Term Paper Turmoil

Term Paper Turmoil

SkittleSama

Chapter Three: Mimi's Dilema

Again- thank you to Rienna, Flowright, MuninsFire, Master of the Poke World, Digitalsushi, HeAvEnLy BLiSS, Milly, and BlueVixen2071 for your reviews. I'm sorry that you've all been waiting for chapter three for so long. I promise to get the fourth out as soon as I can. I also have e-mails that I haven't had time to answer as well. My life's been hectic recently. Please note that this fanfiction contains sexual situations and language that is not suitable for all readers.


I don't own digimon or any characters within. I'm borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.

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Bondage? Limbs tied tightly to the bed, he was completely vulnerable as the figure approached in silence. The room was lit dimly and the figure grinned lightly. Darkness. A blindfold. He placed it over Izzy's eyes. The red-haired, teen writhed; the anticipation tortured him more than the restraints. The feel of a tongue teased a nipple gently. Izzy squirmed as his taker's hot breath trailed softly down his ribs. The intensity of the situation alone left him hard as steel. A foreign hand touched and retreated on his cock with maddening gentleness. He ached for a firmer touch, for the feel of being filled from the inside. The figure's tongue joined his hand as it gripped and slid over Izzy's arousal, combining their torment. He pulled and yanked against the straps on his wrists. He was desperate for more. A soft chuckle in the room. Izzy was at his captor's mercy.

Suddenly, he felt nothing. The presence of another body was gone completely; he felt abandoned. Before his mouth could open to speak- to protest, the person was back, body fully against body, the weight of his cock pushing into...

Izzy woke up, startled. His breathing was shallow and he grunted uncomfortably. He rolled quietly, trying to will himself back to sleep so he could finish the dream, but sleep eluded him now. Another grunt earned him the ability to open his tired eyes and glance at the alarm clock to his left. He had been sleeping much longer than planned. Again, he attempted to will himself to sleep, but began to notice the noise that had woken him.

-Beep.Beep. -Beep-Beep.


The cellphone on the counter mocked his temporary insomnia.

An eye struggled open as his arm reached for the offending device. "Mimi?" Why would Mimi have been calling him. "Thirteen missed calls?" The phone beeped again as he replayed the messages:


Message One: 12:37pm:

"Hi, Izzy! It's Mimi! Just calling to say hello! Nobody has heard from you in like, a while now and I just was calling to see how you were. I really want to see you soon! Okay! Call me back. Bye~!"

Message Six: 1:43pm:

"Hi, Izzy! It's just me, Mimi, again. I was just trying to see if you got my last message yet! I guess you're not at home or something. Um, call me back when you get this message okay? Bye bye!"

Message Nine: 2:17pm:

"Izzy? ... Izzy, are you there? It's me. Mimi. Please pick up the phone. Please? Call me back soon. Bye."

Message Thirteen: 2:31pm:

"I ... Izzy? P-Please pick up? I ... I'll call you b-back. Bye."

He looked at the phone curiously. Sure, it was like Mimi to call a lot and make a nuisance of herself with mass messages sometimes, but never ones that sounded so upset. Her voice lacked the brightness and perk in tone that it always possessed. The thoughts of Yolei and his relationship slippied momentarily into the backs of his mind as he questioned the reasoning of the mass voice mails.

That was, until the cellphone rang again.

"...Hello?"

"Izzy? Oh, thank god! Where are you?"

"Mimi? Is that you?"

"Yes, yes! I need to talk to you."

The sound of glasses clinking together and table chairs moving in the background listen a bit more intently.

"Where are you, Mimi?"

"I ... I'm at the coffee-cafe near your house. The one at the corner?"

"Mimi, you don't even like coffee."

"Can you come down and sit with me? I really have to talk with you!"

Izzy eyed the digital clock in his peripheral vision.

"...Okay."

"Thank you, Izzy! I knew I could count on you!"

The conversation ended with a hollow click and he closed the flip phone shut. A sigh escaped his lips. A yawn. A stretch. His computer was still on standby and hummed as it had before he had drifted off to sleep. For a second, he pondered the thought of leaving it here. The thought didn't appeal to him and he unplugged it from the adaptor and slid it into a neaby shoulder bag. His balance shifted, accepting and adapating the weight over one shoulder. Wallet to his back pocket, he headed downstairs.

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A bell on the coffee-cafe's door jingled, slamming against the glass entrance. It attracted the attention of a couple of customers in the corner as well as two employees behind the bar and cash register up front. The place reeked of business suits, expensive shoes, and hazelnut creamer. Though pleasant to some, he could certainly come up with a few others he would have prefered.

Pink hair in the corner booth caught his eye and he leaned over the magazine rack to peek behind it. She looked bothered and swirled a seemingly thick, dark liquid in a mug. Her expression from the side portrayed that of worrisome stress. Delicate pink fingernails tapped the table impatiently. They reached down for a matching cellphone at her side before he took a seat across from her.

"You came!"

"...I said I would."

He expected Mimi to cheer up at least a little at seeing him at her request. Closer inspection revealed traces of smeared mascara along her cheeks. She wasn't crying now, but it was assuring evidence that she had been at some point during those thirteen voice mail messages.

"Izzy? How long have we been friends?"
"A long time, I guess..." He paused. "Why do you ask?"

"Friends can tell eachother anything, right?"

Mimi's face lifted up while she sipped at the mug again. Her face scrunched up in extreme distaste at the coffee before looking down again. Whatever it was that she felt the need to say, she wasn't having the easiest time. Where as Mimi was always smiling and aware, she was now avoiding eye contact as if it were physically painful.

Izzy hunched his shoulders forward and leaned his elbows on the table.

"I wanted to talk about you and Yolei."

Of all the things that were going on- Of all the possibilities that ran through his mind about Mimi's odd behavior- she was getting worked up over his relationship with Yolei? He didn't want to talk about it. He wished that she would change the subject instead of staring down the wood grains of the table. 'How's the weather?' or 'Can you download me a copy of that fashion simulator?' would have been better. But, no- life's never that simple.

"No offense, Mimi, but do we have to talk about that right now?" He retreated back into the seat. "Let's talk about someone else, instead."

"You don't understand! I am talking about someone else."
"Hmm? What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow at her response, looking up at her and finally received a return glance.



"She... they..." Mimi's grip on the mug tensed.

"Yolei slept with Joe... and I saw the whole thing."

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[ End of Chapter Three ]