Final Distance

Disclaimer: Anything that I use that I say isn't mine... isn't mine. For real. Really. If I say something's mine, well then - don't think about using it without my permission, ok? Um... I usually don't own anything. And for now (well, for eternity, rather) I don't. So don't sue, ok??

Um, ok. Now, if you're going to reach the end of this, and you've already read a certain fanfic by a certain lime_lizard here on fanfiction.net, then... please don't be upset!!! I really felt bad when I told her about it; I felt like I was copying off of her. Gomen, lime-chan! But I'll try to make this story as far away from hers as possible, even though they both run on sort of the same parallel.

I guess you all want the fic now. ^_^

BG info: They're 19 now. That means that Taichi, Yamato, and Sora are all 19, Jyou's 20... I guess you all get it.

Chapter 1

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"Moshi moshi?"

"Sora? It's Jyou."

"Ah, konbawa!" Her usually cheerful voice cut to Jyou, breaking down his layers of embarrassment, reminding him that this was a childhood friend.

"Ano, my brother, Shin, is having his 22 birthday soon. I was wondering if you'd like to go." Feeling that she might not have remembered him, he took the opportunity to remind her. "You do remember him, right?"

"Of course I do! I think he was working with my Father in Kyoto a few years back..." Her voice trailed.

"Well, ... would you mind coming, then? He's not going to school too far away - I figured maybe we could all drive there."

"Mm, sounds like a plan. Um, would anybody else I know be going?" Sora hoped that she and Jyou wouldn't be the only people there who would be stuck as wallflowers for the night.

"Actually, I was going to call Taichi and Yamato. They met him a few days after that whole Oikawa thing happened a few years back."

"Oh, I see..." She trailed off again, and Jyou could faintly her motions and running in the background.

A long pause followed.

"Um, Sora...?"

"Hm?" She sounded as if nothing had happened.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah - as good as can be expected! Why do you ask?"

"No reason, I guess."

"Oh."

"So..."

"Here, hang on - someone's at the door. Talk to Yamato, or maybe Taichi; whichever gets the phone first."

"EH??!!!" Jyou nearly fell off his chair - he didn't expect one of the two boys, let alone both, to be at her apartment at that exact moment.

"Hey, Jyou."

"Ah... konbawa..." He still sounded dazed.

"Daijobu?? Sora said you had something to tell us?"

"Oh yeah - well, if you didn't already know, my brother's having a birthday celebration soon. I know it sounds weird coming from me, but would you like to tag along? I don't know if you remember Shuu all that well..."

"Oh, of course I remember him! What about you, Taichi?"

Jyou heard Taichi's faint, yet still uncomprehending, voice in the background.

"Mm, we'll both go. When's this 'happening' party, um..."

"Happening?" Sora added.

"Yeah - when's all this going down?"

Jyou thought for a minute. "Well, I'm pretty sure it's next Friday."

"Good - that's the last day of our break for the semester."

"Great then. I guess I'll drive you all there - meet at my apartment, ok?"

"Sure, I'm game. I gotta go now, check ya later."

"Uh, yeah... see you later." And with that, Jyou hung up the phone.

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"What did Jyou say?" Sora placed the largebox down on her dining room table, opening it to reveal a pizza smothered in pepperoni, sausage, ham, and bacon.

"He said we have to go out, buy him a bunch of puppies, flowers, and kitties, and then we have to give him $100 more dollars for another gift for his brother. Is that ok with you, Sora?"

Once she got the point that Taichi was being sarcastic, she stuck her tongue out at him, which he promptly mimicked.

"Yamato, what did he really say?"

"He wants us to meet at his apartment next Friday so he'll drive us there."

"Good. At least I can get a straight answer out of one of you..." She eyed Taichi warily as he emerged from the kitchen with a pizza-cutter.

"Enough with the chat-chit, let's get to the munchies..." He promptly cut the pizza into eight equal slices, stealing three for himself, and leaving Yamato and Sora to split up the five remaining.

Sora slid two onto her plate, then handing a plate to Yamato. As she walked into the other room, she found Taichi sitting on the couch, munching away at his dinner, about to turn the tv on.

"Before you do anything, Yagami Taichi, you will get off of my new couch and sit on the floor to eat. Unless you want to clean the cushion yourself when you're done..."

"All right - fine... I'm getting off!"

