Disclaimer- I do not own Digimon
This chapter is Izzy's POV, again. But, it does switch back to Mimi's POV for like the last 2 paragraphs. Now…*Sniffle* Here comes the ending...
**************************
Home - Chapter 8
"Huh?"
Mimi's voice, so obviously filled with confusion awakened me from my state of thought. My head down,
I could barely remember her words, and that of my own. But I recognized my pain...something that I thought I
had liberated myself of. Such pain, such hurt, it hadn't left me. But buried a hole, deep within my heart,
and finally, after so long, had resurfaced. I turned to Mimi, I could feel the redness forming on my cheeks, while an
embarrassed smile swept my face.
"Sorry, Mimi."
She shook her head, but I couldn't comprehend as to what she meant by it. Her words suddenly drifted
back into my memory, and I found the words to speak.
"Everyone goes through tough times, you just have to live out each one. One day, someday, your life
will complete itself again. And you will find peace within yourself. Only then are you truly happy..."
"Michael seemed so perfect...I thought my life was complete." She murmured softly.
I sighed heavily; there was that perfection again. I didn't understand why she couldn't acquire that
perfection was nearly impossible. Shifting my weight to my feet, I stood, allowing my feet to guide me
a few feet in front of her. Turning, I threw my arms out from my sides, motioning to the environment around
us.
"Perfection."
Mimi Tachikawa blinked, apparently puzzled. "I don't understand."
"Perfection." I reiterated, lowering my arms. "I believe this is the preeminent place in the world. I could
spend every waking moment here..." I blushed deeply. "...As long as I had a laptop, of course." Funny, I hadn't
been attached to that electronic device for so long...but after...
Mimi's laughter awakened me from my thoughts. She was laughing, actually laughing. It wasn't anything exceptional,
just a light chuckle, but it was laughter, nonetheless. It did not concern me that it was I who she was amused with,
I was just relieved to find she was feeling any emotion but sadness. And, for some reason, this thought made me also smile.
As I strolled back to the walk in which we sat, I saw something different in her eyes. No longer filled with pain,
they held the smallest glint of hope and realization.
She smiled, brightly by her latest standards. Though, I imagine, it was probably just a normal smile, but it brightened
up my own face more than you could know.
"Perfection. We all have our own standards? Is that it?"
I simply smiled, seating myself next to her, allowing her to continue the speech I knew was coming.
"Nothing's perfect. Not really. We just have to find the best in everyone," Her expression was changing, as she grasped more
and more of what I had been trying to make her aware of for hours. "Michael...Michael only appeared that way! He wasn't really
perfect! No, his appearance seemed that way, but actually! Actually, it wasn't love! It was in-" She blushed a bright pink, also realizing
how excited she must sound over something I had known.
What she didn't see was my intent stare, watching every expression, cherishing the way her face looked just then, so overjoyed.
I, Koushiro Izumi, had indeed made her smile. I can't express the happiness that filled my heart at the very moment
she turned to face me, her blush darkening. She hadn't noticed how close I had actually sat, and, I must admit, neither did I. Our faces
so close, I couldn't help myself. I didn't understand what I felt. Was I taking advantage of her pain? Her loss? I had to end this kiss...
I couldn't do this. Not to her.
-Mimi's POV-
Before I knew it, Izzy pressed his lips to mine. Surprised, I was. But upset, no. Just the opposite. And when he even began to
pull away, I touched my hand gently to his face, asking him not to. There was something I felt, which is indescribable. I had never felt this,
this, emotion. Not with Michael, not with anyone. And I knew he had to feel it to, he didn't pull away.
Now, I can say I've felt true love, real love. And my heart knows, finally, the difference between infatuation and deep, sincere love. Thank
you, Koushiro Izumi.
***********************
Whoa, did my original plans get messed up! Not that I can complain, though. This way turned out pretty kawaii, if I do say so myself. Anyhow, I must
thank all of you for your encouragement in all of the previous chapters. I'm not sure what I'm going to try to write next...another Kouimi? Songfic? Sequel?
