Disclaimer: Applying to this whole story. I don't own Digimon and most probably I never will. I do own however whatever strange plot this story starts to take. Thank you.
Summary: Mimi: Skilled, Poised, Beautiful and top notch spy. Matt: Confident, Logical, Attractive and unwilling partner. Tai: Stubborn, Hot headed, Hot and right on their trail. But behind it all screened in the shadows lies the one who pulls the strings…
Authors Note: Hey guys! Been a while hasn't it? I'm really sorry. And I hope there are still people out there who are wiilling to review and that you enjoy this. A tad different to my usual stories because it has more drama/action though there is romance because that's what I enjoy writing most. Any questions? Feel free to ask and I'll answer next time! Thanks.
The Beginning
Tai rubbed his eyes and stared wearily at the computer screen in front of him. It glowed blue in the dim light illuminating the various profiles and figures that were currently making his head spin. Growling Tai drank deeply from his coffee cup before slamming it down on his desk. He was not going to give up. Not now, not ever. And if that damn computer didn't stop smirking at him he was going to punch a hole right through its smug little screen and…Tai blinked and then groaned burying his head in his hands. The lack of sleep was really starting to get to him. But he couldn't give up now. Not when things were really starting to heat up. "Why though?" murmured Tai. "What could possibly be so important, that anyone who's anyone is getting worked up about? What are they planning?" He stared at the monitor once again but tonight at least it wasn't giving him any answers. Sighing he stood up and closed the various windows. His mouse hovered over the 'x' on the last one. A shadowy profile was shown in the corner of the page, barely visible except for a lock of chestnut hair and the corner of a smile. The small picture was accompanied by pages of writing, dates and information. Tai shook his head grimly as he shut down the computer. "You think you're untouchable Tachikawa but you're not. I will find you. I swear it."
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Matt rubbed his aching head angrily. What the hell was going on? And why was he feeling so sore? Standing up he dusted off his suit and looked around before his mouth fell open in surprise. His car, a dark blue convertible lay twisted and smashed at the foot of a tree. Behind it lay the smoking remains of a truck along with, here Matt gulped, a few ashy remains. Something hot and warm trickled down his forehead and he reached up a hand surprised to find it coated with blood when he brought it down. Screwing his eyes shut Matt tried to recall what had happened. He'd woken up that morning at the normal time, gotten dressed, grabbed his suitcase…his eyes shot open. His suitcase! Actually if you wanted to be technical it wasn't actually his. He must've gotten it mixed up with someone else's at the airport yesterday because when he got home it was filled with papers, and documents that he didn't even begin to understand. So he'd taken them out to leave at the police station later when he got back from work and then he'd grabbed the suitcase and left. His forehead creased as he tried to make sense of the events. Had someone staged the crash just to get that bag? It seemed ludicrous yet…there didn't seem any other way to explain it. He looked around again and stepped cautiously forward. The ground was warm from the sunshine and it seemed amazing that here in this country lane someone had committed a premeditated murder. Slowly he took another step, and another, just one more…a tinkling tune broke the silence and Matt froze. Reaching a trembling hand into his pocket he pulled out his battered phone. He checked the ID.
Caller Unidentified
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Mimi blew on her scarlet nail polish idly, legs dangling over the edge of the sofa. She glanced at the T.V. briefly. The news flashed on and she caught a glimpse of what looked like a car crash before it was turned off. "Hey," she frowned turning to the wild haired boy behind her. "What did you do that for?"
The boy smirked and dangled the remote teasingly out of her reach. "Please," he huffed. "As if they're going to say something you don't know." Mimi didn't dispute the point still straining for the remote. "Still it's fun to see how much of it they mess up," she argued giving up and flopping back down. Before her friend could answer a noise on the stairs interrupted them. Eyebrows raised Mimi flipped right side up and straightened her top. "So Dai? Invite any guests over then?"
Dai shook his head disgustedly. "You know no one knows the way here except us and the boss."
Mimi flicked a knife out of her jeans. "Are you saying it's the boss here then?"
Daisuke pulled the gun out of his pocket and motioned for her to be quiet. Mimi rolled her eyes. Typical. It was just like males to go all domineering and act macho even when they knew that females were 10 times better then them. The doorknob twisted in what seemed like slow motion and before their visitor could say 'hello' Mimi had the knife at their throat and Dai the gun at their head.
Mimi's eyes widened in surprise as she realised that it was a girl perhaps a year or two younger then herself but her grip didn't slacken. "What do you want?" she asked roughly. "And more importantly how did you get here?" The girl gasped trying to draw in breath and Mimi relented. The girl closed her eyes as if in prayer and then opened them. "He sent me," she managed to get out. "Look in my pocket." Daisuke's eyes glanced at Mimi quickly and she jerked her head. He slipped over and slid a practiced hand into her jeans pocket. The girl gave her head the tiniest shake. "The back one," she mumbled red staining her cheeks. Daisuke's smile grew a tiny bit wider and Mimi felt a tad sorry for the girl. She wouldn't want Dai's hand anywhere near her butt. A moment later (perhaps a few moments later Mimi reflected) Dai held a gold ring in his hand. He looked at it carefully running his fingers over the grooves and the blood red ruby set firmly in the gold and then he nodded. Letting go abruptly Mimi pushed the girl in the direction of the couch and grabbed the ring from Daisuke. "Thank you," she said primly. "I'll take care of that." She slipped it out of sight quickly, "And now," turning to the girl who was massaging her throat and looking thoroughly scared. "How may we help you?"
Dai walked over and slung a casual arm around her shoulders. "We're always happy to help," he added with a wink. Mimi smacked him on the head and smiled a little more gently at the girl. "You're a bit young to be in this business aren't you?" The girl looked up her eyes flashing and Mimi stepped back involuntarily.
"You can never be too young," she replied her voice defiant.
Mimi met her stare head on. The girl's eyes were whirling with emotions. She was clearly an amateur but still if the boss had trusted her enough to send her she was worth something. "Ok then." Mimi sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. "If you've got something to tell us you'd better get on with it Miss-" she paused expectantly.
The girl sank down on the couch resignedly. "Kari. The name's Kari."
"And a very pretty name it is too," interjected Dai. Mimi bit her lip to stop the smile. "Daisuke if you don't shut up I'm going to be sending you to hell a little earlier then expected."
He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Ok, ok. Forgive a guy for having a little fun. So…Kari…what were you going to say?"
Kari's brown eyes were deadly serious "Did you watch the news tonight Miss Tachikawa?"
Any good? I sure hope so! I actually just enjoyed this so much, no idea where it came from though. If you're confused some things will sort themselves out next chappie but new mysteries will present themselves. Also next chapter Mimi and Matt will meet so stick around! And I'm very happy to be back. It feels like its been forever.
Crystal