Disclaimer: Digimon and the song "Listen to your Heart" don't belong to me. They belong to their respective owners.

This contains quite a few flashbacks. Sora and Yamato are rich people in this fiction.

Listen to your Heart

By: SaffireStarz


The never-ending rain poured creating the pitter-patter sounds. Her ruby orbs looked outside the other side of the vehicle's invisible mirror. She could see couples walking in the street, the gentlemen holding the umbrellas for their ladies. Despite the bitter weather, smiles were on their faces and they challenged the rain's noise with their laughter.

A teardrop escaped from the girl's eye. She was so intrigued by the scene in front of her that she didn't notice the droplet slip. However, the limo driver turned around to check up on her, just in time to see her teardrop fall on her expensive outfit.

"Is everything alright, miss?" he asked.

Sora averted her attention from the scene to look at the driver. "Oh, yes. Don't worry about me. I'm just thinking." She turned her head once more so she was looking outside again. "The night is beautiful isn't it? In spite of this rain, it really is gorgeous. Even though only a few stars can be seen, the rain blurs their beauty, which makes them looks so dreamy."

The driver smiled. "Yes, miss. They are bright and beautiful."

Sora didn't listen to the driver. She was too deep in thoughts. Tears silently strolled down her face without her notice.

"Miss Sora, are you sure you are fine? You're crying." He was becoming extremely worried.

Sora shook her head, "No, I'm fine. I was just thinking of something." She took out some tissues and wiped the tears from her eyes.

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I know there's something in the wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes (yeah)
You've built a love but that love falls apart
Your little piece of heaven turns to dark

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His well-built arms were wrapped around her slim waist. His head was placed on her left shoulder. Her hands were resting on his arms. Her head was leaning against his. Two pairs of eyes, one pair of sparkling sapphires, another pair of attractive crimson, looked straight ahead. The night was of dark blue but the stars were still as bright as usual.

"Look, Yama, that one." The girl pointed to the most distant star. The star may have been distant but it shone with great radiance. "It's beautiful."

The boy with her grinned, "Yeah, they're beautiful. Just like you."

The auburn haired girl playfully punched his arm. "Is that the best you can come up with?" She rolled her ruby orbs. "Just tell me you love me and I'll be happy."

"Ok, I love you." He smiled, "Happy?" He opened his mouth again to speak but instead Sora took the opportunity to close the gap between them.

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Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye

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By now, even more tears were flowing from her face. But her tears were of happiness.

"We're here." The driver announced, pulling Sora back from her reminisce. "Miss Sora, we've arrived at the airport now. But it seems we've arrived way too early so I think it's best you stay here for a while."

"Alright, thank you." Sora looked down and noticed that her face was sodden. Like before, she dried her tears with the tissue in her hand.

The limousine was parked where rain couldn't make it anymore wet. The driver tilted his hat so that his eyes were hidden. Unknown to Sora, he took off to sleep. But Sora didn't care for at the moment, she was trying to sort out her mind.

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Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worth while
The precious moments are all lost in the tide (yeah)
They're swept away and nothing is what it seems
The feeling of belonging to your dreams

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.·•°ºø.·/ Flashback /.·•°ºø.·

Sora turned to face the door. "Yama, open the door. It's me, Sora." She knocked again. Her knuckles were becoming sore from all the knocking.

Becoming more impatient by the passing second, Sora turned the door's knob and the door was pushed open. "Yama you better ha-" To her surprise, no one was inside. "Yamato? Are you in here?" No answer.

A sudden cold gust of wind sent shivers up the girl's spine. Looking up, she noticed that the window was opened. Sora walked to the window to close it but before she did so, she looked down to see her worse nightmare, Yamato with another woman. What's worse- they were kissing. From Sora's perspective, she couldn't tell who the girl was, or if Yamato was kissing her back or not.

Sora felt as if it the world had come crashing down on her. Her breath was caught in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat. Somehow, she felt as if she wasn't alive anymore.

She looked at the present she had brought her beloved, a container with a collection of guitar picks for his guitar. She recalled yesterday, the day they were in town. Yamato went inside a music shop where he spotted a collection of guitar picks in a glass container. He wanted to buy them and even though they were rich, neither of them brought money for they didn't expect to buy anything. Sora promised that she'd come to his mansion the next day with his container of picks. And so she had.

Sora aimed at the two people kissing below her. With all her might, she threw the container at them.

The container landed near their feet. Because the container was made of glass, it broke into many pieces. The collection of guitar picks spilled. Yamato and the other girl broke away and looked up at where they thought the container was thrown.

To their surprise, up on Yamato's room, an auburn haired girl stood. Tears escaped from her beautiful eyes. Her throat stung and more tears begged to be released.

