July 12, 2007 – Edited Version
Author's Ramblings: I've decided to continue this fic since I had a sudden spark to and since I've found myself to have a very small vocabulary three years ago. I hope you all will like my slight edit of the old chapters. I also hope you all will enjoy the future chapters to come. That is…if they come. No promise there, but I will try? My perspective of this fanfic has changed a lot so I hope I will not disappoint any of you. I'm sorry if the beginning is a bit boring, but I'll do my best to make it much more interesting in the upcoming chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Digimon. I'm just using them to be my toys for the moment?
Life Can't Get Any Worse Right? : Chapter 1- Bad Day
Ring! Ring! Time to wake up! Good morning!
A hand reached out from under the pink covers, navigating its way towards the ringing and talking pink clock on the night table. The fingertips of the traveling hand caressed the left side of the clock, and then the right before they finally pressed down the comforting snooze button that ceased the incessant noise made by the annoying clock.
A sigh could be heard under the covers as the owner of the sigh shifted in annoyance that such a clock dared to awaken her from her lovely beauty sleep, especially the wonderful dream she was having as she slept before.
Now it was all gone.
The person under the covers turned on her side, emulating another sigh before being lulled back to sleep by the heavenly bliss of the silence suddenly dwelling in the room.
Outside the room passed a young woman with short, red orange hair tied back into a small ponytail with a cute red and pink polka dotted scrunchie. Her cheerful crimson eyes walked down the short, cramped hallway as daylight seeped through the windows, warming the floor with bright morning rays. Her full, pink lips curled upwards at the sight of how beautiful it was already at such an early time in the morning.
Of course, only she could think of such thought since she was a morning person, unlike the other resident of the apartment.
Humming to herself as she straightened her pink designer blouse over the long, gray skirt that she had donned for work, she passed an open room.
The young woman automatically stopped humming as she also halted her walk down the hallway.
The apartment became completely silent of any sounds signaling movement.
This did not make the young woman happy at all as her lips curled downwards.
She took a step back and entered the room impromptu, sauntering quickly over to a bed with a large curled lump under pink covers without a second thought.
Looking down at the lump, sighing exasperatedly as if this happened every single day, the woman pondered how to get this immobile lump to turn into a moving lump.
Deciding on doing Plan A for today, the woman gently patted the lump. "Wake up, Mimi!"
The lump stayed still.
The woman gently patted the lump once again. "Mimi, wake up!"
The lump stayed still.
Scrunching her face into an irked expression with her eyes lowering into slits, cheeks held high and lips pursed into a thin line, the woman roughly shoved the lump. "WAKE UP, TACHIKAWA MIMI!"
The lump moved, releasing a loud groan.
The woman reached down and nimbly pulled back the covers revealing a damsel with long, chocolate tresses encasing a pale complexioned face. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing two caramel orbs. Her lips were parted as her breathing was taken out of its consistency that was regulated during her sleep. She was in a pink tank top with matching pink shorts that basically also matched with her covers and her bedspread.
Rubbing her eyes as she caught sight of the woman standing, Mimi mused sleepily, "Oh, Sora, I had a dream inside a dream! I was dreaming I had a good dream and then you came out of nowhere trying to wake me up!"
Sora shook her head in slight annoyance before eliciting a morning greeting she knew her roommate and best friend hates most. "Mimi, it's 7:30."
Mimi laughed heartily as she shifted herself into a more comfortable position on her cozy bed. "Yeah, right."
She turned to look at the time on her clock only to bolt up abruptly screaming a string of profanities that the author would rather not type.
Mimi grabbed the clock off with both of her small hands off its place on her night table and stared hard at the clock with her widened and shocked brown eyes. "No way! This can't be happening!"
After five minutes of silence, Mimi still has not looked up from her staring contest with the clock.
Growing irritated that her friend will be late for work, Sora put her hands on her hips as she asked Mimi impatiently, "Mimi, what are you doing?! You're wasting time!"
Mimi quickly placed a finger on her lips while still holding on tightly to the clock with one hand, eyes still focused intently on the face of the clock. "Shh, Sora! You're ruining my concentration!"
Sora stared at her friend incredulously. "Concentration on what? Being late?"
"No!" Mimi answered automatically, eyes never wavering from their staring contest opponent. "You see, if I stare hard at this evil clock, it will turn back half an hour or more! Thus this will give me more time to prepare a chic look to go out for the day and eat a scrumptious breakfast of bacons and eggs that can only be prepared beautifully by my gorgeous best friend, Sora!"
Sora smiled at the compliment, lowering her arms. "Why thank—HEY! Wait a minute! Mimi, you're not going to win! It's a clock, dear! It can't blink, and the more time you stare at it, the more time will fly by instead of retreat!"
Mimi ignored her friend as she continued her intense staring contest with her evil clock.
Checking the time herself, Sora saw that five minutes have already passed, making her even more aggravated that her best friend would lower herself to doing such a meaningless and pointless task. She grabbed the clock out of Mimi's hands and dumped it onto the pink carpet floor.
"Move it, Tachikawa! No more lateness! I'm sick and tired of Jyou calling this place complaining I should be a better roommate and waking you up for work when the only reason you're late is because you have staring contests with inanimate objects right after you wake up!"
Turning around without another word, she walked to the door huffing at how silly her friend can be in her state of half consciousness.
Just as she was about the leave the room, Sora heard Mimi call out to her.
"Yes?" Sora asked automatically as she turned around to face her friend.
"Thank you."
Sora raised an eyebrow in wonderment. "For what?"
"You made the clock blink! In all my years I could never do that!"
Sora stared at her friend incredulously. "Where did you get the idea that I could make a clock BLINK?"
