Hey Everybody! This is my first fic, but people at school like it, so i hope you will too. This is a Mimato fanfic and um,even though I'm bad at this part, I shall give you the summary:
Mimi has loved the story of Cinderella since before she can remember. And now, She's 21 yr old fashion designer living with her best friend, Sora and 2 crazy dogs in LA. The girls go to a [very special] club named Fiesta, where their dancing instincts take them over. They later get paid to dance, since they rock the club and all that. But what happens when Mimi falls into the wrong hands at Fiesta? Where's her Prince Charming then?
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon or anything, nor do I own the drink Pepsi or Sketchers or any club that is actually name Fiesta, but I do own a crazy puppy :)
I know this chapter is kinda looney, but it get's better I promise.
Enjoy:
".Once Upon Fiesta."
"Tell me the story! Tell me the story! TELL ME THE STORY!!!!!!!" A tiny Mimi was now jumping on her bed, ferociously waving the fuzzy puppy toy in the air.
"Sit down, Mimi, it's not princess like!" Her mother was getting impatient.
After hearing the princess comment, Mimi immediately sat down properly on her bed. "Cinderwella?"
"Okay. Even though you heard it a zillion times, okay. There was a pretty young woman named Cinderella who was mistreated by her evil step mom and stepsisters. Her fairy godma popped up and helped her on her way to the ball where she fell in love with Prince Charming. She came back home; her evil stepmother locked her up so she wouldn't have a chance at the prince. But he came and found her, rescued her, married her, blah blah blah, live happily ever after."
"Mom, you're a bad story teller, but it was still... so... romantic... so beatifwul..." Mimi was squeezing Fuzzy dreaming of how wonderful it would be to have her ideal prince charming come to rescue her from great agony and slavery.
"Um, sure Hun... now get some sleep, Princess."
"Good night Mommy-" Mimi suddenly dropped dead asleep and starting snoring freakishly loud.
"Yikes," her mother said, but then smiled and closed the door.
16 Years Later
"Arf! Arf! Arf! ArfArfArfArfArf!! Aaaaoooooooo!!!!!"
"Pepsi, would you SHUT THE HELL UP!?!?!" A raging redhead's crimson eyes were glowing with fury and irritation.
"Chill out, Sora. She's just a little excited." Mimi was laughing at her best friend and the miniature poodle that barked uncontrollably.
"Yeah, well if this freakin mutt won't shut up," Sora death glared Pepsi. "Then I'll throw her in the washer, and if that doesn't work, I'll put her to sleep!"
The dog stopped -as if in thought, then started barking louder and faster- so much she seemed to be getting electrocuted.
"My GOD! Slush, would you please do something!?"
The silver and white husky had also had enough of the salvo. He hopped off the couch in aggravation and sat on Pepsi until she was quiet.
"Phew," Sora sighed. "Good boy, Slush! Remind me to give you a T-bone."
The husky sat up in pride, chest puffed out, both blue and green eyes beamed with pride.
Mimi moved to Las Angeles recently with her best friend, Sora Takenouchi. Both were 21 working as fashion designers and living with two crazy dogs in a big, cozy apartment. While Mimi liked both dogs, Sora only liked Slush because he had cruel ways of his own to shut Pepsi up.
"Here we go!" Mimi held her completed outfit design in the air. She was smiling and her big honey eyes were beaming. "The new metropolitan girl! Using fabric only found in Paris, it is strong and stylish and will make you feel at the top of the food chain!"
"Food chain, Mimi?" Sora raised an eyebrow. Even Slush did the same.
"You know what I mean." Mimi said getting up from the mushy white carpet.
"Yeah, sure," Sora walked into the kitchen that opened up into the family room and pulled out a giant bone from the Doggy drawer. "Here ya go Slush." She tossed the T-bone to him and grabbed a soda out the fridge.
"Hey look," Mimi said looking at the newspaper. "There's a club -Fiesta, at the corner of HyperMille Street. Sounds hot." She held up a picture of a rather big and obviously popular club. There were people were jumping, dancing, ordering drinks, DJ's, bars, barmaids, bouncers, VIP rooms, bartenders, people dancing in cages, etc.
"Ooo, we gotta check it out." Sora said sipping her soda.
"Today," Mimi said, concentrating on the Fiesta's pic, an anticipating smile on her face.
"What?"
"Today, we go."
"Um, Okay?"
8:00 PM
Mimi and Sora appeared at Fiesta ready to dance. Sora wore a short, red hip-hugger skirt, a black tube-top with a red star across her bust, and 1 1/2 inch red flip-flops. Mimi wore a pink miniskirt, a white jean tank top, and white knee-high boots with traces of steel-pink that matched her steel-pink star chain necklace.
