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The Taming of Sora

Sora used to be fun and outgoing, she used to like talking and being bubbly, but then it all stopped. Maybe it had to do with the loss of her mother, maybe the reality that she had to play mom to her younger sister, maybe just teenage life. Whatever it was, it changed her. Mimi changed too, though she remained kind and slightly air-headed, but gained one thing she didn't need before, popularity. She wanted to date boys, it wasn't like there was a lack of possibilities but it was a common known fact that the Tachikawa girls weren't allowed to date. Their father was Mr. Over-Protective, come with in ten feet of either one of his daughters and you won yourself a one way ticket to the grave.


Chapter Two: Enter Matt

"Hey buddy, I can't be that bad. It will be like all the other times."

"No, it won't Dad. I promise."

"I hope so Matt. See you at home later. Look on the bright side, your brother goes here."

"Yippee," Matt said rolling his blue eyes and getting out of his father's car.

"Go to class, kid."

"Get to work, old man," Matt joked in return, hiking up the strap on his backpack. He pushed his long hair out of his face and winked at his dad.

His father smiled at genuine wrinkled grin of his. Matt nodded and looked up at the huge red brick building. This was Akira Odaiba High School, home of the mighty Hawks. This school was so big that Matt didn't doubt it had wings. He could imagine getting his schedule and seeing that his math class was in the east wing. A dry laugh slipped through his lips.

Matt wore his tight dark blue jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt, black and white Chuck Taylor's on his feet and a thin scarf wrapped around his neck. His blonde hair shined in the sunlight and his blue eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. A few girls threw him suggestive smiles but Matt ignored them. He made his way over to the mahogany double doors where many students were already filing through. Above the door the words "Penetro totus ye quisnam peto scientia" were engraved in a brass plate.

This was going to suck. It was inevitable. But he had brought it upon himself. He messed up one time too many. The only option after this was military school. Matt huffed his irritation and walked in.

The hallways were white with blue lockers lining both sides. A large mural of a hawk was painted on the wall opposite the administration office. A smiling woman stood behind a counter helping students, Matt approached her and removed his sunglasses. "Hi, I'm new here. I'm supposed to pick up my schedule."

"Sure thing, sweetie. Name?" she asked pleasantly.

"Ishida, Matt. Sorry, Ishida, Yamato." He flashed his trademark grin at the woman and she looked flustered for a moment.

"Okay, well let's see here." The kind woman typed his name into the computer and called up his file. Her eyes widened and she glanced at him unexpectedly. "Well, Mr. Ishida, the counselor would like to see you before you go to class. She has an appointment right now, so you why don't you take a seat and we'll call you when she's ready." She pointed out a worn out leather couch near the door and Matt sat.

He was used to this response. It was the kind of reception he'd come to accept. He was a screw up in every sense of the word. He'd been kicked out of six high schools in the past three years. This was lucky number seven. His record was horrible. Fights with students as well as teachers, stealing, racing, dealing, gambling. Matt wasn't proud of the things he'd done. The last time he was in court they'd warned him about his next offense. They had told him there were no more second chances. So he was determined. This time would be different. It had to be.

He sat back against the couch and put on his ear phones, softly he began to hum along with the tune of the song. Matt lazily thought back to the last school he'd went to. That place was nothing like this. Chuckling lightly, he opened his eyes to see a redheaded girl sitting on another chair. She was wearing baggy jeans and a red muscle shirt with the words, "Men = Pathetic Dogs" across her chest. He smiled at her.

"Bite me," she said, glaring daggers at him.

Matt shrunk back slightly as the girl stood and walked into the counselor's office.

"Ah, Sora. Good morning. How are you doing this fine day?"

"Well considering you are taking up valuable moments of my precious time, I'm just peachy," Sora answered sarcastically.

"Must you be so negative?"

"Honestly," Sora sighed sinking into the chair she now occupied, "yes. Look, it is pointless for us to continue these meaningless appointments. I'm not going to talk to you about my feelings and the turmoil of my life. We only get fifteen minutes anyway. How about we just say that we meet everyday, I can leave and not come back, and you can say that I have deep psychological problems due to the emotional stress my father exerts on me and the difficulties of dealing with an over-dramatic, egotistical sibling."

The woman gave Sora a reproachful look but decided she'd rather not deal with Sora Tachikawa any longer. "Fine."

"Alrighty then." Sora hopped up from her seat and grabbed her bag.

Matt laughed, he had heard the short conversation between the consoler and the red head, Sora.

Sora scowled at Matt's friendly smile and rolled her brown eyes, "She's ready for you, Blondie."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Matt said, but Sora was already walking out of the room. He rose from his seat and walked into the counselor's office. "Excuse me?"

The woman had large horn rimmed glasses and frizzy brown hair, her blotchy skin repulsed Matt, and her yellow toothed grin made him cringe. She was sitting behind a computer screen at her desk, the clicking sound of the keystrokes as she typed filled the small office. On the walls were many pictures of cats doing various activities.

Matt grunted and finally got the woman's attention. She looked up, her eyes slightly magnified by the glasses, "Well hello Mr. Eee-shee-daah."