"The scratch that was made on its face when you dropped it to the ground."
Not bothering to look at Mimi's enlightened face, Sora left the room shaking her head wondering how they became the best of friends.
Twenty minutes later...
Sora was sitting at the small kitchen table, eating her breakfast in silence while reading the day's newspaper, thus relieving her of what she usually has to go through in the morning with Mimi and her half asleep self.
The silence was broken when Sora felt the loud thumping of Mimi's feet rushing down the hallway only to feel her even louder pounding feet on the few steps leading up the elevated kitchen.
A few seconds later, Sora felt herself jump a centimeter off the red square pillow she sat on as Mimi suddenly slammed herself onto her pink pillow with her pink and white satchel and black briefcase in tow.
"Ohayou, Sora-chan!" Mimi greeted with a cute smile as she let go of her bag and rolled up the sleeves of her new white fitted shirt and got herself comfortable sitting in her black knee length skirt.
Sora took a look at Mimi before confirming that her best friend had came down from her high that she usually goes through when she's half awake in the morning. Sporting a genuine smile, she greeted Mimi back a good morning.
Mimi pushed back a strand of her brown tresses before gazing down at her breakfast with its companion, the cup of orange juice.
"Bacons and eggs!" Mimi squealed giddily before uttering a quick 'Itadakimasu'.
Sora happily watched Mimi dig into her breakfast, averting her gaze from the newspaper. She always thought her cooking and her other skills in the kitchen were not fantastic, but it seems Mimi just loves whatever is made from her friend and takes great joy in devouring it like an owl taking prey on a mouse at night.
"Done!"
There was also the fascination Sora had for Mimi's speed of eating. Only after a few minutes of chewing and swallowing, Mimi can always finish a simple meal in an unbelievable amount of time. Hopefully, the fast eater would not get any stomach problems from her way of eating.
Mimi glanced at Sora before reaching for her love in the house, her morning cup of cold and tasty orange juice.
"So, Sora, don't you have work today?"
Sora averted her gaze from Mimi's empty plate to Mimi's curious face. "Oh, yeah, we're just going to finish the preparation for the fashion show in a week. I don't need to get there so early today."
Mimi nodded, taking a sip of her orange juice, before turning her gaze to the round orange-rimmed clock that hung on the wall behind Sora. Her eyes widened as she spat out some of her juice before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She quickly got up, picking up her bag and briefcase before running to the door.
Sora stared at Mimi oddly as she wiped a drop of orange juice from her now blemished face. "What's the hurry?"
"I have to get to work early," Mimi informed as she put on her black flats. "We have a new guy and you know how Jyou is with new guys. EVERYONE must be there to welcome this new kid. I don't get why I have to see this new guy considering the fact that all I'm going to do is be with him for five seconds before I go to my sanctuary of an office! Well, I hope he's hot at least. Anyway, bye, Sora! I'll be home for dinner!"
"Bye, Mimi!" Sora turned her attention back to her newspaper, hoping Mimi won't run anyone over as she drives to work.
Mimi quickly left the apartment leaving Sora to an apartment filled with silence once again.
Twenty five minutes later...Tokyo Town Building Parking Lot Level
"Argh, stupid traffic," Mimi muttered irritatedly, as the elevator finally reached the parking garage level of the building she works at.
The elevator door opened with a 'ding' and Mimi quickly went in.
The door was about to close when...
"WAIT!!" screamed a male's voice that sounded like he was out of breath.
Mimi didn't care for who it was so she chose to be not nice enough to press the open button for this man.
The door finally closed only to open again to reveal a heavily breathing young, blond haired man. His sapphire eyes showing sign of exhaustion as his whole body was heaving from its very erratic breathing. His pale face held dripping sweat while his white dress shirt clung onto him with the sweat making his shirt and body one from its stickiness. The blue tie he was wearing seemed to be choking him while his beige khaki pants looked too tight on him.
If Mimi wasn't so aggravated that she's getting late to her floor and if the man was not in such a sticky situation, she probably could've seen the handsomeness of the man. But of course, the first thing Mimi did was looked disgustedly at the man that is making her even more late than she already was from the morning traffic jam. "Um, excuse me, sir, but please don't waste my time waiting for your breathing to finally kick in because I really have to get to work here." She tapped a finger repeatedly twice on her pink watch wrapped around her left wrist.
The man straightened himself up before glaring at Mimi intensely. He entered the lavish looking elevator, noting that his floor has already been pressed.
"Finally," said Mimi, as she pressed the close button, and the elevator door closed.
"You know, you have a bad attitude," the man said bluntly, his glare still piercing Mimi's unblemished face.
Mimi rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Well, you should care about other people's schedules considering they could be late, ever realized that?! They can be late and get yelled at by a soon to be old man!"
"Well then you should have left home early for work so you won't get any type of traffic jam and getting bothered to see me!" the man hissed.
"Well, then whatever you were doing, you should have hurried up and waited, instead of coming late and screaming for the door to be miraculously opened for you!" said Mimi, now getting furious.
"Well, you could have pressed the open button and it wouldn't have ruined your precious time, sweetie," the man informed haughtily.
"Sweetie?" asked Mimi, incredulously. "Who gave you the damn right to call me sweetie? I'm sorry, but right now I'm acting nothing like a sweetie! I'm doing the TOTAL opposite! You should stop while you still can. No one talks back to me, and I repeat, NO ONE."
"Who do you think you are, a princess?" asked the man repulsively. "Wow, so then where are your servants? Besides, Miss All High and Mighty, you shouldn't insult a man like me. I'm most likely your elder."
