Author's note: this is an adaptation of Kodocha Omocha. (eee I love that manga!) I'll do my best to complete this fic, at least. –sweatdrops- anyway, enjoy. Dozo, friends.
Disclaimer: don't own Digimon nor Kodocha Omocha. Peace out, dolls.
Act I.
"Morning, Mimi! Breakfast is in the car!"
That Wednesday morning, the young brunette hurried down the stairs of Tachikawa manor and out the front door, her thin legs carrying her all the way. Strapped across one shoulder was a red tote bag, crammed with school supplies – which she hastily handed it to her butler, Seta – and stepped into the front seat of the limo.
"Mornin', Seta-san!" Tachikawa Mimi, twelve, bright eyed and rosy from a good night's sleep - greeted her butler as she munched on a piece of toast.
Kozumi Seta grinned weakly, scratching his head with one hand, the other preoccupied by the wheel. "Mimi-chan, if you haven't woken up so late, you wouldn't have to eat in the car! It's not a good habit to constantly be behind schedule," he reproached lightly, offering a sideways glance.
She giggled nervously, and tried to pay no heed to his chidings. "Aw, I'm sorry Seta-san," she bowed her head sheepishly, like the child she was, before adding, "It won't happen again- I promise."
"That's my girl," the youthful butler beamed and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't forget you have live broadcast today."
"Yeah, I know." Mimi rummaged through her knapsack and drew out a mirror, positioned it facing her and began to comb her lustrous hair into a sleek ponytail.
In a matter of five minutes, the limo reached the Jinbo Private Junior High, halting opposite the silver gates of the exclusive academy.
"Here we are. I'll come get you after school."
"Okay – thanks for everything, Seta-san!" she pecked him on the cheek lightly followed by a bright smile.
The car door slammed shut, leaving a tomato-red nineteen year old butler. "I can't believe she's only in junior high…" he muttered disjointedly before departing the school.
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"Put your desks back! I can't teach you if you won't sit down." Exasperated, Miwa-sensei's eyes watched her disrupted class stand atop of desks, their earsplitting screams causing uproar.
In the very corner of the room 6E, Ishida Yamato, blue eyed, class bully, stayed silent as he witnessed the commotion. From his minions' rowdy yells, to the toppling desks and the girls all huddled on the other side of the room – he liked what he saw.
A certain girl rushed in, her face flushed pink. "I'm sorry I'm late!" she said to no one in particular.
He watched as Mimi look around the room meditatively, coolly – and walk over to a vacant desk, sit down and begin to read.
Yamato shook his head in disbelief. 'Man, what's up with the girl. This has probably been going on for a month now, but she doesn't seem to notice. Weird.' he thought to himself, followed by a simple shrug. "well- Tachikawa has been always hard to understand," he scoffed mentally. "That's why I don't mess with chicks like her-"
"That's it. If we're not having class, I'm going home." His reflections were cut off by the cool voice of none other than Tachikawa, who had smacked her palms against her desk and stood up abruptly.
Heads turned, the entire class hushed.
Twelve year old Yamato felt an unexpected blow as the girl slowly turned to meet his eyes with her distant ones. "Happy now, Ishida?"
"…" he merely closed his eyes, and rather opted to bid her the cold shoulder.
Mimi clenched her teeth, shooting dark looks at the blonde. 'Ooh, I hate him! Don't ignore me!' she pirouetted on her heels and stomped out the door, ignoring the helpless cries from the girls - 'Mimi-chan! Hey Mimi, wait!"
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Slam.
The china tea cup made contact with the wooden café table, attracting several curious stares in the Venus Bakery, a dreamy teashop that Mimi favored.
"I'm in such a crappy mood. That Ishida. How could anyone have raised such a rotten little demon?" Mimi closed her eyes broodingly, sipped the hot tea from the cup, a frown gracing her lips.
"All the girls are sick of it, but they won't say anything," She mused, recalling from recent events, then refreshed her mind with another swallow of jasmine tea. "they're afraid of what the guys will do to them if they make a fuss." One eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "…but I'm not afraid of those morons!"
Somehow she had ended rising up from her seat and everyone in the café had swiveled their necks to peek at her. Mimi chuckled self consciously and adjusted her blonde wig, hoping no one would distinguish her disguise.
An aggravated sigh.
"I just don't have time for this…"
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The talk show, six in the evening went live with Mimi's broadcast. The camera zoomed in on two figures, Mimi on the left – the twenty something host on the right.
The female host smiled broadly as the lens focused on her. "Out guest today is Tachikawa Mimi, from the famous show 'Child's Toy.' She's only twelve…," she paused, grinning pleasantly before adding, "But very mature."
"Hello!" Mimi bowed her head respectfully to her viewers.
"Mimi, I hear your show is really popular!"
"Oh really?"
The host sweat dropped. 'C'mon, stick with the script, girl…' she thought. "Well yes! It's doing great in the ratings."
Smiling, the child thanked the host graciously.
"It looks exciting! Considering it's based on school life as a child. I bet it's a lot of fun at your real school, too."
Mimi blinked, taking a moment to absorb what the host said. "No way!" she snarled, curling her lip. "It totally sucks!"
"Eh?"
"We barely even have class, thanks to the horrible Ishida Yamato!"
The host's jaw dropped slightly in astonishment. 'Follow the script! We're live!' she mentally screamed.
"…he tortures the teachers!" Mimi continued ranting, her eyebrows knitted in heated concentration.
"Wow…being a kid…isn't always fun, I guess." the host smiled uneasily.
"He controls all the guys! Hey, are you listening?" the girl demanded.
"We'll be right back!"
Static.
Flip.
"Hey, she was talking about you, onee-chan!" Takeru, the younger brother- with his cute scruffy hair popped another crisp into his mouth as he switched to another TV program. "She's talking about you on live TV!" he exclaimed animatedly.
"What nerve." Yamato's irritated glare remained somewhat permanently, as he planned for his revenge the very next day.
"You'll pay for this, Tachikawa."