"Ishida."

"Same difference. My name is Ms. Hana, I am your counselor. Let's look over your record and get an understanding of who you are as a person." She typed his name onto the screen and pulled a thick manila folder out from a draw under he desk. "Quite the impressive record you have here, six schools in three years. Matt, by looking over your transcripts it shows here that you are a very good student. You are just lacking drive. Let's hope we can change that."

"Yes, Ma'am." Matt nodded.

"Cut the crap kid. Don't fuck up here." Matt was stunned by her words and didn't move. "Get out."

He nodded quickly and walked out of the office.

The secretary handed him his schedule and smiled. "This is Koushiro Izumi, he will be your guide around school." She motioned to a student with red hair and dark eyes who was wearing dark jeans and a long sleeved plaid shirt.

"Hey. Well you can call me Izzy. Let's start shall we," the guy said pleasantly and walked out the door. "So where you from, Yamato?"

"It's Matt," Matt interjected coolly. "Last place I lived was Okinawa."

"Oh, that's cool. So if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?"

"Got kicked out," Matt replied.

"Uh, sorry, man. I didn't know," Izzy said.

"A don't worry about it. And thanks for showing me around. Usually they send some computer club geek to give me the grand tour, ya know?" Matt laughed as they turned down another hallway.

A younger looking student in khaki shorts and a collared shirt with a pocket protector walked toward them smiling. "Hey Iz, what time is AV club meeting today?"

Izzy waved the kid off and smiled uneasily at Matt. "Must have me mistaken with someone else. Let's go out to the courtyard shall we." Matt laughed at Izzy but followed.

They walked out into the bright sunlight. The courtyard was a busy mess of students. People were hanging out, doing school work, kicking a soccer ball around, laughing and yelling to friends across the large space.

"Here we are. This is the social capital of the school. Over there you have the preppy rich kids," Izzy pointed out a table where a few girls were nearly throwing themselves at a guy with blue hair. "The jocks and cheerleaders, the punks, the Asian leaders of tomorrow, the emo kids, the weirdoes," here he pointed to two guys, one with dark black hair and another with wild brown hair who was smoking a cigarette and shooting people with a water gun.

"Then there are the smart, not geeky, nice people are over here," Izzy motioned to a table where people were talking and copying notes from each other.

Matt nodded taking in the different groups of people. He couldn't pinpoint one where he felt he fit in, so he figured he's just hang out with Izzy. During his scan though the many student he seen her.

A girl with cream colored skin and long brown hair. She was wearing a yellow summer dress and matching high heels. Her hair was styled in bouncy curls that swayed in the gentle breeze. She turned around as if someone called her name and smiled. Matt stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her face. High cheek bones, a small nose, large but not too big light brown eyes, thin eyebrows and baby pink lips. She wore very little make up from what Matt could see. But her smile was holding his attention. "Who is she?" he breathed.

Izzy turned to look at the point at which Matt had focused all of his attention. Izzy laughed. "That my friend is Mimi Tachikawa. A junior. An elite."

"Is she single?" Matt inquired. Tachikawa, why does that sound familiar?

"Yes, but that really doesn't matter. See that jerk over there with the blue hair," Matt nodded, "Well that's Joe 'I'm an asshole' Kido and he has been trying to get Mimi to go out with him for the past year and a half."

Matt looked Joe over and laughed, "Well I can see why she wouldn't want to. That guy is a dork. No offense man."

"None taken," Izzy replied nonchalant. "Besides Mimi is shallow and self absorbed. She isn't the brightest apple of the bunch either."

"She's beautiful though."

"Beauty with no brains. Go figure." Izzy chuckled at his sarcasm.

It was at this point that Mimi walked by with another girl, this one with long straight purple hair.

"Hey Miya?" Mimi asked.

"Yeah, Mimi."

"Would you tell me if I looked fat in this dress?" Mimi inquired.

"Not to your face."

"Thanks Miyako, you're the best."

Miyako nodded appreciatively. "You're welcome."

Mimi's expression grew bright as she exclaimed, "Hey Miya, so I got that new Gucci bag we seen at the mall. And I love it, way more then my Fendi one."

"But I love my Fendi purse," Miyako said sadly.

Mimi giggled. "That's because you don't have a Gucci one, duh."

"I rest my case," Izzy said triumphantly.

"Shut up," Matt sneered. "She's great."

"Well Matt, you can forget about it. It is common known fact that the Tachikawa sisters are not allowed to date. Sorry, buddy."

"Sisters?" Matt cocked an eyebrow, "So you're saying is more than one of her?"

"Just one. Sora." Matt looked shocked at first, and Izzy smirked. "Yeah, Sora, and let me tell you, she is a total you know what!"


A/N- Well it's always great to hear what you guys think. I know that this seems very slow, but it will get better. Don't forget that this is Taiora, so there are some good surprises in store. Thanks again. Please review.
Matt and TK's parents are seperated, Matt lives with his dad, obv. And the sign above the building says, "Enter all ye who seek knowledge."