Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Taste of life ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

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Taste of life
chapter 1
by: Nekocin
Warnings: There's a certain clumsy person in here. So no violence please.

Author's notes:

Sam: I'm not telling >:P
^-^' nah, just kidding... Besides I think I've already wrote the pairing in my summery there. I'm glad you liked it ^-^. Thanks for the review.

Well here's chapter 1 ^-^ it really doesn't coordinate with the first one, huh?

// ... // thoughts

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Someone murmured from under the blankets as the sun was shining through the big window. The sunlight was bouncing light blue butterflies in the room as someone else was drawing the violet curtains. The one under the blanket murmured again and winced when the sunlight touched his heavy eyes. The room was half decorated with dark blue tapestries and a big wallpapers of dragons with white wolves. A big wardrobe containing a few uniforms, formal clothes, the famous black suits... and most of them haven't been worn in all those years.

"Master... you've to wake up! Wake up master or you'll be late for school..." the servant said while gently shaking his master.

"Go away... I need sleep..." a male voice grumbled as he tuck himself deeper under his thick blue blankets.

The servant sighed and shook his head. He was holding his master's robes and laid them on a nearby chair.
"Master... it's not even Sunday, so please get up before your father kicks you out of bed..." the servant said as he pulled the blankets away. His master was never a real morning person and tried to sleep in. But he'd never succeeded since his father will stomp down to his room and throw a bucket of cold water on him. The figure, which had been hiding under his blanket, winced again when he felt the blanket wasn't on top of him.

"Where is my blanket?" he murmured and he tried to reach for something warm. The heavy lids gave in and his vision was blurred. The boy gasped and quickly jumped out of bed.

"I'm blind!! I can't see a thing!!" He shouted. "Aaa... I'm blind! I'm blind! How can that be?"

The servant grinned and pulled his master along.
"Where are you taking me?!" the boy demanded as he rubbed his eyes.

"Just get ready for school, master" the servant said and pushed his master in to a room.

The boy slipped and hit his head on the bathtub.
"Oww..." he hissed and slowly tried to find his way into the tub, imagining he was really blind. "Sh*t! Now I AM blind!" he cursed and fell into the tub.
"Pffthopfft..." he muffled in the water and gasped loudly when he'd finally got his head out of the damn warm water.

The servant heard a few splashing and curses inside the bathroom and grinned again.
"Are you alright in there, my master?" the servant tried his hardest to sound concern.

"Yeah yeah... fine fine... oof... my eyes are burning..." the boy muttered and glanced at his wet clothes. He cursed again and took off his wet pajamas before getting back into the tub.

The servant shook his head again and tried his hardest not to snicker. The master was getting weirder each day. Last time was almost the same, but not with the 'being blind' comment. The big master, the boy's father, had to wake him up with cold water. The boy almost caught a bad cold.

The servant pitied his master for not being a morning person. Usually the boy didn't need his servants to wake him up, his mother used to do that back at their old house. Two months ago they'd just moved into this neighborhood and the boy was already becoming a real rebel. The curses, the arrogant attitude and even the way he looked. If his mother saw him like this she would have given a long lecture about behaving like a good gentleman... which was impossible.

//Even though he might be a little stubborn... he's still a kid. A very BIG kid// the servant thought as he went down to his master's bedroom.

"Where's father?" The boy burst into his room while wrapping his towel firmly around his waist.

The servant gave him the uniform and shoved him inside the dressing room.
"Get dress, my master! There's no time to lose" the servant ignored the question.

"Fine! Don't tell me!" the boy hissed and stuck his tongue out when the door was closed. The fire in his eyes was dimmed and sadness covered the bright blue eyes.
//It's still the same...// he thought and looked at his black uniform in disgust. //Ugh... school and squealing girls...// he rolled his eyes.

"Master..." the voice said softly from the other side of the room.

"Yes! I'm getting dressed!" the boy shouted and slipped into his jacket.

"Master, you're father has gone to meet one of his childhood friends in there..." he heard the servant.

"THERE? Is he nuts? Since when did he have friends? And since when did he pay any attention to them? And why has he never mentioned them before?!..."
T
he servant winced as his master began to curse along with the storming questions.

*.*.*.*.*

The boy slowly stepped on the school grounds and swung his school bag over his shoulder. He rubbed his temples and ran his fingers through his bangs.
"Pffftt... when will I have to stop studying?" he grumbled and walked through the giant gates of: Merodia Harvard school [1].

