Chapter 19 - Luck, All of it Bad
Today was going well.
That should have been my first clue.
A few weeks after I had moved in to Izzy's apartment, I got a job as a waitress in a small outdoor café. My coworkers were friendly, the atmosphere comforting, and the tips large. Not that it mattered, this job was for something to do, not because I needed money.
Which turned out to be a good thing.
My back was to the door, and I heard the door chime. I felt a chill rub down my spine, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I turned around.
"Hello, welcome to… Michael."
He beamed at me.
"Yes Mimi?"
Why can't he just leave me alone?
"What the heck do you want?"
'Heck' was not what I really wanted to say. He still had that foolish grin on his face.
"That's no way to talk to me, my sweet!"
My left eye developed a serious twitch.
"Get out."
He frowned a little before the smile came back.
Idiotic jackass.
"What time will you be joining me, love?"
I focused my glare even more than usual. I swear that the veins were literally popping out of my forehead.
"Don't call me that! And I'll join you when hell freezes over!!"
We were making a scene at this point, but I don't think either of us cared.
"Dearest, I just came in to have some lunch with you…"
"Well I don't want to have lunch with you!! I don't like you! Why can't you wrap your thick head around that!"
Some of the other waitresses were getting the manager. I didn't notice, and if I had, I still don't think I would have cared. Michael's flinched, but as always, a grin came back.
"You do love me Mimi, you just can't see it right now, while that other guy that you live with blinds your sight. One night out with me and you'll forget all about him… What do you say?"
"NO!"
"Ahem."
We turn to see the manager looking at us sternly. He turned to Michael.
"You. I don't know who you are, but leave before I call the police."
He turned back to me.
"And Mimi, I'm sorry, but you're fired. I can't keep you on, not after this display."
"Fine."
I tossed my apron down and stalked out. Only two steps behind me was Michael as I stepped onto the sidewalk, which was surprisingly empty. I grumbled a few things under my breath.
"Now, Mimi, where shall we go?"
"WHAT!"
"Well, your manager obviously believes we ought to be together, or he wouldn't have fired you to give you time off to be with me!"
I couldn't come up with anything to answer that. Well, I did come up with one thing, but it didn't have any words attached. I kicked him in the groin. Hard. Michael hit the pavement pretty fast.
"Never come near me again."
With that I ran off, back to the apartment. I seriously needed to vent my frustrations before I hurt someone besides Michael.
He deserves it after all…
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"Well, this should make for an interesting story. Talk."
"Well, I uh…"
"Now."
"Look, can we talk about this face to face? You're a little big…"
"No. How did you get here?"
I sighed.
Fine, if that's the way he wants to play it…
Digivolution…
Impmon Warp Digivolve to… Beezlemon!
Pineapple head jumped down and crouched into a battle position, but waited. I held up a hand.
"Easy. I just don't like feeling weaker than the other guy. I'll talk."
He nodded, and the dragon thing above him flew off.
"Then… talk."
"I was in the park, minding my own business…"
"Minding your own business?"
Sheesh, what is it with this guy? This new digivolution of his is a real hard-ass.
"Fine, I had stolen some food from this chick and was on the run. Happy?"
"Peachy."
"Then this portal opens up behind me and a hand grabs me…"
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"Owww! Leggo you dirty little pig! I'll kick your ass!"
"You? I doubt it."
I turned to see a SkullSatamon. A really big SkullSatamon.
Crap.
The thing glared down at me. It turned and launched its staff at an unoffending wall.
"DAMN IT!!"
It turned back at me, glare on full force.
"Do you have any idea what you've messed up? I could have been the most powerful digimon in history! But no! You had to come along and get in the way! You're trash! You're worse than trash! I should delete you this instant!"
Great…
I gathered energy for digivolution, beginning to glow…
"Impmon…"
"NAIL BONE!"
The attack slammed into me, and I couldn't move for the life of me.
