A/N: So I realize I shouldn't be starting another story, but this idea has been eating away at me, so I had to give it a shot!
This is my attempt at something rather cliche with a twist.
This beginning scene takes place during a scene in "A Very Digi Christmas."
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Digimon. This story is for fan purposes only.
Takenouchi, Sora beamed and gingerly hugged her carefully wrapped package to her chest.
The biting cold of December wasn't even enough to cool the warmth of the russet hue that spread across her tan cheeks when she pictured the gift's recipient.
Immersed in her fantasizing, she hardly heard Biyomon say, "Wow, Sora, isn't this cool?"
"Yeah, it is," she idly replied, "people are already lining up for Matt's concert." At least, that's what she assumed they were doing. To be perfectly honest, she hadn't really been paying any thought to anyone but the subject of her daydreams. She had only stopped by on the way to the post office to wish Yamato luck and assure her friend she'd be at the concert later that night. Then she would be off again to mail her precious present in hopes that it got to its receiver quickly.
"Sora, Wait up!" Sora glanced up to see Taichi and Agumon walking towards her.
"Oh, Tai!" Her smile faded before it was really started, the redhead suddenly becoming very conscious about the weight of the package in her arms.
"Something smells good!" Agumon exclaimed.
"Erm….uh huh…it's the cookies…" she held the gift closer, face burning like wildfire, "I made them…for…Yamato, to wish him luck tonight."
Sora tried not to wince as the words came from her lips.
It wasn't entirely a lie. She did come to wish him good luck, but the package wasn't for him.
It was for Mimi.
Sora had spent the whole day in her kitchen trying to perfect the recipe Yamato had given her earlier that week. He promised they were Mimi's favorite, and they were low fat so she wouldn't feel as guilty about eating them on her modeling diet. And besides, it was the holidays.
"Oh, so are you going to the concert with anybody? I mean…not that it matters to me…just wondering."
'Oh no…' She scoured her mind for a response.
"Umm…no, I want to be available in case Matt's free afterwards…"
What on earth was she saying?
"Oh…I see, Matt, huh?"
"Mhm…" The look of raw confusion on Taichi's face was enough to make her want to cry. She just couldn't do it, "Tai, it's…"
The brunette gently placed his hand on her shoulder and offered a weak smile, "It's okay. Now go in there and say hi to Yamato for me, okay?" And with that he nudged her towards the door, and she quickly opened and closed it behind her without looking back, eyes brimming with tears.
Ishida, Yamato concentrated on strumming chords on his bass, purring memorized words from his lips in hushed tones
"If you didn't know I'll be here all along, just turn around."
He broke off from the melody, smiling sadly at the mocking lyrics he had written such a long time ago. He began to strum again, thin, pale digits moving gracefully back and forth between notes.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the door slammed shut.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he stood and turned to face the unwelcomed visitor, "Look, we already told you no interviews until aft-" he was surprised to see one of the digidestined standing in front of him. "Oh, hello Sora. I wasn't expecting to see you."
And he wasn't. Sora and Yamato had never been the closest; she was always much better friends with Taichi and he with Mimi than with each other. It wasn't until a week or so ago that the two even began to get together one-on-one, and it seemed that was because of a secret they both had looming over their heads…
You see, like Sora, Yamato also had a rather inappropriate fascination with one of his friends. Yamato and Sora had bumped into each other a few days prior in town. Sora asked Yamato for the recipe for Mimi's cookies, to which the blonde gave her a curious glance and asked her what she needed them for. When she could only respond with stuttering, 'Just because' and blushing furiously, Yamato had her figured out in a nanosecond.
"Sora what's the matter?" Yamato hurried over to meet his friend at the door of the backstage room.
She sniffled, "I think I may have just broken Taichi's heart."
The blonde raised an eyebrow in confusion, trying to ignore when his heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name, and led her to a chair, "Here, make yourself comfortable. Now what were you saying about Tai?"
"I lied to him, Matt! I lied right to his face. I told him Mimi's cookies were for you and that I didn't want to go to the concert tonight with him because I wanted to be available for you. I didn't mean to…it just slipped out. I couldn't tell him the truth, but I also couldn't lead him on…it'd only hurt him more," she sighed, "I just panicked."
Yamato stared wistfully down at his hands, "He really likes you, doesn't he?"
The redhead took the musician's pale hand in her mitten-clad one and squeezed it gently. "You really like him, don't you?" she echoed his question, smiling gently.
Yamato glanced up and Sora watched his eyes harden, a reaction to unwanted emotion he had been using since they were younger. She raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly, "Well?"
He rolled his eyes in response and shook his head, "I can't help it. I've been in love with that idiot since we were kids."
"Why don't you tell him then?"
Yamato chuckled lightly, "For the same reason you won't tell Mimi-chan, I suppose. I don't want to lose him…I'd rather just have him as a friend then risk not having him at all," he broke off laughing to himself, "Kami, it sounds jut like one of those stupid romance novels. Besides, he could have any girl in the school; Lord knows they're all willing. Well, except the one girl he actually wants," he eyed her sharply.
"You have quite a fan base of females yourself, Yamato," She pointed out as he rolled his eyes in annoyance: a typical Yamato expression.
"I understand though; Mimi's a model for God's sake. Guys practically throw themselves at her… But sooner or later he's going to find out, you know. At least Mimi's in New York, but Taichi's right here in front of you and with how close you two are and all the rumors going around school that you're…you know… eventually even he'll figure it out. Well, unless…"
"Unless what?" the blonde glanced at her quizzically.
"Yamato…what if we made it look like we were dating? Just for a while? No one would ever know the difference, and we'd be safe from Mimi and Taichi finding out the truth. Plus, that'd give him time to get over me."
Sora watched her comrade's blue eyes ponder the dreadful scheme with mixed emotions.
"I don't know, Sora. Dating the girl your best friend likes, isn't that a bit harsh?" But his gaze was icy again, a tiny smirk pulling at the corners of his pale lips.
She shrugged, "I don't think so. Besides, it's better than the damage his ego will take if he found out the reason I won't date him is because I like a girl," she laughed.
"True, true. He's too in love with you to ever want to be with me anyways," his words were even, but with undertones of hurt even the redhead could read. "What have I got to lose? All right Takenouchi: I'm in."
Those two words were the beginning of a disaster.
A/N: Please review and let me know what you think!