Just then, her cell phone rang.

"Moshi moshi. Sora desu!" she said, content.

"Sora? Um hey .. I was just wondering if you wanna have lunch with Koushirou, Mimi and I." The voice on the other end said hesitantly. It sounded familiar. Then it hit her. Yagami. How did HE get her phone number! She sighed as she knows the answer.

"Sure. Where?" she asked. She just wanted to get out. She didn't care who she'll be with as long as it's not some blond.

Taichi told her, and they hung up. Sora stood up immediately, grabbed her bag and ran out. It is lunchtime, and there's nothing that needs to be done at the moment. Yamato is still posing for pictures for a magazine at the moment anyway. She's not needed here for now.

Driving around, she finally arrived at the place Taichi told her about: a dessert house. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the place. Great interior designs, and most of all, she could see beautiful pastries and desserts. Yum.

She looked around after entering, attempting to find the three. Finally she spotted them waving to her from a table near the middle. She waved back as she smiled and ran over, taking the empty seat beside Taichi.

"Hey Sora! Oh my gosh! You just HAVE to try out these cheesecakes! They're delicious!" Mimi exclaimed as she took another forkful and put it in her mouth.

Sora was convinced it was good. How else would they be able to stuff 'cheesecakes' in Mimi! She's always worried about her figure! Sora grinned as she dashed out of her seat, grabbing whatever she can see at the center where it holds all the food.

Taichi watched her as he smiled. He didn't know why, but he feels attracted to her. She just seems so … unique. He couldn't describe her using words at all. Still smiling, he rose from his seat and joined Sora's quest in getting food.

"Hey .." he started when he arrived beside her, both busy choosing what to eat, focusing their gaze on the food before them. Except that Taichi's gaze wanders to Sora's face from time to time that is.

Sora glanced at him for a moment before continuing what she was doing before. She replied a soft "hi" as she did so, the smile never leaving her face. It was hard to frown and get annoyed at someone when you're near such a big variety of different desserts and pastries. She doesn't seem to care who's with her right now. Well, maybe except for a certain blond.

"So …" Taichi started, trying to strike up a conversation to seal away the awkwardness. He couldn't help but wonder if she's still angry with him. Does that still bother her? He hoped not. "how's your new job?" Oops. Wrong thing to say.

Sora immediately stopped as she turned to stare at Taichi, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Are you mocking me, Yagami?" she demanded, obviously thinking Yamato told him something.

Taichi immediately brought up his arms in front of him, as if to defend himself. "Wah? Oh .. no no, that's not that I mean. I was just trying to strike up a conversation. It wasn't meant to be hostile at all." He answered nervously.

Sora's glare stayed on him for a moment before loosening up and she returned her attention back to the food while letting out a quiet sigh. "It better be." She stated simply.

Their conversation ended there. Taichi didn't dare saying another word after that. He didn't want to somehow offend her. It just seems like whatever he says always turn out wrongly. Why does that happen? He frowned mentally as he let out a sigh.

They soon returned to their table, enjoying their delicious meal. Sora was so full, but once again, it didn't bother her. Her figure never bothered her much.

"Hey Sora," Koushirou started. "If you like desserts and pastries and all so much, how come you didn't study cooking and food and all in University?" He paused before continuing with an advice. "Maybe you should go that path instead."

Sora pushed herself off the back of her chair as she brought herself forward, close to Koushirou's face. "That's exactly what I'm aiming for right now! I'm going to learn how to bake and cook and … and … and … all that jazz and open my own baker or dessert house!" Sora exclaimed, announcing her goal with a wide grin, obviously excited from the topic.

Mimi beamed as she looked at Sora. "Oh my gosh, Sora! That'd be great! Then I can eat as much as I want for freeeeeee! Ganbatte Sora!" she squeaked, seemingly even more excited than Sora herself. Taichi and Koushirou said nothing as they just sweatdropped.

"Hey Sora. You said you want to learn right?" Taichi suddenly asked, a sincere smile on her face. "I think I might be able to help you with that." He offered.

Sora stopped her chat with Mimi almost immediately as she turned to look at Taichi with glowing eyes. "For real! You know how to cook and bake and all or something, Yagami?" she asked excitedly.

"Umm .." Taichi started, rubbing his head. "Not exactly, but I know someone who can help you … possibly." He smiled.

"Who!" Sora breathed out, inching closer to Taichi.

"You see …" he started. "you know that famous baker? Umm ... her name is Aiba Sayuri I think."

"Aiba Sayuri! You KNOW her! Serious?" Sora asked, her yes bright and wide, surprised.

"Well, not really, but my friend, he's a reporter by the way, interviewed her a few days ago, and she said that if he ever needs anything, don't hesitate to ask, She seemed to really like my friend. Maybe it was because of his optimistic and initiative nature. I don't know, but anyway, so if you want, maybe I can try to ask him to arrange a meeting between us." He finished with the smile still on his face.

Sora was too shocked to be able to say anything; so all she did was nod with a wide smile pasted on her face.

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Author's Note: Done. I think I have quite a few grammatical mistakes here and there, but I'm in a rush right now (I still need to pack hehe :P), so I'm not going to proofread it right now. So please bear with me. Anyway, I hope everyone will enjoy their summer! Have fun!

Vocab:
Ganbatte -- good luck, keep it up, etc. (You get the point. I'm sure most knows this :D)

Neiro Yukiko