Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon.

A/N: I didn't think I would post this story so soon, but since Mild Misunderstandings will be coming to an end, I figured I might as well start on this one. My goal with this story is to raise the amount of yuri on this site. Come on, yuri fans, let's get together!

Anyway, hope you all enjoy it!

My Lonely Symphony

Chapter One: The Liquor Lady

Shiru wrapped an arm around my waist. "This is gonna be a great night."

I smiled half-heartedly. "Yeah."

To be honest, I felt nothing at that moment but awkward and nervous. It had been Shiru's idea to go to the mall, but I could tell he was more eager to head to my place. He knew my mother was away for the weekend, so he offered to "keep my company" and sleepover.

With all due respect, I'm not an idiot. I knew Shiru wanted nothing that night but to get laid.

Knowing that made my stomach drop. It wasn't something I was particularly looking forward to.

"Do you wanna pick up a movie or something?" I asked.

"To watch it?"

"No," I spat, "just to have it kicking around."

He smirked. "You're such a saucebag."

"A what?"

"A saucebag. You're saucy."

I laughed.

All right, so we got along, and it wasn't hard to see how much he liked me. So why was I dreading sleeping with him so much?

It wasn't that he was bad looking. In fact, Shiru was one of the most attractive boys I've ever met. I just couldn't get myself to feel that spark that girls usually feel for their boyfriends. I didn't feel the need to hold his hand or kiss him or be around him all the time. Sometimes, I would even feel annoyed by him.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Do not look."

I shrugged and looked around. "What?"

"Shiru?"a high voice said, and I looked ahead.

At that moment, time stopped. I swear to you, I was face-to-face with the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. She wasn't really tall – maybe a few inches shorter than me – with shoulder length sandy blond hair. You could tell she was wearing a lot of make-up, but that didn't make her any less appealing. Her brown eyes sparkled with brightness, and her shirt wasn't really hiding what was under it. I admired her legs carefully before examining her short skirt.

I've always felt more attracted to women than men, but I figured it would be best to ignore that fact at all times.

Is that weird?

"Mimi," Shiru greeted tonelessly.

"Hi," she said softly. "I knew that was you as soon as I saw you. How's it going?"

He shrugged. "Fine. Oh – this is my girlfriend, Sora. Sora, Mimi."

I smiled. "I really like your skirt. Where'd you get it?"

She beamed, clearly flattered. "Thanks! I got it at America."

"Really? All the way over seas?"

Mimi nodded. "I lived over there for a few years."

"Back for good?" Shiru asked, though I could tell he was completely uninterested.

"Sure am," she replied with a smile that made me melt inside. "Hey, since I'm sort of new here, we should get together sometime."

It took me a few seconds to realize she was talking to me."Really?"

"Yeah. Here's my cell number." She handed me a piece of paper. "Call me sometime, all right?"

"Sounds good," I answered, my heart pounding with excitement.

I watched her turn around and walk away, swaying her hips in a way that told me she knew just how incredibly good-looking she was. I couldn't help but admire her for it.

"Who was that?" I asked.

Shiru snorted. "My ex-girlfriend." He shook his head. "But don't be jealous or anything. I wouldn't touch that girl with a ten foot fucking pole."

"Why not? She doesn't seem that bad."

"I fucking hope you're not planning on hanging out with that girl."

"What's wrong with her?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's Mimi. She's the most selfish person I have ever met, and she's such a whore, I don't even know if anyone would want her anymore."

I laughed. "With legs like that, I think she'll be fine."

Suddenly, Shiru backed me up against a wall and ran his hands down my sides. "Know who I want?"

I let him kiss me.

"Wanna head to your place?"

We kept eye contact for at least a minute before I finally nodded.

XxX

As soon as we walked through the back door, Shiru kissed me roughly and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I kept my eyes opened while he carried me to the couch. It just didn't feel right...

"Sora," he whispered in my ear, laying me onto the couch. "I want you so bad ..."

I looked up at him as he lowered his hand to my midsection, then my stomach, then my waistline, and then he attempted to reach under my jeans.

"Shiru, wait."

He froze. After a while, he said, "Really?"

"I'm sorry."

He kissed my neck. "C'mon. I promise you'll like it."

"I'm really ... not comfortable in situations like this."

"You think I don't know that?"

I rolled my eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well ..." He shrugged. "This is as ... like, all we've done is kiss, you know?"

