RP: Mimi and Miyako ~Onward to Paradise!~
OOC: Super-long Mimi and Miyako love fest as they go to the spa to celebrate Miyako's 18th birthday. ^o^ Much enjoyment was had!! Thanks Mippa-chan ♥
Miyako grinned, excited beyond belief. Every step she took was like she was skipping over air, sugary clouds that wafted with the sweet scent of cotton candy.
"Going to a spaaa~~ Going with Mimiiiii~~" She chirped, and spun around a lamp post pointing towards their destination.
Oh, and Hawkmon was there too.
"I still don't understand the fascination with this 'spa.' I looked it up on the internet; it doesn't look like anything special."
Miyako huffed and adjusted her hat. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. You don't like it when I try to pamper you."
Hawkmon bristled as they walked up the steps to Mimi and Palmon's apartment. "Putting me in ridiculous outfits is not my idea of a good time!"
His partner just stuck her tongue out at him and resumed her daydreaming.
"Paaaalmooon, I hope the kitchen's clean!" Mimi called to her partner. "Hawkmon and Miyako-chan will be here any minute!" She examined herself in the mirror, although she wasn't too terribly concerned about how she looked. Miyako-chan was the type that she didn't have to bend over backwards to impress.
A warm affection swelled in Mimi's chest. Miyako-chan...The sole person who stood up for her last week, the person who she could rant to without being judged, the one who--
She paused, remembering the events of the hanami gathering.
--right. The one who was probably stressing just as much as she was. No matter. "I'm not going to stop until Miyako-chan is super-recharged and refreshed!" She pointed to herself in the mirror's reflection, and made her way back into the main living area of the apartment.
Humming loudly Miyako danced her way down the corridor of Mimi's floor.
Hawkmon was starting to perk up; his partner was beginning to take him out more. Well, sure he didn't want to go to any weird spa, but he did like to spend time with his fellow digimon.
The last time he'd seen Palmon was at Hanami. He smiled to himself.
Miyako appeared next to him, a wry grin in place. "Who are you thinking about?"
Hawkmon jumped, flustered. "I beg your pardon?"
"Ooooh, never mind." Miyako said all-knowingly, and knocked on Mimi's door.
"Comiiiiiing!" Mimi's cheerful voice chimed--it gradually grew louder and louder until she opened the door, and she sucked in a breath of fresh spring air. "Miyako-chan!" She swung the door open and took Miyako by the shoulders. "Are you ready to get even more beautiful than you already are?!"
She grabbed her purse and stepped into her shoes. "Hurry hurry hurry! Can't be bothered with coming in! I got us a reservation at this super exclusive spa in Roppongi Hills--" She spun Miyako around to have her face the outdoor hallway again, and lightly nudged her on the back.
"O-Oh! Okay!" Miyako said dutifully, being turned by the other girl. "Be good Hawkmon~ Don't get into much trouble with Palmon." She chuckled at her partner's expression.
The bird digimon blushed and crossed his arms, passing the two and walking into the apartment. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Have a good time Miyako-san, Mimi-san!"
Mimi shut the door and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Ah! To get out with my favorite Digi-girl!" Mimi hooked her elbow with Miyako and led her down the stairs. "Just like old times, ne~?" She chirped.
"Oh! So lemme show you this place we're going to..." Mimi pulled out a pamphlet that read "Spa LaQua" on it. "Here it is...isn't it gorgeous?"
The photographs that littered the pamphlet showcased a lush Japanese-style hot spring with bamboo walls and pumice stones scattered about the pools. Bubble pits and various saunas were described in boastful detail--"and that's just the first page!" Mimi pointed out, opening the brochure.
Now it was Miyako's turn to blush. "Mimi-oneesama..! I can't thank you enough for this." She stared at the beautiful pictures." This really seems like it's a place fit for royalty..."
Mimi-chan is really going out of her way for me! I don't know how I'll ever make it up to her. The bespectacled girl bit her lip and couldn't squelch the urge to hug her.
"Thank you sooo much!!!"
Mimi let out a feeble "meep!" at being caught for the umpteenth time in Miyako's vice-like death-hug--but oh, she missed it so. "Anything for my birthday girl! I'm not nearly as handy as you are--" Or several others, it seems. Mimi withheld. "But if I know one thing, it's how to pamper someone!"
Miyako could have been doing a toothpaste commercial, her smile was massive, not to mention sparkling. She nodded quickly.
"You're the best friend ever! What are we waiting for?" By now they'd made it down to the ground level and were stepping out into the street.
Miyako jumped up and pointed with all of her might to the left, her hat flying off dramatically in the wind. "LET'S GO!"
Mimi clamped both hands on Miyako's hips, and pivoted her ninety degrees so that she was pointing right, and then mimicked her position. "To paradise!"
Mimi hoisted her purse on her shoulder, and urged Miyako along; keeping their sassy march synchronized like the classic Laverne & Shirley opening.
The bag the taller girl had on her shoulder was beginning to feel like she was carrying a lump of coal. It was Ken's gift that she'd forgone opening for all this time.
Miyako nodded to herself. Mimi would definitely help her through this.
The train station was as busy as ever, but she didn’t pay it much mind. Her eyes scanned through the brochure madly, all the lovely descriptions making Miyako even more excited.
As they boarded the train, Mimi beelined through the crowds and held onto one of the handles. She scanned the map above the door, "We need to get off to transfer in three stops. Then take Oedo line to Roppongi." She checked the clock on her cell phone. "Our appointment's in an hour, but it will take us forty-five minutes to get there."
Bumping into more than a few people trying to keep up with Mimi, Miyako blew out her breath in a sigh at the amount of time they had just to chat.
"Hey, Mimi-chan, I'm glad you planned the gathering at Hanami." She pushed her glasses up, hoping this was good news. "It was a great time, and Yamato-san came! I was happy to see that!!"
Mimi smiled proudly, trying not to appear too pleased with the compliment. "Did you have fun, Miyako-chan?" She turned to the younger girl and lightly giggled. "I am glad your brother behaved."
"Of course!" She replied with a wink. "As if I could ever be down with so much food and beautiful people around me." Miyako frowned and then snorted. "Mantarou-niisan was better than usual, I'll give him that -- but boy was he overbearing!! I'm afraid to even invite Wallace-kun to come over. And the way he tried to get me to talk to Ke--" Miyako turned blue and her mouth snapped shut.
Dammit! That's not how I wanted to bring that up... oh well...
She conked her palm against her head sheepishly. "Sorry Mimi-chan, guess I can't keep my big mouth from saying too much." Miyako looked at her bag and then looked back up. "Niisan was just totally rude to you about your recipes!" She laughed nervously. "Other than that Hanami was super!"
Mimi snorted. "I'm used to everyone being rude to me by now." She absent-mindedly fanned her hand in front of her face, as though wafting away a foul stench. Mimi looked to Miyako for a moment, and gave a sympathetic smile. "You know, it's okay, Miyako-chan. To talk about him. I don't mind. I mean, it's really the only way you will ever heal."
"It's not like I'm hurt or anything!!" Miyako shouted immediately. A few travelers turned to give her confused stared.
Embarrassed by her outburst, Miyako began to sweat. What a lie! She thought but didn't really want to take back what she said.
Leaning closer to her friend, she whispered. "Well..." She looked around conspicuously. "I normally wouldn't want to say anything, but it's you Mimi-chan so," She shook her bag. "I did bring that gift I was freaking out over on livejournal. I was hoping you'd help me open it now."
Mimi looked at the bag. A grueling pause fell upon them.
Mimi's arm shot out towards the bag, and unzipped it. "Well, now's now." She started rummaging through the bag.
Miyako's eyes widened in surprise and her glasses almost fell off her nose. "H-Hey, so fast?! Maybe we should--should talk about it a bit more first?"
Mimi had the gift and accompanying card in hand now though, defeated Miyako reigned in her anxiety frowning. "Uh.. okay... card first." She pointed to the non-descript envelope.
Mimi offered Miyako the sealed envelope, taunting her with it impatiently. She quirked a brow expectantly.
Sucking it up, Miyako snatched up the card and tore it open.
