Title: Sora's Song
Chapter: 3
Author: Sacrifices-4-Luv
I stood in the bathroom, staring deep into the steamed mirror that was now completely fogged because of the hot shower that I had taken about thirty minutes ago. Since Kari was still trying to pick out my perfect outfit, I was stuck in a pink floral robe with a matching silky sash- something I wouldn't have normally taken a second look at- that Mimi had so kindly let me borrow, fixing my hair with a blowdrier and straightener. My black hair was completely drenched at the time, and I knew that if I let it airdry, it would frizz, kink-or even worse:curl.With this in mind, I knew that I was forced to fix my hair. But that was all right since it was actually my first time to see them all in such a long time.
My only wish is that I could have dyed my hair that familiar auburn color. . .
"Sora!" I heard Kari scream my name from the bedroom- she probably already picked out an outfit or something.
As I walked into the bedroom, I saw Kari staring at me with big bright eyes. Along with an outfit perfectly laid out on the bed. . .
"You never told me you had these?" She sqealed.
I looked on the immense full- sized bed and saw a pair of light blue stretch flare jeans, a cerulean satin pleated spaghetti strap top, and a blue jean jacket that matched the jeans. I figured that those were the main clothes she expected me to wear. But on the side I saw cerulean flip flops with decorative rhinestones on the straps. Those were the shoes that she had hand- selected for me.
The outfit looked adorable together, but I wouldn't have worn all that together unless it was a dead cold winter day- since I was a normally warm- blooded person. But I couldn't tell her that because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Then again, Kari had always been a strong person with good clothing taste. Maybe later in the day I could remove the hoodie and say that it was getting too hot to wear it. As for now, I simply smiled over at her and said, "Wow, you have all this planned out, huh?"
She smiled at me proudly and said, "Everything from the very last hair!"
I gave her a dumbfounded stare and said:"You are not doing anything with my hair. Right?"
She glared at me and snatched the tank and jeans up from the bed. Then, she said, "Sora, today is the day that we have to make an impression and to get reaquainted with old friends. By 'we', I mean 'you'. If you want change, then it's about time that we start having these dress- up days every now and then- without me having to convince you to dress up. . ."
My mind drifted off to those times with Hiro.
Yea, I used to dress up. That was probably why he left me though. Maybe I made him feel unimportant. I mean, after the first year, I began wearing baggy pants and shirts, occasionally skirts and tank tops. But it wasn't as if we did anything special. Then again, we might have if I had treated him like he mattered.
It was my fault.
I was lost for words. I knew that she was right, I just couldn't take in everything that she said. It was too much. But lately, I had been seeing and hearing too much of everything. So I wasn't all that surprised, either.
She knew that she had struck a cord too. Her face turned softer as she saw the tears welled up in my eyes. She rushed by my side to envelope me in a hug, trying to stop the tears. "Oh, Sora. I'm so sorry."
I quickly dried the tear and pushed her away- not in a rude way. It was simply to let her knoi that I could stand on my own. Slowly, I gained the strength to say, "No. Don't say that you're sorry." I began, walking back into the washroom as she followed me. Sighing, I started to speak again, though it was a bit of a whisper, "Today I want to be something different. I want to be someone different. I need to change, Kari." I turned to her as she stared at me with a look of intense sadness. I knew that she was trying to relate to me- but she couldn't. There was no way.
The silence that lingered in the air for what seemed for hours was disturbed as I cleared my throat and said, "So, why don't you leave the room for a little while I get changed into some clothes." I rushed her out of the washroom. "Tell the others that I will be out in another thirty minutes or so, okay?"
I arrived at my dresser to get some other personal items, while she parted and exited the room, shutting the door behind her quietly.
Today was the beginning of the rest of my life. And I wouldn't let this new day go to waste. I just couldn't There was so much that I had to do. And I couldn't and wouldn't let anyone- especially a former lov- no.
Especially not an ex boyfriend.
I graced my friends with my prescence in about twenty minutes later. I didn't know exactly how long- but it was less than thirty. Everyone was sitting on the couch, chatting amongst each other. There was Mimi and Taichi. Kari and a boy that looked like Takeru. A boy that looked like Davis and who I knew was Joe. I didn't see anyone else, though I had a feeling--
Hot breath breathed on me as hands covered my eyes. I was scared, yet at the same time I was comforted by this mysterious prescence. It was like some sort of blanket hovering over me. Yet, at the same time, I felt the need to run.
"Boo!" The voice whispered in my ear.
Immediately, a chill raced up my spine and I whipped around.
