"Your smile is worth a million words"
Rei Sagara
Authors notes: Well, this story is not really following the whole story line of Digimon. In this fanfic Mimi is in Japan, yet, they are older. Mimi, Koushiro, and the others are around 16. All other things that are non- plot oriented will be explained. All right? Alrighty then! Now, Without further ado, I present to you, 'Your smile is worth a million words'
Chapter One
Shards of Glass
"Why do you always do this?!?" Mimi's father screamed, as he threw her make-up bag to the floor. The contents of the bag flew in every direction before crashing to the ground, covering the floor with a thin layer of glass.
Mimi quivered as she held back her tears. "I'm sorry daddy. It won't happen again." she vowed.
"You're damn right it won't happen again. And do you know what will happen if it does?" Mr. Tachikawa asked his daughter, getting only inches from her face to make sure she would listen. "You don't want to know what I'll do." he whispered, saliva particles spurting from his mouth as he spoke.
"I... I understand." Mimi's voice shook as she managed to get the words out. A tear fell slowly from her eye and ran down her cheek, and after a few seconds, fell to the glass covered floor beneath her.
Her father straightened up, and looked quickly around the bathroom. "Well, it looks like you have some cleaning to do. You better get started. If this bathroom isn't clean in fifteen minutes, you are grounded for the weekend." With that, he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Mimi waited until she could no longer hear her fathers foot steps before she let the tears fall full force. She slid down along the door into a sitting position and rapped her arms around herself. "Why... Why does he hate me so much?" she asked herself through short breaths.
A few minutes past before she stopped her crying, and began her cleaning. Mimi reached down and began collecting the tiny shards of glass. By the time she had picked up all the remains, her hands were covered in scratches, blood dripping slowly from her palms and finger tips. She grabbed some gauze from the cupboard beneath the sink and left for her room.
******
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep...
"Uugh..." Mimi grumbled as she turned on her stomach and reached for the hello kitty clock that sat on a small shelf above her head. With a light tap, the annoying beeping came to an end. "Ouch!" she looked down at her hands and realized that what she hoped was a nightmare, was very much real life.
She shook her head softly and got out of bed, slipping her feet into a pair of leopard print slippers that sat next to her bed. Mimi groggily walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Exiting minutes later feeling her energy returning to her.
"Blue? Pink? Red? Hmm..." Mimi asked herself, as she looked through her closet for something to wear. "I guess a red turtleneck will do fine." She grabbed the shirt, a long blue jean skirt with a tear up the front and after getting dressed, put her hair into a high ponytail.
"I'm going over to Miyako's, and then we're going to go to the mall for a little while. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" she asked, while grabbing her purse and making her way to the front door. After hearing her mother say it was okay, she left the house and started walking to her friend's house.
******
"Thanks anyway Taichi. Maybe I'll meet up with you a little later. Okay. See ya." Koushiro hung up the cordless phone and leaned back in his chair. A sigh escaped his throat as he tried to think of something he could do today.
"Koushiro!"
Koushiro sighed again, and turned to face his bedroom door. "Yeah, mom?"
"Would you mind going out and buying a few things for me at the mall today? I really need them. It is a very short list of things, and I'll give you some extra money for yourself."
"Sure." Koushiro stood up and made his way to the kitchen wear his mother was making jello for later. "What do you want me to get?" he asked, leaning on the counter.
His mother finished stirring the mix before handing her son a small piece of paper with about five items written on it. "That is all I need. Here is one hundred. You can spend whatever is left."
"Thanks." Koushiro said, then left for the mall.
******
"Are you ready to go?" Mimi asked, as Miyako opened the front door.
Miyako nodded and grabbed a jacket just in case. "Let's go. Oh yeah! I talked my dad into giving us a ride. There is no public transportation for us!" She exclaimed with a peace sign, laughing.
Mimi smiled, and giggles softly, trying to get into the moment, even though the feelings inside her were nothing to be laughed at. "We are better than all of those commoners! They don't deserve to be in our presence!" Mimi added, laughing even more than before.
