If you've read any digimon fan fiction you'll know that clichés are everywhere, no more so than with Koumi. Please don't take this anywhere near seriously, it's just my idea of fun :L So here it is, the intro to every Koumi story, ever.
It was all a very typical Mimi Tachikawa scene.
She walked (or rather skipped) down the picturesque road, her pink boots making a delightful crunching sound on the autumn leaves under foot as the pink bobble on her pink hat swayed slightly with each step. Her cardigan was a light shade of pink while her gloves were a darker pink which she thought complimented it well. Her hair though was not pink, and it was now back to her natural caramel colour, which most people thought suited her better. She had moved back to Japan after living in America for a while, which is a fantastic bit of luck because it would have been a hell of a lot harder to write this story if she had not lived down the road from a certain Izzy Izumi, who she was coincidentally going to see now for a study session.
Among all the Mimi clichés and extraordinary coincidences, she decided that she would surprise him for once. In fact, she wouldn't just surprise him, but she would surprise every damn reader who had the patience to stay until the end of this fan fiction, or who had even gotten this far. She promised herself that she would not stop until the amount of surprise caused was astronomical.
"That's a surprise already" Mimi exclaimed. "yesterday I wouldn't even have known what astronomical meant but now I'm using it in flowing sentences!"
(Her voice was still high pitched and annoying though, even the greatest author in the world couldn't change that).
Nevertheless she was exited that this was going to be a very fun, out of the ordinary day.
She had been thinking so much (the irony?), that the next thing she new, she was at the doorstep of her favourite neighbourhood computer nerd, Izzy Izumi.
After some frantic knocking on his door with no answer, Mimi concluded that Izzy must be too engrossed in his *sigh* computer that he couldn't acknowledge the incredibly loud noise of someone banging on his door. At this point Mimi realised the enormity of her problem. Breaking herself free from the fan fiction clichés had been easy, but to write a story in which Izzy wasn't an antisocial, technology obsessed super genius was nye on impossible. But she was determined, and her determination was an attribute that she hadn't lost in her earlier transformation. And so Mimi, leaving her label of ditzy cheerleader on the ground, climbed up the side of the Izumi household with the grace of a ninja and vaulted through the open window of Izzy's bedroom only to find her assumption had been correct. It was as though he was a zombie, staring blankly at the screen of his laptop, his fingers moving so quickly they couldn't be seen. He was probably engaged in one of his hobbies, for example hacking into the US military or creating the cure for cancer. Sometimes he even liked to solve world hunger. Whatever it was, it was unimportant to Mimi who now had to find a way of getting his attention. This all seemed too familiar.