Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, so step off already!

This fic is entirely for fun to relieve me of the stress of writing two of my other fics. It actually came by way of my dreams! There are no official couples, but I might turn this into romance. If you read on, you'll see what two couples I might choose. Don't forget to review!

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I'm not feeling all right today

I'm not feeling that great

I'm not catching on fire today

Love has started to fade

I'm not going to smile today

I'm not gonna laugh

You're out living it up today

I've got dues to pay

Yamato quietly eased his way to the front door, hoping his dad – who was most likely standing in the kitchen bewildered – would not hear him. He slipped his shoes on with ease, grabbing his green school jacket off the hook and his bag from its place on the floor. He paused to make sure his father was still in the kitchen before reaching for the door handle. The hinges on the door squeaked as he opened it and in a flash his father was around the corner. Yamato smiled at him and dashed out the door towards the elevator.

"Yamato! Get back here!" his father roared after him. He made it to the elevator and hit the ground level button, waving goodbye to his father with a winning grin as the elevator doors closed. When he made it to the first floor and got off, his father was leaning against the railing above – apparently having gone back inside to get a robe on – glaring angrily down at him. "You're dead meat you worthless child!"

"I'll see you tomorrow dad!" Yamato laughed and walked on towards his school. He already had things figured that he should spend the night with Taichi if he wished to keep his life a day longer.

The day had begun rather amusedly for him, plastering a wide smile on his face. He felt like skipping, but being of the age he was, he knew better than that. Frith, I'm acting like Tai! The thought made Yamato laugh, which got him a few odd stares from other passerby's and smiles from the shopkeepers who saw him everyday on his way to school. Sometimes the donut man – Yamato not knowing his real name – would give him all the extras and he took them with him to give to Taichi, the boy being a bottomless pit that would do anything for more food – much to Yamato's advantage. However, today that was not the case. Instead, the donut man pulled him off to the side, grinning like a mad man.

"What? You're starting to scare me with that smile of yours," Yamato said.

The donut man quickly hushed him and pointed at the crowd moving past. "See her?"

Yamato looked around. "Uh… be a bit more specific. I see about ten hers and they keep changing as more come and go."

"No, no! Not those! The one sitting on the bench over there, see?" The donut man pointed again, a bit more urgent this time. Yamato followed his gaze to where the bus stop was. On the bench was a crying girl. At first Yamato was about to ask what the big deal was, but then he recognized the girl.

"Hey, I know her. That's Sora; I haven't seen her in a while," he said, watching as she wiped some tears away. "I wonder what she's doing over here. I thought she lived near Tai."

"She met her boyfriend down here and he broke up with her," the donut man replied, smiling brightly at Yamato and raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Yamato instantly recognized that look. "No. No. And… no. Let me say it one more time: no."

"Why not?" the donut man huffed. "She's in a time of need, she's pretty, and you know her. What more could you ask for?"

"But she's my friend!" Yamato laughed. "It'd be too weird."

The donut man didn't appear pleased, but nodded with a sigh. "At least go talk to her. If you're her friend, you should comfort her."

Reluctantly, Yamato made his way across the street to the bus stop. He didn't really know what he was going to say to someone that he only saw in the hallway every now and then, especially when that someone's boyfriend just broke up with her. Sighing, Yamato ran a hand through his hair and sat down beside Sora. She didn't even look at him, probably thinking he was someone who was simply waiting for the bus.

"So… haven't talked to you in a while…" Yamato started lamely. Sora peeked from behind her hands at him.

"Hey," she said flatly. "What are you… oh yeah, you live down this way don't you?"

"Yeah." Yamato felt stupid. What was he supposed to say? He hadn't really talked to Sora in over four years. "Okay…"

"Listen, Yamato, you don't have to talk to me just because I'm crying. You're probably already late for school," Sora interrupted. She sat up and wiped away the rest of her tears, faking a smile.