Great. So this is how it happens. Taken out by an insane SkullSatamon. If I'm reformatted, I'll never live this down…
"But I won't. Delete you, that is. I have too many other things to do today to waste my energy on that. Goodbye, little trash heap."
Then, another portal opened underneath me, and I dropped through. I could hear him speaking as I sank.
"Great. It'll be months before I can open a portal there again…"
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The door slammed closed.
Oh boy.
I called out a little hesitantly.
"Mimi, are you okay?"
"NO!"
This is bad…
I powered down the computer and stepped into the main room. This was something that I was going to have to deal with if I was going to get any peace. Mimi was bent over, and had her head in the freezer in the kitchen area.
Wow, she's got a nice butt… STOP! You're supposed to be comforting her, not fantasizing about her Izumi!
"Mimi, what's wrong?"
"Men are jerks, that's what's wrong!"
"Mimi?"
She sighed and collapsed at the counter that separated the two areas.
"I'm sorry Izzy, it's not you, really."
"Mimi, what's wrong? You've been mad constantly lately. Let me help, I'm your friend. If you can't tell me, maybe you can tell Sora or someone, but you really need to stop bottling this up…"
She smiled a little.
"Yeah, maybe. Do we have any ice cream Izzy?"
"You murdered the last carton yesterday."
"Ugh."
Worth a shot…
"Well, we could go get some… my treat…"
She smiled then, an actual smile.
"Thanks Izzy. That sounds good."
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~Months Previous~
"Hey Joe!"
"We've got a new member to our study group!"
"Hmmm?"
I glanced up from my medical text to see a brown-haired young woman. She was wearing a weak, shy smile that invoked a protective instinct. Her hair was drawn in a bun, bringing it away from the large round glasses that were over her green eyes. She was wearing a loose yellow sweater and a long gray skirt. She gave a short bow.
"Hello. My name is Carmela Shultz. I apologize for intruding."
I lost my voice for a second, but quickly found it.
"No, not at all. I'm Joe Kido. Please, sit down."
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I smiled remembering our first meeting. I glanced next to me at the sunlight reflecting off her face as we walked in a comfortable silence. There was no need to fill the space with idle chatter. We stopped at a stream in the center of the park and watched some small fish go by. I smiled remembering Gomamon talking to the fish when we were here last. I decided to speak.
"This is fun. We should do it more often…"
She smiled and rested her hand on mine, giving it a little squeeze.
"We should, but I can hardly ever pry you away from the text books."
"I know, but we have a test coming up…"
"Joe, sweetheart, we always have a test coming up. It's what it means to study medicine."
"I know. It's why I always study so hard."
She sighed.
"Yes, but there is such a thing as studying too hard. I'm a little afraid you'll burn yourself out."
"I know, but high-stress situations defined a lot of my younger years. I'm a little used to it."
She smiled a little.
"Oh? You don't talk about your past a lot Joe. What happened?"
"Oh, I got lost for a while at summer camp with some other kids for a few days. It was that time it started snowing."
She smiled.
"You got lost then?"
I chuckled.
"Yeah, we became really good friends, despite my constant allergies and my complaining…"
The conversation turned to other things then, and I gave an inward sigh of relief. It wasn't that I didn't trust Carmela, but she was a little… realistic. I don't know how else to describe it. She just seemed so grounded in the here and now that I'm not sure how she would take knowing that my closest confidante other than her is a talking digital sea monster.
Gomamon hid when she came over, and stayed hidden no matter what happened. He said he was impressed that something besides my schoolwork had finally captured my attention, and he wanted to see how long I could keep it up.
We talked and walked a while longer, before heading back to my apartment for some food while we hit the books again.
Thanks for keeping out of sight Gomamon.
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Twenty minutes later Izzy and I were sitting in an ice cream parlor. He was eating chocolate, and I had strawberry.
Should I tell him?
What will he do? What will change?
I have to. He deserves that much at least…
"Izzy, about what's been happening lately…"
He put his spoon down and focused on me. His voice was soft and gentle.
"Yes?"
