Mimi woke up to the sounds of birds chirping happily in the azure sky. As soon as she opened her eyes, the sun greeted her with a golden glaze that shined down toward the earth. Mimi blinked and started to notice that her friends had just laid her on the beach. She was covered with sand. She brushed some of the sand off of her dress. Her hand reached up to her brown hair and immediately thought, Oh great, my hair must be a mess.
It took about two minutes for her to realize that something was wrong.
Mimi blinked and looked at the dress she was wearing. It was a pink long-sleeved dress, covered in white flowers. It was a full length dress, the kind that she hated. She didn't like wearing long skirts. Besides, she remembered that she was wearing a pink bathing suit. She knew this. Then why was she wearing a dress?
Her hair wasn't even the slightest bit damp. She had just come from the ocean.
Her hair would dry up, but it would've taken a while. Mimi shivered, as she remembered the horrible surrounding water that pressed her deep into the ocean floor. Bubbles burst around her. There was no air, no oxygen to help her burning lungs. Some how, she new that she was pulled to shore by someone. "Where is everyone?" she wondered aloud. "No one could have left me here.... could they?"
Mimi got up and walked up the secluded beach to where her beach house was.
"My friends will be there," she told herself, feeling the sand squeeze between her bare toes. "Uck, and I can't wait to get out of this dress!" She glanced down at it.
When she finally got up to the house, she turned the knob, ready to walk in and
ask everyone why they had left her out there. To her surprise, the knob was stuck. The door was locked.
She rang the door bell and knocked on the door. When there was no answer, she did it again. And again. And again. Finally, she just went over to the side where she knew there was a window. Mimi looked inside the house, and her eyes widened in shock.
It was empty. No furniture. No boxes. No people.
Mimi stepped away from the house and ran over to the other side where she her
family had parked their van. There was no van. She sat on the front steps, bewildered. "They couldn't have when back to Odaiba without me, could they? I mean... to just leave me out there, on the beach, with an ugly dress on.... Why, that's so mean!" she exclaimed to nobody. "Koushiro... where are you? I need you, Koushiro..." she whispered. Then, she stood up. "There's got to be a phone somewhere," she realized.
With the rocky sense of dirt under her bare feet, she walked towards the
boardwalk that was about five miles down from where she was right now. The breeze blew. She shivered, and wrapped her arms around herself. "Not only is this dress ugly, but the material is thin," she muttered.
When she looked up ahead of her, something caught her eye. It was the
movement of people. Three people. Two of them were boys. Tall. One of them had
blonde hair and blue eyes- eyes that were as blue as the sky above her. He had the body of a basketball player. The other one had black hair and dark eyes, serious and brooding. Mimi, Guardian of Purity, felt innocence rise from the two of them. Especially the girl. The girl was shorter than them and was holding hands with the blonde. Her auburn hair was shoulder-length, and was held to the side with pink barrettes. Her crimson eyes reflected the sun, and she walked with confidence between her two friends.
They seemed vaguely familiar to Mimi.
"Um, hello? Konnichiwa!" she called out to the three, waving her hand in the air.
They had caught site of her. The two boys looked surprised. Shocked, even. Mimi
sensed fear. The girl with them had fear, yes, but another sense. Pity? Relief? Mimi couldn't tell what it was.
As the threesome got closer, they became more familiar to Mimi, but she still
couldn't quite place them.
"Mimi..." the black-haired boy whispered in shock.
"She knew... how did she...?" the blonde stammered, looking back and forth
toward Mimi and the auburn-haired girl. The girl showed sadness in her eyes as tears started to well up. Her eyes also had a confident sense to them. As if she knew that something was very right.
"Um, hi," Mimi said to them, feeling slightly self-conscious of them staring at her. How did they know my name? "Um, I want to know where a phone is? See, my friends sorta of, um," she laughed nervously, "left me here that the beach. I just woke up, and I couldn't find any of them. So I'd appreciate it if you-"
"You don't remember," said the girl, sadly. "Do you, Mimi?"
Mimi stared.
"I knew this would happen." The girl stepped away from her friends. "I told you, Mimi. I told you not to go far into the ocean."
Hikari? Mimi thought dizzily. It can't be! Hikari is in elementary school. This
girl looks as if she'd be about sixteen-years-old! She squinted at the girl. She had
Hikari's features: her hair, eyes, face. But she knew it wasn't her. It was impossible. Mimi looked at the girl's friends. They looked like Ken and Takeru. Both had their features, too, only they were older. It can't be, she thought. They're not this old!
"Who are you?" Mimi demanded. Her voice was shaking. "Where are my
parents? My friends? What did you do to Koushiro? I swear, if you hurt any of them, I'll..." Her threat hung in the air. The trio didn't look intimidated. They tended to get upset by the moment.
"We came back, Mimi," the girl said, "because this is the anniversary. Your
anniversary. No one else had the nerve to come. We were the only ones. I thought this would happen sometimes, but I didn't tell anyone. No offense, guys," she added, looking at her friends. "But I knew that no one would believe me." Her voice was calm and serious.
Mimi just stared. "Nani?"
"Mimi, it's me, Hikari," the girl said.
She closed her eyes. No... this is not Hikari....
"And Takeru and Ken, too," the blonde said, taking the hand of the girl who
claimed she was Hikari.
No... it can't be... Impossible...
Mimi opened her eyes. "Fine. If you're really them, then prove it!"
The trio looked at each other. Slowly, they each pulled out something from their pockets. Each of them black, pink, and green.
Mimi sucked in her breath. D-3's....
She felt like she was about ready to faint. "Hikari...? Takeru...? Ken...?" she
whimpered softly, falling to her knees.
"Today is the anniversary, Mimi," Ken said, repeating what Hikari said a few
moments ago.
"It's the anniversary," Hikari said quietly, "of the day you died."
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A/N: Yes, I know this chapter is short. The next one will be longer o.o;
