“Courting Miss Mimi”
Story Written by Freedom Fighter

Table of Contents:
P - Prologue
1 - In Love with the New Girl - Michael’s POV
2 - More Than Just Friends? - Matt’s POV
3 - The Argument - Izzy’s POV
4 - The Perfect Girl - Joe’s POV
5 - Sisterly Love - Yolei’s POV
6 - The Day Everyone Fell in Love with Me - Mimi’s POV

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Part 1, Chapter 6 - The Day Everyone Fell in Love with Me
(As told by Mimi, in her point of view)

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Well folks, the big day of discovery has arrived.

What exactly is Mimi in for when she arrives at the airport? Who will be the first to put
their arms around her? And how will the rest of the gang react? Well, the only way to
find out is to keep reading, folks!

I bet you can’t wait to see the look on Mimi’s face! Me neither...

Disclaimer: This fanfic is brought to you by Saban, the official dubbers of “Digimon:
Digital Monsters,” no matter how good (or bad) of a job you think they are doing.
Speaking of which, Sora is attempting to sue them for giving Mimi more air time than
her. Yeesh... as if being a tennis superstar wasn’t enough for her...

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July 14th, 4:30 p.m. (Tokyo Standard Time), Somewhere Over the Pacific Ocean

I quietly yawned to myself. We had left Los Angeles a few hours ago, after an hour long
stop there... which personally, I thought was useless since I had gotten tickets on a plane
that didn't require a transfer there.

But after we were in the air, I was content with sitting back and relaxing with the time I
had left before the plane was scheduled to land in Tokyo. In fact, I should be sleeping
right now. It’s two thirty in the morning according to my Digivice. Oh yeah, that’s
right... it’s still set for Eastern Standard Time.

Let’s see... if I’m right, we should land there around five in the morning, New York time.
But then that makes it seven in the evening in Tokyo, right? I hope so... ‘cause that’s the
time I told Izzy and the others I was coming in.

I yawned again and contentedly settled on Michael’s lifeless body next to me. Okay, so
he wasn’t exactly lifeless. He was breathing, but fast asleep. He must be comfortable,
resting his head on that pillow of his, which is on the window. Although I can say that he
can’t be comfortable with his back arched the way it is. I’d sure be uncomfortable in his
spot. But mine isn’t any better. Because I’m sitting in the seat by the aisle, I have to
sleep sitting up. And this pillow behind my head isn’t making things any better, either.

Hmmm... maybe I should have waited a couple more weeks to get enough money for
seats in first class. Then again, two ordinary teenagers probably would feel out of place
with all the businessmen, diplomats, and whomever else may travel up there.

It’s too late to worry about all of that, though. Right now, I need to focus on getting
some sleep. But I just can’t! Maybe it’s because I’ll be seeing the old gang for the first
time since moving. Tai, Matt, Sora, Izzy, Joe, TK, and Kari too! And those new
Digidestined as well. Davis, Yolei, and Cody... those were their names, I think.

That reminds me... I hope to learn more about Yolei. She seemed very interested in me
the first time I saw the group a few weeks ago. I’m dying to find out why. I also have
somewhat of an interest in Cody. He seems so quiet and introverted... kinda like how Joe
and Izzy were when we in the Digiworld three years ago. If it’s any consolation, at least
he doesn’t freak out at the sight of blood or keep his nose stuck in his computer.

Don’t even ask about Davis... I can tell right off the bat what a person’s like when I meet
them for the first time before they even open their mouth. He’s similar to Tai in a way...
but at least Tai was bearable! Davis seems too impulsive, sometimes opening his big
mouth before he even thinks of the consequences. That, and his infatuation with Kari.
Doesn’t he know Kari and TK were meant to be together? Then again, I think those two
are the only ones who don’t know that. Well, them and Davis, naturally.

Let’s see... what else did Izzy tell me about the gang? Oh yeah...

