"Courting Miss Mimi"
Story Written by Freedom Fighter
Table of Contents
P Prologue
1 In Love with the New Girl - Michael's POV
2 More Than Just Friends? - Matt's POV
3 The Argument - Izzy's POV
4 The Perfect Girl - Joe's POV
5 Sisterly Love - Yolei's POV
6 The Day Everyone Fell in Love with Me - Mimi's POV
Part 1 - In Love with the New Girl
(As told by Michael, in his point of view)
I admit that I have not done a lot of web surfing as of late, so I have no idea how much
support there is for Michael and Mimi as a couple. I considered it a possibility since it
was Mimi who brought him to the Digiworld. Of course, any substantial evidence at that
point in time for this couple was very minimal, if any. So don't bite my head off if you
are completely against this couple... this is basically a 'what if?' fanfic. Of course it
would be... do you think Michael, Matt, Izzy, or Joe would actually admit their love for
her? How do we even know if any of them really do like her?
Wait, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. But think about those questions though as you
read the next few chapters.
Speaking of which, this will probably be the hardest chapter to write just because I know
very little about Michael's character. So bear with me, okay, and hope that I don't go too
out of character for him.
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Saban and Toei, so please don't sue me. I'm just a
strapped-for-cash college student. Oh, and before I forget, I don't have any plans for a
similar series like this revolving around Kari. So don't get your hopes up Davis (as well
as all of those Davis and Kari supporters... however many of you are reading this).
***
July 13th, 3:30 p.m. in New York, Maple Birch High School
The final bell of the school year rings, and nearly a thousand students charge out the front
door, free for the summer from studying. Among one of the last ones out is Michael
Andrews, a young boy of thirteen years. He was one of the most popular kids in school,
and for good reason. His blonde hair and boyish good looks were a potential girl magnet.
Michael was only interested in one girl, though, and he was hoping that she had taken
interest in him.
* From this point on, the chapter will be from Michael's perspective.
"Finally, school's out for the summer. No more teachers, no more books, and whatever
else that crazy rhyme said. All I know is that I'm going to kick back and relax. I'm glad
that I finally finished the eighth grade. But after this wild year, there's one person I'll
miss the most over the summer."
I look over to my left and see three girls conversing by the flagpole. Do you see the one
in the center? The one with pink hair and stars sown throughout it? The one wearing the
red, white, and blue blouse with a yellow star across her chest? The one wearing a white
skirt and matching colored sneakers? That's the girl that I'll miss the most.
Of course, most of you won't recognize her right away. She's only been here for six
months, but to be it feels like I've known her my entire life. When she first came here,
she was brown haired and decked out in pink from head to toe, from her hat to the pink
straps on her white sneakers. Boy, did the fashion club do a number on her!
Besides being fashionable and beautiful, she's very sincere with everyone she talks with.
I wonder where she picked up a trait like that? I mean, you don't meet many people who
sincerely give their opinions on other people the way she does. I certainly wouldn't have
the guts to go up to my math teacher and say that the sparkly yellow dress she always
wears is ugly. Or to say to my parents that I hate having meatloaf for dinner every
Tuesday. She truly is one of a kind.
Oh? You want to know her name?
I'll tell you, but take one step towards her and you'll be kissing the pavement.
Anyway, her name's Mimi Tachikawa. She's from Japan. I don't know why her family
moved here at all. She's not an exchange student. She doesn't exactly tell everyone
what her parents do for her living. And I'm sure that no one would have guessed that
three years ago she helped save the world.
Mimi is a Digidestined. There are a bunch of others just like her from Tokyo, where she
came from. Okay, they all aren't just like her. Not one of the other girls on the team can
match Mimi's beauty or sincerity.
So how do I know all of this? Well, I'm a Digidestined too. I'm not pulling your leg!
I won't tell you how I became a Digidestined. I will tell you, though, how I met Mimi
and then discovered that she was a Digidestined.
May 23rd, 4:15 p.m. in New York
It was about two months ago... maybe a little less than that. I had stayed after school to
get some help in my biology class when I noticed a bright light coming from the
computer room. So I placed my bookbag by the door and went in to investigate.
Just as I open the door, she comes leaping out of the monitor. My eyes nearly jumped out
of their sockets. Did I see what I just saw? Did that girl just come out from that
computer monitor? Or am I just hallucinating? I'd better pinch myself to make sure.
