La Vie en Rose
Written by artstar (a.k.a. evilxeclectic)
Ahh.. This story will be my masterpiece! snorts This story came to me while watching the french-imported movie, "Love Me If You Dare", a fantastic movie, and the song "La Vie en Rose", a fantastic song. If you're wondering, La Vie en Rose means The Life in Rose in french. Anyways, this story is going to be a Mimato story psshhtt.. duh.. It's A/U, and it includes season 1 and 2 characters. Don't like, I'm sorry. There are other stories to read, so read them. I also used a few japanese words. I'm half japanese (father's side) and half Filipino, and I already know Filipino so I'm trying to practice my Japanese heritage.
Anyways, inspired by the movie "Love Me If You Dare" and the song "La Vie en Rose", I present.. erm, La Vie En Rose!
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon, the movie Love Me If You Dare, or the song La Vie en Rose. I wish I did, though.
Part One; Ready
It was the most fun, wildest, craziest, brightest and best moment, ever. I never laughed and smiled so much in my life. I never loved the rain so much, either. The feel of having the cold drops pitter-patter on my face, the feel of letting my toes digging deep into the wet, muddy soil, the feeling of being with the one you've yearn, cared and loved for so long. That night - no, that moment - I felt the happiest I've ever been.
It started with a fist, divorced parents, and a pretty brown-haired girl, about 7 years ago, when I was 11. It was October 26th, and my dad and I just moved into our new apartment in Odaiba. It was my first day of school, and I was in a bit of a bad mood. Then again, I always was in a bad mood, back then.
Just 2 years before then, I was just fine. I was living in a nice house, had a nice group of friends, and was surrounded by my nice, happy family. My father, my mother, my brother, and I; one happy family. My mother was a columnist in our local newspaper, and she would usually write great articles that would hit the front page. My father worked for the channel 6 news crew, who, with the helpful tips from my mother, would never fail to bring the news to the local residents. My brother Takeru, who was about 3 years younger than me, was just like any other younger brother: cute and lovable, yet annoying at times. But it was one of the many small quirks of my family. My complete, happy family. The Ishida family.
Then, it just fell apart. Just fell apart.
My dad began to work later shifts, and my mom, my brother, and I barely saw him. My mom got pretty steamed about that, and I remember hearing the arguments late at night, around 4 or 5, between my parents.
"Is you're job so much more important than your family? We barely see you anymore!"
"Oh, drop it will you? I'm the one providing the food on our table!"
"Is that so? I mean, when was the last time we had a full, family dinner? Half a year ago, perhaps?"
"Cut the crap! I'm sick of your complaining! Complaining over nothing!"
"Sick of me, huh? I'll just take myself out of the picture, then, one day!"
"You just go ahead!"
Continuous arguments. Every night. For almost a year. I remember hearing them threaten each other, telling each other that they'll leave. I never thought it'd happen. I just told me self it was just natural, that it happened in all families. It's normal, I told myself as I would cradle myself to sleep. Boy, was I ever wrong.
The night my mom took Takeru and left, it was raining. Hard. It almost sounded like hail. I watched my mother scramble through the house, picking up possessions, packing them away. Takeru and I would just watch her, bewildered. I asked where we were going, but mother would sadly reply, "Not we, Yamato-kun. Not we." Wow, those words were a knife to the heart. Well, not then, seeing as how I never understood what she was saying back then. I get it now though.
It was 11:37 p.m., and my father wasn't home yet. All my mother's and Takeru's things were in boxes inside my mother's car. I watched from our front door as my mother carried Takeru from my bed to the passenger seat and buckled him in. She walked up to me and hugged me tightly. She kissed me twelve times, and smiled weakly. "Stay put," she said. "Just wait until your daddy comes home, Yamato. You'll be fine."
Then they left, into the night. As my mother's car turned the corner, I quietly turned back into the house and quietly closed the door, quietly turn off all the lights, quietly crept up to my room, quietly tucked myself into my bed, and quietly wept myself to sleep.
My life went downhill from there. My father got demoted from his position at his job, and was now just one of the executive's lackies. We had to keep moving from place to place, each one cheaper and more miserable than the last. I grew bitter and brood, and I resented my father. My mother would allow me to visit her and Takeru in their new, big, happy home, and I'd always lie when they'd ask me how I was. "Great!" I told them. "Absolutely fantastic!" Actually, back then, I scarcely remember the last time I've been "great" or "absolutely fantastic". I lost my home, my friends, and my family. I felt as though I had to start from scratch, all by myself. Ah, what a fucking life, eh?
