"You made that position up."

"Come on. Mimi moved back from America; I can't have her be the only Digidestined in the school not on the team."

"But Student Cheer Person?"

"I admit I wasn't at my most creative coming up with that title, but you have to admit she's perfect for the job. Miyako is already the historian, and there aren't any other positions left."

"And the principal agreed to let you add her in?"

"I've found if I talk fast enough, long enough, and be annoying enough, she'll let me do whatever I want, within reason, just to get rid of me. For the most part, she only asks me if anyone is going to die. If the answer is no, then I pretty much have the green light. How do you think I've managed to pull all this off so far?"

"Ask forgiveness rather than permission?"

"Won't say that's not part of it, too."

"...If Jou was still around and our siblings and the rest of the young ones were old enough, you'd bring them in as well, wouldn't you?"

"Heck yes, I would. DD forever!"

- Yamato and Taichi, at the Student Council Room, after the second trimester began and Mimi moved back to Odaiba

The students of Odaiba High School had never encountered someone quite like Mimi Tachikawa.

In truth, they didn't know what to make of her.

They hadn't learned yet that you don't make something of Mimi Tachikawa. You either shut up and listened or moved the heck out of the way before she bowled you over.

Their first encounter with the girl went as follows.

The first day of the second trimester dawned bright and crisp. There was a bit of grudging acceptance as the students walked back into school. Summer vacation was always hard to leave behind. But the excitement of seeing classmates buzzed among the student body. Many of them hadn't seen each other since Taichi's hot springs vacation (or longer if they were part of the fortunate few who didn't take part). Greetings and squeals of girls rang across the air. The students milled about the courtyard, reluctant to move into the classrooms. Which was why many of them were witness to the event that was about to occur.

Once two certain individuals entered the school grounds, there was a subtle shift in the air. Friends nudged each other and whispers flew in a wave away from the school gate.

Yamato Ishida, THE Yamato Ishida, Student Council Vice President, local idol, and cool boy extraordinaire, strolled through the school gates with the innate confidence that a lot of people associated with him. This in and of itself was not in any way a surprise to anyone. What was unusual was the petite brunette that walked by his side with her arm wrapped around his own. She was talking animatedly, gesturing wildly with her free hand. It wasn't her looks that had many in a silent uproar (though those were nothing to sneeze at). Even the most offended of girls could admit she was pretty enough to be there. It wasn't even the fact that her arm was around his. Some of the bolder fans had tried that before. The rest took comfort in the fact that he'd always looked uncomfortable with the action and tried to escape as soon as possible.

This time was different. There was no visible sign that Yamato wanted to escape her presence. Indeed, in his expression, in his smile, there was what could only be described as a fond tolerance. (Many just skipped over the tolerant part and went straight for the fondness.) As if this was something he had experienced many times before and he didn't exactly mind enduring it. Across the school yard, questions were being asked.

"Who is she?"

"Who is that girl?"

"Is she new? I've never seen her before."

"What's her name?"

"She looks kind of familiar, don't you think?"

"What class is she in?"

"Who is that girl hanging on my Yamato Ishida? Who does she think she is?"

That last one was from one of the more extreme groupies of Yamato's band.

A few people admitted to thinking that she looked familiar. No one managed to come up with a name.

A familiar boisterous laugh rang throughout the courtyard. Almost before they could wrap their mind around what was going on, the auburn-haired girl stopped in what appeared to be mid-sentence. She looked toward the source of the sound, which was none other than a certain brown haired boy standing with his soccer mates. A bright smile (that got none too few hearts of the male population thumping) blossomed on her face.

She slipped out of Yamato's arm and raced across the yard yelling something that most couldn't make out. (Those well versed in the language of high pitch girl scream knew it to be "Taiiiiiiiiichiiiiiiiii!")

To the utter astonishment of those looking, the girl no one knew pounced onto the back of none other than the Student Council President himself, Taichi Yagami. Who reacted to the girl squeezing her arms around his neck with the exact same fondness that Yamato had. Those closest were privileged to hear this conversation between the two.

"Good morning, Taichi. I heard you went to a hot spring without me."

"Mimi, you lived in America for years. We did a lot of things without you. And it's not like the whole gang went either."

"All the more reason we should go again. You know with just us. Please, Taichi?"

Taichi sighed. "Yeah, sure. Why don't—"

"Oh, there he is. Gotta run! You're the best, Taichi!" And without waiting for Taichi to finish talking, she jumped off his back and was weaving through the crowd of the school yard again. (The ones still watching Taichi got to witness their president rubbing a hand across his face.)

By now, some of the students were convinced they were watching a typhoon trapped in a girl's body. Most people in the yard were observing the unknown girl. At the very least, they were watching out of the corner of their eyes. So, almost everyone witnessed this scene:

The girl came to a halt by one Koushiro Izumi.

Koushiro Izumi gave the girl the typical morning greeting.

The girl leaned in and whispered something in Koushiro Izumi's ear.

Koushiro Izumi's eyes widened in shock.

The girl kissed Koushiro Izumi on the cheek.

Which soon after became the same color as his hair.

The girl grinned like the cat that got the cream.

The student body was then blessed with a sight many had never seen before: Koushiro Izumi, flustered.

Three questions begged for answers.

One: Who was this girl?

Two: What happened this summer?

Three: And how in the name of all that is holy did she come to be on such familiar terms with every male member of the student council? THE Student Council. Possible secret superheroes (that rumor had not died yet) student council members.

There wasn't shock left to be had when she twirled away from Koushiro only to link arms with Miyako Inoue. The two girls proceeded to chat each other's ears off as they entered the school building.

Needless to say, when it was announced in home room the next day that Mimi Tachikawa had joined the student council as the Student Cheer Person, the student body began to understand.

She was One of Them.

Because everyone knew there was an Us and Them when it came to the student council. Even the student council. The difference was that the student council members (AKA the Digidestined) were unaware that the rest of the student body knew this. Even if the students still hadn't figured out the exact reason why the distinction was there.

They still didn't know what to make of her. They didn't know how it had happened. But somehow Mimi Tachikawa was one of…whatever it was the student council members were. (The student body couldn't come to a consensus and new theories would still run rampant every once and a while.)

Even the most disgruntled students could let go of her friendliness with the boys after they found that out.