Disclaimer : I don't own Digimon and its characters. Bandai© owns them. I adapted 'My Tutor Friend' from a Korean movie.
Chapter Four : Almost Friends
"Michael!"
Yamato looked up.
Mimi's smile looked really happy.
"This Sunday?" Mimi said. "Really?"
Yamato snatched a piece of paper and scribbled his pen through it roughly. It caused an unpleasant sound that is enough to irritate somebody but Mimi was too excited to talk to Michael.
"Yes, Sora and I will be there," she said, her face glowing.
Yamato stopped scribbling and slammed the pen instead.
"Okay, bye," Mimi said.
Upon hanging up, Mimi sighed and smiled.
Yamato gave her a perplexed look.
"What?" Mimi asked.
"I can't believe that a guy called you," Yamato frankly said. "I was shocked."
"Hey, hey watch it!" Mimi said. "Michael is way different from you! He's smart and a gentleman."
Yamato raised his brow and laughed.
"Yeah right," he said, rolling his eyes.
A cellphone rang again.
Mimi looked at her cellphone expecting for another call when Yamato hit her head with a pen.
"It's mine," Yamato said.
Mimi glared at her. "So why do you have to hit me?"
"Hello?" Yamato answered.
Mimi browsed the textbook to look for some new exercises.
"Speak slowly and clearly so that I can understand you," Yamato told the caller.
All of a sudden, Yamato's brows knitted.
"You can't go!" Mimi said.
She raised both her arms horizontally as she stood before Yamato who's preparing to drive away with his motorcycle.
"Get out of there, it's an emergency!"
"No! I promised myself to be a firm tutor!"
"You can do it next time! It's serious, get out of there!" Yamato scolded her.
She stood firmly on the ground but Yamato started the engine more loudly this time. When the motorcycle's wheels started to move, Mimi feared for her life and stepped aside.
But then, she was able to get hold of the hook at the back end of Yamato's motorcycle.
"Let go!" Yamato said.
Blinding headlights appeared from the corner of the street.
The luxurious car stopped and Mr. Ishida got out from the passenger's seat.
Yamato stopped the engine while Mimi let go of her grip on the motorcycle's hook.
"What's happening here?" Mr. Ishida asked.
Yamato opened his mouth to reason out but then it turned into a reassuring smile.
"I was going to buy a new textbook for our tutorial review," Yamato said.
"But Ms. Tachikawa can buy it herself," Mr. Ishida replied.
"She---She doesn't know the bus to the bookstore," Yamato defended.
Mr. Ishida turned to Mimi.
"Well, y-yeah, he said he'll accompany me to the bookstore," Mimi said smiling.
Yamato was a bit shocked. Did she actually agree with him?
"Okay then," Mr. Ishida said and went back inside the car.
Miyako tapped her foot endlessly, waiting for Yamato to come.
She kept on biting her nails frantically, walking back and forth.
Suddenly, a sound of a motorcycle could be heard.
Her face lit up.
Behind Yamato was Mimi, who was holding on to him tightly.
Yamato parked in front of the old apartment.
"What is that girl doing here!" Miyako asked.
Mimi just gave her a stern look.
"Never mind, where did they bring Davis and Ken?" Yamato asked Miyako.
"On this apartment's rooftop," Miyako said.
Yamato proceeded to the staircase and hurriedly went upstairs.
Taichi's gang tied up Davis and Ken.
"You two!" Taichi said. "What did you see in that Yamato Ishida? He's nothing without money, do you know that?"
His gang smirked at the two victims.
Davis and Ken gave them a glare.
"Yamato Ishida is a big jerk! He fell two grades behind!" Taichi announced.
"What?" Yamato asked, his arms crossed.
"So you mean, Yamato's in a fight? Then why did you let him go up there!" Mimi outraged.
Miyako looked at her tiredly.
"Will you stop acting like his mother?"
Mimi closed her eyes and shook her head.
"As far as I know, you like him, right? Then why aren't you worrying?" Mimi asked in disbelief.
Miyako put her hands on her hips.
"If you're worried about him that much then go upstairs and stop him," she said sarcastically.
Mimi pursed her lips. Her eyes determined.
