Disclaimer- Well, if I didn't own Digimon back around 1999 when I became a Digimon fan, and I haven't won the lottery or come into any huge inheritance since then, and I'm paying for college out of my own pocket, what are the chances that I've acquired the rights between then and now? 1:10000000000000000000000000000000000000000 you say? Yeah, you're getting there…… Let me tell you, it hasn't happened.
Author's Note: From here on out my random annoying marks will be seen as A/N: 'blah blah, oh, and blah…' got it? This portion of this saga will be Mimato (A/N: MY FAV. FOREVER!), Taiora, and TKari. Due to the fact that I know that there are still Mimato fans out there and I never really lost interested in my first Anime coupling, I will be attempting to revive these specific couplings and all their fans, so please R&R! And contact me if you're interested in helping or hosting a Mimato, Taiora, and TKari fan site!
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"TAI! TAI, WAKE UP!"
"…. huh?" he asked, groggily, not wanting to open his eyes. He rolled over, and muttered, "Five more minutes Mom. Just five more…."
"TAI, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER! WAKE UP NOW! OUR DIGIMON ARE GONE!" A male voice bellowed in his ear. Instantly, Tai sprung up to face the tall blond who had just yelled at him, alert and prepared for a fight.
"What do you mean, they're gone?!" Tai asked in irritation. He glanced around the camp. "Where are they?"
"…. I don't know."
"MATT! WHERE ARE THEY?!"
"I told you, I don't know! Think, dung head, if I knew, would I have waken you up?!" Matt spat.
"Shut up Matt. I'm not a dung head."
"Whatever…."
"At least I wasn't the one on watch."
"I wasn't. It was Mimi's turn."
"Well, then I suggest you two both stop arguing and we ask her." Sora said from beside Tai. "You two are so loud when you're arguing, you woke me up! I'm amazed that no evil Digimon has found us yet." Tai lowered his head in shame.
"I'm sorry Sora," he apologized.
"That's ok," she answered with a smile. Then remembering that their Digimon were missing, she grew troubled. "Where could Biyomon have gone?"
"Don't worry Sora, we'll find her." Tai promised her as she turned to go find Mimi.
"'Don't worry Sora, I'll find her for you, because I'm head-over-heels in love with you!'" Matt mocked just as she disappeared within the thick, forest undergrowth.
"Shut up Matt. No I'm not."
"You know I'm right, so why deny?" Matt said in a sing-songy voice. "TAI AND SORA SITTIN-"
"I SAID SHUT UP ALL READY!" Tai yelled. Suddenly everyone in the camp was awake.
"Huh? What time is it Patamon?" T.K. asked, tiredly, rolling over to ask his Digimon. "Patamon? Patamon?! Patamon, where are you?!" he called, realizing that he was not to be found sleeping next to him where he had been only a few hours ago.
"Gomamon? Gomamon, this is not funny! Stop hiding!" Joe called into the outline of the trees. "You guys, Gomamon is gone! Huh? Where's everyone else?"
"I suppose that either one of two things have happened. Either they all ran after some evil and have not returned yet, or they have been kidnapped." Izzy, the computer genius of the group, hypothesized.
"Uh, Izzy, don't you mean Digi-napped?" Matt joked.
"Matt, this is no time to be telling jokes!" Joe stated loudly.
"Joe is correct. We should be concentrating on getting our Digimon back." Izzy mentioned.
"You're right, let's go find them!" Tai said, walking off into the woods.
"Hey Tai, aren't you forgetting someone?" Matt called.
"Huh?" he asked, coming back into the clearing. Looking around he saw his little sister sleeping on the ground next to T.K. "Oh, I thought she was up."
"But that's not who…."
He bent down next to her and shook her gently. "Kari, wake up." She stirred and woke up, rubbing her eyes.
"What's wrong Tai?" she asked curiously. "It's still dark."
"Our Digimon are missing," he replied.
"What?! Gatomon is gone?!" She asked, freaking out. "Where is she? Where is she Tai?!"
