Title: Sora's Song
Title: Sora's Song
Chapter: 8
Author: BrandyChanelle
I awoke to the sound of the sweet chirping of the birds as I turned to look at the clock sitting beside Yamato's bedside. 7:27 I read as I stretched my arms above my head. The sun was beaming down on my body, filling me with a warm and gushy feeling that burst throughout my body. A smile crept upon my face, as sincere as I could have ever dreamed. There were faint noises of someone in the kitchen, possibly fixing a sandwich. That didn't surprise me though. Yamato had been the biggest eater that I had ever known, which surprised me and somewhat mystified me as to how he was able to maintain such a muscular figure- so well structured without a single flaw.
I watched as the tall, blonde male- messy hair and boxers- made his way into the room- but stopped at the door way, leaning against the frame. He modeled, flexing his muscles before taking a bite of his sandwich, peanut butter and grape jelly I assumed because that was his favorite sandwich. I laughed, watching as he made kissy faces at me in between each bites. Sitting up, I kept the covers close to me, feeling comforted by the gentle warmth that surrounded me. I smiled and said, "Hello, gorgeous…"
He finished up the last bit of his sandwich, made his way over to the side of the bed, and leaped on it. He crawled over to me and laid his head on my lap as he looked up at me. "Good morning…" He said, smiling at me. I played with his hair and kissed his forehead. Yamato had to be one of the most affectionate males that I had ever known. There was so much of a difference between the way that he kissed and touched to the way that Hiro had. While Hiro was rough and undeniably sexual with his loving, Yamato was soft and sweet- though he also had passion that I could never had experienced beforehand. It was so unusual waking up in the morning and knowing that I was still with the same sweet, sexy, and sensual- though very masculine- person that I was with the day before.
It had been approximately two weeks since Yamato and I had first had our first serious 'us' conversation. Needless to say, those were the best two weeks of my life. Yet, I did fear the upcoming day about two more weeks ahead because Mimi would soon be arriving back into town. Considering my procrastination of mentioning a word about Yamato and I, I knew that Mimi would be rather disappointed with me. The news had not been spread among anyone in the group. The only one that actually knew about Yamato and I having an unofficial relationship was Taichi, the one who had been there when Yama and I had that practically life changing conversation- and Kari- the one that I was staying with- at least for the present time. The rest of the group had not known about us at all. Despite the numerous avoided calls and surprise visits, and even the occasional friendly hugs and kisses, there was not a single bit of suspicion among the group. At least, none that I was familiar with.
Smiling, he brought my face down to his and kissed my lips. He stroked my hair with his hands and made the cover drop from my body. The camisole and boxer shorts that I was wearing was not exactly the warmest things that I could wear at the time. Though the afternoon was very warm, the morning was particularly cold. Then again, it was mid September, so it was not a surprise to me that it was cold.
He sat up and looked at me with a puppy dog face. I cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "What's wrong?" I asked, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. My hair was stringy, messy, scattered all over the place. And with the way that Yamato had been toying with my hair, it was only getting messier. That didn't matter though- not at the time.
Yamato simply smiled at me, unwilling to answer my question. There was a sense of reluctance that lingered in his voice- composed it, actually. I found that quite stirring as I watched the expression on his face turn. It seemed for a second as if the color in his face drained. I nudged him, trying to make him answer me. There was a sudden distance in his face that I had not seen before- not since that night at least. I whispered his name, causing him to look up at me. "I… I am just thinking…"
I cocked an eyebrow, concerned at his unspoken intentions. His thoughts were not accidental nor were they without purpose. He was always thinking, but I was never sure about what because he was extremely secretive with his life. "What about?" I asked, moving closer to him and crawling behind him while I played with his hair. "What are you thinking about?"
