Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello again, everyone!
As always, here's the list of new reviewers: SilverShadow, Azn Angel Hikari, Seraphim Ephyon, taiora lover, takeru-rocks, and Ri-Ri.
I've thought about what I said yesterday about this fic being in the romance category. So I decided to cut Boku/Ata and start a new romance series. Either that or just write a sappier chapter (only by a bit!!). The latter seems to be easier, don't you think? ;) Anyway, no chatter this time. Okay. Maybe a bit.
Er...reply to some reviews. Fine. No 's'.
takeru-rocks: "...Does it sound OK to do a bit of Diasuke/ Taichi bashing when the guys are at the mall? (Just a suggestion!)"
Lumi: Sorry. Well, I guess I would put them in humorous situations, but really, I have nothing against Taichi and Daisuke (even though they might not be my favourite characters), and I really don't feel a need to bash any characters, even the ones I don't like. But thank you for your input!
Also, please don't hesitate to remark or ask anything at all. I'll try to reply it if it's reply-able. Of course, I won't answer any plot questions (such as "What will happen when you-know-how goes to you-know-where?"), if I answer them, I don't have an awful lot left to write now, do I? =) But you're still free to ask them, of course.
You might have caught the extreme delay for this release (unless you were in a coma for three weeks or so). My excuses are: the ass era (two-week period in which one does a large amount of exams), writer's block, and the fact that I'm getting a bit moody and it doesn't really match this fic. So, there. I'll try to compensate during the Christmas break.
Also, in places outside of school, even in the dorm house, the '-chan' suffix is no longer a requirement when they talk.
(Try to) Enjoy this chapter.
Interesting Digimon Information of the week: Patamon's seiyuu also starred as Mihara Chiharu in Card Captor Sakura (Japanese version).
Disclaimer: If Digimon was mine, I'd have made this into an anime. W00t! But it's not mine, the point is.
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Episode 4: Creamy Sweet
(By the counter-creativeness and sappiness, you can tell that I came up with this title.)
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April 28, 2002 -1:04 p.m. (T'was)
"Koooooooou!" Taichi crashed through the door. "-chan!"
Taichi has become increasingly annoying, Koushiro thought. Never had it occurred that there is someone worse than Taichi, but she-Taichi does sum it up pretty well.
Taichi smiled sinisterly, looking at the large semi-spherical lump of blanket on Koushiro's bed. Koushiro cringed, even without seeing Taichi.
"If I'm going to hell," Taichi grabbed the top edge of the plain blanket. "You're coming with me!"
Taichi pulled the blanket fiercely.
To reveal a giant teddy bear that had been hidden beneath.
"Shit! He escaped!" Taichi muttered as he ran out the door again.
One step, two step.
Sixty decibels, forty decibels.
Deciding it's safe, Koushiro unzipped the teddy from inside and struggled out of it, making the costume disguise flatten.
"Taichi is like some kind of sadistic hunter, always picking on me." Koushiro scratched his head.
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Ken opened the incompletely closed door and faced a vacant, clean room.
"Kou-san?" Ken called out, pacing back and forth in the room, hoping to find Koushiro. But how could it be that Koushiro had hidden himself in this room without being painfully obvious? Unless, of course, Taichi had slaughtered Koushiro, then had separated Koushiro's body into six parts, certainly, being the mid section, four limbs, and the head. That would explain Taichi's frantic running out of the room.
"Looks like he's not here."
Slam.
Koushiro tucked his head out from beneath the bed.
To stare Ken in the face.
Koushiro's face remained in a half laugh expression, a sheepish one, in reaction with his inability to explain the situations.
"Kou-san..." Ken said softly, almost giving in to Koushiro's efforts. "You have to get dressed. We have to go to the mall now."
"No!" Koushiro screamed hysterically. "This is crazy! We're going to the mall, like, 100 times a week! I can't take this anymore!"
"Actually, that's not possible. Provided if we don't eat or sleep, and with the two hour round trip, and without actually spending more than a minute in the mall, we would only be able to get around..." Ken looked up, parts of his iris covered by his eyelid. "About say, 84 times, if forced."
"I was exaggerating!" Koushiro angrily exclaimed. "It's all because of you, you and Takeru, that now we're getting dragged along everytime THOSE girls go to the mall, if you had not go in the first place, then we would-"
Ken covered Koushiro's mouth. "Shh! Don't say Take-chan's name so loud in here. Plus, I know, I already apologized. Please, Kou-san, bear with us!"
Taichi opened the door, met with a scene of Ken kneeling, his head down in order to face Koushiro's, which was sticking out of the bottom of the bed, Ken's face full of apologetic and met difficulty, and Koushiro's, in utter frustration.
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"Taichi, you idiot. Now you can't force Koushiro to go!" Yamato whispered to Taichi, pointing at the red and swollen ankle of Koushiro's.
