dienny04
Disclaimer: Digimon© and its characters are not mine. They all belong to their rightful owners and is copyrighted to BandaiTM. So please don't sue me.
Act One: Let's Begin
Two years later…
"Mommy!" shrieked a two-year-old boy as he ran towards his parents' bedroom.
Mimi sat up on their bed, expecting the door to open anytime soon.
As soon as the door did open, a boy with blue eyes and short blonde hair jumped on the bed, hugging Mimi as he buried his head on her chest.
"Booger monster!" he said.
Yamato burst into laughter.
Mimi rolled her eyes.
"Honey, it's boogey monster," she corrected. "But anyway, there are no such things."
The boy looked up at her. "Weally?"
Yamato leaned over, putting a hand over his head. "Yup, there's no monster, Sato."
"But I saw! I saw!" he protested.
Mimi sighed, putting him between the two of them. "It's like…the third night in the row."
Yamato stared down at Sato. "Just believe in mommy and daddy, okay?"
In a span of two years, lots of changes occurred. Yamato gave up playing with the band and offered to their songs. He's also a part-time Music teacher in high school.
Mimi gave up her career on TV and asked support from the TV station she left for her to be able to build her own pastry shop.
As young parents, they were able to start the family they have been discussing two years ago.
Sato nodded, dozing off in a quick moment.
Mimi looked over at Yamato. "Wow, you mellowed him down."
"I used to be afraid of the 'under-the-bed' monster too," he said.
Mimi laughed, leaning over to plant a soft peck on his lips. "So what's the name of your monster?"
Yamato thought, then he looked over at her. "I remember the name was Mimi."
Mimi childishly scowled at him. "Whatever."
As Yamato parked the car in front of Sugar Princess, Mimi removed her seatbelt.
She looked over the rearview mirror to check up on Sato. "Sato, remove your seatbelt."
Mimi gathered her purse and gave Yamato a kiss.
As she was about to pull off, Yamato grabbed her, pressing his lips deeper than the pecks Mimi usually gave him.
As soon as he broke off, she smirked at him. "You could at least wait for tonight."
He laughed. "Yeah, I should've."
He leaned over the passenger's seat, giving Sato a kiss on his forehead. "Promise me that you'll behave, kiddo."
Sato nodded.
"Hey, don't forget about the groceries," Mimi reminded him.
"Can't you really do it?" Yamato asked after groaning.
"Your teaching job is just part-time," she said. "That means you'll be out of school by half day. Me? I have to train new employees. Okay?"
He sighed. "Fine."
Mimi stepped out of the car.
She opened the door for her son.
As soon as Sato stepped out, he readily clutched on his mom's leg.
Mimi waved at Yamato then she looked down at Sato. "Say goodbye to daddy, Sato."
He waved his small hand at his dad. "Bye, daddy."
Yamato smiled, waving back at him.
Then he zoomed off.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Ishida-sensei," Class 1-C greeted.
"Good morning, you may take your seats," Yamato said, a clipboard in his arm.
He stood comfortably in front of his class, looking at every student.
"Today, we need to go to the Music Room," he announced. "Since lecturing you about playing the drums is not enough, I guess letting you play it yourselves is better."
The class cheered, some buzzes could be heard.
"Let's go," he said as he made his way to door, motioning them to follow him.
Some of Mimi's employees are older than her. It was not a big problem since she wanted to meet other people who had different experiences throughout their career.
In fact, her older employees help her hire younger employees---whether they're capable of being a part of Sugar Princess or not.
As she was instructing a younger employee in the kitchen, Kumiko-san, an older trustworthy employee, called her from the counter.
"Yes?" Mimi asked, looking up at her.
"Yamato's brother is looking for you," she replied.
Mimi excused herself from the employee she was teaching and made her way out of the kitchen.
She found Sato already playing with Takeru.
He was crouching in front of Sato, as if to level his height to his. Even Kari was there. She was laughing at the two, looking down at the two as she stood up.
What surprised her was when she found a man sitting on the round table near Kari, TK and Sato.
"Taichi?" Mimi spoke.
Taichi looked up---so did Kari and TK.
"Hi, princess," he greeted, lifting his shades.
Mimi grinned, walking towards them.
"Kari, you didn't tell me your brother came home from New York," Mimi said, turning to Kari.
"Well, he didn't want to tell anybody," she replied.
Once Taichi has graduated, he flew to New York after he was given a chance to work with his uncle and train to be a businessman. True enough, life in New York was fast-paced and it took him a long time to adjust.
"Hey, did you see my parents in New York?" she asked.
"I sure did," he said. "They wanted to go back to Japan and see your son again."
The last time her parents saw Sato was last Christmas---which is five months ago. After marrying Yamato, her relationship with her parents grew fonder, knowing that Mimi did the right decision of tying the knot and not just living in with him.
They were also happy about Mimi's pastry shop, which is now running for a year. Her parents were impressed when Yamato left the band and decided to just compose for them and teach.
Taichi turned to Sato.
"That kiddo sure looks more like Matt," he commented.
Mimi laughed. "You noticed?"
He stood from his seat and crouched next to Takeru, also in front of Sato.
He flashed Sato a wide grin, as if to make a funny face.
Sato frowned, pinching his left cheek.
The three of them laughed.
Taichi looked up at Mimi, Sato's hand still pinching his cheek.
"He sure has your attitude," he said.
"One, two…one, two, three, go!" he counted as he slapped his drumsticks.
He did his thing on the drums, excitedly slamming each drum as if to awe his students.
And so he did.
His students' jaws dropped, following the direction where his hands flew.
After a short while, the sample ended.
The class groaned.
"That's it?" a male student complained. "We want more."
Yamato laughed. "I'm not the one who should fulfill your yearning. You have to learn how to do this."
