A/N I'm back! =] From the dead... I think I was alive, actually... oh
well, I'll shut up. Anyhow, 8th chapter! Yes! 8th! LOL... on with the
ficcy!
Disclaimer: *shoves the disclaimer aside* Eh, sod off!
Mine Forever
Sora sighed and leaned against the wall in her small apartment. It was Sunday, meaning no work at the bar. 'I hate Sundays... nothing to do, on these shitty days...' Sora thought, her mind groaning.
She picked up the phone. She slammed it down. She opened the fridge door, and slammed it shut. Patience. She had lost patience over these three years.
"Nothing to do!" she growled to herself. She looked around her apartment.
Clothes thrown everywhere. Empty food packets. Bits and pieces were littered around Sora, making it hard to wade through.
"Guess a little cleaning never hurt anybody..." she mumbled to herself, starting to pick up clothes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Tai, is your head okay?" Matt asked for the thousandth time. They were half-way to New York, and he kept asking how Taichi's head felt.
"The same as five minutes ago..." he muttered, pressing the ice pack to his forehead. Suddenly, Daisuke leaned over his seat, and Takeru appeared over Matt's.
"Taichi, we're really sorry!" Davis started, "We didn't mean to!"
"It was our fault," TK continued.
"Okay, okay!" Tai held up his hand. Takeru and Daisuke shut their mouths, and sat back down.
Davis leaned close to TK.
"No more pointless fights about Kari, and no more name calling this trip, okay?" Davis held out his hand.
"Deal." Takeru shook it.
Yamato turned around.
"What were you two fighting about, anyway?" he asked, expecting the same answer as always.
"About... you-know-who..." Takeru said, slight annoyance in his voice.
"No need to get annoyed, I only asked!" Matt said in that voice he used when he was meant to say sorry, but didn't feel like it.
"We really need to make a list of rules of do's and don't's for this trip!" Takeru whispered to Daisuke. He immediately produced a piece of paper and a pencil from nowhere.
Takeru raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Davis said, "I always have some just in case, ya know."
"Whatever."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sora had nearly finished tidying up. She had folded all her clean clothes, and put them in her closet. She had thrown all the trash into the trash can, and arranged her closet so she fit everything in neatly.
"I might be a bad girl, but I still know how to be neat!" she chuckled to herself. She now had a perfectly cleaned apartment, with her make-up neatly in the shoe boxes.
She smiled slightly at her work.
After she had vacuumed and done the rest of the cleaning work, she wiped her make-up off with her make-up remover. 'I need to go and do something normal... without make-up on. Maybe I'll check out the opening hour of the new club.' she thought to herself, packing up her leather purse.
She stepped out through the door, locking her apartment behind her. Descending the stairs, she rummaged around in her purse for her motorcycle keys.
'Shit... where are they... oh here.'
She pushed open the building door, stepping out into a busy street. Pushing her way towards her motorcycle, a memory flashed quickly through her mind. The call. She had called Yamato just a few days ago. He had sounded surprised as she had spoken.
Sora soon realized she was standing in front of her motorcycle. She threw her leg over it, and in just five seconds, she was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N Whatchya think about this one? 'S only like... 2 1/4 pages long! XD Weeell hope ya liked it, sorry for it bein' so borin'... ¬.¬ Hehee... 9th chap will come up soon!
~Crazi "The Insanity"
Disclaimer: *shoves the disclaimer aside* Eh, sod off!
Mine Forever
Sora sighed and leaned against the wall in her small apartment. It was Sunday, meaning no work at the bar. 'I hate Sundays... nothing to do, on these shitty days...' Sora thought, her mind groaning.
She picked up the phone. She slammed it down. She opened the fridge door, and slammed it shut. Patience. She had lost patience over these three years.
"Nothing to do!" she growled to herself. She looked around her apartment.
Clothes thrown everywhere. Empty food packets. Bits and pieces were littered around Sora, making it hard to wade through.
"Guess a little cleaning never hurt anybody..." she mumbled to herself, starting to pick up clothes.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Tai, is your head okay?" Matt asked for the thousandth time. They were half-way to New York, and he kept asking how Taichi's head felt.
"The same as five minutes ago..." he muttered, pressing the ice pack to his forehead. Suddenly, Daisuke leaned over his seat, and Takeru appeared over Matt's.
"Taichi, we're really sorry!" Davis started, "We didn't mean to!"
"It was our fault," TK continued.
"Okay, okay!" Tai held up his hand. Takeru and Daisuke shut their mouths, and sat back down.
Davis leaned close to TK.
"No more pointless fights about Kari, and no more name calling this trip, okay?" Davis held out his hand.
"Deal." Takeru shook it.
Yamato turned around.
"What were you two fighting about, anyway?" he asked, expecting the same answer as always.
"About... you-know-who..." Takeru said, slight annoyance in his voice.
"No need to get annoyed, I only asked!" Matt said in that voice he used when he was meant to say sorry, but didn't feel like it.
"We really need to make a list of rules of do's and don't's for this trip!" Takeru whispered to Daisuke. He immediately produced a piece of paper and a pencil from nowhere.
Takeru raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Davis said, "I always have some just in case, ya know."
"Whatever."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sora had nearly finished tidying up. She had folded all her clean clothes, and put them in her closet. She had thrown all the trash into the trash can, and arranged her closet so she fit everything in neatly.
"I might be a bad girl, but I still know how to be neat!" she chuckled to herself. She now had a perfectly cleaned apartment, with her make-up neatly in the shoe boxes.
She smiled slightly at her work.
After she had vacuumed and done the rest of the cleaning work, she wiped her make-up off with her make-up remover. 'I need to go and do something normal... without make-up on. Maybe I'll check out the opening hour of the new club.' she thought to herself, packing up her leather purse.
She stepped out through the door, locking her apartment behind her. Descending the stairs, she rummaged around in her purse for her motorcycle keys.
'Shit... where are they... oh here.'
She pushed open the building door, stepping out into a busy street. Pushing her way towards her motorcycle, a memory flashed quickly through her mind. The call. She had called Yamato just a few days ago. He had sounded surprised as she had spoken.
Sora soon realized she was standing in front of her motorcycle. She threw her leg over it, and in just five seconds, she was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N Whatchya think about this one? 'S only like... 2 1/4 pages long! XD Weeell hope ya liked it, sorry for it bein' so borin'... ¬.¬ Hehee... 9th chap will come up soon!
~Crazi "The Insanity"