"We really need to talk about it. The truth is, Michael's shown up."
Izzy raised an eyebrow.
"Is Michael a problem?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Today he got me fired."
"Wow. Okay, that covers today, but…"
"…what about the rest of it?"
"Yeah."
"The truth is that I came back here to Japan to escape him more than anything else. Not that I didn't miss you guys, but he made the 'now' piece more important."
"What did he do?"
I sighed. This was still a hard story to tell, even to Izzy.
"Modeling was good at first, you know? Clothes, makeup, professional hair stylists, the whole bit. The work wasn't that stressful and the pay was really good…"
I trailed off, but Izzy prompted me.
"But…"
"But I got bored with it, and then frustrated with it. People mobbed me on the streets, trying to get my autograph, or… other… things, and my only true solace was Michael.
"I told him I was thinking about quitting, and all he said was 'I see' and he quickly changed the subject. I could tell it bugged him, but then I didn't quite know how much. I started putting my things in order, canceling jobs and the like, trying to fade out peacefully.
"Michael, on the other hand, was attempting to sign me up for other jobs behind my back. Trying to keep me in. So we argued about it, then it was over. Then… then…"
I couldn't escape a sob at this point, and I broke down a little. I pressed my face into my hands. I felt Izzy put his hand on my shoulder and squeeze gently.
"Let it out Mimi, come on, you can do it."
"I found out he had been cheating on me for six months with another model, and I left in tears… and… and…"
"…and now he's back, right?"
"Yes…"
I collapsed on the table again, sobbing. I heard Izzy slide out of his side of the booth, and surprisingly, felt him sit next down next to me. His arm wrapped around me and started rocking me back and forth as he spoke.
"Shhh… It's okay Mimi, it's okay. Don't torture yourself like this. You're stronger than this, and you know it. Don't let him get to you."
I looked up at him.
"You mean that?"
"Of course. You're one of the strongest people I know. You can't let him get to you like this."
I smiled.
Thanks Izzy…
Izzy seemed to realize just how close he was to me at that moment. He let out an 'eep' noise and scurried back over to his side of the table. I giggled a little at the sight, then I sighed.
"It's just that he's always around, you know? He follows me everywhere. It's amazing that he hasn't shown up here yet."
"Well, there's something to be said for small miracles I suppose."
"Yeah. If only he could take a hint."
"A hint?"
I grimaced.
"I've told him, numerous times and in numerous ways, that I don't want to see him anymore, but he won't back down…"
"That's… boneheaded… of him."
"Yeah. What I need is something to throw him off. To really pound home the fact that I don't like him anymore…"
We sat in silence for several minutes, and finished the ice cream. Then it hit me.
That's perfect! I've got it!
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"Hmm…"
"What? You don't believe me or somethin'?"
"It's not that. I'm just considering the situation. Why wouldn't Daemon delete you…"
"Daemon? That was a SkullSatamon…"
"Which is Daemon's ultimate form, considering I deleted him a little more than two years ago."
"Oh… well, what now?"
"I don't know. That's the problem."
"Great. Just great."
"I suppose we should go see Azulongmon, see what he says about the situation."
Beezlemon suddenly drew his guns and attacked me, firing wildly. I raised the Gorgon to fend off the bullets, and dashed at him, only to be nailed in the side by… Behemoth?
When did that come back to life?
"Beezlemon, what do you think you're doing?"
"I don't know!"
"You don't know? Oh come on…"
I jumped out of the way of the rampaging motorcycle and raised my shield to deflect more bullets as he came at me.
"I really don't know! I can't control myself!"
What? He can't control himself?
"Oh, come on! What do you mean you can't control yourself?"
"I mean I have no control over the fact that I'm attacking you, you idiot! It's like someone else is jerking me around like a freakin' puppet!"
Puppet? No, it can't be… can it?
I did a back flip, causing Behemoth to crash into Beezlemon, sending them both to the ground temporarily. There came a high-pitched laugh to the side. Out walked something I never thought I'd live to see.
