Title: Chemistry of a Car Crash
Author: Me :) Mimi Ishida.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama...the works.
Rating: T/M-
Warning!: There are mature themes and slightly graphic scenes. Also, coarse language and very mild violence (i.e: Like punching? I guess.) If this upsets you in any way or goes against you religion (whatever.) please refrain from reading. I would not want you to be scarred, or something. Kay? Thanks.
Summary: Love. It's the one thing keeping them together. But they'll soon learn that sometimes, love just isn't good enough.
Pairings: Mimato (mainly), side pairing will be thrown in here and there though.
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon or the songs/lyrics I use. I do own this plot and all the original ideas, also any characters I might make for the sake of this story.
Check out A/N at the bottom :]
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Chapter 1: The Ghost of A Good Thing
But, you're chasin' the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasin' ghosts
-x-
A petite brunette walks through the crowded halls of her prep school, looking for a familiar face. The one that makes her want to cry and laugh at the same time, who hurts her but is the only one to make it okay.
She doesn't think their relationship is normal. She knows it can't be right. The way they fight so brutally, calling each other every name in the book, then make up so fiercely that his neighbors complain.
But in the end, it never matters. Because their fighting has become irrelevant, the making up has become routine. Her complaints of neglect, ignored. His numerous excuses for various transgressions, meaningless.
Yet neither of them had the will power or the strength to end it, because if there was anything worse than their merry-go-round relationship, it was not being in one at all.
A blonde comes up from behind her, looping her arm through the brunette's effortlessly. "Hey chick. You look like a girl on a mission" She laughs, her pretty face intimidating everyone around them.
The brunette gives her a side glance. "Oh I am. A girl on a mission to find her boyfriend. One that's currently hiding from her" She peers around the corner.
She nods her head. "I see. Well what else is new. I swear when you guys are up, it's like you're inseparable" She comments. "It's the most vicious cycle, if I've ever seen one, Mimi" She notes.
Mimi shrugs a shoulder. She doesn't contest this because she knows she can't. They are the epitome of dysfunctional and she acknowledges it. She doesn't know if she could have it any other way because it's all she knows. And while she knows she should just give up, take it as fate and leave it be, but she just can't. Not yet anyway.
"I know, Zoe. But it is what it is" She answers simply.
"I'm not hating, I'm just saying" She smiles, lightly hip bumping the girl.
Finally she spots him. Talking with his best friend and her friend's boyfriend, "Of course, they'd convene in this part of the school. You know where no one goes" She rolls her eyes and strides towards him.
All her annoyance melts away at the sight of his playful smile. One he hardly ever gives but when he does, it's just too beautiful.
His glance falls in her direction and he greets her with a nod of his head, his speech stalling for a brief second.
She slips her hand into his wordlessly as she streams into the middle of their conversation. Something about something to do with some sport is what she can make out. She waives a hand to Taichi "Tai" Yagami, who's participating in the other half of the conversation.
He breaks off for a minute. "Hey Mimi" He grins, leaning in to sweep a kiss across her forehead.
Her boyfriend looks the other way, knowing that it's platonic but letting his jealous nature getting the better of him.
Tai continues into the conversation or rather argument, effortlessly, picking up where he left off.
Mimi's bored from the get go, but recently she had decided to try, for his sake, to put up with the things she didn't have the temperament for. Like conversations about various sporting activities, for instance.
"Matt, you've got no argument here dude. It's done" Tai says definitively. "You're wrong and I can get every one of the guys to back me up on this.
Yamato "Matt" Ishida sighs. "Tai, I'm telling you, it's the truth. Look it up man, you'll see" He retorts just as confidently.
Tai shakes his head, "I can't have this talk anymore. We'll bet on it and see" He finishes.
Mimi sighs in relief, glad that at least one of them could end it. She wouldn't admit but she's a little disappointed that he hadn't shoved the conversation aside to spend time with her. Selfish as it seems, she just wishes he would want to keep her all to himself like she wants to with him.
"Morning" She gazes up at him as Tai walks towards another group of friends.
He bobs his head up and down, leaning down for a quick peck on her lips. Once again, she's disappointed.
Still, for the sake of their relationship she plasters a smile on her face and says, "I missed you. I thought you were gonna call me last night" She makes sure to keep the complaining tone out of her voice.
He still isn't looking at her, but just straight ahead, at the many faces in the sea of people. "Band practice ran late" He answers, using the least amount of words possible.
