Ch 3
"Mimi." He said. One word. And then more, "I love you, Mimi." It meant nothing to her. How many men had said that to her? They all said that.
"I love you too, Garret." She was an actress, and a good one. Pity that Broadway hadn't seen that. Hollywood had no use for a Madame(1) either. Fools that they were. She specialized in breaking things. Promises, relationships, hearts, antique vases. In a sickening way, she liked it.
"Mimi, I need to get out of here. They want my head on a silver platter. I've already got tickets to the Virgin Islands, we could go, hide out for awhile....you know, lie low. Please Mimi, you've got to come with me-" She took his hand, and spoke, cutting him off.
"Shut up, Garret." She placed his hand on the right strap of her dress. "Shut up, and pull tab A."
It all happened so fast. His mouth crushing hers, a rustle, glass breaking. She turned, and saw the gun. She didn't even have time to scream.
~*~
The door to the apartment closed, and Matt Ichida pulled of his shoes, and set them beside it. His coat he set over the back of the couch. He could smell the food before he got into the kitchen. when he walked in, a woman with greying hair was stirring a stew. He walked up beside her, and said, "Loranne, you truly are a wonder. I don't know how Sora and I would survive without you." She waved a ladle above her at that.
"Now, Mr. Ichida." she said in her Scottish brogue. "I'll not have ye coming in here, an' singin me praises whilst I'm cookin. Ye'll spoil the supper." She turned to chop some carrots and continued. "Truth be, me lad, I dunno how I'da got along witout ye and your missus to look after me. I'm only good for ye cookin, and ye house cleanin. Tis ye who's the wonder." He smiled at that. Loranne was under selling herself. She helped in many other ways also. She listened to their problems, she was honest, and often was his inspiration, she said so many things that sounded as if spoken to be put into song.
"I don't know how you do it, you old bat." He said, smiling. "But you just gave me a song."
"Oh. I did, did I?"
"Yes. 'Tis you who're the wonder'. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"I think ye'd better get outta me kitchen, afore I burn the stew."
"Oh." He said, following her advice, and leaving. "Don't leave. I'll be back to discuss songs with you later."
"Ye think I'd leave, what with me stew on the oven? Ye've got some bats in ye belfry, Ichida."
~*~
The TV blared. The local dodge ball game was on, and Ken was officially intrigued. He had been conned into a game with his boss the next day, and wanted to know a bit about it. Though it was fairly simple, he could see why the Olympics had adopted it. He stood and walked into his and Yolie's kitchen.
"You wanna beer hon?"
Yolie looked up from her magazine. He knew she always said no, why did he keep asking?
"No. Thank you anyway." She was worried about him....that was his 4th tonight. She wished he would stop drinking like this. It hadn't been a problem at first. He'd used to be able to make a six-pack last a month, now they were lucky if it lasted overnight. She'd ask, every night, about his last beer if he was going out for more, she waited till then, so that she could have the answer she wanted.
~*~
Koushirou Izumi pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it up. After taking a long drag on it, he acknowledged the tall figure in the shadows.
"You really shouldn't smoke you know." the figure said. Izzy held out the package of cigarettes, and smiled as the man took one.
"Neither should you." Izzy said as he offered a light. The figure took it and his pale face and dark hair were illuminated by the lighter, if only for a second.
"I know that. But I've always been terrible at following my own advice."
"Aren't we all?" Izzy asked, the smile gone from his voice.
"So, how's it going?"
"I think they suspect me. The government's bound to notice that the files are being re-routed soon. Once they know, there's no chance of hiding the virus...." he stopped, shaking his head. "I can't do much else."
"What do you mean?" The figure asked, concerned.
"Well, I can't keep creating disruptions for ever. I'm sure to be found out, and then Pandora(2) will be let loose."
"Pandora is under quarantine."
"Like hell it is." Izzy retorted. "We're the only ones who even know it exists. It's deadly to humans, but as far as we know not harmful to digimon. In order to save face, we hid it in the digital world. But that option is running out of steam, and we have no plan B. Have I missed anything?" It took all he had to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but he did. He puffed on his cigarette as the figure put a hand on his shoulder, and moved closer.
"Izzy, they must not know." Joe Kido whispered, locking eyes with his friend.
"I'll do what I can."
(1.) Oh, God. Ok....a Madam.....um....I'm just gonna say this fast and get it over with. A Madam is a prostitute. *Runs away from Mimi fans* Please don't hurt me.....
(2.) The Pandora Virus was created by Koushirou Izumi and Joe Kido. In trying to discover how digimon became real, he stumbled upon a new strain of RNA that may have played a key part in the evolution process. The "Box" RNA was then sent to a leading genetics doctor Joe Kido. Proving that rushing nature is a bad idea, while Joe was trying to speed up the genetic evolution, the Box RNA mutated into a deadly virus. Pandora essentially, had opened the box.
