Disclaimer : I don't own Digimon and its characters. Bandai© owns them. This story is credited from 'My Little Bride'.
Chapter Three : A 'Friendly' Wedding
Mrs. Tachikawa looked at her daughter lovingly.
Her hair was beautifully done, adorned with small white roses.
She wasn't wearing her wedding dress though. She's still in her bathrobe, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Ma," she said. "I feel so defeated."
Mrs. Tachikawa gave her a weak but reassuring grin.
"I admit that this marriage of yours will never turn out right," she said. "A set-up marriage was never right, honey."
Mimi felt like sobbing but she doesn't want to make her mom feel even guiltier.
"Grandpa is very weak right now," Mimi said in verge of tears. "I want to make him happy."
Her mom rubbed her back as she tried to hold back her tears.
"Wow!" Taichi exclaimed.
"Nice!" Kyoushiro seconded him.
Yamato looked down. He was wearing a black groom suit.
He looked up to see his friends astonished.
"I can't believe that I'm doing this," he said.
Taichi, his best man, stood up and gave him a light punch on the shoulder.
"You'll be marrying your best friend anyway," Taichi said.
Yamato shut his eyes close and opened it again after pausing for a couple of seconds.
"It'd be hard to learn how to love her, damn it!" Yamato cursed.
Kyoushiro let out a sigh.
"Brace yourself, my friend," he said.
The Tachikawas and the Ishidas arrived inside the chapel.
All was set.
The ceremony is about to begin.
Miyako Inoue, the only one who knew about the wedding among Mimi's classmates, approached Mimi before she entered the chapel.
"Mi-chan," she said. 'I'll be watching you."
Mimi forced a grin.
"Miya-chan, promise me not to tell even a soul about this wedding," she said. "Please?"
Her best friend gave her a warm grin and hugged her.
"Good luck," she said and proceeded inside the chapel.
As the wedding theme danced through the chapel, Mimi marched gracefully with both her parents on her side.
On the other side of the chapel was Yamato, nervously waiting with Taichi beside him.
Grandpa tried his best to come. He was at the audience, attentively watching every scene that's occurring.
As soon as Mimi and her parents arrived at the other end, Mimi clutched on her groom's arm.
"Take care of her," Mr. Tachikawa said as he tapped Yamato's shoulder.
Flight No. 135 bound to Okinawa, Japan, the plane will board in half-an-hour.
Upon hearing their flight being notified, Yamato and Mimi decided to board.
The wedding was finished.
All the jitters finally ended---but there will be more unexpected things to come.
"Take care," Grandpa reminded them.
"Hey, oniisan!" TK called. "Get a hold of yourselves when you get there, ne?"
Yamato gave him a smirk and ruffled his hair.
"Mimi, try to have fun, okay?" Mrs. Tachikawa said, rubbing her shoulder.
She gave her a warm smile.
Mr. Tachikawa leaned in to whisper to her daughter's ear.
"We're so sorry to set you up…it's just that---" but Mimi stopped her dad.
"It's all done," she whispered back. "Nothing we can do 'bout that."
As Yamato and Mimi was about to turn and board, Grandpa tried his best to call them.
"Yamato! Mimi!" he managed to call.
Both of them turned.
"Th-tha-nk…you," he said, attempting to make his voice clear.
Yamato gave him a smile and a small nod while Mimi gritted her teeth into a smile, trying to hold back some tears.
As the two of them finally turned to leave, Mimi's tears fell down.
It's nice that they made their grandpa happy---so nice that it brought her to tears.
Mimi stared at the ocean from the terrace of their room.
It was 5 in the afternoon.
The sun was setting, illuminating the ocean and the sky with some shades of purple and orange.
She was wearing a gray loose sweater and denim shorts.
Yamato was pulling the other mattress out of the large bed to make two separate beds.
He was wearing a white shirt and khaki board shorts.
As soon as the bed was set, Yamato joined her in the terrace.
"So you're Mimi Ishida now, huh?" he teased.
Mimi turned to his direction, her face wearing a grave look.
Yamato put his hands on her shoulders.
"So what did you do to your boyfriend?" he asked.
Mimi looked down.
