Miyuki Hamasaki: This ficcie is based on the movie 'Serendipity'. Nothing else to say... Go on with the ficcie! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own the Digimon characters or the movie, 'Serendipity'.

"....." Talk

'.....' Thoughts

~*~*~*~*~ Change Scene

*.....* Actions

~..... POV~ Someone's POV

~......~ Place

~~~~~~~~~~ After.. you know what I mean..

(A/N ........) Author's Note which means I'm talking

(......) Whoever's POV it is, the person is either fixing something or WHATEVER!!! I forget what it's called at this moment...

^On the last chapter^ I hope you know what THAT means

-.....- Time (I don't use it much but it appears sometimes...)

Title: Sincerity

Author: Miyuki Hamasaki

Chapter 1

Christmas Duties

"Black gloves, black gloves.." A young blonde muttered as he pushed through the crowd. He stopped for a second or two, scanning the long list held in his hand. He sighed in relief as he grabbed a pen and put a small checkmark next to the last, small, empty box on the list. He looked around, knowing that he was in the right department.

'Yes!' He smiled, overjoyed as his clear blue eyes landed on a rack that was being decorated with colorful gloves by the assistant manager. Apparently, there were twice as many hands, all reaching out to grab the gloves off of the rack in a hurry. In less than a minute, the rack was left bare with a small pair of black gloves left to cover it unsuccessfully.

'No, no, no!!!' His smile dissolved as he pushed through the crowd again, this time, walking towards the bare rack, as fast as he could. As soon as he was close enough, he reached out to grab the glove. He pulled his hand back but then realized that he couldn't for another hand was holding onto the gloves.

"Excuse me.." He trailed off as looked up to see a young teenage girl, just about his age.

"Oh I'm sorry," The girl had long brown silky hair, about down to her back. Her cheeks were painted with hints of pink, obvious that she had been outside not too long ago. Her caramel eyes looked up at him with her head tilted a little. "I didn't realize you were holding them too."

"Uh, that's alright." He blinked rapidly, feeling a little idiotic about just standing there and staring at her like that. He gave the gloves a little tug and was about to walk away when the girl stopped him.

"Hey, where are you going with my gloves?" She looked at him expectantly, as if he should bow down and hand her the gloves.

"Um, let's see, I'm going over to the casher to pay for these gloves so that I can finally go home and wrap it for my girlfriend?" He said, looking at her as if she was a little three-year-old or something.

"You can't do that." Her eyes narrowed down to small slits.

"And why not?" He stared at her, dumbfounded by her actions.

"Because those gloves are mine and I'm gong to pay for them so that I can give them to my boyfriend!"

"Well that's just too bad because-" He stopped when the girl pulled the gloves back and hung it on the rack.

"You see these?" She asked innocently. The blonde nodded, confused at such a dumb question.

"Well I grabbed them before you so it's mine!" She smiled smugly, her hands still on the gloves that still hung from the rack.

"I'm sorry but I grabbed them first!" He glared at her. The girl shook her head in disagreement, not breaking eye contact.

"Well-"

"No! Those are mine!"

They continued to argue when an old man came and grabbed the black gloves and said, "A-ha! Last ones I assume. Very lucky of me!"

"Hey that's mine!" Both boy and girl yelled.

"I don't think so," The old man smiled. "I got them first."

"No but..." The blonde stopped, not knowing what to say.

"But those are his!" The girl said, surprising the blonde. "Those are for his girlfriend!"

"Yeah! And those gloves are for her boyfriend..." He trailed off, rethinking what he just said. The girl was about to say something else when the old man stopped her.

"Wait, wait!" The old man waved his hands in frustration. "These gloves belong to the gentleman-"

"So that he can give it to his girlfriend!" The girl chimed in.

"But it is also this young lady's-"

"So that she can give it to her boyfriend!" The boy jumped in, finishing the sentence for him.

"But then how are both of you going to give it to your boyfriend or girlfriend?" The old man looked confused.

"Um well..." This time, the girl looked stumped.

"It's because she's my girlfriend!" The blonde added.

"What?!?!?!?" The old man and the girl looked confused and... well, just about confused.

"Haha," The boy fake laughed, scratching his head. "I guess my girlfriend," He put more emphasis on the word girlfriend. "Was going to get me gloves..."

"For a Christmas present, like you were going to get me?" The girl began to catch on.

"Yes, so she's like my-"

"Girlfriend!" She said, obviously less confused by now. "And he's my-"

"Boyfriend! Yes! Exactly!" The blonde concluded, smiling.

"Okay, well..." The old man still looked confused. Very confused. "You two keep the gloves.. Um.. And Merry Christmas!" He walked away, still looking very confused.

"Hmm, that went smoothly." The blonde joked, laughing. The girl burst out giggling.

"Here, you keep the gloves." The blonde smiled warmly at the girl, as she looked up at him with confused eyes.

"No, you can keep them," She giggled again. "You came up with that boyfriend and girlfriend idea anyway."

"No, I insist! You keep the gloves." He forced the gloves into her hand.

"No, you.." The girl stopped, looking up into his eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Fine, I will keep them!"

The blonde looked a little confused, not to mention dumbfounded but then laughed when he saw her eyes.

"Yes, you keep them."

"Okay!" The girl looked happy and dragged him over to the casher with her as she got out her wallet to pay.