He looked around the class, searching for someone he would teach first.
"Well, who wants to learn this?" he asked.
Several students raised their hands.
Yamato jerked from his seat.
They sure are freaky, Yamato told himself.
"Sakurai," Yamato called the student who complained earlier. "I'll teach you first."
As Sakurai made his way in front of the Music Room, he stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Sir, will you teach me more than drums?" he announced.
Some of the students buzzed, some thought he was insane.
"What do you mean?" Yamato asked.
"Sir, I want to be part of the band---to make a band," Sakurai replied with all glory.
Yamato sighed.
The school is holding a Battle of the Bands.
Class 1-C does not have a representative because the competition is non-compulsory.
"Please sit down, Sakurai," he said.
Yamato dropped his drumsticks.
All ears seemed to be expecting for him to speak.
"Being with a band is good since you get to improve your skills and having a strong bond," he said. "But…it can be a distraction to either your studies or whatever there might be on the way."
"But sir, please," Sakurai pleaded. "I really want to…I would never forget about my studies."
"Ishida-sensei left his band, didn't he?" a female student said out loud.
The rest of the class turned to her.
"Mahiru," Yamato spoke. "I left the band to be with my family and to be practical…I can never be a rockstar forever."
"Sorry, sensei," she apologized.
Then he turned to Sakurai. "I'll be your mentor. Look for other guys who would want to be part of your band."
When the clock hit one in the afternoon, Tai, TK and Kari decided to leave.
"I'll tell Matt about the dinner reunion at Saturday," she assured Tai.
Then Taichi sighed.
"I really missed that jerk," he confessed. "All the fights and stuffs."
Mimi gave him a friendly hug. "I sure missed you too."
Tai looked down at Sato. "I never knew it was your plan to have a child this early."
Mimi sighed. "I loved Yamato that much."
Tai turned to Kari. "Don't tell me you're going to marry TK this early too!"
Kari blushed, hitting her brother's head. "That's mean!"
TK laughed.
The two graduated from College a year ago. They were about the age of Mimi when she was pregnant of Sato.
TK is now a columnist in a news bulletin while Kari is the youngest staff of a nearby pharmacy clinic.
"Bye guys," Mimi said.
Tai waved at her then at Sato, who in turn waved at him with a cheerful smile.
TK sat on the front seat while Kari was the only one at the back. Obviously, Tai was the driver.
Mimi sighed. "Good old days."
Yamato grabbed a supermarket trolley.
He pulled his wallet from his pocket and searched for the list Mimi gave him.
"Let's see…the first in the list is…cheese," he said.
Yamato pushed his trolley along as he searched for the aisle of dairy goods.
Now, Yamato has lots of role to portray.
At weekends, he tries to finish two songs; During Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays, he teaches Music---now he accepted to be an amateur band mentor.
Other than that, he's a happy husband and a father.
If he still stayed with the band, his time for his son would be much, much, much lesser. Good thing he got to rest at home for two days and if he decides to finish a song while he's teaching, that would be four.
Four out of seven days of rest is a lot than two days or when the schedules are hectic, one or let's say none.
When he reached the stalls for cheese, he almost fainted.
There were cheddar cheese, quickmelt cheese, 100 dairy cheese, white cheese---the hell! For a single cheese, he gets a lot of choices!
He hesitantly chose a quickmelt cheese.
"I hope this works," he murmured.
Then he turned to the list.
"Next is cereal," he said.
He proceeded to the next aisle, which is the aisle for what he was looking for.
Once again, the sight of cereal brands blinded him.
Koko Krunch, Honey Stars, Fruity O's, TRix---and a lot more.
He chose Trix and consulted the list.
"Sato's diapers…now that's easy," he said. "Diapers are merely diapers whatever brand it is."
He proceeded to the sanitary section.
He was wrong.
"AAARGH!" he said, both of his hands on his face.
Shoppers turned to him.
He blushed, bowing profusely.
An elderly woman walked to him.
"What seems to be the problem?" she asked.
"I'm shopping for my son's diapers and other stuffs," he said.
The woman looked at him. "Are you 18?"
"No ma'am, I'm 25," he said.
He sure looked 18.
Both him and Mimi looked younger for their ages. They don't know why either---maybe it's in the genes?
"Still young…however, I'll help you," she said. "Why aren't you with your wife?"
"I told her she's supposed to do this because I'm a big klutz about shopping…but she's busy during these days," he said.
"Are you a house husband?" she asked then she realized he was in his teaching uniform. "Oh, I suppose you're not…your name?"
"I'm Yamato Ishida," he replied.
The woman chuckled. "Well, the world is so small. I'm Sora's auntie."
"Huh?"
"I knew you were familiar!" she said.
"R-really?" he asked.
"I saw your picture eight years ago in her bedroom," she said. "But your face didn't change much."
He looked at his list.
He still has a lot more to shop.
"You're from a band before, weren't you?" she asked. "And I suppose now, the songs that band you left are yours. Sora's mom and I still see you on TV."
"Oh…yup, I sure do," he replied.
"Hmm…you're married?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs…?"
"I'm Akiko Kawamura," she said. "My husband passed away but I have a son your age now in Canada."
"Okay then."
"Your wife must be Ms. Tachikawa---oh yeah, Sora mentioned her name. I also watch her on TV before…how is she? And how old is your son?"
"She owns a pastry shop and our son's two years old. His name's Sato."
Mrs. Kawamura seemed impressed.
Yamato turned to his watch. "Oh I'm sorry, ma'am. I need to shop or Mimi will get mad at me for not picking her up the right time."
Mrs. Kawamura chuckled.
"I'll help you then," she said.
Author's notes: Chapter One done! I think this is a very good start. What can you say:) Anyway, please review. I love stories about young, married people. Please review okay? Love you guys!