A/N: Sorry for the really long time to update this. Here's Chapter 1.
To Takeru Takaishi's Gurl, I'm sorry I didn't know you already did something like this. However, I really wanted to continue. Anyway, I think our ideas are a little different. I read your story and it was also good. If you want to do another Cinder Mimi, Cinder Kari, or Cinder Sora I think you should do it anyway.
Thank you to: AllIWan4XmasIzU, I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks for a really nice conversation too.
To anyone else, who inspired, helped, or reviewed. Thank You.
I don't own Digimon, the characters, or anything about it.
8 years after Prelude
Sixteen year old Mimi Tachikawa sat on the wet, morning dew, grass. She stared up at the tree in front of her. It was the nicest of all trees with both green and gold leaves hanging from its branches, signifying the beginning of autumn. But what lay at the roots of the tree was the thing that differed this tree from the others, two plaques. On one, there was a silhouette picture of a very beautiful woman and on the other a strong and handsome man. Mimi's face saddened looking at the pictures and tried to squeeze back tears. "I miss you, Mother and Father," her gentle voice said, "but it's so hard here. I wish I could be with you." And she stood up as a small breeze passed the area and started the gentle music of the wind chime. But the sweet sounds it played seemed sad that morning. Mimi, noticing the sound, looked up at the tree and gave a knowing smile that plainly said "thank you". However this peaceful moment was interrupted by a shrill voice.
"Sincere Mimi!" It called. Mimi sighed at the name and the voice.
"Coming Nito-Mother," she called back, "coming Tyla and Krista."
With that she ran inside, on her way to Nito-Mother's room. One might think that Mimi ought to have called the woman Stepmother rather than Nito-Mother, and Mimi had. But then her father died (from what the Doctors said was because of heartache and remarrying again too soon). Plus because Ms. Nito never formally changed her name to Mrs. Tachikawa, to Mimi's pleasure, it was easier to call her Nito-Mother. And as for "Sincere Mimi", it was a rude nickname the three girls used on her because her truthfulness and honesty.
Mimi climbed up the stairs and flung open her stepmother's door. "How may I help you?" She asked.
"Sincere Mimi, for breakfast I shall like two eggs, hardboiled, two slices of white toast and my morning drink." Mimi's answer came with a cold smile. "As for the girls, Tyla will have a two egg, vegetable omelet and no cheese. Hopefully that'll help that fat girl. Yes, and Krista will have another two egg omelet. Give her extra cheese. Milk for both girls too. Now hurry!" Mimi always did as told and raced downstairs to the kitchen.
The kitchen door swung heavily open as Mimi rushed through the door. Their cook and servant, Miyako, was in the kitchen waiting. "What do they want today, Hun?" she asked.
"Eggs. Two hardboiled. Two, two egg omelets. One with veggies no cheese the other with only extra cheese. Two milks, two toasts on white and some wine." Mimi spilled out.
Miyako clicked her tongue as she started cooking, "Poor child, you could be a waitress."
"I wish I was, it's better than being here."
"Yeah. Who would have thought a mother would actually have her stepdaughter slave for her?"
"Certainly not me," Mimi thought. It was a little weird. Nito-Mother had always said that she was enslaving Mimi for her own well being and to earn her keeps because she was letting her stay. Apparently, Mimi didn't have enough money to pay for herself and all the money Nito-Mother spent on Mimi (which was very little); Mimi had to earn back in work. The very strange thing was that Mr. Tachikawa had been rich; which was probably the reason Ms. Nito married him in the first place. Mimi just figured her stepmother needed another servant to do the work and would make up any lie to have it her way. She was right.
While Mimi was caught up in her thinking Miyako had been cooking like a madwoman and finished the food. "Done." She announced bringing Mimi back.
"All right. Hey wait, where's Dai?" Mimi noticed looking around.
"Oh that's right. The poor child is sleeping," Miyako explained, "Ms. Nito had him run into town at midnight. Something about needing cough medicine." She gave a sympathetic look, "Daisuke came back at two in the morning! I'm letting him sleep in. I hope you don't mind if you his do extra work?"
Mimi smiled, "No I don't mind at all. Working is pretty fun actually."
"What a sweet thing you are. Now if you don't mind, it's Dai's job to bring up the food, so here you go, Doll," she said handing her the breakfast. Mimi took it and brought it upstairs to her "family". The cook just smiled at looked at the gifted teen. "Such a sweet girl," she murmured.
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The Prince of Diyako yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. He glanced at the alarm clock; it was 9 in the morning. A sigh escaped the prince. "Another day in the life of me. The prince. Oh joy." He thought sarcastically. Many people would have given anything to be who he was. It was thought that it was easy to be the prince: an average day's schedule would be waking up late, doing easy studies, after playing your heart out and then going to bed whenever you felt like it. If the townsfolk had known that it was harder and very little decisions in being a ruler they wouldn't want to be like them or look up to them. Therefore making them harder to control. The prince figured a peasant made more decisions in a month than he would in a week. So he just stayed there, gazing out the window at the beautiful landscape of the kingdom he watched over. And the places he was hardly ever allowed to visit.
