~THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 1~
Hey everyone- at least everyone who is bothering to read the Author's Notes! This is Venus163. Welcome to my series. The first two stories (Matt and Mimi) are for all Mimato fans everywhere. I am warning you now, if you do not like the idea of Matt and Mimi, then you better not read this story.
But...if you like Takari or Taiora, I suggest you read this story, because those stories will follow. If so, read this, even if you HATE Mimato (Just don't send me flames about it; I personally LUV Mimato fics...)
This story is dedicated to all those people who read "I Love You, Mimi Tachikawa", my first fic, and ESPECIALLY to those who sent me reviews ^_^. It received such good reviews, nearly nothing bad, that I'm scared this one wouldn't be so good.
This story is rated PG-13, not PG, like my other story. It takes more of a depressing look at things. A little bit of attempted suicide (Part 2), being unloved (All Parts), doomed love (Part 4)...nothing that mature people can't handle (Sorry for the spoilers!!). The first two parts are the most depressing, it gets happier as it goes along. After "The Good Life: Matt's Story" and "The Good Life: Mimi's Story", I'm going to do T.K. and Kari's stories. There's a bit of a spoiler in here about T.K. In Mimi's part of the story, a spoiler about Kari will be there. I still have to write that one, though.
Let's get something straight. This story is an alternate-reality story. In this story, Matt and T.K.'s parents are not divorced, but still together. Matt and Mimi are in high school. T.K. and Kari are in middle school.
I know you guys all know this already but...I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON AND I NEVER WILL!! THEY BELONG TO A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE!! Check my first story for who they are, I'm feeling so lazy I don't want to type it. BUT THE PLOT IS MINE!!
Well, please review. Send opinions to crescent87@hotmail.com
~THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 1~
BY VENUS163
The whole world was blurred. He didn't care, all he wanted was to get away from his parents: fighting forever endlessly.
They hated him. He'd known that since he was three, maybe even before that. All they cared about was money and themselves. It didn't matter to them who got hurt in the process of pleasing themselves as long as they got it.
All his friends- they didn't understand. They pretended to, but they didn't. He knew that they probably hung around him because his family was rich.
Only T.K. understood. T.K., who was forced to live through the same torture as he did. That made them alike. But they were different in many ways. T.K. had Hikari "Kari" Kamiya to confide it, and even if she didn't understand, she would listen and try to comfort him.
But Matt...he had no one. Nobody understood him enough to listen, no one thought to look past the cold exterior he put on into his confused, frightened soul.
His only escape was the park- the place where he could draw and sketch in peace, where no one would be bothered by the music from his harmonica.
Scornfully he passed other guys. Nearly all of them had a girl hanging onto his arm. Stupid, foolish boys. They thought they knew everything: what hardship felt like, how it was to be unloved.
Fools. They didn't know. They'd never know. They had loving families and people to stand up to them.
He did not. His parents let him have everthing he wanted with question. That proved how little they cared for him.
Matt found an isolated spot with a lone bench. 'Figures,' he thought bitterly. 'A lone bench for a lone boy.'
Taking out his harmonica, he gazed at it, thinking. The harmonica was the only way he could truly express himself. He played whatever he felt, pouring his soul into it. But still, no one understood. All they knew was he played well, but they didn't know what was actually in his music.
Bringing it up to his lips, he began to play. A gloomy, dark piece that just popped into his head. More than once tears stung the corners of his eyes, but he played on.
The final notes melted into the air. Feeling free yet depressed, he slowly lowered the harmonica from his lips.
A soft clapping sound issued from behind him. Turning around, he saw a pretty girl smiling at him.
"That was beautiful," she told him.
Matt frowned. "What would you know?"
The girl looked hurt, but she smiled again. "I wouldn't know anything," she said lightly but bitterly. "No one cares. Just like your music. A depressing piece, but it expresses how I feel, and probably exactly how you feel."
Matt was stunned. "You-You could see past..."
"Um-hmm. In my opinion, you are truly a great musician. Your emotions, your very soul shines from your music," the girl said, while walking closer. She sat down on the bench, at the very edge, so she was on one side and he on the other.
Matt stared at her. She was very pretty. She had soft brown hair tied up in a high ponytail except for two long strands that framed her face. She wore a simple pink dress.
She suddenly turned her honey-colored eyes onto him. "You know what?" she asked.
"What?"
"We're obviously both depressed. Maybe it'll help if we talk to each other about our problems," she said, looking straight into his eyes.
