A/N: This fic is a Red Notebook Mimato, and thusly a first on my list. Let me say, right here and now, that this is NOT a normal pairing for me, so forgive any awkwardness held therein. I am . . . *furtive glance around* . . . a TAITO writer. Yet I am quite proud of how this little story turned out.

Besides, every Taito fan's got at least one of these in 'em. Or a Taiora- or a Sorato, depending on who and what you're into and just how much you hated the last episode of 02.

Yamato's POV.

"Sincerely, Mimi"

I never really looked at her. Knew she was there, and of course I SAW her, but I never looked past the perky attitude and the cowboy hat. I just assumed she was the flighty ditz she acted like and didn't bother to get to know her.

GOD, I'm such an idiot.

Still, it's not like she ever gave me any hint that she was more than she appeared. She has the crest of sincerity, and she's still hiding her heart. Although, my crest and I never seemed to get along too well either . . .

But that's not the point. The point is that I woke up this morning and missed her. I nearly choked on my toothbrush when I figured it out, but it's true. This girl that I barely know- I MISS her.

Ever since she moved, there's been this funny tight feeling in my chest. I didn't know what it was before; didn't even know it had anything to do with her. Even when she E-mailed Sora with the news that she was dating Michael and the feeling got so bad that I couldn't even BREATHE some days, I didn't understand.

Then, last night, she sent ME an E-mail.

"Dear Yamato,

I'm coming back for spring break.

By the way, Michael and I broke up. Just thought you'd like to know.



I thought it was strange the first time I read it; stranger still the second. So I printed it out and stuck it under my alarm clock to decipher at a later date. And this morning, I got up, took a shower, and halfway through scrubbing my incisors got struck by a pretty obvious realization.

Mimi had E-mailed ME. Mememememe. Not Taichi, not Sora- ME.

I swear to God, if I'd had confetti, I'd have thrown a party then and there. Mimi was finally coming home! I was finally getting another chance to-!

And that would be about the time reality hit.

Mimi + Matt = Not a chance in Hell, Ishida.

I don't know what gave me the idea to like her so much. She's vapid, spoiled, bubble-brained, and . . . beautiful. And honest, and trustworthy . . . and way out of your league, Ishida, so snap outta it!

But I can't. I can't help it. I've fallen for a girl I haven't seen face-to-face in literally YEARS, and I honestly don't know what to do about it. Girl chase ME, I don't chase them.

. . . Well, that didn't sound too conceited, Yamato. Jerk. You don't deserve her.

But I love her, so I guess I have to try.

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