She proceeded to the staircase and went upstairs.
YIIIAH!
POW!
BAM!
Yamato kicked Taichi's stomach and gave the others some good punches.
As Mimi arrived upstairs, she gasped for breath.
She looked up and was almost horrified.
A highschool riot!
When the other guys were knocked down, Yamato turned to see Mimi watching in shock.
He smirked and winked at her.
She looked stunned and rolled her eyes.
"He's a bad guy, Izumi!" Mimi confided. "He's not just a hypocrite!"
Izumi looked at his friend.
"I know it's your first time to see an action-packed scenario but…get yourself together!" Izumi said.
Then she turned to Sora.
"Oh my god, my life's at stake!" Mimi overreacted.
"Just stay cool. Michael's coming back this Sunday so just stay cool, okay?" Sora said.
Mimi used her delivery motorcycle to go to the Ishida's mansion.
Upon parking, she turned.
"Oops!" she jerked backwards. She was a few inches away from the Ishida family's car.
The passenger's seat's window slid down.
"Ma'am, are you going somewhere?" Mimi asked.
"Yes, in a party. By the way, Yamato is the only one home," Mrs. Ishida informed.
Mimi's heart raced.
She looked frightened.
"Stop looking like that, my son's not that kind of guy," Mrs. Ishida said, misinterpreting her.
"But that's not it---you see, your son's---"
"No 'buts'. I'm going, teach him well," Mrs. Ishida said and drove away.
Mimi looked around the bedroom but her eyes are evading Yamato's confused stare at her.
"What's the problem?" Yamato asked.
Mimi smiled weakly. "What was I going to teach you? I forgot."
"Verbs, I think," Yamato said.
Mimi gulped. She has to find a way to escape this session.
"I think verbs are way too hard to discuss right now," she said, laughing nervously.
"How about adjectives?" Yamato proposed.
"Adjectives are too broad---"
"WHAT's the matter?" Yamato asked, his other brow, raised up.
She shook her head slowly. Obviously, she's afraid.
"Were you surprised to see me in a fight the other night?"
Mimi fell silent. Her mind is so absent. Who wouldn't be this scared if you knew that you're going to spend the whole afternoon with a riot-loving, brain-smashing two-time highschool repeater?
"Hey!" Yamato snapped.
"I-I'm sorry…I was just…" Mimi trailed off.
A cellphone rang.
Mimi knew it was his since she forgot to bring hers out of too much nervousness.
"Hello? Oh it's you," Yamato said. "So, you're challenging me again? Where? In the billiard house? Call, I'll be there!"
Mimi shook her head.
Here we go again.
He opened his window and climbed out of it to use the fire exit.
"Hey!" Yamato said before disappearing.
"Yes?"
"Don't leave, you haven't tutored me yet," he said.
Mimi sat still.
Why was she waiting for him? She could leave anytime she wants but here she is waiting for him.
She sighed.
Yamato's window slid open.
He was back.
He managed to climb in but he can't get in.
Blood? His face is full of blood.
"Hey!" Mimi blurted out. She helped him in but because he was heavier, he fell on top of her.
Mimi pushed him away in surprise.
She looked at her hands.
"AAAH! Blood! Lots of blood!" she screamed.
Yamato covered her mouth.
"Don't…scream…just get the bandage over there…my body hurts…and I feel sick whenever I smell or see blood," Yamato managed to say. He was badly beaten up.
Mimi nodded and pointed at his hand, telling him to remove it from her mouth.
Slowly, Mimi applied some medicine on his wounds and carefully plastered them with bandages.
Yamato slowly leaned in to smell her hair, his eyes closed.
Both of them were silent.
Yamato hated blood---he feels sick whenever he smells blood.
When Mimi was done, she looked up at him.
"What shampoo do you use?" he asked, his eyes still closed because of the stinging pain that his wounds gave him.
"It's nothing compared to a rich girl's shampoo," Mimi said. "What happened to you anyway?"
"Taichi Yagami's gang wanted to revenge…I can't turn back," he said.
A police car's siren could be heard from outside the mansion.
a/n : Chapter Four up! I was planning to end the story in Chapter Nine…so please R&R…watch out, people!