Inside was the card and she unfolded it, feeling terrified Ken himself was going to jump out of it.
"R-Read it Mimi-chan! I can't look!"
Mimi sighed, and snatched the card out of Miyako's hand. She read it, her cheeks turning a bit rosy, and her eyes widening as seconds passed. "...mmm..."
"What's the verdict?!" Miyako asked, a touch of hysteria entering her voice. It was probably a list of all the things he despised about her, a recipe for something nasty, maybe a death note--anything!!
The train lurched to a stop, and the doors opened. Mimi stuffed the card in her purse, and walked towards the platform. "We need to transfer. This way."
Miyako's jaw hung open, aghast. But she didn't get time to object, rushing to follow Mimi through the platform and its throngs of people.
"Mimiiii!" She caught up, adjusting her hat.
I knew it--- Ken-kun wrote a sonnet of "10 ways to Ignore Inoue-san" She pressed her hands together in prayer and nudged Mimi again when they re-boarded the new train.
"Give it to me straight, Dr. Mimi..!"
"...." Mimi gave Miyako a somber stare, holding the card in her hand firmly.
The two girls stared at each other. Miyako blinking repeatedly and getting more stressed while Mimi just looked so..!
"I-I can't take it anymore!!" Miyako pleaded, lunging for the card so she could read it herself. Totally forgetting she still had the actual present to open.
Mimi surrendered the card to Miyako, and folded her arms with a scoff. "Gee, just a moment ago you were dreading the thing."
"Well, you used reverse psychology or something!" Miyako huffed, clutching the card. "Okay okay, I'm reading it. Happy?"
She adjusted her glasses and read.
Miyako.
Though I have wished this winter would be warm as atmosphere of the world clothed in coat of white, it doesn't seem the warmth is the only gift of the winter.
We've been through a lot this year...ne?
Just like the strengthening branches of trees that withstands the harsh rainstorm and snow storm, I want us to grow as in persons through this bumpy ride.
I.... too, have tried to draw, as I recalled your beautiful illustrations.
I admit it's not much, my little attempt at "art", but it took awhile so please look at it with kind eyes.
Honestly, you caught me by surprise with your sketchbook.
I had no idea that you were such talented artist, as the lovely girl with spectacles always had a thing for machines rather than paper.
The fact I have gotten to see a side of you I wasn't aware of before has made me so excited with simple joy, I couldn't help but smile again and again.
I hope...that we'll continue to learn more about each other just like this, closing in on the distance between our hearts.
Though I'm still stumble and struggle, being the uncool person I am, but I was able to go on thinking your bright smile.
...Though I'm still like a hedgehog in a way.
I'll try my best.
So that I would be able to face you and mirror that smile one day.
-Merry Christmas.
...Ken Ichijouji
At the bottom of the card was a drawing Ken had done attached with a single piece of clear scotch tape.
Fanart drawn by blue_kindness
Miyako bowed her head, shaking slightly. Black clouds might as well have been over her head shooting lightening down and frazzling her thoughts.
"Mimi-chan.. hit me with a blunt object.. now!" She gripped the bar more tightly.
Mimi lightly tapped her with her purse, looking away idly. "...I would say how I'm jealous, but..."
Mimi turned to look at Miyako. She let out a small sigh, and discretely circled an arm around the lilac-tressed girl's shoulders. She pulled her close and gave her a thorough squeeze. "Hey c'mon. Things'll get better. Promise."
"Mimi-chan..." She frowned. "How could someone say those things and completely ignore me? If it were me, I'd go talk to him straight away." She had a very good idea of what the gift was.
"Is this what it was like for you? When Yamato-san.." Miyako paused, not wanting to draw similarities to her horrible situation and Mimi's relationship. There were none, Mimi-chan was better at love than her after all.
Mimi shook her head. "Miyako-chan...I can't say for sure." She lowered her eyes. Comparing the situation between Miyako and herself was difficult. "I don't know Ken-kun that well. At least, what I can gather from him is..." She thought for a moment. "I think he is still hurting, so he needs to heal...in a different way, you know?"
Mimi watched them pull out of another station. "In the case of Yama-kun, I think it was unintentional...just carelessness, you know? And miscommunication." She paused, and looked to Miyako. "Ken-kun is much gentler than Yama-kun is. He's fragile, and hasn't calloused himself like Yama-kun has, so he's tender."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she shifted her hips and switched hands on the handle hook. She looked around the train for some seats. This conversation was getting heavy, and she didn't want to have it standing. "If I were to hurt Yama-kun..."
"Mimi-chan it's impossible for you to hurt someone!! You're the sweetest person in the whole world!" Miyako shook her head. "I'm just too used to treating everyone in the way I like to be treated. I guess I always forget that sometimes, in this case... I shouldn't be so blunt."
Miyako blew out her breath, tickling her nose in the process. A group of businessmen stood up for their stops, relinquishing their seats and she grabbed Mimi's arm so they could zip in and steal them.
"What I need is a.. a peace offering!" Miyako smiled, taking the seat, happy to get off her feet. "Yeah, I'll just bet this is..." She reached into the bag and opened up the wrapping on the gift, not surprised at what she found.
A beautiful sketchbook and a set of 12 copic markers. A small fortune for a student like Ken to spend on a jerk like her.
She hugged the book close. "He... He's just too kind you know? I'll draw him the best picture ever!"
Mimi smiled, "I bet he would love that!" She sat back in her seat, and sighed. "I dunno, I haven't been feeling very sweet lately, if you know what I mean."
"You mean the thing with Catherine-san..?" Miyako leaned back with her arms crossed protectively over the book. "You shouldn't feel bad about that. She was in the wrong, in my opinion!"
Mimi folded her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs. "Well, we appear to be in the minority--or if they did agree, they sure didn't feel the need to back me up." Mimi sighed heavily out of her nose. "I mean, take out the fact that Takeru had just been dumped by his--" Mimi made quotation marks with her fingers, "boyfriend whose unhealthy relationship with put me through the ringer for several months."
Miyako face faulted at that. "H-Huuuuh?..."
She crossed her legs. "Then, not even two weeks later he's playing slumber party with someone halfway across the world."
Mimi paused, and breathed. "So completely disregard that for a second. I'm not even gonna go there, it's not my problem anymore."
She muttered below her breath. "But poor Hikari-chan...First Italy, then Yuki, and now this..."
Mimi shook her head, a determined look on her face. "DISregarding that!!!"
"...." Miyako's brain imploded. "Wa-waitaminute. Waitaminute...!!!"
She felt a hundred different things try to come out of her mouth at once so in panic she closed it, swallowed, and took a deep breath.
"Are. You. Serious?" Miyako articulated.
Mimi blinked. "Oh. You mean you didn't--? I thought everyone kne--oh, crap." Mimi put a hand to her mouth.
She looked up thoughtfully, scratching her chin lightly. "That might be why everyone thinks I'm over-reacting...how many of them knew about the Yuki-thing...?" Her voice faded off quietly, but quickly regained itself. "But DISREGARDING THAT!"
"Ack--" Tongue-tied, Miyako almost fell over. "Disregarding what?! We-Well.. now that explains why Takeru-kun didn't bat an eye when I asked him to kiss Daisuke." She tapped her temple.
"But-- What?! I can't believe it! Did you work things out with Catherine? Seems to me like it'd be hard to smooth that over."
Mimi shrugged. "Yeah, to be honest, I'm washing my hands of the whole debacle. I mean, who am I to speak out against the little baby brother and everyone's favorite debutante?" Mimi quirked with a French accent. She slouched against Miyako and toyed with a lock of her girlfriend's thick, straight hair. "I've lost my touch."
"You have not." Miyako gave a have smile. "And you haven't lost me. If you ever need back up don't bother calling, I'm your front lines!" She could feel love well up and sparkle over. Miyako clasped one of Mimi's hands. "I'm your knight, okay? Mimi-oujoo-sama!"
She laughed at the name. Mimi was the one she could always count on, she didn't want to ever let her down again. With all these problems popping up within their ranks, they had to stick together!
Mimi giggled, and gave Miyako a thumb up. "I am so glad you are back to being yourself, Miyako-chan." The train crept to a stop. "Ah! We're here!"