"You girls ready?" Miyako's father asked.
******
Koushiro wondered through aisle after aisle before he finally spotted the second item on the list: Secret Platinum Protection, 2.6 OZ, the unscented, soft solid, kind.
[And that was only the second item. Damn women toiletries.] Koushiro sighed and made his way to the cash register to pay.
"We are having a sale on this item. Only $3.75. Wow. Aren't we a rich little man! Well, you look like a smart enough boy. You seem like the type to carry around lots of money! I knew a guy like you once! He always had lots and lots of money. And do you know why? It was because he was smart!" The women exclaimed, taking the hundred from Koushiro and giving him back the change. "Would you like a bag for this?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Koushiro crossed off the item on the list and left the store to go find a store that sells good cutlery. [Shopping for a girl is hard work.] Koushiro sat down on a bench and looked at his watch. He had been there for ten minutes, although it felt more like an hour.
"So, what do you want to shop for? Or do you just want to go into every shop!" Miyako asked.
Mimi shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't really matter to me. Whatever you want to do is fine. I'm not really looking for anything special."
[Is that Mimi?] Koushiro looked up, and as he had thought, there was Mimi with Miyako. "Hey Mimi. Hey Miyako." Koushiro said, walking up to the two. "What's up?"
"Hey Koushiro. Nothing much. We're just doing a little shopping." Miyako smiled up at him. "You wanna join us? That is, if you have nothing else you need to do."
"Yeah, sure. I'll come. I only have a few things that I have to get for my mom." Koushiro explained, showing Miyako the list.
Miyako stuffed the paper into her pocket and grabbed on to Koushiro's arm, turning him to his left. "I know exactly where everything is. Just follow me! Come on Mimi! To the knife shop!" she pointed in the direction of the store and began walking at a fast pace to their destination.
Mimi nodded but continued walking at a slow, steady pace. [Miyako sure does have a lot of energy.] she thought to herself. [Enough that if she gave away half, she'd have enough to share with the other half of the world!]
"And here it is! The number one knife shop in the mall! If you would follow me this way we have some lovely butcher knifes, and down this aisle..." Miyako continued rambling on, not noticing that Koushiro was no longer with her.
"You okay?" Koushiro asked, interrupting Mimi's thoughts.
She looked up to see concern in his eyes. She smiled softly, and shook her head. "I'm fine. I guess I'm just not fully awake yet." she lied.
Koushiro's face held the same worried look as before. "I'm sorry, Mimi. But, I don't believe you." he reached down and softly grabbed her hands.
Mimi tried to pull back, but decided that it wouldn't help. "You know me too well."
"What happened?" he asked, holding her hands in his. "I have known that something has been bothering you for a long time. I guess that is why I've been acting weird lately too."
"It's nothing. Really. You don't have to worry about me. Everything is just fine." she explained, trying to sound as truthful as possible.
A small gasp escaped Mimi's throat as she felt Koushiro pull her closer to him. He whispered sympathetically into her ear, "Please. Promise me, that if anything is ever wrong, or you need someone to talk to, anything, that you will tell me. I'll always be here Mimi. No matter what. You can trust me." Koushiro's voice was truthful, and comforting. All Mimi could do was nod, for her voice was lost in the moment.
"Hey! Koushiro! I thought we were buying knifes here! Where did ya go. Hey! Koushi-" Miyako stopped when she saw them both so close. "Aaahhh... I get it." A sly smile crossed her face. "You just wanted me to go into the knife shop so you could have some time aloooone! Is that it?" her smile quickly changed into a glare.
Koushiro stepped back from Mimi, his face bright red from embarrassment. "Tha-That is not it at all! I was just... I mean. We were, uhh.. Well..."
Mimi giggled softly, her face also a light shade of pink. She leaned forward and kissed Koushiro on the forehead. "You're so cute when you blush."
"I am not blushing!" Koushiro said, turning away to hide his even brighter face.