"Oh. Okay then" She says softly.
"Mhm"
"Maybe you could come over after school? We could, study or something" She suggests, raising an eye brow implicatively.
He runs a hand through his hair. "I dunno, I might have things to do" He slips her hand out of his and shoves both into his pockets.
She runs a hand over her face. "Okay. Did I do something wrong here?" She asks genuinely. She really doesn't want to fight with him today.
Now when had been looking forward to seeing him since the night before.
He lifts a shoulder carelessly. "No. Why?" He asks back.
She squeezes her eyes shut and leans her head back. "You're acting cold. I don't know why" She's fighting to keep her voice controlled.
"It's just me, Mimi. I dunno what you're expecting" He says impassively.
"You know what, I'm just going to leave you alone now" She puts her hands up. "Talk to me when you're not such an asshole" She hisses, shoving his shoulder before walking away.
He laughs mirthlessly behind her and she can't help but want to chuck her shoe at him.
-x-
"Weren't they just fighting?" A blonde whispers to a redhead.
The redhead shrugs her shoulders. "Last I heard. But you know them" She says as her and her friend watch their best friend making out with her boyfriend in between periods.
Zoe shakes her head. "Sora, I swear, this can't be healthy" She shakes her blonde mane disapprovingly.
"It's them though. I mean, Z, we known them for how long? If it wasn't like this, I'd be worried" She says honestly.
Zoe frowns, "I dunno S, sooner or later something's gotta give. Ya know?" She says, a sense of foreboding in her voice. "No relationship can last like that." She subtly points for good measure.
"We've tried, haven't we? But if they're happy this way, I mean what can anyone do." Sora responds.
Her frown deepens. "I just worry that when it all comes down to it. And in the end they realize it isn't worth it. How's Mimi going to be after that?" Zoe says, seeing the glittering look of love in her brunette best friend's eyes. The way she gazes up at him, Zoe can't help but feel anxious about it.
Sora understands as much. "I know, Z. But we can't just be like Meems leave Matt because he isn't good for you. She won't listen" Sora sighs. "And besides, Matt's our friend too and it isn't always his fault" She points out.
Zoe rolls her ocean shaded eyes. "But seriously, S, most of the time it is. And you know it" Zoe contradicts. "I mean, he can be a really big jerk" She reaffirms.
Sora knows that but she isn't willing to admit it. Matt is her absolute best friend, she won't say anything bad about him. "It's just Matt. He's got flaws, like all of us" She says defensively.
Zoe drops the subject there as the two minute bells rings above there head. "It looks like I leave you here, Sor" Zoe says playfully.
"Ah but of course. Since English becks" She does a small bow before turning the other direction.
Zoe laughs before walking the opposite way.
Leaving Matt and Mimi with no spectators looking on.
"You wanna just leave?" He murmurs into her ear.
She giggles softly. "I can't. I have a test" She manages to get out. "But come over after?" She juts out her bottom lip and bats her eyes.
He chuckles, kissing her lips. "We'll see" He says, his voice hardly above a whisper.
She narrows her eyes at him teasingly. "What could you possibly have to do that's more important than me?" She asks, a double meaning in her words.
He catches it and kisses her one more time before answering. "I dunno. Get you a present?" He shrugs innocently.
Her face lights up. "You're getting me a present!" She squeals.
"No." He laughs.
Her face falls. "You're an ass" She pouts.
"You love me" He comes back.
"No. You love me. I think you're bipolar" She mutters.
He kisses her nose. "I do love you, but you love me too. And I think you're cute" He gives her one of his rare smiles.
The last bell rings marking their official lateness.
"Walk me to class?" She asks quietly, looking up at him with clear brown eyes.
He meets her gaze. "Sure, c'mon" He wraps an arm around her waist and kisses the top of her head.
She lays her head against him, closing her eyes to feel the perfect moment. "I do love you, Yamato" She says into his chest.
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
-x-
He ends up coming back to her house after school. It didn't take much convincing, he just likes to see her pout.
She's chatting animatedly about something that happened in class today. Some story about her, Zoe and a frog they were dissecting. He's in an out, listening at certain times and just pretending to listen at others.
He's sure she knows exactly when he's paying attention and when he isn't. They've been together since their days in junior prep school. He can definitively say that she knows him better than anyone has ever.
"You're not listening" She stops midway through her story.
