I don't own Digimon, k? I am sooooooooooo sorry people! And don't worry; I'll finish the story soon k? I going 2 try 2 get into routine again. And has anyone else noticed how ffnet isn't uploading the new chaps 2 the first page of the digimon site?









*The Perfect Seduction*









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Mimi sighed, holding herself under the redish pink silk comforter. Yamato had carried her back to her own room shortly after. So much had happened in such little time. Why? She wondered if there was some sort of other dimension that has another Mimi. One who made it to America with her parents. One who wasn't questioning her love between two deadly men. One who probably had a normal boyfriend of her own. Then she thought of how much she hated that Mimi. For getting what should've been hers. For having a family when hers had been killed. For having the normal life she had strived for. But then she just thought herself silly and curled herself back up in Yamato's arms. Yamato. How did he do it? How could he complicate things so much yet make everything better with a kiss?

She'd be lying if she said he didn't make her happy. Happier than she had ever been. But she'd also be lying if she said she didn't feel something for Taichi. Yamato, her savior. Yamato her lover. Tai her......... her.... um...... what the hell was he anyway? They had never made love. He definately wasn't her savior when she met him. He was such a paradox to her. In a way she was angry at him. If he had just butted out she wouldn't be putting Matt through all this pain. They would be happy. Instead of living their lives hurting each other. She loved Yamato, yes. But she loved Tai too? Her mother always said when you find that special someone................ Not those special *someones*! When did the world create itself to purposely screw her over?

Mimi sighed and turned over to stare at the ceiling. Yamato had gone out to tend to more business as usual. She didn't mind; she knew he was only protecting her and found it very flattering. But still............. The thundering outside scared her. A little phobia from her childhood she never quite got over. The lightening scared her even more. Images of it striking the mansion killing all inside filled her mind making her shreak and duck under the covers. Couldn't it just go away? She began to count the seconds between lightning, a little trick her mother tought her to calm her down during these. But for some strange reason it wasn't helping now.

*BANG BANG BANG*

Mimi eeped even more and shivered under the covers at the loud echo. Wait, the echo was coming from inside the mansion? She stuck her head out and looked around her room. No one.

*BANG BANG BANG*

She shuddered; clambering out of bed and out of her room.

*BANG BANG BANG*

Looking down she saw the slight shake of the main door down stairs. Who could it be? Who really knew about this place that didn't have ID to get in already?

*BANG BANG BANG*

She gulped and began to walk slowly down the stairs.

*BANG BANG BANG*

Mimi laid a cautious hand on the large handle; considering opening it.

*BANG BANG BANG*

She jerked her hand away as if it had been burned and stared wearily at the door.

*BANG BANG BANG*

Narrowing her eyes in sudden confidence, she thrust her hand onto the handle, clenching her eyes shut and yanking it open with all her strength could muster.

*BANG BAN-*

The yell or pain she felt from an attacker never came. She hesitantly opened her eyes and found herself looking into torn, exhausted, chocolate ones. Mimi gasped and took in the view of a soaked Taichi. Large hair matted to his face and neck, clothes sagging off him, taking on a transparent look. And the look on his face almost killed her. It was one of complete and utter failure, pure misery carved into every feature. His panting slowed into a slight whimper when he saw her. She looked at him in shock as he seemed to be rolling her eyes at him, only his eyes didn't stop rolling. They rolled back into his head and his muscular frame collapsed into her arms. She grunted at the weight but managed to somehow get him out of the rain.

Water ran through her pajamas sending a chill up her spine. She closed her eyes and sqeezed him to her in sympathy. Looking around to make sure none of the servants had heard, she strained her way to the stairs. She took in a deep breath, almost falling to the floor. Grunting, she picked herself up.

"(grunt) C'mon, Tai, please. I..... can't. carry you.. by.. myself!" She yelped, patting his cheek, roughly.

It seem to wake him up a bit. At least enough to semi-carry himself up the stairs and to her room. They trudged up the stairs slowly, Taichi half slung over Mimi.