Ouch! Yes, this is really happening. Wow, this is like that 'Weird Science' show, where
those two guys create a perfect girl on their computer and make her come alive in the real
world. Only thing is, I'm the only guy here, and I'm pretty sure I didn't create her.
Though I'd be out of my mind if I'd ever find myself in a lab actually trying to create her.
What am I saying? I'm no scientist! And that girl over there is real! Real beautiful,
that is.
Miraculously, I've been standing with one foot in the doorway the last minute or so,
without moving, and she hasn't noticed me yet. In fact, she seems to be talking to the
computer. What? Okay, now I've really lost it. Wait, never mind, I think she's just
chatting with someone with an on-line videophone built into the computer. But since
when did we have something like that?
I couldn't answer my own question. I could, though, try to get a little bit closer and see if
I can hear some of her conversation. Then maybe I could figure out my next move.
Quietly sneaking into the room and finding a hiding spot under one of the computer
desks, I listen closely as she continues to converse.
" ...now don't forget to help out the new kids if they need it. They can't let their
inexperience be their doom! They have to defeat that evil emperor! They just have to!"
"Don't worry Mimi," a voice from the monitor responds, "and I'll do my best to keep
that emperor from putting up any control spires in this area."
Mimi, which I now know is the girl's name, appears to be on the verge of crying... but
she holds herself back. "Thanks Palmon. Good luck!"
With that, she takes a few steps towards the door. Well, more like two steps. She looked
carefully at the door and it appeared that she was thinking about something. Maybe she
was aware that someone, namely him, had snuck into the room. She might interpret that
he was a stalker that was after her. Or a spy who knew something about her little
trip. Whichever, I wasn't quite sure.
In my mind, that left her with two options. Make a run for the door and hope that I
wouldn't jump her for whatever reason, or to attempt to call me out so that she knew
where exactly I was. She moved as if she had chosen the latter, when something falls off
of her and slides onto the floor... towards me!
Of course, my natural reaction was to try to knock it away from my location so that she
wouldn't find me. Unfortunately, I didn't see her walk over and grab the object at the
same time I did.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened next.
The first thing she did was pull me out from under the desk so that she could get a good
look at my face. If I knew she was going to do that, I would have attempted to cover my
face from her and make a break for it. Before I could act, though, she began screaming.
She quickly let go of the object, sending me sliding about ten feet away from her, and
right into another desk. The jolt disoriented me for a few seconds, but what she did next
was the most frightening moment of my life. She had grabbed one of the chairs and was
holding it above her head, as if she was going to bring it down on my head.
"Stop!" I quickly yelled, with every intention of avoiding getting knocked out by a girl.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? How long have you been here? Why are you
spying on me? I want answers now!"
"Chill out," I said, slowly getting up but keeping my eye on her at the same time. "I
didn't come here to hurt you. I was just passing by when I saw the light from this room,
and then all of sudden you come jumping out of the computer!"
This made Mimi jump back in fright, and in the process release her grip on the chair,
making it fall to the ground with a loud crash. Luckily for both of us, it stayed intact
upon impact with the floor. But I wasn't focused on that now. It seemed that I had
unwittingly placed the advantage on my side. There must something special about that
computer, and she must not want anyone else finding out what that 'something special' is.
My thoughts were interrupted when she spoke up cautiously. "You mean you saw me
jump out of the computer?"
"Well, yeah," I responded nervously.
"Are you sure?" she said, walking over to me with a smile. Wait, she's smiling? What's
going on? Why is she smiling?
She raises her right hand and places it on my forehead. I can feel the warmth emanating
from her palm. Just as I was enjoying the feel of her hand there, though, she pulls it
back.
"You're not sick or anything, are you? You seem to be a little hot?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Now hold up! Who's in control here? She's playing me for a fool! She's changed the
subject! Well, I'll show her a thing or two about changing subjects. "You know, you're
cute."
"Excuse me?" she queried with a raised eyebrow. Why the heck did I just say that? I
must be going out of my mind. Of course I am! Just how many questions have I asked
myself since I got in here! I should be asking her the questions!
"I said, nice weather we're having, huh?"
"Oh. I thought you said something else."
"Nope."
"Well, I guess I'll be going now. I apologize for worrying you, if that's all you're
thinking about right now."
"Yeah, I guess so. Apology accepted."
"I guess I'll take that back now," she said, pointing at the object enclosed between my
hands.
