It's a somehow disappointing. Mimi and Michael seem awfully naïve and so do the Chosen Children. The whole thing is frightfully boring. I hate transitional chapters. Don't worry, the next one is a whopper… compared to the other two!
Déjà Vu
Summary: This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to be home. Not here, in helping their future selves defeat an enemy whom they thought they had already slain.
Chapter 2: Meet Mimi, Mimi.
"Ta- Tachikawa?" eleven-year-old Mimi stuttered to a fourteen-year-old version of her self.
Big Mimi shrugged and nodded but as her eyes examined exactly who the people Michael claimed were lost were she paled.
"That's… that's my name."
"Oh my god," they both gasped.
"You're me!"
"I knew you looked familiar! You were the children who defeated that huge Digimon three years ago!" exclaimed Michael his excitement caused him to revert back to English but he soon realized it and slowly reverted back to Japanese making his sentence sound odd and highly accented, the structure of the words not following the grammatical laws of either language.
"How… How is it possible for you to be here? When I… I mean you… I mean we… When I boarded the trolley I was taken back home to the real world!" Big Mimi cried out, wildly gesturing her arms in the air.
"I find this quite… puzzling," said Koushiro, trailing off in thought.
"Okay, first off, what happened before you got on that trolley?" Big Mimi asked slowly.
"We said good bye to our partners and… said goodbye to our partners," replied Taichi a little too fast.
Older Mimi was soon tugged back by Michael.
"What the hell are you doing!" he hissed.
"Helping them," she replied simply.
Michael tugged his hair and dragged her behind a near by tree, fresh with digital moss.
"Don't you get it! This entire thing is insane!" he wailed, flailing his arms in the air.
Mimi crossed her arms and stared at him, blankly. "I know it sound totally unreal but I know she's me. I can just tell…"
"Intuition?"
"You can call it that if you want. It's just… When I look into her eyes, it's like a mirror. When I look into their eyes, I remember those times. "
"Mimi… I never knew…"
She placed a hand on his shoulder, "You don't have to, Michael. Just help them. They're the same people you met. If not a little younger."
"For you, Mimi," he said, "I'll do it. Daisuke's not the only one who's a sucker for pretty girls."
Mimi swatted his head lightly.
"Hey what was that for?"
She giggled ushering him back to the young Chosen.
Older Mimi turned her head. "C'mon, you guy's."
Older Mimi began to walk away gesturing them to follow.
"Hey! Where are we going!" exclaimed Taichi, a little afraid.
She turned, ushering them towards Michael. "You're going home. I hope."
