Hola, I'm back with a new chapter. Haha, believe it or not, but I'm actually writing this at work – yes, I am that obsessed at the moment. But I can't stop writing. I came up with, like, a million ideas within the past hour! I'm crazy, yes, so what?

Anyways, yeah, so I've finally come up with something close to a plot. I'm so excited. So yeah, this chapter, again, I'm sorry to say, I'm still somewhat winging it.
I hope you guys enjoyed my last chapter. I thought that the title was cute, sorta, or at least humourous.

Again, thank you all for the lovely reviews.

-SAMURAIDRIVE – I like how you noticed about Mimi's maturity. Yeah, I wanted to portray her as a woman who's finally grown up and all.

luvablepinay702 – well, I suppose I just might update. Hee, hee, of course I will. After your cute review, I don't think I'll ever stop updating.

LAST NOTE: I'm sorry if there was no sign whatsoever of time changes in the last two chapters. I tried editing them like mad, but Fanfiction didn't seem to let the editing show. I'm trying to do something different with this one, so maybe it'll work.

Onto the Chapter!

Chapter 3

Naked is a Bad Word

Matt sat on the couch, trying ever so hard to remove his thoughts from the gutter, and to focus on the television. Unfortunately for him, Kami was not feeling kind; his television was displaying a lovely viewing of pornography.

Cursing at himself, Matt grabbed the controller and changed the channel before the moans achieved their climax, and immediately found himself watching some cartoon of some sort. Leaning back in relief, he fought back the urge to smack himself.

"Yamato, you baka, what if she had turned on the television? Shit, I'm fucking stupid."

Lowering the volume of the television, he could just barely hear the creaks that his shower made, as Mimi shifted or moved, and, he tried to focus on the cartoon on the screen, trying so hard not to imagine just where a girl could get laser treatment.

His ears caught the sound of a snap, and a faint singsong voice coming from the washroom, and it took all his willpower not to throw himself into the shower with her, and show her just how to wash.

Rubbing his face in his hands, he leaned forward, grumbling. Why was it that, all of a sudden, after nearly a decade of not seeing her, he felt this way? What was so different now from back then, that suddenly made his hormones rage, and his sexual frustration to rise up just a few hundred notches? Could it be the simple fact that she had fully matured into a woman's body, possessed a woman's charm and wit, and has the most luscious pair of breasts and legs a man has ever set eyes on?

Letting out a low, guttural groan of frustration, Matt tried in vain to think about something else, something other than the beautiful siren singing in his shower. Naked to boot!

"Okay, naked is a bad word from now on. No more using the word 'naked'."

Suddenly, Matt heard a loud squeal, and an even louder thud come from the bathroom. He couldn't help it, and instincts kicked in. In mere seconds, he was entering the washroom, searching for the cause of the sound. "Mimi, are you all right? Mimi? Oh … "

He found Mimi crumpled on his tub's floor, attempting to cover herself with the soaked white towel, all the while, trying to move away from a tiny, crawling black spider.

"Kill it! Kill it! Please!!! Kill it! I hate them! I absolutely hate them!!!"

Her voice had grown almost shrill, and she backed away even further, as Matt stood there, his jaw nearly touching the floor. There was Mimi, in the bathtub, naked.

'Bad word, Yamato! BAD WORD! Okay, nude. Aw fuck it.'

Grabbing two tissues from the box on the sink, he focused his entire gaze on the evil, hairy foe that was slowly making its way down the shower wall, and towards its 'victim'. In seconds, he had crushed the assailant, and flushed it down the toilet. For a moment, he felt like a hero, until something hit him hard on the side of his head, which he soon discovered was one of those shower gel puffs. A little green one. Which he promptly dropped to the ground, knowing just where those puffs went.

"Get out. Get out! GET OUT!"

If it had been possible at the very moment, Mimi's voice managed to grow even shriller, and she picked up a bottle of Matt's beloved conditioner to toss at him, all the while attempting to keep her body covered with the sopping towel.

