Final Distance

Disclaimer: Look at me – honestly, if you thought I owned Digimon or any Hikki song that is used in this here fanfic… then you're a complete dumbass, cause I don't own anything.

Wow, 'tis been a while, ne?

Yamato: Mm-hm…

Stupid school…  I hate school.

Yamato: Mm-hm…

But Yama loves me, doesn't he?  *looks sweetly at Yama*

Yamato: Mm-…  *looks at chicha*

*gives Yama a death glare*

Yamato: ^^' - … *nods profusely*

That's a good boy…  Now, on with the story ^_^.

Chapter 4

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She rolled around in her bed, a slight aching coming to her stomach.  What is it…?  Why won't it go away?  Why do I feel so … sick…  Groaning, she rolled over again, wincing at the pain that grew.  No…  Why won't it go away?  Seeing as how the pain didn't want to go away, her eyes slowly opened, focusing around the light of the room.  She glanced at her clock on the night table, watching the bright red of 10:52 stare her down.

And then the pain grew.  Quick as she could, her feet carried her into the bathroom – she knew it would happen.

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Gargling for about the third time, Sora never thought that that taste would leave her mouth.  Yuck…  I hate this … that's the third time in … what, six days?  She knew that morning sickness would have to be something to cope with, but she didn't know how much more if it she could take.  Sighing, she placed the glass back down onto the bathroom counter and walked into her room, looking for something to wear.  One month had passed.  One month… only one month…  Hands rummaged around in her closet, finding a beige turtleneck sweater and some jeans.  She lay them on her bed for later, after she had taken the shower.  Going back into the bathroom, she brushed her hair and washed her face, sighing as the soft towel absorbed all that was left of the water on her face.  Grabbing a lime green robe from the back of the door, she walked out into the living room.

He cleaned…  She glanced at everything, rearranged, around the room, and noticed something.  Now it looks like his apartment…  An annoyed and angry expression molded her face into that of a drunken witch, and she groaned as she walked into the kitchen.  Her now-awake gaze found him fixing breakfast, still in his pajamas as well.

"You cleaned."  Sora sounded angry.

Yamato glanced up from his work in the frying pan to find her standing there, and made a face.  "Don't make such an ugly face, Sora – it'll stay that way!"

"You never clean."

"It's a once-in-a-while thing."

"…" She didn't seem convinced.

"Oh, honestly, Sora – calm down!"

"Why?  I wake up to find my entire living room rearranged to look like your apartment, and you want me to calm down?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because you should be happy – it's not everyday that a man rearranges his best friend's living room."

Her slipper-covered feet took her to the refrigerator, grabbing a carafe of orange juice, and placing it on the counter.  She spoke to him while grabbing a tumbler from a cabinet, not looking at him.  "If you were going to arrange your best friend's living room, you should have asked Taichi.  And I meant why did you rearrange my living room."

"Did you apply for online courses, yet?"

She turned around.  "Don't try and change the subject.  And yes, I did."

Yamato sighed, putting down the spatula and letting the eggs simmer.  "I did it because I thought I'd stay here a while.  I don't want the baby to grow up without a father or anything, and I wasn't sure if you could handle bringing up a child in the world alone, especially when you know that there are people around that are willing to help you."

"Oh, so you thought I can't do it, is that it?"  He's so sweet… but it's just so much fun to tease him…

He panicked a little.  Handling an interrogation was one thing… but incurring the wrath of Sora was something else.  "Um… I…"

She couldn't help but laugh.  "I'm only kidding!  Don't worry about it!"  She brought the glass to her lips to take a long sip…

But stopped when he took it away from her in mid-sip.

"What was that for?!"

"For playing with my affections!  Just for that … no eggs for you this morning!"  Yamato turned back to his work, bringing the flame to a higher heat and turning the beaten eggs.

She knew he was joking.  Walking up behind him, her hands came to his neck to massage lightly, enticing him to give in.  "I know you wanna give me some…," she whispered.

"Nope, all for me!!"

"Come on!  I *know* you made enough for me and you, and I know you won't eat it all by yourself…"

He slammed the spatula down on the counter with mock-exasperation, simmering the flame again.  His well-built body whipped around quickly, his hands grabbing hers away from him.  "And *how* would you know something like that?"  Yamato backed her up against the opposite counter, placing her hands behind her at the small of her back.