"I didn't do it!" Taichi argued. "He was so scared that he quickly ran and tripped himself."
Koushiro looked away in embarrassment.
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"Okay, we're ready to go, then. Kou-chan can rest." Miyako announced.
"Where's Mimi-chan?" Takeru stood on his toes to see if Mimi was behind any of the girls. Improbable, he corrected himself, Mimi is easily the tallest of the four.
"She said that she spent too much at the mall, she needs to restrain herself so that she doesn't have to ask for food in the streets." Hikari replied while adjusting her hairclip by touch.
"Of course," Sora added. "She spends over 5000 yen every single time we go to the mall."
Blinks.
"Alright, let's go already." Miyako complained at the tardiness.
Gabu remained sitting, and stared with wet eyes.
"Alright, Gabu, you can come too." Sora patted Gabu's head.
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"Just my luck." Koushiro whispered to himself. "Oh well. At least I get to stay home."
Yawn.
Koushiro laid down on his pillow and covered himself with the blanket, parts of him unknowingly pressing on the teddy costume.
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3:36 p.m.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Koushiro decidedly moved, although slowly, out of the bed. His wig was in a mess, and his clothes were not all that great. However, it didn't matter to him.
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Walking randomly around, Koushiro heard a clatter. Nearby.
Carefully trailing the source of sound, Koushiro arrived at the doorway to the kitchen.
//Who is it...?
Blink.
//Mimi, why is she here?
Koushiro glanced at his watch.
//No, I didn't sleep a day and few hours...no matter.
Koushiro brushed his hand over his hair and his chest, confirming the existence of the artificial articles.
//Equipment check: Okay.
Koushiro continued to stare silently at the doorway.
Mimi was...doing something. Apparently something, lots of cartons, bowls, wooden spoons, and a mixer was out and crowded on the little kitchen table. She was also wearing a little pink apron. Oh, the infinite clues.
Wrinkling her brows, Mimi picked up a big thick book. Koushiro squinted. A book in English. 'Ice Cream that Knocks 'em Dead'. Charming.
"So, milk in here..." Mimi said as she poured the milk into the bowl. "Sugar, flavouring as well..." Mimi rashly dumped the contents in along with the bowl of milk, and started to gently spin the wooden spoon around in the bowl.
"Huh." Mimi voiced, and picked up the book for another look.
"Oops. It's supposed to be 250 mL, not 450." Mimi placed a hand over her mouth.
And poured the contents of the bowl back into the milk carton.
Koushiro watched in horror and disbelief.
"Now, let's see, what's next..."
Koushiro spun around so that his back faces the wall, invisible to Mimi in the case she turns around.
//Crazy! She's crazy! This is like some sort of biological experiment!
Koushiro took a deep breath and shut his eyes.
Then opened them.
"Hi." Mimi happily waved, inches in front of him.
"Ack!" Koushiro jumped. "Uh...hi!"
"Oh, I was just going to check up on you, and you're all awake already." Mimi laughed slightly.
Koushiro, upon clearing his mind, looked at Mimi again. He felt strangely...attracted. Two sides of his mind began to duke it out.
The left side said that Mimi, dressed in that pink apron, which matched perfectly with her hair, since it's pink and all, with her light (predictably) pink nails, white shorts, and a sleeveless shirt of unknown colour (the apron wrapped around Mimi's front half, certainly, Koushiro hoped that it wouldn't be 'no shirt'), radiated pure cuteness, and in front of pure cuteness, resistance shouldn't be applied.
The right side said that Mimi, pouring mixtures back into milk cartons, is evil. Who in their right mind would pour them back in a milk carton, which someone will drink the contents of, unless they want to kill somebody? That's right, she wants to kill YOU. The cuteness is a disguise for evil.
The left side argued that she is clumsy. And that's cute too.
Koushiro generally agreed.
But oddly, he felt a forgotten inhibition that disallowed him to get really friendly with Mimi.
"But my, you're being really casual." Mimi frowned. "Go get changed, girls shouldn't dress so casually."
//'Girls'. Right.
"Now, now, you go get changed. There'll be a treat for you later."
//Treat. Right. Which windows could I escape through?
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Koushiro sighed (yet again). He pulled the waist of his pants, noting that it doesn't really reach far from his stomach before snapping back. Some girl clothes just aren't comfortable.
Koushiro walked out of his room, then dragged his feet down to the kitchen.
Koushiro squinted.
The kitchen has been dressed in white, as is Mimi. Milk, some white powder, all sorts of oddities. It was so evenly spread that Koushiro could only reason out two possibilities: one of them being that Mimi intentionally spread milk and sugar/something all over the kitchen evenly in the time, or that she had made a bomb with the ingredients then proceeded to blow it up. Either way, Koushiro felt unsafe, insecure. Cute, probably, he thought. But that is a horrible witch woman.
A turn of head.
Koushiro twitched. He has been spotted.