Matt gazed into her eyes. They sparkled dimly, and he could see loneliness, pain, and bitterness chasing each other around in them. He also noticed a slight twinkle of hope. "Okay," he said, watching the twinkle grow so her eyes sparkled.
"Um, do you want to go first or should I?"
Under the happy voice, Matt caught some hidden relunctance. On impulse, he announced, "I'll go first."
"Alright. I'll just sit here and listen."
Matt cleared his throat, finding it hard to open up. He had never opened up to anybody before. "I, um..."
"If you don't want to say, I understand," the girl cried out suddenly.
Matt nodded gratefully. "I'm not ready. Maybe another time?"
She smiled at him. "Alright. I wasn't ready, either." She then abruptly changed the subject. "What shall I call you?"
"Huh?"
"I have a feeling that you're not going to tell me your real name, because I won't tell you mine, and we're more alike than you think. So what shall I call you?"
Matt jumped. No one, and honestly NO ONE, had ever read him so well. Recovering his composure, he told her, "Call me Matt."
The girl smiled brightly. "Matt. I like it. It suits you." She held out her hand. "Hello, Matt. I'm Mimi."
"Hi, Mimi," he answered, shaking her hand.
They looked at each and burst into laughter.
"Do you want to go get some ice cream?" she asked him.
"Sure." They got up and went onto the path, and started to walk.
"So, where do you go to school?" Matt asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Odaiba High."
"That's where I go! How come I've never seen you before?" Matt asked, disbelievingly.
Mimi laughed. "You may not have seen me before, but I saw you everyday!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! We only have one class together...Music, I think."
Matt groaned. "Music-figures. There's so many people that I can't even find my teacher in there, even if I wanted to, which I would never do," he added quickly.
Mimi casually put her arm through his. Strangely, Matt didn't mind. "Don't you think it totally stinks that Spring Vacation is only two weeks?"
"Tell me about it! I think what they should do is..." Matt began eagerly.
He was still talking to her about what they should do at the ice cream parlor, licking their ice cream.
"That's a good idea," Mimi told him, licking her vanilla ice cream. "Too bad no one's ever going to even take it into consideration."
"I know," Matt said apologetically, licking his chocolate ice cream.
When they finished off, they walked outside.
"I've gotta go," Mimi said relunctantly.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Matt asked, strangely afraid of letting her go, as if she were to leave, he would get depressed again, for he had been very happy with her the last hour.
"No, that's alright. But if you want to give me a call, I'll give you my number." She dug into her purse and took out a pink pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something onto it and gave it to him. "Give me a call, Matt!" she said airily before skipping away.
Matt stared at the paper in his hand. 'Mimi: 555-6246' it said. Carefully putting it into his wallet, he walked home, whistling.
Opening the door slowly, he walked in.
"YAMATO ISHIDA!!"
The whistle immediately died down and his smile faded. "What is it?"
"Where have you been, young man?" His mother demanded. "I was worried sick!"
Biting down the urge to retort, "No you weren't!", Matt answered, "Oh, I was just going for a walk."
"A walk? Is this how you repay your father and me? We work hard, getting the money to feed you and clothe you, and is this what you repay us with?"
Matt bit his tongue to keep from saying anything rash. After a couple moments, he managed to say, "I'm sorry."
"Well, you better be!" Mrs. Ishida screamed. "Just wait when your father hears this, he'll..."
Matt kept telling himself how important it was that he stay and not run away. There was T.K., his friends, school...
"...and when he gets through with you..."
None of those reasons seemed to be good enough for him to stay for. And then he thought of Mimi.
Mimi was nice. She seemed to honestly understand HIM, and not the guy with the attitude he seemed to be.
Matt made up his mind. He must stay for Mimi, even though she might be the only reason.
"...go up to your room now or else!" His mother finished.
Matt wordlessly went upstairs to his room. Lying on his bed, he clutched to him the only comfort he had: The small scrap of paper written on in pink pen.
Matt held the phone, sweating. He didn't know why it was so hard to call Mimi. He scolded himself vigorously. 'She wanted to hear from you, otherwise she would have never given you her phone number,' he thought. 'So call her already!'
With trembling fingers, he dialed the seven numbers. Nervously, he listened to the phone ringing on the other end. One, two, thr-
"This is Mimi," answered her sweet voice.
"Um, hi, Mimi. This is Matt..." he began.
"Matt! Wonderful! I was hoping you'd call," she said happily.
Matt nearly sighed in relief. "You were?"
"Yeah! Do you want to do something today?"
