Disclaimer : I don't own Digimon and its characters. Bandai© owns them. I adapted 'My Tutor Friend' from a Korean movie.
Chapter Three : Tutoring Dilemmas
Three months.
For only three months, Mimi and Yamato should get along in order for Yamato to pass highschool for Pete's sake!
"Ma!" Mimi burst inside the gate of their house.
Her mother looked at her.
"Do I have to do it? I mean, the guy's such a crap!" she asked.
Her mother chopped the undressed chicken firmly before giving Mimi a solid look in her eyes.
Gulp.
"Fine!" she said and stormed inside the house.
"Mimi! You have to deliver three boxes of chicken to Mr. Yamamoto tonight, okay?" her mother reminded her.
Since her dad's too weak to cook, he just raises the chicken and her mom cooks it. She delivers the chicken to the buyers.
As Yamato was eating in the canteen, Davis and Ken watched him.
"So, did you beat Tai up?" Ken asked eagerly.
Yamato just kept on eating.
Suddenly, Miyako appeared with her friends.
She sat beside Yamato.
"You must be Yamato Ishida…I'm Miyako Inoue," she said.
Yamato looked at her and then looked back at his food, still chewing.
"You know, I really like you," she said.
Davis and Ken looked at each other, their faces in awe.
"Hey, Inoue!" Taichi shouted. "Get out from there, I'm going to settle things with this guy!"
Taichi shoved Miyako off the chair.
"You!" Taichi said. "You feel like the boss of the Seniors here, eh? Well, you have to go pass through me first!"
Yamato just kept on chewing.
"Speak up!" Taichi challenged. "Afraid?"
Yamato intentionally spill his face with a teaspoon of soup from his bowl.
Taichi's gang gasped so did Miyako's friends.
"Oh sorry," Yamato said, getting the bread bun from his plate and wiping it on his face.
"Why you!" Taichi tried to punch him but his friends held him back.
Yamato exited the canteen.
"My dream guy," Miyako said.
Mimi checked item #3 from Yamato's test exercises (which are made by her).
"It's as if the moon jumped over the sun…good," Mimi remarked. "We use as if, like and as when we compare things using similes and metaphors."
She looked up at him.
She's in her usual place, on the floor, seated at the other side of the center table where they hold their classes while Yamato is lying in his sofa, playing 'Snake' in his mobile phone.
"Will you give me an example of each?" Mimi asked.
"As ugly as Mimi Tachikawa."
"Ugly like Mimi Tachikawa."
"As if as ugly as Mimi Tachikawa."
As he was saying his examples, his attention is still focused on his mobile phone.
Mimi sighed and smiled softly. "Excellent. Those were good examples."
Yamato slowly tilted his head to stare at her.
"Feeling good? Why are you smiling? Wanna die?" he asked.
She looked up.
"It's good to smile once in a while," Mimi said, maintaining her poise.
"For pretty girls, that is," Yamato said, getting out of his sofa and proceeding to his wardrobe.
Mimi bit her lip, her eyes glaring secretly.
Yamato walked to his bathroom.
"Hey!" Mimi shouted. "Where are you going? We have classes going on!"
The bathroom door slid open and then closed afterwards.
Mimi shook her head and continued checking Yamato's exercises.
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone filled the room.
She dug on her pockets but when she saw Yamato's phone blinking she realized it wasn't hers.
She was about to answer it but she hesitated.
But the noise is irritating her!
"Yes, hello?"
"Hello?" a girl from the other line said.
"Hello?" Mimi repeated.
"Who's this!" the girl outraged. "Who are you to answer Yamato's call!"
"I'm his tutor for your information," she said sarcastically.
"So what? Give the phone to him!"
"I'm sorry but he's in the bathroom, just leave a message."
"Give the phone to him I said!"
"Lower your voice, damn it!"
"Shit!" the girl cursed and hung up.
The bathroom door slid open.
