Shorter version of Blinded Love. If you liked the old one better, tell me. Anyway, I made this fic more REALISTIC, x.x; which changes a lot of things. That's why they call it, REVISED. R/R.
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon
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"Mrs. Ishijuro! I'm done for the day!" I shouted to the woman.
"Really? Did you wrap the gifts I gave you?" She asked.
"Yes Mam, I did. I also swept the front of your shop, and ran a lot of errands and such."
I loved the Ishijuros. They were like a family to me. I didn't know what happened to my real family, or how I ended up like this: Blind. Oh well, that's the past. The Ishijuros took me in, when times were hard for me. I remember that day when they found me. I was fourteen or so, and I was at the orphanage [ parents died a while ago, I think. ] And this boy grabbed my hand, and dragged me far away from the orphanage, and left me there. I think it was some sort of joke, because they thought it was funny to see what the 'blind girl' would do. I remembered I tried to get away from his grip, but each time I tried wriggling, he would tighten his grip. It grew late, and I was wandering around the streets unknown to me. Gosh, I was so scared. I guess I eventually groped my way into a bakery shop, the Ishijuros, and well, I've been working here ever since. It's been three years already, and I was soon turning Seventeen. I wonder, sometimes, how my life would have been different if I COULD actually see--or if I had known my parents atleast. Oh well, what matters now, is that I am surrounded by people who care for me.
"Alright, Sora, It's Three PM right now. Since you've been working very hard these few weeks, you can take the rest of the day off."
"Thank you!" I exclaimed.
"Here, let me help you out the door. You always bump into the table without help."
*****
Now, I have gotten to know the streets around this little bakery pretty well. Being blind isn't all that bad. I groped around a little. "Ah, the Park!" I loved Odaiba Park. It was so calm and peaceful there. I sat down on a nearby bench, and slumped down. I think a lot, in the quiet. I wonder, if I could make enough money, I could probably get surgery, and get my eyes fixed before its too late. Ah, it seems to silly to think of things like this. Oh well, I can dream atleast, can't I? My thinking was interupted, by something. I felt the bench move, as though someone sat down next to me on the bench. I scooted over a little, to give whoever a little bit more sitting room.
After I finished moving over, I heard a voice chuckle. "Oh, you don't want to sit by me. Is that it?"
Embarrassment swept over me. "No, I just thought you might want a little more room."
"So, you're calling me fat?" Responded the voice in a sarcastic tone. What's up with this guy, was he toying with me or something like that? He better not be that little bitch that ditched me somewhere..
"No! Not at All.." I responded with a laugh. "And I don't think you are fat." I think he was trying to start up a conversation. Geez, talk about a Flirt. He seemed like a regular Ladie's Man. Ladie's Man my Foot. I hate jack asses like him. Eh, Better be polite. "I guess I should introduce myself. Hi, I'm Takenouchi Sora. Nice to meet you." I offered a handshake.
"Sora, That's a pretty name. I'm Ishida Yamato, nice to meet you too." I felt him accept my handshake, and I smiled--You know, Being polite. Yamato..Huh. That name seems really familiar. Gosh, it's on the tip of my tongue. Oh well, I'll remember it sooner or later.
"You know, I'm somewhat surprised." He said. "I feel really really relieved. You're the first girl that didn't freak out."
"Well, Should I? Should I be impressed?" I cocked an eyebrow. This guy is strange. "Are you like some rockstar or something?" I mocked.
"Yes, Kinda. Teenage Rockstar I guess. I'm Seventeen. I'm not that old." He chuckled.
I forced a laugh. "Heh, Sorry, My mistake, Mr. Rockstar Yamato." This guy wasn't that bad, he was pretty nice actually. Kinda..dense..well, He seemed like a sweet guy. Over confident..What a laugh. Well, I stood up and stretched a little. I wonder how long I had been here."I think it's getting kinda late."
"You kidding me? It's only Three Thirty..You have to go home that soon?" Only three thirty? Bleh.
"Really? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not good with telling time." I laughed nervously. I sat back down. "So..What do you do in this band of yours? What's the band called?" I guess I should show some interest in this.
"My band? It's called the Teenage Wolves. Um..I play the bass guitar, and I sing." He boasted. "I'm the best singer there is." I heard him laugh. "I got all my adoring fans.."
I laughed a little. "I'm sure you sing well, Mr. Ishida. But, I have to say I never heard a number from your band before." I giggled. "Usually, Rockstars such as yourself have a lot of fans."
"Maybe you should come to 'Music Centra' to hear us warm up or something."
" 'Music Centra'.. Hm. Isn't that a music store? So they let you to practice your gig there?"