"No, it's fine. Besides, you see that round little man over there? If I leave without you he'll be upset. He's got it in his head that we'd be a cute couple," Yamato explained.

This made Sora laugh a little. "Did you tell him we hardly know each other anymore?"

"Yeah, but he listens about as much as Tai ever did, or does," he said, smiling as Sora laughed a bit more. He leaned back, stretching, and looked at the white clouds in the sky. "But you're right about being late. Not that it matters to me. I don't care at all."

"I do."

Yamato made a choking noise and he shot up straight at the sound of his father's voice above him. He smiled sheepishly at his dad's death glare and scooted Sora off the bench, pushing her in the direction of their school. "We'd better get going anyhow."

"Not so fast," his dad growled and grabbed his jacket collar, jerking him back. "If you don't care to go to school, then why not stay home and clean up that mess in the kitchen, hm?"

"It's not a mess!" Yamato protested, wriggling to get away from his dad. "I think it looks…"

"Like a mess!" his dad interrupted. "Now get your ass home, or must I drag you there?"

Mr. Ishida swung him in the direction of their apartment and pushed him that way. Yamato gave him a frown but headed in the direction anyway, only pausing to give Sora a smile before walking on. He sighed, seeing his apartment building not too far ahead of him. Well, so much for that Physics test, not that he was going to pass it, but at least he would have had a 30 instead of a 0. I guess this means I can stay in my nightclothes all day! He thought cheerfully.

He chose going up the stairs for once instead of the elevator. As much as the relaxation of staying in pajamas all day appealed to him, he did not want to clean up the kitchen. It wasn't his fault! Okay, maybe it was, but still! If his father would buy him sleeping pills he wouldn't have his problem, but nooooo. Mr. Ishida had something against taking sleeping medicine. Yamato took a pill at Taichi's once and when he told his dad, he went crazy – screaming things about how Yamato would never go to Taichi's again. Of course that didn't last long.

Yamato hopped up the stairs, skipping every other one. He finally made it to his floor right as his neighbor was leaving her apartment. She smiled at Yamato.

"What did you do this time?" she asked.

"Nothing much. Just a little popcorn and cranberry strings strewn across the kitchen and my dad flipped, as usual," Yamato replied brightly.

She laughed and shook her head. "One of these days you're going to get yourself in more trouble than you can handle."

"Nonsense!" Yamato laughed and pulled out his keys. He waved goodbye to her before unlocking his door and stepping inside. The first place he went to was the kitchen, and he looked into the room a tad bit proud. Who else can make such wonderful decorations and hang them so perfectly across the kitchen at three in the morning?

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And the gravedigger puts on the forceps

The stonemason does all the work

The barber can give you a haircut

The carpenter can take you out to lunch

Now, I just want to play on my panpipes

I just want to drink me some wine

As soon as you're born you start dyin

So you might as well have a good time

Yamato was cleaning his room when the doorbell rang through the apartment. He dropped the items he had in his hand, turned off his radio, and made his way to the front. He'd spent most of he day cleaning the apartment, having gotten bored watching morning cartoons that were meant for children. Despite his continuous cleaning throughout the day, he still had a great amount of energy and was hoping it was Taichi who was at his door.

He had a good feeling it was a swung the door open, mouth open and ready to invite his friend in. However, it was not Taichi standing at the door, but rather a girl. He closed the door as quickly as he opened it, being embarrassed that this girl saw him in his plaid pajama pants and baggy Smash Mouth shirt. He looked through the peek hole to see that the girl was Sora, and sighed with relief. At least it wasn't another one of those damn social workers.

"Sora?" Yamato said through the door.

"Uh… Yes?"

"I'm sorry I slammed the door in your face. I thought you were Taichi… Anyway, let me get dressed, okay?"

"Okay…"

Yamato quickly went back into his room and changed, not wanting to make her wait for too long. He simply slipped back into his school uniform since it was already out, discounting the green jacket, that is. As he finished buttoning the last button, he opened the door, planting a smile on his face.