With a hiss, the doors slid open. Mimi stood, and nudged Miyako. "Let's move, we don't want to be late!"
"Okay, okay!" Miyako packed up her things hurriedly, following Mimi's quick steps. Her bag didn't feel like it was holding ugly coal anymore.
She looked at Mimi's pretty hair being toyed with in the station's wind. More like a diamond.
"To Paradise!" Miyako cheered.
Going through the ticket gate, Mimi led the way to Roppongi Hills--only the hottest, ritziest, most expensive part of Tokyo to date. Art galleries, restaurants, TV Asahi, movie theatres...not to mention designer stores everywhere!
But that would be for another time. Mimi could feel the knots in her back start to moan at her--and knowing how Miyako-chan hunched herself over the computer all the time--surely she felt the same.
"Prepare yourself, Miyako-chan." Mimi warned as they walked through the rich wooden doors into a brightly lit, serene lobby. "After today, you might find yourself addicted to this place."
This really was paradise. Miyako's senses screamed in awe as she looked around. Mimi really was a princess, this was so.. perfect!!
"Oh my god!!" Miyako squealed. If Poromon were there he'd had been squeezed to death from glee. "Where to first? Where to first?" She hopped from one foot to another.
A young adult woman--probably in her early thirties, approached the two girls, bowing gently. "Welcome, ladies. I assume you are the Tachikawa party?"
Mimi nodded. "That's us."
The woman bowed again. "Thank you very much for choosing us. Please follow me into your private suite."
Mimi smiled to Miyako, her eyebrows rising, impressed.
"Private!" The purple haired girl blurted then covered her mouth with a blush. She locked eyes with Mimi, overjoyed.
"This way, ladies." The woman gestured with her hand and the two girls followed her.
Miyako's eyes darted everywhere as she caught glimpses of what she'd seen in the brochure.
Mimi seemed completely unfazed by the spa--as if she had been here before. She observed the tiles they walked on, the finely polished doors and mirrors that lined the walkway. She slowly inhaled, and closed her eyes for a moment. Fresh lilies in giant vases were waiting in front of their room, prepared to greet them with their scent as they entered.
Mimi looked around the room, and nodded in approval. "I think this will do nicely, don't you?" She walked towards the lilies and lowered her face towards them to take in their sweet scent.
"Mmm!" Miyako could smell the beautiful aroma as well. "More than I ever dreamed of." Placing her bag and light jacket on a plush chair carefully she looked around.
"Ah!" Miyako opened the cupboard and took out a robe. "I guess we get into these and then call for some pampering huh?"
Mimi pulled out a menu from on top of the table and flipped through it. "It kinda depends upon what you want to do, though...there's so many different kinds..." She flipped through the pages. "They have them organized by scent, health benefits, geographic themes...."
"Uh.." That was a bit overwhelming. "Well what do you feel like doing first?" Miyako toed out of her shoes and got out the slippers from the cupboard.
Her shirt was unbuttoned and hung up on a rack.
"Oooh, how about a chocolate massage!" She fantasized. "Do they have those? Mm..."
Mimi dropped her clothes the floor in a messy heap, and, left only in her undergarments, scooped them up and shook them out. "It wouldn't surprise me if they did. But you can't eat it while they are massaging you..." Mimi smiled to Miyako over her shoulder as she unclasped her bra.
Miyako stripped off her jeans, almost toppling over by trying to multitask and take her socks off at the same time. "What's the point of that then? Ooh, with cherries on top." She imagined a sexy masseuse putting chocolate and a cherry garnish on top her and Mimi. Relaxation and dessert at the same time..?
Excitement overload!
Her bra came next as she stepped into the slippers. Miyako grabbed the other pair and turned to hand them to her friend.
"Ee! Mimi-chan where did you get that?" She pointed to the very girly oh-so pretty bra. "It's so cute!"
Mimi looked down at her bra, and peeled it off. "Oh these?" Mimi handed it over to Miyako to look at. "Victoria's Secret. Real famous store in America." Mimi pulled down her underwear and stepped out of them, folding them neatly and resting them on top of her clothes. "Would you hand me that other robe, Miyako-chan?"
Mimi rubbed her arms a bit, turning to a mirror and examining herself critically. Maybe a weight-loss massage or cellulite treatment...
"Bikktoria Shiikuretto..?" Miyako tried to sound it out. It wasn't something she'd ever heard of, but boy did they make nice underwear! It was probably super expensive if Mimi's taste had any indication.
She turned it over in her hands and then held it up to her own chest. "Mmm, how does Yama-kun like this...?" She said in her best Mimi-impression.
Mimi's arms flailed and she reached over to Miyako to snatch it out of her hands. "I do not do that!"
Mimi folded up the bra and set it next to her underwear. She then took her open robe and started to tie it shut. "I will have you know that I bought those before I even thought of giving Yama-kun the time of day..." She faded off a bit, and thought about what exactly she was thinking when she bought them...
"Yama-kun was the last person on my mind then..."
Miyako pursed her lips at that and tied her own robe, figuring the best way to continue was to ignore the topic of boys and all things pertaining to it.
"Okay, let's have a rule. For the rest of the day, no more boys! Only girls, agreed?" She grinned and placed her pinky finger out for Mimi.
"Best idea EVER!" Mimi shot out her arm, pinky extended.
"Bingo!" With her other hand Miyako reached for the call buttons on the phone in the suite. "Now let's get that massage!! Because we are girls, and we have very girly needs." She nodded profusely.
"One chocolate massage, and one Maui Princess for me~!" Mimi declared. That's right. Time for Mimi-chan to reclaim what was rightfully hers!
Miyako punched in the call numbers enthusiastically humming the same song she'd been humming that morning.
A cheerful woman answered the phone with a pleasant voice. "Hello, how may I help you?"
"Yes," Miyako fiddled with the pockets of her robe. They were so deep..! "We're in suite 12 and wanted to start off with a massage."
"Excellent choice, Miss.." The woman checked her listings. "Tachikawa. I'll send for one now."
Miyako nearly giggled at being called Mimi, and grinned. "Yes, yes, but I have a friend with me, so please send two!"
"Of course, right away. Thank you!" The woman bowed even though it was over the phone.
"No, no," Miyako said imperiously, chortling. "Thank you!"
Mimi fell back in a chair, and slowly deflated with a sigh. "I hope Palmon and Hawkmon are doing okay..."
Miyako's eyebrows quirked up at that. "You know, Hawkmon had been acting really weird after Hanami and I didn't find out why until I checked Palmon's livejournal."
Mimi tilted her head. "What's up with him? Palmon hasn't been funny at all."
"The two of them got into a scuffle with a pair of street kids on the bus and I think Hawkmon may have got his butt kicked."
She laughed a little. "At first I was worried he'd been seriously hurt, but it's really just his pride."
Mimi gasped and shot up. "They got in a fight?!" Mimi sunk back into her seat. "I wonder why Palmon didn't say anything..."
Mimi held her chin thoughtfully. "Had I known, I would have made it clear that they were to stay home while we were gone...I don't want anything happening to them."
"It just goes to show that you were more than right. Digimon still aren't safe here, we all knew that but didn't want to see the truth. They were alone and got attacked, sure it wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but you never know what could happen the next time..."
Miyako didn't like where this was going, but it needed to be brought to light. Mimi was the best person to talk to about these sorts of things.
"I'm not so worried about them right now, I doubt they'll go anywhere!"
Mimi nodded. "It's not that I am worried that they couldn't handle themselves--but why would we want to even risk subjecting them to that?" She lifted her feet and planted them on the edge of the chair, pulling her knees to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees, and stared out in front of her.
"If you think about it...our Digimon would never suggest splitting from us, no matter the circumstance." She quietly muttered. "Were the roles reversed, Palmon would never send me to do something by myself. She would always insist on coming along."
Miyako looked down at that. She hadn't told Hawkmon to go with Palmon, but she'd ignored him as soon as she'd gotten to the gathering. She felt a pang of guilt and decided to sugar coat it.
"They've done some exploring themselves. Did you see that they've been interested in where babies come from!?"
