The Girl in the Mirror (2) by Child of the Faeries

I never thought I'd write one of those Digimon/Human fics....*sighs* oh well.. an idea came to me, and I went with it. So sue me....I know this is a weird fic, and this chapter is filled with utmost confusion on my part.. but I like it. Mimi has found a dark side within herself that she never knew she possessed, but her heart refuses to let go to a lingering memory in the past....



Mimi sat on the grass alone, the wind whispering things gently in her ears. She sighed, contented in this world. There were no problems here, no broken hearts and lost dreams. No angry tears staining her pillows, angry words coming from her mouth. No bitterness rising in her eyes.

Inside and out, her countenance was tranquil, reflecting on everything. In her hands she played with a small flower, pulling gently on the petals.

"It's getting late," she remarked to Daemon, noting the gorgeous red sun sinking behind the horizon. "We need to find some place to spend the night."

Daemon gave her a lazy grin. He moved to her side, his eyes flashing brightly. "Close your eyes," he instructed softly, his hands taking hold of hers. "Let go of all your coherent thoughts, and let them drift away. They no longer matter." He gazed at her figure, his eyes growing distant and cold.

She gasped as she rose in the air, her hair fanning out like serpents. They swirled outwards, and she screamed in pain. When her eyes flew opened, there was a flash of blue lightening, and she tumbled to the ground, her blue dress covering her face.

"You can get up," Daemon said, a hint of laughter in his voice. The ground felt cold against her warm flesh, and as she rose, she was surprised to find marble, not grass.

"What?" she said, spinning in a confused circle. Where trees, grass, and flowers had stood just moments before was a large marble ballroom. Red velvet drapes covered the huge windows, and candlelight flickered from every corner of the room.

"You wished it here," Daemon said softly. "You just haven't realized your power yet."

"My power?" Mimi said slowly, as if testing the words.

"The power I have given you," Daemon said a bit harshly. "I can take it away." Something ugly reared up in his eyes, unnoticed by him, and unstoppable.A cloud of darkness covered him, like a shroud.

Mimi's eyes sprang open in fear. "What's going on?" she whispered fearfully, moving a step away from him.

His human face contorted horrifically, and for a moment his body flickered. Bracing his arms, he glared at her, brushing his black hair from in front of his eyes. "I am darkness incarnate," he said slowly, choosing his words well. " I feed off the darkness of fear. The darkness of hate. The darkness of greed." His eyes fell on her, and she felt the darkness ascend into her soul, dimming the light that shone brightly in her eyes.

She suddenly knew what Yamato had felt like when he had left the group, her hope, love, heart being wrenched from within. She could see the world as Ken had seen it, pitiless and cruel, people being fools.

"I have more power than you would ever believe," Daemon said coldly, his face shining with insincerity. "And yet all I ever wanted was to be real, like you. To feel emotions and love and experience life."

"You could change," Mimi breathed deeply, her heart racing inside her body. He reached out, pulling her close. She struggled slightly, turning her head from him, but he was stronger and held her where she was.

His eyes were filled with fury and agony as he pulled her face closer to his, darkness clouding the light as their lips met. Sparks emitted from his eyes.

Mimi screamed, her whole body wracked with pain, washing over her like hot coals. It felt like her soul was being ripped right out of her frame...

As the darkness swept over her one last time, she felt herself giving up. She could see Daemon in her mind, cloaked by eternal darkness. A vampire. Dreamslayer. His eyes were mocking her.

"Ya....Yamato..." she breathed softly, feeling her feet give out from underneath her. She was tumbling towards the ground at a sickening rate, her lips still burning from where Daemon kissed her.

Then all went black.

Daemon licked his lips nervously as he gazed at the huddled mass of flesh that was laying on the ground at his feet. "I can never change," he muttered sullenly. " I wish I could... but I can't."

Gently he lifted Mimi up and kissed the back of her neck, feeling the darkness pump through her veins like blood.



