True Love Waits~The story of the growing feelings between
Yamato Ishida & Mimi Tachikawa
A slight hum is heard above the trees as the moon kisses the sky at its
highest point during the night. Matt sits on a log, by a lake, playing his
harmonica. Gabumon strums the ground with his feet as he dreams of chasing
Chibi-Bakamon. The dark is so peaceful on this digital night. A breeze
blows slightly through the trees, catching Matt’s hair as it goes. He pulls
away from his harmonica, and looks across the water. A figure is moving
strangely about. Cowering back, Matt perks his head up. What was he
hearing? Singing? He gets up slowly, staying in the darkness of the trees.
Slinking back, he begins to encircle the lake through the desolate forest,
taking the shortest route to the figure. Still in the trees Matt gets as
close as he can. His eyes open wide as he realizes who this is.
"Mimi?" Matt questions quietly to himself.
He continues to slink through
the branches, and vines, eying Mimi.
He finds a spot where he can hide,
and watch, and still be close enough
to reach an arm out and touch her.
"Wow," he whispers.
How lovely Mimi looked tonight. Her hair was in array, her voice like that
of an angel.
"She dances like a goddess," Matt spoke quietly to himself.
Only recently had he begun to feel this way. Every time he saw Mimi he
would break out into a cold sweat. One, or two times he had caught her eyes
on his, and had done nothing but turn away and blush. He couldn’t believe
how much his feelings had grown in just weeks.
"Oh," Matt sighs," maybe I liked her before, and just never knew it. I
guess that makes sense…but…does she like me?"
This was the first time he took his eyes off Mimi since he had begun
staring. Matt looks at the ground in quiet seclusion.
"I don’t know if I could live with that."
Shifting his gaze, Matt again stares at Mimi. He felt like a stalker as he
stood in the security of the shade.
"She’ll never know I was here anyway. It doesn’t matter," he thinks to
himself," Maybe I should just go."
As he begins to leave, Mimi stops with a sudden, frightened, jolt.
"What…what…"Mimi was whimpering.
Matt looks over, worried as Mimi lets out a blood-curdling scream. Matt
begins to run out from his hiding spot, but stops, and backs up again to the
comfort of the trees. It seems as if Mimi’s knees let out. She falls onto
her hands, and lets her face hit the sand covered ground. She lay there
silently, almost death-like. Shocked, Matt walks slowly forward as tears
begin flooding Mimi’s eyes.
"It’s not true…it’s not…it can’t be…" Mimi sobs.
Matt, once again, backs away. Only his
crystalline eyes can be seen between the branches
of the two intertwining trees. What was going on?
Mimi slowly begins to stand back up, but immediately
falls backwards.
"Shut up!" Mimi cries," You’re a liar!"
If Matt didn’t know any better, he would have thought Mimi was going
insane.
"You-you-big…bad…BULLY!!!" Mimi exclaims," I HATE you Dark-Diablosmon! You
’re just a liar!"
Mimi’s eyes open wide as she is picked up, and thrown against a big rock on
the edge of the lake. As she collides, Mimi shrieks in pain.
Matt stares in shock. "What the?" he questions," There has got to be some
sort of an evil-invisible digimon out there or something…DARK-DIABLOS MON!
That’s what she said, that’s got to be it."
Mimi begins crying…partly from pain, partly from fear, and partly from a
spiritually shredded heart.
"Do you give up…do you give into me yet?" a deep, raspy, demonic voice is
finally heard.
"Never! I’ll never give into you! I already said – YOU ARE A LIAR!" Mimi
looks up. A look of both hate and fear in her eyes," He would never----."
But she is stopped short. An invisible hand wraps around her neck. The
tightening fist begins to gain color. Dark-Diablosmon’s hand is black with
blood red stripes. His claws reach, at the longest, a foot in length.
Within seconds, the rest of the evil digimon had been revealed. Mimi
screams as the glowing red and yellow eyes burn into her. Matt couldn’t
stand it anymore. Grabbing a near by sharp stick, Matt runs out from the
trees.
"Let her go!!!" he yells.
Dark-Diablosmon looks back in hate at the nearing digi-destined. He swings
his free arm at Matt, but with a large leap, Yamato dodges the most
definitely, deadly blow. Swinging the tree branch, he makes a stab with it
deep into Dark-Diablosmon’s back, narrowly missing his spine. The digimon
shrieks in pain, dropping Mimi into the lake.
"You’ll pay for this digi-destined one!!!" he rasps.
Deep red and black wings protrude from the digimon’s shoulder blades. As
he spreads them, ready for flight, Matt runs for the lake.
"Mimi!" he screams.
