Personally I think this is a fun little story to write, but I don't know how long it will be. I want each chapter to alternate between Mimi and Koushiro giving advice, but I don't know how long I can do that until I run out of situations. Although I do promise at the least 7 chapters. It will not drop lower than that.

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.

Koushiro scratched his head at the predicament that Miyako just presented him, and then he glanced across the room at a bored looking Mimi who was just lying down on his couch doing nothing while she waited for him to finish. He turned his attention back to his coffee table and circled it while looking at Miyako's frozen up laptop. The younger girl had shown up at his home a half hour earlier, and after an explanation about how she didn't know how to fix it, Koushiro agreed to help her. He didn't mind helping the younger girl with showing her the how-to on how to deal with her laptop, and he knew Mimi, who now nearly almost spent as much time at his apartment as he did, didn't care either, but he was surprised that Miyako wasn't able to fix it herself.

Next to him, she was the best person among the chosen with computers, and Koushiro stroked his chin wondering why his protégé, at least concerning technology anyways, was having trouble with something that was seemingly easy. It was interesting in a troubling sort of way, and he figured he'd have to have a talk with Miyako later to see if she was having any outside distractions; if ken was involved Koushiro decided that he would just send the younger girl off to Mimi. He knew it was something that both of them would appreciate.

"So what were you doing when this happened?"

The corner of his eye peered at Mimi who finally seemed interested in what he and Miyako were talking about. The second they started about computer components and things akin to technology, Mimi began to drift away into not really paying attention to them, and now Koushiro was curious to why she was suddenly intrigued. After another moment however, Koushiro inwardly smacked himself as he remembered that he was supposed to be helping Miyako instead of watching Mimi. He reminded himself that he could think about Mimi later, but immediately after that Koushiro cringed; he wasn't supposed to admit, not even to himself, that he thought about her at all.

"Nothing important."

Koushiro thought it odd that the usually outspoken Miyako seemed to not really want to admit what she was doing, but as he took yet another glance at Mimi he deduced that she knew what Miyako had been doing due to the look on her face. It was a dreamy type of look that gave off all of the cues that she had been hit by a realization of some kind, and Koushiro wondered about what exactly he was missing. He looked back over at Miyako and frowned; knowing what she had been doing was completely necessary for him to properly diagnose, than treat, what was wrong with the laptop. That, and also give insight to Koushiro on what type of top notch guidance to send Miyako's way.

"If you want my help then I need to know Miyako-chan. Even something you think is miniscule could have caused this."

It was strange seeing the easily excitable young girl blush and look away, and Koushiro sighed knowing that Miyako's reaction was Mimi's cue to get involved. As he had predicted, Mimi got up from the couch and rushed over to Miyako. She clasped the younger teen's hands, and breathed a sigh which was, to Koushiro anyways, an odd combination of both bewitching and annoying. Bewitching because, well honestly anything involving Mimi is bewitching to any male with the exception of those that like other boys, and annoying because, Koushiro never knew how to deal with the idealism of romance.

"I was chatting with Ken."

It was a timid response, but it resulted in exactly the way that Koushiro thought that it was going to. Mimi's excitement was quite easy to see, and the way she was acting giddy with Miyako didn't seem to help the younger girl's nervousness. Whenever Mimi even got a whiff of anything romantic she got lost in her own little fantasy world; her eyes were shining.

After a few moments of nothing other than happy sighing on Mimi's part, Koushiro decided to cough to get the attention of the two girls. Miyako was there to get help with her computer, not there to talk or get advice about Ken. This was Koushiro's territory, and he felt a silly pride inside him knowing that he was going to be shown in his best light the moment he fixed Miyako's problem.

"Maybe we should concentrate on getting this thing fixed before talking about boys right ladies?"

He was motioning to the laptop, and he gave a grin to go along with his teasing joke, but he felt a tiny bit a fear creep into him when he saw Mimi glare in his direction. In hindsight it was a bad idea to poke fun at anything with even miniscule romantic connotations seeing as when it came to that subject with Mimi it was serious business, but maybe Koushiro could steer himself to not being on Mimi's bad side again. Something like that was always, in layman's terms, a bad thing.

Koushiro had already gotten an earful for how he, according to Mimi, 'traumatized' poor little Hikari-chan. Apparently what he had said was something that nobody would have ever wanted to hear, and Mimi even went as far as to get his mother involved so that he would learn his lesson. Realism never trumps idealism.

"Where are your priorities?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but then he stopped as he realized that Mimi's question was a rhetorical one. Koushiro knew that what he said next had to be as delicate as possible, because he honestly didn't want to have another 'talk' with Mimi about his ideas on the romantic. Most of those 'talks' usually involved Koushiro just sitting down while he was scolded until Mimi figured he got the point.

"The computer needs to be fixed."

The next thing that happened was that Mimi took a moment to consider what Koushiro said. True, Miyako had shown up for the purpose of having her laptop up and running, but how could Koushiro not see that her situation with Ken was by far much more important? Mimi glanced at the laptop that was tweaking out on Koushiro's coffee table, and then she scoffed while waving it off.

"Oh just hit it or something, it'll be fine."

Koushiro crossed his arms slightly offended that Mimi would suggest such a thing. Computers were complex, and a person can't do something as simple as whacking it to get it to be back into tip top shape. It had to be carefully dealt with, and carefully fixed; otherwise madness would happen.

"It's not that simple."

A moment later, to the shock of Miyako and Koushiro, Mimi made her way to the laptop and bent down to hit as hard as she could on its keyboard. Right as Koushiro was about to freak out the strangest thing happened; the computer booted up. Mimi had fixed it.

Koushiro was dumbfounded not knowing what exactly Mimi had done, and he went slack deciding he wasn't even going to contemplate what had happened. He looked up at Mimi, and right after she flashed him a smile, he watched as she dragged Miyako to the nearby couch to no doubt gossip about Ken. He took one last glance at the now working computer, and sighed; Mimi was always right.

Eh?