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Roses White and Red~~A Digimon Season 02 Fanfiction

By Forever3330

Part One: White

            She loves the white roses best. Not pink, as many would think, but the roses of flawless white, with the thorns still on. She told me so, after the showered pink roses from yesterday, signed Friendship. I'd have thought she wouldn't care if they were dying orange daffodils, so long as they were from him, but I was wrong.

            "They're lovely." Those words, as well as the ones that came next, had to be squeezed from me like blood, but she did not notice. As always. "You must be thrilled he cares about you so much.

            Tachikawa Mimi had raised her eyebrows, flipping strawberry-blonde hair over one shoulder, wearing a small frown. "Yamato-kun? I doubt it. Maybe he thinks he does.but we've all known eachother for perhaps six years now, and I doubt he knows anything about me."

            "That's not entirely fair, Mimi-chan." Why is it I always end up defending him? I don't want to.but I guess it's because I think he's more deserving of her. No one deserves her, of course. We're merely blessed to be in her presence. But he can give her the world, and more. I've nothing that great. "Remember your birthday?"

            "Oh, just admit it, Sora-chan, The only reason he even knew what to get me, let alone where to get it, was because of you." She grinned at that. "I'm not entirely clueless, you know. Only you could have gotten something so perfect. And I know for a fact that Ymato-kun didn't know what Miwashin, Girl Reporter, was until that day."

            She had me there. But I had wanted that birthday to be perfect. "Well, the flowers are nice."

            "I like white roses." The other girl tilted her head to the sky, as if none of it mattered to her anyways. "With the thorns. It seems like a lie, otherwise."

            "A lie?"

            She smiled, in the way that made me smile back, no matter how I was worrying. "Nothing is thornless. In the world, I mean. I'm no good with words, as you should well know, but I guess it's like you're lying, saying everything is painless, perfect. Sometimes pain can be sweet, as well. Like Love."

            Mimi still amazes me, all the time, even as I walk at her side, chattering about homework on a random day, but sometimes the things she says are just her without a doubt. "They're like you."

            "What do you mean?" She's so cute, when confused.

            "Purity."

            And she had laughed, letting the pink bouquet drop to the ground. I had smiled at the sound.

            I came into school early, today, to set my gift of a dozen white roses, thorns still on, at her desk, signed Love,

            Because she loves the white roses best.

End Part One

Notes: La! La! La! Lalala! O.o; Yeah, so...not much to say. Till next time!