"I'm not a whore."

"I know, and I completely respect that." He sighed. "I've been your boyfriend for over a month, Sora. I mean, what else do you want from me?"

I didn't reply.

"Do you not want me?"

"Shiru, it isn't like that at all. I just ... don't see any point to it, you know? It seems really awkward to me to be honest with you."

He bit my neck lightly. "Well, since I can't go down your pants, will you go down mine?"

I held my breath. I didn't want to disappoint Shiru, but the thought of fooling around with him made me tense up and feel uncomfortable.

I sat up straight. "Here?"

"Why not?"

"It's my mother's living room. I don't want to disrespect her like that ..."

"She isn't home, Sora. For all she knows, you're having a party, for Christ's sake."

"Look, I'm just not in the mood, all right, Shiru?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're never in the mood."

"Well ... I'm sorry."

There was silence. And then, Shiru stood up and snapped,

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't want to have sex with your boyfriend, and you won't even give him a fucking hand job? Seriously, Sora, what is your problem? Are you, like, asexual or some shit?"

Tears were stinging my eyes, so I decided not to reply.

Shiru wasn't my first boyfriend. I had had many others, but none of them worked out for all the same reasons.

I'm just not attracted to boys. The thought of having Shiru's dick inside of me didn't turn me on at all; in fact, it made my body cringe with repulsiveness. Did that mean there was something wrong with me? Did that make me a freak?

"Shiru, just give it time," I said.

"I'm giving it time, Sora. You're just being so fucking difficult."

Somehow, under my shattered feelings, I managed find some strength by saying, "Get out."

"What?"

"Get out. I don't want you in my house if you're just gonna make me feel like shit."

"How am I making you feel like shit? I'm just –"

"I'm not a whore, so you can go fuck yourself."

"No, you're not," he replied, opening the door and slamming it behind them.

I waited until I heard his car start to begin pouring my tears out.

What was wrong with me?

XxX

"Sora, if you call him I'll throw your phone out your fucking window." Yamato crossed his arms over his chest. "And I'm not kidding."

Tai rolled his eyes. "Yama, quit being so melodramatic. Sora, I say just wait until he comes crawling back to apologize. Granted, what he did was wrong, but everyone's entitled to a bad day, you know?"

"What?" Yamato cried. "He yelled at her because she wouldn't touch his dick!"

"Yeah, but ... no offense, Sora, but sex is an important part of a relationship."

I sighed. "I am fucked."

Yamato smacked the back of Tai's head. "See what you did?"

"Well, look at the facts," I said. "I should want to have sex with my boyfriend. So why don't I?"

Yamato shrugged. "Maybe you don't wanna fuck any guy."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you like girls."

I froze. Sure, my attraction to girls wasn't a secret to me, but that didn't mean I liked thinking about it, or that I wanted other people to find out.

And then my mind started spinning.

Maybe he was right ...

I shook my head. "I don't know."

Tai checked his watch and look at me with guilt. "Off to work. Are you getting a drive with me, babe?"

Yamato nodded. "But really, Sora, if you need me, call me. Okay?"

"Sounds good." I smiled. "Thanks guys."

Tai kissed the top of my head, grabbed his keys, and left with his boyfriend. I pouted and gazed at the kitchen ceiling. Was what Tai said right? Was it impossible to have a relationship without sex?

Or was Yamato right?

I thought about what it would be like to date a girl. I had pondered it before, but would all the sacrifices be worth it?

Mimi then entered my mind.

I opened my purse and pulled out her number she gave me the night before. I dialed it with shaking fingers, almost sick to my stomach from nerves. She was so fucking beautiful ...

"Hello?" a voice that made my breath stop answered.

I held the phone tightly to my ear. "Mimi, hi! It's Sora, Shiru's girlfriend."

"Oh, hey, what's up?"

"Not much. I was just wondering, what are you up to tonight?"

"Well, my friend was supposed to have a party, but he bailed on me. So I guess my Saturday night is free! What are you up to?"

I twirled the phone cord in my fingers. "Well, if you want, you can come over."

To my delight, she was flattered that I asked and immediately made plans to meet up. I hung up the phone, blushing furiously, and ran to my room to get dressed. That's when Shiru called.

"Sora," he started, and I heard him sigh. "Look, I'm so sorry. I know I was being an asshole, and if I could take it back, I would."

I bit my lip.