The name wore a very honorable place in the villager's hearts since only the rich were able to pay for this school. It was a huge school building and the roof can be seen from far away. Who knows how big acres lands it was needed to build this big school and even put a beautiful garden behind the school. It was supposed to be a real Catholic school only for girls, but as the years passed by the rules were being bent and it became a real coeducational school.

"G'morning!" a group of girls chimed as he passed them down the hall.
He smirked and gave a quick wave with his index and middle finger.

//Girls...// he rolled his eyes as he heard them sigh deeply and melting down in their own dreamland. //I hope they won't notice that bruise up there// he muttered inwardly as he waved a quick greeting to another group of girls.

//It's good that it's still early in the morning or they'll be swarming around me like leeches... yech! // He shuddered and walked into a class.

"Good morning, Yamato" his friend smirked as he slumped down on his chair.

"Hey" he greeted and threw his school bag on his desk.

"Gee... someone is being cranky again..." his friend said while leaning against the desk on his elbows.

"I got blinded..." Yamato muttered and ran his fingers through his hair again.

"That explains that little thing up there..." his friend smirked and pointed up at his forehead. Yamato groaned and tried to cover the bruise with his bangs.
His friend watched with amusement and cleared his throat. "Blind, huh?"

Yamato shot him a glare and mumbled something under his breath.

"What? Did you say something?" his friend asked dramatically.

"I said I just slipped... and I'm not cranky!" Yamato cut in.

"Ha! Look who's talking!" his friend chuckled and waved the anger away. Yamato rolled his eyes and glared at his grinning friend.
"Come on! Don't be so uptight! It's just a little cut there..."

"It's not the bruise I'm mad about..." Yamato mumbled while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh... then why the face, Yamato? Did your father wake you up again with cold water?"

Yamato noticed his friend trying to keep the snickers inside and his glance hardened. "No, he did not..."
"Then... it has something to do with him again, isn't it?" the smirk disappeared and Yamato's nodded once. "Now what did he do this time, Yama?" his friend cupped his own chin and looked at Yamato's angry eyes.

"He just left to visit a childhood friend in THERE" Yamato emphasized the 'there', making his friend winced.

"He has a childhood friend in the THERE?" his friend's eyes widened as Yamato nodded. "Is that so bad?"

"Yes, it is. He had never shown any kindness to them for the last few months after we moved here..." Yamato said and his friend sighed and waved in front of Yamato's face.

"Okay, okay, okay... so it's your old man again..."

"YAMATO!!!" the boys winced when the high-pitched screech echoed through the room.

Everyone sweatdropped as a whole crowd of girls stormed in.
"Wha...?" Yamato's eye widened and was run over by the girls [2], falling off his chair.

"YAMATO-SAMA!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" one of the girls asked.
"WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?"
"YOU'RE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!"
"ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE..."

Yamato was twirl-eyed as he was being pulled from one side to the other.

"Break it up! Break it up! Break it up! Girls... class is beginning now" Yamato's friend said and pushed his way through to save his buddy from his admirers.

"Aaaw... why do you have to but in, Yagami-sama?" the girls murmured and shot him enough glares and daggers.

"Yeah yeah whatever..." Yamato's friend ignored their glares and pulled his friend in a straight standing position.
"You owe me big, Yama!" he grinned and patted Yamato's shoulder.
"Thanks..." Yamato heaved a sigh of relief and slumped down on his chair.

"I really don't know how you can stand them all? I wonder if there's really a sweetie in there whom you like best..." His friend teased.

"Shut up, Taichi!" Yamato cut in as they were receiving weird glances from their classmates.
"What are you looking at?!" Yamato shouted and everyone shivered.
They quickly shuffle their way back to their seats and didn't dare to look at him. A very angry Yamato is not a good sign. Most guys fear his temper except Taichi, his friend, while girls were swooning around because of his handsome features.

*. *. *. *. *

"I can finally get what I wanted!" someone rubbed his hands and took off his coat.

"Welcome back, master Ishida. The young master has already left for school, sir" one of the servants greeted him and took his coat.

"So I've noticed... you didn't have any difficulties waking him up, right?" Mr. Ishida said as he walked into the living-room.

"No, sir. But the young master has difficulties waking up, sir. He woke up screaming he was blind and hit his head I believe on the tub and almost drowned himself in the bath..." the servant said, trying to keep his face straight.