Sora laughed at him as he slid off the white couch cushion, and down onto the floor. Sora opted to sit down in between her couch and the coffee table, stretching her legs out underneath the glass. Taichi moved next to her, assuming the same position. The space between the table and the couch made for a perfect eating position, and Sora soon found out that Yamato agreed.

"Oh - as long as you're still standing, can you get me a water out of the kitchen??" She smiled coyly at him to persuade further.

With a huff, Yamato disappeared from the room and back into the kitchen.

"I'm so tired of studying!!" Taichi whined as he flipped the channels over and over.

It nearly drove Sora insane how fast he would work his thumb over the remote. "You have the attention span of a gnat... Did you know that?" She looked over at him as she took a bite of a slice.

"You just rhymed. Did you know that?" He met her gaze, watching her as she set the slice back on its plate.

"You're incredibly corny... did you know that?"

"You... You..." Taichi struggled to find a good come-back, but none could be found.

Sora laughed, turning to grab the remote and take another bite.

Yamato returned to the room, carrying a bottle of water and a can of root beer. "Here you are, your highness... One fresh bottle of water."

"Fresh from what?"

Yamato searched for an answer as he sat down to her other side. "From the tap?"

She again laughed, turning to change the channel again.

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Two weeks had past, and Sora now stood at Jyou's apartment, waiting for him to answer the door. She crossed her arms over her chest, her foot tapping. She wore black knee-high boots, a slinky black wrap-around tie skirt, a berry-red tube top she had worn due to Mimi's persuasion and constant nagging, a gray duster, and a thick choker to match her shirt. A brown corduroy knee-length cote hugged her frame tightly; a chilly October breeze whipping past the high apartment. Her light brown hair lay in loose curls around her face, which was decorated with light touches of make-up. Shivering as another wind wrapped her in an unfriendly embrace, she turned around to hear the locks on the door finally click open.

"Sorry to keep you waiting out there, Sora. Come on in!"

"Thanks, Jyou. Yamato's not here yet?" She unzipped the boots, stepping into the foyer.

"No, he called and said he had something to do. I gave him directions, and he said he'd drive himself."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah. Make yourself comfortable - Taichi just called and said he be here in a few minutes."

"Ok, thanks." Sora walked around the apartment, eyeing all the personal touches Jyou had added in. He lived pretty secluded, though close to the university he attended. Sora guessed he had a roommate, seeing as how some of the pictures didn't hold Jyou's appearance, and wondered who and where the person was on a Friday night.

She was yanked out of her thoughts when the doorbell rang.

"Can you get that, Sora?" Jyou called from his room.

"Sure!" She waltzed towards the door, and undid all the locks, to open the door to find a very nicely-dressed Taichi.

"Well hey there, good-lookin'..." He reached out to hold her wrist, bringing his body closer to hers.

"Stop it, Taichi..." She pulled away from him, and walked into the warm apartment once again.

"Aw, come on! You look great tonight!"

She gave an exasperated reply of thanks, not thinking too much of it.

"I'm serious! You really look very good!"

"I dunno..." She turned around and looked at Taichi, wearing a simple white button-up dress shirt, and some black chinos. The shirt was un-tucked, giving a very daring, yet still casual, look; a black leather coat rested atop his shoulders. On his feet were some black boots that looked like they were meant more for hiking rather than schmoozing with some upperclassmen. Still, they somehow fit the outfit... "Posh-dressing isn't exactly my forte..."

"Then who the hell made you look so damn good?"

Sora rolled her eyes in response. "Who do you think?"

"Mimi?"

"Give the boy a prize!!" She spun around on her heels to look at the rest of the décor of the apartment. Sighing, she called to Jyou. "Ready yet, Jyou?"

"Yup, just let me get my jacket." He emerged from his room wearing black pants similar to Taichi's, and a light blue dress shirt that complemented his hair and eyes nicely. He left the top few buttons undone, exposing a white shirt underneath. As he walked past, Sora gave him a sly look, then shifted her gaze to Taichi as Jyou donned his leather jacket.

"Hey, Taichi, will you be jealous if I started hanging around Jyou the rest of my life?"

Sora watched as Taichi thought for a second, then turned to the blue-haired genius. "Jyou, where'd you learn to dress like that?"

She only laughed, walking back to get her boots on again.