He is ready to jump into the water as he is smacked back towards the forest
with a scaly, harshly textured, black tail. Matt slides on his back till
his head hits a tree trunk. He lets out a grunt of pain.
"Owe," he groans as he presses his back against the tree, forcing himself
to his feet. He runs his hand over his forehead, and cheek. Bringing his
hand to his face, he opens his eyes wide. Blood covered his palm.
"Oh, man." Yamato sighs.
Dark-Diablosmon comes flying at Matt again. He crashes right into him,
making a few trees break, and fall to the ground.
"Ha-ha-ha!" the evil digimon laughs demonically," Now for Mimi."
Matt knew he had to get up, but he felt too dizzy. He was trying to talk
himself into moving. Then, like a lightning bolt, it hit him…’Mimi!’
Unthinking, Matt clenches onto a near by rock in an attempt to pull himself
up, but he can’t find his balance. He sticks his foot under an up turned
root, and grabs a branch in front of his face. Lifting himself to his feet,
Matt is immediately off in a dead sprint. He spies his weapon as he runs
towards the lake. Slightly reaching over as he goes, Yamato picks up a
sharpened stone. With silent stealth, Matt jumps on Dark-Diablosmon’s back,
and climbs his scales to his neck, just in time to stop the digital monster
before it jumped in after Mimi.
"What are you doing destined one?" the evil one asks with a hint of
challenge in his voice.
"I’m going to KILL you!" Matt says with a glare of ambition in his eyes,"
This is what I should have done when I first had the chance!"
Dark-Diablosmon begins to reach back, fear growing in his eyes as Yamato
makes a stealthy stab to his neck. A groan of defeat escapes the monster’s
quivering lips as he lifts slowly off the ground, urgency in each labored
sweep. Matt falls to the ground with a soft thud. He lay motionless in the
sand for a moment. Finally his senses come to him.
"Oh, God!" he thinks," Mimi…there’s no way she could have held her breath
this long."
With a few quick strides, Yamato jumps into the lake. He quickly tugs his
shoes, and shirt off, throwing them to shore. Taking a gulp of air, Matt
dives under water. Swimming downward, his eyes begin jerking frantically
around, searching.
"Where is she?" he thinks to himself.
He had dove down about twenty feet, and still no sign of the bottom. His
ears begin popping, and his lungs squeeze so tight he starts to think they
might burst. Matt is about to go back up for air when he spies a flutter of
pink material in the slow quake of the water.
"Mimi…"
He begins swimming frantically towards
the shifting object. It is most definitely Mimi.
Her lips were blue; her eyes closed tight, her
face pallid. Matt grasps her frail arm, and
swings her towards his back. He puts her arms
around his neck, and holds tightly to them with
one hand. With a quick shove, Yamato pushes
off the lake bottom. He knows his lungs would
give out on him if he didn’t reach the surface
soon. Kicking frantically, Matt begins to
weaken. A glint of the moon shines through the
water. He had to keep going…if not for him, for Mimi.
"Almost there…I can…make…it…"
With every labored kick, the glow of the moon grows brighter. Then, the
surface comes. It is like being reborn. Taking your first breath of life
giving oxygen after leaving the womb. Matt begins slowly kicking his feet,
and sifting his free arm through the water. Reaching land, Matt pulls Mimi
from the water. He lays her on the sand. She wasn’t even moving, much less
breathing.
"Oh, #%!@!!"Matt curses. Grasping Mimi’s hand, Matt feels for a pulse.
Nothing.
"Dam nit! Stay with me Mimi, stay with me!" Matt says, and then whimpers,"
I need you…"
Taking a quick breath of air, his hands shaking, Matt begins to perform
CPR. After a few breaths he backs away, and tries pressing on Mimi’s chest
to help start her heart again. He checks for a pulse again. Nothing. He
repeats the process with urgency, numerous times. On the eleventh try Matt
finally feels a pulse again.
"Yes!!!" he exclaims, tears clouding his eyes.
Matt puts his arms under Mimi’s back, and holds her up in a sitting
position, her head falling limply forward, just enough so that she could get
the water out of her lungs. As expected, Mimi begins coughing up water.
She goes on for about five minutes, getting every last bit of H2O out of her
lungs. When she stops, Matt lays her back on the ground, pushing Mimi’s
water matted hair from her face. Mimi’s glazed eyes open for a moment. She
gazes drunkenly up at Yamato, unable to really see what she is looking at,
and passes out. Matt sighs a breath of relief.
"At least she’s alive…at least…" Matt groans as he plummets to the ground.
He hadn’t even thought about himself, only about Mimi. His wounds were
worse than he thought, but probably not life threatening. He feels dizzy,
his stomach churning. Finally, Matt closes his eyes, unconscious, lying by
Mimi’s side.