Miyako laughed hysterically. "There is no way to hide. You glow like a light bulb!" she exclaimed, slapping Koushiro on the back. "Don't worry. I won't ask you any more questions. I can just sit in wonder for the rest of my life. Making up storied of why the two of you were so close." Miyako stepped in front of Koushiro, poking him in the chest. "And I hope you know that my stories are going to be far more graphic, in depth, romantic, and much more, than the truth!" she added, winking.
Koushiro swallowed. "I get it, I get it. Now will ya stop poking me?"
"Sure!" she smiled up at him.
With a sigh, Koushiro and the girls continued gathering the items for his mother. After another hour had past, they had collected all of the items, leaving Koushiro with about fifty dollars of his own.
******
Sora hung up the phone, slamming it down on her desk. She had just got off the phone with Taichi's mother. It was Saturday, every Saturday was her and Taichi's day out together. They usually went out for a slice of pizza and then to a movie, but when Taichi didn't show, she decided to give him a call.
Taichi's mother had answered the phone, explaining that Taichi had gone out with Yamato to watch a band practice, and also, try-out for the band. The old guitarist had to quit because he was moving to Osaka, and so they had an opening for a guitarist, and Taichi, being Yamato's friend, figured he had a pretty good chance at scoring the part.
Filled with anger, Sora picked up the phone once more. She wouldn't have been so mad with Taichi if he had called to inform her, but now she was upset, she needed someone to talk to.
She put the phone to her ear, listening to the soft ringing until it finally stopped and a rugged voice spoke. "Whaddya want?"
Sora sat for a second before answering. "Uh, hi. Is Mimi available?"
"Why the hell would you want to talk to her? That bitch doesn't do anything anyway!" Mimi's father screamed into the phone, coughing. "She's not home, and I hope she never comes back."
"T-thank you, sir... I'm sorry for bothering you." her voice quivered, and she hung up the phone, dropping her arms to her side. [Poor Mimi... Her father's drunk again... I hope she doesn't get back while he's still like this...] She sighed, laying down backwards on her bed.
End Chapter One
Rei Sagara
Authors notes: Well, this story is not really following the whole story line of Digimon. In this fanfic Mimi is in Japan, yet, they are older. Mimi, Koushiro, and the others are around 16. All other things that are non- plot oriented will be explained. All right? Alrighty then! Now, Without further ado, I present to you, 'Your smile is worth a million words'
Chapter One
Shards of Glass
"Why do you always do this?!?" Mimi's father screamed, as he threw her make-up bag to the floor. The contents of the bag flew in every direction before crashing to the ground, covering the floor with a thin layer of glass.
Mimi quivered as she held back her tears. "I'm sorry daddy. It won't happen again." she vowed.
"You're damn right it won't happen again. And do you know what will happen if it does?" Mr. Tachikawa asked his daughter, getting only inches from her face to make sure she would listen. "You don't want to know what I'll do." he whispered, saliva particles spurting from his mouth as he spoke.
"I... I understand." Mimi's voice shook as she managed to get the words out. A tear fell slowly from her eye and ran down her cheek, and after a few seconds, fell to the glass covered floor beneath her.
Her father straightened up, and looked quickly around the bathroom. "Well, it looks like you have some cleaning to do. You better get started. If this bathroom isn't clean in fifteen minutes, you are grounded for the weekend." With that, he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Mimi waited until she could no longer hear her fathers foot steps before she let the tears fall full force. She slid down along the door into a sitting position and rapped her arms around herself. "Why... Why does he hate me so much?" she asked herself through short breaths.
A few minutes past before she stopped her crying, and began her cleaning. Mimi reached down and began collecting the tiny shards of glass. By the time she had picked up all the remains, her hands were covered in scratches, blood dripping slowly from her palms and finger tips. She grabbed some gauze from the cupboard beneath the sink and left for her room.
******
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep...
"Uugh..." Mimi grumbled as she turned on her stomach and reached for the hello kitty clock that sat on a small shelf above her head. With a light tap, the annoying beeping came to an end. "Ouch!" she looked down at her hands and realized that what she hoped was a nightmare, was very much real life.