"Hey-lo?" Came a laughing voice from the redheaded man in the doorway. He smiled, "In La-La land again?"
The prince laughed along with him. "Oops. Yeah, I guess someone my age should stop that, eh?"
The look on the redhead's face softened, "No. Even I stare off sometimes. I don't blame you, living like you do," he winked, "not that I wouldn't mind."
"But you see, when you 'leave us mentally', it's because you're thinking of girls. Of course you are 21, what else would you think of? Some Trusted you are!"
"You don't mean that do you? But look at you, you're 18! Shouldn't you be thinking of girls too?"
The prince glared at him and the Trusted stared back. The two boys started laughing at this point. It was like a daily routine to go through conversations like that in the morning.
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Mimi found herself, for the second time in the morning, in her stepmother's room. Mimi bowed to the woman and placed the plate of food on a tray that lay on top of her satin covered knees. "Thank you, Sincere Mimi," she said to her, "now go to my children's rooms. They're famished you know." Nito-Mother continued in a dramatic way. Mimi nodded and exited the room.
She walked down the hallway until she stood in front of a big purple and pink decorated door. She pressed her ear to the door and listened to see if they were awake. Her eyes widened as she easily noticed they were awake, by the tune the girls were singing. Mimi let out a light growl as she heard the song, the song they'd been singing since her father died.
"Sincere Mimi, never told a lie.
Broke a nail and started to cry.
Poor, little, servant girl,
Dressed in pink.
D…" Mimi absolutely hated that song. It was so stereotypical and so bizarre at the same time. True, she was a very honest person (hence the nickname Sincere Mimi) and she had been very picky in the beginning. But if you looked at her now, you could tell that she was stronger! She had learned to become flexible and to hold her feelings, yet they insisted on repeating their song. To any game that had a little tune, jumping rope, playing hopscotch, and playing silly clapping games. The rhyme would continue to echo in Mimi's ear.
Mimi cut the song off as she barged into their room. "Food is here!" Mimi announced in an almost too sweet tone. She put the tray of food of food on their center table, keeping the cover on top. The last glance she saw, was Tyla and Krista coming to the table, before she closed the door. Mimi, however, pressed her ear to the door, once again, to only chuckle happily as she heard her stepsister's loud moans as they saw the food choices their mother had picked up.
Mimi wiped her hands together her work was done here.
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The Prince bowed lowly to the people sitting in another great room. "Good morning," he addressed before taking his own seat, "I hope you didn't wait too long for me, Mother and Father."
The fancy dressed woman nodded in reply. "I trust you slept well."
His father smiled warmly, less formal then the woman. "Good morning! Care for some breakfast?"
"Of course! After all you know what they say?"
The queen passed motioned to the servant to bring him some food. "If you're going to skip breakfast…."
"…eat something first." King Taichi interrupted with a wink.
"So I'm just stuck no matter what." The prince reasoned. All three royalties laughed.
Queen Sora stopped her laughing first though. Her voice became very firm and she continued the conversation. "As you know, you are 18 already, Prince. And you know, your father and I can't wait forever."
"True, son, you've promised us a wife before you turn nineteen. I have yet to see you have interest in any girl!" Taichi said after he, too, sobered up.
"Mother, Father!" The prince sighed, "Please can you just wait a little longer? I'm not going to marry for any other reason besides love."
"Oh why not?" Sora pouted
"Yes, why not? Your mother and I turned out fine?"
"Look, I'm not marrying to increase land, increase power, increase friendship, or to increase grandchildren," each time he mentioned something, another finger was pulled out. Although, his face shaped into a smile, "those will just be pluses!"
- His parents gave in. "Fine!" They mumbled together. "We'll trust you."
- "You have one month to find a suitable wife." Taichi told him.
- "But until then, here's some ideas," A stack of papers was pulled out revealing pictures and paragraphs about most available princesses and duchesses in the region.
- "Mother! Ahh!" The prince screamed storming out of the room.
- "Son!" Queen Sora called to him. Thinking, she motioned for an armored man in the corner. His blonde hair was uncovered and his bright blue eyes twinkled.
- "Bodyguard Yamato, make sure my son doesn't go anywhere or get hurt."
- "Yes, your highness." Yamato the bodyguard bowed to them. "Prince Jyou!" The bodyguard called the name, running out of the room. He left two worried parents alone still at the breakfast table. Toast and coffee still on their plate.
- All right, I know it was short so I'm sorry. This'll be 4 parts. Hopefully, I can finish this up quickly. Also sorry this isn't Mimato, it'll be Mimoe/Jyoumi. That's the couple I believe in, but maybe I'll make a Yamato + Mimi story sometime.
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