Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I wish I did. I could've made a better ending…a flying monkey could've made a better ending.

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 Five

If there was one thing Yagami Taichi was good at it was knowing how to sustain a grudge. For the remainder of the weekend, if anyone dared to bring up 'she-who-will-remain-unnamed' he'd launch into a tirade. During these rants Yamato would roll his eyes, Jyou would tune him out, Daisuke attempted to memorize all the new phone numbers he had collected, but Takeru was either the bravest or the dumbest out of them all by daring to speak back to him.

"You know Tai, you talk about Mimi a lot for someone you hate," the younger blonde broke in when Taichi had stopped to take a breath.

The brunette glared at him. "No, I don't!" Takeru barely suppressed a laugh and the other three glanced up from what they were doing, becoming interested. "I don't!"

"Yes, you do. You're always going on about how arrogant she is, or how insulting, or how you can't believe that Sora would actually be friends with her." He shrugged and continued, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were attracted to her."

"I am not!"

He held up his hands in front of him, showing that he was backing off. "Okay, okay…but I think this is interesting. Let me ask you something. If she hadn't insulted you would you have asked her out?"

Taichi grumbled and turned to glare at the television as it started showing a re-run of Dawson's Creek which Takeru had turned on by 'accident' and had only left on because Taichi distracted him by ranting about Mimi. He snorted; Takeru was such a hopeless romantic. The blonde usually ended up having his hopes shot down and being broken up with but he always took it in stride, thinking he'd find 'the one' someday.

He inwardly smirked. Takeru could put Hallmark out of business with his sweet but reaching optimism.

Taichi was still not over the incident on Monday when he went back to work. He spent his entire morning in an awful mood as he had to finish editing Mimi's manuscript and had caused a poor intern to burst into hysterical tears as he yelled at her for spilling coffee on his desk. Cursing under his breath he handled the manuscript as though it did him a grave personal injury and was tallying all the ways to main and or kill someone when his friend and co-worker came in.

Motomiya-Kido Jun was Daisuke's older sister, three years older than himself, and had grown quite pretty over the years. She was tall and curvy with maroon hair falling a few inches past her shoulders, warm brown eyes that gleamed with laughter, and a round face. She wore a navy pants suit with a pearl pin and very little makeup.

She had been a terror when they had been growing up; she had chased Yamato everywhere, trying to get a date with him, but eventually realized he wasn't really her type anyway. A few years later after she had spent some time growing up and changing her look she had met one of Jyou's brothers and the rest was history.

"What's eating you? Did the government outlaw soccer?"

"Ha ha. You're so funny, Jun." She sat across from him, giving him a look, and he sighed and told her about what happened on Friday. "God she's such a bitch!"

"She can't be that bad."

"Yes, she is. She's the most arrogant, most self-centered, most impossible woman I've ever met!"

"Oh, come now. There must be something you like about me."

At the unexpected interruption they both turned their attention to the entrance where Tachikawa Mimi herself was leaning against the door frame. To Taichi's surprise her cinnamon orbs staring at him from over her Channel sunglasses were amused and she was doing her best to suppress a smirk. There was nothing in her demeanor to suggest she was offended in the slightest about his remarks.

As he searched his brain for a reply he mentally cursed the heavens that she was good looking. Her honey hair wad loose and flowing with a few tendrils spilling across her face and like Jun she wore little makeup but she didn't need the enhancements. She wore a soft pink blouse with the first couple top buttons undone giving him a nice view from his position, a silver necklace fell out of her shirt to dangle in front of her, a long black skirt, and black sandals that gave her a few inches to her height. Why couldn't she be ugly with frizzy hair, big teeth, and bad skin?

He finally found his voice. "I like how you don't give a fuck about what people think of you and that you always tell people exactly what you think without sparing their feelings. And you're not exactly bad looking." He glared at her and finished, "But aside from that, nothing."

He stormed out, brushing past her, and down the hall to take his lunch break.

He didn't notice that she stared after him with amusement and growing interest.

Author's Notes: That's it for now. There'll be more next time. Please read and review.