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"That was quite a scene back there, eh?" The blonde looked at the girl with a playful smile.

"Don't remind me! That was so embarrassing now that I think about it." She giggled.

"Heh, yeah, well-"

"Hey I have an idea!" The girl smiled. "Let's go somewhere to munch!"

Before the boy got a chance to reply, the girl dragged him away to a nice but small restaurant.

"And.. Where is this?" The boy raised an eyebrow.

"I'll show you! Let's go inside!" She looked at him with her big brown eyes and pulled him inside.

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"I'll have a slice of chocolate cake and some hot chocolate please." Her voice was soft as she ordered from the menu. "What about you?"

"Um, I'd like what she's having please." The boy hesitated, not knowing what else to order.

"Okay, please hold on." The waiter walked away with the orders.

"So," She took off her soft pink hat. "First of all, what's your name?"

"Yamato." He smiled at her, feeling hypnotized by her soft brown eyes. "You?"

"Guess." He noticed her small dimples in her cheeks when she smiled.

"Uhhh-" He was interrupted when their cakes and hot chocolate arrived.

"Thanks." She thanked the waiter as she paid him.

"Wait, you shouldn't pay him," Yamato stopped them. "I should."

"Nope," Her eyes twinkled. "My treat." She handed the waiter a few bills, whispering, "Keep the change."

The waiter thanked her and said a quick, "I hope you enjoy the cake. Thanks for coming to Sincerity."

"Sincerity, eh?" Yamato looked at her as she gave him a quick nod after taking a sip from her hot chocolate.

"Sincerity," She looked at him with her hands around her cup. "Isn't that such a beautiful name," She smiled. "Yamato?"

"Yup." Yamato grabbed a fork and took a bite out of the cake. "Mmmm.. Delicious! Now.. Back to your name."

"Uh-huh." The girl pushed her hair back and took a bite out of her cake too. "What about it?" She teased.

"Is it..." He looked around the place. "Victoria?"

"Mmhp!" She looked as if she almost choked on her cake. "I would never have such a name! Do I look like a Victoria to you?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Of course not!" He replied to her actions by sticking his tongue out at her too. "How about..." And he continued to guess her name.

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"So are you going to tell me your name now?" He said, walking backwards with his hands on his head. She shook her head as they walked down the street.

"Nope." She looked up at the sky. "If fate wanted us together, you would guess my name right." She looked into his eyes and smiled faintly.

"Fate? Faith? You believe that stuff?" Yamato smiled as he shook his head.

"Yup!" She stopped for a second. "You know, I should really get going."

"What? No," He plead. "You can't go! At least give me your number?" She smiled, looking a bit amused. She nodded and found a small piece of paper in her purse. She quickly wrote down her number and handed it over to him.

"My number." She grinned.

"Okay." He took the paper from her when a small gust of wind blew it out of his hands. "Oops, no, wait.." He turned around to grab it when the wind picked up once more and formed a small tornado of garbage all over the place.

"Great." He turned around to face her. "Can you please give me your number again?"

"Uh-uh." She shook her head. "Nope. Did you see that? That was a sign from faith itself. It doesn't think we should be together." She looked panicked.

"Oh no, please," He begged her. "It was just a gust of wind. Please."

She stopped as if an idea had popped in her head. She grabbed a $5 bill from her bag.

"Here," She handed him the bill. "Write your full name and your number on this."

"On a $5 bill?" He looked amused. "Okay." He scribbled down his number and name.

"There. Now hold on for sec." She ran across the street and stopped by a place where they sold newspaper and junk. She mumbled something and handed the guy the $5 bill and came running back with a packet of gum.

"What the hell was that?" Yamato said, annoyed.

"You see, once I get that bill back in my hands, I'll be able to call you." She said as she popped the small stick of pink gum in her mouth.

"Oh yes, that'll be very likely." He rolled his eyes.

"You see, if fate wants us together, that $5 bill will be in my hands sooner or later." She looked at him seriously.

"Okay, okay, fine!" He twirled as he waved his arms. "But that's not fair. How will I ever get a chance to contact you?"

"Okay, let's see..." The girl looked through her purse and pulled out a book. "See this book? The title is Chicken Soup for the Soul."

"Yea?" He nodded, not fully understanding her.

"Tomorrow morning, I will write my name and number on the first page and sell it to a old bookstore." She opened the book and showed him. "And it's your job to find this book, this exact book and get my number." She put her hand up and waved for a taxi.

"What bookstore?" He asked, sounding desperate.

"I can't tell you." She looked at him with her warm brown eyes as a yellow taxi began to slow down near her.

"That's great, great." He grabbed her wrist as the taxi stopped completely and she opened the door. "Your name. Please?"

"My name is.." She put her hands on his face as she smiled. She pulled him closer and her soft, cherry lips brushed against Yamato's.

"..My name is Mimi." With that, she got in the taxi and left Yamato breathless on the sidewalk, staring after the yellow taxi.

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Miyuki Hamasaki: ^^;; How was that? Okay, I have got to run, VERY FAST, or else I'll never get my public speaking homework done..... Ahhh!! Anyway, pretty please review? Can I ask for at least *five* reviews for this chapter? *looks at readers innocently* Pretty please? Okay, well I'm going to run now. Bye bye!