Matt wanted to stand there forever, gazing at her naked, wet body, and fought the urge to remove the towel and find out just where she needed the treatment most. Her legs were long, lean, and seemed oh-so silky smooth, so much that he fought back the urge to just go over and rub his hands all over her lower body's limbs.

Instead, he caught sight of his very much needed and loved conditioner, turned a bright, vibrant scarlet, and rushed out of the washroom before his conditioner became a victim of rage and embarrassment.

Leaning against the door, Matt panted heavily as though he had just run the 100mile sprint, and buried his face in his hands. Oh, Kami, what did he just do?

About half an hour or so later, Matt was seated on the couch, finally distracted by a very interesting episode of Jerry Springer, when Mimi poked her head out of the bathroom. "Um, Matt?"

Her voice was quiet, and held an extremely tentative note to it. Matt glanced up, and saw her face covered in beads of water, and watched as a few droplets fell from her drenched hair. "Yes?"

"Could you do me a favour?"

Matt gave her a strange look, one that a mother gives a child asking for candy, when she didn't do anything to deserve it. "Will this end in you throwing stuff at me again?"

Mimi's pale cheeks flushed a bright red, and her honey eyes fell to looking at the carpet as she toyed with a strand of wet hair. "Um … sorry about that. I kind of, freaked. Anyways, um, no, I won't throw anything at you."

Grinning slightly as her ever so cute apology, Matt stood. "Well, what do you need?"

She looked at him in confusion at first, then surprise, and finally contentment as she smiled. "Oh, well, could you please get me another towel? I think mine's a little wet … "

Shrugging, Matt went over to fetch her another towel. "Sure, why not. Unless you feel like parading about my apartment naked." He winked as he handed her the towel, and just barely caught sight of her face turning into a bright tomato, before the bathroom door slammed shut.

"Oh, yes, point for Yamato."

A moment later, Mimi came out from the bathroom, interrupting his little parade of arrogance, and stood in the abnormally small towel he had handed her.

'Shit! I gave her a hair towel! Fuck. Oh, well, it's not that bad.' Matt's thoughts drifted elsewhere as he caught sight of Mimi, standing with her hands on her hips, wearing a towel that just barely stopped under her crotch. It was pressed tightly against her chest, causing her cleavage to increase tenfold.

"Yamato Ishida, if this is your idea of some kind of sick, perverted joke, I'm not impressed. Not only have you attacked me while I was in the shower, but you give me this tiny, flimsy excuse of a towel!" Her lips were curled downwards into a scowl, and her eyes shone with embarrassment and suppressed rage.

He couldn't help but grin, just a bit, and the said grin managed to reach his eyes. "Well, Princess, it's not really my fault that you didn't specify just what towel you needed."

At the use of the word Princess, Mimi's tomato-red face turned an even darker shade, and she stomped off towards the guest room, slamming the door shut. Matt was left standing there, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

"Was it something I said?"

Alone in the guest room, Mimi let the towel fall to the ground, before throwing herself on the bed, fighting back the tears that filled her eyes, trying to choke back the sobs in her throat.

Princess.

That was Michael's nickname for her when they dated. He would always call her Princess, because he always treated her like one. But in the end, Princess turned into something quite the opposite, something not so chaste.

"You've become nothing but one of them! Why you're … nothing but a dumb whore!"

Burying her face in the pillows, she allowed the tears and sobs to break through their dreams, and she choked against the material, "I'm not. I'm not a whore."

Michael had treated her like she was a porcelain doll, always careful when touching her, always tender and soft, never being rough or crude. He never even swore around her, even when enraged at one thing or another. She was his Princess, and he was supposed to be her Knight in Shining Armour. But, it seemed that 'happily ever after' never happened, and instead, it turned out to be very, very different.