Mimi flat stared and sweatdropped. "We both saw that." She sighed, and shook her head. "I'm surprised Shin-san hasn't given his two yen abou--" She caught herself. "Ah. Almost broke our promise!" She nervously laughed, and stuck out her tongue. "Sorry!"
Miyako eyes her suspiciously for mentioning that horrible man she knew as Jou-san's older brother. She didn't comment.
There was a knock at the door and Miyako's grin returned when the masseuses announced themselves. Male~!... Wait, is this breaking the promise..? She thought absentmindedly as she jumped up and opened the door.
"Bi-Bishounen...." She whispered, completely forgetting her previous thought.
Mimi stood abruptly at the arrival of the masseuses, and scuttered behind Miyako. She put her hands on the girl's shoulder, and leaned over, her mouth agape in wonder and awe.
Two lithe, tall young men occupied their doorway--with glowing skin and soft hair that framed their faces and brushed across their brows--Ah! Mimi internally squealed.
"Ba-ba-bu-buuuh," Miyako said incoherently.
The one with dark brown hair smiled and butterflies sailing across rainbow beams appeared in Miyako's vision.
"I'm Kinomiya, and this is--"
"Koyabashi!" The second man grinned. His black hair wafting on a breeze.
Mimi clasped her hands together, the world fading away into a cloud of pink and sparkles. "Koh-ko-ko-kuh..."
The raven-tressed young man smiled, and nodded to his partner. "Now which one of you is doing the Maui deluxe package?"
Mimi went as rigid as a board, and stuck her hand sky-high. "Princess here!"
Koyabashi chuckled and if it were possible, each one of his teeth sparkled with the tell-tale ping.
He pulled in the cart of oils, towels and scents.
Kinomiya looked to Miyako who nearly turned to goo. "So you must be the chocolate lover."
"Or-Or just lover." Miyako fawned and almost fell over herself.
The brunette laughed and went to set up the cots for them to lie down on.
Mimi's hands returned to Miyako's shoulders, and she squeezed them tensely. "...I gotta get a hold of myself..."
Miyako shook herself. "Uhm.. uh right. Right! They're boys after all. Just, stupid old boooiiii...." Kinomiya was bending over.
She slapped herself. "Okay."
Koyabashi gestured for them to lie down. "Do you prefer heated oil or no?"
Mimi's eyes were locked on the emeralds that rested in where Kobayashi's eyes were meant to be. "...h..hot..." She breathed, slowly climbing on the table. She sucked through her teeth. Hold up. Hold up! I'm in a steady relationship with Ishida Yamato of the Teenage Wolves! She spread herself on her stomach, and tried to refocus. A very talented, very hard-working---aaaahhh--! Her eyes nearly rolled back as she felt the stream of hot oil drizzling down the small of her back.
Miyako tried desperately to get onto the cot but kept fumbling it up or something because if she got on it from the front it folded up in the back. If she tried the back it flew up to almost smack her in the face!
Kinomiya chuckled behind his hand and held it down for her so she could finally stay on there.
"This chocolate scented rub is one of my favourites." He said in a sensual voice. "We have a decadent platter of chocolate covered cherries that can be added to the experience if you so choose."
Miyako crushed her face into the cradle. "Yes, please!"
"You must be extremely fashionable, Miss." Koyabashi gently observed while kneading Mimi's calf muscles. "Your legs are taut and your hamstrings are knotted. Lots of pumps, I bet?"
Mimi giggled, "Well, I work in television, it can't be helped." Oh, man... She moaned. "Ah--e--excuse me, I should warn you that I am really ticklish--I don't want to kick you by accident--"
Koyabashi chuckled, and if it was possible for Mimi to melt any more, she would have, but then she would have probably gone down the drain. "Let's make a deal. I'll tell you what I'm doing, and you tell me how it feels, alright?"
Oh hell yes. Mimi swooned.
The soft kneading of Kinomiya's hands switched to fast chopping and then to slow soft kneading again. Miyako was in heaven!!
"Mm.. Mimi-chan, this was the best. Idea. Ever! I wish I could come back here all the time."
"Isn't it great? One of life's simple pleasures..." Mimi crooned, mumbling incoherently. "...I should make Yama-kun take massage lessons..."
Miyako gasped, and put her glasses back on, taking care not to upset Kinomiya's godly hands. "Mimi-chan, no boys remember? Although..." She rested her face against her crossed arms.
"About the send-off party, have we got a date yet? Yamato-san's gotta go on tour sometime right?"
Kinomiya's steady motions faltered for a brief moment before continuing.
"He leaves this week." Mimi plainly stated, adding a sigh. "He just announced the tour launch today."
Koyabashi looked to his partner, "Yamato-san? Ah! I knew it! I knew I saw you somewhere before!" He looked down at Mimi and turned her on her back to see her face, exposing her full-frontal.
Mimi blushed, and threw her arms over her breasts and crossed her legs modestly, "What are you--?!"
"It's that girl in the magazines!" Koyabashi pointed to Mimi's face.
Miyako jumped, knocking shoulders with her masseuse, not concerned about her own modesty for the moment. "WHA---? Magazines?!" She stared at Mimi's nakedness and one thing jumped to her mind. "Mimi-oneesama you’re in dirty mags?!?!" She screeched making Kinomiya cover his ears.
Mimi sat up and shouted to Miyako. "NO! Why would I do that?! I don't even need the money!" She glared at Koyabashi, who had his fingers pressed to his smiling lips. His eyes shone with glee.
"You're...you're his GIRLFRIEND oh my GOOOOD!" the man squealed, scurrying over to his partner and taking his hands. "We've got a real-life, Teenage Wolves GIRLFRIEND!" He gasped, and held out his hands. "And I touched her! Do you think it'll rub off on me?!"
"Ah, it's pretty coincidental stuff!!" The brunette replies, intertwining their fingers making the oils squish. "Weren't we talking about them just the other day?! That Yamato is real hot stuff." He swooned.
Miyako gawked, her glasses sliding down her face. She looked down and noticed her state, almost getting whiplash covering herself up. "You two are fans..?"
Kinomiya smiled, eyeing the man next to him fondly. "Toshi-kun here is such a fan."
Koyabashi sighed, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling. "That Ishida boy...mmh. I could lick him like a spoon."
Mimi shot up from the table, and pointed at Koyabashi. "Hey! I'm in the same room, you know!"
Kinomiya put a finger to Koyabashi's lips and shushed him with soft eyes. "Relax my sweet. I.. I wanted to surprise you but I got you tickets to one of their shows."
"O-Oh, Oh Hisoka!!" They embraced each other; feathers floating among shimmering bubbles filled the air behind them and their show of great emotion.
Miyako nearly cried. Out of jealousy or sentimentality, it wasn't so obvious.
"Let's go get them now from my locker!" Kinomiya replied and together the two masseuses ran out the door, sparkles wafting in their wake.
"....." Miyako paused before getting up to close the door and turned back to Mimi. "Let's have that party this weekend."
Mimi stood there, stark naked and twitching. "..yeah. And make sure it's only friends that are invited..."
"Wanna do chemical peels next?" Miyako asked with a slowly growing smile.
Mimi turned back to Miyako, a smile appearing to match. "...I'm glad to know one of us can keep her focus!"
Making a sound of agreement Miyako bounded over to the phone and ordered the peels, hoping the beauticians who would come this time were slightly less good looking.
Miyako laughed and gave Mimi the bingo. "You know what they say; it's always the cute ones!"
"Don't say that." Mimi darkly replied, her eyes shadowing over.
"Oops!" The purple haired girl covered her mouth.
Miyako couldn’t help it, she opened her arms wide and hugged the life out of Mimi.
"Thank you Mimi, for today. It’s been great!! And I promise, your send off party will probably make everything perfect."
She hopped up and down in excitement. "Now let's get back to our serious relaxing!!"
"Amen!" Mimi eagerly agreed, and went back to retrieve her robe. She nodded as she tied the sash around her waist. The send-off party would make everything perfect--for her at least.
"Hey Mimi, they forgot to take the chocolates with them!!"
She looked up to Miyako, and smiled to herself. Then she could shelf that matter and work on doing the same for Miyako.
