Still don't own Digimon Adventure, but they never said this couldn't happen, did they?
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"Miyako Inoue is a cheap whore!"
"One more time, this time with feeling!"
"Miyako Inoue is a cheap, hussy, trollop!"
In most situations, this dialog would seem to make no sense. But on a mountain pass, in a silver convertible with the hood down, a girl screaming out into the wind could be considered a primal therapy. It was having a positive effect on Hikari, who, in addition to driving, was woken up early on a Saturday, and asked to drive two hours to pick up her old friend. The act of which could still be considered aiding a fugitive if anyone knew which authorities to contact. In the trunk were four black gym bags, with three eggs in each, each tagged with detailed notes on proper care.
Mimi (the fugitive in question) was egging her on, encouraging her to shout as many mean things as she could think of, their digimon in the back seat asleep. Gatomon only catnapping, while Palmon was in the deep sleep, only for those deprived of sleep after a week of non-stop travel. Somehow, even with the weight of the world on her shoulders, Mimi didn't show any signs of fatigue, even after dragging 12 digieggs across a continent to attempt the impossible.
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At least until she got home.
The moment Mimi was informed of the room she was to be sleeping in, she was face down in the bed, snoring. This was quite a surprise to Hikari, as she didn't recall seeing the other woman transition between the two points. Standing and speaking one moment, face down and asleep the next.
Part of her wanted to call her brother immediately, to tell him that she was here where they could stop her. That would surely put an end to the fighting.
But truthfully, with her son already gone, and her brother across the world in New York, her house was too quiet with just herself and Gatomon. Maybe a little company was just what she needed to keep sane.
Of course, it could all just be a huge mistake in the long run.
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Purity.
The state of being in which all of the self is open. Pure of thought, Pure in action, Pure in all things.
This applied to Mimi at all times, no matter what the occasion. Giving all of a paycheck to a charity on a whim, sharing the last Popsicle with a friend on a hot day, or popping the head off of a girl's doll in first grade because she like-liked her.
While everyone in the group listened to their crests for the most part; Takeru being driven by Hope, Taichi letting Courage protect him and his decisions, herself only doing things that would be approved of by Light. But only two of their group gave completely of themselves to their other sides.
With Koushiro, Knowledge came easily and fast. Long hours of studying data instead of living his life like a normal person, but that was what made him happy. In return, he was the foremost expert in regards to digital world science. In the decades he had been working, he had earned a great deal of power over the nature of the digital world. All of it scientific in nature, but at times seemingly magical. Opening gateways in broad daylight, traveling information networks in person. All with purely scientific reasons behind them, but only 30 years ago, pure science fiction.
Mimi however had to learn to open up to her inner self. But since doing so, she had also only grown stronger. Hikari could never remember a time when Mimi didn't yell when she needed to yell, or shop when she needed to shop. That complete lack of restraint was what gave Mimi total freedom.
And even now it allowed her to do things that science said was completely impossible. Like leaving the digital world undetected without a computer, while the entire gateway system was shut down and being monitored day and night. To read a book filled with only the crayon scribbles of a two year old, as if it held the history of the world in it's pages.
She said that Babamon had taught her how to do most of it, but all of it was still completely impossible, at least by standard convention. It was as if she had touched the fabric of creation, and couldn't understand why the others hadn't gotten there first.
Two completely opposing positions, both still reaching the same level of existence.
And now they were fighting. And she had to choose one side or the other.
It was true, Mimi had killed people. And her actions would continue to kill people. She was causing mayhem and chaos in the name of a cause that at it's best seemed unlikely, and it's worst sounded like some kind of deranged hallucination. Her friends were being hurt, her and her friend's children were in danger, people were dying, all because of the girl asleep in the next room.
But the eggs were there.
They were evil too, Gatomon could tell. Even Hikari herself could tell by being around them. Some swirling orbs of black and gray, some simple white with patterns, the most frightening single egg of the batch both solid black and cool to the touch. And yet Mimi cared for each like they were her own children.
A part of her was screaming for her to grab a stick, and beat them until they could never hatch. Save the world quickly and call the police.
A different part asked a simple question to quell that thought. What if it was Gatomon?
What if someone saw Gatomon's egg, knew the evil things she would do in the future, and destroyed it. The little part of her bathed in light had to remind her that every life has a great destiny and a horrible fate, what place did she have to judge the unborn on events they may or may not accomplish.
And every digimon could become many things. For every Metal Greymon, there was equal chance for a Skull Greymon. Darkness can come from Light, so the opposite must then be true as well.
And so she knew what she must do.