"All right, you two - let's get going."

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"Where's that damn dirty bastard?"

"What did you say?!" Sora whipped her head around to Taichi, a complete look of shock gracing her features.

"I mean... where's Yamato?" He faked a very corny smile, then dropped it as Sora turned away.

"I've been asking the same question all night and an now, just an hour after he's supposed to be here, you start to worry?"

"Don't worry Sora - I'm only trying to make sure that he gets in that steamy dance with you in front of everyone before we leave." He laughed as he finished his sentence.

"I really do hate you, did you know that?" She turned to face him this time, trying to emphasize her mock-insult. Her hands were planted firmly on her hips, her weight shifted to one side. She could hear the beats of dance music being played in the background; one of her favorite songs playing at the moment.

"And I really like the way you look tonight..." Arms wrapped themselves around her waist as a husky voice whispered in her ear.

Sora whirled around upon hearing the voice in her ear, shivers still running up her spine. "Who-? Yamato! You made it, good!" She wrapped him in a tight embrace, closing her eyes. As she inhaled, she could faintly smell a cologne on him, and she could only imagine what lucky girl would be dancing with him later that night, inhaling the same scent. As she pulled away, it was then that she realized Yamato's hands were at her hips; she quickly ignored saying anything about it, and shifted her attention to his clothes.

Studying him over, she saw he wore a black dress shirt, unbuttoned in a similar fashion to Jyou's, and black pants of the same color. The unbuttoning left no idea lingering in the watcher's mind as to how well-built Yamato was. It seemed he wanted to be dark as midnight, but his blonde hair had given him away. "Mm, you look good!" She slapped his arm for emphasis.

"As do you, my sexy posh princess..."

"Stop it!" she replied, blushing a bit.

"Why?"

Through gritted teeth, she gave her answer. "Because people are staring!"

"Well, what's wrong with that?"

"Everything!" Taichi's exasperated answer came from behind them, causing the two to jump apart.

Sora looked down, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She felt her heart skip a few beats, and butterflies danced in her stomach as if in a never-ending field of wild orchids. She began to think about what Yamato had said, and then realized something. ~Taichi was only making passes at me earlier in the evening, too!~ She began to giggle, which graduated into a laugh, which could only then be stifled by a hand over her mouth. Sora raised her head to look at Taichi, only meeting puzzled chocolate brown eyes.

"Mind telling us what you're laughing at, now, our 'sexy posh princess?'" That received a daggered-glare from Yamato.

"Other than Taichi's face, of course, Sora...?"

That only caused her to giggle more. After calming down a bit, she was finally able to answer. "I don't think you can really blame him, Taichi."

"Why's that?"

"Because only a few hours ago, when you first saw me, you were saying the same thing!"

Taichi rolled his eyes, half in exasperation; half in embarrassment. Sora could only elicit more giggles behind her hands, taking care not to smudge any make-up.

Yamato noticed the excessive laughing, then leaned into ask Taichi a question. "Are you sure she hasn't had anything to drink tonight?"

As she calmed down again, Sora answered for Taichi. "No, I'm fine...!" Hearing the song fade into another song she liked, she regained her composure and sighed.

Yamato got an idea into his head, and a mischievious glint in his eye. "Hey Sora, have you danced at all tonight?"

"No, why?"

Without any other word from Sora, he pulled her hand into the room that was pumping the music in the first place; it seemed as if half the party was in the room itself. He stopped amidst a crowd of dancing fiends, and turned to face her.

"Come on!"

She laughed, shaking her head a bit. "You can't be serious!"

Still holding her hand, he pulled her closer to himself. "I am serious," he whispered.

With one glance into his crystal blue eyes, she knew what he meant.

"Now, come on..." Slowly, their bodies began to pick up the rhythm, as they circled each other like two snakes in a duel of death. Sora felt her temperature climb as Yamato's arms worked around her, trailing up her sides and giving her goosebumps in places she never thought possible. ~I never thought that dancing could release so much tension...~ Throwing caution to the wind, she threw her head back and let her body take over...

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After a few dances together, they thought it best to sit down and take in a refreshment. Yamato lead her to the wall, an arm dangled around her waist, and sat her down in a chair. "Stay here - I'll be right back."

