(Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or any of its characters. I only own the plot to this story.)

[A/N: Greetings! This is my first (published) fanfic and it is a MIMATO. It will have hints of taiora, kenyako, and maybe even a little daikari (I just thought I'd give poor Daisuke a break and let him be with Hikari). All in good time, though. MIMATO is my all time favorite anime couple and I do not care who disagrees! Hehe...I hope you guys like this story. Please review, and I appreciate constructive criticism. Thanks!]

The character's ages are as follows:

Jyou: 30
Yamato, Taichi, and Sora: 27
Mimi and Koushiro: 26
Takeru, Daisuke, Hikari, Ken, and Miyako: 24
Iori: 21

Restless

I. Restless

A young Mimi was smiling. She could not help but smile every time she and her daddy were together.

She was with her father in his study while he was taking a short break from work to pay attention to his little princess. She sat on top of his desk, facing him, putting bows and ribbons on his hair while at the same time telling him stories of things that had happened at school that day.

"…and after that mean boy broke all of my crayons, Sora went ballistic on him!" Mimi raised her hands up in the air as to demonstrate to her daddy just how ballistic Sora had gone. "…he had paste all over his hair and face…he sure won't mess with her again."

Mimi's father laughed and said, "Well it seems that little Sora is no push-over."

"Oh, daddy she really isn't! She is the one that that keeps all the meanies away from me."

Mr. Tachikawa put his hands on his daughter's tiny face and gave her an Eskimo kiss. "Well, my little princess, I am very glad that you have such a good little friend to be there for you."

Mimi then stood up on the desk and said, "Okay, daddy. You can look now. You're all finished." She handed her father her pink, furry mirror with a look of anticipation on her face. "Do you like it, daddy?"

Mr. Tachikawa's head was covered with pink bows, ribbons, and colorful flower clips. He had on a fuzzy, lavender scarf and a shiny pink bead necklace. He looked absolutely ridiculous and he knew it. But since there was no mother in the picture, somebody had to be there for Mimi's tea parties and all her little dress-up and make-over parties. He gave her a big smile and said, "Sweetheart, I have never looked better! You are a natural at making me look handsome! Who knows, looking this good may even get you a mommy."

Mimi's face lit up and she threw herself in her daddy's arms. "I love you so much, daddy."

He gave his little princess another Eskimo kiss and said, "I love you more."

Mimi Tachikawa woke up suddenly alone in her apartment in New York City. She had that dream again. She sat up in her bed and put her knees up to her chest. She felt like her heart was breaking all over again. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of her dream; her memories with her father. It had been almost two years since her father's death—no, since her father's murder, but it still hurt as much as it did the day she found out. She missed him so very much. Just the thought of him made her heart ache with fresh grief.

She got out of bed and went to her bathroom. She turned the sink knob and splashed cold water on her face. She did not want to think about this right now but she could not help it. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep herself from thinking about the past.

She never allowed herself look back. She made sure that she never regrets her decisions, and she never felt that she had made a wrong choice: until now. Mimi knew that her decision had been the right one. It had to be. It was too big a decision for her to be wrong. She just did not know why she was still second-guessing it; why she could not get it out of her mind.

Right after her father's murder she had felt so much anger. She wanted to find the person responsible for having done that to her father. She wanted justice. All Mimi wanted was to see the man that killed her father rot in prison for the rest of his life. A year and a half ago she felt that she finally had that. The man was caught and sent to prison. Case closed.

So why did she feel like this wasn't over? Why did she still have so many questions in her head? To this day, Mimi had not been able to have a full night of sleep without waking up thinking of her father. It made no sense to her. There was no motive for the murder, so why bother? And why had her father called her two nights before his death? Why did it sound like he was saying goodbye?

Riiing! The phone rang. Riiing!

Mimi ran from her kitchen to answer the phone. Riiing!

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she said. "Hello?"

"Hi there Princess."

"Daddy! How wonderful to hear from you!" she said. "How are you?"

"Oh sweetie, I really needed to hear your voice," said Mr. Tachikawa. He sounded strange.

"Daddy, what's wrong? Are you alright?"Mimi asked.

"N-nothing is wrong, Princess. I just miss you, is all."

"I miss you, too. Though," Mimi looked at the time, "this is a strange time to call, daddy. It must be late over there in Japan. What it is, like 2:30am?"

"I know it is. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you."Mr. Tachikawa's voice was slightly quivering. Mimi was now getting a little worried.

"Daddy, what's going on? Are you in trouble?"

"Not at all, sweetie. Like I said I just miss you very much." His voice sounded better. "I've just been up all night working on something. I'm just tired. I only wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed."

"Well get some rest. I don't want you to get sick," said Mimi.

"Alright then. I will. Goodnight sweetie."

"Goodnight to you, daddy. Love you."She was about to hang up the phone.

"Mimi--!" she heard before she could hang up.