"I said we needed to cool off," she said. "When he asked me why, I said it's because I'm currently pressured about my last year in College…and he agreed."
Yamato removed his hands from her shoulders.
"So what about the girl you're seeing?" Mimi asked.
"I…might not see her again," Yamato replied sadly.
Mimi sighed and slowly hugged him.
Yamato was taken aback.
"Will I ever learn to love you?" she asked.
Yamato fell silent.
He asked the same question to himself over and over again.
Would he able to love Mimi?
Would Mimi be able to love him also?
Yamato raised his hands to hug her back.
"In God's time, I suppose," he said, trying to sound positive.
Mimi pulled off from hugging him.
"If I come back to school next week, they would ask me why I left," Mimi said. "What should I say?"
"Family matters," he replied.
Then Mimi brushed her pink-hued hair up.
"What if I pass by Michael in school?" she asked.
Yamato watched as the sun eventually disappeared from the scene.
"That would be…awkward," Yamato said.
Mimi sighed.
"Mama said I should try having fun while I'm here," she said.
Yamato looked at her.
"Yeah, cheer up, Princess," he said. "I haven't seen much of the old you lately."
Mimi stifled a laugh.
"Then let's have fun tomorrow," Mimi said.
Yamato shivered as he stepped on the ocean shore.
He was wearing nothing but red surfing shorts and shades over his head.
Mimi was making sandcastles a few inches away from where Yamato was standing.
She was wearing a pink bikini and a short denim skirt.
Her hair swept into a ponytail.
"Hey!" Mimi called, looking up at Yamato. "Help me here!"
Yamato walked casually to her.
"You're not good in making sandcastles," he told her frankly.
Mimi's sandcastle is made up of a small mound of sand and a stray twig of a tree.
Mimi gave Yamato a pout. "You're so cocky, you know that?"
Yamato raised a brow to her and fixed the sandcastle for her.
"This is a sandcastle, Princess," he said sarcastically.
She glared at him playfully.
"You're the meanest kitsune-chan I've ever met!" she shot back.
(a/n : kitsune-chan is 'little fox'.)
Mimi watched as Yamato surfed.
She felt bored and yawned.
She lied on the sand, her arms wide.
Then suddenly, a shadow crept upon her sight.
"Let's eat," Yamato said.
Mimi sat up.
Yamato helped her up.
"You cook well," Yamato complemented.
Mimi was wearing a red apron holding a frying pan.
"That steak is called, 'Steak ala Mimi'," she said proudly as she put another steak on the plate in front of Yamato.
Instead of eating out, Mimi suggested that she would cook for lunch.
"I never imagined that you would be a future chef," Yamato told her. "What made you decide to love cooking?"
Mimi sat in front of her.
"Grandpa taught me how to," she said. "And since then, I was addicted to cooking and baking."
"Oh," Yamato said, taking his last bite.
Yamato grabbed his guitar as soon as he finished eating.
When Mimi was about to send the fork to her mouth, she saw him strumming the guitar.
"Play for me," she said, putting the fork down.
Yamato strummed the guitar and the tune of 'Don't Speak' (by No Doubt) was played.
Mimi smiled.
You and me, we used to be togetherEveryday, together
Always
Mimi sang the first part of the song.
Yamato stopped strumming and laughed.
"That's why I hate you," Mimi said. "You're so mean."
Yamato continued to strum and now it was his turn to sing.
I really feelThat I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe this could be
The end
Mimi stopped him.
"Hold it right there!" she said.
"What?" Yamato asked, looking up.
"The song's so sad," she said.
"Okay, fine," Yamato said and put the guitar down.
Yamato and Mimi arrived at the Okinawa airport.
They're waiting for their flight to be notified.
"Yamato?" someone tapped Yamato's shoulder.
When Yamato turned, he saw the least person he ever expected to see.
a/n : How was it? Well, I'm currently enjoying this story. Ha ha, are you enjoying, people? Please review my friends! I'm open for criticisms too…hope to hear more from you people! LilixTrixee, I wouldn't put up lemon and lime scenes---this is a K+ rated fic...and uhm, bubbles05, thanx for the compliments. cutielicious, are you a Filipina?
