Y/N: Urazamay wrote this one…and I have to say it makes up for my chapter in the humour department, that's for sure!
U/N: uhm... i wrote this chapter... i have nothing else to say... i didn't know what was going to happen... and it basically became a very long angry conversation... yay!
Title: How Iori Met Their Mother
By: Yukira and Urazamay King
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or its characters.
Part 4: A Heated Dinner
Mimi:
"Tune in next week where we'll have a little less story and a lot more cooking," I told the camera with a wink. And with that the episode came to a close.
The audience burst into applause, and I flashed them another smile, before picking up my phone, turning it off of speaker, and walked backstage.
"Who's telling the story next?" I asked them.
"I would actually like to do that…" Iori said grumbling a bit.
"No, no," Yamato said. "You'll just skip over everything interesting, like lunch the next day. The one time we were all together."
"I'm telling them how I met their mother!" Iori exclaimed. "I don't need all of this background stuff."
"It's filler," I said. "Every good story has some."
"At this point it's mostly filler," he mumbled.
"Now now," I said just a tad patronizingly. "Whatever will the kids think?"
Said children were giggling.
I heard a distant knocking.
"Who is it now?" Iori groaned.
"I took the liberty to tell Willis what we were doing. He was with Hikari, and the two of them decided they'd join us," Yamato explained.
"How did you do that?" Iori asked a touch annoyed. "We were using your phone to talk with Mimi."
"You're still using that phone to talk to Mimi," I reminded him. The giggles returned.
"I used yours," Yamato said. "Willis texted you about coming over anyway. I gave them a little more insentive."
"We're here!" Willis shouted from the doorway. "Hello Iori, hello Yamato, hello children."
"Hello Mimi," I finished for him.
"Mimi's on the phone? Oh, well, hello Mimi then," he rectified.
"Hello everyone," Hikari said happily.
"Hello," the children chorused. They were just so cute.
"So, where are you?" Willis asked.
"Well, I'm at the studio actually…" I said with a smile. "But you can talk about the restaurant trip, or whatever Hikari was up to that day…."
"Alright then," Willis said. "We were in New York, at Mimi's house…."
Willis:
We had all met up at Mimi's house after the day was through. It was a good thing that Michael and I had been with Iori and Daisuke otherwise they never would have found the place. I was however confused how Takeru, Hikari, Yamato, Taichi, Sora, Miyako, Ken, and Meiyomon found their way here without the help of one of us American Digidestined. But there they were, sitting on the beige carpet in Mimi's sitting room, their luggage surrounding them as they sorted out whose was whose.
"I thought we were going to my house..." Michael muttered under his breath. I just ignored him because it didn't really matter where we were staying.
"Girls!" Mimi's mother called out suddenly, "I have set up Mimi's master bedroom as a perfectly comfortable place for you all to sleep and have a lovely slumber party together." Her hands were framing her face and she looked very pleased with her work. "Boys, you get the cellar. Sometimes it leaks... let me know if it does. Also, there are no more blankets or air mattresses so you're going to have to sleep on the cold stone floor—"
"Mom!" Mimi shot.
"Fine... I'll set up the Guest Room." Mimi's mom stalked off down the hallway.
"Where we were sleeping is of next to no importance." Iori interrupted. "Just skip ahead."
"No," Yamato said quickly, "This was a fun night. He should talk about it!"
"Go on with the story!" Elliot insisted.
"Girls!" Mimi yelled jumping to her feet. "Let's go to my room!"
"Why?" Miyako asked laying back on the carpeted floor.
"Because we're going to have a slumber party!" Mimi cheered.
"But what about supper?" Sora asked.
"We'll have supper after we do each other's hair!" Mimi said a bright smile spreading across her face.
"I'm not really feeling up to it." Hikari said, placing her hand on her forehead.
Mimi growled loudly, "We are all going to my bedroom and we are going to braid each other's hair and talk about boys!" She took a breath and then glared at each female in the room individually. "We will have fun—and you will stop being sick! LET'S MOVE OUT!" She suddenly stopped growling and smiled as the girls all jumped to their feet, "Don't forget your luggage and such ladies!" She skipped off and the girls all scrambled quickly to gather their things and then ran off after Mimi.
