Author's Note: To Reinel, thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoy it! Also, you don't have to write awesomely in English to participate! Some of our participants actually write in other languages ;) And to dearest soojinah, thank you as always for supporting my stories. Huhu. I am very grateful! This little oneshot is for you guys!

Now onto the story! This is for Mimato Week: Day 4 – "Future".

One Week of Danger
happy girls are the prettiest

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She was strange. Absolutely strange, and quite frankly she was, without effort, managing to get his attention as much as he refuses to give it. It wasn't that she was the only cutest girl around. There's Sora and Hikari. And Sora – he was definitely clicking with Sora; none – or less – of that girly bullshit that Mimi Tachikawa is fond of. I mean, she has that little stuffed toy which she sneaks in whenever she's about to sleep! Oh, yes. He notices. Unwantedly.

But really. This girl. This girl was just eating too much of his attention tonight and he didn't like it. Hence the smug look on his face as he watches her tease a restless Jyou. Poor Jyou, for he always has to deal with her princess complex. She was so noisy he almost forgot how to play the right notes with his harmonica. He could only wish she'd get tired really soon so he could enjoy his shift for night-watch.

"Mimi," he managed to say. "Can you keep it down a little? Everyone's asleep."

"Yamato-san, can you please tell senpai here that I'm a talented soprano?" she asked, completely ignoring his request.

You are impossible, thought Yamato while staring at her brushing her hair. Jyou had finally sat up from where he laid (a few feet next to Gomamon and Mimi's left), his dark blue hair ruffled up. Yamato thought he actually looked better with his hair undone.

"Can you knock it off? We have another long day tomorrow and you're seriously ruining my rest!" hissed Jyou as he put on his glasses. His eyes were smaller than it had ever been. Gomamon shifted a bit on his makeshift bed, already being bothered by the noise.

"Not until you admit that my voice is beautiful. I didn't think about my musical talents that much but you've witnessed the Gekomons, senpai. They love me!" this time she was comically stern, crossing her arms with her nose held high. But the eldest had enough of babysitting and spoiling her. It is already the dead of the night.

"Why is this even important!" Jyou exclaimed but still in a hush, furiously going back to his sleeping bag with his back facing her.

"This is rude, even for you, senpai," she whined. She continues to do so when Jyou finally had the temperance to just ignore her, because she'll shut up.. eventually.

The blond rolled his eyes, silently admitting his defeat that it would not be such a peaceful night. He looked around the rest scattered around, and then at Takeru and Gabumon at his sides, all of them fast asleep. Upon seeing that Mimi was as perky and wakeful as ever, he closed his eyes, put his harmonica back to his lips, started playing another happy tune that might just shut her up.

Third time's the charm. He relished the silence of the woods, with nothing but the trees and a certain girl as his audience. He opened his eyes to check on how she's finally doing. He stops playing out of surprise, when her face was so close to his.

"Yamato-san," she says in glee. "You're really talented, aren't you?"

A faint blush crept on his face. He placed a hand over her shoulder to push her away, gently. He doesn't say anything back, and looks at the campfire instead. But Mimi just sits beside him – tooclosetooclosetooclose! – This girl.. he says bitterly in his head. She always made him uncomfortable, and he didn't like any of it.

"You know, when Palmon and I got lost, we went to a castle of a giant sleeping Gekomon," she chirped, ignoring his indifference. "A lot of the Gekomon and Otamamon asked me to sing for their master for him to wake up. Palmon and I were treated princesses right until Taichi-san and senpai came along."

He stared at her with defeat, knowing fully well he just has to listen. It was better than prolonging the inevitable. He finally looks at her. "Then what?" he asked, trying his best to be interested.

"Well, a revolution came up. Senpai and Taichi-san tried to abolish my monarchy," she said matter-of-factly. "They weren't successful because I voluntarily stepped down from my throne,"

Yamato swore he could hear the crickets from her storytelling.

"So I sang for the Gekomon and their master. The master woke up, turns out he was being controlled by something evil, so Togemon and I had to defeat him!.. Well.. that's it, actually." she added, her last words ending with a happy note.

The blond scratched his head, unsure of what to say. "So.. what did you learn from all of it?" he asked as he started poking the campfire with a branch. He was hoping she'd finally admit of her princess complex. It'll be a nice change.

"I learned that I'm actually a really good singer," she answered very proudly as she flipped her hair. She glances at Yamato, who was staring at her in disbelief. She let out a defeated sigh, then added, "Okay, and I also learned that it's not good to control other people. Happy?"

He snickered, glanced at her side. "It's not like I don't believe that you do sing well, Mimi."

"Of course I know that," she answered haughtily.

"So why?" he finally asked. "Why is this important enough for you not to go to sleep yet?"

"I like to dream,"

"You can dream now.. in your sleep."

"But there's no fun in that!" she exclaimed, standing up from her seat. He looks at her and studies her heated face. She must feel really passionate about this.. he thought.

"Thinking about those things.. the things I want to do in the future.." she faces the campfire, watched the flames intently with somber eyes. "It makes me feel better while we're stuck in this World, you know.."

Finally, the jolly and carefree expression she had earlier was replaced with melancholy. He could only see a quarter of Mimi's face, but right there and then he realized he preferred her loud and happy, than quiet and sad. He wouldn't say it to her, but he always liked how she always thought of the future for all of them, and that he does feel for her, most of the time. For some reason, she always had his empathy and understanding, even if they didn't talk so much.

But he just didn't have the right words to comfort her. So he does so with the only way he knows how. You deserve all the happy songs.

A smile crept to her face when she hears him play his song again. It didn't take her that long to make her feel better, to get her back on her enthusiastic self.

"So Yamato-san," she spoke up, the glee in her voice very evident. "What do you dream of?"

He blinked a few times, caught a bit off-guard of her question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I don't know.." he started to think about it, for five seconds. "Start a band, I guess? Haha."

Her eyes became rounder when she heard this. "Oh my God!" she squealed.

"Mimi, be quiet will you?" he hissed as he blushed again. Ugh.. he was becoming uncomfortable again. But at least she's back to normal..

The brunette giggled softly, sat beside him again with all the enthusiasm in her eyes. "Yamato-san, we should become a duo! A pop duo! Idols!"

"Mimi.."

"We should! We really should. You can play the instruments, while I sing,"

"Mi-"

"Come on Yamato-kuuun. When we get back home, we can actually perform at school, and be popular among our classmates – we might even get discovered, Yamato-san!"

Wait, what? Popular? Just wait a minute.. "Uhh.."

"Please please pleaseprettypleaaaaseeee..?"

How unfair, he thought bitterly. She was using her charm and eyelashes on him, and they were very effective. He heard a body ruffle beside him, assumed Gabumon's about to wake up if the noise continues any further. "If I say yes, will you go to sleep now?"

She paused for a while, thought about his offer. She nodded vigorously with the eyes of a hopeful child.

He let out a long, defeated sigh. "Okay.. fine."

She made silly victory dance before going back to her sleeping bag, hugging Palmon with her.

"Yamato-san, what do you think our band name should be?" she asked, peeking from her sleeping bag.

"Go to sleep, Mimi." he said sternly as he resumed playing with the campfire.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll settle for The Wolf Who Cried Mimi!" she giggled, finally settling to her normal sleeping position, then drifting to sleep.

The Wolf Who Cried Mimi? he smirked, while thinking of better names to replace her suggestion. Duo, you say.. he could feel his cheeks warm up again.

Of course, he would never admit to her that he's looking forward to it as well.