His cold blue eyes were focused on the ocean, inhaling deeply from the cigarette he held aloft in trembling hands. His confusion swirled slowly away as the nicotine settled in the very marrow of his bones, and he was able to read the letter he held in his hands once more.

His eyes scanned the paper, skipping the opening trivialities about Koushiro and Miyako's wedding. His heart jumping like a jackhammer, he felt his fingers fall on the lines once more. "Yamato... let it go. Mimi's gone. She's never coming back."

A curse slipped through his parched lips, and he inhaled once from his cigarette. Was Koushiro right? Had Mimi really vanished without a trace?

"How long ago was it that I last saw you?" he mumbled out loud. "Six years? Seven? Where did you go, Mimi-chan?" His face was filled with confusion. "I needed you."

In his mind he could still see her like it was yesterday, her pink hair falling gently in front of her face while she gazed at him in open adoration...He had always loved the way her eyes sparkled like cinnamon in the light, and the way her slender hand fit perfectly into his.

His thoughts fell quicker now, creating a huge tidewave that consumed everything and left him feeling empty and alone. It had been seven years since she disappeared from the school bathroom without a word.

"I know you're out there," he said softly, a tear falling from his eye. Throwing his cigarette to the ground, he crushed it roughly under his shoe and headed towards the subway station.




Years passed in a matter of moments, and while Mimi knew there was something different about her, she didn't care about what it was. Her jaded eyes searched the mansion, looking for Daemon. Fingering through her memories, she could vaguely remember kissing him... and after that, everything was a blur.

She sat beside the reflecting pool, smiling at how beautiful she had grown. Even now, her cheekbones seemed higher, and she carried her head with a graceful refinement. Her darkened eyes flickered slightly as she dipped her fingers in the water, letting a few drops dance across her skin.

Jyou. Jyou had always hated the water.

She blinked, surprised by her sudden thoughts of home, and comfort. Everything seemed so alien here.

Sora, her laughter rising high above the cheerful campfire.

"Go away," Mimi whispered brokenly.

Yamato playing the harmonica, his blond hair ruffling in the wind. His hand reaching to catch her when she fell.

"Fools," she said slowly, her face darkening. She suddenly looked less lovely, filled with a vengeance. "Leave me alone! I am happy here!" Her voice was choked. "I'm happy here!"

Daemon's hands found their way around her waist, and she shuddered. "Did I scare you?" he asked, his face thoughtful.

She shook her head. He seemed to glow with an unholy light, more alive than ever before.

She flicked her fingers, and platters laden with food appeared, floating precariously in the air. "Hungry?"

He waved his hand, and the food disappeared. "I don't need to eat." Her face betrayed her sudden flash of anger. He turned around, his eyes glowing even brighter now. "You are angry with me. Why?"

"I'm not angry with you," she replied somberly. "I'm angry at someone else."

"Now, who could this person be?" Daemon mused out loud, his voice teasing. A golden harmonica appeared in the air, flashing and spinning. "Not our dear Yamato, surely."

An angry dark wave flew from Mimi's side and crushed the illusion of the harmonica into golden cinders. "I guess that answers my own question," he said, his voice a bit perturbed.

Mimi looked at the floor. "When we were younger, he always stood up for me, no matter if I was right or wrong. And when I broke into tears, unable to continue, it was him that dried them on his sleeve, promising sunrays and happy days were right around the bend. He believed in me," she whispered, looking up at Daemon sadly. "But I knew he was no good for me, I knew that he would break my heart." She lowered her head slightly, clearing her throat. "I didn't care. I was willing to roll the dice of chance to gain his affection... and I guess I lost."

A small smiled crossed Mimi's face.... dark and twisted. She turned towards Daemon, her eyes glittering with menace. "I want to bring him here."

Daemon's eyes flew open, but he said nothing for a great while. "He would destroy the serenity of this mirror world," he said softly. "This world merely mirrors what the other world, the real world, tends to hide in the shadows."

"I know this," Mimi said through gritted teeth. "But you said I could have anything I wanted. And I want Yamato. Now."