"Who cares?!" screamed Mimi in frustration, gesturing with her hands wildly. "I bet I'm older than you!"
"Try me and whoever wins should get 2000¥," said the man, smirking.
Realizing it's best for a woman not to reveal her age after the age of eighteen she decided to take a risk. "I'm twenty five, beat that!"
"Twenty six," said the man, smirking arrogantly as he crossed his arms over his chest proudly.
"I bet you're lying!" Mimi groused out as she heatedly glare at the mom she was sharing the elevator temporarily.
"Want proof?" asked the man, taking out an ID, while covering his name with his thumb.
The birth date was indeed a year higher than Mimi's.
"Grr," said Mimi, as she took out her pink wallet and gave the man two 1000 ¥ bills and handed it to the man tentatively.
The man gladly accepted it and smiled a big bright smile. "Didn't that feel wonderful, kid?"
"No, and you better stop smiling, your perfect white teeth is blinding me, as if the sun isn't enough already" Mimi complained, putting away her wallet. She took a look at the man before giving another intense glare at the man. "Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Moron."
"Slut."
"Since when am I a freakin' slut?!" screamed Mimi incredulously. "I'm not kissing up to you for a night of sex, am I? NOO! So don't ever call me that ever again!" She took another look at the man before snorting. "Besides why would a girl go for a man like you anyway."
Not wanting to stoop to this irritating woman's level, the man closed his eyes, counted to ten, before opening them only to once again glare heatedly at the woman. "FINE!!"
"FINE!!"
"FINE, BACK TO YOU!!"
"FINE, SAME TO YOU!!"
The two were now having a very intense glaring contest.
Mimi had had enough and wanted to get to her floor already, which was a really big number. She looked at the red digital number that tells what floor they're on. They were on the fifteenth floor, two more to the seventeenth where she worked at.
Feeling energized and angry at the same time, she didn't want to lose to the stranger so she thought up something.
She saw the man's keys and ID hanging from the top of his pants loosely as if it were to fall any time now. She smiled as her plan went into clear view into her mind.
She walked closer and closer to the man, holding her bags behind her back. "Hey, sir, I really want to apologize about before."
"Do I give?" asked the man snottily.
'Boy, he's a toughie,' thought Mimi, but continued her plan anyway. She leaned closer to the man and said, "Please, forgive me for my behavior." She held out her other hand that wasn't behind her back.
The man shrugged, but made a look that said he believed her, as he shook her hand.
All Mimi needed was that, and when she was close enough, she used her right leg and went behind the one of the man's leg and kicked it from behind, making him fall forward.
Mimi stepped aside and just at that moment, the man's keys and ID fell out, and Mimi quickly grabbed it, putting it into her satchel and zipping it up shut.
The elevator dinged, and opened the door.
Mimi was about to leave when she turned around and said a last remark with a knowing smirk. "Next time you see me, well, you've been warned if you ever make me angry when I'm late!"
She left the elevator, with the door closing on the scene of a man in pain.
The secretary at the front counter averted her gaze to Mimi from the computer screen in front of her. Her chestnut eyes flashed to her superior's face. "Ohayou, Mimi." She flashed a smile.
Mimi smiled back and greeted, "Ohayou, Maki."
Maki noticed the man in the elevator in pain before the door swiftly closed. "What's wrong with that man?"
"Oh, nothing, it's just like females getting cramps, except guys have it, too, leg cramps," Mimi made up, quickly walking past the counter leaving a confused Alisa, who was still curiously looking at the elevator.
"Should I get help?" Maki asked worriedly, eyes still on the closed elevator doors.
Mimi swiftly turned around and waved her index finger back and forth. "Maki, Maki, you don't want to ruin a man's pride, right? I mean those kind of men don't like it when they need a female to help them." She turned around again and then added as she only turned her head back at Maki. "Understand?"
"H-hai, Mimi," Maki answered, even more confused than before.
Mimi languidly walked into a large room of cubicles, almost immediately greeted by many of her hard working colleagues.
She continued her languid stroll to her cozy office entering and close the door behind her.
Mimi sauntered over to her desk and placed her briefcase and satchel on the floor next to the desk as she sat down and booted up her computer.
Wanting to get a cup of coffee, she went out to the hallway and walked down to the coffee room, where many of the young female workers were gossiping about a new hot guy or something that Mimi wasn't interested in.
One of them, a long, purpled haired young woman, with glasses covering her excited brown eyes, ran up to Mimi. She was dressed similarly to Mimi except she donned a lavender blouse and a cerulean knee length skirt
"Mimi, did you see the new guy?" Miyako asked excitedly, giggling between her eyes.
"No, why?" Mimi asked nonchalantly, certainly not interested at the moment since all she want was her precious sleep right now. She grabbed her pink mug from the cabinet.
"Well, when he came, he looked so hot!!" Miyako shrilly screamed, gesturing wildly with her hands. "And you two would look like a perfect match!"
Mimi looked disbelievingly at her friend as she prepared her cup of coffee without looking at it. "No way! Besides as I've told Sora repeatedly these days, I seriously have no time for dating! There's always so much work to do that I just want to go straight home after work instead of going on a fabulous date."
"Well, we have DO have a lot of work, but most of us still have love lives to take care of you know," Miyako said knowingly.
"This new guy isn't here right now is he?" Mimi asked automatically as she finished preparing her morning cup of coffee.
"Don't just call him the new guy!" Miyako screamed as if it was one of the greatest sins a person can ever commit.
Mimi looked incredulously at Miyako once again. "Didn't you call him that before?"
Miyako, realizing she did, brushed that off immediately by waving a hand. "Whatever, his name is Ishida Yamato!"