"Ah, Kou-chan. There you are. Do you think you could just give me some teeny bit of help?"
A reluctant nod.
"We're making ice cream!"
Cautiously, Koushiro walked in the kitchen with slow and heavy steps.
"Oh, do be careful. I, umm...accidentally spilt things, so...um. Yeah." Mimi pointed to the ground, embarrassed.
A glance to the ceilings and walls.
//Huh. God must've been so nice to create gravitational pull from all directions when she spilt it.
"But don't worry, I'll clean it up."
Certainly, Koushiro was not going to.
Mimi slowly whipped the mixture.
"Could you hand me the flavouring?" Mimi requested.
Koushiro looked around the counter behind him, and took the small bottle of strange black liquid.
"This one?"
"That's soy sauce, isn't it?"
"Oh...um. This one?"
"Ah. Thanks."
Koushiro's hand slightly touched Mimi's.
Drop.
Catch.
"Phew, be careful there." Mimi let out a breath as she brought up her other hand, which reflexively caught the bottle.
Koushiro stared at his hand, the one that was going to hand Mimi the bottle. Apparently, her second hand had caught the bottle, but her first hand, rather than simply touching, is now holding his own tightly.
Blush.
Koushiro quickly shook her hand off.
He wasn't so sure why he was so embarrassed. Maybe it was because he was holding hands with a girl. Maybe it was purely the act of holding hands. That was probably it; he couldn't recall any time that he had held hands with a guy.
"Oh, sorry." Mimi apologized as she brought the bottle to her bowl, oblivious to Koushiro's heated face.
//What the hell was that? Why was she holding my hand there? Oh my god, could she have found out that I am actually a boy and Q@$T#@Y@#^R#G#@G?!?!@?!?@!?@
One side of Koushiro's brain remained calm as the other flustered. Koushiro wasn't quite sure how that worked.
\\It was a reflexive action, as she caught the bottle, all her other muscles tensed up, causing her hand, which was close to yours, to close up, and therefore, resulting in her grabbing your hand.
//Oh. I see. So it's a coincidence. Wait, but what if it's not?! What then? Will she figure me out? Torture me? !@#^%@$^#!Y$!#@Y~??!~
\\Oh, to hell with you.
Koushiro watched as Mimi poured in the liquid into the mixture, and as the mixture got smoother, her hand whipped faster, as well as 70% of the mixture flying out of the bowl, but Koushiro managed to be resistant to further shock.
"Phew." Mimi slightly wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I'm tired, can you whip for me?"
"Huh? Sure."
Koushiro suddenly questioned how, exactly, did the relationship between Mimi and him began to be more friendly rather than of strangers. After all, they were only roommates, and not ones of long periods of time either.
"Thank you." Mimi smiled as a sign of gratitude.
Koushiro melted.
And woke up back again when he felt a need to intake more oxygen.
Mimi walked aside, shaking out her right hand, attempting to rid herself of the fatigue as Koushiro replaced her position and indifferently took the whisk to stir the mixture round and round again.
Whip.
Whip.
Whip.
Whip.
Despite the how apparently even the white mixture seems, he could still feel small sugar crystals in the mixture, and continued. Especially in small things like these, imperfection pissed him off.
And flinched, feeling a breath at his ear.
Mimi had stood behind him to watch, since she is unable to watch from anywhere else, due to the smallness of the counter.
Koushiro's hand moved at a higher frequency.
His heart beated wildly to match his hand.
If the natural death cycle were to be counted in heartbeats, Koushiro would die really, really soon.
"You don't need to whip it that fast, see." Mimi slightly stepped a bit forward, closer to Koushiro and pointed in the bowl. "Just make sure that it's thick enough so when you pull up the whisk, there's a trail..."
As Mimi had moved in a step, Koushiro felt *another* clue on his backside that proved that Mimi, and in fact, at least a girl, was standing behind him.
Koushiro whipped the mixture everywhere promptly before he passed out.
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"Kou-chan, wake up. Are you alright, Kou-chan?"
A bit of light.
Koushiro opened the rest of his eye lids.
He was lying on the couch in the living room, which is connected to the kitchen (she had carried me from the kitchen to here? That crazy monster woman!).
"Oh good, you're okay."
Koushiro looked at his hands.
His right hand seemed to have held a cylinder object.
His left hand seemed to be supporting something.
Click.
"Oh...sorry. I screwed up your ice cream again..." Koushiro nervously apologized.
"That's okay." Mimi reassured. "I caught it before it fell."
"Ah, that's good."
Koushiro looked at Mimi, who was staring back at him. Not exactly at his eyes. Slightly lower.
"I think you got some of that right there..." Mimi reached a finger onto Koushiro's face, and wiped a small dot of white off his face, then lightly licked it off her finger.
Koushiro's mouth foamed as he fell unconscious again.
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Don't get carried away. Ah.
Ah?
Yes. Ah.