Puppetmon?
Today was going well.
That should have been my first clue.
A few weeks after I had moved in to Izzy's apartment, I got a job as a waitress in a small outdoor café. My coworkers were friendly, the atmosphere comforting, and the tips large. Not that it mattered, this job was for something to do, not because I needed money.
Which turned out to be a good thing.
My back was to the door, and I heard the door chime. I felt a chill rub down my spine, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I turned around.
"Hello, welcome to… Michael."
He beamed at me.
"Yes Mimi?"
Why can't he just leave me alone?
"What the heck do you want?"
'Heck' was not what I really wanted to say. He still had that foolish grin on his face.
"That's no way to talk to me, my sweet!"
My left eye developed a serious twitch.
"Get out."
He frowned a little before the smile came back.
Idiotic jackass.
"What time will you be joining me, love?"
I focused my glare even more than usual. I swear that the veins were literally popping out of my forehead.
"Don't call me that! And I'll join you when hell freezes over!!"
We were making a scene at this point, but I don't think either of us cared.
"Dearest, I just came in to have some lunch with you…"
"Well I don't want to have lunch with you!! I don't like you! Why can't you wrap your thick head around that!"
Some of the other waitresses were getting the manager. I didn't notice, and if I had, I still don't think I would have cared. Michael's flinched, but as always, a grin came back.
"You do love me Mimi, you just can't see it right now, while that other guy that you live with blinds your sight. One night out with me and you'll forget all about him… What do you say?"
"NO!"
"Ahem."
We turn to see the manager looking at us sternly. He turned to Michael.
"You. I don't know who you are, but leave before I call the police."
He turned back to me.
"And Mimi, I'm sorry, but you're fired. I can't keep you on, not after this display."
"Fine."
I tossed my apron down and stalked out. Only two steps behind me was Michael as I stepped onto the sidewalk, which was surprisingly empty. I grumbled a few things under my breath.
"Now, Mimi, where shall we go?"
"WHAT!"
"Well, your manager obviously believes we ought to be together, or he wouldn't have fired you to give you time off to be with me!"
I couldn't come up with anything to answer that. Well, I did come up with one thing, but it didn't have any words attached. I kicked him in the groin. Hard. Michael hit the pavement pretty fast.
"Never come near me again."
With that I ran off, back to the apartment. I seriously needed to vent my frustrations before I hurt someone besides Michael.
He deserves it after all…
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"Well, this should make for an interesting story. Talk."
"Well, I uh…"
"Now."
"Look, can we talk about this face to face? You're a little big…"
"No. How did you get here?"
I sighed.
Fine, if that's the way he wants to play it…
Digivolution…
Impmon Warp Digivolve to… Beezlemon!
Pineapple head jumped down and crouched into a battle position, but waited. I held up a hand.
"Easy. I just don't like feeling weaker than the other guy. I'll talk."
He nodded, and the dragon thing above him flew off.
"Then… talk."
"I was in the park, minding my own business…"
"Minding your own business?"
Sheesh, what is it with this guy? This new digivolution of his is a real hard-ass.
"Fine, I had stolen some food from this chick and was on the run. Happy?"
"Peachy."
"Then this portal opens up behind me and a hand grabs me…"
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"Owww! Leggo you dirty little pig! I'll kick your ass!"
"You? I doubt it."
I turned to see a SkullSatamon. A really big SkullSatamon.
Crap.
The thing glared down at me. It turned and launched its staff at an unoffending wall.
"DAMN IT!!"
It turned back at me, glare on full force.
"Do you have any idea what you've messed up? I could have been the most powerful digimon in history! But no! You had to come along and get in the way! You're trash! You're worse than trash! I should delete you this instant!"
Great…
I gathered energy for digivolution, beginning to glow…
"Impmon…"
"NAIL BONE!"
The attack slammed into me, and I couldn't move for the life of me.