"Sorry. I don't normally get house calls from anyone but Taichi and my brother," he said, subconsciously running a hand through his hair. "Want to come in?"

"Sure, I guess," Sora replied and stepped in as he closed the door. "I'm sorry to come by so unexpected, but after this morning I felt we needed to talk… catch up, you know?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean. And Taichi will be here in about… oh, maybe five, possibly ten minutes. Yamato looked at his watch as he approximated the time it would take Taichi to run home, drop off his stuff, grab a snack, and run to his apartment.

"You invited him over already?" Sora asked.

"No, but he usually shows up when I don't make an appearance at school," Yamato laughed. "Always worried I could have tripped down the stairs, or the elevator broke with me in it, or something stupid like that."

"Wow, you two really became good friends after all the digital world happenings. I thought you'd be enemies forever!" Sora said.

The doorbell interrupted whatever Yamato was about to say. He looked towards the door, and then at Sora with a smile. "I bet that's him."

Sora watched from down the hallway as Yamato opened the door and a big, brown fuzz launched through the doorway, tackling Yamato to the ground.

"Yama!" it cried. "Where were you?"

"Ah, Tai, get off," Yamato laughed. "You crushing my spleen!"

"Your what?" Taichi asked, sitting up.

"Just get off!" Yamato flipped him to the side and sat up, pushing the door closed with his foot. It was then that Taichi noticed Sora standing and watching. He blinked at her for a moment before the realization struck, and then he was off the floor in a flash with her scooped into a hug.

"Sora! I haven't seen you in forever!" Taichi exclaimed. He swung her around in the air in a circle as Yamato stood up. "How've you been?"

"Fine… I guess…" Sora replied dizzily. She managed to detach Taichi from her and put both feet back onto the ground, the way she liked it.

Taichi looked back and forth between Sora and Yamato, his smile getting wider and wider. "Are you two…?"

"No. Sora just got to witness my dad and I this morning and thought she'd drop by to see how's it been. You know, since we're all going different ways now," Yamato explained.

"Oh." Taichi looked disappointed at first, his smile faltering a little, but he remained his perky self. "So, what did you do this time, Yama? Write on the walls with shaving cream?"

Yamato gave him a flat look. "No. I decorated the kitchen with popcorn and cranberry strings."

"Sometimes I wonder about you," Taichi said with a shake of his head. "Here you are supposed to be the cool collected one."

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It wasn't until late that evening that Mr. Ishida returned home, almost dreading what he'd find there. He had four bags of ice, two in each hand, and also the idea of how to correct his son's craziness. It amazed him how someone acted calm and normal in public could act like a hooligan in the privacy of his home.  Especially at three in the morning! He was getting tired of scraping paint off the tables, washing syrup off the couch, pulling clothes off the fan, etc. One child could cause so much destruction that it was simply amazing.

He wasn't startled to hear loud voices coming from behind the door to his apartment. More than likely Taichi was over, and possibly even Takeru – whom he wished at times he had instead of Yamato. He set two of the bags of ice by the door as he unlocked it and then moved inside. He was busy taking off his shoes and coat when he heard a voice he didn't normally hear. Freezing, he listened carefully, identifying the voice as not male. This worried him a bit.

Leaving the ice in the front hallway, he cautiously walked to where the voices were coming from, which was the kitchen. Sitting at the table with Yamato was a girl. Not only a girl, but a blushing girl who was shyly looking away from Yamato. And sitting on the counter was a laughing Taichi. Mr. Ishida briefly locked eyes with his son.

"Yamato, why don't you escort your two friends down stairs while I start dinner," he said, trying to keep the darkness out of his voice.

"Sure dad…" Yamato said uneasily. He didn't see the point of having to walk people down stairs. To the door maybe, but down all that way? "Let's go."