I heard Sora and her mom are hanging out together a lot more. I’m glad that they finally
reconciled their differences. But seriously, I was probably the last person to think that
Sora would work at a flower shop! Three years ago she would’ve thought of that as
unbearable. With her being a tomboy and everything. I think Tai liked Sora because of
that. But I wonder how he feels now that Sora has grown up and explored her feminine
side a bit more.

Speaking of Tai, I heard he’s still the best when it comes to soccer. Izzy told me that
Tai’s even shown some of the varsity high school players a few things. I wouldn’t be
surprised if I see Tai playing soccer on the national team in five years or so.

Matt, Joe, and Izzy have changed a lot too. Matt plays the guitar in his own band.
They’re good, I heard. Joe actually decided to go through with his dad’s wishes and
actually become a doctor! That’s pretty surprising. And Izzy... now that you mention it,
Izzy’s still Izzy. Doing all of that stuff on his computer that I really don’t understand. I
could never spend as much time on the computer as he does. Unless I was chatting with
my friends. That’s different.

I pull a picture out of my pocket. In it, I see the five of them. From left to right, it’s
Sora, Joe, Tai, Matt, and Izzy. They’re all dressed in those green school uniforms of
theirs. Seriously, what type of school has green uniforms? Yuck!

You know, I just thought of something. I wonder how Matt is feeling after I dumped him
last year. I know... a few of my friends would probably be angry at me. I know they’d
say something along the lines of ‘You dumped a guy that cute? Are you nuts?’

Now, if one of them were to ask me that question right now, I’d probably say that I was
nuts. I can’t believe how big of a mistake that was! I’m not saying that Matt is my one
and only, so to speak, but that this guy was such a jerk. Just thinking about the guy
makes me regret the day I introduced myself to him...

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Flashback - September 4, 2000, Maple Birch High School

It was my first day of seventh grade. You see, I had gone to a private school to finish my
last two years of elementary school. But then my parents realized that it cost too much to
go there. That, and the fact that I was completely failing English. What do you expect?
I’m from Japan!

Anyway, I was free to wear whatever I wanted. Of course, my number one outfit was
that long pink dress that I wore in the Digiworld all those years ago. You know, the one
with the matching gloves, the tan colored hat, and the white shoes. The one I’m amazed
still fit me at that time. Sigh... I guess I’m what science would call a late bloomer.

But back on topic. At first sight, I look like an ordinary seventh grader, entering high
school for the first time. You know what that means... I’m a target for every senior class
prank you can think of, and then some. But usually incoming seventh graders have
someone from their elementary school here with them, so they already have an
established friend or two. Being the only transfer from a private school to a public
school among the incoming seventh graders has its distinct disadvantages.

Speaking of being a target...

“Hey you! The girl in pink!”

I glance ahead of me and see a half dozen guys, all dressed in leather, staring me down.
My first thought was that they were seniors. Yikes! My second thought was that they
were all members of a local gang. Double yikes! What did I do to deserve this? I’m
only twelve!

I tried to ignore them as I walked past, but then they started whistling and calling me pet
names and other stuff like that. Being the bearer of the Crest of Sincerity, I was about to
give them a piece of my mind. Unfortunately, someone stepped in my way. A light
skinned, auburn haired girl with pigtails, to be exact. She was dressed in a sunshine
yellow tank top and a short white skirt. If I didn’t know any better, she knew these guys.

“Manny!” she yelled at the leader, the one who had made the first pass at me.

“Angela!” Manny exclaimed, stepping back as if he was afraid of her or something.

“You guys always have to pick on the seventh graders, don’t you?”

“That’s what twelfth graders do, Angie!”

Angela grumbled to herself. Something tells me she didn’t like to be called Angie.

“You should know,” she retorted, “that’s what you’ve been for the past three years!”

The others began to snicker, until Manny turned and glared at them. They quickly
retract.

“Well,” Manny replied, “I think this will be the year I get out of this godforsaken place.”

“Class of 2001, eh? Tell you what... I’m graduating this year too, so if I see you at MSG
in June, I’ll be your girl forever. Okay?”

Manny began to jump for joy. “Sure thing! I’ll be there!”