"Mimi." He said. One word. And then more, "I love you, Mimi." It meant nothing to her. How many men had said that to her? They all said that.
"I love you too, Garret." She was an actress, and a good one. Pity that Broadway hadn't seen that. Hollywood had no use for a Madame(1) either. Fools that they were. She specialized in breaking things. Promises, relationships, hearts, antique vases. In a sickening way, she liked it.
"Mimi, I need to get out of here. They want my head on a silver platter. I've already got tickets to the Virgin Islands, we could go, hide out for awhile....you know, lie low. Please Mimi, you've got to come with me-" She took his hand, and spoke, cutting him off.
"Shut up, Garret." She placed his hand on the right strap of her dress. "Shut up, and pull tab A."
It all happened so fast. His mouth crushing hers, a rustle, glass breaking. She turned, and saw the gun. She didn't even have time to scream.
~*~
The door to the apartment closed, and Matt Ichida pulled of his shoes, and set them beside it. His coat he set over the back of the couch. He could smell the food before he got into the kitchen. when he walked in, a woman with greying hair was stirring a stew. He walked up beside her, and said, "Loranne, you truly are a wonder. I don't know how Sora and I would survive without you." She waved a ladle above her at that.
"Now, Mr. Ichida." she said in her Scottish brogue. "I'll not have ye coming in here, an' singin me praises whilst I'm cookin. Ye'll spoil the supper." She turned to chop some carrots and continued. "Truth be, me lad, I dunno how I'da got along witout ye and your missus to look after me. I'm only good for ye cookin, and ye house cleanin. Tis ye who's the wonder." He smiled at that. Loranne was under selling herself. She helped in many other ways also. She listened to their problems, she was honest, and often was his inspiration, she said so many things that sounded as if spoken to be put into song.
"I don't know how you do it, you old bat." He said, smiling. "But you just gave me a song."
"Oh. I did, did I?"
"Yes. 'Tis you who're the wonder'. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
"I think ye'd better get outta me kitchen, afore I burn the stew."
"Oh." He said, following her advice, and leaving. "Don't leave. I'll be back to discuss songs with you later."
"Ye think I'd leave, what with me stew on the oven? Ye've got some bats in ye belfry, Ichida."
~*~
The TV blared. The local dodge ball game was on, and Ken was officially intrigued. He had been conned into a game with his boss the next day, and wanted to know a bit about it. Though it was fairly simple, he could see why the Olympics had adopted it. He stood and walked into his and Yolie's kitchen.
"You wanna beer hon?"
Yolie looked up from her magazine. He knew she always said no, why did he keep asking?
"No. Thank you anyway." She was worried about him....that was his 4th tonight. She wished he would stop drinking like this. It hadn't been a problem at first. He'd used to be able to make a six-pack last a month, now they were lucky if it lasted overnight. She'd ask, every night, about his last beer if he was going out for more, she waited till then, so that she could have the answer she wanted.
~*~
Koushirou Izumi pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it up. After taking a long drag on it, he acknowledged the tall figure in the shadows.
"You really shouldn't smoke you know." the figure said. Izzy held out the package of cigarettes, and smiled as the man took one.
"Neither should you." Izzy said as he offered a light. The figure took it and his pale face and dark hair were illuminated by the lighter, if only for a second.
"I know that. But I've always been terrible at following my own advice."
"Aren't we all?" Izzy asked, the smile gone from his voice.
"So, how's it going?"
"I think they suspect me. The government's bound to notice that the files are being re-routed soon. Once they know, there's no chance of hiding the virus...." he stopped, shaking his head. "I can't do much else."
"What do you mean?" The figure asked, concerned.
"Well, I can't keep creating disruptions for ever. I'm sure to be found out, and then Pandora(2) will be let loose."
"Pandora is under quarantine."
"Like hell it is." Izzy retorted. "We're the only ones who even know it exists. It's deadly to humans, but as far as we know not harmful to digimon. In order to save face, we hid it in the digital world. But that option is running out of steam, and we have no plan B. Have I missed anything?" It took all he had to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but he did. He puffed on his cigarette as the figure put a hand on his shoulder, and moved closer.
"Izzy, they must not know." Joe Kido whispered, locking eyes with his friend.
"I'll do what I can."
(1.) Oh, God. Ok....a Madam.....um....I'm just gonna say this fast and get it over with. A Madam is a prostitute. *Runs away from Mimi fans* Please don't hurt me.....
(2.) The Pandora Virus was created by Koushirou Izumi and Joe Kido. In trying to discover how digimon became real, he stumbled upon a new strain of RNA that may have played a key part in the evolution process. The "Box" RNA was then sent to a leading genetics doctor Joe Kido. Proving that rushing nature is a bad idea, while Joe was trying to speed up the genetic evolution, the Box RNA mutated into a deadly virus. Pandora essentially, had opened the box.