I watched as Michael's girlfriend whose name I always got wrong awkwardly followed the group of friends as they headed to Mimi's room.
"Tanya looks sad." I pointed out.
"Yeah you're right..." Michael nodded, understanding who I was talking about even though I was pretty confident that that wasn't her real name. "She does. I wonder why."
"Maybe because you won't let her speak to anyone." Iori pointed out as he too got to his feet.
"That's not true!" Michael insisted as he got to his feet too thinking that Iori was trying to look threatening. Michael stepped toward the younger boy and stared down at him. Iori was still shorter than Michael, still shorter than most of us, but he certainly had grown quite a lot since I had met him.
"Well why is it that every time I try to introduce myself to her you hide her from me?" Iori asked.
"I don't." Michael said menacingly moving, if possible, even closer toward Iori.
Koushiro jumped to his feet and jumped between the two boys pushing them away from each other before they could start a fight. I had to admit I was kind of disappointed. A fight between Michael and Iori would have been hilarious and entertaining... but it was probably better that way anyway.
"Stop being children." Koushiro ordered, "Michael you're wrong, Iori there's no real need to talk to her anyway."
"What why?" Iori asked.
"Are you saying that my girlfriend isn't worthy of speaking to?" Michael asked, now advancing on Koushiro who began stuttering and panicking, shaking his head frantically.
"No," Yamato said, "he's worried that Iori's going to get more points than him in the game."
"And he should be." Iori smirked, elbowing Koushiro playfully in the ribs.
"What?" I asked, "What game?"
"They suck at talking to people." Taichi, who was sitting next to Yamato, explained. "So they're trying to see who can talk to people more."
"I'm going to make it a habit to not talk to either of you." I laughed, "That's a dumb game... and actually if you tell people about it they're just going to be hurt. It's mean to talk to people only to win a game."
Koushiro and Iori looked to each other with sad eyes. They knew I had a point. Suddenly though, they both shrugged their shoulders and sat back down.
Ken giggled to himself from right next to them, "you two are incorrigible!"
"No—No, I'm not incorrigible." Koushiro said flatly, "Only Iori is. He's incorrigible."
"At least I'm not a know it all." Iori said, turning his back on Koushiro.
"Oh so you're pouting now?" Koushiro asked, "I thought you had been working on being more mature since our last trip to the digital world. Isn't that what Armadillomon wanted? Didn't he tell you to forgive and forget? To grow up and to be the person you were supposed to become?" I could tell that Koushiro had gone too far, I would probably have punched him right there and then if he had done something like that to me... using my digimon against me—and then I started laughing to myself. Everyone looked to me but then just ignored me, likely thinking I had gone insane.
Iori rounded on Koushiro and practically growled, "Didn't Tentomon want you to never stop learning? Well it seems to me like you're too busy flirting with Mimi to get the chance to learn anything except for what perfume she uses."
"I don't care about Mimi." Koushiro said flatly.
"Oh really?" Jou asked groggily, finally waking up, "That's not what it looked like all day today."
"Jou—" Koushiro warned.
"See?" Iori asked, "you're too busy with girls to learn. You're changing and you're stupid."
"I'm smarter than you." Koushiro snapped.
"Maybe, but at the rate you're going I'll catch up pretty quickly." Iori snarled.
"I'm smarter than both of you!" Ken added. Then, as the two of them glared at him he retracted backwards into the corner of the room, "Sorry... I wanted to be included."
"I'm smarter—" Koushiro started.
"For now!" Iori repeated, at this I started laughing harder but the others ignored me this time.
"But—"
"Guys!" Takeru shouted "Stop arguing!"
"Takeru is right!" Taichi called out, "We're supposed to be on vacation! A time for friends to be having fun together!"
"So shove a sock in it!" Yamato finished.
Silence filled the room except for my hysterical laughing and everyone slowly turned towards me and stared for a moment or two before Jou finally spoke. "What is so funny?"
"They're worse at fighting than Terriermon and Lopmon!" I managed to say while laughing.
"That's not funny." Takeru pointed out.
"I'm not bad at arguing!" Koushiro and Iori growled.