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Black. Pink. Blur. Straight. Taichi groaned, trying to get his eyes to focus. He squinted and looked around. He was still soaked. His hair was still matted from the neck up making his body shiver. Suddenly a taste of sweet and sour invaded his taste buds. Taichi jerked up, almost knocking down the frail frame next to him.

"Watch it!"

The voice startled him out of panic and he looked over. There sat a glaring Mimi with her hand on her hip and holding a lemon cream pie with the other.

"Huh?" He muttered groggily.

She looked at the pastry and flushed.

"It was all I could get without buzzing the servants." She said, looking away.

Taichi looked down at the now stained bed comforter where now laid a cream dripping fork. He picked it up licking it off and handed it back to her.

"Well, don't stop on my account." He said, laying back down and opening his mouth wide.

Mimi rolled her eyes before plunging the pie into his face. He gurgled, snapping up, coughing out the cream and coconut.

"Fine, you wanna play that way?" he grinned, evilly.

Before she even had a chance to scream, Taichi tackled her, kissing her face; cream smudging her features. She yelped and laughed desperately, trying to push his weight off her.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" She giggled.

He chuckled with her and looked down; tension rising. She looked up at him, stradling her hips, the powdery white icing long since vanished. She blushed, seeing a bloch of white cream plasturing his eyebrow. She giggled, raising her hand and gently wiping it away with her thumb. Instead of letting it drop like she had intended to she let it trail down to his neck brushing away the dripping hair from strangling jaw. Mimi let her hand fall a bit only to be caught by Taichi. He ran his fingers through hers and nuzzled it with his cheek. He felt hurt when she attempted to take her limp hand away but it quickly vanished as it trailed down to his wettened shirt. She traced the buttons with her index finger studying it for what seemed like hours.

"It's funny, this is exactly why I didn't take it off when you were out." She chuckled.

He smiled and brushed a lock of cinnamon hair away from her sweet face.

"Guess you just can't cheat fate, huh?"

She frowned at that and slowly looked up into his big brown eyes.

"What would it take to make you hate me?" She whispered.

His eyes abruptly widened then softened as he stared at her sincere face.

"Nothing. Nothing in the whole wide world. Not even if you killed soccer and took away football all at once... and replaced them with home ec. shows and ballet rehearsals." He joked the last part.

She giggled and leaned into the finger that carressed her chin.

Taichi watched her stare down the offending digit with playful honey eyes. He leaned down from his straddling position and nuzzled the space between her ear and throat; whispering as his lips trailed across the sensitive spot.

"I love you so much..." His voice misty and husky.

She let out a soft moan and arched her neck wanting more. She hated needing this. All thoughts of her golden savior with the ivory wings fogged flowingly out of her mind. Her desire fought a bloody battle with hesitation and loyalty. But as a final suffering groan of surrender clashed the steamy silence the battle ended. Mimi trailed her hands up his chest, undoing the soaked buttons as they went. They briefly gave a few strokes of encouragment to his shoulders before caressing his sinewy back; pulling the dripping shirt down with them. Mimi finally could take no more space between her warm feathery body and his hard soaking one. She encased his back, fully bringing his entire weight upon her.

"Mi-chan..." He moaned in warning.

She new he was afraid of crushing her but her hesitation had already been inflamed beyond repair.

"Duncare.." She slurred bringing more of him to her.

Tai clenched his eyes shut and panted, letting out a final whimper of acceptence and surrender before allowing all his weight to partner passion and engulf her. It was all too much for him, he shuddered and wrapped his arms around her waist, truly crushing her to him. But it didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered to her except the chocolate haired angel abover her. The chocolate haired angel who now worshiped her neck with his lips as if she were the god that brought him into the world.