"Sora!" she heard Yamato yell. "Look, it's not what you think." She watched as her fiancé pushed the woman away from him and run towards his home.

Sora looked at Yamato's door. No, she didn't want to face him. She stormed out of the room and ran out of the mansion. Her feet and eventually became sore but she ignored it because at the moment, all she wanted to do was run. Run away from it all.

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Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye

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"He hurt me…" her voice was barely a whisper. "But what if that's not what really happened. What if that girl forced him to do so? What if I'm doing the wrong thing by running away?"

"Are you feeling guilty, Miss Sora?"

Sora looked up. The driver was smiling brightly at her. "What?" She was obviously looking deeply in his dark brown eyes.

"It's obvious that you're still in love with him. You're probably feeling guilty for having to leave him, especially if you didn't tell him that you were." His smile became wider. "It's never too late to return to the one you love."

Sora rubbed her two hands together as she took in what the driver said. "You're right. I am feeling guilty because of all this."

The driver turned around so that he wasn't looking at her anymore. "I'll go grab your luggage. It's time to check in."

"No."

Pretending to be surprised, the driver looked once more at Sora. "Excuse me, Miss Sora?" He wanted to sound happy but he had to pretend not to.

"You're right. It's never too late to return to the one you love." She let out a small laugh. "Come on, let's go back."

The driver turned on the ignition and had a smile on his face the whole time. "Good decision, Miss Sora. But I want to go a certain way back." He reversed the limousine, shifted gears, and drove.

"Be my guest. Afterall, I didn't choose you to be the one to drive me for no reason."

"Oh," A small silence filled the vehicle. "Well, I estimate that we should be there in no more than ten minutes. And I'm not taking you home, Miss Sora. I would like to take you to see a good friend of mine which I know you will love."

"N-not taking me home? I-I'm not sure if this is such a good idea." She was becoming more frightened.

Understanding Sora, the driver chuckled. "Miss Sora, I am not going to take you somewhere you don't like. I promise you. You already know who this person is so no reason to be frightened."

Sora felt relief. "Ok, if you say so."

"We're going to Odaiba Park. I hear they have the most beautiful Sakura Tree there."

Sora's eyes became wide. "Odaiba Park? Why that's where…" her voice drifted off until nothing could be heard.

The driver said nothing as well. He knew what she was going to say. The rest of the drive to Odaiba Park was quiet. The driver dared not to speak, as the young auburn haired girl was lost in her thoughts, as usual. Besides, he figured couple minutes of silence wouldn't hurt; there was about only five minutes until they would arrive to their destination.

'Of all places,' Sora thought, 'Why Odaiba Park?'

She sighed. Many of her memories happened in Odaiba Park. She held back tears that pleaded for freedom.

'I am such a weak girl, crying over pathetic things like these.' Surprisingly, she smiled. 'But I'm crying because I'm happy, right? Because Odaiba Park is where it all started.'

The vehicle suddenly stopped, snapping Sora out of her thoughts. "Huh, are we here?"

"Yes, Miss Sora." The driver exited the limousine with an opened umbrella on his left hand and a closed umbrella on his right. He went to Sora's side and opened the car for her. He opened up the closed umbrella as she went under it.

"It's ok. I can hold my own umbrella." She took the umbrella from the driver. She looked down on the wet ground as the driver closed the door behind her. "I want to thank you for taking me here."

The driver looked at her then laughed silly. Sora raised an eyebrow for she has never seen anyone laugh so hysterically. She was also confused as to why he was laughing. It didn't seem to be the right moment to laugh. "Is everything ok?"

The driver did his best to stop laughing, which to Sora's relief, he succeeded. "I'm sorry, Miss Sora. It's just that well," his tone became a little serious, "so many things happened to my friend here and by the look on your face, this place is quite important to you, too."

Now it was Sora's turn to laugh. But unlike the driver's laugh, hers was calm and not goofy like his. "Yes, it is. Yamato and I had our first kiss here. He asked me to be his girlfriend here. And," she looked at the ring on her finger, "he proposed to me here. That's why this place is special." She had a smile on her face. She showed it to the driver as she looked at him, "Like I said before, thank you for taking me here."

"Don't mention it. Which reminds me, why did you choose me to be your driver?"

"Simple, because Yamato told me about you many times before. He's told me you were his friend and because you were his friend, I knew I could trust you. I could trust you in not telling him that I was leaving him. You weren't going to tell him were you?"

The driver shook his head. "No, I wouldn't have. Earning the trust of someone is really hard to get and if you lose that trust, it's hard to get back. I'm thankful I have your trust, Miss Sora."

"No, it's me who should be thanking you. You helped me realize a mistake I would've made by leaving Yamato."

"You're too modest." The driver pushed Sora a little, causing her nearly to trip. "Go, the friend I was talking about is in the park. Go and find him. I'll be here waiting when you finish."