"So he did? As soon as he comes back, send him to my work. You hear that?" Mr. Ishida said while raising his index finger in front of the servant.

"Yes, sir. How was your day at your friend's house?" the servant asked.
Anyone like the servants who asked the rich about their day would have been punished, but Mr. Ishida considered the old servant as a part of the family. The servant, Kenichi, had been serving his family for over 20 years and still bore the hardships when Mr. Ishida's father was alive. His father was known as a tyrant, but it seems that only Kenichi was able to bear all those hardships all alone.

"They don't seem so happy the last time I saw them... they had money trouble and so I offered to give them some money to pay their debts. That crazy Mr. Kanzaki snatched it away before my friend could give it back to me. I know my friend would never accept money so easily and since I went there with a purpose I just told him it was alright..."
Kenichi wanted to say something, but stopped since Mr. Ishida needed to finish his story.
"... and I've asked for their daughter's hand..."

Kenichi mouth fell open. "F-f-f-for the young master?"

"Yeah, something like that..." Mr. Ishida shrugged.

"B-b-b-but you know how quick he can lose his temper... she might never stand his attitude" Kenichi was against the idea of marrying the young master off to THAT girl. The girl who came from a poor neighborhood.

"I know. I know... besides their daughter isn't that bad. She's cute" Mr. Ishida said and walked towards the stairs with Kenichi on his tail.

"You've already met her?" Kenichi said in disbelief.

"Not really... that's why I need you to send him up to my work. Just don't tell him yet. I need to talk to him man to man..." Mr. Ishida grinned and Kenichi stared with disbelief at his master.

//I can't believe he's being so cruel to the poor boy... the boy isn't ready for the marriage thing// And again, Kenichi pitied his young master's fate.

*. *. *. *. *

5:30 P.M.

The front door was being opened and Yamato walked into the house, taking off his shoes and socks.
"Ugh... finally school is over..." Yamato muttered and didn't notice Kenichi walking up towards him while he was pulling his socks off.

"Young master..." Kenichi said while Yamato froze.

He looked up and noted that Kenichi was looking worried. Something must be wrong. And the change of addressing him with 'young master' instead of 'master' only meant that his father was at home now.

"Your father wants you up stairs at his work, young master..." Kenichi said after taking a few breaths.

"What is going on?" Yamato narrowed his eyes when he saw Kenichi taking a few breaths.

"Nothing. Nothing. I'm fine. Just go to your father before he gets angry... and remember don't snap so fast, sir" Kenichi waved the question away and pushed Yamato up the stairs.

"All right..." Yamato said and felt uncertainty all the sudden. Did he do something bad again? Did the principal report to him that he was involved in a fight last week?
//That can't be... // he thought and walked up the stairs, not noticing Kenichi gaze on his back.

Yamato stopped in front of a big oak door and took a deep breath. He straightened his uniform and ran his fingers a few times over his bangs.
"Okay, Yamato... here goes..." Yamato muttered under his breath and his knuckles wanted to hit the door when a muffled voice called him.

"It's open!!"

Yamato froze and wondered how his father knew that he was there. He rubbed his feet against each other and opened the door.
"You've asked for me to come, father?" Yamato said firmly, trying not to sound weak in front of his father.

"Ah, yes... come in, come in. I wanted to talk to you about something very important..." Mr. Ishida looked up from his desk and clasped his hand in front of his nose after gesturing to his son to come forward.

"What is it you want to talk about, father?" Yamato narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust that sound in his father's voice. //There's definitely something going on here...// he thought and sat on one of the chairs in front of his father's desk.

*. *. *. *. *

Kenichi was in the kitchen, helping the cook with the dinner.
"So... Master Ishida did that..." the cook frowned as he cut the carrots in pieces.

"Yes... I'm pretty much against his wishes..." Kenichi sighed and cut the lettuce.

"Well, it's like a fairy tale if you ask me. Just think about it, master Ishida is becoming a generous man. It's not your every day event that a village girl gets a chance to marry a rich brat like young master there..." the cook snorted and wiggled his eyebrows.

"He's not a brat, Hiroshi... and yeah... it's really not your every day event that a poor girl gets to marry a rich kid..." Kenichi sighed.

"But the master is generous to do that, which means he doesn't look down upon them as if they were his slaves or something..." the cook said and boiled some water after the boiler was filled with water.