"Because I know you wouldn't not feed me."  She sounded like a child, sweet and innocent, speaking softly; their faces inches apart.

"You know something…?"

"What?"  She cocked her head to the side in question.

His fingers danced on the ticklish spots of the side of her body, along her back, as well; her laughter filled the room along with protests.  "You're right, I wouldn't not feed you."

"Stop!"

"You know something else…?"  He caught her hands, her laughter slowly dying out as his gaze caught her as well.

"What's that?"  Her breaths came heavy, not expecting him to tickle her so suddenly.

"I…"  Why is this so hard to do?

"You…'re going to tickle me again?  Please don't, I-"

"No, no … I love you…"

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Her eyes widened a bit in shock.  Did he just say … what I think he said?  "You do?"

"Well, yeah."  Yamato's voice sounded a bit surprised.  "I mean… living with you for a month… how could I not?  For a month… with you…!"

Her eyes searched the room for an answer…  What was she to do?

"What's wrong?"  He tiled her cheek to meet her gaze; she looked like a deer in headlights.

"I… I just didn't expect it, that's all." 

A few moments of silence passed between them, until Yamato brought his hand up to softly caress her cheek.  "Do you … love me…?"

How could I not…  He's been the perfect gentleman these past few weeks… he's been so sweet.  Ever since that night… he's changed – everything that I've ever wanted has been him…  And we spend so much time together…  I do… I really love him…  "Yeah…  I do love you…"

He smiled.  "Good, I think it'd be a bit awkward if you didn't…"  His hand stroked her cheek again till his lips touched hers.  Slowly, sweetly, gently, they kissed for the first time, knowing that they loved one another. 

Yeah.. I do…  I do love him…  She smiled at the thought, bringing her arms around his shoulders.  Somehow, kissing someone when you knew that you were in love with them and that the feeling was being reciprocated felt so much better than just kissing them without knowing.  Sure, Sora had boyfriends in the past, some of whom she thought she did love… but when they kissed before, it wasn't anything like this.  Blood rushed to her cheeks as her arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders, feeling his hands slip underneath the robe around her waist.  His lips pushed harder onto hers, his arms snaking their way up her back; she felt his hips push into hers, wincing as her back met with the hard counter.  Better watch it, there…  Her lips caught by his, her words were muffled into his mouth.  "Don't…"

He groaned into her mouth in response.  "Don't what…?"

"Don't… crush me… or … the baby…"

"Mmm…"  His passionate kisses slowed, breaking apart and taking deep breaths.  "If I hadn't already crushed you, I would right now…"

Sora's lips barely touched his own, and she would have made some smart remark, had she not inhaled deeply through her nose.  What's that smell….?  Taking another whiff of the air, her face twisted in question.  "Is something burning?"  She eased his arms off of her, glancing around what she could see of the kitchen to find the source of what smelled.

Yamato, still lost in a daze, smoothed a hand up the side of her thigh, grabbing a hold of her hip.  "I don't thi-"

"No…"  Her hand held his firmly, and she moved out of his embrace to find the answer.

A pile of something black, and what used to be scrambled eggs, sat in the frying pan, smoke rising from its ashes.

Sora looked skeptically at Yamato, who looked down at her as well.

"Isn't that my robe?"

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"You don't even tell me that you rearrange my living room, or bothered to clean it, and then you burn breakfast."

"It's not like there weren't anymore eggs in the fridge."

"But still – you had to get irresponsible and then go and – "

"Well you went along with it!"

"But I wasn't the one who started it!"

"Well if you hadn't gotten so mad…"

"That had absolutely nothing to do with it and you know it…"

He thought.  "If you hadn't not reminded me about the flame still being on-"

"That was your own fault!"

"…"  It didn't seem like he was going to win.  Hm… what else…?  A smile flashed on his lips, a gleam in his eye.  "If you hadn't given me a massage and then coyed your way into getting something to eat…!"

"I…-!"  Realization that what he said was true set in.  Damn… I lost again!  Looking away in defeat, Sora tried to think her way out of this one.