Yamato hesitated, biting his lip. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned against his back. "Nothing…" He said, shaking his head repeatedly. Pausing, he turned his face around to look at me. "Well," he said nervously. "That is not entirely true… I am thinking about… Tai mentioned something to me about a week ago, but I don't know why."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Taichi was the last person that we were ever about to listen to when we were kids. "What did he say?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist. I could feel his abs, his eight pack that I could not get enough of. I repeated myself, wondering what could have been bothering him.
"Well, he… never mind…" Yamato said, rubbing his temples. I started giving him a massage as I felt his back muscles tighten; there was so much stress weighing on his shoulders. He shook his head once more and said, "He said that Hiro came to his house… and said that he was going to get back. That was all he said… and he left."
I cocked an eyebrow, listening to every word that he said. In all the times that I had seen him before, Yamato had never been as stressed out- not even when we were faced with conflicts in the digital world. It was so peculiar that he had changed his disposition completely. "He would get back?" I asked, brushing a hand through his hair. "What did he mean by that, do you think?"
Yamato shook his head, but remained silent. He took my hands and wrapped them around his waist. It was a few minutes before he said anything. I figured that he knew, or had a slight idea, what Hiro had meant when he said that. "I am not exactly sure what he meant. I mean, it's Hiro. Who knows what he ever means?"
I cocked a brow at Yamato's curious disposition. It was true that Hiro was a very difficult person to read; quite often, there were misconceptions. He had not changed since last I saw him. I saw him multiple times because since he was in Yamato's band. The first time that he came into his house, he almost saw Yamato and I kissing, but we heard the door open in time. There were a lot of close calls regarding our relationship. We had not yet told anyone about 'us', though I did not know exactly why. I had never been against announcing our relationship, but I did not feel that anyone should make a big deal, but I knew that everyone would- especially Mimi.
I made my way out of the back of him and into the front of him, taking a seat on his lap. He smirked at me and kissed me. "What are you doing?" He asked, running his hands through my hair.
I chuckled, kissing him again before I got up out of bed. He watched me walk across the room as I pulled out a pair of jeans and a plaid corset tank out of his top drawer, some clothes that I had brought over. Since I spent a good amount of time at Yamato's as of two weeks ago, I had decided to bring a few tops and bottoms over to his house- non voluntary though. Yamato had suggested that to me; he had even brought some clothes of mine over to his house. Though I had not been too sure about his action, he proved it to be a wise idea on the day that we went paint balling and my clothes were not yet done drying. With Yamato, I had learned rather fast, that I had to be ready for everything. He was one of the most unpredictable souls that I had known; when it all came down to it, my years of last knowing him hardly meant anything, even though I once believed that they did.
Walking over to the bathroom, I took the clothes with me. I had to get ready for the day ahead of me because it was going to be a busy day, especially with the meeting that Yamato wanted me to go with him to possibly get him on tour. I was reluctant at first because I could not have imagined how it would look. The last thing that I wanted was for the news to get a hold of the information and possibly misconstrue the situation. That was what the media did- that was what it often did when I was with Hiro. Whenever there was a story to be made, the press would be there and create a story and then some. However, within a few days, Yamato had convinced me, bringing me a bouquet of lilies, my favorite flowers, every day that I had not answered him.
My relationship with Yamato had come as a big surprise to me at first, full of surprises around every corner. Though difficult and complicated my feelings had first sprouted, I had thrown caution to the wind when we had had a conversation about where 'we' were going. It was rather odd that I was glad that 'we' were not a 'we' at all because he and I had decided that none of that mattered. Whatever happened, would happen and there was nothing that we could do about it. Therefore, I knew that worries were no longer a setback. Though our relationship was complicated, neither serious nor a fling, we seemed to understand it. Yamato and I were on the same level of thinking, there was no denying that. It was comforting that I could have someone that understood me.