"How did you know?" Mimi asked, not taking an interest at all in the name. "Jyou normally doesn't introduce new people until everyone shows up."
"Duh, I asked him when he came up," Miyako supplied, haughtily rolling her eyes at her friend. "Mimi, you are so dense!"
Mimi rolled her eyes back in slight annoyance on how worked up her friend can be about hot guys despite the fact that Mimi believes they're just plain stupid womanizers.
"So what position is this Ishida guy going to work at?" asked Mimi, now taking a slight interest as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Not sure, but I heard he's probably going to have a desk like you," Miyako supplied. "Maybe Kari knows. Kari!"
A young woman with short, straight brown hair turned her attention from the small group of co-workers she was conversing with to Miyako and Mimi. Her features make her look even younger than she really is, making her still pass for a high school student. Her cheerful brown eyes suddenly turned cautious as she straightened her blue suit and her matching blue suit skirt while sauntering over to the two from across the small room.
Mimi smiled brightly as she greeted the newcomer, "Ohayou, Kari."
"Ohayou, Mimi," Kari greeted back with a beautiful smile of her own before it dropped as she turned her attention to the other woman. "What is it, Miyako? I can't always be your hot guy supplier you know."
"I was wondering if you knew which position Yamato-kun is going to be going for," Miyako asked, ignoring Kari's last sentence.
Kari and Mimi each raised an eyebrow respectively.
"You don't even know the guy and you're already calling him Yamato-kun?" Kari asked incredulously at how naïve her friend can be about any type of men who are attractive.
"Who cares, tell me!" Miyako slightly screamed in frustration.
"Boy, 'Yamato-kun' must have had a big effect on Miyako," muttered Mimi, taking another slow sip of her coffee.
"Her face says it all," Kari mumbled back, as they stared at Miyako's anime star-eyed face.
Her face soon turned into an impatient and angry one. "Well??!!"
"Sorry, but I don't know," Kari answered, apathetically, raking her fingers gently through her short hair.
"NOOO!!" Miyako screamed out to the ceiling as she dramatically dropped to her knees holding out her hands with curled fingers, effectively scaring everyone in the coffee room. "WHY?!"
Miyako continued ranting on the pointless topic even when a head popped into the doorway.
He had short, spiky red hair, and his big brown eyes moved around the room as if counting the number of people in there before speaking in a low voice. "Hey, Jyou wants the meeting now."
Everyone turned his or her attention away from the ever-dramatic Miyako as they stared dumbly at Koushiro, the man who interrupted. Suddenly they realized his words before filing out of the room leaving a hysterical Miyako behind, until she, too, realized her presence was needed outside the room.
They went to the main huge room where most of the workers' desks are, and there stood small group of workers surrounding a tall blue haired man who seemed to be in his early thirties. He pushed his black thick-rimmed glasses up his nose as his cerulean eyes looked downwards for him to straighten his blue and green striped tie, contrasting against his white dress shirt and black suit with matching black slacks.
The man clapped his hands twice, catching everyone's attention. "Okay, everyone, Yamato still hasn't come back up from getting his briefcase yet, so I might as well have the small chat first. Kari, you'll be…" began Jyou, before he was interrupted with someone charging into the room.
Miyako jumped up and down excitedly, making her little dramatic episode forgotten. "It's Yamato-kun!"
Mimi turned in the direction Miyako was happily looking at and her mouth dropped open automatically. "It's the man from the elevator!"
Miyako stared in confusion at her friend. "Mimi, did you say something?"
Mimi closed her mouth as if nothing had happened and then spoke calmly. "Nothing, um, I have to go and check on my computer, I mean it has been having big problems lately! Must get it fixed! Yes, that!" She ran off into the hallway without another word.
"But I just checked it yesterday, it was...fine," Kari supplied, only to realize her friend was already in her cozy office, staying away from the rest of the group.
Matt quickly limped quickly towards the group, holding his briefcase tightly.
"Hey," he greeted with a fabulous and gorgeous smile that made the females melt on the spot in soft giggles, unlike Miyako who has already melted from the handsome man's presence. "Please call me Matt.
Jyou turned his attention to the newcomer behind him. "Hey, yes, you're back, so everyone, this is Ishida Yamato, the second person of the same position as Mimi on our money making team. He is also an Ultimate on our Digimon scale. So let me tell you your position first, Yamato. You'll be working with Mimi on the new project so you guys will have to meet up often. Mimi, raise your hand."
No hands were raised.
"Mimi?"
Silence.
"Mimi, where is that woman?!" Jyou asked and screamed in frustration.
"Uh, she said she had to fix her computer," Kari pointing out, wondering if that would be the best answer to calm her boss.
"At this time?!" Jyou asked, annoyed at his best employee's rude behavior. "I never allowed such a rule to do that when we are having a new member in our team!! She's breaking tradition! This is the new guy damn it!"
"Calm down," Koushiro rectified, who was usually nicknamed Izzy among his peers. "He's a human being, not an award!"
"Hmm, wouldn't it be great if he was though?" Jyou asked, rubbing his chin as he imagined a trophy Yamato in his shiny gold glory.
"What kind of reality are you living in?" a short man with short, sleek brown hair asked.
"Must be a REALLY bad one, Iori," Miyako murmured low enough for Jyou to not hear her snide comment.
"Anyway let me show you who is Mimi," Jyou said to Matt, temporarily forgetting his sudden anger at Mimi's rude behavior. He beckoned the newcomer to follow him. "Everyone else, get back to work and if you don't have work to do, well, find something that requires you help me I mean us make money!"
Everyone got back to work without another word as Jyou led Matt, who was still limping, down the hall to Mimi's office, which had a pink nameplate on her wooden door.