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"Ah..." Koushiro moaned.
His eyelids opened up, and light cruelly invaded his iris.
Mimi.
Mimi is in the kitchen.
Mimi's backside.
Her *butt* is very noticeable.
Koushiro gulped and choked, and coughed.
"Oh." Mimi glanced over her shoulders, and swiftly pushed a container into the refrigerator and sped towards Koushiro.
Mimi unnaturally walked, out of her way, to behind the couch and looked over the rested Koushiro.
"Are you okay?" Mimi wrinkled her brows, expressing obvious concern.
"Uh. Yeah." Koushiro replied, forcing a casual voice.
"Are you sure? This is like, the second time you fainted."
"It's...um, a condition." Koushiro nodded.
"What condition?" Mimi curiously continued.
//What condition? Umm. Mixing things in a bowl. No. What kind of idiot faints from mixing? Er...
Mimi continues to stare at Koushiro, waiting for a delayed answer.
"I believe that a certain spectrum of ray may have caused disturbance to the hypothalamus and resulted in positron particles..."
Blink.
"Okay." Mimi interrupted; obviously not wanting to hear whatever else is after that.
A mixture of various uncommon terminologies has yet again saved Koushiro's ass.
Slowly, Koushiro sat up, but remained on the couch.
"So...um."
Blink blink.
Glance glance.
Cough cough.
"Er, how is the ice cream doing?" Koushiro semi-enthusiastically asked. He knew it wasn't the brightest question, but he was desperate to rid of the awkward silence.
"Ah." Mimi clapped her hands together, but did not follow it with anything else, as if promptly forgotten what exactly she did with it.
"Yes, I put the mixture in the refrigerator. I'll need a couple hours or so." Mimi quickly blurted out, afraid that she'll forget it again.
"Oh, a couple hours." Koushiro repeated, trying to grasp any significance in those words.
"Yep. A couple hours." Mimi stretched both her hands upwards. "It's not like Sora and them will come back any time soon. I guess we can do something together in the meanwhile."
"Do something together?"
Koushiro waited for any objections from inside his head.
Nothing.
Thinking was now too tiring for Koushiro, he would rather take the path of lesser resistance.
"Sure, I guess." Koushiro agreed.
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"I can't believe you tricked that guy so badly!" Taichi laughed as he opened the door, and nearly stumbled from his laughter.
Miyako giggled a bit, recalling what happened.
Yamato just shook his head and took a sip of coke from the paper cup he held.
And in there, the living room, in front of the entrance.
Koushiro, his hair clipped, the leg of his pants slightly lifted, with his nails, of both fingers and toes, painted and glittery, spoon feeding Mimi with ice cream, and quickly pulling his hand away to prevent Mimi eating it; making it more of a competitive game than anything else.
And of course, Mimi's status mirrored Koushiro's. But certainly, to everyone aside from Sora, Miyako, and Hikari, that was not as surprising as Koushiro.
Yamato sprayed.
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April 29, 2002 (8:40 a.m.)
"And...Mizui Koushiko is absent today." Ms. Touda announced, although saying it more for herself. "Diarrhoea."
Taichi and Yamato exchanged glances.
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3:20 p.m.
"Don't you think Kou is acting a bit weird lately?" Taichi asked Yamato in a low voice, and twitched to look behind him, making sure that no one else is there.
"Yeah. A bit. I'm thinking about yesterday." Yamato leaned on to the kitchen counter.
"Do you think that girl...er...Mimi?" Taichi lightly tapped his forehead with his fingers.
"That pink haired girl? Yes, Mimi." Yamato confirmed.
"Do you think she and Kou...are, you know." Taichi looked at Yamato and felt for the handle to the refrigerator, which he pulled to open.
"No way." Yamato shook his head. "That's impossible."
"But, let's just say. What if?" Taichi took his eyes away from Yamato to look inside the refrigerator, pushing items inside aside to reveal others.
"Well. If so...then, well. No." Yamato pushed the thought aside. "Kou is smarter than that."
Taichi grabbed a rectangular white milk carton in one hand, and a glass cup in another, and poured the contents of the carton into the cup.
"Let's hope that's so."
Taichi's lower lip contacted the cup as he lifted the cup up to drink.
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We're not sure what happened. Perhaps we took this matter too lightly, perhaps it was something else. Slowly and unknowingly, our emotions had become the greater influence and we had pushed ourselves onto a road which we can't even look back to see our starting point.
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"Migaya Taiko...absent." The teacher looked at the piece of paper with little writing that doesn't fill half the page. "Due to diarrhoea."
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban 02 - Digimon 02
Next Episode:
No next episode preview available due to the indecisiveness of the author in choosing which episodic idea to use.
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Well, I'm really really sorry for the really long delay. And this isn't especially long either. But I hope you enjoyed it.
Until the next post, ja.
-Lumi
Hello again, everyone!
