Hello all you Taiora readers-
Haven't seen me in a while! But have no fear- I am still around…. Just posting some other fics on top of my assortment of Taioras! I do have several Taioras to post for you so keep your eyes open-
I do appreciate the reviews- So keep them coming- the more I get the faster I type, and the more willing I am to procrastinate with school work :) Wait- I do that on a daily basis- anything (well almost anything) is better than reading 100+ pages of boring essays and mind numbing banter. Oh well I'll shut up now- sorry
This is another one of my AU/different time period Taioras. Sorry I'm a history nut and I like writing about the past- especially American and Japanese History- very interesting. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon- This goes for the entire story- I hate having to type stupid disclaimers- so I repeat- I don't own it!
The hot Carolinian sky shone down on the land. In the cotton field scores of workers labored. Well they weren't just workers, they were slaves. But this was the common and widely accepted sight for the year and this part of the United States. It was early in the spring months of the year 1861, and the fledgling nation was having troubles. There were whispers and rumors that war was upon them, but they mostly went unnoticed as the plantations continued it's usual day-to-day life.
From the center of a large plantation a girl, in her mid teens came trudging towards the fields. Her auburn hair, which once was in perfect order, was now flying free past her shoulders. In her very confining long dress she carried two heavy wooden buckets full of water from a well. Her dress, which immediately identified her as a member of the higher social class, and the daughter of the plantation owner, was no longer in pristine order. It was damp from perspiration and spilt water, and dirty from walking out into the fields. Still she walked out back towards the fields giving water to the tired worker.
Her actions were looked down on by all the other 'white' workers and hired hands, so she was all alone in her task of trying to ease the pain of the other's unjust labor.
By now she had made several trips, but had a long way to go so that everyone got a drink.
She had just filled up the next two buckets and was about to return to the field when a strong arm took hold of one of the buckets.
"You know, Sora you shouldn't do that." A voice said from behind her.
Sora was a little angered. Several of her father's hired hands tried to stop her and it was hot- she wanted to finish soon and take a break herself. She was just about to turn on the man and yell at him when she saw who it was.
"You'll get heat stroke. Here let me help." A young man said. He looked to be not too much older than she was. She turned and recognized the unruly brown hair and deep caring eyes to be those of her best friend Tai.
"You know Sora, you shouldn't have to do this- it's a man's job to see to it the people get water." He smiled as he took both buckets from her tired hands.
"Tai, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Do I need an excuse to see my best friend?" He asked her as he began walking towards the fields. Sora quickly filled another bucket and followed. Together they made several more trips.
"So, I suppose you've been doing this all day?" He asked. "You know you shouldn't push yourself all the time- it's hot and.."
"Tai, they don't get a break- why should I?"
"Come on Sora, you're not the same… I mean I dislike slavery as much as you, but there's nothing we can do about it right now."
"You're wrong Tai. We can do a lot."
They were almost done with the field of workers. The temperature was rising very fast. Tai, who was a great deal stronger than Sora and was more rested was doing just fine in the heat. Sora however was trying hard to keep up. They had just entered the cotton field again when all of a sudden Sora collapsed. A gasp came out from the slaves. They all liked Sora and thought of her as one of them and a friend came to her aid.
"Miss Sora?" A woman ran to her. Tai turned around to see what was the commotion. He nearly spilt the two buckets he carried as he dropped them and ran to Sora.
"Sora!" He yelled as he touched her forehead. She was burning up. Her skin looked a sickly pale and her cloths were drenched with perspiration.
"Quick get some water." Tai said and a slave brought over one of Tai's buckets. He took off his shirt and soaked it in the still cool water. He gently wiped her face and tried to cool her down.
Several slaves helped him unbutton some of her cloths- 'This dress is way to thick!' He thought.
"I have to get her to some shade." Tai said as he picked her up into his arms and ran to the nearest tree. Once in the comfort of the shade of a big tree he continued to douse her with cold water. Soon she began to come around.
"W..what happened?" She groaned as she came to.
"God Sora you scared me!" Tai sighed as he helped her sit up against the tree trunk. "Are you going to stop now? You could have hurt yourself seriously!"
"Tai what are you talking about?"
"You passed out! You've been working to hard in this heat- Now will you at least take a break and we'll get you a change of cloths and something cool to drink.." Tai said as he stood. Sora being the stubborn person she was tried to stand as well; only to fall down. Tai shook his head at her and chuckled. "You don't give up do you?"
"Shut up and help me up, will you?" She said finally knowing she needed help. Tai bent down to help her. Instead of getting her to her feet, he picked her up in his arms like some knight in a fairy tale.
Sora's first reaction was to blush as she felt his bare chest. She then began to squirm. She wanted to walk.
"Will you just relax-" Tai said as he began walking to her house. Sora did stop moving and a silence fell between the two.
It was awkward, but not uncomfortable. The feminine side of Sora instinctively kicked in and she put her arms around his neck and relaxed with her head on his shoulder. This side of Sora rarely kicked in, being raised by only a father that Tai almost threw her off him and asked what happened to his friend. But he didn't. Instead he kind of liked the butterflies in his stomach as he carried her up the porch of her two-story home.