Angela smirked as she began to pull me away from them. “We’ll see.”

“By the way, can I have that girl you’re holding until you’re available?”

“Get a life.”

I couldn’t believe it! Angela stood up to those guys like she was their mother! Wait...
did she just say she was graduating this year? That’s just great... one minute I’m being
taunted by one senior. The next, I’m being dragged to who knows where by another!

“I apologize for that,” she said to me, still pulling me along. “Manny and his gang are a
bunch of punks. Anyone who associates with them can expect a few run-ins with the
police before they graduate from here.”

“Oh,” I replied, not knowing how to respond. “I could’ve handled it myself.”

“Girl, don’t kid yourself. A seventh grader trying to talk down a senior? That’s like my
baby brother trying to tell me to do his half of the chores and saying that he’ll make up
for it. It never happens!”

“I see...”

“Anyway, I’m Angela. Angela Allison Abercrombie. Yeah, I know, that makes my
initials AAA. You won’t believe how many people make jokes of it.”

“Huh? Why would they make fun of you because your initials are AAA?”

Angela stopped and gave me a strange look. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Well, I lived here in the Bronx area for the past two years, but I went to a private
school.”

“And before then? You’ve got quite the accent, I’ll tell ya that. But I can’t quite place
my finger on where you’re from.”

“Oh. I’m from Japan, actually. The Odaiba district of Tokyo, to be exact.”

“Tokyo? You mean you’re an exchange student?”

“No... my family moved here two years ago after something that had happened there.”

“Bad neighborhood, huh?”

I laughed nervously. “You could say that.” What? You expect me to tell her that
Digimon invaded Tokyo and started wreaking havoc while Myotismon, a vampire
Digimon, hunted for the eighth Digidestined, Tai’s sister, Kari? Like she’d believe me.
Heck, my parents still didn’t believe it. That’s why we moved. They were afraid that
something like that might happen again.

“Well, NY ain’t any better, sister.”

“I don’t know why my parents picked New York. I would’ve been satisfied with Hawaii.
We went there for a vacation the summer before we moved here.”

“No offense, but I don’t have time for your life story. We’re going to be late if we don’t
hurry. By the way, seventh graders are assigned homerooms in the lower gym.”

“How do I get there?”

She stops right by the door entering the multi-purpose room. I later found out that one of
the purposes of the room was as a cafeteria. Anyway...

“Go to the end of this hall and make a right. Turn right after the first set of double
doors, through another set, and head downstairs. The entrance to the lower gym is on
your right at the bottom.”

“Thanks!”

“By the way, I never did catch your name.”

“My name’s Mimi. Mimi Tachikawa.”

She gave me a puzzled look before shaking her head in disbelief. “Let’s just call you
Mimi for now, okay?”

“Um... sure.”

“By the way, I’ve got some great friends I’d like you to meet. You doin’ anything after
school?”

“No.”

“Good! Meet me out in the courtyard at two forty five.”

“Courtyard?”

“Don’t worry... you’ll find it. Gotta go... good luck on your first day, Mimi!”

With that, Angela goes into the multi-purpose room to join her friends. I follow the
seventh graders down to the lower gym. There, we were assigned homerooms and
lockers. We also got our class schedules. The classes weren’t so bad, but lunch bothered
me. My lunch wasn’t until one fifteen! And then they only give us twenty five minutes.

I was much happier after school that day, though. Despite the fact that some of my
teachers assigned me homework already, I had gotten to know a good number of seventh
grade girls. A few of them had heard about the school’s fashion club and were debating
whether or not to try and join. If only I didn’t have that commitment to meet Angela.

I got a pleasant surprise, though. It turns out that Angela was the president of the fashion
club! They were having their yearly orientation meeting today and I was personally
invited to it! That’s as good as actually being a member already! Not that becoming a
member was that hard. You had to be good looking, not extremely smart or as dumb as a
doornail, and wear the hippest clothes.

