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I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, even though it's just an intro. I hope you enjoy it!
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To put it short, Mimi Tachigawa was not satisfied with her care. The digimon who had been in charge of her had yet again asked to switch their human.
It wasn't as if she was some kind of property! Humans and digimon had gotten along fine when she was here before! But alas, the bonds of partnership did not mean as much as they did anymore. See, digimon had gone off thinking they were hot and stuff and the stronger/superior one of the two. Now they think they can own humans? They think they can own her?
Mimi Tachigawa was NOT property, and she would NOT stay silent. She didn't have many talents, she admitted, but she would never fall second in the area of tantrum throwing.
"Shut up, Shut up!" The Mercurymon was carrying her the way one might hold a wet sock.
She screamed once more, the squeal of the pitch reaching a newfound high. She gave herself a pat on the back for new personal best.
Mercurymon screeched, shaking her wildly.
"I can't take it anymore!" He screeched at the poor secretary
"Sir, if you could remain calm during the process... humans are very fragi-" The Floramon at the front desk sighed.
"No!" Mimi's beleaguered 'partner' screeched. He continued, but Mimi found herself bored from the argument.
She still found herself scoffing at the Floramon's choice of words. 'Fragile' indeed. She had yet to meet a human to fit the stereotype of fragile and submissive to their partner.
Meek obedience indeed!
She found that her arm had fallen asleep, and decided to wiggle herself out of her current digimon's grasp. With ease she landed on the tile floor of the lobby, the nice sound of her old cowgirl boots clacking against the floor was overwhelmed by the one sided altercation. Mimi puffed with agitation. Sure, she was glad to be free of Mercurymon's hold, but if they were going to act like humans were glorified chihuahuas they might as well take responsibility!
She wandered off into the beige halls, leaving the screams of her former caretaker behind. It had somehow gotten even more boring since last time she was here. Granted, she wasn't here often- staying for 2-3 days at the least and a week at the most.
Mostly the process would involve a digimon thinking she was cute and deciding to take her home. Then they got to know her personally. She didn't stay with them for much longer after that.
Mercurymon had lasted an astonishing 24 days! Almost at her record.
Though she must say she can't blame them, she is the most adorable at the primary center.
After wandering the beige colored halls the wall colors changed to a light blue. The windows disappeared and a few small doors showed along the side of halls. At the end of the hallway was a large entryway with no doors.
Mimi strutted in as if she owned the place. She totally could own a place like this, she convinced herself. Of course, if humans were allowed to own property in the digital world.
Thinking of that started a whole new daydream. If she owned the blue and beige halls of this horrid building, not only would she paint it pink, but she'd set all the humans free!
A burst of energy at the positive thought, she flew through the large entryway. The few humans around the room looked up with positive expressions.
"Mimi!" A little girl named Suzie yipped happily, jumping into Mimi's arms.
"Wah!" Escaped Mimi's mouth inelegantly as she tries to avoid slipping on the clean tile floor.
"Mimi, good to see you're alive... I mean it's been nearly twenty-" Another one of Mimi's friends, Joe- the nervous one showed his face.
"Aww... I missed you guys too!" She said loudly. "All these digimon are beginning to do their toll on me! Just yesterday I hurt my finger and my digimon didn't even care!" Mimi huffed, agitation prominent on her face.
Palmon would have never treated her like this.
Palmon.
"Woaaaah! Mimi's back!" Yelled a kid named Asuka, who insisted everyone called him Astra.
Suzie released her grip on Mimi's waist.
"Mimi, did you see my big brother?" She asked, her eyes hopeful.
Mimi shook her head. She hadn't ever met Henry, Suzie's older brother, but she didn't need to know him to realize the two cared for each other very much. It killed her to tell Suzie no every single time she returned.
"I'm sorry," Mimi turned her head, not wanting to look the little girl in the eye.
"It's okay," her little voice was laced with sadness, but she wasn't crying.
"Hey Mimi!" Asuka once again did not sense the mood. "I'll tell everyone else you're back! After all I should be in charge-"
"In charge of the news because you were a famous YouTuber back in your dimension," Joe finished for Asuka with a deep sigh. "I need to go lay down." He rubbed his head.
"It's only 4, you party popper!" Mimi stuck her tongue out, glad for the change of pace. "Anyway, off I go! I gotta check my room to see if someone raided it again," she joked.
"I was serious about lying down, I think I'm allergic to something here. It's making me sneeze," Joe whined.
"Whatever Joe!" Mimi ran off laughing. She hated this place, but it felt good to feel the familiar thump of her feet on the ground and the laughter of another human echoing through the dull hallways.
She skidded to a halt when she reached her room. The humans rooms were always on the right, whereas rooms to the left were bathrooms, storerooms, etc. Basically just necessities. The only room you would really find multiple humans in was Mimi and Astra's room, the cafeteria or the shared common/living room, the one Mimi had just come from.