Starting the bathwater, I hung my clothes on the towel rack and pulled out all of my accessories and feminine products, the ones that Yamato had purchased for me. It was a very kind gesture, but I often wondered why he was being so accepting of such. From what I heard, Yamato had previously made no attempt to start a relationship, not a real one. And he had never put out any effort to initiate anything with a girl, which was quite the opposite in our situation. He had made almost all the work in trying to become a couple, even making a subtle suggestion through a joke that he and I could move in together. I had taken note of the sincere look in his eyes that the joke was, in all seriousness, a way for me to recommend that we could move in together, making me think that it was my idea. I chuckled at that thought. There was no way that we could actually do that. I was definitely not going to say anything like that given the fact that we had just started getting close to one another as of a week prior to the proposition. It was peculiar to me, not having to make all of the proposals in the relationship.
Placing all of my belongings on the side of the tub, I checked the temperature of the water. As I found that it was appealing, I got ready to jump into the tub and get ready for the day ahead of me.
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It had been an two before I was finished getting dressed. I had found myself in front of the mirror, observing my appearance, from my pale denim jeans to my black plaid corset tank. I had fixed my hair in tight curls, something that Yamato had personally asked of me. I was even more surprised when Yamato brought in a present that he said he had hand selected, Vera Wang perfume. I was not surprised at all though. Yamato always had very good taste in perfumes and scents. He said that he had been saving it all week, waiting for the appropriate occasion of giving it to me. Smiling in satisfaction as I finished applying the last touch, a mauve hue that glittered and shimmered on my lips, I walked out of the bathroom and walked into Yamato's bedroom to check to see if he was finished dressing yet. I had found out that he had already taken his shower in the morning, which meant he was, by far, ahead of me.
As I walked in his room, I saw a tall, decently dressed blonde man in a white three- quarter sleeved button down and a plain pair of dark stonewash jeans that was putting on a black leather belt. As I stood in the doorway, he looked back at me, hearing the click of my black leather boot heel. He looped the belt through the last hoop and made his way toward me, arms open. "Hey, you look absolutely striking," he said in a lower voice. His blue eyes narrowed on me and he wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck.
I smiled, feeling tickled by his breath on my neck. I brushed my hands through his careless hair and rested my arms on his shoulder. There was a satisfaction about just being next to him that I could feel running throughout ever vein in my body. "Thank you…" I whispered as I watched him pull away and give me a peck on the cheek.
As I heard the door open, I rushed out of his room and into the kitchen. Unless someone was good into the house, they were not able too good a view of the kitchen, which I highly doubted the person would. As I arrived in the kitchen, I turned to see a frowning Yamato. He made his way into the living room and looked to see who was there. "Taichi, what's up?" I heard him say in a rather forced genial expression.
I watched through the minor peep hole as Taichi smirked back and said, "Hey, Yama, what's kicking?" Yama shrugged and Taichi said, "Well, I was actually wondering if I could speak to Sor…" He made his way into the kitchen and approached me. I looked him up and down, observing his tidy appearance- a brown polo and light blue jeans- and amiable temperament. He smiled at me as he walked toward me and slipped in a hug. "Hey, Sora, could you come outside? I want a word with you…"
I nodded my head and followed him outside, wondering how he knew that I was at Yamato's house. As we walked out, he headed toward his red mustang, stopping at the front of it. I cocked an eyebrow and said, "So, what did you need to see me about?" I asked, crossing my arms.
Taichi smiled at me and brushed a strand of hair behind my ears. "Wow," he said, looking me up and down. "You look astonishing. Very sexy…" I pushed him and looked at him conspicuously, expecting an explanation. Getting the hint, he said, "Okay, so I want to talk to you about the interview today. I need to talk to you about the interview. See… See, Hiro suspects something between you and Yama…"
I furrowed my eyebrows and said, "What do you mean? There is nothing going on between Yama and I…" I cleared my throat and avoided looking at him. He cocked an eyebrow, looking at me humorously as if knowing that I was lying to him. I changed the subject hastily, "So what did you come to tell me?" I looked at him impatiently, as if expecting some major news regarding the interview, like it was canceled or something of the sort.