Believe it or not, that was the day I got my makeover. This is how I became the new
Mimi Tachikawa. They picked out the red, white, and blue blouse with a star across the
chest. They picked out the matching white skirt to go with it. The tennis shoes they got
me weren’t bad, either. They also picked over a dozen other outfits, just for me and the
other seventh graders. Taking it one step further, they re-did all of our hair and showed
us how to take good care of our skin, nails, and body. I couldn’t even believe they were
going to dye my hair pink! Not to mention put yellow star stickers all through it. I
thought it was weird... the only girls that have pink hair are the ones I saw on television
when I was young. I thought it was something only girls in cartoons had. Boy, was I
wrong.

But then, I got the shock of my life...

Angela and a few of the others, including Cissy, one of the girls in my life science class,
walked with me home. I guess they wanted to see what my house looked like. On the
way, we ran into this fine young boy. He was dressed in a suit and top hat and
everything! He looked like a high schooler, but none of the older girls knew him.

What happened next was quite a blur. The guy had walked over to us and asked if he
could speak to me. He then began complimenting me on just about everything. I was
blushing so much I could swear the blood was rushing to my head!

It turned out that the guy was Phil Fitzgerald. Okay, not the most original name, but a
name’s a name. He was a sophomore at our school, but he had transferred here from
someplace called Bismarck, North Dakota... wherever that is. His dad was in the United
States army, so he had been raised to be one of the most refined gentlemen of his
generation ever. I fell instantly in love with him.

Back then, of course, I was still having my daily chats with both Matt and Izzy. I didn’t
dare tell them about Phil, though. I wasn’t sure how they would react.

Angela and the others occasionally warned me about guys like him... that this was all just
an act, so they could get on my good side. Then, when I least expected, they’d swoop in
and go all out. That’s what they called a ‘one and out’ syndrome. In simpler terms, as I
see it, one night and then he’s gone for good.

Of course, being me and not knowing anything about American boys... did I mention my
private school was an all-girls school... I went ahead without any worries.

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Our first official date was September 15th... the day I stopped my regular talks with Matt
and Izzy. I still kept in touch with Sora, though. Although I’m sure that neither of them
ever thought about asking Sora where I had been all that time. Anyway, things went as
normal as can be. We had dinner together, went to see a movie, and then he dropped me
off at home. I also had my first kiss that night. A short one, but a kiss nevertheless.

Over the next few weeks, the relationship between Phil and I blossomed. Almost every
guy in school was cheering Phil on for ‘scoring’ with a seventh grader, while every girl in
school reprimanded me for dating someone older than me. But we didn’t care. As long
as we were both happy, nothing else mattered.

Then came that fateful night...

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It was a Saturday night, about two months after our first date. We had done the regular
routine... dinner, movie, and a ride home, ended with a kiss. But Phil wanted much more
than a kiss now. I don’t remember the exact words that we exchanged, but it went a little
something like this...

“Oh, Mimi. We’ve been dating for two months now and I think it’s time we take our
relationship to the next level.”

“Next level, Phil? What do you mean next level?”

“You don’t know? This is the part where we go up to your room and do the dirty bird! I
thought you were a smart girl!”

“I don’t know what a dirty bird is, but it can’t be good!”

“Oh, come on baby! You bet it’s good! You’ll enjoy it!”

“No, I won’t! Phil!”

“Phil what? Come on! I’ve pampered you for two months now! You’ve gotten everything
you wanted! Isn’t it time that I get what I deserve?”

“I know what you think you deserve and I don’t think you deserve it.”

“What?”

“You said I’m smart, right? Well, I’m smart enough to know that it’s a crime to sleep
with a minor! And you know that a minor is anyone under 18!”

“No one has to know, baby! It’s just you, me, and...

“Me.”

Both Phil and I turn and see my father standing at the doorway. He had obviously heard
our little argument and was going to do something about it.

“Phil,” he began, pointing at him, “If I ever see you around my daughter again, I’ll have
you arrested for sexual harassment!”

“You don’t have the guts to do that!” Phil yelled back.

“Oh yeah?” He yells back into the house. “Honey! Call 911!”

