THREE SIMPLE WORDS

By: StainedInNegativity

Date/Timeline: This story tales place after the first season and before the second season. It’s about two or three years after season one, to be specific.

Summary: After another argument, Sora hears three simple words come out of Tai’s lips that she truly needs to hear. One-shot

 “Do you think I’m stupid?” The seventeen-year-old red head raged dramatically. The anger in her voice was reflected in her facial expression, and as well as in her body language, for her hands were placed on her hips. The heated orbs of the quite incensed girl focused on the teenage boy standing, bewildered, in front of her. In the face of his irritated friend, he froze, unsure what to do or say. He simply stared back. All there was left for the chocolate haired and eyed boy to do was to wait for the red-head to get over her tantrum.

“Answer me, Tai! Do you think I’m that stupid? That unworthy of your profound thoughts?” The girl demanded.

“Now that you mention it…,” The boy began thoughtfully, lightheartedly though, but was cut off by the girl’s shriek of frustration.

“I’m serious! Therefore, I need you to cooperate!”

“Well, jeez, Sora!” the boy said, exasperated. He held up his hands as if to surrender or give up.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” Sora demanded.

A scowl spread over the boy’s remarkably handsome face. “No! Of course I don’t think you’re stupid or unworthy!” Tai exclaimed.

With another grunt of frustration, Sora turned on her heel and began to walk away. As Tai nervously glanced around, he realized that his and Sora’s yelling and attracted peoples’ attention. After all, they had been arguing in the middle of the street, in a city overflowing with citizens. An elderly couple stood across the street and appeared to pity Tai, for they thought he was just dumped by Sora. Two little boys coughed back a laugh.

For seconds the audience gawked at Tai, as if expecting for more to take place.

“What are you looking at?” Tai challenged, but didn’t wait for an answer. He probably wouldn’t have received an answer, anyway. Without wasting any more time he raced to find Sora, who was already six blocks away. There was no way anybody would’ve gotten that far in the amount of time Tai had taken to glare at the audience, so he suspected that she had ran. To prove his theory, Sora seemed out of breath.

No matter what Tai said, Sora would not even glance his way. It was as if he were a pest that just wouldn’t go away, and maybe the silent treatment would work best to get rid of him. But Tai was stubborn; he wouldn’t leave without telling her what he truly felt. Desperate for her attention, Tai held her back by grasping her hand.

“Look, Sora, I’m really sorry about all of this-” Tai started, but was yet again interrupted by Sora.

“I’m so sick and tired of your phony apologies!” Sora fumed, with her fists up in boxing mode. Even though Sora appeared ready to use one of those, Tai wasn’t afraid to look her in the eye.

“My apologies aren’t phony!” Tai insisted, his voice rising, growing stronger.

Sora let her fists drops to her side, in impatience, and looked up into the clear blue sky, as if awaiting the answers to everything to descend from the heavens. The cold winter air didn’t help any, and if it started raining or snowing, things would just get worse.

It all started out in the morning- no, not today’s morning, but many, many years previous to today. Around the time when things used to be simpler, around the time when Sora first obtained her lucky hat. Just for an instance, she had taken it off. The reason, she couldn’t remember, but when she had placed it back on, something felt wrong. It felt oozy, and its odor wasn’t pleasant. Seven year old Tai wouldn’t look her in the eye. After building up enough courage, she lifted up the hat and realized that Tai had vomited in her hat.

A few years later, a few days after her birthday, the joyous day that she had entered this world years ago, Tai had given her a present. Most boys would have given a girl some chocolates, or perhaps a teddy bear for their birthday, but Tai didn’t. His gift had been strange, to say the least. Also, the fact that Tai isn’t an ordinary boy must be taken into consideration. For Sora’s birthday, Tai had given her a hair clip. This was around the time when Sora was still attached to her lucky hat. And she did not, at all, appreciate the gift.

“Oh, so now you don’t like my hairstyle!” Sora had yelled at Tai. Pre-teen Tai had to cringe a bit.

“Who could tell? You’re always wearing that hat!” Tai had said defensively.

“Oh, so now you don’t like my hat!” Sora had retorted, and that was end of that verbal fight.

Evidently, that had made up every time an argument had risen.

Now, enter Tai’s latest mindless stunt. It was Christmas, a time to consider the less fortunate, the time to laugh and love, and the time for exchanges of gifts. When Tai and Sora had exchanged gifts, what she received didn’t fall under the category of ‘considerate’. It was a dark red t-shirt, and it would’ve been kind of cute, if it weren’t for what was written on it: Drama Queen.

“Excuse me?” Sora had said, holding up the shirt in front of her.

