Title: Far from Perfection
Author: Elesterie
Genre: Romance
Rated: PG-13
Summary:
Years of immunity from the real world. Innocence. That was Mimi Tachikawa. Reality slaps her in the face as compensation. Guilt. This is Mimi Tachikawa. She finally got what she deserved, by getting involved with Yamato Ishida ...
Disclaimer:
Na-No-Da! I don't own anything except my dreams … and everything else I have in my room … and a whole other heap of stuff … meh, okay okay I own many things. Just don't think I own Digimon.
Note:
No history together. Nothing. REMEMBER – there was no such thing as the digidestined. Clean-sweep story, this is.
By the way, I uploaded this fic two days ago, and while I was deleting some of my other fics, I erm, hehe, kinda deleted this one. Gomen.
Chapter 1
Digimon
Far from Perfection
Elesterie
PROLOGUE
(Omniscient P.O.V.)
Mimi Tachikawa is what you would call a spoilt girl. Since the time she was a bare infant to the raw age of seventeen. Always received what she wanted, always said what she could – the girl could barely shut her mouth in the right manner.
At the age of five, she asked for a pony. Of course her father bought her one, and then she said she didn't want it because the new talking Barbie was out. Talk about a waste of money.
At the age of ten, her mother let her have a teenage party. She invited boys and girls over to her oh-so-great mansion. They all had cocktail drinks with little umbrellas poking out. The cocktail drinks weren't just cocktail drinks, of course. They were made of apple cider, not champagne. Some adolescent party, that was.
At the age of fifteen, she believed she experienced a hangover. After staying at a friends' party, she woke up with a massive headache, remembering that she did drink something that other night. Of course, she immediately assumed that someone spiked her coke somehow. But when her friend lazily got up and handed her some Panadol, Mimi swallowed the pills and immediately felt relieved as the headache was gone.
Yes. That was it. What you must've realized, was how protected she was. She was immune from the real world, with wars and starvation out of the door in her mind. Her parents always kept those sort of topics for more reserved times. No, their precious Mimi didn't need to know that. She was a happy girl, and did not deserve to hear of others' misfortunes. Mimi did not express any interest in those topics anyway. She always thought the world revolved around her. Well, at least her parents did.
At the age of seventeen, Mimi believed she was at the top of the world. She was every girl's idol. She had what every girl dreamed of. A mansion. A chauffer. A successful business man for a father. An elegant, sophisticated model for a mother. A fortune to feed off; exhaust; deplete – whichever word met your fancy. A body that most girls yearned and dieted for while most boys wished to touch and caress. A place in a private school.
Now with that thought in mind, she definitely didn't have everything. No longer was she going to private school. Why? Well ... let the information leak out in due time.