He doesn't bother lying. "You, Zoe and the frog. Wild times" He says sarcastically, sitting on her bed.
She looks up at him from her place on the floor, "If you didn't wanna know, you could've just said so." She mumbles, sifting through a box full of movies.
He feels bad. "It's not that. I just, you have the tendency to ramble, Mimi, that's all." He puts it as politely as he can.
She reaches up on her knees and flicks his ear. "It's one of the things you love about me" She says certainly.
He puts an arm behind his head and leans back. "Course it is" He doesn't keep the cynicism out of his voice.
She sticks her tongue out at him but continues her search. "I'm trying to find that old movie you like, but I dunno where it is" She tells him.
"You don't have to do that. I'll watch whatever" He says complacently.
She throws him a weird look. "Since when?" She kinks an eye brow suspiciously.
He doesn't exactly like her taste in movies and is usually very open about it. "I'm, well, trying to meet you half way" He says a little sheepishly.
"You're so cute." Her smile stretching the width of her face. "But I think I might have thrown it out. Maybe even thrown it at you" She taps her chin thoughtfully.
"Probably the latter." He says dryly.
"Probably" She gives up looking for it and dusts off her knees. "Sorry" She touches his face and wrinkles her nose.
He lightly takes her arm and pulls her on top of him. "It's okay, I'm not a fan of movies anyway." He catches her chin.
She lowers her lips over his. "Really? Well, explain to me, Mr. Ishida, what exactly are you a fan of?" She whispers.
He lifts his head to kiss her lips. "You?" He suggests innocently, kissing her again.
"Oh? Well isn't that convenient" She grins, reaching her fingers through his untamable blonde hair.
His lips connect with hers before he asks. "Why's that?" Between kisses.
"Coz, I think I might just be a fan of yours too" She grins as his lips travel to her chin.
"That's good." He murmurs.
She giggles when he lithely switches their positions, pinning her underneath him. "You're so smooth." She rolls her eyes.
"Oh yeah?" He asks playfully.
She nods.
"How about this?" He moves his hand to her ribs and begins to tickle her.
Her laughter begins to immediately become uncontrollable as she squirms underneath him. "Stop…Matt! Please!" She says between giggles and squeals. "Come on!"
"What are you gonna give me if I do?" He asks over her shrieks.
She tries to move his hand away. "Anything you want!" She concedes as his hand pulls away.
Her breathing starts to regulate. "You're a jerk" She complains, shoving his shoulder.
"Nah, I'm just resourceful." He winks. "Now about that whole, anything you want thing." He smirks.
She pushes his face with her palm. "That was under duress, it doesn't count" She argues.
"You're not on trial, it isn't the same." He leans down to kiss her but catches her cheek when she turns her face.
She slinks an arm around his neck. "Sure it is." She lifts her head up to kiss his jaw.
"If you say so." He grins, his fingers lightly trailing along the exposed skin between her shirt and skirt.
She pulls him by his private school tie, bringing him closer to her face. "This is the only reason I like this thing" She mentions, reaching up to catch his lips.
She trails her tongue along his bottom lip, opening his mouth up to hers. Her tongue is hot and rough against his as his hand reaches higher into her shirt.
Her fingers fumble with his tie before she tugs it over his head in frustration, a button popping off his shirt in the process. "Shit, that was a new shirt babe." He mutters.
"You'll get another one" She says flippantly.
Matt ignores that and instead pulls her blouse over her head in one fluid motion, tossing the garment over the side over her bed. He attaches his lips to her neck, his tongue flicking over her skin. "Don't. I'm getting tired of your hater-marks" She pants as she feels him not listening to her.
He lightly nips at her skin. "You taste good" He reasons.
She feels a hot shiver down her spine. "Mmm." She begins to fumble with the buttons on his shirt as his kisses trail south to her collar bone.
"Do you still have—
He's cut off by a loud and annoying song blaring from her side table. "Don't even get it" he says.
She doesn't listen to him. "Hey Zoe" She answers.
Matt groans loudly. "Mimi!" He yells in irritation as she sits down on his lap.
He shakes his head in severe annoyance and pushes her off.
She scowls at him, mouthing the words "what the fuck?" before returning to her phone.