She shook her head softly and got out of bed, slipping her feet into a pair of leopard print slippers that sat next to her bed. Mimi groggily walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Exiting minutes later feeling her energy returning to her.
"Blue? Pink? Red? Hmm..." Mimi asked herself, as she looked through her closet for something to wear. "I guess a red turtleneck will do fine." She grabbed the shirt, a long blue jean skirt with a tear up the front and after getting dressed, put her hair into a high ponytail.
"I'm going over to Miyako's, and then we're going to go to the mall for a little while. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" she asked, while grabbing her purse and making her way to the front door. After hearing her mother say it was okay, she left the house and started walking to her friend's house.
******
"Thanks anyway Taichi. Maybe I'll meet up with you a little later. Okay. See ya." Koushiro hung up the cordless phone and leaned back in his chair. A sigh escaped his throat as he tried to think of something he could do today.
"Koushiro!"
Koushiro sighed again, and turned to face his bedroom door. "Yeah, mom?"
"Would you mind going out and buying a few things for me at the mall today? I really need them. It is a very short list of things, and I'll give you some extra money for yourself."
"Sure." Koushiro stood up and made his way to the kitchen wear his mother was making jello for later. "What do you want me to get?" he asked, leaning on the counter.
His mother finished stirring the mix before handing her son a small piece of paper with about five items written on it. "That is all I need. Here is one hundred. You can spend whatever is left."
"Thanks." Koushiro said, then left for the mall.
******
"Are you ready to go?" Mimi asked, as Miyako opened the front door.
Miyako nodded and grabbed a jacket just in case. "Let's go. Oh yeah! I talked my dad into giving us a ride. There is no public transportation for us!" She exclaimed with a peace sign, laughing.
Mimi smiled, and giggles softly, trying to get into the moment, even though the feelings inside her were nothing to be laughed at. "We are better than all of those commoners! They don't deserve to be in our presence!" Mimi added, laughing even more than before.
"You girls ready?" Miyako's father asked.
******
Koushiro wondered through aisle after aisle before he finally spotted the second item on the list: Secret Platinum Protection, 2.6 OZ, the unscented, soft solid, kind.
[And that was only the second item. Damn women toiletries.] Koushiro sighed and made his way to the cash register to pay.
"We are having a sale on this item. Only $3.75. Wow. Aren't we a rich little man! Well, you look like a smart enough boy. You seem like the type to carry around lots of money! I knew a guy like you once! He always had lots and lots of money. And do you know why? It was because he was smart!" The women exclaimed, taking the hundred from Koushiro and giving him back the change. "Would you like a bag for this?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Koushiro crossed off the item on the list and left the store to go find a store that sells good cutlery. [Shopping for a girl is hard work.] Koushiro sat down on a bench and looked at his watch. He had been there for ten minutes, although it felt more like an hour.
"So, what do you want to shop for? Or do you just want to go into every shop!" Miyako asked.
Mimi shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't really matter to me. Whatever you want to do is fine. I'm not really looking for anything special."
[Is that Mimi?] Koushiro looked up, and as he had thought, there was Mimi with Miyako. "Hey Mimi. Hey Miyako." Koushiro said, walking up to the two. "What's up?"
"Hey Koushiro. Nothing much. We're just doing a little shopping." Miyako smiled up at him. "You wanna join us? That is, if you have nothing else you need to do."
"Yeah, sure. I'll come. I only have a few things that I have to get for my mom." Koushiro explained, showing Miyako the list.
Miyako stuffed the paper into her pocket and grabbed on to Koushiro's arm, turning him to his left. "I know exactly where everything is. Just follow me! Come on Mimi! To the knife shop!" she pointed in the direction of the store and began walking at a fast pace to their destination.
Mimi nodded but continued walking at a slow, steady pace. [Miyako sure does have a lot of energy.] she thought to herself. [Enough that if she gave away half, she'd have enough to share with the other half of the world!]
