Note from author:
I really didn't plan on making a second chapter to this story. I'd
originally just planed on making it a short story. I'm not sure really how
the story will progress, or what I want to do with it. but I really love
the characters and I'm having fun with them. I made one adjustment to one
of the characters you'll see in the next chapter. Those being that Daisuke
will be the same age as the other three. How he grew up so fast I'm not
sure, maybe he found an age formula in the digital world. ^.^; But really
that's the only adjustment I made. A side note: I didn't spend as much
time as I did with on the first chapter, so I may end up redoing this. Just
adding a few quarks here and there, but that won't be for a while ^.^
Remember, that I do not own Digimon in any way. Enjoy!
Mimi swerved around the corner, her socks sliding against the hardwood floor, her foot tripping upon one of the many objects scattering the hall. Her feet flew out from under her, her rear hitting the floor with a loud thud, "Ouch.." Grunting, she lifted herself up rubbing her rear and scattered down the hall again. "Yamato! Have you seen my bag?!"
Yamato leaped from his room, hoping upon one foot and slipping a sock upon the other, "No! Try the door!"
"Got it!" She shouted from the door, the sound of her pink tennis shoes scuffing against the floor.
"Mimi! Tie!" Yamato struggled with his half buttoned shirt, his tie draped over his neck.
"Already got it!"
"Not yours! Mine!" Yamato growled impatiently, rushing for a second hand finish.
Mimi raced back into the hall, dodging the miscellaneous objects. Her hands quickly tying and looping the solid black tie, "Shirt!" She cried, her hands flying down to button the remaining on his shirt, as he tucked in the second half of his shirttail.
"Mine! Look at yours!" Yamato shot back, pulling the ends of her shirt down for her to tuck in.
"We're going to be late!" Mimi hustled, tucking her white collared shirt into her black and slightly baggy formal pants. "Go start the bike, I'll grab the helmet's!" She struggled up the hall and into the kitchen, "Don't forget your shoes!"
Yamato stopped at the door and creped to his shoes, the keys dangling from his hand. "Thought so!" She shouted around the corner, disappearing as quickly as she reappeared, "Your bag!"
She stumbled over the stacked boxes for recycling behind Yamato, grabbing him around the waist for support. "ugh!" "I'll clean it when we get back!" Yamato cried back to her before she could complain, peering back and down as she picked herself up. Sighing she tossed him his helmet, as her own eyes disappeared under the tinted visor, "Sound?" She asked, checking the link between the two-intercomed systems within the helmets. "Clear," He cried ahead of her, leaping over the brick wall in front of the apartment. Mimi followed one step behind, pushing her weight to her left wrist and leaping over.
The Crotch-Rocket engine roared as she pulled her leg over the bike. "Hold on!" Yamato warned, giving her two seconds to grab his waist before throwing the bike into gear. The silver bike weaved in and out of traffic, and speed through both intersections. Buildings flying by with each turn, she leaned in closer to him, moving, following his movement. Her long strawberry hair flowing out behind her from underneath the helmet.
Hastily pulling the bike to a stop, the engine died within the parking space, "See, we made it." Yamato muffled through the removal of his helmet, setting it down beside hers.
One shortly following the other, three sharp bells rang out at once, signing the first bell. "Aya!" Mimi jumped, running into a mad dash for the double doors to the school. "See we made it!" She mocked, throwing him a snide look as they bound through the doors and into the main hall. Their sneakers tearing down against the floor, they made a sharp turn down the second left corridor, Mimi slightly behind.
Halting in front of the last door, Yamato held the doorframe and bent in, breathing heavily. Stopping to short for her, Mimi plowed into him, sending them both to the floor at the head of the classroom with the ringing of the second bell. Several blank faces cringed in pain at the sight of the crash, one particular face appearing above them. Her eyebrows rising above her slender spectacles in question. Mimi, having landed horizontally across Yamato, lifted her face in uncertain laughter. "Uh.. Hi.. We made it?" Yamato managed a small laugh, questioning from his position on the floor. "Yes, I can see that Mr. Ishida." Giving a small smile, she sat straight up and moved to the front desk, "Do try to make a less dramatic entrance next time, wont you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Kamiya." Yamato sighed and grunted under Mimi's weight, resting his head back on the floor.