"Sure," I replied with a smile of mine own. It wasn't until she reached for it that I had
realized that I was about to make another mistake. I pulled it away from her.
"Give me that back," she protested. "It's mine!"
"Just what is it, anyway?" I asked, opening my hands so that I could get my first glimpse
at this thing that she had dropped.
I gasped. It was a Digivice. Or for all I know, a reasonable facsimile. How could a girl,
as beautiful and innocent as her, possess a Digivice? Especially since I possessed one of
my own. I thought I was the only one in New York.
"It's a Digivice!" I finally exclaimed aloud, as Mimi snatched it from my two hands. As
she began to walk away, she huffed at me. It was then that it finally had sunk into her
head what I had just said.
Mimi stops and slowly makes a 180-degree turn to face me. "How did you know that
this," she began, holding the Digivice in the air, "was a Digivice?"
"Because I too possess a Digivice."
I was guessing that Mimi was going to inquire more about how I came into obtaining a
Digivice of my own, and I was about to do the same to her, when two teachers come
bursting into the room. I began to panic. Mimi was probably going to accuse me of
trying to stalk her, and then they'd carry me out before I'd get a chance to plead my
case.
"What's going on?" one of them asked.
Mimi stepped in front of me and replied, "nothing. Nothing at all. We were just
reenacting something that we had seen on TV last night, and I guess we got a little out of
hand," she noted, pointing to the displaced chair on the floor.
"Well, don't do it on school property," the other one replied. "Take it outside, both of
you!"
"Yes sir," we both responded.
We both headed for the door. I reached it first. Outside the room, I grab my bookbag
and strap it on to my back. Mimi walks past me and down the hallway. Probably to her
locker, I guess. I decided to follow her.
"So why didn't you tell them that you thought I was stalking you?" I asked, catching up.
"Because I believe you."
"Huh?"
"I don't think you were after me at all. You just happened to be passing by, you
wondered what was going on, and so you unexpectedly dropped in on me."
"If I remember right, it was you who was doing the dropping."
We made a left towards the hallway where the 8th grade lockers were stationed.
"By the way, you didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask me one!"
"Oh, I guess I didn't."
"See."
"That's besides the point," she exclaimed, raising her voice at me. "How did you know
what a Digivice is?"
"Because I too possess one. I already answered that question, remember?"
"Okay wise guy, then tell me how you got one."
"Why don't you tell me how you got one first?"
"Why don't you?"
"You first!"
"No, you!"
"You!"
"Okay!" she finally yelled. "I'll tell you."
By that time, we had reached her locker. She unlocks it and takes out the books she
needs, and stuffs them in a bookbag that was also in there. I impatiently waited for her to
finish so that she could start telling her story.
"Well?"
She responds by nearly slamming the locker in my face. She looks towards one end of
the hallway, then the other. She then pulls me to the nearest exit, which happens to be
the front door.
We take a seat on a nearby bench. Both of us put our bookbags down. Before I can
prompt her once again to start, she glares at me. It was at that moment that she began
telling me her story...
She started by telling me of the other six kids that were with her when they first visited
the Digiworld. Tai Kamiya, the self-imposed but not too bright leader. Matt Ishida, the
pretty boy who was more emotional than most would think of him at first glance. Sora
Takenouchi, a tomboyish girl who spent most of their adventure looking for love...
mostly from her mother. Izzy Izumi, the intelligent one who, in her opinion, tended to
always talk about some technical gibberish that she could never make heads or tails of.
Joe Kido, better known as the resident 'chicken,' but probably remembered more for his
reliability in any given situation. TK Takashi, the youngest of the group, yet probably the
wisest of the Digidestined. These six were her best friends, and fellow Digidestined, and
she would never her turn her back on any one of them.
I began to think about this Matt kid. To me, he seemed to be the most likely candidate to
be Mimi's boyfriend. As I took a second to think about, she continued her story. She
told me how they met their Digimon, including hers, the plant one named Palmon. She
also revealed how they learned about the Digiworld, and then disclosed how they were
able to defeat an evil Digimon named Devimon. From there, she explained their journey
to File Island, how they met Piximon and obtained their crests, and their encounter with
another evil Digimon: a singing Elvis impersonating monkey named Etemon.