At that point, Phil began to panic. He did the only thing he could do... run home. Once
he was out of site, I completely collapsed into my dad’s waiting arms. Once inside, my
parents tried to console me and give me a lesson on life. It was well worth it.

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I never saw Phil again. Unfortunately, my new outfits began attracting every available
guy in school... excluding teachers, of course. Oh, and not just seniors either. From
fellow classmates to the football team’s star quarterback, they were all after me. I
couldn’t stand all the attention. It died down after Angela and my parents gave me a few
more tips about being a girl in high school. Nowadays, the only guys that ogled at me
every time I walked past them were those that were desperate, those that were geeks, or
those that were complete jerks. Not any better, I assure you, but at least I didn’t have
someone either following me or trying to get a feel of me every five seconds.

But through it all, I keep thinking of how Phil had attempted to take advantage of me...
and how much I missed Matt, Izzy, Joe, and the others...

End flashback

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Man, if I ever meet another guy like that, I’ll slap him right across the face. I don’t care
if it gets me suspended or even expelled from school. I’m tired of guys like him. The
first thing they do before they even attempt to say hello is look me over using their eyes.
Half of the time I’m sure they’re trying to do that while simultaneously imagining that
I’m not wearing any clothes! Now how perverted is that?

And then, instead of politely introducing themselves, they try to seduce me using a
pick-up line. Honestly, how many times does that actually work? Trust me... if you’ve
heard one pick-up line, you’ve heard them all. And some of those lines are so twisted
and dirty that I’d probably do more than smack the guy who said them.

Heck, I even got one guy, a junior on the school football team, kicked off, as well as
expelled. That happened when I found this picture in my locker of him and me actually
‘doing it.’ Ick! I was so horrified! Even freakier still, he had drawn me exactly to
proportion! Of course, a certain body part of his was exaggerated...

So how did I know it was him? Well, let me just say that blondes aren’t the only ones
who are stupid. Jocks are just as bad... if not worse. The idiot not only signed his name,
he wrote it in english, put the number of his jersey on it, and a personal description of
himself! I mustn’t forget the fact that he drew the picture on one of his dad’s letterheads.
Can you imagine a guy who works for CBS raising a son like this guy? Needless to say, I
was not turned on by this gesture of courtship.

I began to feel normal once I started hanging out with kids my age. We all tended to stay
away from the upperclassmen, just so we wouldn’t get roped into any of their schemes.
My life was back to the way it was before that first trip to the Digiworld more than three
years ago. But I couldn’t help but wonder what had become of Palmon.

My prayers were answered a few months ago. While walking down the hall after school,
I began to hear this strange beeping noise...

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Flashback - May 23, 2001, Maple Birch High School, 3:05 p.m.

I was by the computer lab when the beeping began. I opened my bookbag and surprisingly
found my Digivice in there.

“I thought I had left this on my nightstand this morning! Why did I bring it?”

All of a sudden, I realized that it was my Digivice that was beeping. As I aimed it at the
computer lab, it began to beep even louder. For some reason, I was feeling curious that
day, so I decided to go in. My Digivice led me to one of the computer terminals.

That’s when I remembered the e-mail that Izzy had sent me a week or two ago. He had
said that some human calling himself the Digimon Emperor had gained access to the
previously locked Digiworld. This ‘Digimon Emperor’ was making slaves out of the
Digimon while simultaneously sculpting the Digiworld to his liking. When I had first
read it, I couldn’t believe. All that we had fought for three years ago was being nullified
before our very own eyes. The weird thing is that only Tai has been able to access the
Digiworld. TK, Kari, and the other new kids have new Digivices that grant them easy
access. It made me wonder... could my Digivice be useless now as well?

I decided to give it a shot. I aimed my Digivice at the computer screen. The screen
began to light up before I was suddenly sucked in. I was amazed that it worked, which
was quite a relief after finding out what Izzy said was real. Oh, I guess I should’ve
mentioned that I had gone back home to Tokyo by myself last weekend.

