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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 Three: Answers
Yamato was the first one to get up from bed. Usually, Mimi was the first one to get up from bed because she's very much concerned of checking up on her pastry shop and see how her new employees are doing.
Yet, she looked like she didn't sleep much.
He sighed and leaned over her ear. "Honey, wake up."
Mimi's eyes flinched. It seemed to refuse to open. "What the…"
Yamato chuckled as he crawled on the bed once again, his lips still brushing against his ear. "You need to go to work."
Mimi slowly sat up. "Hmm…oh yeah."
Then she looked at Yamato. "I hate you."
Yamato seemed to look rather surprised. "Huh?"
Mimi laughed out loud, pinching his cheek.
She crawled out of bed and slipped into her pink fuzzy slippers.
"You're joking, right?" Yamato asked.
Mimi turned, a grave look in her eyes.
Yamato jumped off the bed and put his hands over her shoulders. "What's the problem?"
Mimi rolled her eyes and smiled. "Of course, I'm just joking you klutz! But I am really annoyed that you woke me up."
He smiled as well. "Don't ever joke like that."
She laughed. "Okay---but you look too terrified a while ago."
"I do?" Yamato asked. "Well I can't imagine losing you anyway."
> > >
"You're not…joking?" Mimi asked, her hands trembling.
It was raining hard outside.
Yamato sat on the sofa of Mimi's apartment while she stood a few distance in front of him.
"Why would I joke?" he asked, looking away from her.
"You broke up with Sora just because of me?" Mimi asked, her eyes lingering away from his.
"I was depressed," he spoke.
Mimi quickly looked at him. "What?"
"When you left for New York, it didn't matter at first," Yamato stated. 'When you constantly came back every summer, it's just when I realized that I'm kind of missing you---missing you…then---"
"Don't," Mimi interrupted.
Yamato stood up from his seat. "Why can't you believe me?"
"Because Sora's hurt!" she replied.
"How about me?" he asked. "I was hurt too…"
Mimi bit her lip, preventing some tears to fall from her eyes. She was a crybaby, only she doesn't want to cry in front of him right now.
But she failed. She ran to him and hugged him as tight as she could.
"We're here," Yamato spoke.
"Huh?" Mimi asked.
Yamato shook his head and let out a sigh. "Are…you pregnant again?"
Mimi seemed to be taken aback and hit his head. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He laughed out loud, his hand pinching her nose. "I was just kidding!"
"What a joke," she blurted sarcastically. "Really funny."
"Mommy, let'ch go!" Sato wailed from the passenger's seat.
Yamato stared at Mimi. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Mimi sighed. "I'm sorry too. Sato, unbuckle your seatbelt."
As she was unbuckling her seatbelt, Yamato reached over to caress her cheek. "Take care, okay?"
She nodded, a smile on her lips. "Yeah."
She leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips. "Bye."
Mimi stepped out of the car and opened the door for her son.
"Daddy! Bye-bye! Daddy!" Sato waved.
As soon as Yamato reached Class 1-C, he braced his self.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Ishida-sensei," the class greeted.
He gave them a soft nod. "So…please take your seats first."
He looked around to look for Sakurai.
"Kyo Sakurai, have you found some friends to join you?" he asked.
Along with three other guys, Sakurai stood up.
Yamato heaved a deep sigh. "Oh…good. See me in the Music room after class."
"Mommy, I want bake!" Sato said as he stood next to her mom, who's currently cutting the dough with some cookie cutters.
Mimi smiled down at him.
She tidied her hands with a clean damp towel and picked him up.
She placed him on the neat side of the kitchen counter. "What shape do you like?"
Sato looked over the cookie cutters. There are four types: stars, hearts, bear shapes and moon shapes.
"I want bear," he said, pointing at the bear-shaped cookie cutter.
Mimi picked up the cookie cutter he's pointing at and gave him some leftover dough that is placed above the chopping board.
Surprisingly, Sato seemed to know what to do.
"Wow, he might want to be a pastry chef someday," a younger employee commented. "But he sure looks more like his dad."