His once smiling face turned into a slight anger, as if he had become bitter and unwilling. He stayed silent for a while, staring at the ground. Then, as he turned his face up to me, he said, "Well, you just better be careful in the interview then. If you and Yamato… Well, just be careful. Don't say anything that might… well, come back on you."
I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip. "Taichi…" I said, rubbing my temples. I shook my head, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Kicking the ground, I felt something spring in my head, as if a light bulb had just turned on. Hiro wants revenge, I thought, staring up at Taichi. I nodded my head and said, "Thanks, Tai… I owe you a million times." I walked over to him and embraced him in a warm, long hug. He had just saved my life, for the millionth time ever.
Taichi pulled back and said, "Well, you watch out for yourself, Sora." He smiled and changed the subject hastily. "So, what's really going on with you and Yama? Are you guys together officially, or what?"
I chuckled and shook my head. I was not actually sure how to answer that. Our relationship was complicated- so much that the only ones that would understand it was Yamato and I. "That is none of your business," I said, playfully and pushed him.
He laughed hartilly and said, "Well, to be honest- in case you care- I have never seen Yamato act this way. I have known him for years and I have not seen him make this much effort until now." He smiled and stared me up and down. "I just don't want either of you getting hurt, Sora. And I can tell, no matter how many lies you guys tell, that you mean more to one another than either of you say…"
I shook my head, shocked at his little comment. I thought that he was implying something that I had not even thought about. I smirked and said, "Taichi, you don't know what you are talking about. Yama and I are complicated. We are just… just having fun for now- nothing serious."
Taichi rolled his eyes and said, "Sora, just be careful. Lies kill; you could be destroyed and left to drown in them. You need to watch who you lie to…" His face was stern and unmoving.
I chuckled, smiling at him as if it had all been a joke. However, I did take his words to heart, knowing that he was right about everything. I turned around hastily and hollered, "Bye and thanks, Taichi!" I laughed as I made my way hastily back into Yama's house. I had the worst craving to see Yamato, just hold him and talk to him; that kid of feeling had never occurred to me before- the emotion that it was life or death, the need to see someone. I opened the door and saw Yamato sitting on the couch, staring over at me with a huge smile. I made my way over to him and saddled him, staring into his eyes. "hey," I whispered, running my hands through his hair. As our lips brushed, I felt reassurance as I had never felt before- comfort and happiness.
Yama wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, breathing me in. I chuckled as I felt his short unceasing breaths against my sensitive skin. "Sora, I… I really like you…" He said, kissing me softly on my neck. "I really like you…"
I smiled, not knowing how to respond to him, only thankful that he had not said something else… the 'L' word. I kissed his forehead, making a trail down to his lips. "Yama…" I looked into his clear blue eyes, feeling moved by the deep emotion that was intertwined in his voice. "I really like you too…" I bit my lip, pulling him tightly against me. There was so much comfort in being so close to him- more than I had ever known with anyone. I could hardly believe that we had become so much in such a short time. At first, it was such a dubious transition. However, it soon became something that just felt natural- so easy and simple.
I got up from my seat, looking down at Yamato's watch as I realized it was an hour before the interview. I figured that punctuality would make a good impression on their managers, especially at such an important time in their music careers. Then again, the last thing that the boys needed was a reason not to get the tour- like possibly me holding them back. Knowing Hiro, he did not care about whether or not he punished anyone. All Hiro cared about was revenge. He was notorious for that. "Well, Yama," I said, pulling him up after I was able to fully stand up. "It's time to go. You can't be late!" I exclaimed, pushing him over to the door. I knew that if I did show up at the interview, Hiro would be waiting with a grimace and short of regrets as he exposed the drama and probably would have handled the personal issue unprofessionally. That was not a problem for Hiro. However, I knew that I could not impose on Yamato's future career and aspirations. So, smiling, I grabbed his wallet off the coffee table and handed it to him.