Both were awed by the massive club. It looked just as the pic was in the paper. But now you could feel the music vibrating throughout your body, smell the perfumes, drinks, and in some places cigarettes, you could hear people cheering or booing on others. It all seemed so magical- the moment Mimi stepped unto the rumbling floor of the club, Fiesta sent a rush of energy throughout her body. And before she could blink a second time, she and Sora were dancing their way to the core of the action.
2 Hours Later
"Go! Go! Go Mimi! Go! Go! Go Sora!" The crowd was cheering Mimi and Sora on as they danced and exchanged they're hottest moves.
'Wow,' Mimi thought. ' I feel like Honey!' [A/N: If you haven't seen the movie HONEY, then I think you should see it ASAP. great, movie.]
As Mimi enjoyed the attention on her, a piercing glare shot straight through her eyes as she caught a woman staring straight at her with no expression. Was it fury? Pain? Confusion? Lust?... Hate?
"Um, Mimi, you okay?" Sora interrupted Mimi's concentration.
"Um, wha?" Mimi lost sight of the woman sitting at the bar.
"You were standing here for the past... um, 30 seconds. Not doing anything." Sora kept her dance beat to the song.
"I was?" Mimi thought disturbed by the fact. "Well..." The song Milkshake came on and everyone got into their bouncy mood. "I'll just have to make up for lost time."
Next Day 9:00 AM
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and then like- it's better than yours, damn right -it's-"
"You still have that song stuck on your head?" Mimi said to a dancing Sora.
"DAMN RIGHT! It's better than yours! I can teach you, but I'll have to charge." Sora finished in her face.
"Arf!" Pepsi jumped up on the couch and rolled belly up next to Mimi.
"You know, Pepsi. You should use a different bark. The guys won't like that." Mimi said, giving Pepsi a message on the belly.
'Tell me about it.' Slush thought.
"Come on Mimi, let's go to Mocha's Coffee Shoppe."
"Okay. But we gotta come back soon. I have to give Iquoa a call before tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Ya, I'm so addicted to Fiesta! Besides I feel at home there... I don't know why, or how. It just feels like I belong there... or... a piece of me belongs there..." Mimi was fingering her silver crown chain necklace.
"Um... I think your mom deprived you from clubs all your life."
"Ha ha. Get dressed so we can go already."
"Excuse me," Sora said sarcastically.
9:30 AM
Mimi and Sora were giggling as they entered Mocha's Coffee Shoppe. They had seen a guy with wild brown hair earlier that had bought them the newspaper. He tried hard to use all his charm but ended up cramping his style when he nearly got ran over by a taxi.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Mimi said about to crack up all over again. "He looked like a lamb face to face with a slaughter house."
"A lamb with a bad hair day." Sora said remembering how big his hair was. "Aww, but he needs a second chance." Sora and Mimi sat down and had their beverages ordered.
"A second chance for who?" Mimi said raising an eyebrow with a sly smile on her face.
"Oh, whatever," Sora said trying to brush of any feelings that might stir within her.
"Here's your Crème Cocoa and your Mocha Latté." A brunette lady served the women their beverages.
"Thank you." They both said and sipped their drinks.
"Mmmm...."
"Sora and Mimi?" A strange voice asked from beside them.
"Who wants to know?" Mimi said looking over the person beside them.
"Mimi! Don't mind her. Yes, that's us."
A woman with long black hair and blue and red streaks sat on the stool beside them. She wore a black business shirt and pants with black sandals that had a small red flower on the strap.
"My name is Roana Jemestone and I am the owner of the club Fiesta, on HyperMille Street."
"Oh really?!" Mimi said, quite ecstatically, also feeling quilt for her first comment. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" She held out a hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," Roana said smiling and shook her hand.
"I know it must be very exciting running a club. Running Fiesta." Sora said with a warm smile.
"Oh yes, but it can be wild a times. Never mind that. I'm hoping that when/if you return to Fiesta, you will be one of the few dancers that dance in the club, just as you both did yesterday, and for that we'll give you a bonus for doing so." Roana said with a hint of hope on her face.
Mimi and Sora were silent for a few moments not being able to talk.
"A- ar- are." Mimi tried to choke out the words.
"Really?" Sora managed to ask.
"Um, yes?"
"Of course!!!" Mimi and Sora squealed.
"Great then!" Roana said relieved and sipped the last of her coffee. "Then I'll see you whenever you decide to join us for a night at Fiesta. Good day, ladies." Roana left the coffee shop and vanished in the light morning traffic.
"Wow, that's crazy. That couldn't have just happened." Sora was still in disbelief.
"It just did, Sora. We got an offer to have great times at Fiesta, and get paid to do it."
So what do you think so far? This chapter was kinda looney, but the next chapter I loove, and I know you will too. Thanks for reading and do reveiw! That would mean so much!
Luv to ya :: CraziSupaStar : Maya