"You know..." Taichi said slowly, "I remember once when Agumon was in the real world and Mom had cooked us dinner, she had cooked a completely separate meal for Agumon and he didn't like it... he wanted the rice that she cooked for the rest of us... and the two of them started arguing and it went on for hours! It was pretty funny."
"I remember Patamon and Veemon had an amusing argument once too!" Takeru exclaimed, "They were fighting over which one was going to go with Gatomon to gather food for that picnic... but while they were arguing she just left with Armadillomon and Hawkmon..."
Complete silence filled the room this time as we all started thinking about our digimon... it wasn't a bad silence though... it was filled with memories and—
"LAME!" Elliot interjected.
"It's not lame!" Louisa argued with her brother, "They missed their friends!"
"Well why were they missing their past arguments?" Elliot asked, "Real friends and family don't argue."
"Yes they do!" Lousia snapped.
"Uh, no Lousisa... they don't."
"YES!" Lousia yelled loudly. "I'M OLDER THAN YOU! SO I'M RIGHT! YOU'RE WRONG!"
"GUYS!" Kana called out, "Stop arguing!"
"Arguing?" Elliot asked, "Huh... I guess you were right Lousia. Family's do argue..."
"Ha!" Lousia smirked, "I'm awesome."
"Anyway..." Hikari said, "Continue?" she asked me and I nodded.
Eventually Jou spoke, pulling us out of our trance, "Where the heck is Daisuke?"
We all looked around the room in confusion.
"I thought we had gone a ridiculously long time without hearing a crappy joke..." Yamato said, causing the rest of us to snicker. "I bet he's gone to spy on the girls."
"The last time I saw him was at the restaurant." I told them.
"Do you think he stayed there?" Iori, who had been with me, asked, "He did seem to still be hungry..."
"What?" Taichi asked, "When was this?"
"Earlier today." I told them. And then Iori and I explained all about earlier that day at the restaurant and all the spying.
"Hold up," Yamato said, "We didn't tell them about that."
I groaned, "That just makes my story so much longer... fine I'll explain."
"No!" Hikari smiled, "I want to do that. Just finish this and I'll tell them later."
"But it isn't important!" Iori sighed, "I'm trying to tell them how—"
"Yeah, yeah," I said, "We'll get to your part."
Iori pouted and leaned back in his chair. "Come on dad..." Kana said, "It's an interesting story, I promise we will listen very closely to your part of the story when we finally get there."
"Thank you honey," Iori smiled. Kana rolled her eyes as Lousia and Elliot laughed at Iori.
So we eventually made our way to the dining table where Mimi's mother had set out a large meal. Mimi's house reminded me of a mansion, and her dining room looked really fancy. The walls were painted a boring eggshell colour, and the floor was hardwood. The table was longer than even Michael's and would easily fit all of us. There was a fancy chandelier above the table with glass pieces hanging off of it and—
"Sounds great," Elliot said sarcastically... "Move on?"
We all sat down on one side waiting for the girls to come from their pre-slumber-party-party, and when they did I couldn't help but laugh, the others tried to hide their laughter, resulting in many snorts, but Takeru actually spit his water across the room. The girls were all dressed in frilly princess like dresses each a different colour. They're hair looked like they were each in a different time period ranging from the middle ages to the eighties to modern day (Sora's hair was too short to put up in a fancy way). But I stopped laughing when I noticed that each of their dresses matched the necklaces around their neck. Each necklace had a coloured stone surrounded by the crest of each digidestined, other than Theresa... or whatever her name was... who was wearing a gaudy heart necklace that Michael had given her.
Each of them awkwardly sat down, looking more embarrassed than I had ever seen them except for Mimi who was smiling broadly. "We're here today to—"
"Eat." Michael cut in, saving us all from one of Mimi's speeches. She looked put out but she quickly got over it as we all scooped food onto our plates.
"Where's Daisuke?" Sora asked from next to Yamato as Mimi passed her a large bowl of peas.
"Missing in action." Yamato responded. He was sitting right next to me. On my other side was Takeru who was slowly moving away from me as if I didn't notice it. Next to him was the end of the table where Taylor and Michael sat.