His feathery lips of silk trailed down her neck and across her shoulder; gently nipping the white silk strap of her night gown. Her body writhed as the two straps were traced mercilessly down to her sides. And suddenly.............. all warmth was gone. Her eyes snapped open to see him raised above her, looking down. Caressing her with his gaze. She let out a breath and relaxed into the comforter, looking back up at him. She could almost see his eyes tear up with awe as he stared down at her. Not wanting to be cold anymore she lifted her hand to his now bare chest, tracing the ditch where the muscles clashed.

He clasped the hands, squeezing them tightly to his chest before leaning down to her. Lips claiming her own. And then there was nothing more.




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Mimi yawned, painfully, her body not willing to register waking up. She couldn't even scratch the itch tickling her neck. She moaned and groggily lifted her head, or tried to but it quickly collapsed back onto its hard surface. Wait a minute? Hard surface? She opened her eyes and looked up to see a hard, muscled chest connected with a handsome, child-like face. Memories flooded back to her; hair moved with the rise and fall of his breath.

Feeling eyes on him, Taichi reluctantly opened his own. There his dream he refused to leave came true. Mimi lay on his chest smiling up at him. He softly stroked her cinnamon hair, mirroring her smile as she crooned into his large hand. Seeing his opportunity and unwilling to pass it up, he leaned in for a kiss. She giggled a bit before surrendering. Suddenly her eyes shot open and her body jerked up, pushing the large young man, roughly off the bed.

"YAMATO!!" She screeched.

A growl brought her attention to the bottom of the bed where an angry and half asleep Tai was trying to crawl back on top of it.

"Yep, there's something I can never get tired of hearing." He grumbled, sarcastically.

Mimi looked at him sheepishly and stuttering.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tai, i-its just t-this bad, very, *very* bad."

Tai raised an eyebrow curiously.

"That wasn't what you were saying last night."

"Ha, ha. I'm laughing on the inside." She grumbled, glaring at him, happily jumping back onto the cushioned bedspread.

Tai noticed her mood, drawing his brows in concern. Mimi looked down, sorrowfully, at her lap, fiddling with the sheet to her chest. He wrapped an arm around her, bringing her chin up to look him in the eye with the other.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I-I don't.. know." She said the last part, defeatedly.

Tai grew even more concerned and once more lifted her chin to look at him.

"Y-you don't have an regrets........ right?" He asked.

He was scared to death of her answer but tried to hide it. Strong as a rock on the outside, shaking like a falling leaf on the inside.

She looked at him for a while, making him tremble more. Searching his eyes for some answer to a question she didn't know. Finally, she closed her eyes and shook her head, slowly but hesitantly.

"No, no I don't think so."

That answer didn't sooth Taichi one bit. He took both her shoulders, turning her to face him.

"Is.. um... uh... is now the time where I should apologize for some how in some way I have no idea how of taking advantage of you?" He said jokingly, but Mimi could hint the seriousness in his trembling voice.

She smiled softly and shook her head.

"You can if you want to, but I'm not."

Tai let out an inward sigh of relief and brought her into a soft, reassuring hug.

*click, click, shffff*

Mimi's eyes snapped open at the familiar sound. She whipped away from her recent lover and twisted towards the door, praying to kami that it wasn't what she thought it was. But just as she expected, the gods were in some way out to screw with her. She watched paralyzed with fear as the elegantly carved door nob twisted. The sound shook her out of her paralysis just enough to dive for the door slamming it shut as it cracked open.

"Mimi? What's wrong? Are you okay? Open the door."

"Uh... er.I- Don't you know how to knock? Yama-chan I was just about to take a morning shower! Heh, I just don't feel human until I have one." She laughed, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

She expected some sort or soft but sensual comment, or him to ask to join her. But there was simply silence. Mimi wrapped her arms around her self, not to conceal her exposed body but to keep the fire of guilt and horror that his silence was fanning.

"Alright then, come down when you're ready. It's been busy this week and I miss you, I just wanted to see you, Koishii."

Mimi clenched her eyes shut, bitting her lip untill she tasted the metalic taste of blood. She listened to the footsteps quietly gliding across the floor. Why did he have to say that? She didn't look up, knowing Taichi was already making his way towards her in fear and concern. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She picked herself up before he got to her and began to walk away.