This time around, I got a chance to fully survey the damage done by the Digimon
Emperor. Palmon gave me a tour around her area.

We made the best of the afternoon, though. We spent some time catching up on what we
had been doing, without having to worry about getting attacked by a Digimon. Believe it
or not, the whole thing only took an hour. I said goodbye to Palmon and headed home.

Of course, I didn’t expect what happened next.

I had just come out of the monitor. Without thinking to check of making sure I was
alone, I said my good-byes to Palmon.

“Thanks for the help, Mimi!” Palmon told me cheerfully.

“You’re welcome!” I responded, smiling. “Now don’t forget to help out the new kids if
they need it. They can’t let their inexperience be their doom! They have to defeat that
evil emperor! They just have to!”

“Don’t worry Mimi. I’ll do my best to keep that emperor from putting up any control
spires in this area.”

“Thanks Palmon. Good luck!”

After signing off, I began to head towards the door so I could go home. As I reached for
the doorknob, I felt as there was someone in the room. I was going to kick myself for
that. I’d probably have to explain it to them and that could take hours! And I wanted to
go home now! At that moment, I could have sworn I heard something. I turned to look,
but all of a sudden my Digivice fell out of my bag and slid across the floor!

I walked over to get it. But as I reached down, my hand had touched someone else’s!
Without even looking at who was below me, I pulled the person out from under the desk.
Whether or not that was the smartest thing to do, I have no idea. So I did the one thing I
knew would attract attention. I screamed. As I did, though, I released my grip on my
Digivice, sending it and the other person flying towards another desk. At that point, I got
my first good look at him. It was a blond haired boy, about my age. But what was he
doing under the desk? Gasp! Maybe he was a stalker! But wait... he wanted my
Digivice too. Maybe he’s a thief! Maybe he’s a stalker and a thief!

Fearing for my own safety, I grabbed the nearest object and raised it above my head.
That object happened to be one of the computer room chairs. I walked over to the
intruder and prepared to bring it down on his head. My best chance to escape unharmed
was to knock him out before leaving to call the police. Whatever this guy wanted,
whether it was my Digivice or myself, I was going to make sure he doesn’t get it.

“Stop!” the boy screamed at me. Surprisingly, it worked.

“Who are you?” I asked, being to question him. “What are you doing here? How long
have you been here? Why are you spying on me? I want answers now!”

“Chill out,” he said, slowly getting up but keeping his eye on me at the same time. “I
didn’t come here to hurt you. I was just passing by when I saw the light from this room,
and then all of sudden you come jumping out of the computer!”

I knew it! He was just passing by and now he knows my secret! I jumped back in fear,
dropping the chair in the process. I didn’t even hear it crash upon hitting the floor
because I was thinking of a way to explain it to him. It then came to me...

“You mean you saw me jump out of the computer?” I asked cautiously.

“Well, yeah,” he responded nervously.

Suddenly, I came up with an idea. I was going to entice him to throw him off track and
then I’d snatch my Digivice and make a break for it.

“Are you sure?” I said, seductively walking over to him. I raise my right hand and place
it on his forehead. After leaving it there for a few seconds, I took my hand off of it.

“You’re not sick or anything, are you?” I asked, switching strategies so that it seemed
that he was out of his mind. “You seem to be a little hot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I thought I had him in the palm in the mind. But all of a sudden, he changed things up on
me by making probably the most inappropriate comment one could make at that exact
moment.

“You know, you’re cute.”

“Excuse me?” I queried with a raised eyebrow. He couldn’t have just said I was cute!

“I said, nice weather we’re having, huh?”

Whew... that was a relief. I guess he was just joking. “Oh. I thought you said something
else.”

“Nope.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be going now,” I said, trying to see if he’d let me leave. “I apologize
for worrying you, if that’s all you’re thinking about right now.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Apology accepted.”

Yeah! He’s letting me go! All that’s left is to get my Digivice. “I guess I’ll take that
back now.”

“Sure,” he replied with a smile.