"What can I do to show you how sorry I am?"

"I don't know, Shiru ..."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No," I muttered. "I am overjoyed when people scream in my face because I won't fuck them."

He snorted. "You know, Sora, your sarcasm is cute and all, but it's kinda pissing me off."

"How is that my problem?"

After I hung up, I felt a burning feeling in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I took a deep breath, trying with all my might to stop the tears from coming. How could I be so strong to his face and crumble to pieces behind his back?

By then, it was time to meet up with Mimi. I pulled myself together quickly and threw on my jacket.

As I was walking down the sidewalk, I noticed her right away. She was wearing short shorts with fucking killer black high-heels, a tight pink tank-top, and her fingernails painted black. Her hair was nicely curled with her bangs pinned back, emphasizing her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

She was like a fucking Barbie doll. I couldn't find one flaw on her.

Jesus. Just looking at her was making my heart stop.

"Hey!" she greeted.

"What's up?"

She sighed sadly. "Bored. What do you feel like doing?"

"Well, we could head to my place to get something to eat if you want."

She smiled, showing off her perfectly whitened teeth. "Sounds good to me."

XxX

"So, I want all the details."

I shrugged and handed Mimi a smoothie. "Details? On what?"

"You and Shiru. How long has that been going on?"

"A month or so."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Is he still a good fuck?"

I almost choked. "What?"

Mimi laughed. "When I first dated him, he was terrible. I bet you didn't know I was his first. I taught him well, though – he was pretty fucking good towards the end. So, you have me to thank."

"Me and Shiru never had sex before."

At that moment, her expression went from prideful to shocked. "What? Seriously? But ... you've been dating for a month!"

"So?"

"So!" She coughed. "It's a month!"

"It's not that long ..."

"Are you kidding? The last time I went a month without having sex was when I had mono three years ago."

"Really?"

She nodded. "So what's the hold-up?"

"Well ... I don't really know how to explain it to you ..."

She put her hands on my knees, bringing tingling sensations all through my body. "Come on, Sora, you can talk to me! At least try to explain it."

I sighed. "I just don't think I like the though of having sex. It seems ... well ... awkward. I mean, like, being naked in front –"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Mimi interrupted, standing up. "Sora, are you a virgin?"

Sheepishly, I nodded.

She shook her head. "And how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Sora, Sora, Sora." She began playing with my hair. "You obviously have no idea what sex can do to you. It can make the worst day ever to the best week of your life. I mean, when you push it good enough ..." She smiled and shivered. "You don't even know what you're missing."

I nodded nervously. "But ... what if I'm bad at it?"

She smirked. "You're so cute. There's no way you can be bad at fucking – well, maybe if you're a guy. It's like kissing. Everyone does it differently. I know how you feel, though. If you want, I can teach you how to make Shiru's eyes roll to the back of his head."

I laughed. "Thanks, Mimi, but I might have to say no."

"All right." She pointed at me. "Let me know if you change your mind."

She then stood up and began wandering around. I examined the way her curves were obvious, but she wasn't fat or anything. How could someone be so perfect looking? How could there actually be someone who looked like that?

I couldn't even believe how honest she was. Clearly she wasn't inexperienced in sex, and it seemed like she was proud of it. I couldn't decide if I didn't approve or if I admired her for it.

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

"My mom's out of town till tomorrow."

"And your dad?"

I didn't reply.

"So you're here alone until tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"You have a pretty nice house, too."

"Thanks."

She grinned at me. "You know what that means, don't you?"

"What?"

"You're throwing a fucking party."

XxX

She convinced me to do it. Somehow, she convinced me to go against every single moral I lived by just to have a party.

It took maybe forty minutes for about a hundred people to show up. They weren't even people I knew that well. They were just people from school that had never said two words to me until that night.

The only people I was with consistently were Tai and Yamato.

"I can't believe you of all people are having a party."

"I know," I said with misery. "My friend Mimi convinced me to do it."

Tai sat up quickly. "Mimi who?"

"Uh ..."

"Mimi as in Jichu's ex-girlfriend? The slut that moved away a few years ago?"

"Maybe," I replied with a shrug. "I just met her yesterday. She doesn't seem all that bad ... she's nice."

"She's vicious," Tai spat.

"Wait." Yamato closed his eyes. "Who are we talking about?"

