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Home
My eyes rose along the Odaiba apartment buildings my family and I had
lived in till I was ten. Now, eleven years later, I still was surprised at my
return to Japan. I was excited to tell my friends from seasons past that I would
be calling this land home, once again, yet frightful of their acceptance.
The Mimi Tachikawa they knew would not have run away from something she wanted.
But had I really wanted to live in America?
When I finally reached the floor that held my new apartment, I had climbed
seven flights of stairs and was greatly exhausted. Ten years and this place
still didn't have elevators? Catching my breath, I rummaged through the black
purse that I wore over my right shoulder. Finding the key, I unlocked the door to
apartment G-4 and stepped inside.
My eyes gleaming a mixture of joy and sadness, I recalled the almost the exact
layout of my previous homestead, the small kitchen to my left, a tiny bathroom and
bedroom to my right and a living room to my front. Smaller then my apartment from my
childhood, but that was only because I hadn't the need for the extra bedroom that my
parents and I had needed for a child. Throwing my single bag of luggage onto the sofa, I took another look around the place I planned on calling home. Boxes and furniture piled haphazardly, my stuff having been shipped earlier that week.
Sighing lightly, I threw my purse onto the table in the kitchen and walked
to the bedroom. Now I really did wish I would of told someone I was coming back...at
least then someone would be here to help be organize! 'Oh well,' I thought, throwing
myself in the chair that sat in front of my vanity. At least they put this together right...
I stared into the eyes of the girl that was my reflection. Her hair, no longer dyed pink,
draped softly down past her dainty shoulders. My dainty shoulders. It was back to its
original, chestnut-brown hair color and held no stars. I had down away with every little
thing that reminded me the least bit of America...and Michael. For a fellow digidestined,
I was shocked at how cruel he was. Tears began to swell in my eyes at the very thought of
the long, blonde-haired boy. I quickly looked down, no longer able to stare at my own
reflection. I now, instead, store at the pink sleeveless turtleneck that adorned my torso
and the cute, black skirt that hung loosely at my hips. I felt my hands tighten as the
oh-to-familiar scene played again in my head:
-Flashback-
"You're leaving me?" I screamed, my voice shaky, making it easily told that I was upset
and apparently in great shock. "After seven long years? After...everything?!"
The young boy in front of my nodded slowly, looking away. "I'd like my ring back
also."
Why was HE looking away, he was the one doing this. Ruining my pathetic excuse
for a life. Tears. That's all I remember seeing, the water impairing my vision as
I threw the engagement ring at him. I turned away and ran, that's all I could do, cry and
run...
-End Flashback-
'Stop it Mimi!' I cried in my head. I shouldn't be thinking about that incident. I ran
the back of my arm across my eyes, trying to end the tears. I had to get away from this
mirror, away from me. Standing, up and walked slowly and clumsily to the living room,
overwhelmed with the emotions weighing me down. I was too afraid to sit; I might not get
back up. I needed to talk to someone, but whom? Not a digidestined. They'd laugh. They warned
me about Micheal...why didn't I listen!? Why didn't I listen!? Somehow finding strength in me
to stop my tears, I walked out of my apartment, and to the one beside it. Maybe a stranger
could help me, someone that wouldn't laugh, someone who would listen. I knew it was a great
risk of me, a young woman, by herself, to just knock on someone's door in the big city of
Tokyo, but I had nothing to lose anymore.
My fist pounded upon the door as soft as I could make it. What was I going to say? Maybe
I should just ask for a sightseeing tour...
The white door in front of me suddenly swung open, a red-headed young man
standing in its opening.
That's the first section! Don't laugh too much...that's the firs I've tried writing a fanfic
from a character's POV. The next one's coming soon.... that one will be from Izzy's POV..Please R&R
Home
My eyes rose along the Odaiba apartment buildings my family and I had
lived in till I was ten. Now, eleven years later, I still was surprised at my
return to Japan. I was excited to tell my friends from seasons past that I would
be calling this land home, once again, yet frightful of their acceptance.
The Mimi Tachikawa they knew would not have run away from something she wanted.
But had I really wanted to live in America?
When I finally reached the floor that held my new apartment, I had climbed
seven flights of stairs and was greatly exhausted. Ten years and this place
still didn't have elevators? Catching my breath, I rummaged through the black
purse that I wore over my right shoulder. Finding the key, I unlocked the door to
apartment G-4 and stepped inside.
My eyes gleaming a mixture of joy and sadness, I recalled the almost the exact
layout of my previous homestead, the small kitchen to my left, a tiny bathroom and
bedroom to my right and a living room to my front. Smaller then my apartment from my
childhood, but that was only because I hadn't the need for the extra bedroom that my
parents and I had needed for a child. Throwing my single bag of luggage onto the sofa, I took another look around the place I planned on calling home. Boxes and furniture piled haphazardly, my stuff having been shipped earlier that week.
Sighing lightly, I threw my purse onto the table in the kitchen and walked
to the bedroom. Now I really did wish I would of told someone I was coming back...at
least then someone would be here to help be organize! 'Oh well,' I thought, throwing
myself in the chair that sat in front of my vanity. At least they put this together right...
I stared into the eyes of the girl that was my reflection. Her hair, no longer dyed pink,
draped softly down past her dainty shoulders. My dainty shoulders. It was back to its
original, chestnut-brown hair color and held no stars. I had down away with every little
thing that reminded me the least bit of America...and Michael. For a fellow digidestined,
I was shocked at how cruel he was. Tears began to swell in my eyes at the very thought of
the long, blonde-haired boy. I quickly looked down, no longer able to stare at my own
reflection. I now, instead, store at the pink sleeveless turtleneck that adorned my torso
and the cute, black skirt that hung loosely at my hips. I felt my hands tighten as the
oh-to-familiar scene played again in my head:
-Flashback-
"You're leaving me?" I screamed, my voice shaky, making it easily told that I was upset
and apparently in great shock. "After seven long years? After...everything?!"
The young boy in front of my nodded slowly, looking away. "I'd like my ring back
also."
Why was HE looking away, he was the one doing this. Ruining my pathetic excuse
for a life. Tears. That's all I remember seeing, the water impairing my vision as
I threw the engagement ring at him. I turned away and ran, that's all I could do, cry and
run...
-End Flashback-
'Stop it Mimi!' I cried in my head. I shouldn't be thinking about that incident. I ran
the back of my arm across my eyes, trying to end the tears. I had to get away from this
mirror, away from me. Standing, up and walked slowly and clumsily to the living room,
overwhelmed with the emotions weighing me down. I was too afraid to sit; I might not get
back up. I needed to talk to someone, but whom? Not a digidestined. They'd laugh. They warned
me about Micheal...why didn't I listen!? Why didn't I listen!? Somehow finding strength in me
to stop my tears, I walked out of my apartment, and to the one beside it. Maybe a stranger
could help me, someone that wouldn't laugh, someone who would listen. I knew it was a great
risk of me, a young woman, by herself, to just knock on someone's door in the big city of
Tokyo, but I had nothing to lose anymore.
My fist pounded upon the door as soft as I could make it. What was I going to say? Maybe
I should just ask for a sightseeing tour...
The white door in front of me suddenly swung open, a red-headed young man
standing in its opening.
That's the first section! Don't laugh too much...that's the firs I've tried writing a fanfic
from a character's POV. The next one's coming soon.... that one will be from Izzy's POV..Please R&R