"I guess you're right, Hiroshi... the master has become generous all the sudden, maybe I'm just holding strong on to the old master's beliefs..." Kenichi sighed again as he gathered the pieces of lettuce in a plate.

"Pffft... don't even mention that guy... or even compare with him..." The cook snorted.

"I'm sorry... I sure pity young master's fate..." Kenichi sounded miserable and the cook noticed those hints in his voice.

"Stop babying the kid, some day he really has to be independent and become a full-grown man. That can only be achieved once his father leave him his fortune and also when he becomes the father of the new born..." the cook explained.

"YOU WHAT?!!!" A very angry voice echoed through the halls and both Kenichi and the cook looked up.

"The young master isn't taking it in very well..." the cook sighed and peeled the potato.

*.*.*.*.*

"YOU WHAT?" Yamato had pushed his chair away when he heard the news. The fire in his eyes was getting bigger and it seems that his anger had no effects on his father.
"YOU WANT ME TO MARRY THAT GIRL FROM THE THERE? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE DOING THIS TO ME!! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE VISITED THEM... YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED FOR HER HAND. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER. HOW CAN I MARRY HER? I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW SHE LOOKS LIKE, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!" Yamato shouted and the whole house seemed to be listening to his outburst.

Mr. Ishida was watching his son fume with amusement in his eyes. "I've made myself clear, have I? You can go now, that's all..." Mr. Ishida said.
"FINE" Yamato snapped and stomped out of the room.

He slammed the door close and was walking up and down the hall to his room.
"Who does he think he is? Why did he have to do that to me? He has no right telling me when I should get married... and who do THEY think they are? They're poor! They must have done something to let him ask for their daughter's hand... yeah, that must be it. Father will never refuse a friend's offer, mother once told me... that must be. They're after the money. My fortune! Those rascals! Especially the girl! The B*tch!"[3] Yamato muttered uncontrollably and didn't notice Kenichi watching him from a far.

Yamato slammed the door to his bedroom close and pulled his tie loose. He took off his jacket while muttering a whole lot of curses, aiming them at the family, which his father was telling him about, and he walked up and down in his room. At last he threw himself to the bathroom. He turned on the tab and let stood there in the middle of the shower. The cold liquid slid down his face and quelled his anger, wetting his uniform.

Kenichi had watched Yamato walk to his room and then suddenly to the bathroom. He sighed and clasped his fingers.
"I just hope Mr. Ishida didn't really make the young master's life miserable on purpose..."

*. *. *. *. *

Sora was still under the sheets and suddenly felt something cold creeping through her spine. She shuddered and punched her pillows one last time. She had been screaming in her pillow, punching the pillow, throwing the pillow around for the last few hours and still was angry.

"Life is not fair!" she muttered again and pulled herself out from the cover to get some fresh air. Her face was reddened, but she cared less about that and slumped out of the bed. She felt a little better after fighting miserably against her misery of becoming a wife of a total stranger. She sighed and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"Hey there... I guess I can't be you after all..." she said softly and noticed her eyes were red. She wiped the tears away and took a few deep breaths.
"I guess they're right. I am going to reach my marriageable age soon... and that man was so generous to pay for us, so I've to make the best out of this one here. No matter how ugly my soon-to-be husband will be..." she shrugged in front of the mirror and felt a little better.

>. >. >. >

End chapter 1

Author's notes:

1: That school doesn't exist. I just picked out a name -_-.
2: >:D didn't really mean to, but he was shocked remember? Poor guy, I made him look like klutz, huh? Put those guns away, please... AND the knives... AND the ropes. No need to punish me for this chapter. XD
3: Uh... I really didn't mean to put those names in here, but I guess a *really* angry Yamato can say what he wants ^_^'.

::pant:: Now that was a looong chapter.
::sweatdrop:: Too much blue -_-' really too much blue in his room. And I love it ^-^' and uh... I didn't even mention what is his name earlier. This chapter is much more longer than the first one ^-^', gee... Sora was supposed to be the main character here, but anyways the first chapter there was just a prologue.
Anyways, I've no idea why I also want to make him popular like most fanfics do -_- and it's really not a good picture if I've to make him look ugly... don't even dare take out your knives or guns! I said don't even take them out!! And I mean it! I'm not bashing you fans, but you get the picture, right? There's no way I'm going to make him look ugly unless he asked for it or unless he has to become a monster or something -_-.
ARGH! I'll stop babbling, on to chapter 2 >: P

=^_^=cin