MIMI IS THE COOLEST PERSON EVER!!! ♥♥♥
Miyako grinned, excited beyond belief. Every step she took was like she was skipping over air, sugary clouds that wafted with the sweet scent of cotton candy.
"Going to a spaaa~~ Going with Mimiiiii~~" She chirped, and spun around a lamp post pointing towards their destination.
Oh, and Hawkmon was there too.
"I still don't understand the fascination with this 'spa.' I looked it up on the internet; it doesn't look like anything special."
Miyako huffed and adjusted her hat. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. You don't like it when I try to pamper you."
Hawkmon bristled as they walked up the steps to Mimi and Palmon's apartment. "Putting me in ridiculous outfits is not my idea of a good time!"
His partner just stuck her tongue out at him and resumed her daydreaming.
"Paaaalmooon, I hope the kitchen's clean!" Mimi called to her partner. "Hawkmon and Miyako-chan will be here any minute!" She examined herself in the mirror, although she wasn't too terribly concerned about how she looked. Miyako-chan was the type that she didn't have to bend over backwards to impress.
A warm affection swelled in Mimi's chest. Miyako-chan...The sole person who stood up for her last week, the person who she could rant to without being judged, the one who--
She paused, remembering the events of the hanami gathering.
--right. The one who was probably stressing just as much as she was. No matter. "I'm not going to stop until Miyako-chan is super-recharged and refreshed!" She pointed to herself in the mirror's reflection, and made her way back into the main living area of the apartment.
Humming loudly Miyako danced her way down the corridor of Mimi's floor.
Hawkmon was starting to perk up; his partner was beginning to take him out more. Well, sure he didn't want to go to any weird spa, but he did like to spend time with his fellow digimon.
The last time he'd seen Palmon was at Hanami. He smiled to himself.
Miyako appeared next to him, a wry grin in place. "Who are you thinking about?"
Hawkmon jumped, flustered. "I beg your pardon?"
"Ooooh, never mind." Miyako said all-knowingly, and knocked on Mimi's door.
"Comiiiiiing!" Mimi's cheerful voice chimed--it gradually grew louder and louder until she opened the door, and she sucked in a breath of fresh spring air. "Miyako-chan!" She swung the door open and took Miyako by the shoulders. "Are you ready to get even more beautiful than you already are?!"
She grabbed her purse and stepped into her shoes. "Hurry hurry hurry! Can't be bothered with coming in! I got us a reservation at this super exclusive spa in Roppongi Hills--" She spun Miyako around to have her face the outdoor hallway again, and lightly nudged her on the back.
"O-Oh! Okay!" Miyako said dutifully, being turned by the other girl. "Be good Hawkmon~ Don't get into much trouble with Palmon." She chuckled at her partner's expression.
The bird digimon blushed and crossed his arms, passing the two and walking into the apartment. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Have a good time Miyako-san, Mimi-san!"
Mimi shut the door and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Ah! To get out with my favorite Digi-girl!" Mimi hooked her elbow with Miyako and led her down the stairs. "Just like old times, ne~?" She chirped.
"Oh! So lemme show you this place we're going to..." Mimi pulled out a pamphlet that read "Spa LaQua" on it. "Here it is...isn't it gorgeous?"
The photographs that littered the pamphlet showcased a lush Japanese-style hot spring with bamboo walls and pumice stones scattered about the pools. Bubble pits and various saunas were described in boastful detail--"and that's just the first page!" Mimi pointed out, opening the brochure.
Now it was Miyako's turn to blush. "Mimi-oneesama..! I can't thank you enough for this." She stared at the beautiful pictures." This really seems like it's a place fit for royalty..."
Mimi-chan is really going out of her way for me! I don't know how I'll ever make it up to her. The bespectacled girl bit her lip and couldn't squelch the urge to hug her.
"Thank you sooo much!!!"
Mimi let out a feeble "meep!" at being caught for the umpteenth time in Miyako's vice-like death-hug--but oh, she missed it so. "Anything for my birthday girl! I'm not nearly as handy as you are--" Or several others, it seems. Mimi withheld. "But if I know one thing, it's how to pamper someone!"
Miyako could have been doing a toothpaste commercial, her smile was massive, not to mention sparkling. She nodded quickly.
"You're the best friend ever! What are we waiting for?" By now they'd made it down to the ground level and were stepping out into the street.
Miyako jumped up and pointed with all of her might to the left, her hat flying off dramatically in the wind. "LET'S GO!"
Mimi clamped both hands on Miyako's hips, and pivoted her ninety degrees so that she was pointing right, and then mimicked her position. "To paradise!"
Mimi hoisted her purse on her shoulder, and urged Miyako along; keeping their sassy march synchronized like the classic Laverne & Shirley opening.
The bag the taller girl had on her shoulder was beginning to feel like she was carrying a lump of coal. It was Ken's gift that she'd forgone opening for all this time.
Miyako nodded to herself. Mimi would definitely help her through this.
The train station was as busy as ever, but she didn’t pay it much mind. Her eyes scanned through the brochure madly, all the lovely descriptions making Miyako even more excited.
As they boarded the train, Mimi beelined through the crowds and held onto one of the handles. She scanned the map above the door, "We need to get off to transfer in three stops. Then take Oedo line to Roppongi." She checked the clock on her cell phone. "Our appointment's in an hour, but it will take us forty-five minutes to get there."
Bumping into more than a few people trying to keep up with Mimi, Miyako blew out her breath in a sigh at the amount of time they had just to chat.
"Hey, Mimi-chan, I'm glad you planned the gathering at Hanami." She pushed her glasses up, hoping this was good news. "It was a great time, and Yamato-san came! I was happy to see that!!"
Mimi smiled proudly, trying not to appear too pleased with the compliment. "Did you have fun, Miyako-chan?" She turned to the younger girl and lightly giggled. "I am glad your brother behaved."
"Of course!" She replied with a wink. "As if I could ever be down with so much food and beautiful people around me." Miyako frowned and then snorted. "Mantarou-niisan was better than usual, I'll give him that -- but boy was he overbearing!! I'm afraid to even invite Wallace-kun to come over. And the way he tried to get me to talk to Ke--" Miyako turned blue and her mouth snapped shut.
Dammit! That's not how I wanted to bring that up... oh well...
She conked her palm against her head sheepishly. "Sorry Mimi-chan, guess I can't keep my big mouth from saying too much." Miyako looked at her bag and then looked back up. "Niisan was just totally rude to you about your recipes!" She laughed nervously. "Other than that Hanami was super!"
Mimi snorted. "I'm used to everyone being rude to me by now." She absent-mindedly fanned her hand in front of her face, as though wafting away a foul stench. Mimi looked to Miyako for a moment, and gave a sympathetic smile. "You know, it's okay, Miyako-chan. To talk about him. I don't mind. I mean, it's really the only way you will ever heal."
"It's not like I'm hurt or anything!!" Miyako shouted immediately. A few travelers turned to give her confused stared.
Embarrassed by her outburst, Miyako began to sweat. What a lie! She thought but didn't really want to take back what she said.
Leaning closer to her friend, she whispered. "Well..." She looked around conspicuously. "I normally wouldn't want to say anything, but it's you Mimi-chan so," She shook her bag. "I did bring that gift I was freaking out over on livejournal. I was hoping you'd help me open it now."
Mimi looked at the bag. A grueling pause fell upon them.
Mimi's arm shot out towards the bag, and unzipped it. "Well, now's now." She started rummaging through the bag.
Miyako's eyes widened in surprise and her glasses almost fell off her nose. "H-Hey, so fast?! Maybe we should--should talk about it a bit more first?"
Mimi had the gift and accompanying card in hand now though, defeated Miyako reigned in her anxiety frowning. "Uh.. okay... card first." She pointed to the non-descript envelope.
Mimi offered Miyako the sealed envelope, taunting her with it impatiently. She quirked a brow expectantly.
Sucking it up, Miyako snatched up the card and tore it open.
Inside was the card and she unfolded it, feeling terrified Ken himself was going to jump out of it.
"R-Read it Mimi-chan! I can't look!"