She nodded an ok, and watched him leave. Climbing down from the throes of near-heaven, she sighed and slouched down in the chair. ~Kamisama... How could only a few dances have made me like him so much..?? Gods...~ Feeling rather hot, she felt it proper time to take the acrylic duster off. Slipping it into the chair, and brushing any fuzzy lint things off of her arms, she waited for Yamato to come back. Sora looked around the room, hoping to find Taichi in the crowd.

He found her first. "Sora!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, she found it to be the person she was searching out. "Taichi, hey!" She stood up, ready to greet him. "What's up?"

"Nothing; I just couldn't find you back there."

"Oh, sorry about that." She looked away, still waiting for a drink to rid her of a dry throat.

As she did, though, Taichi couldn't exactly tear his eyes away from her figure. The slinky fabric of the black skirt draped over her curves generously, and the cranberry tube-top only made the torture worse. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each tired gasp that escaped her lips. ~Wait, what am I thinking?! This is Sora we're talking about here!~ Shaking his head and freeing himself of any further thoughts of her physical features, he looked around the room. Desperate for conversation, he brought up the first thing that was in his head.

"Tired?" He looked over to her.

Not hearing him at first, she gave him a confused look. "Oh yeah! I never knew that that much dancing could take that much energy out of you...!" She had to yell through the noise level in the room, which was a little less than bearable.

"Well, then, this should help!"

Sora turned around to find Yamato with a cup of soda, and handed it to her. Sighing, she had to yell again. "Ah, thank you!" She took a sip, feeling not only the carbon dioxide bubbles dance on her tongue, but something else... Something that didn't exactly taste like soda...

Ignoring it, she put her cup down on the table behind her, feeling a bit better. Yamato did the same, turning to talk to Taichi again.

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After about three more sodas, Sora found herself on the dance floor again, with Taichi and Yamato around her. The three of them danced together, letting their inhibitions run in the wind. Sora felt herself being pulled back and forth between them - Taichi would pull her to him, draping her arms around his neck, and his hands resting at her hips; other times, she would find her back cuddling into Yamato's chest, his hands either holding hers or grasping her pelvis and waistline. She felt as if she were on air, dancing back and forth between two people who now weren't considered her best friends in her eyes, but two very eligible bachelors. The feeling of Taichi's hands on her hips made her sigh, desperate for air, but feeling Yamato's breath tickle and circle her neck made her weak in the knees. At one point, she again found herself just dancing in between them, her hips still moving to the beat. She leaned into whisper a request for a pause in Taichi's ear, and in turn, he tapped Yamato on the shoulder, dragging him away from the crowd again.

Sora walked behind Taichi, who lead them over to a couch to sit on. She promptly planted herself down, reclined into the soft cushion. The two males did the same, and sighed in unison. Sora laughed, then followed suit.

Yamato wrapped an arm casually around her, and met her eyes to ask her a question. "Tired yet?"

"A little... It's good, though, that they opened those balcony doors over there a little while back. It would have really gotten hot in there then, if they didn't."

Taichi smacked a hand over hers, the sound attracting both Yamato's and Sora's attentions. "When do you guys wanna go home?"

Sora thought for a second. "I don't know!"

"Maybe I should take her home - she lives closer to me now, since we all moved."

Taichi nodded in agreement. "I'll just go whenever, then."

"Good plan!"

Sora felt her head grow hot again, her heart skipping beats like never before. She watched the legs and feet shuffle in front of her, each pair passing.

One stopped in front of her. "Sora?"

She looked up to find a familiar face staring her down. The girl had long raven-black hair, and was wearing a purple tank top, with straight-leg black pants and open-toe strappy shoes. "Rieko?! Is that you?!!" She jumped up off the couch, leaving two very flustered faces behind her.

"Sora, what are you doing here?!" Rieko embraced the girl before her, feeling good to meet a friend again. "It's so good to see you!"

"I know, it's been quite a while, right?" Sora laughed as friendly conversation continued between them. "I'm actually here for a friend's brother. It's apparently his party."

"Oh, you know Shin, too!"

"Yeah! He actually used to work with my father. Small world, huh?"

"Yeah."

"How do you know him?"

"Well - it being a small world and all, he's my boyfriend's best friend!"

"Really? Wow!"

"Speaking of which..." Rieko leaned into whisper in Sora's ear. "Which of these two handsome guys have you landed? The blonde, or the brunette? I think each one is up for grabs, Sora!"