I then blushed when she told me about the incident on Cockatrimon's ship. About how
her and Sora had to run away from the evil Digimon dressed only in a towel. Boy, how I
would have loved to have been there. Speaking of which, why would she tell me
something like that anyway? At first, I thought about that stereotype that all blondes are
dumb. Now that couldn't be true; I was a blonde myself! Then I remembered that she
was more brown haired rather than blonde... so it had to be something else. Unless she
wasn't bright at all.
Even after she told me about her crest, I still didn't get it.
You see, Mimi is the carrier of the Crest of Sincerity. As the possessor of that crest, she
told me that during her adventure in the Digiworld, she learned to be more open-minded,
while keeping away from those useless comments that she tended to make in the past.
That really came in handy when Myotismon invaded the real world three years ago.
During that conflict, she was able to release the full potential of her crest for the first
time. That led to the first appearance of her Digimon's ultimate form, Lilymon.
Myotismon... I remember him well.
I decided to butt in at this point and tell her about my experiences as a Digidestined. I
told him about the four other kids who lived in America that were also Digidestined.
Lou, Maria, Sam, and Steve were all good friends of mine, and although we haven't had
as many adventures together as Mimi and her friends, we had some interesting tales of
our own. If only there were here to help me... describing their personalities are so hard.
I felt a tug at my shoulder. I snapped out of my dream and found Mimi staring in my
face, with a look of concern on it.
"Michael! Michael! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about something."
"Oh. Say, I was doing some thinking of my own..."
"That's nice," I joked.
"I'm not joking!" she retorted, placing her hands on her hips and giving me that look that
I heard girls give that make boys leap back in fear for their lives. She then smirked.
"You know, maybe I shouldn't tell you what I was thinking about."
"I don't care. You're probably thinking about all that stuff that girls do. You know,
shopping, making themselves pretty, talking on the phone all night..."
"Is that what you think I do for a living?" she asked, staring at me once again. Man, she
can't take a joke, can she? "Fine then. You don't have to know about my trip to Japan."
She started walking away from me. At first, I thought it was her who was pulling a trick
on me. But if I told her my thoughts, and it really wasn't a joke, then I'd most likely be
on the receiving end of a slap to the face, and then I'd probably lose my chance to be
with her forever.
So I played it safe and assumed that she was telling the truth. I yelled for her to stop.
"What?"
"What was that about a trip to Japan?"
"Well, if you want to know, I'm planning to go back to Japan and visit my friends. You
met some of them when I took you to the Digiworld last week, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Since we're on summer vacation, I'm guessing that now would be a better time than
ever for a trip back to my hometown."
"So what do I have to do with all of this?"
Mimi stopped for a second. She looked as if she was trying to keep from yelling in
frustration. Boy, I have to remember to be careful about what I say to her. Anyway, she
had finally calmed down, but then I became frightened again when a smirk developed on
her face.
"I was looking for a travel companion since neither of my parents can go and was hoping
that you'd fit the bill. But seeing that you're not interested..."
"I'm interested! I'm interested! I'd love to accompany you to Japan!"
"Great! I knew I could count on you!"
I sighed in relief. I had nearly missed my chance to spent some time alone with Mimi,
and was lucky enough to get a second chance. Okay, so being on an airplane isn't really
'alone with Mimi,' but it's close enough for me.
While I wasn't looking, Mimi had pulled out a notepad and a pen.
"Okay, I need your number."
I jumped back in surprise. "Wait a minute here! Aren't you moving a bit too fast?"
She looked at me weirdly. "What are you talking about? I just need your number so that
I can call you in the morning when we're ready to come get you. I need directions to
your house too."
"Oh... okay."
I quickly scribbled out my number and directions to my house from the school. It would
be easier that way, since we lived on different sides of the district.
"Thanks Michael!" She then put her arms around me and gave me a big hug. "I'll see
you tomorrow!"
She yelled one more reminder my way as she began to run off. "Oh, and make sure you
pack enough clothes to last a whole week!"
I watched her depart with unblinking eyes. It felt like my heart had begun to melt. My
shoulders felt like jelly. She had just hugged me! It probably would have been better if
she would have pecked me on the cheek, but she hugged me! She hugged me!
I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming again!
Ouch!
Nope. I'm not dreaming. She had hugged me!
Oh... I guess I'd better go home and start packing. As I turn around, though, the school
buses had already begun to pull out. I yelled at my bus in particular, but seeing that it
was at the front of the line, I'd never catch it in time.
Sigh... better go to the pay phone and call my parents to pick me up...
To be continued...