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much, Princess," she heard her father say.

"I love you more." She hung up the phone.

That night Mimi could not get that phone call out of her mind. Her father sounded so strange. He seemed worried, almost scared. She had to see him. She just wanted to make sure that he was okay. She booked a flight to Japan and left the next morning.

Mimi arrived in Japan sometime in the evening. Her best friend Sora had picked her up from the airport. She wanted to see her father as soon as possible. Something just didn't feel right.

Sora took Mimi to her father's lab at work, but he was not there. That seemed a bit strange, though not really because Mr. Tachikawa frequently worked from home in his personal lab. He was a biochemist; a Pharmacologists to be more precise. He dedicated most of his life in trying to find cures for the incurables.

"I'm sorry Sora. Would you mind driving me to his house. He wasn't at work."

"It's okay. I don't mind at all," said Sora with a smile on her face. She looked at Mimi. "And don't worry so much. I'm sure he's fine."

"Thanks Sora." Mimi gave her a small smile.

It had gotten dark by the time they had arrived to Mr. Tachikawa's house. "I'll be right back," Mimi told Sora.

"Take your time, Mimi," Sora replied.

Mimi walked over to the front door. She knocked. No one answered. She knocked again.

"Daddy are you home? It's me, Mimi." She grabbed the door knob and turned it. It was unlocked. Strange. She opened the door and walked in. "Daddy? You home?"

Silence.

'He must be working in the basement,' she thought. She headed downstairs to the basement where her father kept his lab. She reached the door. It was slightly ajar and the light was on inside.

"Daddy, it's Mimi. I came to visit you." Again, no answer. Mimi opened the door and walked inside.

What she saw next made her heart sink to the darkest pits of her stomach. Her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground. She could not believe what she was looking at.

Her father's dead body was laid out on a table in front of her. He was covered in his own blood and it looked as if he had been dissected. She could tell that some of his organs were missing.

And the look on his face.

The expression that was frozen on his face was one of pain, but not fear. His eyes were open and she could just see what he must've seen. Oh, those eyes…

'I am sorry' was written on a small piece of paper right next to the body.

Oh, those eyes…

She couldn't take it anymore. She screamed.

Oh man, she hated remembering. Mimi wished she could just forget about the past. It hurt too much to remember. Losing her father was the worst imaginable thing that could have happened to her. It was the most unexpected and the most heart-breaking experience in her life. He was all that she had had in the world and now he was gone. Again, her eyes filled with tears.

Whenever she thought of her father's murder, her thoughts always came back to one thing: the note. I am sorry it said. That just didn't make sense to her. Why would anyone write that after having killed someone? How dare they after what they just did? Not knowing the answer to those questions has kept her up every night since her father's death. She missed him so much. She felt that there was more to the murder than she knew, and it killed her not knowing what it was.

Mimi was now outside on her balcony. It was late in the evening. She could not sleep. The night breeze always seemed to relax her, as it did her father. She reached into her front pocket and pulled out a cigarette. She placed the stick in her mouth and reached inside her coat pocket again to pull out a lighter. She never smoked before. In fact she hated it just as much as her father had, but now it seemed to be the only thing that could calm her nerves at times like these. Whenever she would try to smoke in front of her father he would always blow out the light to keep her from smoking. He always told her that stuff was bad for her. She knew he was right and she agreed with him but she couldn't help it.

With a flick of her wrist, the lighter lit up. As soon as she put the small flame against the cigarette, it turned off. She tried again. The light turned off. After four or five attempts, she gave up and threw the cigarette away.

"Cheap lighter," she mumbled.

She went back inside and got a glass of water. She sat on her dining table in the dark and started to think about him. Not her father this time, but the killer. She knew of no connection between her father and the killer. She managed to find out that he was also Japanese. He had been some kind of a doctor or scientist in Rhode Island; and he even had a family. His wife was fairly beautiful and he had three kids: two boys and a girl. His name was Jou Kido. His life seemed pretty pleasant and content, so what motive did he have to kill her father? That is yet another question that remained unanswered to her. He even denied in trial that he had murdered him when all the evidence unmistakably pointed to him. They had found her father's blood in his car and smeared on some of his clothes that they found hidden down in his basement. He said that someone else had done it when it was clearly him. He never stopped denying it.

Mimi put her hands to her face. "I can't live like this," she told herself. Mimi got up and walked over to her phone. She picked it up and dialed a number.

Riiing! Riiing!

"Hello?" someone answered.

"Hello, Sora?" Mimi said.

"Mimi?" replied Sora.

"Yeah, it's me. How are you?"

"I'm great! What a surprise to hear from you. What's up?"

"Well," Mimi paused, "Sora, I'm coming home."

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(A/N: Well, I hope you like it so far. I hope it wasn't boring for you guys to read. This is a very important chapter. Yamato, among other characters, will make his first appearance in the next chapter. Please review. THANK YOU!)