~THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 1~

Hey everyone! Venus163 here, bringing you the next part of the Good Life series. Mimi's Story is the exact same thing as Matt's Story, except in Mimi's point of view with more explanation on Kari's feelings for T.K.

PLEASE REVIEW!! IF I GET ENOUGH GOOD REVIEWS, I'LL START T.K.'S STORY, KARI'S STORY, AND MAYBE EVEN THE TAIORA PART OF THIS!! Send all criticism to crescent87@hotmail.com

PLEASE read Matt's Story before you read this. Then, I promise you, the puzzle will start to fit together about them both, and about T.K. and Kari, who get mentioned more in the next parts.

This is rated PG-13, due to a depressing plot, attempted suicide, and other bad things...However, no swearing and nothing graphic. This is a Mimato story, for those of you who haven't read Matt's Story. Please do!!

This is an alternate-reality fic. In other words, the Digiworld and Digimon did not exist. In this fic, Matt's parents are still together. He and Mimi are in high school, and T.K. and Kari are in middle school, though neither gets mentioned in this part.

If you've bothered to read this far...yippee! So question of the story: What song do you think describes Matt and Mimi's relationship in this story? (T.K. and Kari? Tai and Sora- for those who have read Matt's Story)

ENJOY!!

~THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 1~
BY VENUS163

Her eyes filled with tears as her mother talked to her in that sweet voice, a voice that held no real emotion.

"Mimi dear, please be a little more polite at the next party. I think the Asekes were insulted with your behavior..."

Mimi nearly scoffed. She didn't care. No one did. Her parents pretended to love her, but they didn't. To them, money was the most important thing in the world, for with money comes: power.

As an only child, her parents always gave her everything...but love. They wouldn't give that to her, they couldn't. For that reason, she had grown up to be very emotional. Every little thing that was done for another was wonderful in her eyes. Yet, her parents had never done anything like that, from the heart, anyway.

She didn't even have any friends. True friends, that is. Minds become tainted at the thought of being rich. And she WAS rich. For that, they waited greedily for her parents to become so desperate they started to bribe. And then, and only then, did they become nice to her. But no, they were never her friends, and never would be.

Nobody understood her, the true Mimi Tachikawa. Nobody bothered to look past the fact that her family was rich. And because of that, she was still alone.

"...embarassment to the whole family, you may even seem like a failure, and the Tachikawa line has NEVER had failures..."

Mimi's mind began to contemplate her options. Her first choice was to take what her mother had said to heart. But no, she knew very well that it would only build up inside, for she had no one to confide in, not even a diary. She had no place to hide it, for the maids knew the house inside and out. And if she built up her feelings inside, it would lead to the second option.

Suicide. She silently scolded herself. Of course it wouldn't work. She'd tried it before, a few years ago. And of course, the nosiest maid of all, Kathy, had found her and saved her. Ever since then, Kathy had never let her out of her sight. At home, anyway. Kathy knew as well as she did that it was crazy to try to commit suicide in broad daylight, and her parents didn't let her out at night. So that was pretty much out of the question.

Then, there was the last option. Go to the park and cry her heart out. Yes, that was probably her best bet. A good cry would help. And then, she could try to nurse her bruised heart...again...

"...never again. Understood?" Mrs. Tachikawa finished.

"Yes, Mother."

"You may go, then."

Quickly and thankfully she left the house. Mimi didn't know what it was that she had done to have her life become like this, but it was probably very bad.

She entered the park, arms crossed in front of her pink dress. Her eyes often fell on other girls her age, clutching onto a guy's arm, laughing at something he had said.

Wistfully she watched them. She didn't have anyone to laugh with, to hang on to, to trust. No boy had ever been interested in her for another reason other than money. But these girls...they looked genuinely happy, something that she had never been.

She quickened her steps, hurrying towards the part of the park that she knew was deserted this time of day.

She slowed as music reached her ears. Pausing, she listened. It was a harmonica, very well played. Yet...there was a shadow to it, something that hinted at the musician being less than happy.

Noiselessly she walked towards the music. Soon, she came to a small, isolated spot with a lone bench. A blond-haired boy was sitting on it, pouring his soul into his playing. As his back was to her, Mimi couldn't see his face, but she somehow knew that this boy and she were more alike than she thought. Closer, the music was very gloomy and sad, capturing her mood and more than likely the boy's.

As the final notes melted into the air, the boy slowly lowered the harmonica from his lips.

Mimi couldn't resist. She began to clap.

The boy hurriedly turned around and stared at her. Seeing his face, Mimi recognized him as a boy in her Music class at school. Music class, however, was so large that no one could know more that a third of the people in it.

She gave him a shy smile. "That was beautiful," she said softly.

He frowned. "What would you know?"

Mimi felt the hurt cross her face. He was right, what would she know? Her mother had called her a failure fifteen minutes ago. Well, he deserved an explanation...or excuse, which ever it turned out to be.

She forced herself to smile again. "I wouldn't know anything," she said lightly, but she couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice. "No one cares. Just like your music. A depressing piece, but it expresses how I feel, and probably exactly how you feel."

A look of shock was on his face. "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," Mimi said gently. On impulse, she decided to sit next to him. She made sure she sat on the edge of the bench, the farthest away from him that she could get, though.

Mimi avoided looking at him, though she could feel his eyes on her. She could also feel the aura of sadness around him.

She turned to him, a sudden thought the cause. "You know what?"

"What?" the boy asked, obviously surprised.