She sobbed quietly into the pillows, fighting back the onslaught of memories of their breakup, and his cruel, cruel words. She could just see his face in her mind, the hatred and disgust glowing in his vibrant blue eyes, his mouth, once ever so kissable, lovable mouth, turned down and crooked into a frown of pure and utter rage.

Burying her face deeper against the pillow, she fought the memories with a strength that was once unknown to her, and, for the time being, succeeded in battling back the terrifying, heart wrenching memories.

It took her a moment to sit up, and upon doing so, the room span around in her vision, and she sat for a small period of time, before the urge to hyperventilate and sob anew was chained down and locked away in a tiny box in the deepest, darkest recess of her mind. She would not let anything bring her down, not now, not ever.

Standing, Mimi let her body adjust to the sudden physical movement, before she rummaged through her belongings, searching for something, anything to wear. Gathering a few of her more favoured clothes, Mimi then began to conspire.

Matt's little stunt with the towel, as well as the reference to her waltzing about in the nude, certainly deserved a little retaliation. She was, after all, Mimi Tachikawa, the Goddess of Revenge.

She smirked, the crude memories nothing but that, distant memories, as she planned.

Matt leaned against the sink, telephone to his ear as he ordered their dinner for the night. "Yes, and finally, I'd like the ebifurai maki, I want the 8-piece one. Yeah, that's all. You have my address, right? Okay, good. So, how long will it be? Okay, sounds good. Thanks, you too. Bye." (A/N: ebifurai maki is a fried-shrimp roll.)

Just as he put the phone down on the counter, he heard the guest bedroom door creak open. He let out a sigh of relief, having spent the last hour wondering just when the girl would come out of the room, thinking that maybe she hadn't matured one bit in the past ten years.

Turning to the fridge, he began to rummage through it, searching for his water container, and, as he yanked it out, placing it on the counter, he became very relieved that the counter was nearby.

Mimi stood in the living room; her back to him, wearing what he thought was the sexiest pair of leather pants he had ever seen. The pants were nearly skintight, and left almost nothing to the imagination, giving him the nicest view of her buttocks he figured that he would ever be allowed to see. It almost allowed him to see that she either A) wore a tiny thong, or B) nothing underneath the pants at all.

What surprised him more was that when she turned around, he discovered that she was wearing another one of those corsets he had already come to passionately love. Oh yes, Yamato Ishida was definitely developing some sort of corset fetish, because the one Mimi wore at the moment made him want to howl like a wild animal. It was a vibrant red, with a thin layer of black lace over it, and the tightness of the corset enhances her hourglass figure, while, at the same time, pushing her breasts to a near breaking point, causing the cleavage he has seen earlier, to look like it was nothing.

"Oh, well, Mimi, nice, uh, get-up. Are you going out or something?" Matt nearly choked out the words, trying hard to swallow, finding himself instantly parched, and desperately needing that glass of water. No, cancel that, he would need a jug, at least.

At the thought of the word 'jug', he thought the lovely word 'breast', and finally 'naked'. He wasn't sure how his mind came to that word in the end, but all he knew was that he was thinking the bad word. 'No, Yamato! Bad Yamato! Bad, bad word! That's a bad word!' He tried in vain to chastise himself, and only ended up thinking the word naked along with the name of a certain someone standing in his living room.

She smiled, and tossed back her curtain of hair. "Well, thank you Yamato. And no, I'm not going out. I wear stuff like this practically every day. The pants let you feel like you're not wearing any at all! It's so comfortable. You should get yourself a pair. Although," she then frowned, but a conspiratorial, devilish glimmer was in her eyes, "you wouldn't be able to wear anything underneath, unless you like to wear thongs. I mean, boxers would just ruin the effect."

Matt, who had currently been attempting to down that jug of water, choked, and nearly spat the liquid all over the counter. Upon regaining his breath, he managed to gasp out, "W… what?"

