Just Another Story
By: Duckie
Genre: Romance/Humor/ Duckie's general cynical approach to life
Fanfic of: Digimon
Tidbit of Info: OOC, and OC, Season 1&2 characters
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Oh shoot.
A/N: Words in conversations that are italic are stressed, capitalized are yelled, and bold are just a bit of both. Sorry the chapter is so long.
Notes on Author's notes: Sometimes there will be muse conversations at the beginning of a chapter in this story, other times there won't, deal with it. If a note appears during or after a chapter it almost always relates to the text. Anywho enjoy the story, R&R. Also I'd like to give credit to sentay, who I stole some of my divider ideas from. (none in this chapter, I'm feeling lazy.)
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Chapter 1: Mourning
"It's been a week, GET UP!!" Mimi whacked me on the head with a pillow.
"Stop being so brutal. Your hostility is most unappreciated. Besides, can't you see I'm in anguish over my lost lover? I need at least another week of wallowing in self pity before I even consider glancing at the gloriously mortifying cheerfulness of the outdoors." I hurled the pillow back at her and disappeared under the covers.
"Puh lease, cut it with the big words and GET UP!"
"Mimi, didn't I just portray my grief accurately enough for you to leave me to rot in this hell hole?"
She pulled at my comforter, "Whoop dee doo! Ken dumped you! What does he have?"
I pulled my comforter, affectionately dubbed 'Blankie' away from her and just below my eyes so I could glare. "How can you say such a thing? Ken is so..." I hesitated so as to avoid sounding corny, "so... so... Wax!"
Mimi snorted with laughter. "Bah! I know my Shakespeare, and I would have to say that I, like, disagree, very strongly, with your last statement. He's a gutter rat, evil to the core, sadistic, warped, twisted, and, like, completely crude! The only thing that is even remotely attractive is that he is, like, in a band, maybe you should start a band!"
"Mimi, that may be the most intelligent thing you ever said, NO!!"
"Thank God, I was just kidding, so, you, like, wanna go to the mall and buy stuff with your father's money?"
"OF COURSE NOT!!! I'm mourning you fool!" Mimi sat down beside me on the bed, I only shriveled away.
"Why not? I happen to like spending your father's money."
"As do I but... What day is it?"
"Friday July, something something..." Mimi began to count in her head, her poor highlighted brown hair bobbing up and down with the effort of it.
"Stop it, you'll hurt yourself." She probably would've too, thinking, especially when it involves math, isn't Mimi's strong point. "Are there any parties tonight planned by our beloved peers?"
"Knock it of with big words Dudette, or like, I won't tell you." Mimi had to tell, she knew who I was, and not telling me was equivalent to joining math league, it was social suicide. I could take anyone's reputation and ruin it. I was, as Nissa put it, the Alpha Female, top of the social hierarchy, prime dating material, master and commander, at the top of my game, but like they say, it's lonely at the top.
"Mimi, both you and I know that not telling me could lead to an entirely new social status."
She bit her lip and shifted, causing the bed to wiggle, "Wellllll, I guess you stopped, anyways Matty's throwing a party!"
"Matty?" I asked with the most sarcastic voice possible without sounding upset.
"Oh, like, Matty, my boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah! See how much you have missed in the past week?" I sat up and shrugged. "Ewe! Take a, like, shower!"
I nonchalantly sniffed my armpits and silently agreed with her, jotting 'Take Shower' into my mental daily planner. "So Matty is?"
"Yamato Ishida!" She grinned from ear to ear.
"The socially rejectic, and somewhat moronic NERD?" I mentally noted that this was the infamous son of the neighbors that absolutely refused to meet my family when we got our new house next to theirs.
"He just so happens to be sexy Kari, I'm bringing him out of his shell with this party!" She bit her lip again, and began to think, hard. "Will you, like, um, knock it off with the big words, I can hardly understand you!"
Her not understanding me was within my power of belief, "Okay, if you stop saying like, or just generally talking like a ditz."
"Okay."
"Anyways, parties don't cure ugly Mimi."
"How can you say that, have you ever even seen him?
