IORI: Lira has been trying to get rid of me - probably a side effect of not writing anything on FFN for so long - but she knows better. Or at least, she knows that if she stopped doing this silly little opening-things, she'd have to disclaim her fics herself. In other words, no, Lira does not own Digimon. Still doesn't own it. Digimon still belongs to Toei and its various affiliates.
LIRA: That said. This is a "drabble." What, you say drabbles are only 100 words? Well, I have an answer. Each "scene"? Exactly one hundred words. I did a drabble-meme in my GJ a while back, and wrote four digimon drabbles as a result. I found them, and decided I might as well post them on FFN. Thus the extra author's note bit, to state the person and request.
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For: Karasu
Pairing: Mimi/Daisuke
Notes: The only stipulation was that I not make this angsty. I think I succeeded; it's quite fluffy, and no angst is to be seen. Exactly four hundred words or four one-hundred word pieces. Of course, you'll have to trust Word on that. Also, FYI, I don't usually write this pairing. I don't even ship it. At all.
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CRUSHES
--by: lira-chan--
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All Daisuke really wanted was a kiss. Or a cute girlfriend. He had gotten over his crush on Hikari, and fully intended to move on to bigger – and hopefully better – things. He spent two weeks building up his nerve to ask her. He dressed with the utmost of care, brushed his hair, and left via the digital world at six in the evening. He was waiting outside her school half an hour before the bell.
When Mimi said "yes," Daisuke should have known something was up. Instead, he smiled, nodded, and promised to arrive at Mimi's apartment Friday at five.
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Daisuke traveled through the digital world in meeting Mimi at her school Monday. He hadn't been sure about the time difference, but he managed. The day of his date, he arrived in the same manner. Even with the time difference aside, he showed up only five minutes late. Daisuke was proud.
So proud, in fact, that he completely missed the curious smile-smirk Mimi wore when opening the door to her apartment to let him in. He followed her to her room with unquestioning trust, and by the time the door shut behind him, it was too late to turn back.
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"Mimi?"
Nothing.
"Mimi, are we almost done now?"
Still only silence.
"Mimi!"
At the shrill note of anxiety creeping into Daisuke's voice, Mimi smiled soothingly at the back of his head. "We're almost done. I'll let you look in the mirror in a minute."
Daisuke whimpered at that, Mimi shushed him, and another five minutes passed. Finally, Mimi rotated Daisuke's chair back around to face her vanity mirror. His lips were looking decidedly glossy. His face was overly pink. His hair was even almost – almost! – behaving. Daisuke was impressed.
He waited roughly five seconds, and then screamed like a girl.
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"Mimi, did you only say yes so you could dress me up?"
Silence again.
"Mimi, I don't think boys are supposed to wear clothes like these. And my skin is glowing funny."
Daisuke's voice was becoming shrill again. He tugged at the ruffles on his dress, looking agitated.
"…You don't even really like me, do you?"
"Of course I like you, Daisuke-kun!"
At Mimi's long-expected reply, Daisuke's head snapped up. He didn't believe her. He dropped his eyes back towards his shiny black shoes.
"You're just being nice."
Mimi kissed him, then, and Daisuke smiled.
"You're pretty, Daisuke-chan."
Daisuke gaped.
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