"We don't know. That's why we're going to go look for them now. Calm down, we'll find them. "Don't worry Kari, we'll find them." He stood once again, and headed off into the forest.
"TAI! YOU'RE FORGETTING SOMEONE!" Matt yelled again.
"I know Matt! Hurry up everyone; we're never going to find them just standing there!" he called.
"Tai, you thick skulled ding-bat! We're forgetting Mimi!"
"Who?" Tai asked, coming out of the tree line once again. Matt shook his head.
"Mimi… and your Sora," he added, snickering.
"… Matt, she's not my Sora, she's everybody's Sora."
"Doesn't mean you don't wish," he pointed out.
"Oh shut up, both of you, and let's go find them." T.K. said, seeing that a heated argument was about to break out.
"Fine." Both boys said, turning away from each other. Everyone headed off in different directions in search of the two girls. Tai went in one, Izzy and Joe in another, T.K. and Kari headed off in another, and Matt took off in the opposite direction. Sora was soon found by Tai.
"I didn't see Mimi, she isn't where she was when she was keeping watch," Sora told Tai. "I don't understand, where could she have gone?"
"Maybe she was kidnapped along with our Digimon." Tai suggested. Sora's eyes suddenly filled up with tears. "But then again, maybe she just wandered off somewhere, and went back to the camp," he added, seeing that his first idea probably was what was making her cry. After all, the two usually seemed joined by the hip, for wherever one of them was, the other would be.
"I hope so…" she said, but she didn't sound too convinced. Soon the two soon met up with T.K. and Kari, and then later Izzy and Joe. None of them had seen Mimi.
Meanwhile…
Matt walked silently down the path to the lake. He didn't know why, but for some stupid reason he thought that Mimi might be down there.
'Maybe she got tired and went to wash her face so she could stay up,' the blond thought. He hated when people called him stupid because he was a blond, and usually had to fight the urge to say 'Well, what happened to Tai? He's not a blond, yet he's as dumb as an ox.' He soon reached the lake, only to find that it was deserted.
"Mimi?" he called. "Mimi, are you down here?" When no reply came, he backed up and was about to turn around when he tripped over something and he fell to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.
'Stupid log,' he thought. 'But then again, it was too soft for a log, even a rotting one.' After a while, he was able to breathe freely, and he managed to get to his knees.
'Now, time to find out what made me fall…' he said to himself. He crawled over to where he thought he had been when the accident had occurred, but could see nothing that could have made him trip.
'I couldn't have imagined it, could I? But how could I have tripped if nothing was there? Maybe I'm looking in the wrong spot?' Matt slowly got to his feet and looked into the night sky. The moon, which had been out only minutes before had crept behind dark clouds. 'I hope it doesn't rain.' The sound of movement in the bushes made him lower his gaze. Suddenly a small Digimon jumped out of the bushes and scampered off into the night just before Matt could get a good look at him. 'Boy he was fast.' Suddenly, a pink cowboys' hat caught his attention. He picked it up and looked at the price tag that was on it. It read: $43.95. Underneath it read: M. Tachikawa.
'This is Mimi's all right,' he sighed. 'Not only because of her name, but because she's got to be the only one who adores pink and has $43.95 to spend on a hat!' Matt glanced around. There was no sign of her anywhere.
'She must have dropped it on her way back to camp.' He turned once again to head back, but he had not taken more than five steps when the moon reappeared, giving light to a pink huddled figure laying a few feet from the path. 'THERE she is,' Matt sighed with relief. 'She must have fallen asleep.' He approached her and knelt down beside her. She was on her stomach, lying on the soft moss below a huge Cam fir tree, a tree that was native to the area of Tokyo. He shook her gently, softly calling her name.
"Mimi. Mimi, wake up. Mimi. Hey, it's time to get up sleepy head. Mimi?" He shook her a little harder, but still she did not stir. Matt frowned.
'Great. I guess I'll just have to carry her back.' He rolled her on her back and gave a small gasp. She had a huge, swollen lump on the side her forehead, and it was bleeding badly!