Great. So this is how it happens. Taken out by an insane SkullSatamon. If I'm reformatted, I'll never live this down…
"But I won't. Delete you, that is. I have too many other things to do today to waste my energy on that. Goodbye, little trash heap."
Then, another portal opened underneath me, and I dropped through. I could hear him speaking as I sank.
"Great. It'll be months before I can open a portal there again…"
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The door slammed closed.
Oh boy.
I called out a little hesitantly.
"Mimi, are you okay?"
"NO!"
This is bad…
I powered down the computer and stepped into the main room. This was something that I was going to have to deal with if I was going to get any peace. Mimi was bent over, and had her head in the freezer in the kitchen area.
Wow, she's got a nice butt… STOP! You're supposed to be comforting her, not fantasizing about her Izumi!
"Mimi, what's wrong?"
"Men are jerks, that's what's wrong!"
"Mimi?"
She sighed and collapsed at the counter that separated the two areas.
"I'm sorry Izzy, it's not you, really."
"Mimi, what's wrong? You've been mad constantly lately. Let me help, I'm your friend. If you can't tell me, maybe you can tell Sora or someone, but you really need to stop bottling this up…"
She smiled a little.
"Yeah, maybe. Do we have any ice cream Izzy?"
"You murdered the last carton yesterday."
"Ugh."
Worth a shot…
"Well, we could go get some… my treat…"
She smiled then, an actual smile.
"Thanks Izzy. That sounds good."
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~Months Previous~
"Hey Joe!"
"We've got a new member to our study group!"
"Hmmm?"
I glanced up from my medical text to see a brown-haired young woman. She was wearing a weak, shy smile that invoked a protective instinct. Her hair was drawn in a bun, bringing it away from the large round glasses that were over her green eyes. She was wearing a loose yellow sweater and a long gray skirt. She gave a short bow.
"Hello. My name is Carmela Shultz. I apologize for intruding."
I lost my voice for a second, but quickly found it.
"No, not at all. I'm Joe Kido. Please, sit down."
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I smiled remembering our first meeting. I glanced next to me at the sunlight reflecting off her face as we walked in a comfortable silence. There was no need to fill the space with idle chatter. We stopped at a stream in the center of the park and watched some small fish go by. I smiled remembering Gomamon talking to the fish when we were here last. I decided to speak.
"This is fun. We should do it more often…"
She smiled and rested her hand on mine, giving it a little squeeze.
"We should, but I can hardly ever pry you away from the text books."
"I know, but we have a test coming up…"
"Joe, sweetheart, we always have a test coming up. It's what it means to study medicine."
"I know. It's why I always study so hard."
She sighed.
"Yes, but there is such a thing as studying too hard. I'm a little afraid you'll burn yourself out."
"I know, but high-stress situations defined a lot of my younger years. I'm a little used to it."
She smiled a little.
"Oh? You don't talk about your past a lot Joe. What happened?"
"Oh, I got lost for a while at summer camp with some other kids for a few days. It was that time it started snowing."
She smiled.
"You got lost then?"
I chuckled.
"Yeah, we became really good friends, despite my constant allergies and my complaining…"
The conversation turned to other things then, and I gave an inward sigh of relief. It wasn't that I didn't trust Carmela, but she was a little… realistic. I don't know how else to describe it. She just seemed so grounded in the here and now that I'm not sure how she would take knowing that my closest confidante other than her is a talking digital sea monster.
Gomamon hid when she came over, and stayed hidden no matter what happened. He said he was impressed that something besides my schoolwork had finally captured my attention, and he wanted to see how long I could keep it up.
We talked and walked a while longer, before heading back to my apartment for some food while we hit the books again.
Thanks for keeping out of sight Gomamon.
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Twenty minutes later Izzy and I were sitting in an ice cream parlor. He was eating chocolate, and I had strawberry.
Should I tell him?
What will he do? What will change?
I have to. He deserves that much at least…
"Izzy, about what's been happening lately…"
He put his spoon down and focused on me. His voice was soft and gentle.
"Yes?"
"We really need to talk about it. The truth is, Michael's shown up."