Mimi giggled, before seating herself at the television and turning it on. "Like I said, you wouldn't be able to wear anything underneath leather pants. Leather pants are tight for a reason, Matt." Her voice was similar to that of a teacher who was repeating herself for a student who obviously didn't pay attention.

Wiping his mouth, he just nodded. "Well, uh, I guess I won't be wearing leather pants any day soon, now will I?"

Her giggles turned into full-blown laughter at his comment, and, once it died down, she turned her attention on the television. Suddenly, the cheerful rosy colour in her cheeks turned into that of embarrassment. "Oh. Well, now."

Matt leaned forward to glance at the television, and nearly died. He forgot that he had pre-programmed the TV to automatically open on the pornography channel.

"Well, Matt, you watch some very interesting movies on TV. What channel is this, Venus?"

He goggled at Mimi, confused as to why Mimi, sweet, innocent Mimi, would know about the Venus Network. "Um, well, I, uh …"

She waved a hand at him. "Oh, Matt, it's all right. I mean, you are a grown man, after all. I guess you can watch porn if you … Oh, oh my."

Suddenly, Mimi's face paled, and she quickly fumbled for the remote, changing the channel immediately to something a little less … hardcore.

Arching a brow in confusion, Matt came over to stand near Mimi. "I guess you saw something you didn't want to see?"

The blush returned to her cheeks, and she looked up at him through those lovely, long, dark lashes of hers. "Of course. Why do you think I changed the channel?"

'Because there was something I didn't want you to see … ' she replied in her mind.

Nearly a week had passed since Mimi's arrival in Japan, and Christmas was growing nearer and nearer by the day. She found herself somewhat frustrated as to what to get the DigiDestined for Christmas, and she cursed at herself while standing in the large mall nearly Matt's apartment.

"Damn it, Mimi, you're usually done your Christmas shopping by December 15th! And what day is it? It's December 18th! The friggin' 18th of December, and you still haven't found the perfect presents yet!"

She chastised herself aloud for a brief period of time, wandering around the complex, at the moment, searching for something to give Jou and Koushiro. (A/N: Sorry, I must have misspelled Jou's name in Chapter 1.) So far, all she had in mind was some Encyclopedia of Germs for Jou, and some weird computer thing for Koushiro.

Standing off to the side, Mimi then spoke aloud. "Okay, girl, you know that Jou's trying to be a doctor. So why not get him some doctor-thing? Or something that will help him? Oh! I know what I'll get him!" She instantly scribbled the idea down on a piece of paper that had been lurking in her purse beside her pen. "Now, Izzy, uh, Izzy is a computer freak, I know that. He's Mr. Technology. So, what would the next Bill Gates want for Christmas? Shit, Meems, you know what he wants. Oh, of course! That's so obvious." The second idea went down underneath that of Jou's, and Mimi counted the total amount of gifts she needed.

"One, two … " all the way until "seven. Okay, I have seven ideas for seven different people. Now, Yamato, what the Hell do you want for Christmas?"

Mimi decided to leave that for last, and instead wandered around the mall, searching for the particular items on her list. She only had a few items left on her list when she passed a particular store, and couldn't help but gawk at the window display.

Suddenly, that gawk turned into a very sexual, very devilish smirk, before she headed inside. "I know exactly what I'm going to get Matt for Christmas!"

So, what did you guys think? I hope that it was up to par. I know I'm friggin' tired, and should have gone to bed long ago. But I felt bad, and decided to stay up, type this up, and lack a couple hours of sleep in the morning.

Who needs sleep, anyways?

So yes, still, not enough of Mimato development, but, obviously, Matt's falling for Mimi, hard. And he doesn't like the word naked. I wonder why? Could it be because he associates with a certain female living in the same apartment as him? Who knows? Haha.

Anyways, please, keep up with the kind reviews. I promise to update ASAP, but I'm going to be busy tomorrow, so I won't be able to update until Sunday.

Ciao.