"There, hah!  You can't get out of it, this time, Sora – I won!"  He began to do a little victory dance around her, blatantly shoving in her face to accept that she wouldn't triumph.

"Yeah, yeah… what do you want for it?"

"Come now, Sora!"  He stopped in front of her, his hands clasped in front of him.  "All I want is for you to not be sad…"

"…"

"And for the living room to stay the way it is, and for you to not take my clothes without asking…"  He eased the robe off of her, which she slapped in the arm for.  "… And I want to be able to stay in here with you."

That came outta nowhere!  "Nani?"

"You heard me…"  He slid the robe over his shoulders, cockiness spreading in his face and body language.  "I'm the man of this house now-"

"I still pay half the rent!  And, I still have a job!"

"… As I was saying… I'm the man of this house now, and I think that I should be able to sleep in this…"  He glanced at the bed, then back at Sora.  "… This … Knight-sized-"

"Queen-sized."

"Knight-sized bed with you…  Forget about that shady guest room - … come on, Sora – whatever happened…"  He softened up to her, enveloping her in a hug.  "Whatever happened to us – we used to be such good friends!"

Her arms planted firmly at her sides, unmoving; she stood there, glaring at him with disapproval.

"Come on … please?"

Damnit… stupid puppy-dog face…  Before he said anything else, a hand tilted her chin up, her gaze level with his before he kissed her.  She was stiff, however; she wouldn't cave in this time.

But it was all she could not to.

His lips released hers, and he remained inches away from her.  "Please…" he repeated.

Her brown eyes flickered in his blue orbs, before she kissed him again.  I'm gonna get him back…  Ending the kiss all too quickly, she whispered, "I'll think about it."

Practically throwing her out of his embrace, he jumped back, acting like he was deeply hurt.  "You'll think about it!?"

"Well, yeah – remember what happened the last time we slept in the same bed?"

He laughed.  "Oh, I know you wanted that to happen – you were practically begging me all night, subliminally, 'Oh, please, Yamato, I love you!  Come with me to the upstairs room!'"

Looking for an assault weapon, she found no stuffed animal or anything else hard enough… but a pillow will do just fine…!

"Oi, chotto!"

"I never said anything like that, I never even hinted at it!  I never said anything to you about liking you previous to that occasion, and I hope that Taichi would never tell you that I liked you before that!"  She raised her hands above her head, the pillow in firm grasp, to deliver the final blow, but just one poke right where she was most vulnerable was all it took for her to come crashing into his arms, giggling like a child.  Hands still working, he kept her in his arms for a few seconds, dragging her around the room, her incessant laughter echoing everywhere.  Slowly, his hands found hers to release the pillow and throw it back onto the bed, as she slumped into his arms from exhaustion.

Tilting her head to his, he asked once more.  "What do you say, Sora…?"

The sincere tone of his voice told her he was serious, and the look in his eyes told her spoke now, not hiding anything.  "Kiss me again…"

His grin was the last thing she saw before his lips covered hers, and she felt his strong arms wrap around her as his lips worked slowly.  He dragged her to the bed, lying her down, kneeling over her a bit to balance his weight.  Arms circled around his neck as his lips worked into a passionate level, feeling her body underneath him steady itself into a more relaxed position.  His warm body moved to lay beside her, until her kisses suddenly stopped at the ringing phone, and she whined into his mouth.

"Hnnn…"

"What's wrong?"

She sighed.  "I told Hikari, Taichi, and Takeru that we'd have a late lunch with them today."

"How late is late?"

She thought, twisting her neck to look at the digital clock by the bed.  11:42…  "Hm… 2-ish?"

"Sounds good to me…"

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She sat in his lap, still fully-clothed, kissing him with as much desire and passion as he was for her.  Stealing a glance at the table, she broke the kiss momentarily to ask him something.  "Do you want to stop?"

"Do *you* want to stop?"

12:16…

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Yamato heard the shrilly phone ring in his ear from the hall once again.  His eyes flashed open to look at the clock on the table…  12:52… "Mmm… Sora…"

"Nani," she breathed, not opening her eyes.

"Want to start getting ready?"

"What's wrong with being fashionably late?"

