Because of You
Hello there! This is a story that kind of allows me to give in to my vices, namely marshmallow fluffy romance and luxury goods lol. It's fun to write and hopefully fun to read. This is an AU story but still, I tried to keep them as close to their original characters as possible. Please read and review :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.
Mimi was nervous. Incredibly so.
Today was the first day of college, away from her parents, half the world away from Japan. In New York City. New York freakin' City!
Brushing out her long wavy cinnamon hair, Mimi studied her reflection in the vanity mirror for a moment. She'd opted for a more natural look, with a slight dusting of coral pink blush over the apple of her cheeks and a soft red lip tint. Her honeyed eyes were lined with a dark brown pencil and her long lashes swept up with a single coat of mascara.
I look pretty cute, if I do say so myself. Mmhmm.
Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her pink Birkin 40cm with gold hardware-it had been a graduation gift from her parents as well as the spacious West Village 2 bedroom apartment that she shared with her best friend, Sora Takenouchi.
The two had been best friends since before they were even conceived, as their parents were very close friends.
Mimi Tachikawa was the only daughter and heiress to her father's tech company, Saboten Tech.
Sora Takenouchi was the only daughter of famed Japanese fashion mogul Toshiko Takenouchi who had designed Satoe Tachikawa's wedding dress for Mimi's parents' fairy tale wedding.
As such, the pair was close. Inseparable, really.
"Mimi! Are you ready?!" Sora peeked her head into Mimi's room, her short orange hair was still sleek with dampness from her shower this morning.
"Yeah, as ready as I can be. How do I look?" The brunette, dressed in a simple drape-y white blouse and denim cut-off shorts, struck a pose for her friend. Sora smiled as she leaned against the door, and Mimi noticed her face glowed despite being devoid of all traces of make up.
Grrr lucky girl. She isn't even trying! And what the heck, how come my hips are so small compared to Sora?
"Lovely, my dear. Now get your ass out of there, we're going to be late for our first class." Sticking her tongue out at her childhood friend, Mimi grabbed her darling Prada baroque sunglasses before putting on a pair of bright red Converse sneakers.
"Whatever. This isn't high school, you know."
"Yeah but still. It's the first day." Sora hoisted her Louis Vuitton back pack over her one shoulder. As the daughter of a designer, there was a certain amount of pressure to always look put together and today was no exception, even if no one at school'd even knew who she was.
"Meems, if you don't hurry, I'm leaving without you." One foot clad in a Doc Martens lace up boot in black was already out the door, anxious to get going. She'd chosen a light yellow hoodie over a pair of denim shorts, not the most fashionable of outfits, for sure, but comfortable and familiar.
"Ok, ok, I'm here, I'm ready, ok?" Mimi huffed as she ran around, looking for her phone. She smiled victoriously when she finally found it partially hidden under a stack of papers on their white granite counter.
Sora rolled her eyes as she tried to suppress a smile. Mimi was never on time for anything, she was even born 3 weeks late and even then that was due to the doctors having to induce her mother's labor. And she'd gotten so big in utero that the doctors were forced to perform an emergency c-section although looking at the girl now, it was hard to believe she'd once been too big for anything.
Then again, Sora wondered how women even pushed those suckers out of their vaginas in the first place. She'd seen babies before, even newborns were huge compared to… well whatever.
"Sora, if you keep rolling your eyes, they're going to get stuck up there one of these days, and it will be most unbecoming!" Mimi grabbed Sora by the arm and together they made their way out of the apartment, opting to go down the stairs than to wait for the elevator and greeted the doorman cheerily before walking out into the sunny NYC morning.
It hit both girls at the same time that they were actually going to spend the next 4 years attending college in the greatest city in the world.
Their eyes met momentarily before they both broke into peals of laughter, ecstatic at the thought, before they began the 15 minute walk to campus.
SHIT.
Taichi Kamiya had overslept. On the first day of school. As per usual.
And as per usual, his best friend and now roommate Yamato Ishida had gotten ready and left for school all by himself without even an attempt at waking the wild haired brunette.
What a bastard.
Scrambling around the spacious penthouse loft he shared with the blonde, Taichi managed to get himself presentable, throwing on a navy blue hoodie over a pair of khaki trousers and the first pair of shoes he managed to find in the walk in closet.
Who the hell designed a closet to be so large? Who needs this many clothes anyways!
Taichi was not used to this, waking up late, not having his clothes pulled out, not having his breakfast ready on a tray with his coffee done just so.
But then you idiot, it was your brilliant idea to go to school in NY, without a full staff to man the house. And for what? A fucking normal college experience!
His hair was a mess, a wild mass of untameable chocolate hair that seemed to have a life of its own. Sighing, Tai managed to tame it down just a bit before giving up. It was useless.
Even his hair was against him today.
Picking up his phone and wallet, he grabbed a pair of aviators and walked out the door, backpack, notebooks or other school supplies be damned. He'd deal with it later.
The professor was droning on and on about the syllabus. Yamato Ishida was barely able to keep his ocean blue eyes from drooping.
Who really gave a damn about the syllabus anyway? He sighed loudly and shifted in his seat. The air being blown into the large lecture hall was stale and musty and the blonde cringed at the thought of breathing in other peoples' dust.
So far, none of the other students seemed to catch Yamato's interest even though there were easily over a 100 students packed into the stadium seats.
Come to think of it, where is Taichi? Its been around 30 minutes since class started.
As if right on cue, the door creaked open. The professor briefly stopped his droning and glanced up at late newcomers. Yamato also turned around as composed as he could manage, fully expecting to see his wild haired friend.
Instead, there were two girls. Two very beautiful girls.
Hot damn. He couldn't even classify them as hot, they were beautiful. Understated but classy.
Just about everyone in the room followed the girls as they made their way down towards a pair of empty seats, their hair glistening in the dim light of the lecture hall. The pair seemed to glow, and Yamato swore there was some kind of angelic choir music playing in the background as they settled down into the seats and one flipped her long wavy hair over her shoulder.
Even the professor seemed to be checking them out, the creeper. Jesus, what the hell? He could be their father. Goddamn perverts.
The older man, easily in his fifties, rubbed at his white mustache and was just about to open his mouth when the doors banged open.
Yamato smirked. This time, it was definitely Taichi for sure.
The tall, confident brunette strolled in leisurely and took a seat diagonally from where Yamato sat, not even bothering to take off his sunglasses. When his friend finally caught sight of Yamato smirking at him, Taichi took off his glasses and scowled at him.
Yamato raised an eyebrow at his friend before turning back to the professor who had once again started his rambling, and he knew the gesture would infuriate his friend even further. When he still felt the burning stare of his friend's eyes at the side of his head a good 10 minutes later, he turned around to see Taichi immediately flip him the middle finger.
Smiling, Yamato returned the gesture and was able to see Taichi's brow crease furiously before turning back to the creeper who was now talking about the basics of economics and proceeded to ignore his friend for the rest of the lecture.
That bastard. What would I do without him?
Short chapter, at least for me. Well, please R&R :)