Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Playing the Part ❯ Of Break-ups, Make-ups and Kisses ( Chapter 3 )

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Playing The Part


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Playing The Part



Disclaimer: Me no own
Digimon…though I'd like to own Yamato…



A/N: Thanks to all
the people who reviewed! (If you didn't, shame on you! I'll sic Yamato with bad
hair on you if you don't review this one ^.^) Uh, sorry this one has taken so
long to get out, I've actually had it all written, but I've been so busy with
school that I haven't had a chance to type it up. *sweatdrops* Heh, oh well,
enjoy it! P.S - Sora's Twin, thanks for the suggestion, I would have used it,
only I already had the next part written up! *sighs* Keep suggesting though,
you never know when I'll get writer's block! Thanks again!



(*)(*)(*)



Chapter Three: Of Break-ups, Make-ups and Kisses



Sora rearranged the
roses on display for the fiftieth time.



"Ow!"



She glared at the
offending rose, a ruby red drop of blood was beading on her finger. Frowning,
she stuck the bleeding finger in her mouth, Have I ever had a worse day?



Yamato reacting so coldly had just been
the icing on the cake, she'd been late to school that morning, received a
disastrous mark on her calculus test, receiving yet another assignment and had
worn her brain out trying to figure out a problem in her chemistry assignment
that was due tomorrow. She had never been so relieved when the bell rang for lunch,
and she had never been more embarrassed when she tripped and fell down the
steps in her hurry to get out of physics. To top it all off, she had forgotten
about her Japanese test, she was almost positive she had flunked it. After
school she had had to race back to her maths room to ask her teacher some
questions about her assignment and had been late for rehearsal. Then, Yamato
had brushed her off when all she had been was worried about him.



The store bell
jingled, startling her out of her thoughts, Sora cursed softly under her
breath, removed her finger from her mouth and turned to face the customer. She
found herself looking into a set of amazing blue eyes, "I-uh-Yamato…" she
stammered, caught off guard. He was the last person she had expected to
see, she took a deep breath to regain her composure, "Can I help you?" She
asked coolly.



"I-well, you see, um
- I'mreallysorryaboutwhathappenedearlier," he said in one breath.



"Nani?"



"I'm really sorry
about acting so coldly towards you earlier," he repeated softly, "I shouldn't
have reacted like that, you were only - Sora? Are you okay? You look kinda
flushed…"



Self-consciously, she
raised a hand to her cheek. He was right, judging from the temperature of her
face, she was probably fire engine red by now, "I'm fine, I've just never, ever
heard you apologize to before."



"What's that supposed
to mean?" He asked, somewhat indignantly.



She grinned, "It
means, my friend, that you are a stubborn, hard headed, idiot."



"Hey! I'd appreciate
it if you didn't mistake me for Taichi," he protested, "I'm the cool
one, remember?"



"That still
remains to be seen, Mr. Cool," she teased, giggling slightly, "All you do is
play in a band!"



"No autographs,
please," he said, unconsciously quoting himself, "Just get in line and you can
take a picture."



She elbowed him,
laughing properly now, "You are so full of it, Yamato!"



He smirked, "I
wouldn't be me if I wasn't," his expression sobered, "I am sorry, Sora.
I don't want you thinking that I've forgotten the real reason I came here. I
was just pissed at the world in general, and took it out on you."



She stared at the
ground for a moment, "You know, Yamato, I'm probably the only girl in
school that doesn't want to be your friend just to get with you. I'm your friend,
we've been through a lot, and you bite my head off just for trying to be
a good friend and caring about you."



"I'm sorry, I know it
really doesn't help, but I honestly am," he gave her a small smile, "I even got
Taichi to beat some sense into me." He gave her a pleading look, blue eyes
wide, "Forgive me?" He asked, holding his arms out for a hug.



She had to,
especially when he gave her that look, it was his tried and tested,
patented, 'You know you love me and you want to forgive me…just cuz you love me
so much' look. "Okay," she sighed, "I really, really hate that
look, y'know that?"



"Yay!" He cheered,
hugging her, "We're cool?"



"We're cool," she
said affirmatively, returning the hug, "You really got Taichi to
beat you up?"



He grinned, "Not
without getting a few good hits in myself!" He said proudly, "He messed up my
hair, I made him pay."



"I don't know what to
do with the two of you," she said, half affectionately, half exasperatedly.