Izzy raised an eyebrow.
"Is Michael a problem?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Today he got me fired."
"Wow. Okay, that covers today, but…"
"…what about the rest of it?"
"Yeah."
"The truth is that I came back here to Japan to escape him more than anything else. Not that I didn't miss you guys, but he made the 'now' piece more important."
"What did he do?"
I sighed. This was still a hard story to tell, even to Izzy.
"Modeling was good at first, you know? Clothes, makeup, professional hair stylists, the whole bit. The work wasn't that stressful and the pay was really good…"
I trailed off, but Izzy prompted me.
"But…"
"But I got bored with it, and then frustrated with it. People mobbed me on the streets, trying to get my autograph, or… other… things, and my only true solace was Michael.
"I told him I was thinking about quitting, and all he said was 'I see' and he quickly changed the subject. I could tell it bugged him, but then I didn't quite know how much. I started putting my things in order, canceling jobs and the like, trying to fade out peacefully.
"Michael, on the other hand, was attempting to sign me up for other jobs behind my back. Trying to keep me in. So we argued about it, then it was over. Then… then…"
I couldn't escape a sob at this point, and I broke down a little. I pressed my face into my hands. I felt Izzy put his hand on my shoulder and squeeze gently.
"Let it out Mimi, come on, you can do it."
"I found out he had been cheating on me for six months with another model, and I left in tears… and… and…"
"…and now he's back, right?"
"Yes…"
I collapsed on the table again, sobbing. I heard Izzy slide out of his side of the booth, and surprisingly, felt him sit next down next to me. His arm wrapped around me and started rocking me back and forth as he spoke.
"Shhh… It's okay Mimi, it's okay. Don't torture yourself like this. You're stronger than this, and you know it. Don't let him get to you."
I looked up at him.
"You mean that?"
"Of course. You're one of the strongest people I know. You can't let him get to you like this."
I smiled.
Thanks Izzy…
Izzy seemed to realize just how close he was to me at that moment. He let out an 'eep' noise and scurried back over to his side of the table. I giggled a little at the sight, then I sighed.
"It's just that he's always around, you know? He follows me everywhere. It's amazing that he hasn't shown up here yet."
"Well, there's something to be said for small miracles I suppose."
"Yeah. If only he could take a hint."
"A hint?"
I grimaced.
"I've told him, numerous times and in numerous ways, that I don't want to see him anymore, but he won't back down…"
"That's… boneheaded… of him."
"Yeah. What I need is something to throw him off. To really pound home the fact that I don't like him anymore…"
We sat in silence for several minutes, and finished the ice cream. Then it hit me.
That's perfect! I've got it!
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"Hmm…"
"What? You don't believe me or somethin'?"
"It's not that. I'm just considering the situation. Why wouldn't Daemon delete you…"
"Daemon? That was a SkullSatamon…"
"Which is Daemon's ultimate form, considering I deleted him a little more than two years ago."
"Oh… well, what now?"
"I don't know. That's the problem."
"Great. Just great."
"I suppose we should go see Azulongmon, see what he says about the situation."
Beezlemon suddenly drew his guns and attacked me, firing wildly. I raised the Gorgon to fend off the bullets, and dashed at him, only to be nailed in the side by… Behemoth?
When did that come back to life?
"Beezlemon, what do you think you're doing?"
"I don't know!"
"You don't know? Oh come on…"
I jumped out of the way of the rampaging motorcycle and raised my shield to deflect more bullets as he came at me.
"I really don't know! I can't control myself!"
What? He can't control himself?
"Oh, come on! What do you mean you can't control yourself?"
"I mean I have no control over the fact that I'm attacking you, you idiot! It's like someone else is jerking me around like a freakin' puppet!"
Puppet? No, it can't be… can it?
I did a back flip, causing Behemoth to crash into Beezlemon, sending them both to the ground temporarily. There came a high-pitched laugh to the side. Out walked something I never thought I'd live to see.
Puppetmon?