Mimi sighed, and snatched the card out of Miyako's hand. She read it, her cheeks turning a bit rosy, and her eyes widening as seconds passed. "...mmm..."
"What's the verdict?!" Miyako asked, a touch of hysteria entering her voice. It was probably a list of all the things he despised about her, a recipe for something nasty, maybe a death note--anything!!
The train lurched to a stop, and the doors opened. Mimi stuffed the card in her purse, and walked towards the platform. "We need to transfer. This way."
Miyako's jaw hung open, aghast. But she didn't get time to object, rushing to follow Mimi through the platform and its throngs of people.
"Mimiiii!" She caught up, adjusting her hat.
I knew it--- Ken-kun wrote a sonnet of "10 ways to Ignore Inoue-san" She pressed her hands together in prayer and nudged Mimi again when they re-boarded the new train.
"Give it to me straight, Dr. Mimi..!"
"...." Mimi gave Miyako a somber stare, holding the card in her hand firmly.
The two girls stared at each other. Miyako blinking repeatedly and getting more stressed while Mimi just looked so..!
"I-I can't take it anymore!!" Miyako pleaded, lunging for the card so she could read it herself. Totally forgetting she still had the actual present to open.
Mimi surrendered the card to Miyako, and folded her arms with a scoff. "Gee, just a moment ago you were dreading the thing."
"Well, you used reverse psychology or something!" Miyako huffed, clutching the card. "Okay okay, I'm reading it. Happy?"
She adjusted her glasses and read.
Miyako.
Though I have wished this winter would be warm as atmosphere of the world clothed in coat of white, it doesn't seem the warmth is the only gift of the winter.
We've been through a lot this year...ne?
Just like the strengthening branches of trees that withstands the harsh rainstorm and snow storm, I want us to grow as in persons through this bumpy ride.
I.... too, have tried to draw, as I recalled your beautiful illustrations.
I admit it's not much, my little attempt at "art", but it took awhile so please look at it with kind eyes.
Honestly, you caught me by surprise with your sketchbook.
I had no idea that you were such talented artist, as the lovely girl with spectacles always had a thing for machines rather than paper.
The fact I have gotten to see a side of you I wasn't aware of before has made me so excited with simple joy, I couldn't help but smile again and again.
I hope...that we'll continue to learn more about each other just like this, closing in on the distance between our hearts.
Though I'm still stumble and struggle, being the uncool person I am, but I was able to go on thinking your bright smile.
...Though I'm still like a hedgehog in a way.
I'll try my best.
So that I would be able to face you and mirror that smile one day.
-Merry Christmas.
...Ken Ichijouji
At the bottom of the card was a drawing Ken had done attached with a single piece of clear scotch tape.
Fanart drawn by blue_kindness
Miyako bowed her head, shaking slightly. Black clouds might as well have been over her head shooting lightening down and frazzling her thoughts.
"Mimi-chan.. hit me with a blunt object.. now!" She gripped the bar more tightly.
Mimi lightly tapped her with her purse, looking away idly. "...I would say how I'm jealous, but..."
Mimi turned to look at Miyako. She let out a small sigh, and discretely circled an arm around the lilac-tressed girl's shoulders. She pulled her close and gave her a thorough squeeze. "Hey c'mon. Things'll get better. Promise."
"Mimi-chan..." She frowned. "How could someone say those things and completely ignore me? If it were me, I'd go talk to him straight away." She had a very good idea of what the gift was.
"Is this what it was like for you? When Yamato-san.." Miyako paused, not wanting to draw similarities to her horrible situation and Mimi's relationship. There were none, Mimi-chan was better at love than her after all.
Mimi shook her head. "Miyako-chan...I can't say for sure." She lowered her eyes. Comparing the situation between Miyako and herself was difficult. "I don't know Ken-kun that well. At least, what I can gather from him is..." She thought for a moment. "I think he is still hurting, so he needs to heal...in a different way, you know?"
Mimi watched them pull out of another station. "In the case of Yama-kun, I think it was unintentional...just carelessness, you know? And miscommunication." She paused, and looked to Miyako. "Ken-kun is much gentler than Yama-kun is. He's fragile, and hasn't calloused himself like Yama-kun has, so he's tender."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she shifted her hips and switched hands on the handle hook. She looked around the train for some seats. This conversation was getting heavy, and she didn't want to have it standing. "If I were to hurt Yama-kun..."
"Mimi-chan it's impossible for you to hurt someone!! You're the sweetest person in the whole world!" Miyako shook her head. "I'm just too used to treating everyone in the way I like to be treated. I guess I always forget that sometimes, in this case... I shouldn't be so blunt."
Miyako blew out her breath, tickling her nose in the process. A group of businessmen stood up for their stops, relinquishing their seats and she grabbed Mimi's arm so they could zip in and steal them.
"What I need is a.. a peace offering!" Miyako smiled, taking the seat, happy to get off her feet. "Yeah, I'll just bet this is..." She reached into the bag and opened up the wrapping on the gift, not surprised at what she found.
A beautiful sketchbook and a set of 12 copic markers. A small fortune for a student like Ken to spend on a jerk like her.
She hugged the book close. "He... He's just too kind you know? I'll draw him the best picture ever!"
Mimi smiled, "I bet he would love that!" She sat back in her seat, and sighed. "I dunno, I haven't been feeling very sweet lately, if you know what I mean."
"You mean the thing with Catherine-san..?" Miyako leaned back with her arms crossed protectively over the book. "You shouldn't feel bad about that. She was in the wrong, in my opinion!"
Mimi folded her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs. "Well, we appear to be in the minority--or if they did agree, they sure didn't feel the need to back me up." Mimi sighed heavily out of her nose. "I mean, take out the fact that Takeru had just been dumped by his--" Mimi made quotation marks with her fingers, "boyfriend whose unhealthy relationship with put me through the ringer for several months."
Miyako face faulted at that. "H-Huuuuh?..."
She crossed her legs. "Then, not even two weeks later he's playing slumber party with someone halfway across the world."
Mimi paused, and breathed. "So completely disregard that for a second. I'm not even gonna go there, it's not my problem anymore."
She muttered below her breath. "But poor Hikari-chan...First Italy, then Yuki, and now this..."
Mimi shook her head, a determined look on her face. "DISregarding that!!!"
"...." Miyako's brain imploded. "Wa-waitaminute. Waitaminute...!!!"
She felt a hundred different things try to come out of her mouth at once so in panic she closed it, swallowed, and took a deep breath.
"Are. You. Serious?" Miyako articulated.
Mimi blinked. "Oh. You mean you didn't--? I thought everyone kne--oh, crap." Mimi put a hand to her mouth.
She looked up thoughtfully, scratching her chin lightly. "That might be why everyone thinks I'm over-reacting...how many of them knew about the Yuki-thing...?" Her voice faded off quietly, but quickly regained itself. "But DISREGARDING THAT!"
"Ack--" Tongue-tied, Miyako almost fell over. "Disregarding what?! We-Well.. now that explains why Takeru-kun didn't bat an eye when I asked him to kiss Daisuke." She tapped her temple.
"But-- What?! I can't believe it! Did you work things out with Catherine? Seems to me like it'd be hard to smooth that over."
Mimi shrugged. "Yeah, to be honest, I'm washing my hands of the whole debacle. I mean, who am I to speak out against the little baby brother and everyone's favorite debutante?" Mimi quirked with a French accent. She slouched against Miyako and toyed with a lock of her girlfriend's thick, straight hair. "I've lost my touch."
"You have not." Miyako gave a have smile. "And you haven't lost me. If you ever need back up don't bother calling, I'm your front lines!" She could feel love well up and sparkle over. Miyako clasped one of Mimi's hands. "I'm your knight, okay? Mimi-oujoo-sama!"
She laughed at the name. Mimi was the one she could always count on, she didn't want to ever let her down again. With all these problems popping up within their ranks, they had to stick together!
Mimi giggled, and gave Miyako a thumb up. "I am so glad you are back to being yourself, Miyako-chan." The train crept to a stop. "Ah! We're here!"
With a hiss, the doors slid open. Mimi stood, and nudged Miyako. "Let's move, we don't want to be late!"
