Hello everyone again. I am Japan ** Mel! * bows * This is my parody of the classic story Cinderella. It's probably very different than you imagine. If anyone has done something this, my deep apologies, I did not know. This is for Valentine's day but unfortunately it probably won't appear until later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy no matter when you read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or the story of Cinderella. However if someone's "feelin' lucky" today, I assure you: I'm not very lucky. Don't Sue!
Sincere Mimi
Prelude
Mimi Tachikawa lived a happy life. After all when you were a seven-year-old with a big house, a loving mother and father and a carefree personality, who wouldn't be happy? Her father was a merchant who sold clothes in Diyko, their town's city. Her mother designed the clothes and always kept up with the latest fashions and trends. They made a great team and could always afford something for their precious daughter. It was from them that Mimi got her love for clothing.
Unfortunately, Mimi's mother was sick. She had spent do many years working in isolated, hot rooms working on designs, that she had one day gotten a severe fever. No one ever decided to tell Mimi, not wishing to scare her, they just kept hoping her mother would get better. She never did.
It was, of course, a very sad day when her mother died. Mimi and her whole family had cried until the salty tears couldn't come out anymore. Secretly, Mimi just wished she had known, so to help more and really say good-bye.
Mr. Tachikawa was worried about his daughter. She had always grown up with two parents; how would she feel now? It was especially bad because now that her Mother was gone and couldn't design the clothes anymore, he would have to work extra long and would hardly have enough time for Mimi.
Finally he decided there were three choices. The first choice was to hire someone to do the job of designing the clothes, the second was to marry another woman so she could take care of Mimi while he was at work, and the third option was to leave things as it was.
Probably the most sensible choice was to hire some to design the clothes. Perhaps then, if it were a lady, they would fall in love and get married. Everything would be perfect…except the fact that Mr. Tachikawa couldn't do it. No one would be good enough to replace the designing. No matter what, he knew he would turn down every one who applied. His wife had a taste for fashion that only Mimi could match, but a seven-year-old girl couldn't work in such conditions. No, he wouldn't lose both girls in his life.
Mr. Tachikawa certainly couldn't leave things, as it would be. Mimi needed another parent. She needed a mother who would help her with her homework, help her buy and pick out clothes, help Mimi with the cooking and cleaning, and one day explain "feminine issues" to her. So it was settled, after a long time of grieving and one parent, he would find a wife. It didn't even need to be real love, just someone he got along with and would take care of her. Maybe even a woman with children so Mimi would have someone to play with. Yes, that would be the plan.
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One year later
Mimi worked gracefully in the house, sweeping the floor and thinking of her family. Her father had been in and out of the house on his business trips, and this time I said he had a surprise for her. Mimi wasn't actually sure what the surprise would be, but she didn't care as long as she had her dad back. When he was gone she was a family of one. The neighbors would always come over to check on her, of course, but they weren't her blood, her life.
She moved on until she reached the window by the front door. She stopped her work and peered out the window, looking for her father. Sure enough, in only a few moments, a carriage had pulled up in front of the house. She dropped her broom and raced outside. The door of the carriage opened revealing her father and he caught Mimi in his arms. The two of them embraced until someone behind them cleared their voice. Mr. Tachikawa put Mimi down and went up to the carriage to help three women out of the car. Mimi gasped.
"Father?" He smiled at his angel.
"Mimi, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Nito," he motioned to the oldest women and then the two younger ones next to her, "and her girls, Tyla and Krista."
"But why are they here Father?" Mimi asked. Ms. Nito answered that one, "Why little Mimi, your father and I are getting married. I am his fiancé!" She turned to look at Mr. Tachikawa; "I'm surprised you didn't mention this to her earlier, Miles."
Mr. Tachikawa, now Miles, cupped his hands around hers, "For Mimi it was a surprise." He turned at looked at his daughter, "Won't it be fun living together? Four women and a male! Imagine what our house will look like with five people."
"Don't forget our servants, Miles."
"Servants?" Mimi asked, "We've never had servants!" She was starting to hate these new people more and more. "Father can I talk to you?"
"Of course, as a matter of fact, let's all go inside." So Ms. Nito, Tyla and Krista picked up their handbags and followed Miles and Mimi in. Mimi and her father were walking together so Mimi just plainly spat out that she didn't like the new people and she wished he would call of the wedding. Miles didn't like that idea, "No, Mimi. They will be our new family and you will love it. You will even be in the wedding! In time you will grow to love it, I guarantee it!"
Mimi wished she could believe him, but she was pretty sure she would never like the new people.
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In the Castle
Mimi's family wasn't the only one talking of weddings that day, the King and Queen of Diyko were discussing their son's future. They sorted through pictures of any person who was worthy of marring the prince.
"Too short, too poor, too fat, too skinny, too pale, too brown, too blonde, too tall," the queen sighed not finding a suitable match. "It's just too hard to find a match these days."
"Dear, he's only 10, he has eight more years until he most be betrothed. I'm pretty sure that all the girls will look better by then," the king commented, "plus I'm pretty sure he doesn't like girls that much."
"True, true, but rather sooner than later," she defended as she watched the prince playing model figures with his Trusted and BodyGuard. However they seemed to play differently, flipping the small figures and making them do gymnastics moves. Queen Sora wasn't sure if they were learning the techniques or just playing.
"I suppose your right, Dear." King Taichi mumbled, "you're always right." Then joined the boys with their game.
All right, I wanted to have the whole story but I wanted to post this sooner, so there will be like one or two more chapters. Oh yeah, if you read this you must review! I like to know what you think of my stories. Thanks! Ja!