The three of them left the kitchen and slipped into their shoes. Sora grabbed her stuff, having not gone home before arriving at Yamato's and they left the apartment. They picked going down the stairs to lengthen the time in which they could finish catching up. On the last flight, Taichi and Yamato agreed to meet the next day, as it was a Saturday, for lunch at a small café down the street that was about half way between them. Sora wished Yamato a goodbye before walking off with Taichi since she lived down the same way he did. Yamato went back up the elevator.

When he re-entered his apartment, it was dark. All of the lights were off except for the bathroom light, making him feel uncomfortable. He sat down on the floor and pulled off his shoes. As he was doing such, he felt strong arms wrap around his middle and lift him into the air.

"Hey!" he cried out. "What's the deal?"

"Stop kicking!" his dad's rough voice snapped. Yamato did as told and his dad carried him into the bathroom. His eyes widened as he saw the bathtub filled with ice and a little bit of water and he started to fight again, but his dad was much stronger than him and in a moment he was dropped into the cold tub.

"Ahh!" Yamato tried to jump out, but was shoved back in. His dad scooped up some of the ice water in a pitcher and dumped it over his head. He wrapped his arms around his body and shivered, teeth chattering.

"Okay," his dad started. "Rule One: Girls are not allowed in the apartment unless I'm home, and only then are they allowed in the kitchen if I'm in the kitchen. If I have to leave the kitchen, she has to leave the apartment. Even if it is to use the restroom. She'll just have to wait outside while I do, and I don't particularly feel like listening to whatever conversation you two have, so don't expect to have a girl over often."

"W-h-hyyy n-n-noott?" Yamato asked, shaking from the cold.

"Because I know what you'll be trying to do behind closed doors," his dad snapped. "That wont be happening."

Yamato, being the naïve person he was, had to think a while before understanding what his dad meant. "Hey! I'm not like that at all!"

"Yeah right. You're seventeen and a rock star. I know how you louts think. Going on, Rule Two: You can NOT have a cat, so stop asking!" his dad exclaimed, dumping another pitcher of ice water over his head.

"But you have a dog!" This protest promptly got Yamato dunked into the ice water. He spluttered and shivered some more, sure that by now his lips were turning blue.

"I have a dog because I'm the one in charge of this apartment, and the dog is like the son that unfortunately does not live with me! Scruffy obeys, unlike you." His dad dunked him under the water and ice again for good measure. "Rule Three: You will do nothing to the apartment in the middle of the night. I don't care what you do in your own room, as long as it does not wake me up, but the rest of the apartment is off limits!  I'm tired of being afraid to wake up! Why don't you just write lyrics for a new song, or finish homework, or something! Stop screwing up the apartment!"

Again he was dunked under the water and had another pitcher poured over his head when he came back up. "I do do that! But that gets boring! I can't help it. If you'd get me something to help me sleep…"

"What you need is psychiatric help!" Yet another dunk under the water. "Now, if any of these rules are broken, I will take a pair of scissors to your hair and I will cut it so badly that you'll have to shave your head in order to fix it!"

Yamato's hands flew to his hair and a look of horror spread across his face. "You can't!"

"I can do whatever I want while you are under my roof!" Mr. Ishida growled. He once more dunked his son under the water. When Yamato came back up, he grabbed him by the shoulders and made looked him straight in the eyes. "Do you understand the rules?"

"Yes," Yamato muttered weakly.

Mr. Ishida smiled. "Good. Now get into something dry."

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

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Poor Yama! Muawahahaha! He has a sleeping problem. Okay, I don't know if I'm going to put romance in this fic or not. If I do, I'll either make it Taito or Sorato, whichever mood I'm in. I wrote this first chapter in one hour, so that's why it seems rushed. If I do continue on this fic, then most of the chapters will be short like this. I might not even continue. This may be it! It depends on the reviews! Also, this goes under Raindrops and Point Blank, so it may be a while before I write more on it. Anyway, review!