…Such a vixen…  "Five more minutes…"

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Six minutes…  She broke the kiss, desperate for air, her breaths coming short.  She gazed up at him watching as he took depth breaths, his forehead resting against hers.  "Remind me never to lay down on a bed with you and kiss you once…"

Yamato crawled into her embrace more, swallowing.  "Why's that?"

"Because then I can't exactly stop…"

He smiled, laughing, still breathing heavily.  Gathering his knees into a kneeling position, he sat up, holding her to him, never breaking their gaze.  "Think we should get ready now?"

"I don't think we should… but it'd be a shame just to leave them there, waiting for us."

He chuckled.  "No it wouldn't, and you know it…"

"And you used to call yourself the holder of the Crest of Friendship…"

"Yeah, the key words being 'used to.'"

She giggled.  God… I feel like I'm fourteen years old again…  Rising out of his lap, she took the robe off of him and headed into the bathroom for a shower.

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Where the hell could they be?!  Takeru's leg hopped up and down in frustration, his foot tapping against the tile floor of the restaurant.  He sat upright in the chair, his arms folded on the table, looking around nervously.  Checking his watch again, he cursed under his breath.  How could one minute just turn into an hour??  He sighed.

Hikari heard his release of breath, and glanced over to him after taking a sip of water.  She saw his foot incessantly tapping on the marble tile floor through the glass table, and made an annoyed face.  "Takeru, calm down!" she commanded, placing her hand on his knee for him to stop.  "I'm sure they'll be here soon – they just … probably forgot something."

"It's a good waste of a half hour if they lost something…"  Taichi leaned back in the chair, rolling his eyes.

"Onii-san, mou!  They're your friends, give them time!"

"Sora's always on time – what's keeping her now?"

Hikari glanced back at Takeru, looking at him reassuringly.  She heard Taichi chuckle, and whipped her eyes back to him to find his hands folded in front of his mouth, a goofy smiled on his lips.

"Yamato probably is…"  He laughed again, sitting up to scratch his back.

The girl slapped his shoulder, keeping him quiet.  She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, thinking of topics of possible conversation.  "Oh, I almost forgot!  I wanted to throw Sora a baby shower!"

"Keep talking – this is probably all the time you'll get until they get here."

Throwing Taichi an annoyed glance, she continued.  "As I was saying… I wanna throw her a baby shower in about…"  The brunette girl trailed off as she reached in her purse for a planner, flipping through the pages with a pen.  "… a month and a half.  Now, to find a location.  I know!  We can do it at-"

"Don't even think it, Hikari!  I have enough time trying to tell Okaa-san that I'm bringing you over; there's no way in hell she'd let me have 12 of us there!"

Hikari scowled at her boyfriend.  "You assume too much.  I was going to say that we can have it at –"

"Not at my apartment, either!  It's still a shambles since I had Kaa-san, Tou-san, and you over for dinner two months ago!"

It was all Hikari could do to control herself from physically assaulting her brother.  "Taichi … I was talking about having it at-"

"Sora, Yamato!"  Takeru stood to greet the couple, knocking into Hikari for her to put her planner away and worry about the shower later.

"I'm sorry we're late!"  Sora embraced the younger blonde, kissing him on the cheek as well.

Yamato shook hands with Taichi, then moving to his otouto.  "We got a bit lost."

Watching as Yamato ruffled his brother's hair, and as Hikari finished her embrace with Sora, Taichi mumbled under his breath, "Where?  In each other?"

Hikari scoffed, slapping his arm before he could hug Sora.  The older girl took notice of Hikari's surprised face, but paid it no mind.  "It's good to see you two again.  How are you feeling?"  His nod indicated his question was aimed at Sora, motioning as he sat down.

Sora made a face before answering.  "I'm feeling okay, thanks.  Morning sickness is starting to take over, but … I think I'm doing okay for it."

Hikari noticed her scowl, and knew then that she had come down with nausea that morning.  That's why they were late …  She made a mental note to yell at Taichi later.

"I hate to be rude, but can we stop the nausea-talk?  I'm kinda hungry…"

"I agree, Takeru – I think we should order."

~*~*~

"You think it's too early to say anything?"

Yamato looked across the car to her; she leaned on the roof, her chin resting on her arms.  "Hm?"

"Well, I mean …"  She sighed, trailing off. 

"You mean …?"