"No, but I've heard truly horrifying accounts," Mimi glared as if to say 'remember?' "Oh um, yeah, I heard he has a huge mole just below his bottom li-"
"No! My gosh, judging someone you haven't even seen!"
"Well it doesn't matter, I'm not going to the party. I'm going to continue my hermit-ness and emotional depression until the very end. I'm mourning."
"You are going Missy! Listen, I want, no, I NEED YOU to meet Yama! Once you think he's awesome, everyone will." I was somewhat surprised she had, thus far, managed to hold up her end of the deal, whether it was fear, oppression, or just the fact that she said 'like' on purpose I will never know.
"Pch! You listen, I'm sick of my position at the top of the social Hierarchy."
"B..b... but you have sooo much powe-"
"Tsk, tsk. No power talk whilst I mourn."
"Shut it Kari! Get up, you're going!"
And somehow, here I am, Mimi came and got me after some party where Ken was apparently going to be present, and this was the after party. So the actual party belongs to someone else. Yamato Ishida, what a fool, you have to go all out, after parties are for nit-wits. Why am I here?
"Meems! You're here!" Yuck, I can't stand crap like this, ushy gushy puppy 'wuv' nicknames that are so cute you could spew exorcist style.
"Matty! This is Kari, Kari this is Yamato." He reached out his hand and I regretfully shook it.
"Nice to meet you Kari, the Meemster has said a lot about you." Yuck, gross, vomit, Meemster?
"Meemster?" I glanced at Mimi, but she was busy swooning 'Matty'. Ewe. "One thing Buddy Boy, it's Hikari to you, Miss Hikari in fact."
"Right on, Daddy-O."
He knows his musicals, that brings him to -49 points, as everyone starts in my book with -50, and earns one for every cool thing. "Bravo. You know West Side Story." But, of course, it takes at least positive 50 points for me to think they actually are cool.
"You like musicals?"
"Yeah, they're gre-"
"Matty let's go socialize!" Mimi sent a warning glare my way and they stalked off hand in hand. Ahhhh! The Meemster plus Matty equals boyfriend and girlfriend equals gag me twice. Teenage relationships are, generally, quite a deal of bullshit, excluding me and Ken, we had something special. Bastard.
Hey you!
Do you remember me?
I used to sit next to you in school.
and we indulged in all the extra cirricular activities, we weren't particularly cool.
I glared at the speakers that pumped out a surprisingly good song by The Darkness. Who the hell, famous or not, dares to sing while I angrily reminisce?
"Kari, this song is for you." I whirled around and glared at the mini stage constructed of orange crates in the back of the garage. Daisuke Motomiya... stupid horn ball doesn't give up, does he? Everyone was either watching me or him, the radio faded and the buzz of amps and dead air filled in any space not occupied by my fellow students. It was Ken's band, with a special guest. They started to play, knowing Ken though, he would bust out in a guitar solo before the singing even started, so that would buy me some time.
"Hey! So where were we?" I turned around (again) to be standing right next to Yamato, uncomfortably close in fact.
"You've got a car, right?"
He blinked twice, "Uh, yeah, why?"
"Great let's get out of here." In my impulse I grabbed him by the upper arm and stormed out of his house.
I glanced nervously at the hole in the floor, wondering what she would think. I couldn't help but notice her perfect profile, illuminated by the rising moon. "So is there a story behind that?" She pointed to the hole in the floor.
"I bought it that way." She only glared and looked at me like I was an idiot, my parents hate the idea of either of their children driving, and refused to buy me my own automobile, so I was forced to desperate measures. A summer job, um, insert Psycho music now! Dun dun dun dun, REE REE REE REE! Then, the awkward silence, paired with her look of disgust made me feel I had to say something, "So, Miss Hikari, what grade are you entering this fall?"
"Sophomore, you?"
"Junior." Then the silence continued for what felt like forever. But I don't care it's her turn to talk.
"Where are we going."
My mind was yelling ICELAND ICELAND ICELAND, but I only mumbled out an incoherent, "My house."
"What? We were just there, weren't we?"
"That was my house in town, this is my house in the country, I'm having an after party party. Strictly private of course." I flashed my, 'I'm an all around good guy, really!' smile.