A tall, muscularmale stood before me. He had shaggy blonde hair, with bangs brushed to the side, partially covering his left eye that was a gorgeous crystal blue. They were like an ocean, or the deepest, clearest, and calmest sea.
As I stood there, dumbfounded, staring into his deep, gorgeous, entrancing blue orbs, the male enveloped me in a hug. I could feel his masculine figure press against mine. Suddenly, my mind forgot everything- like amnesia. I didn't know where I was, who I was, or who I was with. All I knew is that I felt untouchable. There was something burning deep in my gut that told me to run away. But in the back of my mind, I heard someone whispering gently for me to stay- exactly where I was- even though I wasn't quite sure where I was.
However, as I heard gentle whispers amongst each other, I knew immediately where I was, who I was, and who I was with. Everything that I felt had dissappeared- forever. . . at least that was what I was trying to convince myself of.
I pulled myself away and said, "Yamato. . ." I knew that wasn't much, but I was at a loss of words- and I felt as if I was going to fall any second. My knees were weak, and I wanted to yell at him for fooling me, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to squeeze a single word out.
"Sora. So it is true.You havecomeback toyour smallhometown. . ." Yamato said with a surprised tone in his voice. Sighing, he muttered out,"You finally found out you couldn't live without me?" A sly smirk played across his face.
Taichi laughed and turned to Yamato, adding to his comment. "Yeah, right. You only wished that you meant half that much to half the girls that you talk to!" He sighed. "Wow, the band you started up has really gone to your head, hasn't it?"
I stared at Yamato long and hard, hoping for an explanation. However, instead of comprehending the hint that I was trying to suggest for him to explain, he simply kept his eyes on Taichi andreplied tohim with, "Well I don't see your band's self- titled album on the top ten list of the nation's best albums!"
I gasped, remembering earlier that day. . . and those times on the phone withMimi when she would say,"oh, if only you could see Yamato. He's certainly managed to make himself even hotter over the years. Heeven has his own band!" Then, I wondered off to when I wason the phone withYamato, and he said that he had to get back to his band. Then, what Mimi said about him coming over.
So it is true. . .
When it was first mentioned, it didn't mean anything. It didn't seem so real.One of my best friends had actually become the one thing that I detested the most. How bizzarre did that sound? And ifthethought of Yamato- one of my best friends- being in a band- the one thing that I detested the most now-did mean anything, it only meant that I wouldn't go out with him. But I was trying to promise not to go out with any of the digidestined guys anyway. But now that I was with him- how he had embraced me with such comfort, I felt as if I was being lied to. And that look on his face- that overconfident expression. . . He had changed somehow- though I wasn't sure how. But it made my gut tighten. So, I kept a distance from him as I sat down on the couch and said, "Wow. . . Someone's awefully conceited, aren't they?"
He laughed, thinking that I was joking.
Three words.
Get.
Over.
Yoursef.
Slowly, he tried to sit next to me, which turned into a quickly failed attempt as I scooted away from him. Which- obviously- didn't work. Before I knew it, he was playing with my hair and said, "W- wow. So,you've dyed you're hair. . ."
I quickly snapped back, "So, what? Is it not good enough for you?"
He stared at me, confused and responded with, "No. I mean, yes. . ." He stumbled with his words, and I could tell that he was scheming up the right words to say- trying to charm me with some sort of line. I rolled my eyes, once again as he said, "Your hair is gorgeous. As always."
"Wow, Yamato. Trying to charm me with your lines now? Is this what you do with all the girls that you meet at first sight? No, just the ones that you've known for less than a minute." I said, getting up and disappearing into the kitchen.
As soon as I arrived in the kitchen and set my head down on the table. There was a pounding in my head that blocked me from being able to hear anything except the beating of my heart and the deep pound filling up my head.
"Sora. . ."
I felt someone's hands cup my shoulder as minty hot breath beat on my neck.
"Sora."
My head was lifted by a rough hand lifting up my chin. I saw my bushy haired friend- Taichi- standing before me, trying to provide me comfort. A slight smile tugged on my lips.
"Sora, what happened? What happened to make you fear us. . . him?" Taichi's voice was silent, as if he was trying to make it quiet so no one could hear, except for me and him.
I sighed, standing up. I walked over to the kitchen entrance staring at him.
He had a concerned look on his face, whispering to Mimi mainly. As he leaned toward her, his blonde strands partially covered his face. I guessed that he was still confused as he switched to talking to Kari.
She took a seat next to him, and he looked a little bit more relaxed. Little more calm.
Sighing, I turned toward Taichi. "To tell it, there can be only me and you."
He nodded his head as we paced ourselves out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I could feel their judgemental eyes burning in the back of my head. I knew that they were thinking things about me- maybe how cynical I was. Maybe that I was mental. I didn't care though.
