A Love Once Lost
Chapter Title: Dreams of Old
Genre: Romance, Drama
Chapter(s): 1/4
Character(s): Mimi, Sora
Pairings: Mimato
Word count: 1,771
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
The soft hum of the bug Digimon echoed throughout the forest; lulling some to sleep while keeping others awake. On this certain night, two people were wide-awake, their mind full of thoughts about their adventurous past.
In the past few years they had helped saved the world. Not the human world, the Digital world to be exact. It had been fun, but they were growing older, and as everyone knows: Time stops for no one. Sad, but true. These two knew it too well.
"Stay with me," a blonde seventeen year old boy stated as he pulled a sixteen year old auburn haired girl into his strong arms. His cerulean eyes stared directly into her honey-brown eyes as they widened in shock at the comment and the unusually bold action.
She made no response, but stood frozen in shock. Those words still trying to process itself in his mind. The young man bit his lower lip, afraid of rejection. He had been so sure she would accept his extremely subtle confession.
When he received no response after another moment or two, he was about to give up and think of her silence as rejection. He was about to unwind his arms from her slim waist when she suddenly spoke. It was a whisper, barely audible, but his keen ears definitely heard it.
"Yes, I will," she whispered, her eyes glittered with joy as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck. She wouldn't let him go. Not ever. She left him once before to go to America, but nothing in the world would take her away from the handsome flaxen-haired man.
The young man seemed shock at her quiet response but tightened his grip around the girl, holding her close to his heart.
"Good…" he murmured softly, enjoying the night with the one person who had stolen his heart so long ago when they were mere children who loved to argue with each other. A lot.
Mimi awoke with a start, her brown eyes sleepily surveying her surroundings. Everything was the same as when she had gone to sleep.
Her walls were still a pale rose pink. Her bookcase still had shelves of stuffed animals, a few schoolbooks, and of course, pictures of her friends. Her desk was still the same. It was covered with scattered papers, evidence of her homework that she had tried frantically to finish half an hour before bed. Everything was the same.
"Wow, what a weird dream…" Mimi yawned as she toppled out of bed onto her rose cream-colored carpet in her lame attempt to get up from her comfortable and inviting bed.
She remained motionless, her brown eyes dazed and pensive, the thoughts of her reoccurring dream still echoing throughout her mind. She had had that dream once a month ever since she was eight.
Now that she was seventeen, the dreams became more frequent. It was almost like they were trying to tell her something. To remember something important that she forgot a long time ago.
Most of her other dreams were either about her being chased down by a large, overgrown chicken who looked absolutely inedible, and getting saved by a cactus. Other dreams consisted of her riding some kind of bus or train, waving good-bye to something she knew was important but she could never clearly see the face.
The only thing she knew was that she felt she was losing a very good friend when she left.
Her trains of thoughts were finally broken by a familiar voice.
"MIMI! Time to wake up sweetie!" Her mom hollered loudly from the kitchen, a plate of rice with strawberries, whipped cream, and scrambled eggs carefully balanced in her right hand, while her left held a silver spatula.
Her mother absolutely loved strawberries and whipped cream so she often added it to the family's dishes whether it is with eggs or rice. Oddly enough, it tasted really good.
"Coming!" Mimi yelled back, slowly getting up from the comfy floor. Grabbing her school clothes, she ran into the bathroom; quickly taking a shower, brushing her teeth, and placing on her clothes in a mere ten minutes. She was only two minutes from beating her own record.
Mimi quickly walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing her school's uniform: a dark green, knee length plaid skirt with a matching top. It was absolutely dull to her, but she was obligated to wear it for school. Sighing, she plopped herself down onto a nearby chair, greeting her dad, who was reading the paper.
Oddly enough, in his hand was a mug of coffee, with a strawberry slice on the edge, in his hand. It was like an iced tea drink with a lemon but it was coffee, and a strawberry. He merely nodded good morning before taking a bite of the strawberry and rice concoction that was sitting in front of him.
She blinked at the strange mixture before taking a bite, nodding in approval. As usual, it tasted good, even though it looked odd. She looked up at the clock before paling. She was late!
"Good breakfast mom! Save me some later, I'm gonna be late for school!" Mimi said as she stuffed a piece of toast covered in strawberry jam in her mouth, stood up, and grabbed her bag, running out of the apartment and heading toward her school nearby.