"We're obviously both depressed. Maybe it'll help if we talk to each other about your problems," Mimi suggested, looking into his eyes. Maybe she could confide in him. She tried not to hope as the boy gazed into her eyes.

"Okay," he said finally.

Mimi was relieved. "Um, do you want to go first or should I?"

"I'll go first," he assured her, and Mimi nearly sighed in relief. She wasn't quite ready.

"Alright," she said quietly. "I'll just sit here and listen."

He cleared his throat hesitantly. "I, um..."

Mimi suddenly realized that maybe he wasn't ready, either. "If you don't want to say," she burst out, "I understand!"

He nodded gratefully. "I'm not ready. Maybe another time?"

Mimi gave him a smile, for she knew he was being honest with her. "Alright. I wasn't ready, either." She 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?"

The boy gave a little jump. Mimi smiled to herself. She even surprised herself sometimes, hitting right on the mark like that.

"Call me Matt," the boy finally said.

Mimi felt her smile brighten. "Matt. I like it. It suits you." She held out her hand. "Hello, Matt. I'm Mimi."

He shook her hand. "Hi, Mimi."

They looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Do you want to go get some ice cream?" Mimi asked.

"Sure." They got up and went onto the path, and started to walk.

"So, where do you go to school?" Matt asked her.

"Odaiba High," Mimi answered, knowing that he had not recognized her.

"That's where I go! How come I've never seen you before?"

Mimi laughed. "You may not have seen me before, but I saw you everyday!" she said playfully.

"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, trying to get rid of the impression of teacher's pet that he had just made.

Mimi nervously put her arm through his, hoping that Matt wouldn't mind. He didn't. In relief, she asked, "Don't you think it totally stinks that Spring Vacation is only two weeks?"

"Tell me about it!" Matt said eagerly. "I think what they should do is..."

Mimi was still listening raptly when they were licking their ice cream at the ice cream parlor. She had never been so interested in something someone had to say, and clearly Matt had never had such a good listener.

"That's a good idea," Mimi said, finishing her vanilla ice cream. "Too bad no one's ever going to even take it into consideration."

"I know," Matt said apologetically, while finishing his chocolate ice cream.

They walked outside.

Mimi knew it was getting late. "I've gotta go."

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Matt asked.

"No, that's alright," Mimi said quickly, not wanting him to meet her parents. "But if you want to give me a call, I'll give you my number." After getting a pink pen and a scrap of paper in her purse, she scrawled, 'Mimi: 555-6246' on it and gave it to him. "Give me a call, Matt!" she said airily before walking away.

She walked home in a rather dazed state.

"Mimi dear, dinner is in ten minutes," Mrs. Tachikawa said quickly.

"Yes, mother." Mimi skipped up to her room and threw herself onto her bed. She gazed dreamily at the ceiling, dreaming of Matt.



Mimi sat on her bed, waiting. Matt hadn't called, and it had already been several days.

'He doesn't like me,' she thought sadly. 'That's why he hasn't called. He thinks I'm a failure, too. Maybe I AM a failure...'

The phone rang suddenly. Mimi picked it up in the middle of the third ring. "This is Mimi," she greeted.

"Um, hi, Mimi. This is Matt..." came a nervous voice.

"Matt! Wonderful!" Mimi exclaimed happily. "I was hoping you'd call."

"You were?" Matt's voice asked, sounding very relieved.

"Yeah!" Do you want to do something today?" Mimi asked quickly.

"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. She still did not want Matt to meet her parents.

"If you want me to," Matt replied, sounding confused but obliging.

"Great! I'll see you there in...a half hour?" Mimi asked, allowing just enough time for her to change and style her hair.

"Perfect!"

Mimi smiled to herself. "Well, bye then."

"Bye."

Mimi hung up first. Throwing open her closet, she looked over all her pink outfits.

When Matt pulled up in his platinum convertible at the parlor later, Mimi approvingly looked over his green shirt and blue jeans. "Hello!"

"Hi." He jumped out of the driver's side and suavely opened the passenger door. "Have a seat, miss."

She couldn't help giggling. "All right." She added when he started driving, "You know, you're very sweet, Matt."

She saw him redden. "I'm not."

"Oh yes you are!" she argued. Then, noting how cute he was when he was embarrassed, said, "Nice car."

He smiled and teased, "Nice outfit. Tell me, do you have a taste for pink?"

She laughed good-naturedly. "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 hvae to..." She began, delighted secretly in spite of herself.

"I want to," he said suavely.

Mimi watched, engrossed, as Matt went to a booth and managed to win a small purple bunny rabbit. Soon, her eye fell on a little girl about six years old, who was staring at the prizes on the shelf.

'I'm going to give her my rabbit,' she said to herself, but Matt was ahead of her.

"Hey there," he said, crouching in front of the little girl. "Do you like bunnies?"

The girl shyly nodded.

"Would you like this purple bunny?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

"Well, here you go then." Mimi watched proudly as Matt held out the stuffed animal towards the little girl.

The girl took it. She hugged it before throwing her arms around Matt and kissing his cheek. She quickly ran off.

Matt stood up, blushing, and looked at Mimi. She was having a strange feeling, for she had suddenly grown all warm and happy.

~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 1~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 2~

So, what exactly is this feeling? Will Mimi ever get a bunny? What happens? Please read the next part to know.

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Question of the Story: What song do you think describes Matt and Mimi's relationship in this story? (T.K. and Kari? Tai and Sora- for those who have read Matt's Story) Please send answers to the E-Mail address above.

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