Matt smiled to himself. "Sure! Uh, do you wanna go to the carnival?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I'll pick you up in my car, alright?"
"Um, could you pick me up at that ice cream parlor we went to the other day?" Mimi asked nervously.
"If you want me to," Matt answered, puzzled.
"Great! I'll see you there in...a half hour?"
"Perfect!"
"Well, bye then."
"Bye." Matt waited until he heard her hang up first before he did. A smile spread over his face. A very big smile.
When he pulled up in his platinum convertible later, she was waiting for him. She wore pink pants and a pink blouse.
"Hello!" Mimi waved.
"Hi." Matt jumped out of the driver's side and hurried to the passenger side. Suavely, he opened the door and said, "Have a seat, miss."
Mimi giggled. "All right." She waited before he had started driving before saying, "You know, you're very sweet, Matt."
Matt blushed. "I'm not."
"Oh yes you are!" Mimi, seeing how embarrassed Matt was, changed the subject. "Nice car."
Matt smiled. "Nice outfit. Tell me, do you have a taste for pink?" he asked teasingly.
Mimi laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do."
At the carnival, they rode a ride high in the air. Then, Matt insisted on winning Mimi a doll.
"You don't have to..." Mimi started.
"I want to."
Mimi watched raptly as Matt went to a booth and managed to win a small purple bunny rabbit. Receiving it, he was just about to give it to Mimi when his eye caught on a little girl, about six years old. She was staring at the prizes on the shelf.
Matt crouched down in front of her. "Hey, there. Do you like bunnies?"
The girl nodded shyly a 'yes'.
"Would you like this purple bunny?"
The girl nodded again, this time more vigorously.
"Well, here you go then." Matt held out the stuffed animal towards her.
The little girl took it. She hugged it to her for a moment. Then, she looked up at him and threw her arms around him. She kissed his cheek before running off.
Matt, blushing, stood up. He noticed Mimi looking at him. "What?" He began to have a sick feeling in his stomach. 'You idiot! You promised to give it to her, and you went and gave it to some girl you don't even know...'
~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 1~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
What's going to happen? Will Mimi be mad at Matt?
So, what did you think? Send your opinions to crescent87@hotmail.com
Thanks!
-Venus163
Hey everyone- at least everyone who is bothering to read the Author's Notes! This is Venus163. Welcome to my series. The first two stories (Matt and Mimi) are for all Mimato fans everywhere. I am warning you now, if you do not like the idea of Matt and Mimi, then you better not read this story.
But...if you like Takari or Taiora, I suggest you read this story, because those stories will follow. If so, read this, even if you HATE Mimato (Just don't send me flames about it; I personally LUV Mimato fics...)
This story is dedicated to all those people who read "I Love You, Mimi Tachikawa", my first fic, and ESPECIALLY to those who sent me reviews ^_^. It received such good reviews, nearly nothing bad, that I'm scared this one wouldn't be so good.
This story is rated PG-13, not PG, like my other story. It takes more of a depressing look at things. A little bit of attempted suicide (Part 2), being unloved (All Parts), doomed love (Part 4)...nothing that mature people can't handle (Sorry for the spoilers!!). The first two parts are the most depressing, it gets happier as it goes along. After "The Good Life: Matt's Story" and "The Good Life: Mimi's Story", I'm going to do T.K. and Kari's stories. There's a bit of a spoiler in here about T.K. In Mimi's part of the story, a spoiler about Kari will be there. I still have to write that one, though.
Let's get something straight. This story is an alternate-reality story. In this story, Matt and T.K.'s parents are not divorced, but still together. Matt and Mimi are in high school. T.K. and Kari are in middle school.
I know you guys all know this already but...I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON AND I NEVER WILL!! THEY BELONG TO A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE!! Check my first story for who they are, I'm feeling so lazy I don't want to type it. BUT THE PLOT IS MINE!!
Well, please review. Send opinions to crescent87@hotmail.com
~THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 1~
BY VENUS163
The whole world was blurred. He didn't care, all he wanted was to get away from his parents: fighting forever endlessly.
They hated him. He'd known that since he was three, maybe even before that. All they cared about was money and themselves. It didn't matter to them who got hurt in the process of pleasing themselves as long as they got it.
All his friends- they didn't understand. They pretended to, but they didn't. He knew that they probably hung around him because his family was rich.
Only T.K. understood. T.K., who was forced to live through the same torture as he did. That made them alike. But they were different in many ways. T.K. had Hikari "Kari" Kamiya to confide it, and even if she didn't understand, she would listen and try to comfort him.