I'm open for options. -Eizou
This chapter is Izzy's POV, again. But, it does switch back to Mimi's POV for like the last 2 paragraphs. Now…*Sniffle* Here comes the ending...
**************************
Home - Chapter 8
"Huh?"
Mimi's voice, so obviously filled with confusion awakened me from my state of thought. My head down,
I could barely remember her words, and that of my own. But I recognized my pain...something that I thought I
had liberated myself of. Such pain, such hurt, it hadn't left me. But buried a hole, deep within my heart,
and finally, after so long, had resurfaced. I turned to Mimi, I could feel the redness forming on my cheeks, while an
embarrassed smile swept my face.
"Sorry, Mimi."
She shook her head, but I couldn't comprehend as to what she meant by it. Her words suddenly drifted
back into my memory, and I found the words to speak.
"Everyone goes through tough times, you just have to live out each one. One day, someday, your life
will complete itself again. And you will find peace within yourself. Only then are you truly happy..."
"Michael seemed so perfect...I thought my life was complete." She murmured softly.
I sighed heavily; there was that perfection again. I didn't understand why she couldn't acquire that
perfection was nearly impossible. Shifting my weight to my feet, I stood, allowing my feet to guide me
a few feet in front of her. Turning, I threw my arms out from my sides, motioning to the environment around
us.
"Perfection."
Mimi Tachikawa blinked, apparently puzzled. "I don't understand."
"Perfection." I reiterated, lowering my arms. "I believe this is the preeminent place in the world. I could
spend every waking moment here..." I blushed deeply. "...As long as I had a laptop, of course." Funny, I hadn't
been attached to that electronic device for so long...but after...
Mimi's laughter awakened me from my thoughts. She was laughing, actually laughing. It wasn't anything exceptional,
just a light chuckle, but it was laughter, nonetheless. It did not concern me that it was I who she was amused with,
I was just relieved to find she was feeling any emotion but sadness. And, for some reason, this thought made me also smile.
As I strolled back to the walk in which we sat, I saw something different in her eyes. No longer filled with pain,
they held the smallest glint of hope and realization.
She smiled, brightly by her latest standards. Though, I imagine, it was probably just a normal smile, but it brightened
up my own face more than you could know.
"Perfection. We all have our own standards? Is that it?"
I simply smiled, seating myself next to her, allowing her to continue the speech I knew was coming.
"Nothing's perfect. Not really. We just have to find the best in everyone," Her expression was changing, as she grasped more
and more of what I had been trying to make her aware of for hours. "Michael...Michael only appeared that way! He wasn't really
perfect! No, his appearance seemed that way, but actually! Actually, it wasn't love! It was in-" She blushed a bright pink, also realizing
how excited she must sound over something I had known.
What she didn't see was my intent stare, watching every expression, cherishing the way her face looked just then, so overjoyed.
I, Koushiro Izumi, had indeed made her smile. I can't express the happiness that filled my heart at the very moment
she turned to face me, her blush darkening. She hadn't noticed how close I had actually sat, and, I must admit, neither did I. Our faces
so close, I couldn't help myself. I didn't understand what I felt. Was I taking advantage of her pain? Her loss? I had to end this kiss...
I couldn't do this. Not to her.
-Mimi's POV-
Before I knew it, Izzy pressed his lips to mine. Surprised, I was. But upset, no. Just the opposite. And when he even began to
pull away, I touched my hand gently to his face, asking him not to. There was something I felt, which is indescribable. I had never felt this,
this, emotion. Not with Michael, not with anyone. And I knew he had to feel it to, he didn't pull away.
Now, I can say I've felt true love, real love. And my heart knows, finally, the difference between infatuation and deep, sincere love. Thank
you, Koushiro Izumi.
***********************
Whoa, did my original plans get messed up! Not that I can complain, though. This way turned out pretty kawaii, if I do say so myself. Anyhow, I must
thank all of you for your encouragement in all of the previous chapters. I'm not sure what I'm going to try to write next...another Kouimi? Songfic? Sequel?
I'm open for options. -Eizou