As always, here's the list of new reviewers: SilverShadow, Azn Angel Hikari, Seraphim Ephyon, taiora lover, takeru-rocks, and Ri-Ri.
I've thought about what I said yesterday about this fic being in the romance category. So I decided to cut Boku/Ata and start a new romance series. Either that or just write a sappier chapter (only by a bit!!). The latter seems to be easier, don't you think? ;) Anyway, no chatter this time. Okay. Maybe a bit.
Er...reply to some reviews. Fine. No 's'.
takeru-rocks: "...Does it sound OK to do a bit of Diasuke/ Taichi bashing when the guys are at the mall? (Just a suggestion!)"
Lumi: Sorry. Well, I guess I would put them in humorous situations, but really, I have nothing against Taichi and Daisuke (even though they might not be my favourite characters), and I really don't feel a need to bash any characters, even the ones I don't like. But thank you for your input!
Also, please don't hesitate to remark or ask anything at all. I'll try to reply it if it's reply-able. Of course, I won't answer any plot questions (such as "What will happen when you-know-how goes to you-know-where?"), if I answer them, I don't have an awful lot left to write now, do I? =) But you're still free to ask them, of course.
You might have caught the extreme delay for this release (unless you were in a coma for three weeks or so). My excuses are: the ass era (two-week period in which one does a large amount of exams), writer's block, and the fact that I'm getting a bit moody and it doesn't really match this fic. So, there. I'll try to compensate during the Christmas break.
Also, in places outside of school, even in the dorm house, the '-chan' suffix is no longer a requirement when they talk.
(Try to) Enjoy this chapter.
Interesting Digimon Information of the week: Patamon's seiyuu also starred as Mihara Chiharu in Card Captor Sakura (Japanese version).
Disclaimer: If Digimon was mine, I'd have made this into an anime. W00t! But it's not mine, the point is.
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Episode 4: Creamy Sweet
(By the counter-creativeness and sappiness, you can tell that I came up with this title.)
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April 28, 2002 -1:04 p.m. (T'was)
"Koooooooou!" Taichi crashed through the door. "-chan!"
Taichi has become increasingly annoying, Koushiro thought. Never had it occurred that there is someone worse than Taichi, but she-Taichi does sum it up pretty well.
Taichi smiled sinisterly, looking at the large semi-spherical lump of blanket on Koushiro's bed. Koushiro cringed, even without seeing Taichi.
"If I'm going to hell," Taichi grabbed the top edge of the plain blanket. "You're coming with me!"
Taichi pulled the blanket fiercely.
To reveal a giant teddy bear that had been hidden beneath.
"Shit! He escaped!" Taichi muttered as he ran out the door again.
One step, two step.
Sixty decibels, forty decibels.
Deciding it's safe, Koushiro unzipped the teddy from inside and struggled out of it, making the costume disguise flatten.
"Taichi is like some kind of sadistic hunter, always picking on me." Koushiro scratched his head.
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Ken opened the incompletely closed door and faced a vacant, clean room.
"Kou-san?" Ken called out, pacing back and forth in the room, hoping to find Koushiro. But how could it be that Koushiro had hidden himself in this room without being painfully obvious? Unless, of course, Taichi had slaughtered Koushiro, then had separated Koushiro's body into six parts, certainly, being the mid section, four limbs, and the head. That would explain Taichi's frantic running out of the room.
"Looks like he's not here."
Slam.
Koushiro tucked his head out from beneath the bed.
To stare Ken in the face.
Koushiro's face remained in a half laugh expression, a sheepish one, in reaction with his inability to explain the situations.
"Kou-san..." Ken said softly, almost giving in to Koushiro's efforts. "You have to get dressed. We have to go to the mall now."
"No!" Koushiro screamed hysterically. "This is crazy! We're going to the mall, like, 100 times a week! I can't take this anymore!"
"Actually, that's not possible. Provided if we don't eat or sleep, and with the two hour round trip, and without actually spending more than a minute in the mall, we would only be able to get around..." Ken looked up, parts of his iris covered by his eyelid. "About say, 84 times, if forced."
"I was exaggerating!" Koushiro angrily exclaimed. "It's all because of you, you and Takeru, that now we're getting dragged along everytime THOSE girls go to the mall, if you had not go in the first place, then we would-"
Ken covered Koushiro's mouth. "Shh! Don't say Take-chan's name so loud in here. Plus, I know, I already apologized. Please, Kou-san, bear with us!"
Taichi opened the door, met with a scene of Ken kneeling, his head down in order to face Koushiro's, which was sticking out of the bottom of the bed, Ken's face full of apologetic and met difficulty, and Koushiro's, in utter frustration.
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"Taichi, you idiot. Now you can't force Koushiro to go!" Yamato whispered to Taichi, pointing at the red and swollen ankle of Koushiro's.
"I didn't do it!" Taichi argued. "He was so scared that he quickly ran and tripped himself."
