Author's Note: Oh my gods, I wrote a couples fic…
Salamon: O.O;;
…um…this is a Koumi/Mishirou/Mizzy/whatever….Mimi x Koushirou (Izzy). I got inspiration for this while doing dishes. Odd, ne? Anyways, here's the story…
There she is, standing in front of me, tears in her oddly large hazel eyes. Her chestnut brown hair tumbles down past her shoulders, done simply, almost messily, as if she hadn't put too much time into it this morning. That was odd. Mimi-san always was very meticulous with her appearance, even with the inconveniences we'd been forced to endure during our months in the Digiworld. "I'm moving, Koushirou," she says, "to New York…to the other side of the world." She looks as if she is about to break down into sobs, but she holds the tears back. This, I also find inconsistent with her normal personality. In all the time I've known her Mimi-san has never held back her emotions. In fact, one could even venture to say she was a bit of a crybaby.
She looks at me, and for some reason I can't explain, I meet her gaze. Our eyes lock on to one another. Something comes over me, I feel…odd…a feeling I can't identify. It defies analysis. "I'll miss you," I find myself saying. Why did I say that? Why did Mimi come to me instead of Sora or one of the others? We were never very close, why has she come to me first? I'm confused. She stares at me with an expression I don't understand. The next thing I know, I've stood up and my arms are wrapping themselves around Mimi's shoulders. It's as if my body is acting on its own, without my conscious direction.
I can feel her body against mine. My mind is raging, trying to make some logical sense out of all of this. I don't understand any of it, it's completely illogical. But…something…something within me is telling me something. This thing I feel…
"Aishiteru, Mimi-chan."
"Aishiteru, Koushirou-chan."
(Aishiteru = I love you)