"Yeah, But, I have to work shifts there to make up for that." He chuckled. "It can get hectic sometimes..." He sighed.
"Of course, You're da 'Main Man.' Aren't you? Da 'super rockstar Yamato!' " I mocked. "Don't you work in Incognito or something? Like, Shades and a Trench Coat, or a Wig?" I giggled. I can just imagine this over-confident rockstar running from his mob of fans.
"Yeah I guess. WHAT?! Damn! Ach--I'm late for my practice. Oh, I must've forgotten and got carried away talking."
"Ah, So You're blaming this on me? You know, it's not good to blame things on people you've just met." I chuckled. "Especially cute, beautiful girls like me." I added with a smirk.
"Dear Sora, I apologize greatly." I heard him say. I felt him take my right hand in his, and plant a kiss on it. Oh brother.
"Well, aren't you a Prince Charming?" I asked.
"Yes, My Dear Cinderella. Hey, I got an idea, Why don't you come with me right now, and listen to us practice. You can tell me what you think, Alright?" He asked.
"Sounds good to me. But, I have a question to ask also. Why do you want me to go? There's a lot of people you could be asking right now."
"Hm. Well, you seemed nice enough, dear Cinderella. I don't like people that like me because I have a good career right now, if that's what you want to call it. I like people who see me as something other than a guitar-playing guy in a band. Yup." Gosh, I didn't know this guy would think about things like this. Usually those 'famous' males just care about money, girls, girls, and girls. I guess I should go with him, so I wont hurt his feelings or something.
"Gosh, I see. Okay, Sure. Let's go. Um..Can we walk? I don't like running."
"That's Great! Oh, If you want to walk. We'll have to walk fast, I'm late."
"Er, Can..Can you hold my hand?" Boy, I felt really embarrassed asking this question. It wouldn't be good trying to hide my needs. Mrs. Ishijuro told me I should be myself, and have more confidence in myself. "I-I have my reasons why." Eh, I felt my cheeks growing hot. I think I'm blushing. What a caring guy--I felt his hand slide over mine. I guess I'll take that as a 'yes.'
"Now, C'mon, Let's Go. Gosh, I'm going have to work overtime for this..ugh." Pretty soon, I was pulled out of my seat, and I found myself lagging behind this stressed boy. "Whoa, Hey, You said we could walk!"
"Well, I lied, so I could get you to come with me!"
"You--" I heard him laugh. Then I heard him say, "Hurry up Slowpoke! You're lagging us behind."
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon
*****
"Mrs. Ishijuro! I'm done for the day!" I shouted to the woman.
"Really? Did you wrap the gifts I gave you?" She asked.
"Yes Mam, I did. I also swept the front of your shop, and ran a lot of errands and such."
I loved the Ishijuros. They were like a family to me. I didn't know what happened to my real family, or how I ended up like this: Blind. Oh well, that's the past. The Ishijuros took me in, when times were hard for me. I remember that day when they found me. I was fourteen or so, and I was at the orphanage [ parents died a while ago, I think. ] And this boy grabbed my hand, and dragged me far away from the orphanage, and left me there. I think it was some sort of joke, because they thought it was funny to see what the 'blind girl' would do. I remembered I tried to get away from his grip, but each time I tried wriggling, he would tighten his grip. It grew late, and I was wandering around the streets unknown to me. Gosh, I was so scared. I guess I eventually groped my way into a bakery shop, the Ishijuros, and well, I've been working here ever since. It's been three years already, and I was soon turning Seventeen. I wonder, sometimes, how my life would have been different if I COULD actually see--or if I had known my parents atleast. Oh well, what matters now, is that I am surrounded by people who care for me.
"Alright, Sora, It's Three PM right now. Since you've been working very hard these few weeks, you can take the rest of the day off."
"Thank you!" I exclaimed.
"Here, let me help you out the door. You always bump into the table without help."
*****
Now, I have gotten to know the streets around this little bakery pretty well. Being blind isn't all that bad. I groped around a little. "Ah, the Park!" I loved Odaiba Park. It was so calm and peaceful there. I sat down on a nearby bench, and slumped down. I think a lot, in the quiet. I wonder, if I could make enough money, I could probably get surgery, and get my eyes fixed before its too late. Ah, it seems to silly to think of things like this. Oh well, I can dream atleast, can't I? My thinking was interupted, by something. I felt the bench move, as though someone sat down next to me on the bench. I scooted over a little, to give whoever a little bit more sitting room.
After I finished moving over, I heard a voice chuckle. "Oh, you don't want to sit by me. Is that it?"
Embarrassment swept over me. "No, I just thought you might want a little more room."