"Yeah," Mimi said, smiling as she watched him play with the dough.
"Hey boss," Kumiko-san called from the reception counter. "Some people are looking for you."
"Again?" Mimi asked. "Wow, this week is so jam-packed."
She turned to Yoko, the employee she's teaching yesterday. "Look after Sato."
Yoko nodded.
Mimi made her way out of the kitchen and found a rather familiar woman waiting for her.
"How may I---"
Mimi seemed to be surprised.
The woman looked up. "Hi Mimi Ishida."
Mimi's hands trembled. "Sora…?"
"You look fazed," she said, studying her face. "Were you surprised, my dear friend?"
"Oh…I sure was," she said.
Sora smiled and asked her to sit.
"You look fine," Sora said. "Look at you now…nice store."
Mimi nodded, a nervous smile on her lips. "Thanks, how are you?"
Why the hell are things coming back? What's happening? A couple of days ago, she was happily doing her daily routine with her husband and son but then when Tai came back, the world seemed to rewind so fast, she couldn't cope up.
"Me? Oh I've been very busy," she said. "I just arrived from Florida a week ago. Well, I'm busy designing some clothes and stuffs…and well, Tai came by my house and told me about the reunion."
"Yeah," Mimi said awkwardly.
"After some years…we get to see each other again," Sora spoke rather quietly.
Silence slipped among the two. Everything seemed to be planned---she saw the pictures, the last letter she received from Sora years ago…Yamato saw Sora's auntie then Sora.
"About your letter…" Mimi spoke.
Sora looked up. "Oh that? Don't take it seriously…I was…you know…down that time."
"But I took Matt away---"
"Mimi, nobody took anybody away from one another," she spoke in a fixed manner.
"But in that letter…you said you would never forgive me," Mimi replied, some sort of pain and guiltiness in her voice.
"I was young and heck, Meems, that was years ago," Sora explained.
Mimi looked up. "I know."
"Mommy!" a voice called.
Sato ran to Mimi and hugged her waist.
"Mommy, Yoko bake me cookiesh!" he said, looking up at her.
Sora looked at Sato. "He looks very much like Yamato."
Mimi glanced at Sora. "Yeah."
Sora smiled at her. "Congratulations…you've got yourself a very handsome son."
"Thank you," she said.
"You know, Meems, it's very unlike you to be all so sheepish," Sora scolded softly.
Mimi giggled softly. "I'm sorry I thought you were here to reprimand me of something…"
"Silly girl!" Sora said. "I'm not as immature as you."
Mimi laughed. "That's definitely correct."
Sato looked at Sora. "I am Sato Ishida."
"You are? I'm Sora Takenouchi," she said.
"Sowa?" he repeated.
"So-ra," she corrected.
"He fails in pronouncing 'r'," Mimi informed.
"It's definitely cute, Mimi," Sora assured.
Then Mimi smiled. "Are things now settled between the two of us?"
"Yeah…why not?" Sora said, winking at her. "Yamato…is just not for me."
"I thought you're going to spook me forever!" she honestly said.
Yamato paused before reaching into the knob and opening the door to the Music room. He tried to prepare himself about the reaction of his students.
He reached over and opened the door.
There he found Sakurai and his three friends staring at the instruments, their faces amused and excited.
"Hi sensei!" Sakurai greeted cheerfully.
He forced himself to smile. "Please sit."
Yamato looked at each and every one of them. "I want you to listen to my story, guys."
The four of them agreed.
"I wasn't able to take College because of my band," he told them. "But after knowing that my wife is pregnant, I took up College and took a Master's degree. Of course, before I even thought of this, her parents didn't like me."
He walked a few steps to his right.
"And then, my parents disapproved of it too," he said. "Because I kept on disregarding other things like my high school grades. Yet I was so determined---I did my best to excel in my band. Still, however I excel in Wolves, my parents were not that proud of my impractical decision."
"I even hurt some girls on my career," Yamato winked.
> > >
(Before he and Sora broke up)
"Hi Matt," Sora greeted cheerfully. "I brought lunch."