"Yeah, no I'm listening Z… Yeah, of course but that's how it is… Is it serious? Oh well I'm sure it'll be okay…Well Ken's just like that…he'll come around. Does Sora know? Well tell her…she's better at this advice thing than me. Okay, all right. Talk to you later, Bye" Mimi hangs up the phone and puts it on silent this time.
She stares across the room at her boyfriend, who had the worst look on his face right now.
"What?" She asks, attitude in her voice.
"Didn't I tell you not to answer it?" He asks icily.
She glowers at him. "Oh so you're gonna tell me when I can and can't talk to my best friend?" She snaps.
"We were about to have sex!" He exclaims, his voice rising.
She rolls her eyes. "But we weren't so what does it matter! Besides, it could've been important" She argues.
But he doesn't buy it. "Mimi, when I ask you not to do something—
"This isn't the Stone Age, you don't own me!" She interrupts him angrily.
"I'm not saying I do we're about to fu—
"So you're mad because you had to wait three minutes for sex!" She shouts incredulously.
"No!" He says through gritted teeth. "I'm mad because you don't give a shit about what I say" He growls, getting up from his seat.
"Don't walk out Matt, don't you dare leave in the middle of this!" She calls as he walks towards the door. "You always do this, Matt!" She yells behind him.
"I always do "this" because it stops me from saying things you don't wanna hear." He barks before slamming her door behind him.
-x-
'Sweetie you're burning a hole into my floor." The redhead complains from her bed.
The brunette throws her a weary look. "He makes me so mad, Sor. I just don't know how to put up with him anymore!" She huffs.
Sora sighs. "I dunno M, you love him don't you?" She begins like she always does when Mimi shows up at her door.
"Yes" She mutters.
"And he loves you?"
"I guess, yeah. He does love me"
"Then everything else doesn't really matter, huh?" She examines her nail beds as Mimi stops pacing.
Mimi lifts her head up to stare at Sora. "I dunno, Sor." She doesn't answer with her usual "no" when Sora asks that question.
Sora's head snaps up. "What?" She asks confusedly. Normally this conversation always goes around the same way, this time Mimi broke the mold.
She stops to think before sitting on the edge of her friend's bed. "Sora, it's getting to a point where I don't know what matters and what doesn't" She says, her voice laced with despair. "I love him, but I can't help but feel like I only love him because he's all I know" She feels her eyes stinging with tears.
"Are you saying you're done?" Sora asks in disbelief. "Meems, c'mon. This was just a stupid fight, you know things will be okay again." She rationalizes. Sure, Sora always thought that Matt and Mimi were too dysfunctional for their own good but she never in a million years thought either of them would ever contemplate actually breaking up. She didn't understand how either of them would be able to survive with out the other.
She pulls a few fingers through her tangled hair pensively. "Yeah, maybe." She says finally. "For now" She sighs, shaking her head.
"Mimi, you're talking in riddles." Sora reaches out a hand to touch her arm. "What's going through your head?" She asks softly.
Mimi turns to face the redhead. "That, I don't know how long this thing is gonna last." She answered honestly, forcing back tears.
I guess its luck, but it's the same
Hard luck, you've been trying to tame
Maybe its love, but it's like you said,
"Love is like a role that we play."
-x-
A/N: So I realize two things, one that this isn't even on my possible stories list on my profile and two that I have like three thousand other works in progress. And I am SORRY! It's just when inspiration strikes it's damn near impossible to IGNORE! This concept has been one that's been swirling around in my head for a couple of months now (Sad, isn't it? This freakin' pairing consumes my life!) and I finally decided to try writing it. Then re-writing it. And then re-writing it a second time, or is it a third time. Anyway, after MULTIPLE re-writes, this is the finished chapter. I liked it, enough to actually post it. But you guys should decide :). I've started Chapter two already, I'm kindof a nerd like that, but don't worry my other stories will be updated too. I hope...Lol jk, I'm trying.
Hope it's up to par and don't worry, this is sort of a prologue. My chapters will be the usual length. I just didn't put prologue coz it messes up the chapter count, it's annoying.
Okay Oh!
Song Credits-The title for this story comes from a song by the band Shiny Toy Guns the song is called Chemistry of a Car Crash, it's a good song if you wanna listen to it. Incidentally, the song used for this chapter is called The Ghost of a Good Thing by Dashboard Confessional.Love the band, the song is awesome, check it out if you have the time.
So ends my somewhat long and sort of pointless Author's Note. Reviews and appreciated and encouraged, so give me some love!
-Chris