He cocked an eyebrow and said, "Sora, you are coming, aren't you?" He looked at me rather concerned and put his arms around my waist. Yamato looked at me, concerned about my hesitation. "Sora, why are you not coming? I want you there, I need you there…" He said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Yama…" I whispered, feeling him tugging on the back of my jeans. Yamato was so gentle with his touch, something that seemed very new to me. I touched his face, reaching up to kiss his lips. Considering the height difference, it was difficult for me to reach him, which often forced him to bend down to me. "I will see you when you get home, but you have to leave, okay?" I compromised, opening the door and grabbing his hand to make him follow me over to his car. Tardiness in the music industry was unacceptable, especially when it came to important meetings such as that. I handed him the keys, watching carefully around me. I knew that it would be threatening to his entire band if anyone saw us together. Hiro was the type to threaten someone's well being for his own spiteful reasons. I smiled and said, "I will be here when you return to your house, I promise!"
It took me by surprise when Yama hastily made his way over to me, pulling me in an embrace and kissed me. Though it was warm and so comforting, I pulled away, laughing it off. I knew that Yama did not understand, but I could not explain it to him at the time. The only thing that I could do was act like his good friend and hope that he was not too mad at me. He forced a smile, and I knew that he was feeling rejected by my uneasy façade toward him at the time. "Well, I'll see you later, then…" he said, unlocking his car door and slowly opening it. He took one last look at me before he took off to his way to the meeting.
I smiled, crossing my arms as I watched him head out of the driveway. He had been so patient with me the entire time that I was with him, and even though I knew that now was not a time that he wanted to, he was still so sweet and undeniably patient with my hesitation. He was truly one- of- a- kind. As he disappeared out of sight, I made my way into the house without another delay. I cleared my throat and closed the door behind me, looking around at the house. It was clean, well- taken care of. That was no surprise because Yamato was notorious for being the worst neat- freak that I or anyone had ever known. That was a bad habit that he had, cleaning morning, afternoon, and night. I was not as organized as him, though- not that I was messy or anything. Personally, I was not picky about how clean a room was, as long as it was not so dirty that it stank.
I crossed over into the bedroom, looking at the bed and how untidy the black silk comforter, something that Yamato had 'lying' around his place, was spread around. I walked over to the bed and started straightening it up, something that I knew that Yamato would appreciate when he got home. Because I was taking up his home space, I had to pull my weight. I thought for a second, trying to figure out the best way to repay him the favor and show him gratitude. Maybe… I thought, straightening up the bed and fluffing the pillows. Maybe I could make him dinner tonight… I smiled and exited the bedroom, making my way into the kitchen to look for something to cook. I knew what Yamato's favorite dish was- lasagna with French bread- which was very helpful because that was my expertise when I was living at home, but I was not sure if he had everything to make it with.
I crossed over to the kitchen to look in the pantry. Looking around, I saw almost everything I needed in a plentiful mass. The only thing that I did not see, which I knew could be found in the fridge and the freezer. As I grabbed everything out of the pantry, from the noodles, olive oil, garlic, onion, tomato, tomato sauce, parsley leaves, pepper, salt, and grated parmesan. I laid everything on the counter and pulled out a large pot, a baking pan, and set them next to the stove. I walked over to the freezer and pulled out the meat and got two different cheeses, setting them both next to the other ingredients that I got out from the pantry. Smiling satisfied, I reached for the pot to boil the lasagna noodles. However, I was stopped when the telephone rang. I waited for a little bit, debating whether or not I should even bother to check.
I walked over to the phone, but I decided not to answer it- just see who it was calling. Unfortunately, Yamato did not have caller I.D., which meant that I had to wait for the person to leave a message. It rang about five times until it came to the answering machine.