"Why are you holding my phone?" Yamato asked.
Mimi turned to see him on his towel again.
"Dress up will you!" she said, turning around again.
Yamato snatched the phone from her and wore his clothes.
Mimi sat back to her usual seat.
"Why do you want to be tutored anyway?" she asked, not looking at him.
"You think I want to? It's because my old dad wants me to finish highschool," he replied.
"That's it?" Mimi asked.
"If I don't get good grades, he would cancel my credit cards---which happens to me a lot of times," he said.
Yamato proceeded to his window and opened the fire escape.
"Where are you going!" Mimi asked.
"It's none of your business, just go home, here's the Y700," he said, throwing the Japanese money to her.
She picked them up. "But our classes aren't finished, stupid!"
"I don't care, you're getting paid anyway!"
Mimi threw the money she just picked up.
"I thought that getting paid was enough," she said, collecting her things. "But I'm done selling my pride!"
"What's your problem? Gone crazy?" he asked, preparing to climb out of his window.
"I know that we're the same age! But I demand respect from you! I'm done here!"
She stormed out of his room.
When she has walked one street away from the mansion, a bunch of highschool girls blocked her way.
"Are you the btch who answered the phone?" the girl with long purple hair asked, her arms crossed.
The rest of the girls circled around her.
"Y-yeah," she said, still appearing casual.
"Are you flirting with Yamato? If I learned that you were then you're dead meat!" she warned.
"I'm just her tutor," she said.
"So you're in College? Why do you look tacky?" Miyako said noticing her clothes.
"Why are you talking to me like that? I'm older!"
Suddenly, a friend of Miyako pushed her.
"So what?"
Mimi looked at them in awe.
"Don't you have any older sisters!" she asked.
Mimi threw her bag and prepared for some trouble ahead.
"You should've appeared more firm to your tutee," Sora, her College classmate, said the next day.
Mimi's other cheek was plastered in a small bandage. The highschool girls she just encountered last night were way too stronger than her.
"I tried to," Mimi said.
"Guys like that are hypocrites!" Izumi, a friend of hers, said. "They just act like that so people wouldn't think that they're weak."
"You should drill him hard questions and when he can't answer it, say 'You don't even know this?'" Sora said.
Mimi thought for awhile.
Mimi stood in front of the Ishida mansion.
She stared up at the mansion and realized that it was really big.
A sound of a motorcycle could be heard.
Yamato passed by Mimi and stopped in front of the garage.
Yamato and Mimi locked eyes and then slowly looked away from each other.
The garage door opened and he went inside.
Mimi followed in.
"I thought you're giving up on me," Yamato said with a smirk.
Mimi sat up straight, sighed and looked at him.
"I wouldn't give up something I started," she said firmly.
"I've had several tutors before you and they were the ones who quitted first," Yamato said, still wearing a smirk on his face.
Mimi prepared the textbooks on the table.
"I thought you would only last for less than a month but here you are in front of me. This is fun," Yamato said.
"I would only stop tutoring you if you're the first one to quit," she said.
"Me? Quit? Shut up," he said, lighting a cigarette and popping it into his mouth.
He blew some smoke and it irritated Mimi.
He leaned on the center table, his elbows resting on it.
Mimi gave him a glare, her teeth clenching.
She snatched the cigarette and put out its light by using the ashtray.
"What are you doing?" Yamato said.
"No smoking!" Mimi demanded.
Yamato rolled his eyes.
"Let's study adverbs," she announced.
Suddenly a phone rang.
"Turn your cellphone off," Mimi said.
"It's yours," Yamato said.
Mimi answered her call.
"Hello, this is Mimi," Mimi said.
A smile crept upon Mimi's lips.
"Michael!"
a/n : So what can you say about this chapter? I watched 'My Tutor Friend' in my dvd and realized that I revised lots of scenes in the 1st and 2nd chapter…watch out for chapter four! R&R!