I felt like I was about to have a mental breakdown at the time anyway.
It was not until a good few tissue boxes, some smeared make- up, and a few hours later that we came out from my room. Even though I described it all in short details- which he and I both knew was better since I was already pouring out my soul to him, I felt as if I was being ripped apart so hastily as the words came out. I was telling my life- my history- for two whole years.
And he listened. He was hanging on by a thread- seeing what I saw, feeling what I felt. Well sometimes. . .
I was surprised at how sweet and comforting Taichi turned out to be. He was probably trying to protect his reputation that he hard- earned in the group.
It seemed as if that knucklehead could be a better listener than he led on. . .
As we ascended the stairs, we saw that the other digidestineds were watching a movie- a comedy it seemed.
Yamato looked over at me and gave a weak smile from where he was sitting. I didn't want to go. But Taichi pushed me, and tickled me, trying to get me to smile- as if in response to Yamato's attempt to get me to smile. A weak one even.
I did to, biting my lip to try to stop myself from laughing.
I soon heard Mimi call out, "Hey, Taichi, Sora! Are you two okay? You guys were up there for a long time. You two had better have kept your hands to yourselves."
Believe me, we did. . .
Taichi, knowing that I was too weak to speak at the moment, said, "Well, Sweetie,I had to brutally fight her off of me! You should have seen how she looked at me! But I stayed faithful to you!" He gave her a proud smile, flashing his pearly whites.
Mimi laughed at his comment, knowing that I had never been attracted to Taichi. Well, never too attracted. I had always had my eyes on- well- Yamato. "I'm sure you did, sweetheart. Now, come sit with me," Mimi commanded.
Taichi flashed an even bigger smile- if at all possible- and rushed over to be by Mimi's side, leaving me to face the group alone. Good ol' reliable Taichi.
But I saw Yamato twitching in his seat uncomfortably as I finished the last stairs. I watched him get up and walk over to the door.
"Whereareyougoing?" I said in a quick rush that joined all the words together into one big word.
He was silent for a few minutes, placing his eyes anywhere but on me, as if trying to avoid eye contact- possibly searching for an excuse as well. Then, he looked up from the ground- looking in my direction, but not at me- and said, "The. . . uh. . . studio needs me and the band to get together to. . ." he paused and pushed out, "doademosong."
Quickly, he opened the door, but I said, "Wait!" He narrowed his eyes down at me as I walked over to him. He kept silent and I could feel all of the other's eyes still burning in my back. But I didn't steal a peek behind me to glare at them. I just walked over to Yamato and stepped outside with him, shutting the door behind me.
I walked Yamato over to his slick, silver mustang and we stood outside of the driver's side of the car. He was still getting his keys out from his pocket. As he picked them out and was about to open the door, I stopped him, grabbing the keys from him.
I sighed, staring at him. He had changed so much appearace- wise. His hair was still blonde, but shaggy now. His jeans were well fitted- not too loose, but not too tight- just tight enough to show the shape. He was wearing a black muscle shirt that was tight enough to show off his six- pack abs and a leather jacket, showing off his big, tight biceps.
I thought for a minute. About his appearance. It had changed so much. And still. . .
The shy boy is still in you. I thought back a few minutes ago, how he had felt so uncomfortable, and so. . . well- shy- to be around me that he was suggesting to leave.
His blue eyes stared down at the ground and had a frown pasted across his face. I thought that he was trying to avoid looking at me since I wouldn't stop staring. Finally, he said, "Look, I think that maybe I did something-"
I cut him off by placing a finger to his lips. Then, I pulled back and leaned against his car, right next to him and said, "It's nothing that you did. It's Hiro. . . Hiro Miyazaki."
"H- Hiro?" Right then I knew that something was wrong. The way he said his name- so casual. It was like he had said it many times before. Many, many times before. And I wasn't sure how he was associated with Hiro- but this definately wouldn't be the most pleasant conversation of his life.
I cocked an eyebrow, and said inquisitively, "What is that name worth to you?"
Yamato's eyes fell to the ground. "Umm. . . umm. . ."
I snapped quickly, "WHAT IS THAT NAME WORTH TO YOU?"
There was a look of pain, confusion, and anger across his face. It scared me and I knew right away that this conversation wouldn't pass well.
For the first time in the past four hours, his gorgeous blue eyes met with mine, a deep sincere look in them. All his defenses were down, and I knew that any minute now, he would be pouring his heart out. I was breathtaken at how beautiful they were. Yet, at the same time, I kept a weak defense up. He managed to stumble out with a soft, weak tone, "Get in. . . We need to talk. . ."