Disclaimer : I don't own Digimon and its characters. Bandai© owns them. This story is credited from 'My Little Bride'.
Chapter Fourteen : A Scary Encounter
Mrs. Tachikawa was doing a bit of a flower arranging in her residence when the phne rang.
She let the maid answer the phone.
"Ma'am, it's your daughter," the maid said, the transportable phone on her hands.
She gave it to Mrs. Tachikawa.
"Thanks," she said upon receiving the phone.
The maid left her.
"Mimi? Why did you call?" Mrs. Tachikawa asked positively.
Yamato just woke up from his bed.
He got out of the room to see Mimi holding the phone.
It seems she's seriously talking to somebody.
He proceeded to the bathroom.
"Nani?" Mrs. Tachikawa exclaimed in shock.
The maid ran to her room.
"Ma'am, is something wrong?" the maid asked worriedly.
Mrs. Tachikawa stood up in an instant, ignoring the maid.
"How did this happen?" Mrs. Tachikawa asked in great disbelief. "You were in separate rooms, weren't you?"
Mimi gulped in her seat, her hand which is holding the phone trembled.
"It's not important, mom," she said. "I just want to let you know."
Yamato appeared from the bathroom with a new fresh, morning look.
"Mom, let's talk about this some other time…I'm really sorry," she put the phone don and a frown plastered in her mouth.
"You talked to auntie, didn't you?" Yamato asked, sitting next to her.
Mimi sighed.
"She was clearly shocked and perplexed," she said. "She wondered how I got pregnant."
Yamato's eyes bulged in fear.
"You-You didn't tell her, did you?" he asked in a sudden.
Mimi gave him a weak smile. "No, of course not."
Yamato bit his lip and cleared his throat, as if he was gaining his composure.
"You said you didn't regret it…" Yamato asked, pretending to watch the scenery from the window.
"Huh?" Mimi responded, totally distracted and shy. "I didn't regret it…yeah."
Yamato looked at her.
Now, a goofy grin is forming across his lips.
"Wanna do it again?" he asked mischievously.
Mimi's jaws dropped.
She stood up, grabbed a throw pillow and was about to smash it on his face when he got hold of her hands.
"I was just kidding you!" Yamato said.
Then he removed the pillow from her hands.
"From now on, don't wear yourself up," he told her.
Mimi sat down again, Yamato still holding her hands.
"What are we gonna do?" Mimi asked.
Taichi was in front of Kyoushiro's door.
When he was about to knock, the door opened.
Kyoushiro gave him a funny look.
"Tsk, tsk," he shook his head. "You look down, my friend. Sora left, hasn't she?"
Taichi looked down.
"Come to think of it, pal," Kyoushiro said. "The girl our best friend used to date became yours. Wow!"
"But!" Taichi's voice was loud.
He lowered his voice out of embarrassment. "She didn't become mine. I don't think she thinks of me as a boyfriend."
Kyoushiro hit his head lightly with his fist.
"Damn! Why did you do that?" Taichi asked in shock.
"Shut up, Tai. I know there's something going on," Kyoushiro said.
Then he realized that they're talking just outside.
Kyoushiro got out of his own doorway.
"Come in," he said.
When Tai was about to come in, his cellphone rang.
"Moshi?" he answered casually. "Oh, Matt…what seems to be the prob?"
Kyoushiro watched as he talked to Yamato.
"What the-!" Taichi exclaimed.
Miyako was walking down the corridor when her cellphone rang.
"Moshi?" she answered nonchalantly, as if she's lifeless without Mimi.
"Mimi? Hey, gal where have you been? Your locker key? I have it, want me to open your locker?" Miyako said.
Then Miyako's brows knitted.
"You're here in the campus? Where?" she asked and then when Miyako turned, she saw Mimi walked towards the locker hall several feet away.
Yamato pulled the car in front of Kyoushiro's house.
With him are two brown envelopes and his guitar.
When he knocked, Taichi opened the door in an instant.
"Yo, Mr. Future-Father!" Taichi greeted, a smirk on his face.