Her ruby-pink eyes open, the rising sun glaring in her face. Squinting,
Mimi sits up. A feeling of dizziness envelops her.
Her chest hurt. Coughing, she attempts to stand.
No such luck. With every failing attempt, Mimi’s
temples throb, and her balance is off. She
falls to the ground, her hand landing on something. Mimi looks over, and
her eyes open in stunned fear.
"Matt!" she exclaims.
Mimi puts her hand on his chest, checking for a heartbeat. He definitely
had one, and his chest was heaving up and down. She sighs in relief.
"Poor Matt," she says," look at you. Scratches, bruises…geez, you were
really banged up, weren’t you?"
Suddenly, Matt’s eyes flutter open. He looks up to see Mimi’s face barely
a foot from his, staring worriedly.
"Are you okay?" she asks.
"Mimi???" Matt questions in a quiet voice.
Then reality floods over him.
"MIMI!!!" Matt sits up with a jolt, and wraps his arms around her.
Mimi could feel her face flush.
"I was so afraid I might have lost you." Matt cries.
Mimi feels her eyes begin to water as her shoulder becomes soaked with
Yamato’s tears. Mimi stops holding back, and lets the tears fall as Matt
kisses her forehead ever so caringly. Matt places his hands on Mimi’s
cheeks, looking straight into her irises. He brushes his thumbs under her
eyes.
"There’s no need to cry," he sobs with a laugh.
Mimi’s tears begin pouring from her eyes as she throws her arms around
Yamato’s neck. Matt hugs her back with care.
"There is no way I’m holding this back now," Matt says, Mimi looking up at
him questioningly," I could have lost you last night, but I would have
killed my self if I would have."
Mimi stares at Matt, her eyes locked on his, awaiting what he was going to
say next.
"Mimi," Matt pauses," I…I…"
He gulps.
"I…am not very good at this sort of thing," Matt says slowly," But, if I
don’t say something now, I never will…"
He takes a good, long pause.
"I love you…" his face flushes over with color," I said it…"
He was amazed with himself. Never before had he had the courage for this
sort of thing, ever. Mimi plops down beside him, and slides over until her
shoulder is rubbing against Matt’s. Matt starts, then releases into the
feeling of being so close to Mimi.
"I feel the exact same way," Mimi says, although easier than Matt, knowing
that he would not freak out on her," I love you too."
Matt was surprised. Though, with a sigh of relief, he puts his arm around
Mimi. Then he looks, puzzled at the ground.
"What’s wrong Matt?" Mimi asks.
"I was just wondering," he begins," why, not but a few weeks ago, did I
really start to like you? I had always found it easier to think of you as
my ditzy, cute, friend…no offense…"
"None taken," Mimi says gleefully with a giggle. Typical.
"I mean, now it’s obvious I love you…and with all my heart…other wise I
would not have risked so much for you. But, how could these feelings have
come so suddenly?"
Mimi looks charmingly up at Matt, and says-
"Matt…true love waits…"
Matt stares at his sincere and beautiful love as compassion floods his
face. He leans down, and presses his lips to hers as the sunrise
silhouettes the two blushing figures on the silky sand.
Other one...
The Poem
Bold, glassy eyes stared down on a whisping page. The wind was thriving
furiously through the trees. Yamato gazed cautiously down at what he had
composed. His hands quavered in the dark seclusion of the night. It was
cold, but his fears and emotions overwhelmed him more than anything else.
He knew his face would be pallid if he had been able to look at himself. He
took one last glance at the paper. Folding it neatly Matt stood. A snap
was heard. Yamato stared down towards the ground as the pencil descended
from his hand to the dirt. The lead jabbed into the ground as the eraser
end rolled to a nearby rock. He had to be calm. Clenching his fists
tightly, Matt closed his eyes. The paper crinkled in his palm. He raised
his face to the moonlit sky, letting the wind whip through his golden hair.
The windows to Yamato’s soul re-opened. His eyes twinkled with hope. His
irises seemed to catch every glimmer of every star. Taking in a deep
breath, Yamato walked constrictedly towards the place where his friends
slept. He paused behind the closest tree. ‘What am I doing?’ Matt thought,
furrowing his eyebrows, but something caught his attention. His eyes opened
wide. Something stirred. Yama looked towards the camp in time to see Mimi
roll over in her sleeping bag, barely missing Palmon with her outstretched
arms. Closing his eyes, Matt let out a long sigh of relief. It had been so
long since Mimi and Matt’s first kiss, and their emotions had grown so much
stronger since their childhood years. Yamato knelt down, grasping the tree
he stood behind. He scanned the ground, pondering if he was doing the right
thing. Stopping for a second, Matt began just thinking to himself.
