Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon.
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
Seven
Yamato left the following Friday. There had been an overdramatic leaving scene in the loft that, to the blonde's chagrin, Sora witnessed.
Takeru caught him in a huge bear hug while crying huge, wrenching anime sobs and telling him there'd be no way he could live without his great big brother. Daisuke glomped him from behind, turning it into one weird sugar induced group hug, and both ignored the older man's protests. Jyou merely raised an eyebrow as he filmed the scene for future generations of ADHD sufferers and Taichi and Sora snickered in a corner.
"Okay, that's enough," screamed Yamato as he forcibly broke away from the two idiots. "I'll miss you guys too…"
He ran a hand through his blonde locks and walked away from the two as fast as possible and still not look like he was running away for fear of his sanity. Muttering under his breath he grabbed Sora by the hand, surprising the woman, and practically dragged her out of the loft.
"I love your friends, Yamato. They're so awesome." He grumbled again and was about to pull his hand from her grasp when she latched on to it tighter. Ignoring his expression of pleasant surprise she fell into step beside him, but notably a little closer than necessary.
Yamato smirked to himself triumphantly. She was weakening!
It had been three days since Yamato had left to go on tour. Taichi was no closer than being in the company of sane individuals than he was before. Daisuke and Takeru bickered almost incessantly when they were both in the loft and each fight culminated with them nearly coming to blows and Daisuke pouting in a corner while Takeru watched reruns of The OC.
("Marissa no! She and Ryan were meant to be!")
On the other hand Jyou was hardly ever home and when he was he managed to stay low key in comparison to their two friends. Taichi liked Jyou…
His life at work wasn't really doing all the much better lately, either. He didn't want to name names but Mimi was the main reason for his continued displeasure of his livelihood. Her little stops by his office on the way to the boss's were by now a daily ritual which he found himself anticipating. The exchanged usually detailed witty banter, weird looks from the Ice Queen herself, and finally ending in her sudden disappearance.
The only change in that routine had happened earlier that day. And it was a rather strange disreprency in his mind, though he guessed it made some sort of sense in her own view.
"Here," she had said as she placed a styrofoam cup of coffee on his desk. A similar cup was clutched in her own finely manicured hand. He blinked and she asked, "You like coffee right?"
And before he could respond she had retreated down the hall as he sat in a confused haze. He still couldn't figure out what kind of insult was behind the coffee, because he was sure there was one. Did she not consider him awake enough? Maybe…Luckily though she had gone to her apartment in Kyoto and would be staying there for awhile.
He sighed again as his mind found another problem; Hikari had left three messages on his cell phone for him to call her immediately. She had been trying to tell him something two weeks previously but Daisuke had returned and she lost her nerve. It was obviously something very important, or she wouldn't go to the trouble, but he simply hadn't had time to call her.
Vowing to finally speak to her later on he stepped off the train and walked the two blocks to the bookstore owned by his friend's mother. The small, homey store was named Longbourn and was run by the widowed Izumi Yoshie, the adopted mother of his close friend Izumi Koushirou. Yoshie was kind, treating each and every customer as a member of her own family, and usually had fresh baked cookies for him. Since her husband had died a short two years ago he and Koushirou, who was a video game programmer, visited her as often as possible.
He schooled his features into a huge grin and stepped inside to the familiar chime of bells. This place was like a second home to him.
Thirty minutes later he exited the store with another of Mimi's books in hand; he didn't care what his friends had to say on this subject, the woman was intolerable but he had to admit she could tell a story. As he was just finishing a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie his cell phone rang.
He hastily answered and Takeru's worried voice bypassed greetings and jumped straight into a conversation. "Tai, Sora just called! Yamato got really sick."
And things had just been going so well…
Author's Notes: Mimi is going to be in the next chapter for longer I promise. Please read and review.