It was the 7th time we moved. October 26th. School. Stupid, stupid school. I recall walking to school, my hands stuffed into my pockets, my bag slung around my back. Just my fucking luck. I thought to myself. Another school, another bunch of fake, loser friends. Why don't I just fall off the damn planet and die? I began to see groups and groups of kids walking towards the same direction I was going. My guess was, they went to the same school as me. I smirked. What a silly bunch of kids! There was this one guy with big brown eyes, and big brown hair with a pair of goggles slung around his head, dribbling a ball like an idiot while talking to some girl. This girl had ginger hair, and was wearing some silly blue helmet. I turned my attention to another group of kids. One kid had a laptop strapped to his backpack, his red hair sticking straight up from his head. He was with some tall poindexter with weird glasses and blue hair. Talk about a crazy bunch, huh! I began to laugh to myself, when-
"Hey, watch it, foreigner!" a monotone voice growled behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to see a brood, pig-like boy with blonde curls staring me down, a hand clutching a bag of chips. "I said MOVE, new kid!" My eyes narrowed. Who was this kid anyways?
"What if I don't want to?" I asked calmly, as I smirked. The chubby kid didn't really like my comment.
"Then, I take care of vermin like you!" he snapped. He slowly took off his jacket and threw it at the tall, stringy boy behind him. "Hold this!" he barked at him, both his fists now raised. "Lets go, faggot!"
I sighed. This guy was gonna be a piece of cake-
Suddenly, two boys grabbed each of my arms. "N-Nani!" I cried, as I tried to struggle free. "Get off of me!" The boys began to laugh, gripping my arms tight. I noticed a crowd gathering. "
"Finish him off, Tohru!" One of the boys said. The fat boy cracked his knuckles. "My pleasure." He said, and then everything went black.
When I awoken, the crowd was gone. My bag was torn open, my books and supplies spilled across the sidewalk, some stepped on. I gently touched my cheek when the fat boy's fist collided. My cheek was probably swollen, without a doubt. I winced at the pain. I laid back down and placed my hands behind my head. I knew I was going to hate going to school here. Everyone probably saw me as "The Kid Who Got His Ass Kicked the First Day of School". I heaved a great sigh.
"Oh no! I'm late, I'm late, I am SO LATE!"
The small voice rattled my ear. I sat up and turned to see a faint, distant figure running towards me, clutching a bag.
"I'm late! Stupid alarmclock!"
It was a girl. She had long, chestnut brown hair cascading below her shoulders, and big, brown eyes. Wow, she sure was pretty! She finally spotted me, and came to a halt. She rose an eyebrow and said, "Daijoubu?"
I blinked twice. "H-hai, genki desu.. (Yes, I'm fine.)" She frowned. "Your cheek is all red! And all your things are on the ground.. May I guess that you are new at school?"
My eyebrows rose. "Yeah," I said. "How'd you figure that out?"
She smiled. "Tohru does this to all new kids. I'm sorry if he's troubling you." She offered her hand and helped me to my feet. She gave a smile that could melt butter. "Don't worry," she explained. "He won't be doing this much longer. He'll find another victim by Wednesday."
That moment, she turned and began to walk away, her shoes untied and all. Like a fool, I stood there, my gazed fixed upon her. It was the way she walked that got my attention; the way she had a little hop to her walk.
She turned to me and smiled. "You are coming as well, ne?" I nodded fidgety, grabbed the remains of my bag and supplies and dashed to her side. She giggled, and continued walking, hopping away.
"I hope Tohru didn't cause you a lot of trouble." she told me. I nodded. "No, no," I said. "I just moved here, and I was sure I'd meet people like him."
She looked at me with big eyes. "Sou desu ka? (Is that so?)" she said kindly, although a hint of boredom and sarcasm was tugging at her voice. "Well, I hope you enjoy our school. My name is Tachikawa Mimi, dozo yoroshku. (Nice to meet you.)" My face was a touch pink. "Ishida Yamato. Who is your teacher? Mine is.. ano, Tanaka-sensei." She laughed. "Good luck! He's hard!" Her laugh died down. "I have Aso-sensei. She's not much better." We laughed.
When we got to school it was nearly 10:00. We spent so much time on talking and laughing that we had forgotten the time and ran late. I remember sadly departing from Mimi that day, and entering reality once again. I made good friends as well. Soccer-big-haired-boy, Yagami Taichi, ended up to be one of my best friends, Helmet Girl, Takenouchi Sora would later become my ex-girlfriend and Taichi's current girlfriend, Laptop-redhead would become a good friend and tutor, named Izumi Koushiro, and Mr. Asthma-Suspenders turned out to also be a good friend, and the guy who drives me everywhere. As for Miss Tachikawa, we grew to become best friends. I never remembered having such great friends like these ones. I remember sitting in any random, empty classroom with them during lunch, talking from the latest anime shows to cooties, then from Ayumi Hamasaki to field trips, then finally, from boys and girls and crushes and couples to bands and make-up and video games and fashion. Growing up came to us quickly, and growing up with them was filled with many memories and laughs and tears.
When Mimi turned 15, she went away.