Author's notes: Second chapter up. I know the name of the chapter sucks. Cookies for those who reviewed! They're very special cookies; with icing all over! Bear with me; I'm just trying to get into Mimi's ditzy mood to write.

To digilover: I'm not very sure if this fic is going to be Taimi, so you'll just have to read and see! And I'll try to put in more dialogue.

Disclaimer: The song below is hanabi, by Hamasaki Ayumi. I don't own it.

I look up at the blurry sky

So that my tears don't overflow

Why can't people live

As they want to?

A weak heart that's unable to cry

Doesn't need the strength to keep from crying

I look for a shooting star

To place my wish on

But the dawn comes too soon

And I'm unable to find one

The reason there isn't a day

When I remember you

Is because I haven't forgotten you for a moment

It's become a habit to say it's alright

Whenever I come across something sad

Something stopped on that day

For me, and now

No matter how much I pray

I can't see a single star

I miss you, I miss you

Only in my memory your smile is too tender

There's nothing I can do

I miss you – I miss you – I miss you – I miss you – I miss – I miss – I miss…

Mimi threw a pillow at her CD player. Stupid song. Even her CDs were mocking her. So what if she still missed that asshole? So what if he didn't even know or care that she couldn't forget him? So what if he was already in love with someone else who coincidentally was one of her best friends? She buried her head in her pillow and willed her tears to stop. Crying wouldn't bring Yamato back to her side.

Taking a deep breath, Taichi braced himself and was about to kick the front door open when it unlatched suddenly.

"Onii-chan, did you forget to bring the keys out again?" came a familiar voice. The door opened slightly as Hikari poked her head out.

That was rare. She was home already. And what was that smell- she'd even cooked dinner. There was something fishy about this. He would just have to try and coax it out of her over dinner.

The two siblings ate in silence for a period of time before Taichi tried to make conversation. Perhaps they'd not been in each other's company for too long a time. Strange that the first thing he said was, "It's still snowing out there."

Hikari looked up and gazed at him indifferently.

"I know," she replied simply. That cut off their weak stream of conversation.

After both of them had somewhat finished eating, Hikari cleared their plates and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Her brother cursed himself for not trying hard enough to salvage their sibling relationship. But then again, he knew that things would never return to what they were before.

"ARGHHHHHHHHH!!! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!!" yelled Mimi while standing on a bench. The whole canteen turned to look at her. Her three companions sighed. How long has it been since they last experienced one of Mimi's tantrums?

"I HATE JAPANESE. WHY DO WE HAVE TO LEARN JAPANESE? ARGHHHHHH!!!" she continued, now jumping on the bench. Onlookers observed that she had a remarkable sense of balance.

"She failed her first Japanese paper," Sora mouthed to Yamato and Taichi. Or rather, Sora mouthed to Yamato and a sleeping Taichi. Trust him to sleep through all that noise.

By the time Mimi had finally vented out all her anger, most spectators had gotten sick of her rantings and had gone back to doing their own stuff. She got down from the bench and sat down.

"I can give you tuition," offered Sora, smiling. Mimi visioned herself giving her orange-haired friend a tight slap across her pretty face. She blinked and wondered where that idea came from.

"How about a study group?" Yamato suggested while smacking Taichi's head simultaneously.

Mimi's jaw dropped as Sora nodded eagerly and decided for all four of them. It was at that moment that Taichi chose to wake up.

"So it's settled then, Saturday 9 o'clock in the morning, at Yamato's house. It's to prepare for your test next week, Mimi."

Both Taichi and Mimi stared blankly at the couple sitting before them as they struggled to absorb what they'd just heard.

Saturday, 8.55 in the morning, Mimi stood outside Yamato's front door contemplating on whether she should ring the doorbell or run away screaming that she didn't want to live anymore. Before she made her decision, Sora appeared in the doorway, inviting her to come in. Like a wife. Like Yamato's wife. Mimi stepped through what she felt were like the gates of hell.

Saturday, 10.02 in the morning, Taichi stood outside Yamato's front door. He couldn't escape this particular study group session because it was a Saturday and they knew that he didn't have soccer practice. He rang the doorbell. Yamato opened the door.

"You're late," was the only phrase he said before opening the door wider.

"Sorry," replied Taichi, not really meaning it. He shook off all the snow on his clothes before going in.

Mimi frowned.

Sora frowned.

Taichi sat on Yamato's bed and prepared himself to fall asleep.

Yamato went to refill their cups.

"Mimi, don't tell me you forgot all your kanji?" asked Sora warily, even though she sort of guessed the answer already.

Mimi shrugged. Groaning, Sora leaned back. Even she couldn't help this time. Her dear Americanized friend had just couldn't, wouldn't remember her native language. A pair of grayish blue eyes came into her view. He smiled and passed her a glass of water.

All this Mimi watched with much interest, even though she tried to hide it. She wished with all her might that the blond would do the same, but her glass of water was placed on the table in front of her without much emotion.

A snore could be heard from a particular bush of hair hidden under Yamato's blanket. As usual, he was smacked and kicked off the bed.

"Get off my bed, sucker. We're supposed to be studying. And helping Mimi," muttered Yamato, tidying up his sheets. There was no response from the other party, who had started drooling on the floor. Sighing, the blond made a mental note never to ask Taichi to come for study group sessions again.

"And Mimi, at least make some effort to learn… You're tiring Sora out," Yamato said, glancing at Sora, whose eyebrows were knitted together.

It all happened in an instant. Mimi got up from her seat, knocking over her glass of water and slapped Yamato. Hard.

The clock ticked loudly as an awkward silence settled around them. Mimi started packing her things silently and murmured a soft apology before dashing out of the door. Sora stared after her, stunned. The victim touched his cheek. It still stung. Under a stack of cushions, Taichi opened an eyelid.

Outside, the snow was falling, heavier than before.

To readers: I think I made them a little OOC this time. I don't know why I keep on making Taichi fall asleep! And this is not a Sorato hate-fic. Anyway, there's a certain silver button down there waiting for you to click it and review.

Revised: 16th September 2007