This is my first ever story and it is a Mimato. I hope mimato fans will like this. I'm new to fanfiction so please people cope with me. This is AUish so i can't promise if other characters will show up or not. But i'll try. Thanks!

Summary: Mimi and Matt are Japan's most popular top models. But they don't seem to like each other. So what happens when they are told by their respective parents aka CEO's of Tachikawa and Ishida corp. to pretend they are dating? How will they manage tolerating each other when they actually hate each other or do they? Read to find out...

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon! Duh!

The rain came down hard, pattering on the asphalt road. The clouds were dark and heavy, hovering up in the sky. Mimi's clothes were soaked as she strapped her legs around Matt's wet waist, his hands supporting her. Water droplets rolled down their cheeks and streamed down strands of hair. Her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips met with a hot kiss in this chilly summer rain.

"I'm out of frames! That's a wrap!" the photographer yelled aloud. He stood up from his crouched position and walked over to the dry tent.

As everyone else dispersed, Matt lazily let down his arms, causing Mimi to slip down his body and barely catch herself with her bare feet.

"Watch it, asshole!" She said as she staggered upright. "Man, I really liked this shirt a half an hour ago." She shook her head in disapproval.

"Oh shut it." Matt ran a hand through his drenched, blond hair. He started to walk towards the tent himself until, from behind; Mimi slammed shoulders with him and strutted in front to get there first.

"Bitch," Matt said without interest and Mimi only thrusted a middle finger up over her head.

Rirrring.

Matt scratched his head through his beautiful, messy hair and rolled around in the sheets. When the annoying ringing continued, he finally picked up the home phone.

"Duh! Don't call me when I'm trying to sleep." He rubbed his weary eyes.

"How'd you know it was me?" The voice from the opposite line said in surprise.

"Caller I.D dumbass!"

"Oh, right. Well I'm on my way over. I'll be there in like twenty minutes. So please put some clothes on or make any girls leave before I get there." He stressed the 'please' when he spoke.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright."

"'Kay. And don't go back to be-" He hung up the phone before his friend finished speaking.

When he glanced over at the clock, he saw that it read 1:30. pm The lateness in the day gave him the motivation to get up. He threw on a pair of dark denim jeans but carelessly ignored a shirt. Then he moved from his bedroom into the stainless steel kitchen. He reached a hand into the refrigerator and drank half a milk carton before retreating to the luxurious T.V. room, connected by open archways.

He switched on his XBOX360 and grabbed a controller, lounging back on the red sofa facing the plasma 60'' screen. He started to play some online game when the front door opened with jingling keys.

"Hey buddy!" Tai Kamiya, a sophisticated chocolate brown haired guy said to his lazy pal. "Ah, well, I see you at least put some pants on this time."

Matt nodded his head in acknowledgement but kept his main focus on the game in front of him, his hands clicking away. Tai sat down next to him.

"Did I have any mail?" Matt asked, as if it was Tai's job to check.

"Hmm yeah. I put it on the counter."

"Well?"

"Nothing important. Just your monthly salary and some letters requesting your appearance."

"Psh. So, what's on task for today?"

"Well, some of us have been up working since 8 this morning, but you have another photo shoot at 3."

"Whatever." Matt bit his lip as his hands swerved out of control, his game very intense right about then.

"Well, I gotta run, but please be on time. I don't want your dad getting pissed at both of us again."

"Whatever."

With an annoyed face, Tai stood up and headed out the front door, slamming it shut.

"Fuckin' bastard, He can afford to blow everything off…" Tai placed a pair of dark shades over his brown eyes, ruffling his bushy hair in the wind as he climbed into his silver Ferrari. Then he sped off down the long driveway.

Beep beep beep.

Mimi rotated onto her stomach to switch off the alarm clock that woke her. She widened her eyes at the 2:00 that stared back at her. Then she slid the brown ringlets of soft hair off her face. She threw her covers off her body and stood with a satin swaying nightgown. She waltzed over to her desk table where she kept her phone and dialed a number.

"What time do I have to come in?"

"Please be here around 3. We don't want your mother having a tantrum again."

"Agreed. I'll be there on time. Promise, Bye!"

She flipped it closed and pranced into the shower. After a half an hour she came back out and changed into a simple dress and strappy flats. There was no point in dressing up if the beauticians and clothes designers would just dress her down. She walked into the kitchen and made herself a healthy fruit smoothie, minus the sugar.

She grabbed her most recently bought purse and headed out the door of her apartment flat at the very top of the complex. She strode into the blinking elevator with her lips pursing a straw, sipping up smoothie. When the lobby elevator doors opened, Mimi strutted out with a bright smile, tossing the empty cup into a nearby trashcan. Within seconds, the valet brought forth her black Bentley, which she hopped into and sped off in.

"I'm here," Mimi said as she walked onto the photo set. The hair stylists grabbed her and pulled her along.

When the process of make-up and hair was half way through, a woman in a flattering business suit strode in. Sora Takenouchi, an auburn-haired beauty sat down near Mimi.

"Okay. I'm glad you're here. So today's shoot is for Tachikawa Industries' newest athletic clothing line. And it says you'll be shooting with Ishida Corporation's Matt Ishida."

"Ugh. Are you serious? I hate that son of a bi-"

"Language!" Sora cut in.

"Guy. I hate that guy."

"You know him?" Sora flipped through her clipboard.