Haven't seen me in a while! But have no fear- I am still around…. Just posting some other fics on top of my assortment of Taioras! I do have several Taioras to post for you so keep your eyes open-
I do appreciate the reviews- So keep them coming- the more I get the faster I type, and the more willing I am to procrastinate with school work :) Wait- I do that on a daily basis- anything (well almost anything) is better than reading 100+ pages of boring essays and mind numbing banter. Oh well I'll shut up now- sorry
This is another one of my AU/different time period Taioras. Sorry I'm a history nut and I like writing about the past- especially American and Japanese History- very interesting. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon- This goes for the entire story- I hate having to type stupid disclaimers- so I repeat- I don't own it!
The hot Carolinian sky shone down on the land. In the cotton field scores of workers labored. Well they weren't just workers, they were slaves. But this was the common and widely accepted sight for the year and this part of the United States. It was early in the spring months of the year 1861, and the fledgling nation was having troubles. There were whispers and rumors that war was upon them, but they mostly went unnoticed as the plantations continued it's usual day-to-day life.
From the center of a large plantation a girl, in her mid teens came trudging towards the fields. Her auburn hair, which once was in perfect order, was now flying free past her shoulders. In her very confining long dress she carried two heavy wooden buckets full of water from a well. Her dress, which immediately identified her as a member of the higher social class, and the daughter of the plantation owner, was no longer in pristine order. It was damp from perspiration and spilt water, and dirty from walking out into the fields. Still she walked out back towards the fields giving water to the tired worker.
Her actions were looked down on by all the other 'white' workers and hired hands, so she was all alone in her task of trying to ease the pain of the other's unjust labor.
By now she had made several trips, but had a long way to go so that everyone got a drink.
She had just filled up the next two buckets and was about to return to the field when a strong arm took hold of one of the buckets.
"You know, Sora you shouldn't do that." A voice said from behind her.
Sora was a little angered. Several of her father's hired hands tried to stop her and it was hot- she wanted to finish soon and take a break herself. She was just about to turn on the man and yell at him when she saw who it was.
"You'll get heat stroke. Here let me help." A young man said. He looked to be not too much older than she was. She turned and recognized the unruly brown hair and deep caring eyes to be those of her best friend Tai.
"You know Sora, you shouldn't have to do this- it's a man's job to see to it the people get water." He smiled as he took both buckets from her tired hands.
"Tai, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Do I need an excuse to see my best friend?" He asked her as he began walking towards the fields. Sora quickly filled another bucket and followed. Together they made several more trips.
"So, I suppose you've been doing this all day?" He asked. "You know you shouldn't push yourself all the time- it's hot and.."
"Tai, they don't get a break- why should I?"
"Come on Sora, you're not the same… I mean I dislike slavery as much as you, but there's nothing we can do about it right now."
"You're wrong Tai. We can do a lot."
They were almost done with the field of workers. The temperature was rising very fast. Tai, who was a great deal stronger than Sora and was more rested was doing just fine in the heat. Sora however was trying hard to keep up. They had just entered the cotton field again when all of a sudden Sora collapsed. A gasp came out from the slaves. They all liked Sora and thought of her as one of them and a friend came to her aid.
"Miss Sora?" A woman ran to her. Tai turned around to see what was the commotion. He nearly spilt the two buckets he carried as he dropped them and ran to Sora.
"Sora!" He yelled as he touched her forehead. She was burning up. Her skin looked a sickly pale and her cloths were drenched with perspiration.
"Quick get some water." Tai said and a slave brought over one of Tai's buckets. He took off his shirt and soaked it in the still cool water. He gently wiped her face and tried to cool her down.
Several slaves helped him unbutton some of her cloths- 'This dress is way to thick!' He thought.
"I have to get her to some shade." Tai said as he picked her up into his arms and ran to the nearest tree. Once in the comfort of the shade of a big tree he continued to douse her with cold water. Soon she began to come around.
"W..what happened?" She groaned as she came to.
"God Sora you scared me!" Tai sighed as he helped her sit up against the tree trunk. "Are you going to stop now? You could have hurt yourself seriously!"
"Tai what are you talking about?"
"You passed out! You've been working to hard in this heat- Now will you at least take a break and we'll get you a change of cloths and something cool to drink.." Tai said as he stood. Sora being the stubborn person she was tried to stand as well; only to fall down. Tai shook his head at her and chuckled. "You don't give up do you?"
"Shut up and help me up, will you?" She said finally knowing she needed help. Tai bent down to help her. Instead of getting her to her feet, he picked her up in his arms like some knight in a fairy tale.
Sora's first reaction was to blush as she felt his bare chest. She then began to squirm. She wanted to walk.
"Will you just relax-" Tai said as he began walking to her house. Sora did stop moving and a silence fell between the two.
It was awkward, but not uncomfortable. The feminine side of Sora instinctively kicked in and she put her arms around his neck and relaxed with her head on his shoulder. This side of Sora rarely kicked in, being raised by only a father that Tai almost threw her off him and asked what happened to his friend. But he didn't. Instead he kind of liked the butterflies in his stomach as he carried her up the porch of her two-story home.