Copyright Date: 6/14/01
Story Written by Freedom Fighter
Table of Contents
P Prologue
1 In Love with the New Girl - Michael's POV
2 More Than Just Friends? - Matt's POV
3 The Argument - Izzy's POV
4 The Perfect Girl - Joe's POV
5 Sisterly Love - Yolei's POV
6 The Day Everyone Fell in Love with Me - Mimi's POV
Part 1 - In Love with the New Girl
(As told by Michael, in his point of view)
I admit that I have not done a lot of web surfing as of late, so I have no idea how much
support there is for Michael and Mimi as a couple. I considered it a possibility since it
was Mimi who brought him to the Digiworld. Of course, any substantial evidence at that
point in time for this couple was very minimal, if any. So don't bite my head off if you
are completely against this couple... this is basically a 'what if?' fanfic. Of course it
would be... do you think Michael, Matt, Izzy, or Joe would actually admit their love for
her? How do we even know if any of them really do like her?
Wait, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. But think about those questions though as you
read the next few chapters.
Speaking of which, this will probably be the hardest chapter to write just because I know
very little about Michael's character. So bear with me, okay, and hope that I don't go too
out of character for him.
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Saban and Toei, so please don't sue me. I'm just a
strapped-for-cash college student. Oh, and before I forget, I don't have any plans for a
similar series like this revolving around Kari. So don't get your hopes up Davis (as well
as all of those Davis and Kari supporters... however many of you are reading this).
***
July 13th, 3:30 p.m. in New York, Maple Birch High School
The final bell of the school year rings, and nearly a thousand students charge out the front
door, free for the summer from studying. Among one of the last ones out is Michael
Andrews, a young boy of thirteen years. He was one of the most popular kids in school,
and for good reason. His blonde hair and boyish good looks were a potential girl magnet.
Michael was only interested in one girl, though, and he was hoping that she had taken
interest in him.
* From this point on, the chapter will be from Michael's perspective.
"Finally, school's out for the summer. No more teachers, no more books, and whatever
else that crazy rhyme said. All I know is that I'm going to kick back and relax. I'm glad
that I finally finished the eighth grade. But after this wild year, there's one person I'll
miss the most over the summer."
I look over to my left and see three girls conversing by the flagpole. Do you see the one
in the center? The one with pink hair and stars sown throughout it? The one wearing the
red, white, and blue blouse with a yellow star across her chest? The one wearing a white
skirt and matching colored sneakers? That's the girl that I'll miss the most.
Of course, most of you won't recognize her right away. She's only been here for six
months, but to be it feels like I've known her my entire life. When she first came here,
she was brown haired and decked out in pink from head to toe, from her hat to the pink
straps on her white sneakers. Boy, did the fashion club do a number on her!
Besides being fashionable and beautiful, she's very sincere with everyone she talks with.
I wonder where she picked up a trait like that? I mean, you don't meet many people who
sincerely give their opinions on other people the way she does. I certainly wouldn't have
the guts to go up to my math teacher and say that the sparkly yellow dress she always
wears is ugly. Or to say to my parents that I hate having meatloaf for dinner every
Tuesday. She truly is one of a kind.
Oh? You want to know her name?
I'll tell you, but take one step towards her and you'll be kissing the pavement.
Anyway, her name's Mimi Tachikawa. She's from Japan. I don't know why her family
moved here at all. She's not an exchange student. She doesn't exactly tell everyone
what her parents do for her living. And I'm sure that no one would have guessed that
three years ago she helped save the world.
Mimi is a Digidestined. There are a bunch of others just like her from Tokyo, where she
came from. Okay, they all aren't just like her. Not one of the other girls on the team can
match Mimi's beauty or sincerity.
So how do I know all of this? Well, I'm a Digidestined too. I'm not pulling your leg!
I won't tell you how I became a Digidestined. I will tell you, though, how I met Mimi
and then discovered that she was a Digidestined.
May 23rd, 4:15 p.m. in New York
It was about two months ago... maybe a little less than that. I had stayed after school to
get some help in my biology class when I noticed a bright light coming from the
computer room. So I placed my bookbag by the door and went in to investigate.
Just as I open the door, she comes leaping out of the monitor. My eyes nearly jumped out
of their sockets. Did I see what I just saw? Did that girl just come out from that
computer monitor? Or am I just hallucinating? I'd better pinch myself to make sure.