Jyou knocked on the door softly and heard Mimi say, "Come in."
Jyou immediately opened the door and led Matt in.
Matt looked at the woman sitting comfortably at her chair, typing rapidly on her keyboard with her attention focused on the computer screen in front of her. His eyes narrowed in a sudden flare of anger as he dropped his briefcase before screaming out, "YOU!!"
Mimi looked up from the computer to the two men listlessly. "Me?"
"You two know each other?" Jyou asked, his lecture that he had prepared on Mimi's misbehavior disappearing with a poof in his mind. He looked back and forth between the two, feeling tension building up on Matt's side.
"Ah, yes, the elevator maniac," Mimi greeted coolly, turning her attention back to her computer screen, ignoring the confused boss and the angry man standing next to him.
"I'M NOT A MANIAC, YOU BIT-," began Matt, but Jyou cut in.
"I would not allow such language around me!" Jyou reprimanded sharply, looking seriously at his new employee.
"I'M NOT A MANIAC, YOU FEMALE DOG," Matt corrected regrettably.
"That's much better," Jyou complimented as he stood there quietly once again to let Matt let go of his anger.
"You must be mistaken, Ishida-san, yes, I am a female, but I'm no dog," Mimi smirked, still ignoring the two while she once again typed on her keyboard, interest still held on her computer screen.
"Look," Jyou cut in sharply, finally remembering the reason he was here. "I do not know why you're calling her a female dog and I do not know why you are calling him an elevator maniac, but first things first. Mimi, this is Ishida Yamato, and Yamato, this is Tachikawa Mimi, your counterpart in our company."
Mimi finally looked away from her computer and stood up. She walked around her desk to the two men and held out her hand while smirking slightly. "Pleasure to meet you, Ishida-san. I hope we will make a great team."
"I don't want to shake hands with a bi-," Matt began hotly, but remembered Jyou was still standing next to him with a reprimanding look on his face. So he thought better of it and he kept his mouth shut as he shook Mimi's hand, gripping it tightly.
Mimi winced slightly at the pain before she smirked and dug one of her long nails into Matt's hand.
"OW!" Matt quickly let go of his hand, rubbing the part where Mimi had hurt him.
Jyou was beginning to wonder if he had made the right choice in hiring this young man since he seems to be having mental problems already on his first day. Nonetheless, he threw away that thought to tell them what they'll be doing. "So, anyway, you two will be working together on our new money project. Miyako should have the information for you two later. Yamato, you can go and relax in your new office until then and Mimi, stop playing that game and read over the files I gave you before!"
"NANI?!" Matt screamed, pointing rudely at Mimi. "Working with that bi-, female dog?!"
Mimi on the other hand, scowled at Jyou as she wondered how on earth Jyou knew that she was playing a game the whole time before she got up.
Jyou's face turned extremely serious. "You either work with her or get fired at this moment."
Mimi smirked as Matt sighed, nodding his head dejectedly.
"Excellent," Jyou said as he beckoned Matt to follow him out of the room. "Come along, I'll show you your new office, and you better start focusing on your work, too, Mimi, before I think about firing you."
Just as Jyou closed the door, Mimi quickly made a disgusted expression as she imitated Jyou on his last words to her. "You better start focusing on your work, too, Mimi, before I think about firing you! Jeez, who does he think he is? I do more work than he does! That lazy old man!"
Mimi sighed as she went back to her desk to continue her game of mice catching falling sugar cups.
Outside Mimi's office, Matt and Jyou stood in the hallway, not moving at all save Jyou reaching into his pant pockets.
"Uh, Jyou, why are we standing here still?" Matt asked, confused, forgetting that he had argued with Mimi just moments before. "Aren't you supposed to show me my room?"
Jyou, who Matt had just began to think he was having body problems since Jyou kept on trying to reach deeper into his pant pockets, looked up abruptly. "Yeah, this is your room." He inclined his head at the door across from Mimi's.
"NANI?!" Matt screamed for the second time in shock.
Mimi, who finally decided to go out to check if Miyako has the files ready, got out of her room only to see a very pale Matt and a very red Jyou who seemed to still be searching for something in his pockets.
"Is there a problem?" the woman asked, staring curiously at Jyou's strange frantic movements in search of something that dwelled in his pockets.
"My office is going to be across from you!" Matt answered.
Mimi's eyes widened. Okay, she may have agreed to work with the ugly man, but now be next door neighbors?! "Uh, Jyou, have you made a mistake? I mean, he can't possibly be suited for this office, right? There are loads of other offices down the hall!"
"Sorry, the other offices are being renovated so don't blame me," Jyou said, shrugging, finally finding the key for Matt's room in his pocket.
"Of course I should blame you, you're putting money into the renovation!" Mimi snapped, putting her arms into the air in frustration. "And I bet those offices are going to be combined into one big one so you can have some kind of pool in there!"
Jyou made a shocked face as if to say 'How-did-you-know?' He quickly opened Matt's door to avoid the topic, and gave said man his new key.
"Forget it, Jyou, I'll work with the guy, but if he comes into my room without my permission or knocking, I'm going to murder him with my table lamp." She stomped off down the hallway in search of Miyako.
After a few minutes of Jyou's office rule lecture, he left Matt to allow him to get cozy with his new office.
Yamato sat down on the black master chair and booted up the computer. He leaned back and looked around his room noting how plain it is save for his desk, his lovely chair, two large, empty bookcases and the newly bought computer.
Before he could decide on how he should decorate his office, saw Mimi pass by searching through the contents of a manila folder currently tucked comfortably in her arms, fingers skimming past paper after paper.