Daemon licked his lips. Her greed and anger was making him stronger. "If that is what you truly want," he said slowly, lifting his hands in front of him. A huge ball of liquid blue fire twisted in his hands, and he stretched it above his head, Mimi watching in awe as he ripped a hole between the two worlds.

On the other side, Mimi could hear the laughter of children. How strange it sounded. Cars and buses zoomed up the street, honking and screeching. The multitude of voices melted together, creating an continuous stream of noise.

Mimi blinked, and waves of energy circled around the two of them, blowing the drapes in the air and sending chairs spiraling to the other side of the room. The sheer malevolence frightened something in the back of Mimi's mind, but she turned away from it, laughter welling up her heart. She laughed coarsely, and the violence increased.

Finally Daemon lowered his hands, and the winds died down. He gazed emptily at Mimi with an odd look of sadness etched across his face. "It is done."

At his feet lay the huddled mass that was Yamato.



"Yamato." At the sound of her voice, he stirred, rubbing his head slightly. That was one heck of a nightmare...

"You're so different," Mimi whispered in horror, scarcely believing her eyes. Before her was not the Yamato she had left. He was older now... in his late twenties. His face was gaunt and tiredly looking, his body fully developed and strong.

He looked at her, as if trying to remember her face from the back on his mind. Finally he opened his lips, only mouthing the words. "Mimi...."

"What are you going to do with him?" Daemon asked softly, his voice filled with worry. Mimi had forgotten he was in the room.

"I will make him pay for all of the sins he committed against me," she whispered in a venomous voice. "I will see that he suffers." With a swish of her dress, she turned away.

Yamato's face betrayed his confusion. "Mimi-"

Daemon stepped in front of him, and Yamato recoiled. "What are you doing here? And what do you want with Mimi?" Yamato whispered, and Daemon's eyes glittered demonically.

"You are intruding in a world you do not belong," Daemon hissed. "But I shall have my fun while Mimi torments you." For a moment, his face appeared weary. "Do you know what her last word was before my darkness consumed her soul?" Yamato shook his head. "She cried out for you to help her. But you did not help her then, and you cannot help her now."

"What do you mean?"

"I am the keeper of her soul now. I give her anything she wants. Anything. How could you even begin to compare to me?" Daemon asked, his tone mocking.

"Mimi would never join you," Yamato spat out contemptuously, and Daemon laughed.

"You've been away for many years, sweet, honest Yamato. Times have changed. I have changed her. She now bears a darkness that cannot be stopped, and she will remain at my side forever."

Yamato felt a shift of anger rise in his soul, a thrust of power that had been absent for many years. It was like his anger was consuming him, drowning him in a lake of fire, and the dangerous flames danced in his eyes. "I will not accept that."

Daemon laughed again cruelly. "She is not the girl you once knew. She loves me now."

"No." Yamato's voice was strong. "I've been separated from her for years now, and you ripped her life away from her. She will turn against you, because she loves me."

Daemon's thoughts began to swirl inside his head. "Is that the best you can do?" he screamed, fury in his eyes. He rose his hand and flung Yamato into the hall, a table crashing into him. "You have no power over her."

"I will take you on anytime for Mimi," Yamato said shakily, wiping the blood from in front of his eyes. A large gash ran down his face.

"I will kill you now," Daemon screamed, red hate in his voice.

"Daemon." Her voice was like cold water down their spines. Mimi's eyes flashed as she walked between them. She looked at Yamato, his body bruised and battered from where the table connected with him.

She turned towards Daemon, her eyes only a slit. Yamato sighed in relief, knowing that she was stop this insanity.

Her smile didn't settle his nerves any. "He is mine to destroy. Do you understand? MINE. I don't want to catch you touching him ever again," she said bitterly, and the air around them fell a few degrees colder.

"Mimi.....I......" Daemon hung his head low.

"I will kill him when the time comes," she replied, extinguishing all hope that remained in Yamato's eyes.



Yamato sat alone in an abandoned hallway, watching a spider spin it's web. He had been alone for several hours, and found the silence comforting.