Ruffling his hand through his thick blonde hair, he slouched into a back desk to the left of Mimi. "Oversleep?" Taichi whispered in the desk ahead of him. "How'd you guess?" Mimi giggled throwing Yamato a smile to show it hadn't been hurtful.
"Ha Ha." Yamato blankly remarked, throwing his hands behind his head.
Mimi swerved around the corner, her socks sliding against the hardwood floor, her foot tripping upon one of the many objects scattering the hall. Her feet flew out from under her, her rear hitting the floor with a loud thud, "Ouch.." Grunting, she lifted herself up rubbing her rear and scattered down the hall again. "Yamato! Have you seen my bag?!"
Yamato leaped from his room, hoping upon one foot and slipping a sock upon the other, "No! Try the door!"
"Got it!" She shouted from the door, the sound of her pink tennis shoes scuffing against the floor.
"Mimi! Tie!" Yamato struggled with his half buttoned shirt, his tie draped over his neck.
"Already got it!"
"Not yours! Mine!" Yamato growled impatiently, rushing for a second hand finish.
Mimi raced back into the hall, dodging the miscellaneous objects. Her hands quickly tying and looping the solid black tie, "Shirt!" She cried, her hands flying down to button the remaining on his shirt, as he tucked in the second half of his shirttail.
"Mine! Look at yours!" Yamato shot back, pulling the ends of her shirt down for her to tuck in.
"We're going to be late!" Mimi hustled, tucking her white collared shirt into her black and slightly baggy formal pants. "Go start the bike, I'll grab the helmet's!" She struggled up the hall and into the kitchen, "Don't forget your shoes!"
Yamato stopped at the door and creped to his shoes, the keys dangling from his hand. "Thought so!" She shouted around the corner, disappearing as quickly as she reappeared, "Your bag!"
She stumbled over the stacked boxes for recycling behind Yamato, grabbing him around the waist for support. "ugh!" "I'll clean it when we get back!" Yamato cried back to her before she could complain, peering back and down as she picked herself up. Sighing she tossed him his helmet, as her own eyes disappeared under the tinted visor, "Sound?" She asked, checking the link between the two-intercomed systems within the helmets. "Clear," He cried ahead of her, leaping over the brick wall in front of the apartment. Mimi followed one step behind, pushing her weight to her left wrist and leaping over.
The Crotch-Rocket engine roared as she pulled her leg over the bike. "Hold on!" Yamato warned, giving her two seconds to grab his waist before throwing the bike into gear. The silver bike weaved in and out of traffic, and speed through both intersections. Buildings flying by with each turn, she leaned in closer to him, moving, following his movement. Her long strawberry hair flowing out behind her from underneath the helmet.
Hastily pulling the bike to a stop, the engine died within the parking space, "See, we made it." Yamato muffled through the removal of his helmet, setting it down beside hers.
One shortly following the other, three sharp bells rang out at once, signing the first bell. "Aya!" Mimi jumped, running into a mad dash for the double doors to the school. "See we made it!" She mocked, throwing him a snide look as they bound through the doors and into the main hall. Their sneakers tearing down against the floor, they made a sharp turn down the second left corridor, Mimi slightly behind.
Halting in front of the last door, Yamato held the doorframe and bent in, breathing heavily. Stopping to short for her, Mimi plowed into him, sending them both to the floor at the head of the classroom with the ringing of the second bell. Several blank faces cringed in pain at the sight of the crash, one particular face appearing above them. Her eyebrows rising above her slender spectacles in question. Mimi, having landed horizontally across Yamato, lifted her face in uncertain laughter. "Uh.. Hi.. We made it?" Yamato managed a small laugh, questioning from his position on the floor. "Yes, I can see that Mr. Ishida." Giving a small smile, she sat straight up and moved to the front desk, "Do try to make a less dramatic entrance next time, wont you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Kamiya." Yamato sighed and grunted under Mimi's weight, resting his head back on the floor.
Ruffling his hand through his thick blonde hair, he slouched into a back desk to the left of Mimi. "Oversleep?" Taichi whispered in the desk ahead of him. "How'd you guess?" Mimi giggled throwing Yamato a smile to show it hadn't been hurtful.
"Ha Ha." Yamato blankly remarked, throwing his hands behind his head.