"So, you're calling me fat?" Responded the voice in a sarcastic tone. What's up with this guy, was he toying with me or something like that? He better not be that little bitch that ditched me somewhere..
"No! Not at All.." I responded with a laugh. "And I don't think you are fat." I think he was trying to start up a conversation. Geez, talk about a Flirt. He seemed like a regular Ladie's Man. Ladie's Man my Foot. I hate jack asses like him. Eh, Better be polite. "I guess I should introduce myself. Hi, I'm Takenouchi Sora. Nice to meet you." I offered a handshake.
"Sora, That's a pretty name. I'm Ishida Yamato, nice to meet you too." I felt him accept my handshake, and I smiled--You know, Being polite. Yamato..Huh. That name seems really familiar. Gosh, it's on the tip of my tongue. Oh well, I'll remember it sooner or later.
"You know, I'm somewhat surprised." He said. "I feel really really relieved. You're the first girl that didn't freak out."
"Well, Should I? Should I be impressed?" I cocked an eyebrow. This guy is strange. "Are you like some rockstar or something?" I mocked.
"Yes, Kinda. Teenage Rockstar I guess. I'm Seventeen. I'm not that old." He chuckled.
I forced a laugh. "Heh, Sorry, My mistake, Mr. Rockstar Yamato." This guy wasn't that bad, he was pretty nice actually. Kinda..dense..well, He seemed like a sweet guy. Over confident..What a laugh. Well, I stood up and stretched a little. I wonder how long I had been here."I think it's getting kinda late."
"You kidding me? It's only Three Thirty..You have to go home that soon?" Only three thirty? Bleh.
"Really? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not good with telling time." I laughed nervously. I sat back down. "So..What do you do in this band of yours? What's the band called?" I guess I should show some interest in this.
"My band? It's called the Teenage Wolves. Um..I play the bass guitar, and I sing." He boasted. "I'm the best singer there is." I heard him laugh. "I got all my adoring fans.."
I laughed a little. "I'm sure you sing well, Mr. Ishida. But, I have to say I never heard a number from your band before." I giggled. "Usually, Rockstars such as yourself have a lot of fans."
"Maybe you should come to 'Music Centra' to hear us warm up or something."
" 'Music Centra'.. Hm. Isn't that a music store? So they let you to practice your gig there?"
"Yeah, But, I have to work shifts there to make up for that." He chuckled. "It can get hectic sometimes..." He sighed.
"Of course, You're da 'Main Man.' Aren't you? Da 'super rockstar Yamato!' " I mocked. "Don't you work in Incognito or something? Like, Shades and a Trench Coat, or a Wig?" I giggled. I can just imagine this over-confident rockstar running from his mob of fans.
"Yeah I guess. WHAT?! Damn! Ach--I'm late for my practice. Oh, I must've forgotten and got carried away talking."
"Ah, So You're blaming this on me? You know, it's not good to blame things on people you've just met." I chuckled. "Especially cute, beautiful girls like me." I added with a smirk.
"Dear Sora, I apologize greatly." I heard him say. I felt him take my right hand in his, and plant a kiss on it. Oh brother.
"Well, aren't you a Prince Charming?" I asked.
"Yes, My Dear Cinderella. Hey, I got an idea, Why don't you come with me right now, and listen to us practice. You can tell me what you think, Alright?" He asked.
"Sounds good to me. But, I have a question to ask also. Why do you want me to go? There's a lot of people you could be asking right now."
"Hm. Well, you seemed nice enough, dear Cinderella. I don't like people that like me because I have a good career right now, if that's what you want to call it. I like people who see me as something other than a guitar-playing guy in a band. Yup." Gosh, I didn't know this guy would think about things like this. Usually those 'famous' males just care about money, girls, girls, and girls. I guess I should go with him, so I wont hurt his feelings or something.
"Gosh, I see. Okay, Sure. Let's go. Um..Can we walk? I don't like running."
"That's Great! Oh, If you want to walk. We'll have to walk fast, I'm late."
"Er, Can..Can you hold my hand?" Boy, I felt really embarrassed asking this question. It wouldn't be good trying to hide my needs. Mrs. Ishijuro told me I should be myself, and have more confidence in myself. "I-I have my reasons why." Eh, I felt my cheeks growing hot. I think I'm blushing. What a caring guy--I felt his hand slide over mine. I guess I'll take that as a 'yes.'
"Now, C'mon, Let's Go. Gosh, I'm going have to work overtime for this..ugh." Pretty soon, I was pulled out of my seat, and I found myself lagging behind this stressed boy. "Whoa, Hey, You said we could walk!"
"Well, I lied, so I could get you to come with me!"
"You--" I heard him laugh. Then I heard him say, "Hurry up Slowpoke! You're lagging us behind."