Blushing more than she had intended to, she pulled away. "Oh, stop! They're both really good friends!" ~Until a few hours ago...~

"Whatever you say, Sora..." Hearing her name called by another person, Rieko acknowledged them, smiling as she did. "Listen, Sora - I've gotta go. I'll see you later, ok? And don't tell me that you're going to stay single with both of these guys sitting around with you!" And with that, she left.

Sora stared off after the girl, laughing at her last comment. She sighed again, but was pulled back down to the couch.

"So, who's your friend?"

"She used to babysit me, Yamato."

"Well, then how come I never knew her??"

"Because, Taichi - any time that you were out with your mother, and my mom couldn't find anybody to watch me, she'd call upstairs to Rieko, and she'd come down and watch me for a few hours."

Taichi seemed satisfied with the answer. "So how old is she," he pressed.

"She's two years older than I am."

Sora heard Taichi utter a curse, then a sigh. She laughed in response, then shifted her gaze to her hands in her lap.

"It's a good thing she's older, Sora." Yamato took her hand in his, clapping their palms together.

"Why's that?"

"Well, besides you, she'd be the first person I'd ask out... But I don't date older women, so I guess you're still first."

Sora rolled her eyes, feeling the familiar rosiness creep into her cheeks. "Stop..."

"Well you know, Sora..."

"No, I don't know, Taichi!"

"I never even gave her a thought! You'd still be the number one girl I'd ask out..."

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure!" She stood up, then turned around to the two men lying on the couch. "All right, you two - back out on the floor!" She pulled them up, and they dragged her fiercely back out to dance.

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Sora's body felt as if it were going to fall over, but her mind kept pushing her to keep her rhythm. Taichi had quit on Yamato and her around half an hour ago, and she still found herself alive as ever, still dancing next to Yamato. Only now, they were dancing to a slow song.

Ki ni naru no ni kikenai
Oyogi tsukarete kimi made muguchi ni naru
Aitai noni mienai nami ni osarete
Mata sukoshi tooku naru

Sora's arms were circled around Yamato's neck, her chin resting in the crook of his shoulder. Her eyes drifted open and closed every few seconds, as their bodies swayed to the slow pace. ~I'm gonna fall asleep here... But at least I'm with Yamato...~ She made herself smile at this thought.

Yamato's hands were resting at her hips, his lips mere breaths away from her ear. His eyes were closed contently, inhaling the lavender scent of Sora's hair. ~How does she do this to me each time I see her? It only seems to get worse... She's amazing...~

"Sora?"

"Hm?"

"You awake?"

She smiled, opening her eyes. "Yeah."

"Good." He sighed. "Wanna go home soon?"

"Sure, if that's ok with Taichi and Jyou."

"Ok."

"But not before we dance a couple times more."

He laughed at her enthusiasm, then pulled away a bit to check his watch. Satisfied with the time, he returned his hands to their previous positions.

"What time is it?" Sora whispered in his ear, breathless.

"It's not the time that you should be out walking home alone..." he whispered back.

"Then what time is it?"

Togirenai you ni Keep it going, baby
Onaji kimochi ja nai nara tell me
Muri wa shinai shuugi demo
Sukoshi nara shite mite mo ii yo

"It's around 12:30."

"12:30?"

"No, it's 4 in the morning..." His answer caused her to laugh again.

"Well, if I'm not walking home alone, then I'm glad I'm with you..." Sora's eyelids slipped closed again, engulfed in the smell of his cologne, still lingering in her mind.

Yamato opened his eyes, bringing his head down for his eyes to rest at the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. It looked so pure... so unsoiled... so delicious... ~Wait, why am I thinking this way about Sora? But... I could just ask her. And I know she'd tell me if I couldn't...~

She felt him duck his head, his breath on her neck again. "Sora, can I ask you something?"

"You just did..."

"Can I..."

"Hm?"

"Can I take this choker off?"

"Why?"

"So I can kiss you."

I wanna be with you now
Futari de distance chijimete
Ima nara maniau kara
We can start over hitotsu niwa narenai

Sora thought over the question. ~If he kisses me... but... I want him to kiss me...~ "No, you can't take it off."

"Why not?"

"Because I will." Sliding her arms from around his neck, she found the clasp to the collar, and undid it, wrapping her arms around his neck again. She secured the choker around her wrist, making it look like an over-sized bracelet.