"Hey, Beautiful…" My heart skipped a beat as I heard Yamato's voice sounding soft through the speaker. "I was just thinking… and…" his voice faltered, as if he was trying to keep something from me. I bit my lip, listening intently. "Well, I think that maybe… Uh, never mind… I just sounded how stupid it sounded… So, I will just-"
I picked up the phone immediately, wondering why he was acting so peculiar. "Hello?" I said through the speaker. I could hear the overbearing concern in my voice, sure that he would as well.
"Hey…" He said, sounding surprised that I had answered. "What are you doing?"
"I am… cleaning…" I said, trying to hide the dishonesty in my voice. I wanted the dinner to be a surprise to him. "When are you going to be back?" I asked, realizing that I had to know when dinner had to be made. I did not want the lasagna to get too cold.
He laughed and said, "Well, I think that the guys want to go out for a drink later… Is that okay?" I smiled, saying yes as I heard the satisfaction in his voice. "Great, I think that I will be home around nine o'clock… Fine?" I agreed again, telling him to behave and be safe. I did not mind what time he was back, not really, because there was something in his voice and the way that he talked to me that made me believe that I was the only girl in his life. Something about that gave me an undeniable satisfaction. "So, I will see you, later tonight. I-I-I… I'll miss you…" He sounded as if he wanted to say something else, but I was thanking God that Yamato did not say it. Two weeks was too short, though I had known him my whole life. We were not even official yet.
I chuckled, listening to the faint breathing in the phone. "I will miss you too!" I exclaimed, smiling in the phone. I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and said, "So, I'll see you then!" As soon as he said goodbye, I hung up the phone and set it back on the charger. If he was going to be home at nine, then I would have plenty of time to get everything done. I smirked to myself, thinking about what else I could do for him… I looked in the pantry, searching for some chocolate. Looking up and down, I saw chocolate dip on the bottom shelf. I smiled to myself, thinking about the many options I had with the chocolate dip. I set it down on the counter before I looked in the fridge to find strawberries, knowing that those were his favorite fruit. I was happy that Yamato did not have any major allergies, just with oranges. Then again, I was not partial to oranges either- only the color.
Once I had everything that I needed for dinner and dessert, I turned and looked around, observing its cleanliness. It was not dirty either, which I figured was because Yamato got up early and cleaned… as usual. I made my way back to the bedroom, throwing myself on the bed. It was already ten o'clock, and I was rather tired. My eyes began to close as I felt rather heavy, not able to stay awake another second. Soon, I found myself drifting off to sleep…
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of the telephone's loud, obnoxious high pitched ring, making their way over to the clock that read 12:38. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as a loud yawn escaped my mouth. Stretching, I sat up and looked around. The sun was even brighter than it was when I got up in the morning, which did not surprise me. Mid- day was typically the time of day that the sun was brightest. I smiled, feeling a surge of emotion rush through me as I felt the sun's rays warm me.
With the telephone's sixth ring, I decided to get up and see who had called. As the answering machine came on, I heard a sickenly sweet female voice resounding through the speaker, "Hey, Mattie… What are you doing, sexy? I was just thinking about you… I got hot. So, call me tonight if you want to have some company…"
I gaped as I heard a moan slip though. "Slut!" I yelled, wanting so bad to slam the machine against the wall. I felt violated, as if I had just been harassed, cheated, or lied to. I had no reason to though, because Yamato and I had not been serious at all; then again, we were not just a fling either. I screamed once again, feeling the need to release my anger. Is that the kind of girls he really likes? I asked myself, folding my arms over, still staring at the machine. Is that what he has been fooling around with? Is that the real cause of his being late?
I waltzed into the washroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My curls were becoming loose and messy, leaving what seemed like a ragged mop on my head. I could feel tears burning in the corners of my eyes as I took a towel and wiped off my make up. I could not stand the sight of myself as I imagined what the girl on the answering machine looked like.
