Author's Note: Alright, I haven't written a digimon fanfic in quite sometime. In fact, I haven't posted on in quite some time. I write Seasons 01 and 02 fics only. Just so we get that out of the way. J -J
The warm nightly summer breeze flowed through the window, rustling the long pink drapery with frayed bottoms. Pink hair blew in wisps over a delicate and beautiful face as it turned to glance at a fuzzy white kitten sleeping with a soft purr on the large pink bed. The room was silent with the exception of the obnoxious purring and the sounds of crickets chirping repeatedly outside and the occasional clatter of pressed computer keys under fast-paced fingertips.
The prom-queen beauty licked her glossy lips as if concentrating on the very small motor-skilled task of typing. Clicks and clatters and mashes sounded to her ears as she made her plans to meet her friend of many years in a world they hadn't embarked upon in since they were younger.
They were all so much older now, living on their own, going to college, getting jobs, moving on from their childish games of saving the world to becoming the adults who never believed them when they said things were wrong.
Mimi Tachikawa, however, longed to go back to the times of her childhood. She missed those long nights stranded in the digital world, staying up late with Matt Ishida in order to talk privately with one another. Everyone else brushed her off as a whiney airhead, but he saw something in her that not even her parents saw. He saw an intelligent, but scared girl.
The clock turned to 4:00am, and she looked upon the glowing screen which blinked an attention grabbing orange color as she received another message from her long time friend. The time difference between them killed her, as they scarcely were able to talk at all because of school and work schedules. Opening the small message window, she replied with an 'Okay' and then slowly stood up. Waltzing over to her large walk-in closet, she rummaged through thousands of articles of clothing, trying to decide on the perfect thing to wear for their meeting.
Finally, she chose an outfit. Removing the loose fitting pajamas which she was previously adorned in, she quickly replaced them with a pair of dark blue jeans and a little too big pink tank top over a white one. Her feet were adorned with pink sneakers and a pink bow decorated her matching hair.
Pulling out a small device which fit in the palm of her hand, she gazed at it sadly as it emitted a slight beep in reaction to the computer before her. With a deep breath, she held it out in front of the screen and let the blast of glowing light enshroud her and take her away.