I couldn’t believe it! I was home free! I reached for my Digivice. But at the last second,
he pulled it away from me! Now that wasn’t fair!

“Give me that back! It’s mine!”

“Just what is it, anyway?” he asked as he opened his hands so that he could get a good
look at it. He then gasped. I couldn’t figure out why he did until he stated the obvious.

“It’s a Digivice!” he exclaimed aloud, as I snatched it from him. I huffed at him as I
began to walk away. At that point, I could’ve walked out of the room and the whole
thing would’ve been over. But my conscience was bothering me. Curse Izzy and his
curious nature. That’s what I get for hanging around with him for so long. I stopped
dead in my tracks before making a 180-degree turn towards him, slowly. I just had to ask
him how he knew what it was.

“How did you know that this was a Digivice?” I asked as I held the Digivice up in the air.

“Because I too possess a Digivice.”

Before I could ask him any more questions, two teachers burst into the room, thus ending
our conversation. Thank goodness too... at least I didn’t have to explain to him what
Digimon were.

After we had cleared things up with them, we left. Somewhere along the way, we got
entrenched into a conversation about our respective Digidestined. That spooked me the
most... I thought we were the only Digidestined! But to hear him say that there was
another group of kids here in America nearly made me faint! If there were Digidestined
here in America, it was safe to say that there were others in different countries around the
world too. I couldn’t believe it myself, but it was true!

I think somewhere along the line from there, we became the best of friends. I found out
that his name was Michael. Cute name for such a cute boy! Wait... did I just say that he
was cute? I didn’t! Please say I didn’t.

End flashback

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To this day, I am still without a boyfriend. Though I have reason to believe that Michael
thinks that he and I are a couple. I heard all of the rumors going around. Believe me,
that is not true! Michael is cute, but he’s not my type. I don’t know... you don’t exactly
fall in love with a guy that is hiding the same secret from me that I’m hiding for him. Of
course, that secret being that we both have a Digimon.

“Attention!” came a stewardess’s voice over the public address system. “Attention,
please! We will be landing at our destination, Tokyo, Japan, in a few minutes. Please
put your seats in an upright position and fasten your seatbelts.

I promptly woke up Michael before doing what the stewardess said. I then hung on for
dear life as the plane came in for a landing.

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About five minutes after we landed, they started to unload passengers in our section of
the plane. Michael hands me my purse from the overhead compartment before pulling
out his own backpack from it.

We make our way into the airport. As soon as we get out of the gate, I see the whole
gang waiting for us. Well, the whole gang, minus Tai, Sora, and Joe.

“Mimi!” came the collective yell from the group. I squealed with delight as I ran over to
hug them. Surprisingly, the first hug came from Kari.

“It’s about time, Mimi! I need to ask you a few things!”

“Huh? Oh... sure thing, Kari.”

Before anyone else could react, Kari dragged me away to the restroom. Yolei tried to
follow us, but Kari told her to go away. I wonder why?

Anyway, as I was dragged into the restroom, I could distinctively hear Michael say
something about chopped liver. Personally, I don’t get it.

Kari could have at least given me a chance to say hello to the others.

“What’s up?” I asked her as she pushed me into one of the stalls. “You could have at
least given me a chance to say hi to the others.”

“You’ll get your chance,” she said, closing and locking the stall behind her. “I need
some advice.”

“Advice about what?”

“TK and Davis.”

I smiled at her. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Why don’t we make a night out
of it?”

“Really!” she said, perking up. “I mean, I’ll be taking up one of your two nights here.”

“No problem. Now, where to start...”


End Part One


Yes, I know what you are thinking. Is this fanfic also going to be part Takari or Daikari?
Or a combination of both? That, I haven’t decided, but the main focus will remain on
Mimi and ???. Now that all of the set-up is done, it’s time for the real fanfic to begin!
What plans do Michael, Matt, Izzy, Joe, and Yolei have for our pink haired Digidestined?
It all begins with the first installment of Part Two, coming later tonight!



Copyright Date: 10/12/01, Revised: 1/25/05