Authors note: Ano! Gomen! It's been a while since I updated! My apologies!
But that doesn't mean I haven't been working on future Chapters. n.n I
apologies for this chapter being so late, I didn't intend for it to be that
way. This Chapter isn't as action packed, as I would have liked it,
however, it sums up what's going on and why they're all together. I do
believe you will enjoy Chapter four! I'll put it up as soon as I can. In
the mean time, I do appreciate reviews. Even if it's just a small word. ^.^
I'm always looking for new ideas and new inspiration.
Chapter Three: Home
"Have you two finished unpacking?" Mr. Ishida managed between gulps of his coffee. "Finished last night." Taichi yawned upon entering the Kitchen to the rear of Daisuke. "Great, then you can all start cleaning this place up!" He grinned deviously, setting down the creamy pastel colored coffee mug. Standing he patted Mimi on the shoulder, giving her a stern look, "Take it easy on them Major." Mimi smiled comically and nodded.
Taking his leave for work, Mr. Ishida took the black jacket off the coat rack, " I'll be back late tonight, Yamato. The charge cards on the hall table run to the store and stock up. Were running low on food." And with a wave he headed out the apartments door.
Yawning, Mimi stretched in her blue winter pajamas, and sought out the orange juice. Twelve pm, it was hard to believe she'd slept in so late. She'd awoken this morning to find herself resting comfortable in her bed, and everything neatly taken out of its box and into a home. Even the boxes that once scattered her room where nowhere to be seen.
She'd blinked of the confusion the first couple of minutes before she found a glass of water and a sandwich rapped in plastic rap beside her on the nightstand.
Yamato.
She'd have to thank him. After all, He and his father were putting up with her. Not to mention Daisuke and Taichi. Her father's job had required relocation to the States this coming fall. Much like Daisuke and Taichi's parents, her own hadn't liked the idea of ripping her away from she was closest to. With Mr. Ishida's generous offer, He'd taken the three in as new residents of the Ishida household.
Searching the fridge for the bottle of orange juice, she stared down angrily to find Daisuke with the last glass. "Hn." Mimi sighed, and seated herself beside the three, taking a bit of the dry fruit loops off the top of Taichi's bowl before he drowned the cereal in milk. This only intensified her thirst. With the only remaining option water, she took a sip from Daisuke's glass. Satisfied, she looked around in frustration at the apartments condition. With her luck, this would only take her about thirty years to finish.
"Sleep well?" Yamato asked when she took another bite from Taichi's cereal bowl. Nodding she smiled, "Thanks."
When the three had finished, she quickly changed into a pair of jeans and black polo shirt. With determination she loosely tied back her hair and emerged from her room, picking up objects and finding them homes. Around three they broke for lunch, resting while she borrowed Yamato's bike to grab something from the nearest fast food restaurant. At seven they'd cleared the last of the remaining debris of household items from the floor, and walked to the grocery store. Each with two or more backs on the returning trip home, found homes for the items in the food deprived pantry's and fridge. To tired for fix more than a can of ravioli they fell into the living room for a death match over the remote.
"I refuse to watch this." Mimi growled from the soft green sofa, glaring at the repulsive showing of a recent wrestling match between to men. "Ugh, Yamato!"
No response.
"Yamato!"
A smile. No movement. He continued to lay upon the floor, his elbows propped against the carpet and his head in his hand, the other on the remote.
"This is stupid."
A flip of the channel's, and two grunts of approval to several women skipping around in bikinis.
"Eh! Pigs!" Mimi Jumped atop Yamato, who grunted under the sudden weight. Her hand bolted for the remote , moving upright to sit atop him.
"No!" Daisuke and Taichi cried, ungluing themselves from the television set.
Yamato pounced without warning, throwing her to the floor with a gasp. Mimi squirmed under him, the remote inches from her finger. Laying across her, he propped both elbows to the opposite side of her, keeping her pinned to the floor with control over the remote. "Get off me you big oaf!" Yamato turned his head back towards her, looking into her eyes, "Say your sorry" Mimi continued squirming, "No!" She shouted angrily under him. Freeing her left arm she slugged him in the arm. "Ouch!" Yamato flinched, rubbing his arm. Lifting himself to his feet, Mimi sat upright and moved for the fallen remote. "Uh-uh," Yamato glared, grabbing her around her waist he lifted her over his shoulder.
"Yamato Ishida, put me down!"
Laughing he threw her atop the sofa, seating himself beside her to flip through the channels for something more suitable. "There, happy?" he asked, finding it. Mimi folded her arms across her chest, sticking out her tongue in the process. "Meanie."