Koushiro looked away in embarrassment.
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"Okay, we're ready to go, then. Kou-chan can rest." Miyako announced.
"Where's Mimi-chan?" Takeru stood on his toes to see if Mimi was behind any of the girls. Improbable, he corrected himself, Mimi is easily the tallest of the four.
"She said that she spent too much at the mall, she needs to restrain herself so that she doesn't have to ask for food in the streets." Hikari replied while adjusting her hairclip by touch.
"Of course," Sora added. "She spends over 5000 yen every single time we go to the mall."
Blinks.
"Alright, let's go already." Miyako complained at the tardiness.
Gabu remained sitting, and stared with wet eyes.
"Alright, Gabu, you can come too." Sora patted Gabu's head.
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"Just my luck." Koushiro whispered to himself. "Oh well. At least I get to stay home."
Yawn.
Koushiro laid down on his pillow and covered himself with the blanket, parts of him unknowingly pressing on the teddy costume.
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3:36 p.m.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Koushiro decidedly moved, although slowly, out of the bed. His wig was in a mess, and his clothes were not all that great. However, it didn't matter to him.
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Walking randomly around, Koushiro heard a clatter. Nearby.
Carefully trailing the source of sound, Koushiro arrived at the doorway to the kitchen.
//Who is it...?
Blink.
//Mimi, why is she here?
Koushiro glanced at his watch.
//No, I didn't sleep a day and few hours...no matter.
Koushiro brushed his hand over his hair and his chest, confirming the existence of the artificial articles.
//Equipment check: Okay.
Koushiro continued to stare silently at the doorway.
Mimi was...doing something. Apparently something, lots of cartons, bowls, wooden spoons, and a mixer was out and crowded on the little kitchen table. She was also wearing a little pink apron. Oh, the infinite clues.
Wrinkling her brows, Mimi picked up a big thick book. Koushiro squinted. A book in English. 'Ice Cream that Knocks 'em Dead'. Charming.
"So, milk in here..." Mimi said as she poured the milk into the bowl. "Sugar, flavouring as well..." Mimi rashly dumped the contents in along with the bowl of milk, and started to gently spin the wooden spoon around in the bowl.
"Huh." Mimi voiced, and picked up the book for another look.
"Oops. It's supposed to be 250 mL, not 450." Mimi placed a hand over her mouth.
And poured the contents of the bowl back into the milk carton.
Koushiro watched in horror and disbelief.
"Now, let's see, what's next..."
Koushiro spun around so that his back faces the wall, invisible to Mimi in the case she turns around.
//Crazy! She's crazy! This is like some sort of biological experiment!
Koushiro took a deep breath and shut his eyes.
Then opened them.
"Hi." Mimi happily waved, inches in front of him.
"Ack!" Koushiro jumped. "Uh...hi!"
"Oh, I was just going to check up on you, and you're all awake already." Mimi laughed slightly.
Koushiro, upon clearing his mind, looked at Mimi again. He felt strangely...attracted. Two sides of his mind began to duke it out.
The left side said that Mimi, dressed in that pink apron, which matched perfectly with her hair, since it's pink and all, with her light (predictably) pink nails, white shorts, and a sleeveless shirt of unknown colour (the apron wrapped around Mimi's front half, certainly, Koushiro hoped that it wouldn't be 'no shirt'), radiated pure cuteness, and in front of pure cuteness, resistance shouldn't be applied.
The right side said that Mimi, pouring mixtures back into milk cartons, is evil. Who in their right mind would pour them back in a milk carton, which someone will drink the contents of, unless they want to kill somebody? That's right, she wants to kill YOU. The cuteness is a disguise for evil.
The left side argued that she is clumsy. And that's cute too.
Koushiro generally agreed.
But oddly, he felt a forgotten inhibition that disallowed him to get really friendly with Mimi.
"But my, you're being really casual." Mimi frowned. "Go get changed, girls shouldn't dress so casually."
//'Girls'. Right.
"Now, now, you go get changed. There'll be a treat for you later."
//Treat. Right. Which windows could I escape through?
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Koushiro sighed (yet again). He pulled the waist of his pants, noting that it doesn't really reach far from his stomach before snapping back. Some girl clothes just aren't comfortable.
Koushiro walked out of his room, then dragged his feet down to the kitchen.
Koushiro squinted.
The kitchen has been dressed in white, as is Mimi. Milk, some white powder, all sorts of oddities. It was so evenly spread that Koushiro could only reason out two possibilities: one of them being that Mimi intentionally spread milk and sugar/something all over the kitchen evenly in the time, or that she had made a bomb with the ingredients then proceeded to blow it up. Either way, Koushiro felt unsafe, insecure. Cute, probably, he thought. But that is a horrible witch woman.
A turn of head.
Koushiro twitched. He has been spotted.