"You sound like my
mom."



"Shut up," she said,
whacking his arm gently, "Now, get out of here, I have to close up."



"I'll see you at
school then…mom," he smirked, turning to run when it looked like Sora was going
to throw a potted fern at him, "Ja!"



She laughed, watching
him run away, "Ja!" She called, waving, "You baka…" she murmured, still
laughing, relieved that everything seemed to be okay again.



(*)(*)(*)



"Okay, try it again."



With a groan, Yamato
lay back down, "How many times do we have to do this?"



"Until they get their
lines right," Takani-sensei replied, tersely, "Will you please lie
still, Yamato."



Yamato shot one more
annoyed glance at his 'parents' and 'cousin' before resting his head back on
the floor. Bored, he began to tap his fingers rhythmically on the wooden
platform his was lying on.



"Yamato!"



Oops. He winced, probably not a good idea to make
Takani-sensei even more worked up. Tiredly, he shut his eyes, lately he'd been
having trouble sleeping, his days were packed full with school, rehearsal and
band practise. To top it all off, Teenage Wolves were supposed to be playing a
concert that weekend, and they weren't ready. Of course, the main things
keeping him awake were his dreams, he could never remember them, but they
certainly weren't restful, causing him to toss and turn all night. If only-



"YAMATO!!"



"Huh?!"



Takani-sensei looked
ready to scream, he took a deep breath, evidently, this wasn't enough as he
took several more soon after, "That was your cue."



"Oops, are we going
to do it again?"



There was a vein
pulsating on Takani-sensei's forehead, Yamato had never noticed it before, it
really made his teacher look deranged.



"No, we are not going
to go over it. We've gone over time as it is, we're supposed to be rehearsing
with the Capulets now. Montagues, Benvolio, go home, we'll pick this up
tomorrow."



For the first time,
Yamato noticed Sora sitting in the front row, reading her script intently, he
grinned evilly, sneaking up on her.



"Boo!"



"AHHH!" She yelped,
throwing the book in the air, unfortunately for Yamato, it smacked him on his
forehead, "You baka!" She yelled, glaring at him.



Yamato rubbed his
forehead in pain, "You didn't have to throw the book," he whined pathetically,
"There's gonna be a bump there now!"



"Aww, poor baby,"
Sora teased, "Has poor Yama-kun got a boo-boo? Want me to make it all better?"



Summoning up the most
pathetic expression possible, Yamato nodded sadly, "Yes pwease, mommy."



(*)(*)(*)



She leaned in, close
to his face, close enough to smell his cologne, her heart fluttered wildly in
her chest, What the heck is wrong with me? He's just my friend and we're
just goofing around, this should not be affecting me this way… It
seemed like a million butterflies had just taken flight in her stomach.



(*)(*)(*)



Yamato's heart
stopped, before resuming a frantic pace, She's… so… close… He could feel
her breath on his skin, smell her shampoo, I- why am I reacting like this?
It's just Sora… Her lips were so close to his skin… it was driving him
nuts, I- it's just Sora…



(*)(*)(*)



She placed a gentle
kiss on his forehead, it seemed to last an eternity, then she pulled back,
looking into his deep eyes, she forced a smile, "All better?" She asked, hoping
he wouldn't notice how choked her voice was.



"Y-yeah…" he blushed
slightly, Her lips are so soft…



"TAKENOUCHI! Get on
stage, now!"



The awkward moment
broke and Sora ran up the steps to the stage. Yamato's eyes lingered on her
retreating form for a moment, then, regaining his composure, yelled after her,
"Thanks, mommy!"



She grinned and
rolled her eyes, turning back to listen to the instructions Takani-sensei had
for her. He stared at her for a moment longer, wishing he could sort through
his jumbled thoughts and emotions.



It's just Sora, she's just my friend…



(*)(*)(*)



A/N: There you go! Hope that satisfies
the Sorato junkies. Sorry if it's a bit short, I took it out to type…then
realised I only had about 3 pages of draft…I made it a bit longer though. (All
hail me!) Review, review, review! I really don't wanna be like the authors who
threaten people with no chapters if they don't review… I'm having fun!
Constructive criticism welcome, of course! I'll get the next part out
soon…promise! I already have a page written, suggestions are welcome! Ja!



© 2001-06-22

Smabbi-chan



~ For all my reviewers, my bestest buddies… and *him*
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