This will be a collection of one hundred, probably unrelated, drabbles and short fics featuring the Mira pairing, written for the OTP 100 challenge on LiveJournal. So this is your warning: varying amounts of shoujo ai ahead.
'When I wish upon a star, I throw my pride to the wind,' is a translation of 'hoshi ni negai o, kaze ni puraido,' the first line of 'I Wish.' I played with it a little so that it sounds more lyrical and to get the nuances I wanted. Aside from being Digimon Adventure's first ending song, it is also the song Mimi sings in the Japanese version of 'Princess Karaoke.'

Prompt: Singer
I Wish

'When I wish upon a star, I throw my pride to the wind' is the first line of the song. It's what she sang every time she could be coaxed onto the Gekomon's stage. But she never thought about it until now. Not until a hazy vision of Sora—everything strong and loving and good—appeared and helped her realize how spoiled she was being, how awful she was for manipulating the Gekomon and Otamamon, for locking her friends away.

The water isn't calm, but it isn't really rough, either. The swan-shaped boat is being rocked by the waves, and it's rocking her, and usually Mimi would let it lull her to sleep. But she can't. She's not afraid she'll fall off and drown; she knows how loud she can scream, and that as soon as she does, Palmon and the boys will wake up and save her. She thinks maybe she ought to worry about it, as Taichi fully supported Jou when he suggested she crawl inside the boat with them for the night.

She smiled cutely at the suggestion, made an implication and watched bright red fireworks bloom over the boys' faces. She couldn't help giggling at the time, but she is all seriousness now.

'I throw my pride to the wind,' is the problem with the song's lyrics, she thinks. Mimi thinks she lied every time she sang the song. She never threw her pride to the wind. She fed it with fancy gourmet foods, wrapped it in white satin and pink chiffon and topped it off with a mass of fluffy curls and a jeweled crown. She used it to beat down on the poor Gekomon and Otamamon, held it above their heads and worked them to the bone with it. Her angelic voice. Her pride in her gift.

The ends of her hair are still curled, and it shames Mimi to look at it. Her actions over the past few months are crashing down around her and it hurts. It hurts to look back and realize what a little dictator she's been. She's wondering how she ever let herself go so far, because she knows, she knows it's wrong to order people around. And… she was awfully selfish about the food and the baths and the clothes.

Her cheeks warm as she remembers the satiny gowns edged with snowy lace and sleek, silky ribbons with a note of longing. Her old cowgirl dress is some dyed cotton blend, and it feels so rough in comparison. Her pride has definitely not been thrown to the wind, as an evil, selfish little bit of her still thinks she deserves to be a princess.

So… Mimi guesses she has to control that evil, selfish little bit. Or eradicate it, if she can. Erase her selfishness, truly throw her pride to the wind, wish upon a star that she'll stop being a spoiled little princess and grow up and be strong and loving and good to everyone.

She remembers waking up after a nightmare, wrapped in silk bed sheets (don't think about that!), lying on a soft, downy mattress (as opposed to a bumpy, plastic swan—oh, I have to stop being so selfish!). She remembers pale light filtering in from the tall window. A girl emerging from her sleepy haze, awash in moonlight, eyes gentle and concerned.

She remembers how sweetly Sora spoke to her, encouraged her, and didn't judge. How Sora took her hand. Mimi wonders if she dozed off as Sora held her hand and whispered to her, because she next remembers the crest glowing, soft and pale green, mingling with the moonlight, overpowering it. Her eyes opening, seeing no sign of Sora's visit except the midnight breeze stirring the curtains of a window she thought she closed.

The teardrop glyph burns in her mind and a real teardrop falls into the water. Surely Sora threw her pride to the wind long ago. Sora doesn't have to wish to be good and loving; she's everything she ought to be.

Mimi pulls the pendant, the crest, out from under her dress, holds it up to be framed by the moon and stars. Not for the first time, she wonders if the glyphs—Taichi's burning sun, Jou's glowing cross—mean anything.

She wonders if the green teardrop is pride. She thought she was releasing all of her pride on stage, right before she sang her song. She felt overwhelmed, she cried, she felt like anything resembling pride or selfishness must have run down her cheeks and sunk into the floor.

Mimi frowns all of a sudden, her contemplation of wishing and pride and tears interrupted. There is something fast and fiery red flying through the sky. It skims the clouds, so it can't be a star… Mimi is too sleepy now to make the connection. It's pretty and it makes her feel safe.

It briefly obscures the brightest star, and then fades out of sight. Whether it's altitude or distance, Mimi can't tell. She simply smiles at bright blue star and in a shining moment of clarity, she wishes she didn't have to wish to throw her pride to the wind.

She lets the crest fall back against her breast, it hurts a little but she thinks she deserves it, and she is too tired to care. She sighs, she thinks she'll take the boys up on their offer and cuddle up between them. Palmon already has.

A strong gust of wind throws her slightly off-balance as she crawls down the side of the boat. Mimi yelps as she falls backwards, but as she predicted, the others awaken.

They catch her around the waist, but not before the end of her ponytail is submerged, rinsing away her curls.