"And here it is! The number one knife shop in the mall! If you would follow me this way we have some lovely butcher knifes, and down this aisle..." Miyako continued rambling on, not noticing that Koushiro was no longer with her.
"You okay?" Koushiro asked, interrupting Mimi's thoughts.
She looked up to see concern in his eyes. She smiled softly, and shook her head. "I'm fine. I guess I'm just not fully awake yet." she lied.
Koushiro's face held the same worried look as before. "I'm sorry, Mimi. But, I don't believe you." he reached down and softly grabbed her hands.
Mimi tried to pull back, but decided that it wouldn't help. "You know me too well."
"What happened?" he asked, holding her hands in his. "I have known that something has been bothering you for a long time. I guess that is why I've been acting weird lately too."
"It's nothing. Really. You don't have to worry about me. Everything is just fine." she explained, trying to sound as truthful as possible.
A small gasp escaped Mimi's throat as she felt Koushiro pull her closer to him. He whispered sympathetically into her ear, "Please. Promise me, that if anything is ever wrong, or you need someone to talk to, anything, that you will tell me. I'll always be here Mimi. No matter what. You can trust me." Koushiro's voice was truthful, and comforting. All Mimi could do was nod, for her voice was lost in the moment.
"Hey! Koushiro! I thought we were buying knifes here! Where did ya go. Hey! Koushi-" Miyako stopped when she saw them both so close. "Aaahhh... I get it." A sly smile crossed her face. "You just wanted me to go into the knife shop so you could have some time aloooone! Is that it?" her smile quickly changed into a glare.
Koushiro stepped back from Mimi, his face bright red from embarrassment. "Tha-That is not it at all! I was just... I mean. We were, uhh.. Well..."
Mimi giggled softly, her face also a light shade of pink. She leaned forward and kissed Koushiro on the forehead. "You're so cute when you blush."
"I am not blushing!" Koushiro said, turning away to hide his even brighter face.
Miyako laughed hysterically. "There is no way to hide. You glow like a light bulb!" she exclaimed, slapping Koushiro on the back. "Don't worry. I won't ask you any more questions. I can just sit in wonder for the rest of my life. Making up storied of why the two of you were so close." Miyako stepped in front of Koushiro, poking him in the chest. "And I hope you know that my stories are going to be far more graphic, in depth, romantic, and much more, than the truth!" she added, winking.
Koushiro swallowed. "I get it, I get it. Now will ya stop poking me?"
"Sure!" she smiled up at him.
With a sigh, Koushiro and the girls continued gathering the items for his mother. After another hour had past, they had collected all of the items, leaving Koushiro with about fifty dollars of his own.
******
Sora hung up the phone, slamming it down on her desk. She had just got off the phone with Taichi's mother. It was Saturday, every Saturday was her and Taichi's day out together. They usually went out for a slice of pizza and then to a movie, but when Taichi didn't show, she decided to give him a call.
Taichi's mother had answered the phone, explaining that Taichi had gone out with Yamato to watch a band practice, and also, try-out for the band. The old guitarist had to quit because he was moving to Osaka, and so they had an opening for a guitarist, and Taichi, being Yamato's friend, figured he had a pretty good chance at scoring the part.
Filled with anger, Sora picked up the phone once more. She wouldn't have been so mad with Taichi if he had called to inform her, but now she was upset, she needed someone to talk to.
She put the phone to her ear, listening to the soft ringing until it finally stopped and a rugged voice spoke. "Whaddya want?"
Sora sat for a second before answering. "Uh, hi. Is Mimi available?"
"Why the hell would you want to talk to her? That bitch doesn't do anything anyway!" Mimi's father screamed into the phone, coughing. "She's not home, and I hope she never comes back."
"T-thank you, sir... I'm sorry for bothering you." her voice quivered, and she hung up the phone, dropping her arms to her side. [Poor Mimi... Her father's drunk again... I hope she doesn't get back while he's still like this...] She sighed, laying down backwards on her bed.
End Chapter One