Sora was confused but went against arguing. She looked from the driver that now just became her friend and then to the dark area of the park. "I'll be truthful with you, I'm scared of many things. I'm scared of being alone, of being unloved, and I'm also afraid of the dark."

Still, the driver pushed Sora more, telling her to keep moving. "Nonsense. Trust me, when you get in there, all those fears you have will disappear."

Sora muttered, "If you says so. But how do you know he's here?"

"Well, I told you that this place is important to my friend. He told me that he goes here every night to recall all the precious moments that happened here. Now you said that you trust me. Trust me, Miss Sora, and go."

Sora started placed one foot in front of her but stopped to turn around. "You have to follow my two conditions, first."

"And what will those be, Miss Sora?" the driver wondered.

"One," she had a devious smile, "you can't call me 'Miss Sora' anymore. Sora is just fine."

The driver grinned, "And what would the second condition be…Sora?"

"Yamato did tell me many things about you but he failed to tell me your name. What is it?"

"It's Yagami. Taichi Yagami."

Sora placed a friendly kiss upon the driver's cheek. "Well, Taichi Yagami. I'll be on my way."

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Listen to your heart
When he's calling for you
Listen to your heart
There's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye

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'Good grief, I just had to forget my sweater in the limo didn't I?' The breeze of the night wind sent chills up her spine. 'Well, there's no point on turning back. Just keep on walking, Sora.' She thought to herself. 'Yes, but where to?'

To Sora's amazement, she could see a small hint of light shining brightly in front of her. "Should I go over there?" she asked herself. Her heart raced as she hesitantly kept her rhythmic gait of walking.

As she walked closer to the tree of where Yamato had proposed to her, she heard someone. "Why? Why did this have to happen?" Sora swore that her heart had stopped as she recognized the voice. Yamato Ishida. Hoping to get a better look, she stealthily walked closer. Now, her heart raced much faster than ever before as she saw that there was a man with yellow hair sitting under a tree, soaked. Sora was sure that that was Yamato.

She did everything in her power to keep herself from running to him. Sora decided that it was best not to. Instead, she stood about five feet away behind him.

"She wouldn't just do that to me. She wouldn't just leave or run away. Would she?"

"Actually, she would. But you know what, she loves you enough to return back to you." Sora answered. She spoke in a low voice; you could barely tell it was she.

Yamato glared at the ground. "Be quiet. I don't need or want you to answer. I need to be by myself."

Sora smiled. "Well, is that what you really want? To be alone? What about Sora, your future wife, you don't her to be with you right now?"

The boy clenched his fist. "How dare you-" he turned around and came face to face with Sora. "S-Sora?" The girl nodded.

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And there are voices, that want to be heard
So much to mention but you can't find the words
The scent of magic, the beauty that's been
When love was wilder than the wind

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Sora dropped her umbrella and without any warning, ran to her loved one. Yamato just stood there, too shocked to move.

"Stupid. I'm so stupid, Yamato. Forgive me?" All the tears that Sora tried to hold back for so long poured down her face. Yamato held her close to him like he would never let go. His hands were on her face and his thumbs were used to wipe away the forever-flowing tears. "You did so much for me and all I was doing was being selfish and only thinking about me."

Yamato tried to hush her by placing his finger on her soft lips, but to no avail. "And I was about to do something stupid like running away from you. It took a bit of help from Taichi before I realized what I would be doing. I'm so sorry, Yama."

"Sora, that's enough. You can stop crying. It's ok because right now, all I care is that you're in my arms." He wrapped his arms around her waist, making Sora gasp. He pressed his lips against her. Sora's hands were pressed against his chest as she tried to keep her balance. The world around them started to spin as they began to get lost in their own world of pure bliss.

The sky showered them with rain. The thoughts of becoming sick never occurred to the boy who made the mistake of hurting his loved one, or the girl who nearly made the mistake of leaving her loved one, for they were lost in each other's grasp. Yet, the reminiscence of their mistakes was washed away by the affections that bonded them. Their sanities were restored, and the love they had for each other was never questioned, ever again.

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Listen to your heart
I don't know where you're going
And I don't know why
But listen to your heart
Before you tell him goodbye

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So, how did you like this fic? Ok, I do admit that it is not the best that I've done. Actually, I just wanted to post this before school started so that's why it's not that great. But still, I do hope that you review.

I was working in this so much that I didn't really have much time to work on Recalling our Memories yet. But don't worry; I'll have the next chapter up before or on my birthday. (No need to worry, my birthday is not next year, lol. Actually, my birthday is pretty soon.)

Yes, I know the characters seemed out of character so forgive me. Anyways, I want to know what you think. Perhaps if I get at least 10 reviews, I will make more of these. Remember, REVIEW!

SaffireStarz