Her head rose, her finger tracing invisible patterns on the cold metal roof.  "Well … we got through confessing that I'm pregnant to them …"

"And?"

She watched as he fumbled with his keys, trying to get the car open.  Sora's autumn eyes processed that he was trying to avoid the situation.  "Why don't we just tell them that we're getting married?"

The keys clanked on the ground.  Yamato sighed, looking down at them, waiting for words to come to his mind.  Married?  I told her I love her … how am I supposed to tell her right now that I want to marry her?  I've only known that I wanted to take her into my arms and ask her to be mine forever for … hell, ever since the moment I met her, but …  I … she knows that I'll marry her – how could I not?

Who am I kidding?  I knew he wouldn't go for it…  God, how stupid am I?  Now I'm just going to scare him away!  Great job, Sora – you really got him this time …  She laughed, trying to cover up her shame.  "I take your stunned silence as a no.  Right.  How crazy am I?"

He picked up the keys, letting the doors open.

She stepped into the car without another word, leaving him outside.  Crazy enough to know that I would marry you at this very second.

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He sighed, turning out the light on the nightstand and sitting down on the bed.  Her back lay facing him, her face hidden in the shadows.  An uneasy silence cradled each of them ever since the ride home that day, and there was no way either of them would get through the night without uttering a word about it.

He hasn't said anything to me – that just proves that I've scared him away!  He barely looked at me at dinner…  Maybe I should just drop dead right now.  She audibly sighed as well, bringing the blanket closer to her chin.  Her bare, exposed arms caught the breeze coming in through the slightly open window, and she sunk deeper into the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed for what seemed like hours, pondering his next move.  I have to say something to her – I can't just let things drag on.  I don't want to push her away by just ignoring what she said …  But it looks like she's already turned her back on me.  Think, think, Ishida!  What the hell am I going to do?  His thoughts whisked through his mind, leaving and dissipating just as quickly as they appeared.  Her sharp intake of air brought him out of his small reverie, and he could hear her yawn; a signal that she would soon slumber.  Now or never…

She felt the bed shake as his figure relaxed into the mattress; her eyes darting as far away from his figure as they could go as the tremors soon ceased.  Sadness overtook her heart again, shortly followed by shock as his arm wrapped gently around her and his lips touched her ear lightly.

"Sora," he whispered.

Her auburn hair lightly smacked the pillow before being crushed by her head, her body resting on her back now.  She watched as his eyes turned sad and pleading; begging for forgiveness.

"Please, Sora; I don't want to hurt you at all."  His hand rested gently on her lower abdomen, indicating that he was telling the truth.  "It just scared me a little today when you mentioned getting married."

She swallowed, her brow lifting in curious attention.  Her lips began to whisper his name, but he stopped her.

"I know that you probably didn't mean that…"

Her eyes strayed from his.

"But," his fingers smoothed against her cheek, bringing her gaze back to his, "I do hope you know that I love you, and I have every intention of marrying you."

He watched as her eyes slipped closed, her chest rising unsteadily as she inhaled.  Now I've just made her cry…  "I just can't marry you now.  I don't know what it is.  I know that I want to, but … I just can't.  Sora, please don't be mad-"

"Sshh…"  Her hand brushed against his, holding it against her cheek.  "I'm not mad.  And I know that you love me.  I must have been such an idiot to say something about marriage this early.  I don't care if you marry me or not.  All I want is you here by my side."

He faintly smiled.  "I'll never leave you."

His arm wrapped gently around her as hers cascaded around his neck, eyes slipping closed in each the comfort of the other's love.  Gently, his lips danced against hers, never wanting to stop.

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And … WE'RE DONE !!!  …Two months after I started this chapter.  *cough*  And at … 1:08 in the morning, people!  Don't worry, I'm on my spring break.

*yawn*

*looks at Yama*  So, Yamato … it's kinda late at night … mind … slipping in my bed and telling me what I just wrote with pure emotion and drama and all the feeling in your heart???  *smiles sweetly*

¬.¬ …  Eh, no, thank you.

*gets flustered*  Fine then – I'll just lock you in a dungeon and never let you come out – you won't even get to see me!

*chibi-Yama dances around*  Wai, wai!

. … sometimes, I just hate that boy.