Yamato smiled at how adorable Mimi looked all caught up in her work. He hate to admit it, but when she's not angry, she does look very beautiful with her long, chocolate tresses framing her glowing pale heart shaped face, eyes focused on the folder's contents, and succulent, pink lips pouting cutely once in a while when she finds something she disapproves of.
Mimi, feeling watched, halted and looked up at Matt's window. Seeing that it was the jerk from before, Mimi glared intensely at Matt before retreating to her room, slamming the door hard. She went over to her window and saw the man waving to her happily. Looking disgustedly at the waver, Mimi quickly closed her pink blinds, never having to look at the man again for a while.
Okay, so maybe she didn't really look all that adorable.
Sakura Road 9:05 AM
Sora glanced at her red watch. So far she was on time as she turned the car left, and speeded onto the highway.
As she got off the highway, she reached over the passenger seat of her car for her red cell phone. As her fingers softly brushed past her phone, she accidentally pushed it off the seat. She groaned at what she had just done. Seeing no car in front or in back of her, she quickly bent down to get her fallen phone.
As she grabbed it and was about to look back up to the road again, she heard a male voice scream out, "WATCH OUT!"
Sora immediately looked up to see a red convertible passing in front of her and she immediately turned the wheel to go left, but still bumped into the car.
She got out of her own red car, and saw only a small scratch. The last thing she needed was a lecture from Mimi with her saying over and over again how precious a car can be and that if they were human, they would certainly have feelings too.
She almost forgot about the other car when she heard the male's voice again, "GAH! This can't be happening! Who did this to my beautiful baby?!"
Sora turned to the voice and saw a man taller than her with wild brown hair flying everywhere and his dark brown eyes burning with anger.
The man loosened his blue and black striped tie angrily, and walked over to Sora. "What is your problem?"
"What is my problem?" Sora asked, incredulously. "Look at you, or perhaps your car!" She walked over to the man's car and pointed at the headlights. "It's only a scratch, a teeny tiny one that the average eye cannot see if not at this close and you're worrying? You've got to be kidding me!"
"Kidding you, do you know how much this car costs?" the man asked, irritated that this woman cannot see how beautiful this convertible was before she caused the inevitable scratch.
"No, but don't tell me, your whole life savings?" Sora asked sarcastically, crossing her arms across her chest.
"No, it does not cost my whole life savings, but it's a very new car so you better pay the damage!" the man screamed, pointing at the woman.
"It's not a new type, I saw this type come out two years ago," Sora exclaimed rather loudly, pointing at the man's car.
Sora could feel the man's anger building up since finally he had found a match to go against on the topic of cars.
Sora looked around and saw a whole crowd watching them while whispering diligently to each other, pointing, jeering, and giggling at the arguing opponents.
There were a couple of gasps as some acknowledge who Sora was.
"Hey, hey, that's Takenouchi Sora! One of the best fashion designers in the magazines!"
"Yeah! Sugoi, she looks so pretty up close!"
She also heard people talking about the man, too, but Sora didn't even bother to pay attention. "Look, mister, I have to go to work and you can go cry over your car for all you want and by the way you can also win the chance to pay your own damage!"
She quickly went back inside her car and drove off, leaving the man screaming at the top of his lungs angrily, "Hey, get back here, I'm not done with you yet, and I don't care if you're a top ranked designer! You better get your behind back here and pay the damages before I hunt you down!"
Blossom Fashion Studios- 9:24 AM
"Sora, can you help me? The zipper won't go up past half the way," Rinzei complained, frustrated that the zipper will not go up any higher. She, as Sora would proclaim, was the snottiest slut like model on the whole Sora team. The model had long, shimmering dark brown hair with violet eyes that made her stand out a lot in a crowd of people. The blue and green floral patterned summer dress that hugged her tall, petite form did little to hide her model body.
Sora put her clipboard down on a nearby stool and quickly sauntered over to the annoying brat of a model. She sometimes wonder why the girl cannot just choose to wear something that is more of her size, not a piece of clothing that is two sizes too small for her. Of course, she can always dismiss her from her team, but since Sora is a well-known designer, the brat's dad will get himself involved, threatening to sue the designer for very silly reasons.
Sora looked over and around Rinzei and analyzed how tight the dress was on her model. She suddenly realized this was not her dress. "Um, Rinzei, are you sure you got that out of the right rack?"
"Yeah, Areina told me to get it from the silver rack," Rinzei answered haughtily as if it was quite obvious.
Sora looked puzzled as she once again gave the dress another look over. 'But all of the designs from the silver rack are my designs. I don't remember having this gown on it.' She decided to investigate this mystery. "I'll be right back."
Rinzei blew a strand of her hair away from her face in annoyance that someone dared to leave her without an excuse.
Sora walked over to the silver rack and saw that none of them were her designs. She looked around the room and spotted someone she wanted to see. "Areina, come here!"
A long, black haired woman with blue highlights turned around to see who had called her. Pushing up her silver-rimmed glasses up her small nose, she quickly sauntered over to Sora carrying a clipboard in one hand and a large white box in the other. "Ohayou, Sora, what may I help you with?"
"Ohayou and um, why all these designs are not mine?" Sora asked, pointing confusingly at the silver rack.
Areina looked at the rack before dropping the large box onto a nearby table piled with dresses before looking through the papers on the clipboard and she finally remembered. "Oh, um, Jun told us this morning that we'll be looking over these dresses on the rack first for Seto-san's fashion show later in the evening." She pushed up her glasses on her nose once again.
Sora nodded understandingly, and asked, "And the reason for the fashion show is?"
