Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Playing the Part ❯ A Little Pressure Never Hurt ( Prologue )

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Playing The Part


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Playing The Part



Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Unless
Tolei wants to trade the rights to digimon for a rubber chicken… *gets down on
knees and begs* (Please?) It, sadly, won't ever be mine.



A/N: Wowee! I wrote a
digimon fic! And it's Sorato / Yamora, I'll have no complaints, if you like
Taito or Mimato, this is definitely not the place to be! This is my very
first digimon fic (I am NOT Smeegee-san.) and reviews are always welcome! (In
fact, they're a must! Review the fic!!) It looks like it's gonna be a
multi-parter too! (Scary…) Without further ado, I present: 'Playing a Part'!



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~* Prologue: A Little Pressure Never Hurt *~



"You want me to what?"
Ishida Yamato, resident 'Mr Cool' of Odaiba High School, stared at the deputy
principal in disbelief.



"Mr. Ishida, you
leave school next year. Your school records show no school involvement
whatsoever! How is this going to reflect on you when you try to get a job?"



"You've already said
that." Yamato waved a hand dismissively, "What I don't get is why I can't be
involved in some other school activity."



Hamasaki-sensai
sighed, a diploma in teaching and he spent all his time arguing with stubborn
teenagers, "There is nothing else. We are nearing the end of the school
year; it's the third term! If you'd decided to take something up at the start
of the year this would not be a problem. Look, you won't even have to
audition."



Yamato just shook his
head, "It's not the auditioning. I'm not really into this kind of stuff.
Music's more my thing. I've got this band -"



"Mr. Ishida, frankly
I don't care what's 'your thing'! You need school involvement on your record!
You are going to get involved!"



"I get passable
grades. Why do I need involvement?" Yamato countered stubbornly, "It's not really
going to help me."



"To show future
employees that you're a team player, that you get involved. You don't go
anywhere in this world without being a team player these days." Hamasaki-sensai
rubbed his temples tiredly, obviously getting a headache.



"But -"



"No more 'but's, Mr.
Ishida. I will see you next week, on Monday. Hopefully, the rest of the cast
will be decided by then. Thank you." Hamasaki-sensai skilfully manoeuvred the
protesting teen out the door, shutting it in his face. Then, the deputy
principal sat down, opened his drawer and pulled out his bottle of
extra-strength Panadol and pouring out a glass of water.



"Kami-sama, why did I
ever decide to be a teacher?"



Outside the door, the
tall, blonde, boy found himself staring at the bronze nameplate. He was still
in shock at finding himself in this situation. Glowering, he stuck his hands in
his pockets.



"Damn." He muttered,
stalking away.



(*)(*)(*)



"No way!"



A few heads turned
towards the tennis court where the vehement cry had come from. Takenouchi Sora
sweatdropped, blushing slightly, she attempted to cover her embarrassment by
pretending to be busy putting her tennis racket away.



"Please, Sora? I
really don't wanna go all by myself!"



"No. No, no, no, no!"
She looked at her friend in surprise, "Why are you asking me anyway? There's
gotta be someone else who'll go with you."



"It'll be fun, Sora!
Please come?"



Sora sighed at the
whining tone; "It'll be fun for you, Asa-chan. Not me." She gestured
towards their surroundings, the school tennis courts, "If you haven't noticed,
I'm more of a sports person."



"That's why it's so
great!" Asami chirped happily, "You don't really want to get in and I
just want someone to audition with me. This way, you won't ruin my chances of
getting a part, and I don't have to go all alone! Isn't it perfect?"



Sora bit back a
cutting remark, reminding herself, as she did constantly, that it wasn't
Asami's fault she was a complete self-centred airhead. Is this why I stopped
hanging out with girls? That was a challenge if ever she heard one, she'd
audition and she'd be better that her 'friend'. She smiled sweetly, "Okay
Asa-chan, I'll come with you. What do I have to do?"



(*)(*)(*)



"Why do I let myself get talked into
these things?" Sora questioned out loud, as she paced up and down the small
hallway.



The door opened and a
grinning Asami stepped out, "I did great!" Her proud smile faltered for a
moment, "I think…" Sora was too busy dealing with the butterflies threatening
to take wing in her stomach to pay much attention to her friend. "You'll be
okay, don't worry about it." Asami continued, attempting to calm her friend
down, "You don't really want a part anyway, right?"



Sora had to fight the
rising sense of nausea, "Right. I don't want a part anyway." Surprisingly, the
thought didn't make her feel any better, she forced a smile, "I guess it's my
turn."



"Good luck!" Her
friend chirped energetically, "Oops! I forgot! It's bad luck to say that! Break
a le-"



The door shut on
Asami's smiling face, cutting off the rest of her sentence. Sora found herself
standing in the school hall, she took another deep breath. I don't really
want a part. She told herself. So it's okay if I suck. What am I doing
here? If I don't want a part I shouldn't be here! This is crazy, insane, utterly
-



"Takenouchi Sora?"
The voice cut through her rambling thoughts.



Her eyes fell on the
teacher sitting behind the desk in the front row. "H-hai." She stammered, she
had seen him around school, but didn't know him.



"I'm Takani-sensai, I
teach drama at school." He gestured towards the stage, smiling slightly, "Don't
be nervous, just get on there whenever you're ready. Just to let you know,
we'll be videotaping this so we can look at it later."



For the first time,
Sora noticed the camera set up at the back of the hall. Breathe deeply…
breathe deeply… "That's fine." She was quite proud of the fact she'd
managed to say it without stuttering. A script was placed in her hands and she
found herself standing in the middle of the stage. She resisted the urge to
throw up. Kami, how do people make a living out of this?



Takani-sensai smiled
reassuringly, "Whenever you're ready, Sora." He picked up his pen.



The butterflies had
taken wing, she sincerely wished they hadn't. A blush rose to her cheeks as she
realised how stupid she must look, standing, gaping on stage. Opening her mouth
she began to read.



"Romeo, Romeo,
wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father…"



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A/N: There you have
it! The prologue, written entirely in school, between classes. I hope you liked
it. I got the idea from my school production, which was Romeo and
Juliet. (Not that I had a big part or anything…) So that's how I know parts of
the script. It will get more romantic, I promise! I'll try to get the next part
out soon, in the meantime…review! I write better when I get inspired, I get
inspired by reviews. *Hint hint* Sorry if any of the spelling or anything is
wrong…I'm looking for a beta reader, I'd ask Smee-chan, but she's very
anti-Sorato, and very busy. Email me at: smabbi@hotmail.com
if you want to do it. (Or if you have private comments ^.^) Ja!



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