Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ A Second Chance ❯ I. Back Home ( Chapter 1 )

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. A . Second . Chance .

DivineAngel143

. I . Back Home

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Yes, another story from, mwa! You may have notice that this story has a few changes. I wasn't satisfied with the way I wrote it before, so I decided to write it in a much better form. It's still the same plot of course, but there will be a few additional scenes and so forth, so be prepared for a few changes. I hope you enjoy my new version of A Second Chance.

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Mimi Tachikawa sat at the edge of her seat as her friend slept mutely beside her. The plane swerved slightly causing her to jump in agitation for a moment. After a few moments of regaining her composure, she glanced out the windows. Dark clouds were present, and it looked like a storm was brewing. A small landscape of land was noticeable and Mimi leaned back on her chair and swallowed, hard. She was headed back to Odaiba, the small city plagued down in Japan, where almost every citizen knew each other. Back to where she grew up. Back to where she had her first kiss, her first boyfriend, and her first love-practically her first everything. Back to where she never wished she'd stepped foot on just because of some mistake she made five years ago. Back to where all her child-hood friends were and him and back to her family. But she had no choice but to come back. It was time for explanations, and it was time to see her family again.

No more running.

She glanced at her side, one of her dearest friends presently beside her, and was glad of her company. Yolie also came from Odaiba but she insisted on coming with her to New York. They practically shared the same memories, and it was good to know to have someone to laugh about it. She had nearly the same traits she had, that nearly awed people sometimes. Yolie had her long purple-colored hair, while she had her caramel-brown, which reached just above her waistline.

The two women worked as kindergarten teachers, which seemed slightly ironic, given the fact that Mimi was always the 'model' type of girl. But since the rates in the modeling industry were fairly high, the teaching job came up, which of course is temporarily until she finds a job in the fashion area.

The flight attendant soon announced that they'd be landing momentarily, and ordered the passengers to fasten their seatbelts. The brunette turned her head to Yolie and shook her awake.

Yolie grunted and slid further down on the blue worn blanket, distributed to every passenger on the plane. "Five more minutes, Mimi." She muttered incoherently.

Mimi smiled. She wanted nothing more but to have some shut-eye herself. Her eyelids were slightly droopy, and she slapped herself mentally for not taking advantage of the time she was able to spare earlier. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that, were about to land."

Yolie's eyes shot open, and her head popped out of the blue covers. She peered out of the window and sure enough, mass of land were clearly visible, and the Odaiba Airport was in view. "Wow," she murmured. "It's been so long, you think after how many years, this place still brings so much."

"Yeah it does," Mimi said solemnly, it took courage for her just to board the plane, but she wasn't about to turn back, not yet anyhow.

The plane landed efficiently and leisurely passengers made their way out. Mimi and Yolie grabbed their luggage and boxes and called for a taxi. They arrived at their apartment moments later.

The apartment was an adorable condo, which consist of two bedrooms, with its own private refuge. There was a kitchen area and a living room, which was separated by a bar. Their furniture arrived the day before so they didn't need to do much except unpack their clothes and all the necessities.

"Whew, I'm beat, I am going to take a quick shower and head for bed, and sleep until my prince comes to fetch me." Yolie exclaimed, dropping her luggage with the others, which were lying in a heap on the rugged floor.

Mimi laughed and stared out the window. "I might as well do the same. I'll leave the unpacking duties for tomorrow."

"Good idea, we start work in the morning." Yolie grimaced. "Do you have any idea on how to teach children?"

Mimi shook her head. "No clue, but it shouldn't be that hard. All we have to do is stand there and look smart, teach I mean."

Yolie sighed and ran a hand through her rumpled violet hair. "I knew I should have worked in a company or something. I'm good with technology-God knows that."

Mimi smiled and continued staring out of the window as memories came flooding back. The night was worn, and the city lights were visible-looking like a bunch of candles being lit in a rainy evening. She came back to her senses sometime later and headed for the shower. She let the warm water run through her body and she scrubbed all the thoughts out of her head.

She dried herself up and blow-dried her hair. She placed on a pair of velvet pajamas on and lay in bed. She tossed and turned a couple of times and soon fell asleep.

Yolie rapped on Mimi's door. "Mimi Tachikawa, you better get up now before we get late for work." After a few moments, and still no sound of slight movement, Yolie opened the door and strode in. She wore a plain beige dress that reached just above her knees. The straps were thick and the neck-line was high enough not to reveal too much skin, with her hair up high in a bun. She wore a matching coat over and same colored heals, giving her a casual, but classy kind of look.

Mimi peered from the side of her comforters and dug deeper into bed.

Yolie frowned. "I swear you are lazy. If you don't come out in three seconds, I'll have no choice but to pour ice cold water on you. One… two-"

The brunette sighed. "Alright, fine!" She pulled the covers off her petite figure, and grimaced while trudging off to her bathroom.

Yolie smiled in triumph and left Mimi to her morning routines.

Mimi got ready in time, in a pink-sheered top, with ruffles on the bottom hems. Her hair was neatly brushed and was left to flow down loosely-she'd make an appointment for a cut soon, since it was too long. She wore a denim knee skirt that clung obediently to her legs and a pair of black knee-high boots, and ate her breakfast silently, right before commenting on Yolie's outwear. They left the apartment building on time and called for a taxi, since their cars were still being shipped. They arrived at Odaiba Elementary soon enough and were surprised to see not much people there except a few worker's. Mimi and Yolie made their way to the office and signed in. One of the ladies from the office showed them around campus and where everything was.

"Where is everybody?" Yolie asked bluntly, after the short tour.

"The kids will be arriving soon. You two seem to be an hour early." she replied good-naturedly. "But it's also a good thing. You would be able to fix up your class rooms. This reminds me, Ms. Tachikawa your room is A-1 and Ms. Inoe your room is A-2."

"Cool, so are our classrooms sticking together?" Yolie asked.

"Yes, by the way, sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Caroline Gold, just call me Carol." Carol said, beaming. She was a beautiful woman, probably around her thirties or so, with fair hair and emerald eyes. "Oh and before I forget here's the list of the students you will have. Were pretty packed this school year, and we can't move around kids much. If you need me I'll be in the main office. Enjoy your first day." She gave out a slight nod and turned on her heels.

Yolie smiled at Mimi. "Well, she was friendly. I'm going to go ahead and check out my room. Surely, teaching can't be that hard." she said, more to herself than Mimi.

Mimi did the same and walked into her own classroom. All the while she scanned her list and saw that she had 25 students. She glanced at each name and stopped right at the middle. She dropped her bags and nearly fell to the floor. She saw the name that she never knew, or that she hoped she wouldn't be seeing again.

Ishida, it was Matt's child, her child.

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