"Ah, Kou-chan. There you are. Do you think you could just give me some teeny bit of help?"
A reluctant nod.
"We're making ice cream!"
Cautiously, Koushiro walked in the kitchen with slow and heavy steps.
"Oh, do be careful. I, umm...accidentally spilt things, so...um. Yeah." Mimi pointed to the ground, embarrassed.
A glance to the ceilings and walls.
//Huh. God must've been so nice to create gravitational pull from all directions when she spilt it.
"But don't worry, I'll clean it up."
Certainly, Koushiro was not going to.
Mimi slowly whipped the mixture.
"Could you hand me the flavouring?" Mimi requested.
Koushiro looked around the counter behind him, and took the small bottle of strange black liquid.
"This one?"
"That's soy sauce, isn't it?"
"Oh...um. This one?"
"Ah. Thanks."
Koushiro's hand slightly touched Mimi's.
Drop.
Catch.
"Phew, be careful there." Mimi let out a breath as she brought up her other hand, which reflexively caught the bottle.
Koushiro stared at his hand, the one that was going to hand Mimi the bottle. Apparently, her second hand had caught the bottle, but her first hand, rather than simply touching, is now holding his own tightly.
Blush.
Koushiro quickly shook her hand off.
He wasn't so sure why he was so embarrassed. Maybe it was because he was holding hands with a girl. Maybe it was purely the act of holding hands. That was probably it; he couldn't recall any time that he had held hands with a guy.
"Oh, sorry." Mimi apologized as she brought the bottle to her bowl, oblivious to Koushiro's heated face.
//What the hell was that? Why was she holding my hand there? Oh my god, could she have found out that I am actually a boy and Q@$T#@Y@#^R#G#@G?!?!@?!?@!?@
One side of Koushiro's brain remained calm as the other flustered. Koushiro wasn't quite sure how that worked.
\\It was a reflexive action, as she caught the bottle, all her other muscles tensed up, causing her hand, which was close to yours, to close up, and therefore, resulting in her grabbing your hand.
//Oh. I see. So it's a coincidence. Wait, but what if it's not?! What then? Will she figure me out? Torture me? !@#^%@$^#!Y$!#@Y~??!~
\\Oh, to hell with you.
Koushiro watched as Mimi poured in the liquid into the mixture, and as the mixture got smoother, her hand whipped faster, as well as 70% of the mixture flying out of the bowl, but Koushiro managed to be resistant to further shock.
"Phew." Mimi slightly wiped her face with the back of her hand. "I'm tired, can you whip for me?"
"Huh? Sure."
Koushiro suddenly questioned how, exactly, did the relationship between Mimi and him began to be more friendly rather than of strangers. After all, they were only roommates, and not ones of long periods of time either.
"Thank you." Mimi smiled as a sign of gratitude.
Koushiro melted.
And woke up back again when he felt a need to intake more oxygen.
Mimi walked aside, shaking out her right hand, attempting to rid herself of the fatigue as Koushiro replaced her position and indifferently took the whisk to stir the mixture round and round again.
Whip.
Whip.
Whip.
Whip.
Despite the how apparently even the white mixture seems, he could still feel small sugar crystals in the mixture, and continued. Especially in small things like these, imperfection pissed him off.
And flinched, feeling a breath at his ear.
Mimi had stood behind him to watch, since she is unable to watch from anywhere else, due to the smallness of the counter.
Koushiro's hand moved at a higher frequency.
His heart beated wildly to match his hand.
If the natural death cycle were to be counted in heartbeats, Koushiro would die really, really soon.
"You don't need to whip it that fast, see." Mimi slightly stepped a bit forward, closer to Koushiro and pointed in the bowl. "Just make sure that it's thick enough so when you pull up the whisk, there's a trail..."
As Mimi had moved in a step, Koushiro felt *another* clue on his backside that proved that Mimi, and in fact, at least a girl, was standing behind him.
Koushiro whipped the mixture everywhere promptly before he passed out.
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"Kou-chan, wake up. Are you alright, Kou-chan?"
A bit of light.
Koushiro opened the rest of his eye lids.
He was lying on the couch in the living room, which is connected to the kitchen (she had carried me from the kitchen to here? That crazy monster woman!).
"Oh good, you're okay."
Koushiro looked at his hands.
His right hand seemed to have held a cylinder object.
His left hand seemed to be supporting something.
Click.
"Oh...sorry. I screwed up your ice cream again..." Koushiro nervously apologized.
"That's okay." Mimi reassured. "I caught it before it fell."
"Ah, that's good."
Koushiro looked at Mimi, who was staring back at him. Not exactly at his eyes. Slightly lower.
"I think you got some of that right there..." Mimi reached a finger onto Koushiro's face, and wiped a small dot of white off his face, then lightly licked it off her finger.
Koushiro's mouth foamed as he fell unconscious again.
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Don't get carried away. Ah.
Ah?
Yes. Ah.