"Why didn't you come when I needed you?" Mimi's voice asked hesitantly from the shadows. "I was all alone and scared."

Yamato turned suddenly to face her. "I tried. But no one would help me."

"So you left me here to die? In the hands of Daemon? I thought you were a better friend than that." Her voice was frigid.

"Mim-" Yamato broke off, staring into her eyes. When he spoke, his voice sounded broken. "Do you love him?"

Mimi stepped out of the shadows, her newly acquired silver dress shimmering in the dim lighting. "As much as a prisoner can love her captor."

"He gives you whatever freedom you want," Yamato said softly, and Mimi's eyes glimmered, as if she was about to cry.

" He gives me power.... but with that power, he denies the one thing that I truly long for." She glared at him, her fragile veil of innocence fading. "You still don't understand, do you?"

Yamato's eyes gazed at her openly.

She flung her fist against the wall, smashing it against the cold stone. "I wanted your love," she hissed. "Your affection. I wanted you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you loved me because I was beautiful and sweet and wonderful." She choked back tears. "I wanted you to say the words."

"Talk is cheap- it doesn't mean anything," Yamato said, his voice growing equally cold. "I once knew a girl who was so sweet and kind that everyone loved her for who she was. There was something different about her- a place deep within my chaffed heart responded to her sincerity, and I wanted to tell her how I felt." He looked up, catching her eye.

"But every time I got up the nerve, I would remember what happened to my family. Love doesn't exist." He looked away. "Talk IS cheap, Mimi-chan... and saying the words doesn't make them real."

She cursed at him, spitting on the ground. "That is why you will die," she sneered, turning away and disappearing down the hallways. But inside her heart was breaking.

Once she had gone far enough away, she leaned against the wall and let huge, salty tears roll from her eyes. Yamato was such a stranger that she barely knew him anymore.. and yet... when she looked into her eyes.... her knees felt weak.

She cursed him again, sliding to the floor. "I never should have make Daemon bring you here. It's not safe."



"What are you doing?" Mimi asked, peering over Daemon's shoulder. He was huddled over a few bubbling tubes of chemicals, his handsome face racked with wrinkles.

"I'm working on a formula to turn me human," Daemon said, giving her a sympathetic grin. "This...form isn't real, you know," he said, gesturing down at his humanesque body. "It's just an illusion."

"Why does it matter so much that you are a human?" Mimi asked. "I love you for who you are, not who you pretend to be."

Silence reigned through out the room. "I can tell you still love him by the way you look at him," Daemon said suddenly. "I thought... maybe, if I was a human, you would love me like that."

She laughed, but her face displayed some fear. "I said I would stay here with you forever."

Daemon's face was lined with ironic mirth. "But you also said that you would never love me, because that wouldn't be natural. If I was a human.... it would be the same as your love for Yamato. Then we could be free of him at last."

"Leave him alone!" she cried out suddenly. Her face trembled."I....I love him."

Daemon rose from the table, vials spilling everywhere. "What did you say?" he asked, grabbing hold of her throat. She struggled against him, trying to catch her breath.

"I love him," she murmured weakly. "And I don't want to see him hurt."

He laughed, an ominous rumble. "This obsession has gone on far too long," he stated, letting Mimi free. "I am going to rid us of the problem."

"Daemon.... what are you doing to do?" Mimi gasped in horror. Daemon grinned, and flashed a silver dagger in front of her eyes.

"I'm going to kill him."

"Daemon..... no..." she pleaded, dropping to her knees. "I'll do anything. Anything."

He paused, his body shaking with anger. "Even die for him?" Daemon asked, his eyes suddenly filled with violent rage. "Would you allow me to kill you, spilling your perfect blood on my clothes, just to save his miserable life?"

Their eyes met, and the two glared into each other's darkened chasms of their soul. "I would do it gladly," Mimi threatened, her eyes alight with her power.

"Then I shall kill you before his very eyes, so he will know the sacrifice you have made," Daemon hissed, grabbing her wrists and pulling her down the halls to where she had left Yamato.