The picture of a tall skinny woman with plenty of sex appeal popped in my head, seductive and almost perfect to the touch. Blonde curly hair, no doubt. Emerald green eyes, entrancing and arousing. Perfect tan. Feminine, girlish persona. Probably a great dancer, seductive with the moves of a stripper.
I shook the image of a sexy blonde stripper out of my head as I ran over to the dresser in his room. At first, I started pulling out my clothes- determined to get out of his house. I had been a burden to him, probably nothing more than just some girl, a notch in his belt. However, as I glanced up in the dresser mirror, I slowly put the clothes back in, reaching a solution. If you can't beat them, join them, I thought. If that was really what Yamato liked, I could be that… I was determined to give him the best night of his life…
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I stared at the clock that read 9:34, dressed in my best lingerie, a black lacy bra with matching thongs and pin up stockings under a black lacy robe. Dinner had been set on the table about ten minutes ago and Dessert, being as easy as it was, was on the side of the bed on the table. I received a few calls from Yamato over the few previous hours, informing me of the interview, but not announcing whether or not the band was going to go on tour- mainly because he said that he did not know. The manager would tell him within the next twenty- four hours, he had said. Within the last conversation that I had with him, which was around nine o'clock, he had said that he was on his way back- sober and clean. Unfortunately, he said traffic was not turning out so well, which made me worry about when he would be home.
I jumped as I heard the door knob moving. I straightened myself up and made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room, settling myself on the couch, staring at the door. I smiled my sexiest as the door slid open.
A tall blonde made his way in through the door, not looking up though. Yamato shut the door behind him and as he looked up, his eyes wondered over to me, staring in shock. "S-S-S-Sora…" He stuttered, as if he was nervous. He backed up against the door, remaining silent as I walked over to him and embraced him in a warm hug. I could feel him shaking underneath me. "What- what is g-g-going on?" I started to frown when I did not feel his arms wrap around me, but stopped myself, guessing that he was too surprised to respond.
I smirked and planted a huge kiss on his lips, satisfied with his reaction. I had gotten just the reaction that I wanted. Who says you need that tramp? I thought to myself as I pulled back. I brushed my hands through his hair and repeated words that I had heard earlier… "Hey… I was just thinking about you… I got hot." I winced to myself. It was tragic to me that I had to stoop down to the level of a sexy tall blonde stripper, but if that was the kind of girl that Yamato liked, I had to change myself because I figured clumsy, short, and only decently attractive was not the kind of girl that he cared about.
Yamato gulped loudly, cocking an eyebrow conspicuously. As he was about to say something, I cut him off by kissing him and leading him to the kitchen. "I made your favorite, Yama…"
He stared in awe at what was before him. He finally found the words to say as he and I sat down for dinner. "Sora… You… Wow… I…" He started munching down on the lasagna on his plate, taking a few bites, sipping a glass of wine, that I had also conveniently placed in a fancy glass. I did not touch my food, but sipped down the entire glass of wine faster than he could. Once he was done, he looked up at me and took another sip of wine. Then, he said, "Sora, what did you… How did you… Why?"
I smirked, but did not know what to say at first. "Yamato, I just knew that you loved lasagna… And I figured that I should show you how much I care about you…" I got up from my seat, sat down on his lap and kissed him. He picked me up hastily and got up. I cocked an eyebrow and said, "What's wrong?"
Yamato furrowed his eyebrows and bit his lip. He took my hand and led me into his room. I smiled as I thought how much that blonde hooker would cry if she knew that he was not going to call her back. Yamato set me down on the bed and walked away, making his way over to his guitar case, reaching out a small box about one inch thick, one inch wide, and five inches long. I cocked an eyebrow, looking at what appeared to be a jewelry box. As he opened it, I saw a white gold necklace with a thin chain with a small heart diamond hanging on it. He smiled as he placed it around my neck. He got down on both of his knees and said, "Sora… I want to make us official…" I threw my arms around his neck as he fell to the ground. He smiled and I could see tears almost forming in his eyes. Once he managed to stand back up, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "Sora, I don't just like you... I-"
The phone rang before he could complete his sentence. It seemed louder than before, so loud that it cut off any chance for Yamato to complete his statement. He waited a few minutes and as soon as it stopped ringing and got to the answering machine, a familiar voice filled the air, leaving Yamato gaping as he looked horrified. "Mattie… Why haven't you called me back yet? I miss you. I am so hot for you right now…" A moan emitted from the machine once again. I hardened my face, not allowing tears to form in my eyes.