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"Ah..." Koushiro moaned.
His eyelids opened up, and light cruelly invaded his iris.
Mimi.
Mimi is in the kitchen.
Mimi's backside.
Her *butt* is very noticeable.
Koushiro gulped and choked, and coughed.
"Oh." Mimi glanced over her shoulders, and swiftly pushed a container into the refrigerator and sped towards Koushiro.
Mimi unnaturally walked, out of her way, to behind the couch and looked over the rested Koushiro.
"Are you okay?" Mimi wrinkled her brows, expressing obvious concern.
"Uh. Yeah." Koushiro replied, forcing a casual voice.
"Are you sure? This is like, the second time you fainted."
"It's...um, a condition." Koushiro nodded.
"What condition?" Mimi curiously continued.
//What condition? Umm. Mixing things in a bowl. No. What kind of idiot faints from mixing? Er...
Mimi continues to stare at Koushiro, waiting for a delayed answer.
"I believe that a certain spectrum of ray may have caused disturbance to the hypothalamus and resulted in positron particles..."
Blink.
"Okay." Mimi interrupted; obviously not wanting to hear whatever else is after that.
A mixture of various uncommon terminologies has yet again saved Koushiro's ass.
Slowly, Koushiro sat up, but remained on the couch.
"So...um."
Blink blink.
Glance glance.
Cough cough.
"Er, how is the ice cream doing?" Koushiro semi-enthusiastically asked. He knew it wasn't the brightest question, but he was desperate to rid of the awkward silence.
"Ah." Mimi clapped her hands together, but did not follow it with anything else, as if promptly forgotten what exactly she did with it.
"Yes, I put the mixture in the refrigerator. I'll need a couple hours or so." Mimi quickly blurted out, afraid that she'll forget it again.
"Oh, a couple hours." Koushiro repeated, trying to grasp any significance in those words.
"Yep. A couple hours." Mimi stretched both her hands upwards. "It's not like Sora and them will come back any time soon. I guess we can do something together in the meanwhile."
"Do something together?"
Koushiro waited for any objections from inside his head.
Nothing.
Thinking was now too tiring for Koushiro, he would rather take the path of lesser resistance.
"Sure, I guess." Koushiro agreed.
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"I can't believe you tricked that guy so badly!" Taichi laughed as he opened the door, and nearly stumbled from his laughter.
Miyako giggled a bit, recalling what happened.
Yamato just shook his head and took a sip of coke from the paper cup he held.
And in there, the living room, in front of the entrance.
Koushiro, his hair clipped, the leg of his pants slightly lifted, with his nails, of both fingers and toes, painted and glittery, spoon feeding Mimi with ice cream, and quickly pulling his hand away to prevent Mimi eating it; making it more of a competitive game than anything else.
And of course, Mimi's status mirrored Koushiro's. But certainly, to everyone aside from Sora, Miyako, and Hikari, that was not as surprising as Koushiro.
Yamato sprayed.
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April 29, 2002 (8:40 a.m.)
"And...Mizui Koushiko is absent today." Ms. Touda announced, although saying it more for herself. "Diarrhoea."
Taichi and Yamato exchanged glances.
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3:20 p.m.
"Don't you think Kou is acting a bit weird lately?" Taichi asked Yamato in a low voice, and twitched to look behind him, making sure that no one else is there.
"Yeah. A bit. I'm thinking about yesterday." Yamato leaned on to the kitchen counter.
"Do you think that girl...er...Mimi?" Taichi lightly tapped his forehead with his fingers.
"That pink haired girl? Yes, Mimi." Yamato confirmed.
"Do you think she and Kou...are, you know." Taichi looked at Yamato and felt for the handle to the refrigerator, which he pulled to open.
"No way." Yamato shook his head. "That's impossible."
"But, let's just say. What if?" Taichi took his eyes away from Yamato to look inside the refrigerator, pushing items inside aside to reveal others.
"Well. If so...then, well. No." Yamato pushed the thought aside. "Kou is smarter than that."
Taichi grabbed a rectangular white milk carton in one hand, and a glass cup in another, and poured the contents of the carton into the cup.
"Let's hope that's so."
Taichi's lower lip contacted the cup as he lifted the cup up to drink.
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We're not sure what happened. Perhaps we took this matter too lightly, perhaps it was something else. Slowly and unknowingly, our emotions had become the greater influence and we had pushed ourselves onto a road which we can't even look back to see our starting point.
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"Migaya Taiko...absent." The teacher looked at the piece of paper with little writing that doesn't fill half the page. "Due to diarrhoea."
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Tuduku.
BGM: Aban 02 - Digimon 02
Next Episode:
No next episode preview available due to the indecisiveness of the author in choosing which episodic idea to use.
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Well, I'm really really sorry for the really long delay. And this isn't especially long either. But I hope you enjoyed it.
Until the next post, ja.
-Lumi