Jyoumi Week Day 2: Water

Digimon does not belong to me, and neither does Love Actually.

The only reason this fanfic is rated [T] is because of this chapter. ;)

Chapter 2: Biology Essay

It was Saturday, and Jyou was sitting on the shady porch of a log cabin, far away from his university. He was gazing at a sparkling lake, and the sun was rising above pink clouds on the horizon. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair and he smiled. He held a pen in his hand; he had written twenty pages of his biology essay this morning. The peaceful environment was conducive for concentrating on homework.

Mimi had said that Jyou was out of his mind for bringing homework on their weekend camping trip. "You're missing the whole point of vacation!" she said. But Jyou had won that argument. He needed to finish this essay by Monday, and he had an incentive to finish it in the early morning. Then he and Mimi could spend the rest of the weekend boating and fishing together.

The sun had almost climbed out from beyond the mountains, and Jyou had almost finished his essay. He only needed to write a conclusion. It wouldn't be difficult work for him.

The wind sped up and almost picked up his handwritten pages off of the table; Jyou quickly pinned them down. Then the cabin door creaked open behind him and he heard a high-pitched yawn.

"Good morning Jyou," Mimi leaned over and kissed his head.

"You're awake! I mean, good morning!" Jyou looked up and smiled at her. "I'm almost finished."

"Awesome." Mimi pushed back her long, messy hair out of her face. She wore a loose-fitting T-shirt that read 'I love nerds' and pink pajama pants. In her hands she was holding a large, steaming mug. "I made you coffee," she whispered and held out the drink for him. She was truly a heavenly vision.

"Thank you!" Jyou exclaimed and hastily grabbed the coffee mug.

As soon as he let go of his papers, the wind picked them up again and tossed them off the table. The pages danced in the air and flew towards the lake.

"NO!" Jyou shouted. He spilled the coffee on his pants.

Mimi gasped and the wind swept her hair back over her face. "Ack!" She pulled the tangles out of her eyes, hopped off of the porch, and chased after the flying papers. "Come back!" she shouted. She snatched one page, and the rest floated into the water.

"No no NO NO NO! Aauugh I worked so hard on that!" Jyou yelled.

Mimi threw off her t-shirt and tossed it into the grass.

"Mimi what are you—MIMI!" Jyou gaped and then shielded his eyes.

Mimi pulled down her pants.

"Mimi don't do whatever you're thinking of doing!—"

Mimi dived into the water.

"Dammit! Damn damn—now I have to go in too or I'll look like an idiot," Jyou grumbled and yanked off his shirt.

Mimi stuck her head out of the lake, holding her shoulders and shivering. "SHIT IT'S COLD!"

"I'M SORRY!" Jyou apologized on behalf on the lake and ran forward, pulling down his pants as he went. Mimi turned her head away modestly, and missed seeing her boyfriend trip over a rock and fall into the lake. She only heard and felt the resulting splash.

"SHIT IT'S COLD!" Jyou shouted.

Mimi paddled forward and grabbed another page. "I told you to not bring your homework!"

"What part of 'It's due on Monday' do you not understand?!" Jyou found two more soaking papers. He could barely read his handwriting now. "No no no…" he whined.

"This had better be stellar writing!" Mimi insisted.

"It's actually terrible. I wrote the whole thing in four hours," Jyou admitted sheepishly.

Behind them, Gomamon waddled out of the cabin, yawning sleepily. He watched the humans shouting in the freezing water with some amusement. Then Palmon picked him up and threw him in the lake.

"Whoah!" Gomamon made a much smaller splash than his human partner. Within five seconds of his arrival, he summoned an army of fishes that scooped up the remaining essay pages and put them back in the correct order.

…

After thanking his digimon partner profusely, Jyou spent the rest of Saturday inside the cabin, where he meticulously copied his essay onto dry paper, out of the wind's reach.

Mimi nudged his shoulder. She wore a grouchy face and a towel draped over her shoulders. She held out another cup of coffee to him.

She was, if possible, an even more heavenly vision.

"I made you coffee again, you annoying nerd," she grunted.

"Thank you Mimi," he gingerly took the cup and drank it.

"You're welcome." She tilted his face back to hers and kissed him.