"Well, since you know about Jun's job problem she's being demoted, and she thought why not to cheer herself up by welcoming the new boss of this studio with a fashion show."
"I see, so that means she's no longer going to be in charge of this studio, as in paying for everything?" Sora asked surprised, but pressing on wanting to know more.
"Yup, but she'll be an assistant though, she demoted Yuki back to helping the models around here after she found out she's being demoted."
Sora sighed at the news. "Well, Jun should have paid her bills and work out her debts."
Before the two could continue chatting, the topic of their conversation barged into the room, slammed the door open, only to reveal her and her fiery glory.
The woman of topic was fairly young like the rest of the women working in the studio. She was quite short, but her fiery personality definitely made up for it, especially her long, wild, hot red hair with her unusual reddish eyes holding a glint of mischievousness that Sora and Areina knew only too well. The nostrils of her sharp nose flared at the sight of the messy room before she straightened her red halter-top and her pink pleated floral printed skirt.
She wrinkled her nose in slight disgust when her eyes landed on Sora and Areina.
Sora only rolled her eyes at Jun's immatureness while Areina stared in confusion while pushing back up her glasses once again.
"Ohayou, Jun," Sora greeted coolly while Areina bowed in greeting.
Sora looked at Areina's gesture in slight annoyance. Someday she's going to have to teach her assistant not to show that much respect to the arrogant woman.
Jun wrinkled her nose once again as she realized her job status does not hold power over everyone in the room anymore. "Ohayou," she bit out, not even looking at anyone as she turned around and beckoned someone to enter. She turned back around and clapped her hands loudly.
"Okay, everyone, today, UNFORTUNATELY, we have to introduce you to the new owner of this studio, Mr. Yagami Taichi."
Some of the models and assistants squealed, screamed, giggled, or cried in pure happiness as the said man stepped into the room.
"The Yagami Taichi?!"
"That hot millionaire guy?"
"He was on this year's top one hundred bachelors list!"
They all screamed again, smiling and doing everything else that only a fan girl can do best as Areina and Sora covered their ears in annoyance and to suppress the loud ruckus the models and assistants were making.
There was a shadow behind Jun in the dark hallway. Hesitatingly, Jun moved aside in annoyance to present a man with wild, brown hair with his cheerful brown eyes looking on the opposite side of the room of where Sora was.
Tai shoved his hands into his pockets. "Good to see you all, I hope we'll be good working buddies, and keep up your good work!" He winked and all the models' hearts melted, but Sora and Areina weren't paying attention since they diligently began to check on all the designs on the silver rack to see if they were on the clipboard's list.
Jun cleared her throat imperatively. "Introduce yourselves, please."
All the models eagerly introduced themselves one by one, and then Jun cleared her throat again in a commanding way when she saw the two at the silver rack were paying no attention whatsoever to the new man with power.
The two still didn't look up as they continued to scribble down notes on their respective clipboards and search through the many colorful dresses hanging on the rack.
Jun cleared her voice commandingly once again only to let out a frustrated sound signaling to Tai how pissed she was.
No answer for her.
"Let me try," Tai offered enthusiastically, thinking his wonderful voice might help. "Excuse me, you two at the silver rack. Yoo hoo!"
Sora and Areina looked up from their work. Sora scowled in disgust when she saw whom it was while Areina blushed and averted her gaze back to the rack.
"Say your names," Jun ordered, pleased that she can at least still make some orders.
"Areina."
"Sora."
"Hey, you were the one that crashed into my car!" Tai screamed, realizing whom the second woman was.
Sora looked at the big thing next to Jun. "Hey, there wasn't any great damage done to your car so stop complaining! Besides I did nothing compared to what can be done in a REAL car accident!"
"Yes, you did!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Uh huh."
"No!"
"Yes, you did, stop lying!"
"I told you, that little scratch is something no one can see that far away!"
The models, Jun, and Areina stared back and forth between the two, confused as to what was going on.
Jun felt herself getting a huge headache and with no hesitation, she screamed, "SILENCE!"
The two abruptly stopped, mouths still wide open ready to throw their respective insults at each other.
"Whatever you two are fighting about, crashing cars or whatever, take that anger coming from the both of you after work time is over, I'm sick of this!" Jun screamed imperatively.
"Hey, I'm the boss now so shut up!" Tai screamed in his own commanding tone.
Jun looked at the man, astonished that someone had dared to talk back to her. "Excuse me? Were you talking to me?"
"Yes, you, and don't act so nice to me, just because I know what you did to Daisuke once!"
Remembering that she could lose her job and her secret can be blabbed out, she stuck chin up and angrily walked out of the room without another word.
"You won't live up to your job," Tai said irately, pointing at Sora, and then he, too, walked out of the room except in a different direction from Jun.
The models stared at the back of Tai and when he was all gone, they ran up to Sora asking questions that gave Sora herself a huge headache.
Sora's and Mimi's House 8:45 PM
Mimi looked up from the magazine she was indulging the words of when she heard the door open. From her reclining position on the beige living room couch, she can see Sora entering the door, and then locking it in a tired manner.
Sora went into the living room, dropped her bag on the beige armchair and lay down on their second matching couch.
"I got your drink out," Mimi announced, pointing to the teddy bear mug next to a pink one on the glass coffee table. "Never seen you this frustrated for a long time." She walked over to the couch Sora was on and asked, "Is it that Rinzei again? That girl needs to get her attitude fixed fast and badly."
"No, new boss," Sora replied exhaustedly, reaching for her mug from the couch.
"New boss?" Mimi asked curiously, as she reached for her pink mug. "Never heard you mentioning you'll have a new one. Is Jun retiring at this early age or is she in debt again because she went shopping too much for a normal girl to?"