Ouch! Yes, this is really happening. Wow, this is like that 'Weird Science' show, where
those two guys create a perfect girl on their computer and make her come alive in the real
world. Only thing is, I'm the only guy here, and I'm pretty sure I didn't create her.
Though I'd be out of my mind if I'd ever find myself in a lab actually trying to create her.
What am I saying? I'm no scientist! And that girl over there is real! Real beautiful,
that is.
Miraculously, I've been standing with one foot in the doorway the last minute or so,
without moving, and she hasn't noticed me yet. In fact, she seems to be talking to the
computer. What? Okay, now I've really lost it. Wait, never mind, I think she's just
chatting with someone with an on-line videophone built into the computer. But since
when did we have something like that?
I couldn't answer my own question. I could, though, try to get a little bit closer and see if
I can hear some of her conversation. Then maybe I could figure out my next move.
Quietly sneaking into the room and finding a hiding spot under one of the computer
desks, I listen closely as she continues to converse.
" ...now don't forget to help out the new kids if they need it. They can't let their
inexperience be their doom! They have to defeat that evil emperor! They just have to!"
"Don't worry Mimi," a voice from the monitor responds, "and I'll do my best to keep
that emperor from putting up any control spires in this area."
Mimi, which I now know is the girl's name, appears to be on the verge of crying... but
she holds herself back. "Thanks Palmon. Good luck!"
With that, she takes a few steps towards the door. Well, more like two steps. She looked
carefully at the door and it appeared that she was thinking about something. Maybe she
was aware that someone, namely him, had snuck into the room. She might interpret that
he was a stalker that was after her. Or a spy who knew something about her little
trip. Whichever, I wasn't quite sure.
In my mind, that left her with two options. Make a run for the door and hope that I
wouldn't jump her for whatever reason, or to attempt to call me out so that she knew
where exactly I was. She moved as if she had chosen the latter, when something falls off
of her and slides onto the floor... towards me!
Of course, my natural reaction was to try to knock it away from my location so that she
wouldn't find me. Unfortunately, I didn't see her walk over and grab the object at the
same time I did.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened next.
The first thing she did was pull me out from under the desk so that she could get a good
look at my face. If I knew she was going to do that, I would have attempted to cover my
face from her and make a break for it. Before I could act, though, she began screaming.
She quickly let go of the object, sending me sliding about ten feet away from her, and
right into another desk. The jolt disoriented me for a few seconds, but what she did next
was the most frightening moment of my life. She had grabbed one of the chairs and was
holding it above her head, as if she was going to bring it down on my head.
"Stop!" I quickly yelled, with every intention of avoiding getting knocked out by a girl.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? How long have you been here? Why are you
spying on me? I want answers now!"
"Chill out," I said, slowly getting up but keeping my eye on her at the same time. "I
didn't come here to hurt you. I was just passing by when I saw the light from this room,
and then all of sudden you come jumping out of the computer!"
This made Mimi jump back in fright, and in the process release her grip on the chair,
making it fall to the ground with a loud crash. Luckily for both of us, it stayed intact
upon impact with the floor. But I wasn't focused on that now. It seemed that I had
unwittingly placed the advantage on my side. There must something special about that
computer, and she must not want anyone else finding out what that 'something special' is.
My thoughts were interrupted when she spoke up cautiously. "You mean you saw me
jump out of the computer?"
"Well, yeah," I responded nervously.
"Are you sure?" she said, walking over to me with a smile. Wait, she's smiling? What's
going on? Why is she smiling?
She raises her right hand and places it on my forehead. I can feel the warmth emanating
from her palm. Just as I was enjoying the feel of her hand there, though, she pulls it
back.
"You're not sick or anything, are you? You seem to be a little hot?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Now hold up! Who's in control here? She's playing me for a fool! She's changed the
subject! Well, I'll show her a thing or two about changing subjects. "You know, you're
cute."
"Excuse me?" she queried with a raised eyebrow. Why the heck did I just say that? I
must be going out of my mind. Of course I am! Just how many questions have I asked
myself since I got in here! I should be asking her the questions!
"I said, nice weather we're having, huh?"
"Oh. I thought you said something else."
"Nope."
"Well, I guess I'll be going now. I apologize for worrying you, if that's all you're
thinking about right now."
"Yeah, I guess so. Apology accepted."
"I guess I'll take that back now," she said, pointing at the object enclosed between my
hands.