Yamato slammed the brown envelope on his head.
"Let me in," he said.
As he got in, he saw Kyoushiro in front of his laptop.
"Hey you!" Kyoushiro said, standing from his seat. "You're one lucky guy!"
Yamato sat on the sofa.
"Would the both of you shut up?" he said.
Kyoushiro looked at the guitar and his envelopes.
"Why did you bring those?" he asked.
"I want to sing these three songs to you before I let Mimi hear it and before I submit it," he said.
Taichi sat on the sofa parallel to where Yamato was sitting at.
"Why don't we talk about Mimi first…or about Sora's departure last night…" Tai trailed off.
"She left? Why didn't she even inform me?" Yamato asked casually. "What did she even do here in Japan anyway? Knowing that I care les about her intentions…"
Tai looked up at Kyoushiro as if he's giving him a "don't-tell" look.
Kyoushiro gave him a nod and a smile.'
"So, how long was Mimi pregnant?" Kyoushiro asked pouring three glasses with vodka.
"Two weeks," he said. "She already fell ill during the first weeks of her pregnancy. Don't some woman feel sick whenever they're a month pregnant?"
"What do we know 'bout them? Besides, Mimi's young that's why she's different than some other pregnant woman," Kyoushiro said, placing the glasses in front each of them.
"That's the point," Yamato said. "She's still studying and she wants to prioritize it. If I let her study while she's pregnant then you'll never know. She might miscarry."
Taichi placed his glass back on the table after finishing a sip.
"Think positive. I know Meems can do it," he said.
Yamato buried his head on his hands.
"This is difficult," he said. "She should be careful."
"OH MY GOD!" Miyako exclaimed.
Mimi gave her a light punch on the shoulder.
"Keep quiet, Miya-chan!" she exclaimed, looking around cautiously.
"B-b-but I…I…I don't expect this to happen!" Miyako said in disbelief.
Miyako examined her face.
"You do look…pale," she said.
Mimi sighed.
"Do you notice my tummy?" she asked.
"No, besides you're just two weeks preg---"
Mimi put a hand over Miyako's mouth.
"One more and you'll be sorry you ever became my friend," Mimi warned.
Then Mimi's glare softened as she saw Michael walking towards them.
Mimi gulped and removed her hand from Miyako's mouth.
Michael was looking cold.
As he walked past Miyako, she grabbed Mimi by the hand harshly, leading her to some place.
When Miyako attempted to follow and stop Michael, he shot her a glare.
"Stay out of this," he said.
"You're hurting me!" Mimi exclaimed.
Michael ignored her and dragged her along.
"Michael, don't---" but Miyako stopped when he gave her a scary glare.
As Yamato finished playing his third song, he looked at his friends.
The two immediately applauded.
"Nice one," Kyoushiro commented.
"You better let Mimi hear it," Tai said. "I know she'll be glad."
Yamato smiled. "Thanks guys."
Michael dragged her in the ball storage room.
Michael leaned in to give her a kiss when she forcefully pushed him away.
"Stop it!" she exclaimed.
Michael stopped dead on where he was standing.
"That marriage of yours destroyed everything about us!" he raged.
He went near her again. Now she got to kiss her jaw.
Mimi pushed his face away from hers and slapped him.
"I love Yamato-kun so leave me alone!" she exclaimed.
"Ishida-kun! Ishida-kun! Please come here!" Miyako cried over her cellphone.
Yamato's brows knitted.
"Why?" he asked.
"Just come here, I sense something bad," she said, a trace of great worry in her voice.
Yamato stood up and agreed.
"Guys, I'll come back to pick these up," he said, pertaining to his compositions and his guitar.
"Why, what happened?" Kyoushiro asked.
"Matt, what happened?" Tai repeated.
He walked out of the door ignoring his friends' questions.
a/n : I would like to make a correction about my last chap. I said there's a bit of sorato what I mean is taiora. Sorry bout that. Hey I updated once again…I was a bit motivated and psyched up so I updated sooner. Did you like it?