"Again?" I heard him whisper to himself. I could see the wheels in his head turning as he looked over at me, and said, "Sora, do you know what she is talking about?" I laughed nervously and shook my head, trying my best to lie. He nodded and settled with my answer.
I could tell that he was thinking about her, which made me feel as if I was an ant. There I was, making a total fool of myself. What the hell am I doing? I asked myself, staring at his distant self. As if I could compare to tall, blonde, and sexy… I got up, realizing that I had no chance of ever being with him; I would never truly be able to be with him. Especially with her… Who am I kidding?
Yamato snapped out of his trance as he watched me unpack my clothes from his drawer. "What are you doing?" He asked, getting up from the ground and walking over to me as he wrapped his arms around me. I didn't answer, didn't even acknowledge him. "Sora, talk to me. Please?"
I gulped, feeling my throat get dry. "Yama, I lied. I know what she was talking about. She did call earlier- moaning, saying she missed you, was hot for you… Hell, she even moaned!" I moved away from him, grabbing my purse from the floor and putting as much as I could in there. Yama stared at me as if I was something of a freak- an unusual species.
"Sora…" he said, pulling me away from my packing. He repeated himself once again, pulling me on his lap as he sat on the bed- sort of how a small child sits on an older person's lap innocently. He pushed my hair behind my ear and hugged me. Yamato hugged me and rocked me for a few moments. I could feel tears well up in my eyes. "Sora, I want you to be honest with me… Did you know about her calling earlier?" I nodded, unable to speak as I nearly choked on my tears. "Did you prepare this all because you were scared or because you care about me? Nod once for the first one and three times for the other." I faltered on this question, unsure of how to answer it. Technically, it was both… I nodded my head five times. He cocked a brow and said, "Both?" I nodded.
I turned to him, finally able to talk. "Yamato… I- I- I wanted to do something that would make you see how much I care about you… but when s- s- she called, I…"
He hushed me with a kiss and got up, setting me on the bed as he got down on his knees once again. I watched as he examined me. I could hear his mental judgments- knowing that they were all right about me. Yamato looked to the ground, running a hand through his hair in a dubious manner. "Sora… her name is Yvette. She is a part time stripper at a club. I met her about three months ago, hooked up with her two or three times, and never called her back. The last time that I talked to her was way before you showed up. She is nothing to me."
I cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. "So you don't want a perfect tall sexy woman with curly blonde hair and stripper moves?"
He furrowed his eyebrows at me and said, "How did you know?" I rolled my eyes. He shook his head and said, "Sora… no she doesn't matter. Look, I love you."
I gaped in disbelief, doubting my ears. There was no way that he had said the 'l' word. I felt tears forming in my eyes and got up from the bed, pacing back and forth. He watched from his seat on the floor. "What did you… What?"
He stood up and crossed over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and said, "Sora… I love you; I always have… You should know that." He kissed me and buried his head in my neck, pulling me unbelievably close to him. He looked back up at me and said, "Sora… I want you- all of you. Ever bit of you. I love you. And these past two weeks have been more than a dream come true to me. You don't even know; you can't…"
I cried even harder, not sure if that was even possible. As I looked into his eyes, the radio flipped on as if like magic as the song "I Can Love You Like That" by Boyz II Men resonated throughout the house. Yamato initiated a slow dance with me as the music played on and on. It was at that very moment that I realized what love was…