"Sure," I replied with a smile of mine own. It wasn't until she reached for it that I had
realized that I was about to make another mistake. I pulled it away from her.
"Give me that back," she protested. "It's mine!"
"Just what is it, anyway?" I asked, opening my hands so that I could get my first glimpse
at this thing that she had dropped.
I gasped. It was a Digivice. Or for all I know, a reasonable facsimile. How could a girl,
as beautiful and innocent as her, possess a Digivice? Especially since I possessed one of
my own. I thought I was the only one in New York.
"It's a Digivice!" I finally exclaimed aloud, as Mimi snatched it from my two hands. As
she began to walk away, she huffed at me. It was then that it finally had sunk into her
head what I had just said.
Mimi stops and slowly makes a 180-degree turn to face me. "How did you know that
this," she began, holding the Digivice in the air, "was a Digivice?"
"Because I too possess a Digivice."
I was guessing that Mimi was going to inquire more about how I came into obtaining a
Digivice of my own, and I was about to do the same to her, when two teachers come
bursting into the room. I began to panic. Mimi was probably going to accuse me of
trying to stalk her, and then they'd carry me out before I'd get a chance to plead my
case.
"What's going on?" one of them asked.
Mimi stepped in front of me and replied, "nothing. Nothing at all. We were just
reenacting something that we had seen on TV last night, and I guess we got a little out of
hand," she noted, pointing to the displaced chair on the floor.
"Well, don't do it on school property," the other one replied. "Take it outside, both of
you!"
"Yes sir," we both responded.
We both headed for the door. I reached it first. Outside the room, I grab my bookbag
and strap it on to my back. Mimi walks past me and down the hallway. Probably to her
locker, I guess. I decided to follow her.
"So why didn't you tell them that you thought I was stalking you?" I asked, catching up.
"Because I believe you."
"Huh?"
"I don't think you were after me at all. You just happened to be passing by, you
wondered what was going on, and so you unexpectedly dropped in on me."
"If I remember right, it was you who was doing the dropping."
We made a left towards the hallway where the 8th grade lockers were stationed.
"By the way, you didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask me one!"
"Oh, I guess I didn't."
"See."
"That's besides the point," she exclaimed, raising her voice at me. "How did you know
what a Digivice is?"
"Because I too possess one. I already answered that question, remember?"
"Okay wise guy, then tell me how you got one."
"Why don't you tell me how you got one first?"
"Why don't you?"
"You first!"
"No, you!"
"You!"
"Okay!" she finally yelled. "I'll tell you."
By that time, we had reached her locker. She unlocks it and takes out the books she
needs, and stuffs them in a bookbag that was also in there. I impatiently waited for her to
finish so that she could start telling her story.
"Well?"
She responds by nearly slamming the locker in my face. She looks towards one end of
the hallway, then the other. She then pulls me to the nearest exit, which happens to be
the front door.
We take a seat on a nearby bench. Both of us put our bookbags down. Before I can
prompt her once again to start, she glares at me. It was at that moment that she began
telling me her story...
She started by telling me of the other six kids that were with her when they first visited
the Digiworld. Tai Kamiya, the self-imposed but not too bright leader. Matt Ishida, the
pretty boy who was more emotional than most would think of him at first glance. Sora
Takenouchi, a tomboyish girl who spent most of their adventure looking for love...
mostly from her mother. Izzy Izumi, the intelligent one who, in her opinion, tended to
always talk about some technical gibberish that she could never make heads or tails of.
Joe Kido, better known as the resident 'chicken,' but probably remembered more for his
reliability in any given situation. TK Takashi, the youngest of the group, yet probably the
wisest of the Digidestined. These six were her best friends, and fellow Digidestined, and
she would never her turn her back on any one of them.
I began to think about this Matt kid. To me, he seemed to be the most likely candidate to
be Mimi's boyfriend. As I took a second to think about, she continued her story. She
told me how they met their Digimon, including hers, the plant one named Palmon. She
also revealed how they learned about the Digiworld, and then disclosed how they were
able to defeat an evil Digimon named Devimon. From there, she explained their journey
to File Island, how they met Piximon and obtained their crests, and their encounter with
another evil Digimon: a singing Elvis impersonating monkey named Etemon.
