Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. If I did things would've been very different.

When they say you're
not that strong
Well you're not that weak
It's not your fault
When you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
There's nothing left to prove
Nothing I won't do
Nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here
-"Not Enough," Our Lady Peace

Not Enough
Chapter Four

The two newcomers, especially the woman, had created quite a stir among the party guests. Sora had practically been hounded to disclose their identities which she eventually did out of irritation. His name was Michael Roberts and she was Tachikawa Mimi.

From what he could pick up here and there, Michael's father had been a famous action movie star and the younger man had followed in his footsteps. And from the looks the blonde actor had been sending Mimi, which the woman either didn't notice or was ignoring, he was a little more than interested in her. To Taichi's grim satisfaction Michael appeared to be getting just a tiny bit frustrated as the beautiful brunette continued to take his flirting as only entirely friendly.

Mimi was the same person that had written the book series that Taichi had just gotten into. Her series was extremely popular, rumors of it being adapted into a movie were abundant, and with the money she had a home in New York, where she usually lived, and an apartment in Tokyo. But she was rich even before that as her father, Tachikawa Keisuke, had been the CEO of a multimillion dollar company located in the United States, Asia, and Europe. She was also Sora's best friend since childhood.

After learning who exactly the woman was he fought off the impulse to yelp and bombard her with questions like a fan boy. Especially since Mimi already didn't appear to be too enthused about being there in the first place; Taichi had a sneaking suspicion that her two friends had dragged her here.

She was frowning, he noted, as a swarm of people surrounded her, dragging her into a conversation. He was barely able to stifle his laughter as she answered every question fired out her curtly, bluntly with no regard of people's feelings. Defiance tinged her cinnamon orbs and he could tell even though she was losing the favor of the automatons she seemed to care less.

He had followed her with his eyes making sure to keep his distance, but still staying close enough to be able to hear her melodious voice when she spoke. His friends were off busy with their own pursuits. Yamato and Sora appeared to be in a very animated conversation about different types of music and neither seemed like they wanted to be interrupted, Daisuke was chatting up about five or so women, Takeru was rolling his eyes' at his friend's antics, and Jyou was discussing directors with a small group of people.

He had been approached by a few women, each a little more shameless than the last, but he had only made a few minutes of polite conversation before excusing himself. Women who threw themselves without any thought of dignity at men were a dime a dozen and frankly weren't worth his time and effort.

So he sat at the edge of the room in one of those folding chairs, with a drink in one hand, and lost himself in his thoughts. He was so immersed in his own world he only noticed that Mimi was leaving with Sora trialing behind trying to stop her until the two were only a few feet away from him.

"C'mon Mimi! Just stay for a little longer. You'll have fun, trust me."

Mimi rolled her eyes. "I seriously doubt that. You had to drag me here remember?"

"Yes, and it was completely necessary. I'm worried about you, Meems. You're always working anymore, it's not healthy."

"I just started another book!"

"Whatever. C'mon there's got to be someone you like here. If you'd just stop and not look like you're about to rip someone's head off, some of these guys would come up to you."

She frowned. "Please. The best looking man at this party is wrapped around your little finger."

Sora blushed and Taichi inwardly cheered; it looked like Yamato had a better chance at winning her over than they had all previously thought. Though embarrassed the band manager was not one to give up easily.

"What about Taichi? He's Yamato's best friend and about as handsome as he is. Look, he's right over there."

He quickly turned his face, pretending to be interested in something going on across the room, as Mimi sized him up. "Well, he's cute, all give you that, but nothing too special. Besides he's just sitting there by himself…I'm not interested in anyone without enough brain power to hold a conversation."

And with that she exited and left Sora shaking her head at her retreating back. Taichi, face burning with anger, didn't turn to look, but he registered each clap of her heels against the floor with a growing temper. He was grinding his teeth together about to storm out when a hand fell on his shoulder.

He jumped and stared up into the apologetic face of Sora. "I'm sorry you had to hear that Taichi. Mimi…she doesn't always think before she says something, but she doesn't mean to hurt people's feelings. She's just…brutally honest."

He nodded, acting like her understood, but as soon as she walked away he continued to glare up at the ceiling. In his mind though Mimi was prettier than Sora, the later had her beat in all other areas. She was funny, nice, and considerate of other people's feelings unlike a certain writer he could mention.

He wondered how someone as nice as Sora wanted to have a best friend like Mimi.

"She can't be that bad," countered Yamato as he tuned his precious guitar. He and Taichi were the only ones in the loft that Saturday as Takeru and Jyou had work to do and Daisuke had abandoned them all yesterday in the company of a black haired woman.

Taichi scowled and in a tone of voice pitched higher than normal, he recited, "Well, he's cute, I'll give you that, but nothing too special. Besides he's just sitting there by himself…I'm not interested in someone without enough brain power to hold a conversation."

Yamato bit his lower lip as Taichi viciously turned on the television and began flicking through the channels vigorously. He had a high opinion of Sora and didn't want it to be lowered by her having a poor taste in friends. Friendship was extremely important to him and it always would be.

"Maybe she was just having a bad day or something," he reasoned with a shrug. "Tai you met her what, once, and already you're about to burn her at the stake. She could just be bad at first impressions."

"Whatever," replied Taichi and Yamato rolled his eyes. His friends drove him completely insane sometimes. Taichi could be far too judgmental and stubborn, Jyou was avoidant and hid behind his camera, Takeru was far too optimistic about people and usually was in for disappointment, and well Daisuke was a human Seven Eleven.

He wasn't always doing business but he was always open.

Author's Notes: I'm sorry it was kind of shorter than usual, but I couldn't think of anything else after that last line. The next ones should be longer. Please read and review.