Sora sighed tiredly and told Mimi everything.
Mimi smirked knowingly. "Sounds like we both have men troubles today."
Sora looked at Mimi inquisitively from her comfortable position on her couch. "What do you mean?"
Mimi told her story and Sora nodded, understanding every piece of trouble the poor girl mentioned.
Suddenly, Sora held up her mug enthusiastically. "To hell for Mr. Yagami Taichi?" she asked to Mimi, smiling.
Mimi smiled back. "To hell for Mr. Ishida Yamato!"
They both clanked their mugs and drank, hoping their troubles with the two troublesome men will disappear soon enough.
Tai's and Yamato's Apartment 8:46 PM
Matt heard the front door slammed shut as he watched his favorite show on T.V, slouching on their black sofa wearing nothing but his red heart boxers.
Tai tiredly walked over to where Matt was laying, grabbed some of the comforting popcorn from the blue bowl and messily stuffed it in his big mouth. He dropped his black briefcase on the blue carpet floor and lay back on his master armchair. He grabbed a nearby blue cushion and screamed into it as he stuffed his face as deep as he can into it.
Sora's and Mimi's Apartment...
"Did you hear that?" Mimi asked, a bit freaked out as she looked up from her magazine.
"No," Sora answered back, as she counted the many ways she can kill a Yagami Tai.
Mimi shrugged as she turned her attention back to her magazine and flipped a page.
Back to the Boys' apartment...
"Can you do that when I'm not around?" Matt asked impatiently as the commercial break came on. "This always happen when you get a new job! So how bad is it this time anyway?"
Before Tai could say anything, Matt got up and went to the kitchen.
He came back into the cozy sized living room with an orange mug of orange juice and a blue mug of lemonade. Matt gently placed them on the wooden coffee table. "Spit it all out, Tai."
Matt sat back down and shifted until he found his comfortable spot again before raising the T.V. volume high enough so he doesn't need to understand Tai's angry and gibberish babbling. (LOL, some friend he is.)
Tai suddenly bolted up and walked over to his stage, which would be next to the 23" TV. Angrily and dramatically, Tai started pouring out his heart's discontentment, arms gesturing wildly in the air, eyes rolling and widening at every 'important' detail, face scrunched up in ugly expressions and his mouth never closing, always wide enough to put an orange inside.
Matt averted his gaze from the TV to Tai only to snicker softly to himself as he had the TV woman's voice over Tai's mouth, imagining it was Tai saying every word that the lady was saying on the screen, and with a blue dress on.
"She got the blue dress before me!"
"It's utterly ridiculous that she got it before me!"
"I always wanted the blue dress!"
"Why did you get it for her but not for me! I'm telling you, I look very beautifully in that blue dress, showing off my voluptuous curves, my larger than average breasts, and long, toned legs!"
"You cheater! I knew you were having an affair with her! But you could have at least bought me the blue dress!"
"You fat ass of a husband, are you listening to me?"
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"
"HEY, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"
Matt snapped out of her reverie when he realized a very angry and puffy faced Tai was mere millimeters away from his own face with his body almost pressing down on the half naked man.
Realizing what a compromising position they were in, Matt quickly answered just so Tai could get off of his chest, literally.
"No?" Matt answered anxiously, lips curling into a small innocent smile.
Tai huffed and went over to the couch he was on before. He grabbed the blue cushion again and started to cry, or sound like he was crying.
Matt, feeling bad for once, turned off the TV with the remote control before sitting up straight and looked at Tai. "Hey, sorry man, come on, tell me the whole deal.
"Some stupid lady crashed into my beautiful car and damaged it badly!" Tai screamed out, removing the cushion from his person by throwing it in a random direction, almost knocking down the blue fashion lamp next to Matt.
Matt shook his head as Tai continued his story until finally at last he said, "Even though she's an evil, top ranked, car wrecking criminal, I still must say, her designs are pretty neat! They're very fluffy, and pretty, and colorful and…"
Matt sweat dropped as he cut in to end Tai's endless ranting. "Show me this dent of your car."
"More than happy to, at least you understand me, by the way, where are the others?" Tai asked realizing they were three men down as he grabbed his orange mug for a sip. "Ah, the taste of orange juice! Tropicana paradise!"
"Daisuke went to the soccer game, TK went to the bar and relax from his work stress or something, and Izzy had to work overtime since he spent most of today helping me adjust to my office," Matt informed as he grabbed his blue mug.
"Oh, I see, so tell me about your first day at that job," Tai said, interested in hearing his best friend's day.
Matt told him everything as they headed for Tai's car in front of the large apartment complex.
When he was done, Tai's eyes shined with mischievousness. "You two are simply made for each other."
Matt whacked Tai on the head hard with a fist. "No, we're not!"
Tai rubbed his head with a pout. "Whatever." He went to the front of his baby convertible and pointed at the left headlight. "Look at this!"
Matt went over and looked. He rolled his eyes in exasperation at Tai's childishness. "It's hardly visible. Man you got some issues about cars. I don't see why a millionaire like you can't buy your own new car to drive or a mansion to live in."
"Hey!" Tai yelled out. With a determined look, he raised his mug up into the air. "All I know is to hell for Takenouchi Sora!"
Matt smiled brightly. "Same here for me, too, to hell for Tachikawa Mimi!"
They clanked their mugs together and drank.
Little did they know, they live right next door to their neighbors...
TBC...
I hope you all liked the revision. Yes, like I said, the first chapter will be a drag and be a bit boring, but I hope the other revisions for the next two chapters and the new chapters to follow will be better? Thank you for reading. Until next time!
REVISED: July 12, 2007