"He has nice teeth." I stared at her, did she just say what I thought she said?
"Are you... okay?"
"Now that you mention it, no, you see my boyfriend, Ken Ichijouji, who is now my ex, broke up with me, and I seem to be suffering from some mildly severe cases of paranoia, skitzo, and yeah, they really mess me up, cause me to outburst." I nodded, not believing a word, "SO! I say totally random things at random time intervals, like I said 'he has nice teeth' because uh.... Raoul, one of my skitzo friends, smiled." I held back a laugh and nodded again, this time with more sympathy. "I wasn't talking about you.."
I noticed that she was glaring at me the whole time, "This is it."
She nodded and her jaw dropped, I knew we were, neighbors, and she sure as hell did, because Tk is her friend, but we had never even spoken to each other on a neighbor to neighbor basis. And, apparently, my house looks much bigger from the front. "This is your house?" I pulled carefully into the driveway.
"Yeppers." I sounded so stupid I could commit suicide.
She looked truly beautiful, and I felt wrong for thinking it because of Mimi, but if the two ever had to be compared, without hesitation, beauty wise, Kari would win. She had shoulder length brown hair, sparkling eyes, and long legs that her short skirt (not slutty short, of course) accented perfectly. She was, as all my friends would say, 'hotter than hot, dude!'
"Ken's is bigger." She was lying, because the actual party had been at Ken's apartment, and I guarantee you that his is half the square footage of mine.
"Right..." I mumbled, killing the engine and stepping out. I closed the door and looked at her face, she looked deep, you know, deep, some people don't look deep, she did. (A/N: Example of someone that looks deep: Sean Penn, not an attractive guy, but he looks like he has a bit of a soul, a deep soul. This makes him appealing.) She looked like there was more to her than meets the eye, and no, I'm not talking about her body, I'm talking about the preppy, popular girl that you would see with a glance. She looked, well, she looked like she had a soul beneath her concealer, a brain behind her mascara.
Out of instinct I walked around the front of the car and opened the door for her, "Miss Hikari." I said, very suave.
"Thanks."
They two entered the house which seemed to be expecting after party party guests within the hour. "What do you think?" Matt asked as he escorted her to the kitchen, his voice echoed in the vast vaulted ceilings.
"Reminds me of my house." Kari shivered and stared around, it did, architect wise the Ishidas and Yagamis had had the same one, he owned the lots, sold them, designed the house, got construction workers, and had them build his not too original designs that ripped off the family receiving them by not only giving them a generic two story rich people living, but by overpricing his 'services.'
"My mom says they're almost identical, except you guys have one more bedroom and a smaller laundry room." Kari nodded, even though she hadn't seen all of it, she could tell it felt different. Matt handed her a Dr. Pepper and forced a smile, "Go ahead and sit out in the living room, Mimi's supposed to get here soon and help me out."
DING DONG. The doorbell rang, it was the same one at Kari's house. "Speak of the devil." She mumbled.
Matt dashed to the door and opened it, "Meemster!" Kari, who still sat on the couch, rolled her eyes and made a gagging gesture.
"Heyamatty." Mimi slurred it all into one word.
"Mimi, have you been drinking?"
"Jus' one" Mimi said, holding up three fingers and giggling, "well maybtwo."
Kari laughed silently on the couch, "Hey Mimi!" she yelled after controlling her giggling fits.
"Okari! bes' frien! Howr you?" Mimi staggered in and sat next to her.
Kari glanced at the door as she laughed and noticed that Ken was there. "SoKari. Telmeh! Whawer ya' doinwit meh Matty?" Mimi strained her eyes and then collapsed side ways, passed out.
End of Chapter 1: Mourning
Conclusion: Winded up way longer than in my notebook. Usually I aim my chapters to be 1,000 words (without A/N's and such) long, in my notebook it was just above it, rewritten it's almost twice as long, so I apologize. Anywho Kari has recently broken up with Ken and is mourning, Mimi is dating Yamato, who seems to admire Kari's looks and is coincidentally neighbors with her.
Sneak Peak Chapter 2: After Party Party: You learn why the break up occured, and of course, much more. R&R!