"That's sad..." Sora admitted, not showing any sign of sadness.
"Mimi can I change out of this—?" Hikari started.
"NO!" Mimi demanded.
"Mimi I think I'm going to die." Hikari said, "It's so tight and I can barely breathe as it is." Hikari, who was sitting right across from me reached toward her back to try and untie the bow on the back.
"Oh alright..." Mimi sighed, "If it's that painful."
"I can't reach it..." Hikari said, "Can someone help?"
I stood up and made to walk around but Takeru was already running toward her so I sat back down and allowed him to untie it. As he did so he stared between the space between Hikari's side and her arm, glaring right at me. I just looked away uncomfortably and looked to Mimi who moved toward Hikari helping her to the bedroom so she could change.
Takeru made his way to his seat and as he sat down he slid his chair even further away from me. He scowled at me for a moment but I didn't look toward him... I didn't want him to know I knew he hated me. I didn't hate him, and I he had no reason to hate me... as far as I knew. There was a silence and Iori filled it. He was sitting at one end of the table with Miyako and Ken sitting across from each other on either side of him flirting silently with each other. The only chair between Miyako and Sora was an empty one that was meant to be filled by Daisuke. Ken was next to Jou who was sleeping on the empty porcelain plate that had been set out in front of him. Jou had been sitting next to Mimi, but was now just an empty chair, and next to the chair was Koushiro, then Hikari's chair, Taichi and finally Tina and Michael.
"Hello—" Iori was clearly talking to Tina.
"Koushiro why are you watching Mimi?" Michael cut Iori off. Iori muttered a quiet "I told you so..."
"I'm not." Koushiro said. "Mimi is not here any longer."
"But she totally walked away and you watched her go." Michael explained, "I thought you said you hated her."
"I never said I hated her!" Koushiro argued.
"Yes you did..." Taichi said slowly.
"No—I said that I didn't care about her!" Koushiro exclaimed.
"Care about who?" Mimi asked as she and Hikari came back around the corner, Hikari dressed in a simple pink sundress, her hair falling around her shoulders and pinned back with a pink hair clip.
"You!" Koushiro yelled. Slamming his fists to the table.
"Excuse me?" Mimi asked loudly.
"I just meant that—" Koushiro started.
"I know what you meant." Mimi growled, "You're just shy and unsure of emotions towards your friends. It's just rude for Michael to be playing with your feelings."
Koushiro looked lost for words and as I turned towards Michael I laughed, so was he.
"You're mad at... me?" Michael asked.
Mimi nodded and sat down.
"I'm sorry Mimi!"
"So Iori," Mimi said, ignoring Michael, "I actually have nothing to talk about I just want to show Michael that I'm giving him the silent treatment."
"Mimi!" Michael sighed. Tabatha and Michael began whispering away to each other about Mimi.
"Does no one feel bad at all that Daisuke isn't here?" Taichi asked.
Before anyone could answer Iori called out "Ken! That's my foot!"
"And you waited ten minutes to tell me that?" Ken asked loudly causing Miyako to burst into laughter. Ken looked embarrassed but slowly started laughing as well. Iori looked toward Trina and tried once more to talk to her, "I'm—"
"Sora I like your hair!" Michael yelled out.
"Stop that!" Iori yelled, "I just want to meet your freaking girlfriend!"
"Michael," Trina said, "Hell—"
"Wait..." Iori said, stopping himself from meeting the girl, "Where's Meiyomon?"
A loud boom sounded and we all jumped to our feet. Iori led the way as most of us ran off towards the window of the sitting room. We looked outside and in the small yard that Mimi had Meiyomon was walking dizzily around, his clothing and the grass around him singed. He looked to us and smiled, waving.
"What a dork..." Iori sighed.
"Bed time!" Mimi's mom called out, running in and waving her hands. "Everyone go! Boys follow me!"
"But—" Iori tried.
"But nothing." Mimi's mother warned. "Whatever it is, it can wait until morning." Iori groaned, but followed the woman as the rest of us followed suit.
Next Time on How Iori Met Their Mother: Someone else tells the story. This next time thing is kinda pointless on this story huh?