But Matt...he had no one. Nobody understood him enough to listen, no one thought to look past the cold exterior he put on into his confused, frightened soul.
His only escape was the park- the place where he could draw and sketch in peace, where no one would be bothered by the music from his harmonica.
Scornfully he passed other guys. Nearly all of them had a girl hanging onto his arm. Stupid, foolish boys. They thought they knew everything: what hardship felt like, how it was to be unloved.
Fools. They didn't know. They'd never know. They had loving families and people to stand up to them.
He did not. His parents let him have everthing he wanted with question. That proved how little they cared for him.
Matt found an isolated spot with a lone bench. 'Figures,' he thought bitterly. 'A lone bench for a lone boy.'
Taking out his harmonica, he gazed at it, thinking. The harmonica was the only way he could truly express himself. He played whatever he felt, pouring his soul into it. But still, no one understood. All they knew was he played well, but they didn't know what was actually in his music.
Bringing it up to his lips, he began to play. A gloomy, dark piece that just popped into his head. More than once tears stung the corners of his eyes, but he played on.
The final notes melted into the air. Feeling free yet depressed, he slowly lowered the harmonica from his lips.
A soft clapping sound issued from behind him. Turning around, he saw a pretty girl smiling at him.
"That was beautiful," she told him.
Matt frowned. "What would you know?"
The girl looked hurt, but she smiled again. "I wouldn't know anything," she said lightly but bitterly. "No one cares. Just like your music. A depressing piece, but it expresses how I feel, and probably exactly how you feel."
Matt was stunned. "You-You could see past..."
"Um-hmm. In my opinion, you are truly a great musician. Your emotions, your very soul shines from your music," the girl said, while walking closer. She sat down on the bench, at the very edge, so she was on one side and he on the other.
Matt stared at her. She was very pretty. She had soft brown hair tied up in a high ponytail except for two long strands that framed her face. She wore a simple pink dress.
She suddenly turned her honey-colored eyes onto him. "You know what?" she asked.
"What?"
"We're obviously both depressed. Maybe it'll help if we talk to each other about our problems," she said, looking straight into his eyes.
Matt gazed into her eyes. They sparkled dimly, and he could see loneliness, pain, and bitterness chasing each other around in them. He also noticed a slight twinkle of hope. "Okay," he said, watching the twinkle grow so her eyes sparkled.
"Um, do you want to go first or should I?"
Under the happy voice, Matt caught some hidden relunctance. On impulse, he announced, "I'll go first."
"Alright. I'll just sit here and listen."
Matt cleared his throat, finding it hard to open up. He had never opened up to anybody before. "I, um..."
"If you don't want to say, I understand," the girl cried out suddenly.
Matt nodded gratefully. "I'm not ready. Maybe another time?"
She smiled at him. "Alright. I wasn't ready, either." She then abruptly changed the subject. "What shall I call you?"
"Huh?"
"I have a feeling that you're not going to tell me your real name, because I won't tell you mine, and we're more alike than you think. So what shall I call you?"
Matt jumped. No one, and honestly NO ONE, had ever read him so well. Recovering his composure, he told her, "Call me Matt."
The girl smiled brightly. "Matt. I like it. It suits you." She held out her hand. "Hello, Matt. I'm Mimi."
"Hi, Mimi," he answered, shaking her hand.
They looked at each and burst into laughter.
"Do you want to go get some ice cream?" she asked him.
"Sure." They got up and went onto the path, and started to walk.
"So, where do you go to school?" Matt asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Odaiba High."
"That's where I go! How come I've never seen you before?" Matt asked, disbelievingly.
Mimi laughed. "You may not have seen me before, but I saw you everyday!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! We only have one class together...Music, I think."
Matt groaned. "Music-figures. There's so many people that I can't even find my teacher in there, even if I wanted to, which I would never do," he added quickly.
Mimi casually put her arm through his. Strangely, Matt didn't mind. "Don't you think it totally stinks that Spring Vacation is only two weeks?"
"Tell me about it! I think what they should do is..." Matt began eagerly.
He was still talking to her about what they should do at the ice cream parlor, licking their ice cream.
"That's a good idea," Mimi told him, licking her vanilla ice cream. "Too bad no one's ever going to even take it into consideration."
"I know," Matt said apologetically, licking his chocolate ice cream.
When they finished off, they walked outside.