"Oh my God, what happened?!" Knowing that he'd have to stop the bleeding somehow, he dug into his pockets, only to discover they were empty. 'Great, now what do I do?!' He glanced around and saw Mimi's tan bag on the ground only a few feet away. 'It's a good thing she's not awake to see this, 'cuz if she knew I went through her stuff, she'd probably kill me.' Grabbing it, he pulled it open and dumped it out on the ground. There were cans of cooking fuel, a water bottle, a broken compass, a pocket knife, makeup (consisting of a few pink lipsticks, eye shadow, mascara, foundation, and blush), a nail clipper, two boxes of matches, two very small Band-Aids, her brown gloves, two pink handkerchiefs, a pink mini bag containing a bathing suit and a small towel, a pack of eight gel pens (pink, green, blue, orange, red, yellow, gray, purple), and … a pink diary! Matt picked it up with a grin.
'Too bad this isn't the time; I could have a ball reading this thing!' He set it down again, and picked up one of the handkerchiefs. 'I hope she doesn't mind if this gets ruined. If so, I'll buy her two when we get back home…if we ever get home that is….' He gently pressed it against her wound to stop the bleeding. He took the water bottle and the other handkerchief and ran down to the lake. He filled the water bottle, and dampening the handkerchief, ran back to Mimi. She was a pale white, even her lips, and the red blood really stood out against her face. He thought of leaving it on her, but thought better of it.
'It probably might get Tai to notice that she exists more often, but then Joe might pass out,' he thought, completely sickened by their leader for almost leaving her behind, even more so now, knowing that she'd probably have died if he hadn't spoken up. It ticked him off too that it had been him who had mentioned it, and that no one else had remembered that she wasn't with them when they were about to leave her, even his own brother, most likely when she needed them most.
"Some friends they are," he spat. He looked at her once again as he began to wash the blood off of her face. She seemed so helpless, so alone and friendless. "Don't worry Mimi; I'll be your friend. For always and ever."
He finished wiping the blood off, and ran down to the lake and rinsed the handkerchief out. By the time he got back to her, she had a little color in her face, but not much. He bent down and felt her forehead. It was burning hot!
"I'd better get her to Joe quick, before she gets any worse," he thought. "I just hope I find him in time!"
He quickly packed her bag up again and slung it across his shoulder. Taking her hat, he put his head through the strings and let it fall behind him. 'This is got to look pretty bad,' he admitted to himself. 'I'm glad no one has a camera, because I certainly do NOT want a picture of this!' Placing the wet handkerchief on her forehead (and leaving the dry one over her wound), he slid his arms under her frail body and lifted her up so that her head was against his shoulder. He headed off towards camp, walking as fast as he could.
About half way there, the moon once again disappeared behind the black clouds that were threatening to rain down on the two. As a few drops began to fall on them, Matt instinctively pulled her closer to keep her dry and warm from the freezing cold rain. A chilly breeze blew by them, and they both shivered. A slight moan escaped Mimi, and she unconsciously reached up and grabbed a handful of his green tank top, drawing herself even closer to him. Matt stopped dead in his tracks, alarmed by her sudden movement. Thoughts began to race through his head, wondering if she knew what she had done. His breathing greatly shortened from shock, he stared down at her face. She wore a smile, as a side of her face was buried into his muscled chest with pleasure. Matt's heart began to race. Did she really enjoy it, or was she thinking of someone else as she did so? Or was he just losing it?
Then, in an ever so small voice, two words began to speak themselves in his mind, over and over, the two simplest words in the entire world. But no, he would not listen to them, for those two words could only mean one thing, one word, and he refused to speak it, for that one little word had brought him so much pain and suffering. That one little word had meant the end of the life that he knew, and because that one little word had so many consequences, he became how he was now, a loner, and he had refused to talk to his father about it. He knew his father wouldn't help, because he was never there for him, especially after it all happened, so many years ago. But that one word was powerful enough to still affect him to that very day, that very moment in time, and because of it, he did not heed those two little words, but continued on his way to the camp.
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