"Okay, okay!" Miyako packed up her things hurriedly, following Mimi's quick steps. Her bag didn't feel like it was holding ugly coal anymore.
She looked at Mimi's pretty hair being toyed with in the station's wind. More like a diamond.
"To Paradise!" Miyako cheered.
Going through the ticket gate, Mimi led the way to Roppongi Hills--only the hottest, ritziest, most expensive part of Tokyo to date. Art galleries, restaurants, TV Asahi, movie theatres...not to mention designer stores everywhere!
But that would be for another time. Mimi could feel the knots in her back start to moan at her--and knowing how Miyako-chan hunched herself over the computer all the time--surely she felt the same.
"Prepare yourself, Miyako-chan." Mimi warned as they walked through the rich wooden doors into a brightly lit, serene lobby. "After today, you might find yourself addicted to this place."
This really was paradise. Miyako's senses screamed in awe as she looked around. Mimi really was a princess, this was so.. perfect!!
"Oh my god!!" Miyako squealed. If Poromon were there he'd had been squeezed to death from glee. "Where to first? Where to first?" She hopped from one foot to another.
A young adult woman--probably in her early thirties, approached the two girls, bowing gently. "Welcome, ladies. I assume you are the Tachikawa party?"
Mimi nodded. "That's us."
The woman bowed again. "Thank you very much for choosing us. Please follow me into your private suite."
Mimi smiled to Miyako, her eyebrows rising, impressed.
"Private!" The purple haired girl blurted then covered her mouth with a blush. She locked eyes with Mimi, overjoyed.
"This way, ladies." The woman gestured with her hand and the two girls followed her.
Miyako's eyes darted everywhere as she caught glimpses of what she'd seen in the brochure.
Mimi seemed completely unfazed by the spa--as if she had been here before. She observed the tiles they walked on, the finely polished doors and mirrors that lined the walkway. She slowly inhaled, and closed her eyes for a moment. Fresh lilies in giant vases were waiting in front of their room, prepared to greet them with their scent as they entered.
Mimi looked around the room, and nodded in approval. "I think this will do nicely, don't you?" She walked towards the lilies and lowered her face towards them to take in their sweet scent.
"Mmm!" Miyako could smell the beautiful aroma as well. "More than I ever dreamed of." Placing her bag and light jacket on a plush chair carefully she looked around.
"Ah!" Miyako opened the cupboard and took out a robe. "I guess we get into these and then call for some pampering huh?"
Mimi pulled out a menu from on top of the table and flipped through it. "It kinda depends upon what you want to do, though...there's so many different kinds..." She flipped through the pages. "They have them organized by scent, health benefits, geographic themes...."
"Uh.." That was a bit overwhelming. "Well what do you feel like doing first?" Miyako toed out of her shoes and got out the slippers from the cupboard.
Her shirt was unbuttoned and hung up on a rack.
"Oooh, how about a chocolate massage!" She fantasized. "Do they have those? Mm..."
Mimi dropped her clothes the floor in a messy heap, and, left only in her undergarments, scooped them up and shook them out. "It wouldn't surprise me if they did. But you can't eat it while they are massaging you..." Mimi smiled to Miyako over her shoulder as she unclasped her bra.
Miyako stripped off her jeans, almost toppling over by trying to multitask and take her socks off at the same time. "What's the point of that then? Ooh, with cherries on top." She imagined a sexy masseuse putting chocolate and a cherry garnish on top her and Mimi. Relaxation and dessert at the same time..?
Excitement overload!
Her bra came next as she stepped into the slippers. Miyako grabbed the other pair and turned to hand them to her friend.
"Ee! Mimi-chan where did you get that?" She pointed to the very girly oh-so pretty bra. "It's so cute!"
Mimi looked down at her bra, and peeled it off. "Oh these?" Mimi handed it over to Miyako to look at. "Victoria's Secret. Real famous store in America." Mimi pulled down her underwear and stepped out of them, folding them neatly and resting them on top of her clothes. "Would you hand me that other robe, Miyako-chan?"
Mimi rubbed her arms a bit, turning to a mirror and examining herself critically. Maybe a weight-loss massage or cellulite treatment...
"Bikktoria Shiikuretto..?" Miyako tried to sound it out. It wasn't something she'd ever heard of, but boy did they make nice underwear! It was probably super expensive if Mimi's taste had any indication.
She turned it over in her hands and then held it up to her own chest. "Mmm, how does Yama-kun like this...?" She said in her best Mimi-impression.
Mimi's arms flailed and she reached over to Miyako to snatch it out of her hands. "I do not do that!"
Mimi folded up the bra and set it next to her underwear. She then took her open robe and started to tie it shut. "I will have you know that I bought those before I even thought of giving Yama-kun the time of day..." She faded off a bit, and thought about what exactly she was thinking when she bought them...
"Yama-kun was the last person on my mind then..."
Miyako pursed her lips at that and tied her own robe, figuring the best way to continue was to ignore the topic of boys and all things pertaining to it.
"Okay, let's have a rule. For the rest of the day, no more boys! Only girls, agreed?" She grinned and placed her pinky finger out for Mimi.
"Best idea EVER!" Mimi shot out her arm, pinky extended.
"Bingo!" With her other hand Miyako reached for the call buttons on the phone in the suite. "Now let's get that massage!! Because we are girls, and we have very girly needs." She nodded profusely.
"One chocolate massage, and one Maui Princess for me~!" Mimi declared. That's right. Time for Mimi-chan to reclaim what was rightfully hers!
Miyako punched in the call numbers enthusiastically humming the same song she'd been humming that morning.
A cheerful woman answered the phone with a pleasant voice. "Hello, how may I help you?"
"Yes," Miyako fiddled with the pockets of her robe. They were so deep..! "We're in suite 12 and wanted to start off with a massage."
"Excellent choice, Miss.." The woman checked her listings. "Tachikawa. I'll send for one now."
Miyako nearly giggled at being called Mimi, and grinned. "Yes, yes, but I have a friend with me, so please send two!"
"Of course, right away. Thank you!" The woman bowed even though it was over the phone.
"No, no," Miyako said imperiously, chortling. "Thank you!"
Mimi fell back in a chair, and slowly deflated with a sigh. "I hope Palmon and Hawkmon are doing okay..."
Miyako's eyebrows quirked up at that. "You know, Hawkmon had been acting really weird after Hanami and I didn't find out why until I checked Palmon's livejournal."
Mimi tilted her head. "What's up with him? Palmon hasn't been funny at all."
"The two of them got into a scuffle with a pair of street kids on the bus and I think Hawkmon may have got his butt kicked."
She laughed a little. "At first I was worried he'd been seriously hurt, but it's really just his pride."
Mimi gasped and shot up. "They got in a fight?!" Mimi sunk back into her seat. "I wonder why Palmon didn't say anything..."
Mimi held her chin thoughtfully. "Had I known, I would have made it clear that they were to stay home while we were gone...I don't want anything happening to them."
"It just goes to show that you were more than right. Digimon still aren't safe here, we all knew that but didn't want to see the truth. They were alone and got attacked, sure it wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but you never know what could happen the next time..."
Miyako didn't like where this was going, but it needed to be brought to light. Mimi was the best person to talk to about these sorts of things.
"I'm not so worried about them right now, I doubt they'll go anywhere!"
Mimi nodded. "It's not that I am worried that they couldn't handle themselves--but why would we want to even risk subjecting them to that?" She lifted her feet and planted them on the edge of the chair, pulling her knees to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees, and stared out in front of her.
"If you think about it...our Digimon would never suggest splitting from us, no matter the circumstance." She quietly muttered. "Were the roles reversed, Palmon would never send me to do something by myself. She would always insist on coming along."
Miyako looked down at that. She hadn't told Hawkmon to go with Palmon, but she'd ignored him as soon as she'd gotten to the gathering. She felt a pang of guilt and decided to sugar coat it.
"They've done some exploring themselves. Did you see that they've been interested in where babies come from!?"