"Now, you can kiss me."

"But I didn't ask to."

"So, go ahead, then..."

Yamato hesitated, then slowly and gently swept his lips over the flesh at her neck. Feeling no resistance from her, his lips fully grazed the skin again, eliciting a gasp from Sora. Trailing his lips down to the juncture where neck met shoulder, he continued to kiss her, his tongue sweeping out to lightly touch the skin.

Sora couldn't believe it. What she was feeling was beyond just a kiss to her... It was... paradisiacal. She sighed, eliciting breaths of pleasure, feeling her temperature climb...

But it ended all too quickly. Yamato felt that if he had kissed her anymore, and if no one were in the room, he might have had his way with her. ~But I can't... She's Sora... I couldn't do that to her...~ Stroking his lips across her neck one final time, he let out a sigh, and his head rested against hers.

I wanna be with you now
Itsu no hi ka distance mo
Dakishimerareru you ni nareru yo
We can start sooner, yappari I wanna be with you

Sora wished for more. She wished that they were all alone, they had the rooms to themselves... the music would be playing... but only for them. Her eyes stayed closed, regretting he had torn himself away from her. "Yama..."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He pulled away from her to look her in the eye. "For kissing you."

She smiled at his timidity. "Don't feel sorry. I wanted you to..." Sora ducked her head, feeling a bit self-conscious. "...to kiss me."

"You did?"

"Yeah..." She smiled. Her voice was still hushed, though it seemed more than welcome. "I only wish that it could have been more for a first kiss... that's all."

~First kiss..? And she's - ?!~ "Sora..." His hand came to tip her chin up, meeting her gaze so their eyes were locked. "Care to try again?"

Sora smiled faintly, watching as he slowly moved his lips down to hers. Her eyes dipped closed again, and a hot tingly feeling entered her cheeks as they both met in the middle. Each fold of flesh met each other in gentle caresses, as they both began to fall deeper into the gratification of ecstasy. Yamato's hand tenderly moved from chin to cheek, cupping the rosy pink skin as his other arm wrapped itself tighter around her waist. Sora's arms eased themselves from around his shoulders; her hands now playing gently at his neck. With each kiss that Yamato brushed against her lips, Sora felt herself becoming more and more engulfed in him. ~Don't let this end, please...~

She felt the kisses taper off to a slow pace, but she didn't want to let go of the feeling. Thinking that it would still linger in her mind, she pressed her lips to his once again in one final sweep. Slowly, he pulled away, staring at her for an answer.

All Sora could do was dip her head down, her face a mixing pot of emotions: confusion, excitement, love, doubt, and something else... a hot feeling that entered the pit of her stomach each time she thought of his lips on hers. As a rush of fatigue and dizziness washed over her, she rested her head gently against his chest, closing her eyes once again. "Yama..."

"What is it, Sora?"

"You think we could go home now?"

Yamato smiled. "Only if you smile for me again..."

Sora opened her eyes, and backed her head away from the heat of his body to look at him. As his hand held her cheek again, she looked him over and felt a smile curl on her lips.

"Good. Now, we can go." Yamato turned to lead her away, and he felt her arm hook through his. He heard Sora stifle a moan as they made their way over to where her duster lay. He picked it up, holding it out for her to shrug into. Slipping her arms into the fabric, she closed her eyes, feeling Yamato's arms once again wrap her in a heavenly embrace. His hand slipped down to hers, enlacing their fingers. "Come on, sleepyhead," he whispered.

She turned to follow him out, and they waited by the door for Taichi and Jyou. Sora leaned up against a wall, feeling fatigue seep into her eyes like never before. Seconds turned into minutes... minutes into what seemed like eternities...

"How long have we been waiting?"

"I don't know... around five minutes, maybe?"

"Too long, let's just go..."

Yamato turned to reach into the closet and retrieve their coats, but stopped when he saw Sora nodding off and nearly falling over. Catching her, and waking her up at the same time, she fit perfectly into his arms, her half-awake gaze holding him in place. All Yamato could do was stare... stare into an abyssal heaven of fiery reds and hues of strawberries. Sora felt the same way, being frozen by an intense ice blue which seemed to move closer to her with each second. Without realizing it, Yamato's lips were on hers again, but this time, in a more passionate kiss. Lips worked against each other in a heated dance of desire, arms entangling themselves around each other's bodies. With each gentle kiss did Sora feel her lips parting wider and wider apart, until his tongue finally entered her mouth. Supple brushes of his tongue enticed her to go along with the motion, until his kisses fueled a trail to her neck. As his lips elicited moans and gasps of unknown pleasure, Sora knew that here wasn't the place.