‘…Man…it really has been a long time. I mean…what was I?
Twelve…thirteen…somewhere around there? It’s almost hard to believe I’m
twenty-one already. Oh, well…I think I’ve waited long enough. Okay…here
goes nothing…’ Matt stood. His hands began shaking. A sudden trepidation
overcame him. Never the less, Yamato walked forward, quaking. He stopped
when he was standing right next to Mimi. He knelt; and, with a caressing
hand, he lightly brushed Mimi’s hair from her face. ‘My pink angel…’ he
thought to himself. Leaning over, Yamato lightly brushed his lips over Mimi
’s blushing cheek.
"Mimi," he whispered quietly in her ear," get up Mimi."
Mimi stretched a little, and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled.
"Yes," she questioned, a hint of perturbation in her voice.
Matt looked down, an apologetic expression on his face.
"Sorry," he whispered," but there’s something I need to do before I
completely lose my nerve."
Mimi stared at Matt in childish curiosity. Grabbing Mimi’s hand, and
placing his arm in the small of her back, Matt helped Mimi to her feet.
Matt grasped Mimi’s hand, his fingers shivering, and led her through the
trees. He paused at a near by pond. Lightly pressing his fingertips on
Mimi’s shoulders, Matt urged her to a sitting position on a log. Yamato
walked to Mimi’s front side, and produced the piece of paper that he had
been scribbling on. Deep creases etched through the sheet where he had
crushed it in his fist. Matt shifted awkwardly in his footsteps, and
brought the page to his face. Glancing over the top of it, Matt began.
"Stand…in…night…" he stopped.
This was not working. ‘Slow down man’ Matt said to himself. He was
stuttering his life away. Taking in a deep breath, Yamato started once
more.
"Okay now…let’s start this off right…"he gazed at Mimi," Okay…I wrote this
for you…it’s something of a poem…"
He took one more deep breath, and let out a long, purposeful sigh.
Finally, he commenced.
"Standing in the quiet of the night…beneath the stars and the moon…I think
of you…only you…
My love for you has no beginning and no end…for you are my life…
Have you heard the saying-’our love is like a rose, beautiful when it’s in
bloom, but it can not last forever?’ Whomever said that must have been very
shallow, unknowing of true love…that is because he never met you…a rose can
live encased in glass and surrounded by ice…but, how can that be love? The
rose is alone…however…if that is love…your love…then encase me in the bitter
cold forever…for you give me life…
Yet…I am so unworthy of you…your kindness, your grace, your unimaginable
sincerity and beauty…why did God have to create me so unworthy of you?
But…then again…no one human is perfect…Oh…God must have done something
special when he made you…because…like I said…no one human is perfect…but you
’re sure close…
I feel so foolish reading this to you…I don’t know whether I should call
this a poem or the random thoughts of a desperate man…all I wish to say to
you is so much more than I can put into words…
You are my love and my life…
I know that I could go to any – any place…but anywhere would be nowhere
without your face…
I would fight for you…I’d lie for you…I want the world for you…I’d die for
you…everything I do, I do for you…
If I were to die today, and the last thing I saw before leaving this world
was your smile, I would be fine…I know a smile happens quickly…but, the
memory of it lasts a long time…just knowing you love me is all I’d need to
know…
I love you more abundantly than a world full of tears embracing every
heartache…you would not believe my feelings for you…
…(pause)…Instead of saying ‘you and I’ I’d rather say we…now…with all that
said…might I ask…"
Yamato reaches into his back pocket. A ball of tissue paper is revealed in
his hand. He delicately unwraps the tiny package as he kneels down. A ring
is uncovered. Matt looks up towards Mimi, grabbing her hand fastidiously.
His eyes wander across her face, worry, and wonder ripping through them.
"Mimi Tachikawa…will you marry me?"
There was an awkward pause as tears began streaking down Mimi’s reddening
cheeks. Yamato began shaking, his terrors overwhelming him. Mimi suddenly
became racked with sobs as she reached over, and squeezed Matt with all her
might.
"Yes! Yes! YES!!!" she exclaims repeatedly, crying ever the more.
Matt hugs Mimi back in absolute rapture as sobs escape his throat. He
begins to slip the ring on Mimi’s finger as a round of applause is heard
coming from behind the two. All the digi-destined stood in the trees,
shouting for joy, and clapping loudly.
"Alright Matt! Wait-a-go buddy!" Tai’s voice bellows above all the rest.
The noise depletes after a minute or so. Casually sauntering, the group
comes to join up with the two lovebirds. What seems like an eternity goes
by as laughter, crying, and friendly gestures erupt during the late hours of
this glistening, starry, magical night in this Digital World.
That will be all I have. I gtg! Outtie! ~Aria