Tai rolled his eyes. "Oh, you know her. Remember, the girl who fucked Kiro while he was hooking up with that blond girl who sat beside you in history? Mimi Tachikawa I think, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's her last name."

He smirked. "Mimi Tachikawa is honestly the most selfish person I have ever met. She fucks over every person she knows, just to let you know. I wouldn't be surprised if she was hanging out with you just to get back with Shiru. Fuck, I hate that girl."

"Have you ever even talked to her?"

"Not really," Tai said. "Don't really have a reason to."

"I heard she swings both ways," Yamato told me.

I felt my heartbeat stop. I then jumped up. "I gotta go check up on the house."

Him and Yamato nodded. I made my way through the hallway and into the kitchen to find a crowd of people surrounding the table. I pushed through and almost fainted when I realized Mimi was standing on the table stripping.

All of the boys were grinning and whistling while girls were giving Mimi dirty looks, calling her every name in the book.

She didn't seem to notice. She was too busy swaying her hips to the sound of the music and making panting noises.

She was something else.

"Mimi!" I cried.

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Sora, come here!"

Before I could say or do anything, she pulled my hand and dragged me up the table with her. I could smell nothing but alcohol coming off her. It made me nauseated and dizzy. I didn't even see her lean in to kiss me.

Then we were kissing. Like, really kissing. She gripped my hair and began clawing my back.

It was my first kiss with a girl. But it wasn't awkward, even though she was only in her bra and underwear.

She ran her tongue against mine and slowly bit my bottom lip. I couldn't help but moan, and when I did, she let out a laugh.

"I'm so drunk," she whispered to me.

I helped her off the table and sat her on a chair. "Take it easy, Mimi. Don't drink anymore tonight, okay?"

I ran into the hallway and banged on the bathroom door. While waiting, a boy I didn't know grabbed my arm and asked me if I enjoyed kissing Mimi. He then asked if I usually kiss girls when I drink, and after complimenting my fingernails the bathroom became available. I sighed with relief once I was in my safety zone and examined myself in the mirror.

After rubbing Mimi's lipstick off and fixed my white blouse, I pondered if I liked the way I looked or not.

My opinion on my appearance changes everyday. I guess when my hair's done and my make-up's on I'm not a bad-looking person. I don't particularly like the fact that I have red hair, though.

I checked my teeth and sighed. If only they were white.

Tai was waiting for me outside the bathroom door. When I came out, he said,

"You made out with Mimi? How drunk are you?"

"What?"

"She's fucking dirty, Sora. All she does is make people feel sorry for her and back stabs everyone she needs to just so she can have her way."

"It was just a kiss," I protested.

"I'm just saying in case you wanna be friends with the crazy bitch."

"Look, I'll talk to you later, okay, Tai?"

I pushed through the crowd and found myself in the living room. To my delight, I found Mimi sitting on the couch, this time wearing her jeans, looking tired and annoyed. And soon enough, I found out why.

"C'mon," a boy sitting beside her was saying. "Just one kiss."

She lazily threw his arm off her shoulder and stood up. He then followed her and shoved her against the wall, kissing her neck and holding her hips.

I went wild.

I ran over to him, pulled him by the back of his shirt, and shoved him away with every ounce of strength I had. He stumbled back and glared at me.

"What the fuck is our problem, you dumb cunt?"

"Get out of my house!" I shouted.

The music turned off and the voices were silent.

"You're a fucking dumbass bitch, you fire-crotch–"

At that moment, I saw someone grad the back of his head and shove his face against the wall.

Shiru spun him around and faced him. "Listen, you fucking moron, if I ever hear you call my girlfriend a bitch again, I'm gonna track you down and beat the fucking shit out of you. Is that something you can understand?"

"Shiru, stop!" I cried.

He looked at me. "Sora, what are you doing, anyway?"

Before I could reply, Mimi fell face first onto my hardwood floor and laid as flat as a board. I immediately rushed to her and pulled her up.

"Mimi?"

Her eyes slowly opened.

"Are you okay?"

I could tell she was completely in another world, so I pulled her towards me and helped her into the hallway. We were almost at my bedroom when she stopped and looked up at me.

"Did you get him away from me?"

"Yeah."

She smiled and closed her eyes. "No one's done that before."

"Really."

"You're like ..." She dropped her head onto my chest. "My armor."

I felt myself beam.

Then, just as I opened my bedroom door, Mimi Tachikawa threw up all over my white blouse.