Ganma, the lead vocals for the band, beamed, hoping she made some lunch for the band too. "Wow, Sora came here just to bring you some lunch."
"Don't worry, Ganma-kun," Sora said. "I have some lunch for the band too."
"Great!" the others beamed.
"We're practicing," he bluntly said.
Sora's face fell.
"Matt!" Ganma scolded.
"Isn't that true?" Yamato asked.
"It's okay, Ganma-kun," Sora sadly said. "He's right."
Yamato sighed. "I'm sorry."
(During Mimi and Matt's relationship)
Mimi stared at Matt as he strummed a few strings in his guitar.
"Cool," Mimi said, a smile plastered on her lips.
Matt looked up. "Hm?"
Mimi shrugged. "Even though you spend most of your time doing mall tours and recording songs, I still find time to reflect about you and me."
He stared at her. "Were you feeling frustrated of me all this time?"
"Hurt…jealous," she said.
Matt reached over to give her a hug. "Sorry."
"What a pain…" Horio commented.
Sakurai frowned. "Sir, we---"
"I trust you, guys," Yamato said, smiling softly at the three of them.
Sakurai mellowed down. "Thank you."
"Now that I've shared you my bad experiences, I want to know what you would like to promise me," he said.
Uchiyama stood up, his fist above his chest.
"I will never hurt girls during band practice!" he said.
The room was suddenly filled with roars of laughter.
"Wow, I hope," Yamato said in between chuckles.
Yamato pulled in front of Sugar Princess.
As he entered, Sato came running to him.
"Daddy!" he cried.
Mimi grinned as she grabbed her purse and watch Sato run to his dad.
She approached Yamato.
"I have a news for you," she mused.
"Are you now going to grant my ten-minute French kiss suggestion?" he joked.
Mimi hit him. "Not that you jerk!"
Yamato laughed. "What?"
"Because I'm so happy today, you will have to change Sato's diapers today!" she exclaimed.
Yamato frowned. "You're just kidding me."
"I certainly am not," Mimi said, her brows arched.
"I'm not going to fall for it," he said.
Mimi turned to Kumiko and the others. "Guys, we'll be leaving."
"Take care!" Kumiko said.
"She…did that?" Matt asked.
Mimi looked at Matt. "You don't believe it?"
Just like last night, Sato fell asleep on Mimi's lap. Evidently, they're on the way home---inside the car, of course.
Mimi flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "It's true."
Yamato gave her a perplexed look. "What the freaking hell---really? I mean, I saw her auntie then you saw her…then…this is unbelievable."
"I know," Mimi said. "I still feel kinda queasy about it."
"Me either!" Matt cried.
Somehow, the two of them do not know why things keep on coming back to them. Yamato thought it's just a coincidence that he saw his unforgettable ex-girlfriend's aunt in the supermarket, who appeared to be his guardian angel. He even wonders if he'd see her again.
"Honey, whatever happened today, let's just rejoice about it," Mimi said, winking at him.
Yamato smiled. "And one thing. I finally told Sakurai and his gang how much I trust them."
"You better tell them that they shouldn't break it either," she said.
"Don't worry," he said. "I know they won't."
Mimi sighed, putting her arms around Sato.
"Can't wait for Saturday," Mimi said.
"Me neither," Yamato agreed, finally convinced about Mimi and Sora's settlement.
Then Mimi looked at Matt.
"Honey, you don't have classes tomorrow, do you?" she asked.
"Uh-huh, why?" he asked, his focus on the road.
"That means, you'll be taking care of Sato all day?" she asked, amusement obvious in her voice.
Yamato slowly turned to look at her. "Uh-oh."
Mimi laughed.
Definitely, it's so fun to be able to have your family and out of hassles. As long as they enjoy each other's company, less things could go wrong. What more could they encounter on the way?
Author's notes: Thanks for your reviews guys. Well, I just want to inform you that the next chapter will be happy and not so engrossed with drama. I guess, that's why I rated this a 'humor' is that I'm really amused by Matt and Mimi.