Princess Diaries

Chapter 5:

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and I think I don't have the artistic talent that makes Mimi and Yamato so beautiful…oh and the other characters too…

"To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others..."

Mimi blinked up at the golden-haired lead singer of her favorite band of all time, quite startled.

"You."

Yamato looked at her in semi-amusement. "Yeah, me."

"You're supposed to be in the cafeteria," Mimi told him with a sigh, sitting properly, "I saw you there with your friends."

"And you're supposed to be giggling to whatever Taro is telling you and sharing tips on how to do your make-up with the cheerleaders," Yamato said bluntly, taking the seat beside hers.

Mimi eyed the boy next to her curiously. "You think I'm some brainless ninny, huh?"

He didn't even bother to deny it. "Yeah."

That irked the princess quite a bit. "Well, your assumption is wrong, Ishida."

Yamato seemed to find it funny for Mimi to act all indignant like he'd insulted her greatly or something. Unbeknownst to him, he really did insult Mimi because she wasn't just another pretty face with zero percent intelligence but she liked to read and write as well.

Everyone thought when you're beautiful and have impeccable fashion sense then you can't hold a sensible conversation with someone if it didn't involve a lipstick or a pair of high-heeled shoes.

"Sure…" Yamato said in a way that grated on Mimi's nerves but she held herself in check. Her doctors had advised her not to get too riled up because it might be bad for her health. Besides, Mimi wouldn't want to suddenly faint because she got too angry and have everyone find out the main reason on why she was in Japan in the first place.

Mimi blew out her breath inaudibly and she looked casually at him. "So, why aren't you in the cafeteria and eating lunch?"

"It's really none of your business, you know, princess," he deliberately added the title to simply mock her.

He was…well, not what Mimi expected. Whenever she listened to his music, to that deep and pleasant voice, Mimi would imagine a sensitive and optimistic guy who loved to spend time with his fans and was naturally easy going. But Ishida Yamato was different. Even if she'd only met him for a couple of hours and had only spoken barely ten sentences to him, she could deduce that he wasn't easy going at all. Probably a rebel who only showed his soft side to his friends. Yamato always seemed distant and cool to his fans.

"Fine," Mimi mumbled and glared at the wall in front of her.

The silence that followed wasn't exactly comfortable but it wasn't uncomfortable either. It was just…silent.

Mimi wondered if Taro had given up his search for her. Was it safe to go out now? Nah, better stay put for a couple of minutes just to play it safe.

She drummed her fingers against the armrest of her seat, trying to ignore her impatience. She looked at her wristwatch and sighed.

Yamato was looking mildly curious at her actions. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Not exactly. I'm just passing the time here until it's okay to leave," Mimi explained, gazing at the spacious stage looming in front. It was dark on the stage since the lights were off.

Yamato smirked. "What? You're being hounded by terrorists or something?"

"Ha! He's even scarier than those terrorist on television!"

"Wouldn't your bodyguard protect you?" Yamato inquired with an indifferent tone of voice.

She shook her head. "I told Darien-kun to go home before I got stalked."

Her eyes roved to her watch again and took note that two minutes had gone by. Mimi was getting hungrier as the minutes went by and if Taro was still out there, looking for her, well she'd have to kick his butt so she can eat.

"And who is your stalker?"

Mimi frowned. "Well, he isn't exactly a stalker but close to it anyway. You do know Taro-san, ne?"

Yamato's eyebrows raised a notch. "Taro? That ahou is the one stalking you?"

She agreed. "Yeah and he's so infuriating as he keeps on bugging me about being his girlfriend or introducing him to my celebrity friends!" Mimi rolled her eyes. "As if I'd introduce him to Minamoto Akira! The nerve!"

"You know Minamoto Akira?"

"Yes," Mimi shrugged as if it wasn't such a big deal being friends with one of Japan's hottest female singers, "since she was my special guest during my birthday last year."

"Ah." Yamato remained quiet after that and Mimi didn't talk to him anymore. Her stomach was growling at her to eat something right then and right now.

Thinking that facing Taro would be better than starving to death, Mimi stood up and straightened her dress. "Well, gotta go. Bye."

Yamato just arched a brow and said nothing so she shrugged and quickly left the auditorium to go back to the cafeteria. Mimi was relieved that she didn't meet Taro on the way. As she ordered her lunch, with the lunch lady giving her strange and curious looks, Mimi thought back about the weird conversation she had with Yamato and for the first time, she realized that she didn't gush and fawn over her celebrity crush. In fact, Yamato quite irritated her about his assumption that she was shallow and her world revolved around fashion and boys.

Peeved, Mimi brought her tray to the nearest empty seat and since the cafeteria was near empty, she didn't have to look for long and slammed her tray slightly on the table.

"He seems so different when he sings," Mimi mumbled to herself, twirling her udon noddles in its bowl. "I guess I thought wrong."

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Sorry it's so short but you're lucky I still had a bit of inspiration to write!!! I promise that the next chapter will be much, much longer and well, cross your fingers that it will be out soon. My muse is still on vacation and my tennis and swimming lessons are taking all of my time.

Gomen nasai!