"Guess I better take a shower now, huh?"

She felt more than saw him nod. Shower. Water was used to clense away the sins of the world. The sea forgave all. But somehow she felt as though not all the water in the universe would forgive her for this.



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She trotted into the large room and twisted the nob. Searing pain burned into every pore but she welcomed the pain with open arms. Physical pain always took your mind off the emotional one. Unfortunately, this case wasn't working for her. All Tachikawa Mimi could hear was the soft, uncertain, silky voice of Yamato floating through her. Suffocating her. Is this what the man in the 'tell tale heart' felt? Was she going insane? Or was the guilt just eating her alive. No, it was much more than guilt. Betrayal, sorrow, confusion, uncertainty, love, and so many more emotions all rolled into one. She hurt him, she betrayed him, she even lied to him. Lied. Heh, when did she get so good at that these days?

Before, she only lasted five minutes after a sorry lie before she began to wail and confess everything, begging for forgiveness. She loved two men. She knew that now. But it was such different things that made her love them. So many different things that made her feelings for one so hard to tell apart from the other. Her family. Kami, how she missed them. Her beautiful mother. Her loving father. Where were they now? She prayed they couldn't see her as she was. The shame would kill her. Shame. Yamato. She gritted her teeth, snapping her hand to the shower nob, turning the hot water on full blast. Her skin burned, inflamed with pain. But it took her thoughts away. Just not for long enough. She turned it off, stepping out of the shower and stumbling a bit.

She wouldn't shame herself or her family. She couldn't live like this. She *wouldn't* live like this.




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Taichi paced back and forth clad in only his brown dress pants. She had been in there too long. Plus, she had walked away from him. Mimi had said she didn't have any regrets. Was that a lie? A lie to make him feel better? He shook his head and tried to focus. No, Mimi loved him. She had screamed it to him last night. She had to have meant it. There was no way she was *that* convincing of a liar.

He stopped to gather his nerves and look around. Kami, he hated this place. It just reeked of Yamato. Nothing here was his. Matt's room. Matt's dresser. Matt's closet. Matt's mansion. Matt's...... fiancee.

"But not for long." He whispered to himself.

Mimi loved him. Mimi was *his*. And he was hers. They would live happily ever after with a beautiful big house, a golden retriever on the doorstep, and 2.5 kids. Well, if she wanted. Thoughts of the future brought a smile to his face. Thoughts that they *had* a future together brought a smile to his face. He closed his eyes, imagining the way she would look when they were older, grown up per se. What she would wear. What their kids would look like. If she would want a dog or cat, or maybe both. Suddenly a click stole him from his thoughts.

He watched her gently step out of the bathroom, overly large towel wrapped around her shoulders. He tried to ignore the sad look in her eyes and he quickly crossed the room to her.

More elated than ever, Taichi wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, briefly swinging her around. He set her down grinning ear to ear.

"Tai....."

He shushed her.

"Mimi, I love you. You don't have my heart or soul because you *are* my heart and soul! You're my heartbeat. My air I need to breath. I (laugh) I'm not good at getting mushy, I always think I'm sounding stupid, but I need this. Listen to me, we can leave! I can take you with me. *Come* with me! You'd never have to worry about Matt or anything else! Zeek is there too! Everything you need is there! But the only thing I need is you. We-we can get married tomorrow! Today, if you want! Everything'll be perfect, everything'll be right again!" By now Taichi was practically hyperventalating with happiness and had dropped to his knees; face buried in her stomach, now looking up at her expecting a tearful and elated "YES!".

Mimi looked down at him, sorrowfully. She closed her eyes so as to not see the devastated fiber searing pain on his face. A couple of tears slipped from her eyes as she slowly shook her head.