Mimi flat stared and sweatdropped. "We both saw that." She sighed, and shook her head. "I'm surprised Shin-san hasn't given his two yen abou--" She caught herself. "Ah. Almost broke our promise!" She nervously laughed, and stuck out her tongue. "Sorry!"
Miyako eyes her suspiciously for mentioning that horrible man she knew as Jou-san's older brother. She didn't comment.
There was a knock at the door and Miyako's grin returned when the masseuses announced themselves. Male~!... Wait, is this breaking the promise..? She thought absentmindedly as she jumped up and opened the door.
"Bi-Bishounen...." She whispered, completely forgetting her previous thought.
Mimi stood abruptly at the arrival of the masseuses, and scuttered behind Miyako. She put her hands on the girl's shoulder, and leaned over, her mouth agape in wonder and awe.
Two lithe, tall young men occupied their doorway--with glowing skin and soft hair that framed their faces and brushed across their brows--Ah! Mimi internally squealed.
"Ba-ba-bu-buuuh," Miyako said incoherently.
The one with dark brown hair smiled and butterflies sailing across rainbow beams appeared in Miyako's vision.
"I'm Kinomiya, and this is--"
"Koyabashi!" The second man grinned. His black hair wafting on a breeze.
Mimi clasped her hands together, the world fading away into a cloud of pink and sparkles. "Koh-ko-ko-kuh..."
The raven-tressed young man smiled, and nodded to his partner. "Now which one of you is doing the Maui deluxe package?"
Mimi went as rigid as a board, and stuck her hand sky-high. "Princess here!"
Koyabashi chuckled and if it were possible, each one of his teeth sparkled with the tell-tale ping.
He pulled in the cart of oils, towels and scents.
Kinomiya looked to Miyako who nearly turned to goo. "So you must be the chocolate lover."
"Or-Or just lover." Miyako fawned and almost fell over herself.
The brunette laughed and went to set up the cots for them to lie down on.
Mimi's hands returned to Miyako's shoulders, and she squeezed them tensely. "...I gotta get a hold of myself..."
Miyako shook herself. "Uhm.. uh right. Right! They're boys after all. Just, stupid old boooiiii...." Kinomiya was bending over.
She slapped herself. "Okay."
Koyabashi gestured for them to lie down. "Do you prefer heated oil or no?"
Mimi's eyes were locked on the emeralds that rested in where Kobayashi's eyes were meant to be. "...h..hot..." She breathed, slowly climbing on the table. She sucked through her teeth. Hold up. Hold up! I'm in a steady relationship with Ishida Yamato of the Teenage Wolves! She spread herself on her stomach, and tried to refocus. A very talented, very hard-working---aaaahhh--! Her eyes nearly rolled back as she felt the stream of hot oil drizzling down the small of her back.
Miyako tried desperately to get onto the cot but kept fumbling it up or something because if she got on it from the front it folded up in the back. If she tried the back it flew up to almost smack her in the face!
Kinomiya chuckled behind his hand and held it down for her so she could finally stay on there.
"This chocolate scented rub is one of my favourites." He said in a sensual voice. "We have a decadent platter of chocolate covered cherries that can be added to the experience if you so choose."
Miyako crushed her face into the cradle. "Yes, please!"
"You must be extremely fashionable, Miss." Koyabashi gently observed while kneading Mimi's calf muscles. "Your legs are taut and your hamstrings are knotted. Lots of pumps, I bet?"
Mimi giggled, "Well, I work in television, it can't be helped." Oh, man... She moaned. "Ah--e--excuse me, I should warn you that I am really ticklish--I don't want to kick you by accident--"
Koyabashi chuckled, and if it was possible for Mimi to melt any more, she would have, but then she would have probably gone down the drain. "Let's make a deal. I'll tell you what I'm doing, and you tell me how it feels, alright?"
Oh hell yes. Mimi swooned.
The soft kneading of Kinomiya's hands switched to fast chopping and then to slow soft kneading again. Miyako was in heaven!!
"Mm.. Mimi-chan, this was the best. Idea. Ever! I wish I could come back here all the time."
"Isn't it great? One of life's simple pleasures..." Mimi crooned, mumbling incoherently. "...I should make Yama-kun take massage lessons..."
Miyako gasped, and put her glasses back on, taking care not to upset Kinomiya's godly hands. "Mimi-chan, no boys remember? Although..." She rested her face against her crossed arms.
"About the send-off party, have we got a date yet? Yamato-san's gotta go on tour sometime right?"
Kinomiya's steady motions faltered for a brief moment before continuing.
"He leaves this week." Mimi plainly stated, adding a sigh. "He just announced the tour launch today."
Koyabashi looked to his partner, "Yamato-san? Ah! I knew it! I knew I saw you somewhere before!" He looked down at Mimi and turned her on her back to see her face, exposing her full-frontal.
Mimi blushed, and threw her arms over her breasts and crossed her legs modestly, "What are you--?!"
"It's that girl in the magazines!" Koyabashi pointed to Mimi's face.
Miyako jumped, knocking shoulders with her masseuse, not concerned about her own modesty for the moment. "WHA---? Magazines?!" She stared at Mimi's nakedness and one thing jumped to her mind. "Mimi-oneesama you’re in dirty mags?!?!" She screeched making Kinomiya cover his ears.
Mimi sat up and shouted to Miyako. "NO! Why would I do that?! I don't even need the money!" She glared at Koyabashi, who had his fingers pressed to his smiling lips. His eyes shone with glee.
"You're...you're his GIRLFRIEND oh my GOOOOD!" the man squealed, scurrying over to his partner and taking his hands. "We've got a real-life, Teenage Wolves GIRLFRIEND!" He gasped, and held out his hands. "And I touched her! Do you think it'll rub off on me?!"
"Ah, it's pretty coincidental stuff!!" The brunette replies, intertwining their fingers making the oils squish. "Weren't we talking about them just the other day?! That Yamato is real hot stuff." He swooned.
Miyako gawked, her glasses sliding down her face. She looked down and noticed her state, almost getting whiplash covering herself up. "You two are fans..?"
Kinomiya smiled, eyeing the man next to him fondly. "Toshi-kun here is such a fan."
Koyabashi sighed, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling. "That Ishida boy...mmh. I could lick him like a spoon."
Mimi shot up from the table, and pointed at Koyabashi. "Hey! I'm in the same room, you know!"
Kinomiya put a finger to Koyabashi's lips and shushed him with soft eyes. "Relax my sweet. I.. I wanted to surprise you but I got you tickets to one of their shows."
"O-Oh, Oh Hisoka!!" They embraced each other; feathers floating among shimmering bubbles filled the air behind them and their show of great emotion.
Miyako nearly cried. Out of jealousy or sentimentality, it wasn't so obvious.
"Let's go get them now from my locker!" Kinomiya replied and together the two masseuses ran out the door, sparkles wafting in their wake.
"....." Miyako paused before getting up to close the door and turned back to Mimi. "Let's have that party this weekend."
Mimi stood there, stark naked and twitching. "..yeah. And make sure it's only friends that are invited..."
"Wanna do chemical peels next?" Miyako asked with a slowly growing smile.
Mimi turned back to Miyako, a smile appearing to match. "...I'm glad to know one of us can keep her focus!"
Making a sound of agreement Miyako bounded over to the phone and ordered the peels, hoping the beauticians who would come this time were slightly less good looking.
Miyako laughed and gave Mimi the bingo. "You know what they say; it's always the cute ones!"
"Don't say that." Mimi darkly replied, her eyes shadowing over.
"Oops!" The purple haired girl covered her mouth.
Miyako couldn’t help it, she opened her arms wide and hugged the life out of Mimi.
"Thank you Mimi, for today. It’s been great!! And I promise, your send off party will probably make everything perfect."
She hopped up and down in excitement. "Now let's get back to our serious relaxing!!"
"Amen!" Mimi eagerly agreed, and went back to retrieve her robe. She nodded as she tied the sash around her waist. The send-off party would make everything perfect--for her at least.
"Hey Mimi, they forgot to take the chocolates with them!!"
She looked up to Miyako, and smiled to herself. Then she could shelf that matter and work on doing the same for Miyako.
MIMI IS THE COOLEST PERSON EVER!!! ♥♥♥