Title: Beautiful Heart
Author: Trish
Email: snoflayyke@aol.com
Genre: Drama
Pairings: DaiMi (DaisukexMimi)
Timeline: AU
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to Bandai, Toei, and Fox Kids
Story Summary: Strange DaisukexMimi story.
Note: This is my submission for K-chan's "In the Heart of the Sakura" contest.  The deadline is the 31st and today's the 30th so I'm cutting
it a *liiitle* bit close.  The story's kinda weird. Kinda *really* weird. I couldn't fit in the Tai\panda requirement, either. It would have been unpleasent (moreso) if I tried. So, I'm really sorry K-chan! Hope this is *somewhat* decent!

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      It was spring when he first met her; deep in the reccesses of a forest so untouched by the modern world it was almost primeval. She was
sitting with her knees drawn to her chest, the colorful silks of her robe stained with soil and dirt. Cherry blossom petals, shaken loose from their tree tops, rained down on her slowly.

      She made a beautiful sight. He was loathe to disrupt it. So he watched her, in awe, memorizing every detail of the scene, knowing full
well that when it was gone it was gone, and all he would have left was a picture in his mind.

      The wind picked up. Pink petals scattered across the dirt and her hair and dress, caught in the breeze, seemed to want to follow them.

      Her head lifted, slightly, and turned in his direction. Finally, finally she noticed him. Maybe it was the wind whispering in her ear
that she had an admirer. Maybe it was her senses finally realizing that she was not alone. Whatever force brought her to look at him he was

      She had a beautiful face. She had a beautiful everything.

      For what seemed like an eternity they watched each other. Nobody moved. Movement would break the spell. But all great things eventually come to an end and the young girl looked away, heat spreading across her cheeks.

      Slowly, she gathered her long skirts and pushed herself off the petal-covered dirt. She looked as though she were ready to run at any given moment.

      But he couldn't let that happen, could he? Truth be told she was probably some stranger who'd wandered too deep in the forest and gotten lost. But what if she wasn't? What if she was actually his destiny; his future in an expensive and now ruined kimono?

      "C-chotto matte!" it took a second or two but he finally found his voice. It projected across the tree-lined forest. Despite the stutter, it seemed to do the trick. Her dainty, white hands let go of the heavy skirts and she scrutinized his face with curiousity.

      "Dare wa?" he asked, taking hesitant steps torwards her. There was no telling if or when she'd take off to the other side of the forest to escape him.

      "Watakushi wa Tachikawa Mimi desu," she told him.

      A smile touched his lips at her formality. He was glad she trusted him enough to tell her his name, "Boku wa," he jerked a thumb in his direction, "Motomiya Daisuke."

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      She was three years his senior but she didn't act it. She was his equivilant, maturity wise. Everyone called her an insufferable brat, and at least Daisuke had his age to blame.

      He was the only one who really liked her. He was the only one who knew that hidden underneath the layers of selfishness and bravado there was a person inside. Since the day he'd first seen her, cherry blossoms falling about her, he knew. There was no way possible that the gods could have made a creature that was so beautiful on the outside but not on the inside.

      Even if he was the only one who believed in her, he wouldn't give up.

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      "Mimi-chan," whenever he said her name it always sent a tingle down her spine, although she'd never admit it. He was always so nice to her and she didn't know why. She certainly didn't deserve his kindness, not after the way she treated him. She honestly wanted to try and be a better person, but it seemed unfathomable. She had been born and raised a spoiled brat and it wasn't something someone could just stop whenever they wanted.


      "Mimi-chan," he smiled at her and her insides turned to liquid, "Anata wa kokoro ga kirei desu."

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      After that moment everything was different.

      'Mimi, your heart is beautiful.'

      He was the only one who seemed to think so. But it was all she needed. One person telling her what she already knew was all she needed. His words were enough.

      She tried, she really *tried* after that. She wanted to be good. He went against majority and told her that her heart was beautiful. She wanted to prove him right.

      That first day they had met, back in Spring when the cherry blossom petals were falling, her life changed. She was going to make someone happy, even if it was just one person who was already always happy.

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      "Daisuke-kun," her voice was soft; feathery. He thought it would get lost in the wind, "Daisuki desu."

      Of course she did. She was his destiny. But he smiled and said, "Hontou?", anyway.

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      A few years later they were married. Just like that. Everyone tried to hide their shock. Tachikawa Mimi, spoiled and selfish hailing from one of the most well-to-do families in Odaiba, marrying Motomiya Daisuke, her almost complete opposite? He was friendly, outgoing and kind. He led a life just under the comfortable standard of living.

      Of course they eventually excepted it. Mimi took care of him financially and he made her into a kind person. They didn't know the truth. All he did was show her that there was already a kind person inside of her. Everything else was her own doing.

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      She was twenty four when she died. The signs of sickness weren't visible until her final weeks. Through it all she maintained a warm smile, though her eyes showed the pain she suffered.

      Every morning through her sickeness he expected to awake with no one. But that didn't stop him from hoping. Just one more day. I know she can't take anymore, but I can't live without her.

      When she finally did die he wasn't suprised.

      But at the same time he was.

      He had run out of 'one more days'.

      As was her request, she was buried in the forest they met. There was no gravestone, only a sturdy cross protruding from the dirt. It was Spring, and cherry blossoms were sweeping across the sun warmed soil.

      It reminded him of that day seven years ago when he'd first seen a beautiful girl sitting in the dirt; pink petals falling upon her. All he had now was that vision in his head.

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      "Mimi-chan... Daisuki desu."

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      I can pinpoint the *exact* moment my brain started working on auto-pilot. Just after "colorful silks" in the first paragraph. After that I just started typing random words in. Can you tell? That's my explanation for why this story makes no apparent sense. Instead of writing something better (which would take a lot longer) I decided to just stick with this. It took a whole hour and a half (roughly).
      Oh yeah, about my Japanese... My teacher told me I can speak it about as well as a three year old. It sounds so unimpressive, doesn't
it? Gee, and he *meant* it as a compliment. If it's really incorrect\wrong sounding don't get on my ass about it. I'm at the stage where I can barely formulate sentences, for God's sakes!
      One last note (I swear!). When I started writing I had Sakura Taisen in mind, but instead of basing Mimi on Sakura, I based her on *Sumire* of all people. Wufei\Meiran (from Gundam Wing) also had an influence in this.