"I've gotta go," Mimi said relunctantly.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Matt asked, strangely afraid of letting her go, as if she were to leave, he would get depressed again, for he had been very happy with her the last hour.
"No, that's alright. But if you want to give me a call, I'll give you my number." She dug into her purse and took out a pink pen and a piece of paper. She scrawled something onto it and gave it to him. "Give me a call, Matt!" she said airily before skipping away.
Matt stared at the paper in his hand. 'Mimi: 555-6246' it said. Carefully putting it into his wallet, he walked home, whistling.
Opening the door slowly, he walked in.
"YAMATO ISHIDA!!"
The whistle immediately died down and his smile faded. "What is it?"
"Where have you been, young man?" His mother demanded. "I was worried sick!"
Biting down the urge to retort, "No you weren't!", Matt answered, "Oh, I was just going for a walk."
"A walk? Is this how you repay your father and me? We work hard, getting the money to feed you and clothe you, and is this what you repay us with?"
Matt bit his tongue to keep from saying anything rash. After a couple moments, he managed to say, "I'm sorry."
"Well, you better be!" Mrs. Ishida screamed. "Just wait when your father hears this, he'll..."
Matt kept telling himself how important it was that he stay and not run away. There was T.K., his friends, school...
"...and when he gets through with you..."
None of those reasons seemed to be good enough for him to stay for. And then he thought of Mimi.
Mimi was nice. She seemed to honestly understand HIM, and not the guy with the attitude he seemed to be.
Matt made up his mind. He must stay for Mimi, even though she might be the only reason.
"...go up to your room now or else!" His mother finished.
Matt wordlessly went upstairs to his room. Lying on his bed, he clutched to him the only comfort he had: The small scrap of paper written on in pink pen.
Matt held the phone, sweating. He didn't know why it was so hard to call Mimi. He scolded himself vigorously. 'She wanted to hear from you, otherwise she would have never given you her phone number,' he thought. 'So call her already!'
With trembling fingers, he dialed the seven numbers. Nervously, he listened to the phone ringing on the other end. One, two, thr-
"This is Mimi," answered her sweet voice.
"Um, hi, Mimi. This is Matt..." he began.
"Matt! Wonderful! I was hoping you'd call," she said happily.
Matt nearly sighed in relief. "You were?"
"Yeah! Do you want to do something today?"
Matt smiled to himself. "Sure! Uh, do you wanna go to the carnival?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I'll pick you up in my car, alright?"
"Um, could you pick me up at that ice cream parlor we went to the other day?" Mimi asked nervously.
"If you want me to," Matt answered, puzzled.
"Great! I'll see you there in...a half hour?"
"Perfect!"
"Well, bye then."
"Bye." Matt waited until he heard her hang up first before he did. A smile spread over his face. A very big smile.
When he pulled up in his platinum convertible later, she was waiting for him. She wore pink pants and a pink blouse.
"Hello!" Mimi waved.
"Hi." Matt jumped out of the driver's side and hurried to the passenger side. Suavely, he opened the door and said, "Have a seat, miss."
Mimi giggled. "All right." She waited before he had started driving before saying, "You know, you're very sweet, Matt."
Matt blushed. "I'm not."
"Oh yes you are!" Mimi, seeing how embarrassed Matt was, changed the subject. "Nice car."
Matt smiled. "Nice outfit. Tell me, do you have a taste for pink?" he asked teasingly.
Mimi laughed. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do."
At the carnival, they rode a ride high in the air. Then, Matt insisted on winning Mimi a doll.
"You don't have to..." Mimi started.
"I want to."
Mimi watched raptly as Matt went to a booth and managed to win a small purple bunny rabbit. Receiving it, he was just about to give it to Mimi when his eye caught on a little girl, about six years old. She was staring at the prizes on the shelf.
Matt crouched down in front of her. "Hey, there. Do you like bunnies?"
The girl nodded shyly a 'yes'.
"Would you like this purple bunny?"
The girl nodded again, this time more vigorously.
"Well, here you go then." Matt held out the stuffed animal towards her.
The little girl took it. She hugged it to her for a moment. Then, she looked up at him and threw her arms around him. She kissed his cheek before running off.
Matt, blushing, stood up. He noticed Mimi looking at him. "What?" He began to have a sick feeling in his stomach. 'You idiot! You promised to give it to her, and you went and gave it to some girl you don't even know...'
~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 1~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
What's going to happen? Will Mimi be mad at Matt?
So, what did you think? Send your opinions to crescent87@hotmail.com
Thanks!
-Venus163