“Isn’t it great?” Tai’d asked, smiling his famous smile. He had stood right in front of her, waiting excitedly for her reaction.

“This is a joke, right?” Sora’d demanded. Even she could see Tai’s warm, charming smile drop from his face.

“What’s wrong?” Tai’d ask, almost whimpering. Even though Tai had a unique way of thinking, Sora heard what was unsaid, “What’s wrong this time?”

“You really think I’m a Drama Queen?” She raged, crumpling the shirt up as if she were a piece of paper, and tossed it back at Tai. Before she realized it, she was out on the sidewalk, waiting for a mini-van to pass so that she could cross the street.

Recalling the event, Sora sighed, and rolled her eyes at the whole ordeal. Thinking about it made her seem stupid, a complete idiot, but she knew that Tai wouldn’t let her live it down if she admitted that. She forced her eyes met with Tai’s, his sparkling as always.

“They aren’t phony,” Tai said tenderly, almost a whisper. This was something about the way that he said it that made Sora want to forgive him immediately. But, with knowledge from previous fights, she knew that was what Tai expected.

And there was no way Sora would let him prevail again.

Raising an eyebrow, she stared at Tai, searching for any sign if a smirk. But his expression was grim, something that he wasn’t known for. Sora crossed her arms and simply said, “Prove it.”

“How do you want me to do that?” Tai asked. “Isn’t it enough that I admit I was wrong, and that I’m really sorry for everything that happened?”

Typical Tai. Sora narrowed her eyes at him and peered closely at him. Of course he didn’t mean it. The apologies that came out of his mouth were always shallow. How could he be sorry for something and not even prove why, or know why, for that matter?

“What are you apologizing for?” Sora asked Tai cautiously, preparing herself to be shocked that he knew the answer, or to restrain herself from hurting him in case he didn’t know.

“What am I sorry for…,” Tai repeated the question for himself peacefully. For the first time, his gaze dropped away from Sora’s, and he stared at something at the ground. Moments passed, all of it in silence. Just when she figured that he had fallen asleep standing up, he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” Tai responded, “because I got you the wrong size shirt. It should have been a size bigger.”

Sora couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not only had he no idea what he was referring to, but he was making the situation worse. Plus, he was calling her fat. She asked him to repeat the answer, and he did.

“No, no, no!” Again, her fists were up, and Sora was sure her face was burgundy because of fury. “Tai, why are you so insensitive? Why can’t you see you’re making it worse? You’re unbelievingly impossible!”

Tai was gawking at her. “Oh, so it’s the other way around? You needed a smaller size?”

Breathing in the city’s polluted air was the only solution Sora had for her fury. No one could ever get on her nerves like Tai Kamiya did. There are things like spam and commercials that get on her nerves, but this boy was different. He went way past that; sometimes she wondered if Tai did it intentionally.

“No, Tai,” Sora spat out his name as if it were a blaspheme word, way shoddier than the ‘f-bomb’. “This has nothing to do with the t-shirt, or the other trivial, meaningless presents you’ve given me in the past. This is about your view on what’s solicitous.”

“What are you saying?” the athletic boy asked, almost accusingly.

A loud sigh emerged from Sora. “The whole point of presents is to find someone a gift that they’ve been wanting, something that the other person would appreciate. The giver must have the receiver’s likes and dislikes in their mind. But you,” Sora’s voice rose with might, “you don’t even think about the other person’s feelings! You just… you just- you just buy whatever you see first!”

She was shouting now, but didn’t give a care. And, like the dispute before, it was attracting people’s awareness. But Sora didn’t care. It actually made her feel better. People would notice Tai and remember him for being, to put it short, a jerk.

“You know, Sora,” Tai said, not even attempting to act unruffled for the sake of being in public, “you take things too personally. Just forget about what happened between us. We’re in the present, not the past.” His voice and facade softened. “And I’ve been waiting forever to tell you something…”

Not waiting for him to finish his sentence, Sora once again set off in a hurried power walk. People who strolled past her shot her strange glances. A group of young pre-teens stood in her way, laughing at a comic book or some sort of magazine. Sora pushed them aside, not concerned about politeness or anything else for that matter.

What happened next, Sora had not been expecting. As she furiously stomped herself across the street, a pair of strong hands halted her by grasping her shoulders. They whirled her around, and she was face to face with a persistent Tai Kamiya. Then Sora heard three words escape his lips; the words that he claimed he had been waiting ceaselessly to tell her, three words that she desperately needed to hear.

“Get over it,” Tai insisted vastly, and Sora nodded wordlessly, still gazing into his dark bronzed orbs.

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