I then blushed when she told me about the incident on Cockatrimon's ship. About how
her and Sora had to run away from the evil Digimon dressed only in a towel. Boy, how I
would have loved to have been there. Speaking of which, why would she tell me
something like that anyway? At first, I thought about that stereotype that all blondes are
dumb. Now that couldn't be true; I was a blonde myself! Then I remembered that she
was more brown haired rather than blonde... so it had to be something else. Unless she
wasn't bright at all.
Even after she told me about her crest, I still didn't get it.
You see, Mimi is the carrier of the Crest of Sincerity. As the possessor of that crest, she
told me that during her adventure in the Digiworld, she learned to be more open-minded,
while keeping away from those useless comments that she tended to make in the past.
That really came in handy when Myotismon invaded the real world three years ago.
During that conflict, she was able to release the full potential of her crest for the first
time. That led to the first appearance of her Digimon's ultimate form, Lilymon.
Myotismon... I remember him well.
I decided to butt in at this point and tell her about my experiences as a Digidestined. I
told him about the four other kids who lived in America that were also Digidestined.
Lou, Maria, Sam, and Steve were all good friends of mine, and although we haven't had
as many adventures together as Mimi and her friends, we had some interesting tales of
our own. If only there were here to help me... describing their personalities are so hard.
I felt a tug at my shoulder. I snapped out of my dream and found Mimi staring in my
face, with a look of concern on it.
"Michael! Michael! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about something."
"Oh. Say, I was doing some thinking of my own..."
"That's nice," I joked.
"I'm not joking!" she retorted, placing her hands on her hips and giving me that look that
I heard girls give that make boys leap back in fear for their lives. She then smirked.
"You know, maybe I shouldn't tell you what I was thinking about."
"I don't care. You're probably thinking about all that stuff that girls do. You know,
shopping, making themselves pretty, talking on the phone all night..."
"Is that what you think I do for a living?" she asked, staring at me once again. Man, she
can't take a joke, can she? "Fine then. You don't have to know about my trip to Japan."
She started walking away from me. At first, I thought it was her who was pulling a trick
on me. But if I told her my thoughts, and it really wasn't a joke, then I'd most likely be
on the receiving end of a slap to the face, and then I'd probably lose my chance to be
with her forever.
So I played it safe and assumed that she was telling the truth. I yelled for her to stop.
"What?"
"What was that about a trip to Japan?"
"Well, if you want to know, I'm planning to go back to Japan and visit my friends. You
met some of them when I took you to the Digiworld last week, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"Since we're on summer vacation, I'm guessing that now would be a better time than
ever for a trip back to my hometown."
"So what do I have to do with all of this?"
Mimi stopped for a second. She looked as if she was trying to keep from yelling in
frustration. Boy, I have to remember to be careful about what I say to her. Anyway, she
had finally calmed down, but then I became frightened again when a smirk developed on
her face.
"I was looking for a travel companion since neither of my parents can go and was hoping
that you'd fit the bill. But seeing that you're not interested..."
"I'm interested! I'm interested! I'd love to accompany you to Japan!"
"Great! I knew I could count on you!"
I sighed in relief. I had nearly missed my chance to spent some time alone with Mimi,
and was lucky enough to get a second chance. Okay, so being on an airplane isn't really
'alone with Mimi,' but it's close enough for me.
While I wasn't looking, Mimi had pulled out a notepad and a pen.
"Okay, I need your number."
I jumped back in surprise. "Wait a minute here! Aren't you moving a bit too fast?"
She looked at me weirdly. "What are you talking about? I just need your number so that
I can call you in the morning when we're ready to come get you. I need directions to
your house too."
"Oh... okay."
I quickly scribbled out my number and directions to my house from the school. It would
be easier that way, since we lived on different sides of the district.
"Thanks Michael!" She then put her arms around me and gave me a big hug. "I'll see
you tomorrow!"
She yelled one more reminder my way as she began to run off. "Oh, and make sure you
pack enough clothes to last a whole week!"
I watched her depart with unblinking eyes. It felt like my heart had begun to melt. My
shoulders felt like jelly. She had just hugged me! It probably would have been better if
she would have pecked me on the cheek, but she hugged me! She hugged me!
I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming again!
Ouch!
Nope. I'm not dreaming. She had hugged me!
Oh... I guess I'd better go home and start packing. As I turn around, though, the school
buses had already begun to pull out. I yelled at my bus in particular, but seeing that it
was at the front of the line, I'd never catch it in time.
Sigh... better go to the pay phone and call my parents to pick me up...
To be continued...
Copyright Date: 6/14/01