She paused to admire her door. It was covered in stickers and messy pink paint. Rainbow glitter had fallen off the door and more or less piled on the floor in front of her. She smiled remembering how much trouble she had been in for personalizing her door.
She opened the door the door and she was instantly hit by the aroma of the sweet smelling lavender perfume she had left behind. The perfume had been a gift from one of her nicer partners, and she'd either stolen or manipulated her way into getting the rest of her trinkets.
Her room was bright pink with a tiny window no one could fit through or reach in the left corner. All humans rooms came with a desk, a bed, and a closet. Her room had been painted bright pink from red and white paint she'd... "borrowed" from the storeroom. They'd added locks to the storerooms soon after.
She practically leapt into her bed, savoring the softness and welcome smell of her pillow. She let out a breath, glad to be away from Mercurymon. She hated to prove the Floramon's point, but humans were definitely more delicate than digimon. Just being with a strange digimon who'd started to be hostile with her had messed her up. No, he hadn't physically hit her, that was against the law to the highest caliber. But still, being with that digimon made her tense and anxious. It was the same for the other humans she'd met.
All humans in the primary center were here because they're difficult. Unable to be given to digimon due to their nature.
'Honestly, digimon are stupid,' Mimi thinks. 'I mean, I get me... but Ken? Angie? Joe? Why are all the other kids disagreeable?'
Idiots.
If THEIR old digimon were here...
Don't think about Palmon.
"Mimi?" Angie's welcome voice is muffled through the door. "Sorry to bother you, but it's dinner time." She says.
"Good!" Mimi practically flew out of bed, and opened the door, nearly crushing Angie. "I'm starving! I really should file a comp-"
"Hey!" Angie whines. "You could of crushed me! Watch it!" She rubs the back of her head, forlorn. Angie then muttered something about being surrounded by children.
"Cmon Angie! We should like totally get dinner together! We haven't seen each other in like, forever," Mimi laughs.
Angie agrees reluctantly, even after almost being maimed by Mimi's beautiful door. That's what she loved about Angie, it was easy to change her mood and even easier to distract her.
The two girls found themselves chattering on of meaninglessly fun topics, never straying into serious or depressing areas.
They continued until Mimi finally asked what was on her mind.
"Why haven't you haven't been taken yet?" She asks. "I mean, you're plenty cute and a whole lot more mellow than me, so you'd be a perfect partner."
Angie pauses for a moment, thinking.
"I'm waiting for someone to come back,"
A moment of silence passes as they walk through the bleak halls. Mimi is burning with curiosity, but Angie's voice sounded so sad and far off that she felt she couldn't ask without the risk of hurting her feelings.
Angie changes the subject back to whatever nonsensical topic they had been on before.
"They've been at it forever now," Someone said.
"...Yeah, I can hear them through the vents in the storage room," a more reluctant voice says.
"Omigosh! You guys, it's me! Me, Me, Mimi!" She yells in greeting of the two unsuspecting voices.
Ken and Cody were never close friends to Mimi in her world. They had come from the same dimension, but from different generations- and Mimi hadn't been in the country long enough to mentor any of them like her teammates had.
It was amazing what being held prisoner could do to improve relationships.
"Hello," Ken greeted, nodding his head. "Any news on Davis?"
"...And the others?" Cody added.
"Oh, yes, them too,"
Angie giggled, "I'll go grab some food for you while you catch up," she told Mimi. "You still take your sandwiches deluxe?"
Mimi winks. "Only the best,"
Someone sneezed. Mimi turned her attention back to the two younger boys and clapped her hands together.
"I'm sorry!" Mimi apologized loudly. "I wasn't able to find anyone!"
Ken sighed and looked away. Sad eyes wandering towards the high windows. Cody had a similar reaction, but he still patted her shoulder.
"It's okay, we know how you miss your friends too. This can't be any easier for you," He said, in his low voice.
Mimi averted her eyes from Cody's understanding ones. She laughed nervously and scratched the back of her head.
"Y-yeah. Ha, I do miss sleeping over with the ladies!" She says, trying to be cheerful.
She nearly gasps in relief when she hears the little click clack of Angie's new shoes.
"Jeez you guys, don't harass Mimi without me," She laughs, and the air lightens dramatically.
They sit down and eat, almost as if they were in the real world again. They gossip about what they'll do when they go home. How separate generations will stay in touch. They talk about Joe's allergies, and Cody's kendo practice.
They laugh, and the others join them. It's not fake, but it's just a distraction in the end.
They are all sad. Miserable, yearning. Desperate.
Ken no longer smiles. Sometimes he'll go silent for long periods of times. Angie calls it being nonverbal. Sometimes during those times, he would use sign language, which she'd never learned. Angie seems to understand him, and surprisingly, so does Astra.
She wished she had learned it so she could comfort it, but she just couldn't find the energy to learn it.
The other kids weren't as obvious, but Mimi was pretty observant.
They were all hollow.
She looked to Angie, who was laughing at something Joe said. Mimi Tachikawa was not satisfied. And hell would be given to those who had put them in this situation.
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