By the time Mr. Ishida returned it was well past midnight, Mimi herself had fallen asleep with her head across Yamato's lap. With a grunt, Yamato lifted her up and carried her to her own room, folding the blue pastel blanket across her. "Your going to make a habit out of this, I know you are.
Chapter Three: Home
"Have you two finished unpacking?" Mr. Ishida managed between gulps of his coffee. "Finished last night." Taichi yawned upon entering the Kitchen to the rear of Daisuke. "Great, then you can all start cleaning this place up!" He grinned deviously, setting down the creamy pastel colored coffee mug. Standing he patted Mimi on the shoulder, giving her a stern look, "Take it easy on them Major." Mimi smiled comically and nodded.
Taking his leave for work, Mr. Ishida took the black jacket off the coat rack, " I'll be back late tonight, Yamato. The charge cards on the hall table run to the store and stock up. Were running low on food." And with a wave he headed out the apartments door.
Yawning, Mimi stretched in her blue winter pajamas, and sought out the orange juice. Twelve pm, it was hard to believe she'd slept in so late. She'd awoken this morning to find herself resting comfortable in her bed, and everything neatly taken out of its box and into a home. Even the boxes that once scattered her room where nowhere to be seen.
She'd blinked of the confusion the first couple of minutes before she found a glass of water and a sandwich rapped in plastic rap beside her on the nightstand.
Yamato.
She'd have to thank him. After all, He and his father were putting up with her. Not to mention Daisuke and Taichi. Her father's job had required relocation to the States this coming fall. Much like Daisuke and Taichi's parents, her own hadn't liked the idea of ripping her away from she was closest to. With Mr. Ishida's generous offer, He'd taken the three in as new residents of the Ishida household.
Searching the fridge for the bottle of orange juice, she stared down angrily to find Daisuke with the last glass. "Hn." Mimi sighed, and seated herself beside the three, taking a bit of the dry fruit loops off the top of Taichi's bowl before he drowned the cereal in milk. This only intensified her thirst. With the only remaining option water, she took a sip from Daisuke's glass. Satisfied, she looked around in frustration at the apartments condition. With her luck, this would only take her about thirty years to finish.
"Sleep well?" Yamato asked when she took another bite from Taichi's cereal bowl. Nodding she smiled, "Thanks."
When the three had finished, she quickly changed into a pair of jeans and black polo shirt. With determination she loosely tied back her hair and emerged from her room, picking up objects and finding them homes. Around three they broke for lunch, resting while she borrowed Yamato's bike to grab something from the nearest fast food restaurant. At seven they'd cleared the last of the remaining debris of household items from the floor, and walked to the grocery store. Each with two or more backs on the returning trip home, found homes for the items in the food deprived pantry's and fridge. To tired for fix more than a can of ravioli they fell into the living room for a death match over the remote.
"I refuse to watch this." Mimi growled from the soft green sofa, glaring at the repulsive showing of a recent wrestling match between to men. "Ugh, Yamato!"
No response.
"Yamato!"
A smile. No movement. He continued to lay upon the floor, his elbows propped against the carpet and his head in his hand, the other on the remote.
"This is stupid."
A flip of the channel's, and two grunts of approval to several women skipping around in bikinis.
"Eh! Pigs!" Mimi Jumped atop Yamato, who grunted under the sudden weight. Her hand bolted for the remote , moving upright to sit atop him.
"No!" Daisuke and Taichi cried, ungluing themselves from the television set.
Yamato pounced without warning, throwing her to the floor with a gasp. Mimi squirmed under him, the remote inches from her finger. Laying across her, he propped both elbows to the opposite side of her, keeping her pinned to the floor with control over the remote. "Get off me you big oaf!" Yamato turned his head back towards her, looking into her eyes, "Say your sorry" Mimi continued squirming, "No!" She shouted angrily under him. Freeing her left arm she slugged him in the arm. "Ouch!" Yamato flinched, rubbing his arm. Lifting himself to his feet, Mimi sat upright and moved for the fallen remote. "Uh-uh," Yamato glared, grabbing her around her waist he lifted her over his shoulder.
"Yamato Ishida, put me down!"
Laughing he threw her atop the sofa, seating himself beside her to flip through the channels for something more suitable. "There, happy?" he asked, finding it. Mimi folded her arms across her chest, sticking out her tongue in the process. "Meanie."
By the time Mr. Ishida returned it was well past midnight, Mimi herself had fallen asleep with her head across Yamato's lap. With a grunt, Yamato lifted her up and carried her to her own room, folding the blue pastel blanket across her. "Your going to make a habit out of this, I know you are.