Tai's face fell, dramatically. He felt as if a bomb had went off inside him, destroying everything inside. He gulped, and laughed nervously, trying to take it as some sort of joke. Yes, that was what it was, a joke. Any minute now her eyes would spring open with happines and she would throw her arms around his neck laughing saying "GOTCHA!" A minute passed, then two, soon enough, five minutes of silence had encased the room.

"Y-you're not serious, right? If you're joking, Mims, then it's sick!"

Mimi opened her eyes, sadly. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, attempting to sooth some pain. Hers and his.

"Tai......"

He closed his eyes, placing his hand over hers. He clutched it, tightly, and threw it away from him, jerking her in surprise. She watched as he turned his back to her and began slipping on his white shirt. She could see the muscles in his back and shoulders tighten into rigged marble. She felt as if he would break, if a single pin drop would shatter him. Mimi wanted to go up and take him into a strangling up, chanting over and over again how she didn't mean it.

That was it. She couldn't take the silence! She walked cautiously over to him. Swallowing the lump in her belly she gently layed on the back of his shoulder. Only to be violently shrugged off, not even giving her a glance. Not willing to be ignored, she stubbornly put her hand on his rigid jaw, desperately trying to get him to look at her.

"Taichi.... (SMACK!!)"

Her body streaked across the room, slamming into the vanity. Her dainty hand flung to her damaged cheek bone. Her entire body quivered in the after shock as Tai stared at her with anger, hurt, love, emotions that she had felt recently. His own body trembled and he took in raged, chopy breaths as if to stop something. She licked the blood from her lips, not being able to move as his shoulders shook and gave out from their stricken position. Sobs racked her ears, ringing to hear such a thing from such a strong man. He kept taking the chopy breaths, trying to get the insolent sobs to stop, he gripped the bed pole placing his forehead to it and sobbing against it.

Nothing could make her stop him from opening the window, carefully, crawling out trying to gather as much pride as he could. What seemed like hours after he left, she fell from her shock stricken stance. Falling to the floor screams mixed with sobs. Towel falling from her dying body. Or what felt like dying. She screamed, breaking the vanity mirror but she didn't care, she didn't care what she broke or who heard her.

As expected, Yamato slammed through the locked door only minutes after her breakdown. He dashed to her side, picking her up, hugging her, breathing her cheeks and forehead with kisses, begging her to tell him what happened. She screeched/cried against his neck, begging him not to leave her. He rocked her, confused, telling her the devil himself couldn't take him from her. Finally, her sobbing died to whimpers and hiccups. She felt him chuckle as her body hopped with every hiccup. She layed, softly on him, enjoying the feel of his strong hand running through her hair. Her beautiful red streaked flamingo hair. Flamingo, hadn't he called her that once?

"Shh, shhh, Mi-chan, I'm here. I'm right here."

"I know, I know." She cried.

"They wouldn't want you hurting yourself over them you know. They'd want you to be happy, just like I do."

"Huh?"

"Your parents, its okay to cry, precious, just-just don't scare me like that." His embrace tightened. "You know, I'd fight and kill anyone that would try to take you from me, but even I have a bit of a hard time fighting ghosts."

He thought this was over her parents? She sniffled and clutched him tighter. Let him think anything but the truth.

"I'm sorry."

"Hush, don't be, I should've been here. Silly girl, can't even take a shower without adult super vision now?" He chuckled.

She laughed a little and nodded against him.

"Do you want any help getting dressed? Or are you okay to do it yourself?"

"I think I'm okay."

Yamato nodded.

"Breakfast is downstairs, beautiful." He whispered, kissing her temple.

She smiled as he encased her in the bed comforter and began walking out the door, pausing to get a reassured glance of her.

Mimi's smiled faded as soon as the door was shut once more. Why couldn't he have known? Why couldn't he have gotten angry and hit her, scream at her, make her feel all the worthless slut she knew she was. She walked over to the cracked vanity. Staring into her reflection, seeing only a sadistic whore. She closed her eyes, letting the comforter drop and gathering a robe in her hand. She wouldn't hurt him again, this was it, she was going to finally make him happy.