"Yama... we can't... right here..."

Nibbling on her ear, he sighed an agreeing reply, his hand slipping down to hers again. He trodded along to the stairs, dragging a still-dazed Sora with him. Finding an empty and secluded room, he pushed the door open, and walked in. She did the same, unzipping the boots from her aching feet. No sooner were they kicked off did Yamato reclaim her lips, his kisses growing hungrier and hungrier by the second. He unbuttoned the grey blouse that he only minutes before put on her, and his arms wrapped around her back once again. Sora's hands busily worked on the buttons to Yamato's black shirt, her fingers dancing over the dark silk fabric after each one was undone. Pulling the shirt tails out of his pants, she pushed the garment over hard-muscled shoulders and arms, and Yamato pulled the wrist cuffs away from his hands fiercely. Stepping out of his shoes and back towards a bed, he followed Sora's pushes until he broke their kiss to fall back on to the mattress. He shifted backwards, pulling her down to him to sit in his lap. She crawled to him, her hungry kisses finding his yet again. His hands, resting at her knees, slowly trailed themselves up her skirt, hiking the material up as well. She moaned as his hands massaged her upper thighs, losing herself to an unknown blindness. Feeling her garments slip away at his hands, she lay back on the bed, giving into the night...

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Sora rubbed her eyes, feeling defeated by the sunshine that poured in the window facing her. Opening them, she leaned and reached over to the clock radio on the night stand next to her. "11:30? Did I really sleep that late?" She suddenly felt a throbbing in her head; an incessant pounding that probably woke her up as well. Turning over from laying on her side now to her stomach, she felt something stopping her. It suddenly pulled her back and into the warm embrace of a body.

Sora thought for a minute. ~Wait... If I'm here... and someone's on the other side of me...~ It then hit her that the only thing not revealing her nude body to the entire room was a blanket, and what or whoever was holding her. ~And if someone's...~ Sora gasped as she realized what could have happened, and what possibly did, last night.

"Awake yet?" She heard the person whisper in her ear. It sounded like a familiar voice, but her mind was so clouded with pain, she couldn't place it.

Not feeling like speaking, she only nodded.

"Good. I was afraid you'd never wake up..."

As the pieces of the puzzle as to who this mystery person began to appear and fit in with each other, tears stained the rims of Sora's eyes. ~Oh no...~ As the picture became clearer... her lying in bed wearing nothing... where she was last night... who she was with... what she had done before entering the room she now lay in... it seemed to all fit together.

Swallowing her tears, she choked up the courage to ask who it was that was holding her. "Yamato?"

"What is it, babe?"

Wincing with the pain of knowing what had happened, she ducked her head. "Are your eyes open?"

"No, why?"

Sora shifted in the mattress, laying on her back; tears still threatened in her eyes. "Open them now."

She watched as clear blue orbs appeared behind tired eyelids, trying to focus. "Yama..."

"Oh no..."

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WAHH!!! Lime-chan thought that that (well, most of it, anyway ^^) part was amazing...

I really didn't know what she was talking about!!! But anyhoo - here's my monthly installment... um, for the month.

OO - btw, those lyrics (from Hikki's "Final Distance," WHICH I ALSO DON'T OWN!! ::glares at groups of lawyers ready to sue::) came from the following site:

http://www.lava.net/~raistlin/

You know, I was kind of worried that it would be too much like lime_lizard's fic...

WHAT AM I SAYING? I STILL AM WORRIED!!!

Well, here's what you do, people - you stay up late at night, listen to lots of Hikki, Daft Punk, and Gorillaz... and then you're all set to probably make the worst mistake of your writing career!! Anyhoo... I recommend you NOT do that if you're looking to write a good fic.

But ::yawn:: I'M REALLY TIRED!!! So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow... err, today!!! OO - THE DIGIMON MARATHON IS ON LATER!!! ::chibi needs to go to bed to watch:: Oyasumi!!! ::waves::