While running, her mind immediately wondered off to her dream. It felt so realistic. Almost as if she was the one in it. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she saw her best friend, Sora, up ahead.
"Sora!" Mimi cried as she met up with the red-head, immediately latching her arm to her best friend's arm. It was their usual routine ever since they were little children.
Another part of their routine was Mimi telling Sora about her dream from last night, "I had the weirdest dream last night."
"Really?" Sora said expectantly as she linked her arm with her best friend's arm, dragging her inside the school. "What was it like?"
"It was like…a very faint memory," Mimi replied nostalgically, her mind wandering off toward her dream again. Luckily, for her, Sora had a firm grip on her, so the chances of her tumbling down onto the cement were less than likely.
"Snap out of it!" Sora laughed, gently shaking Mimi awake as they both arrived inside their homeroom.
Mimi blinked out of her hazy daze before they unlatched themselves from each other, both walking over to Mimi desk. Mimi sat on the desk, while Sora sat in her seat, talking until the teacher came in.
It was strangely loud though, even for their class. All the girls were in a corner near the door, gossiping loudly about something while the guys were sitting at their desk, scowls of disgust on their faces.
"What's up with them?" Mimi said as she leaned closer to Sora, pointing toward the guys.
Sora shrugged, curiosity clear in her amber eyes as she followed Mimi's finger to the guys, "Dunno, but let's ask."
Unexpectedly, she pushed her friend forward toward the boys, and gave up the thumbs up sign in reassurance.
"Great…" Mimi muttered in annoyance, walking up toward the least looking discouraged boy in the group.
"What's up with the girls over there?" Mimi asked, pointing toward the giggling girls in the corner.
The boy shrugged before grumbling a few words, "Some new guy transferred here."
"Really? Then why are they so happy? A lot of students transfer here," Mimi said, trying to keep her voice honey-sweet, and at the same time, keeping her temper down at the few words the boy spoke to her.
"Tch," he turned away, his mood darkening even more. The other guys glanced at her, glaring menacingly.
"Okay…no need to get all grouchy Mr. I'm-Too-Mad-to Answer-a Simple-Question." Mimi muttered, backing away before she got eaten alive.
Sora, who 'accidentally' overheard the conversation from her desk, decided to go straight to the source, and rushed over to the girls, interrogating them about the new boy.
While waiting for Sora to finish with her interrogation, Mimi was back at her desk, her head placed her on her desk, trying to remember the details of her dream boy. 'Flaxen hair…lithe body…warm embraces… sky blue eyes you could get lost in…'
"Mimi! I found some info on our mysterious transfer student," Sora said, poking her preoccupied friend on the shoulder. When she received no answer, she began poking Mimi frantically before she finally received an answer.
"What about him…?" Mimi muttered, trying to get rid of the poking. She nodded to whatever Sora said, half listening, half faraway in la la land.
"He's supposed to be a really cute blonde guy with the most gorgeous blue eyes," the redhead said dreamily. "That's the only thing I could get out of them. It seems they're already making a fan club for him."
She jabbed a finger toward the group of girls who were happily chattering about the unknown teen.
"He must be reeeally special then," the brunette said sarcastically, turning her head away to look out at the window toward the sky. 'The same blue color as his eyes…'
Sora shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe."
Hearing the footsteps of their teacher, Sora quickly sat herself back down on a desk that was on the left hand side of Mimi.
The class watched the classroom door slowly opened and their teacher, a lady in her mid-thirties, appeared. "Good morning class!"
Immediately, the class quieted down, their eyes looking at the sweat-dropping teacher, waiting for her to bring in the new student.
The girls were impatient, wanting the teacher to just bring in the student rather than let them wait it out even longer. The guys were having other thoughts. They were grumbling under their breath about the new student being a nuisance to their Friday night status.
"Ahem, as you know, we have a new student coming into our class. Please treat him with respect and kindness." The teacher directed that toward the boys before turning her head toward the girls, "And please don't bodily harm him."
The girls in the corner smiled innocently, while in their minds, they were plotting a way to corner him.
Mimi snorted at the statement, turning to Sora and silently gagged. The red-head grinned before turning back to the teacher.
The teacher ignored Sora and Mimi, but they could see a small smile linger on the lady's lips. "Anyway, here is our new student, Ishida Yamato." With that statement finished, she opened the door and allowed Yamato to come in.