"Sorta. I worked with him for my last shoot. You know: the rain one? Whatever that one was for."

"Oh, well sorry. This is just what your mother told me to do. I guess she thinks you two have chemistry."

"Are you kidding? We are the exact opposite of chemistry. We are like an atomic explosion."

"Well your mother said that that last photo shoot boosted the sales on the diamond necklaces, which is what that romantic rain one was for. So, whatever she says goes."

"Fine."

"Done!" The main woman styling her hair said. She swiveled the chair to face the mirror and Mimi liked what she saw. Her hair was lusciously straightened out.

"To wardrobe!" Sora pulled her out of the room, but struggled due to Mimi's inability to stop looking at herself.

When she was finally away, another woman stripped her clothes off of her and helped her into a very tight sports bra and small running shorts.

"You look great. Now let's go to the set." Sora insisted, her pinstripe pants flapping at her slick high heels.

"Hey Sora, Do you want to get something to eat tonight?"

As they continued to talk, a man came and spray-tanned her entire body to an elegant glow.

"Um. I suppose. I'll have to check my schedule and with your mother."

"Oh I'm sure she'll agree. You've been working not stop ever since summer started."

"Okay. But let's make it through this shoot first."

As if on cue, another man came and dragged her towards the actual set of a tennis court. He sprit zed her face, hairline, neck, and body with water, creating the illusion of seductive sweat drops.

Mimi stood in place, almost ready to get set up, when a crowd of commotion came towards her.

A blond-haired guy was in the center wearing only long athletic shorts and expensive tennis shoes. A brunette guy walked beside him, apparently scolding him, and several others ran about ruffling his hair, spray-tanning his face and bare chest, and sprit zing him with water as well, to the point that he very much resembled Mimi.

When Matt escaped the crowd he turned to his best friend. "Calm down. I made it right on time."

Then he walked over to the photographers and Mimi soon followed. When he saw her he smirked.

"You again? How obnoxious."

"I feel exactly the same way." She said with raised eyebrows.

"Okay. Matt, Mimi. Let's start." A props man handed them each a tennis racket.

"Okay. So this shoot is for athletic wear, particularly tennis wear. So just get out there, strike a pose, and look sexy."

Mimi smiled. "Sexy is my specialty."

Matt rolled his eyes. "I doubt that."

They walked onto the fake court and the lights were dimmed, a fan placed in the proper angle. As if they had done this shoot a million times, Matt walked to the center and held his racket at his side with a very 'sweaty' and luring face staring at the camera. Mimi simply strode to his other side, straddling her legs over one of his stanced ones, and placed her palm on his glistening chest. Her other arm simply held the racket behind him. She flipped her hair over her far shoulder and let her bare tummy run up against Matt's side. Then Matt placed his dangling hand on her tight little butt, the shorts rolled up almost her entire thighs. For the final touch, she turned her face towards the camera as well and her brown eyes gave a piercing look.

The camera man smiled widely and immediately snapped away. "I'm loving this! This is great! Keep it up guys! You are looking sexy all over the place!"

Behind him, Sora sat in her designated chair with her pinstripe suit and elegant short hair which reached her shoulders. She watched proudly as her best friend showed off her stuff. Across the set, Tai also sat in his own chair, wearing his own sleek suit. As he watched his own best friend, he gabbed away on his phone.

"This is hot! I can feel my blood boiling!" the photographer continued to jump all around.

In the back of her mind, however, Mimi thought totally different thoughts, almost unaware of what she was doing. I wonder how that beautiful dress will look on me. I know that! I'll look like a pretty princess"

Also oblivious to the work he was doing, Matt thought completely separate thoughts s well. I can't wait to play Final Fantasy tonight; I finally know how to beat the last boss. Tai's gonna be so jealous!

"Out of frames! That's a wrap!" The photographer yelled. Everyone cleared to develop their pictures.

Mimi quickly snatched her hand off his fake-tanned chest and pushed his own hand off her butt. She jumped a foot away until she was clearly out of reach. "That was a nice touch there; very professional. But still, please keep your grubby hands off my body parts."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Fine by me. Just get yours off my chest. I don't want to touch you just as much as you don't want to touch me. Get over yourself."

Mimi spit out her tongue and hugged Sora as she walked on set.

"That was great Mimi! You looked so pretty out there."

"Thanks!" Mimi smiled.

Just then a deep voice called out, "Matt! Come over here." A very nicely dressed man waved a hand over to where Tai stood.

"Mimi, darling, you, too." A female voice called nearby.

The three walked over to see Mr. Ishida, head of Ishida Corporation, and Mrs. Tachikawa, head of Tachikawa Industries, the two leading male and female clothing and accessory lines respectively.

"What's up?" Mimi said cheerily, and then winced when Matt accidently brushed up against her. She whispered so only he could hear, "Don't touch me, creep!"

"Well, we have just negotiated a very big business deal."

"Yes, something that will improve both our businesses tremendously."

"What is it?" Matt said impatiently, not liking surprises. From behind his father, Matt saw Tai making signals at him, indicating he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.

"Oh yeah…" Sora shook her head, also indicating this was not such good news after all.

"Huh?" Mimi said, scared of what she might hear next.

"Well, we have decided that you and Matt Ishida right here are going to pretend to be a couple in public. That way, you two will become very popular, your photo shoots will be even more desired by every magazine, and sales will increase!"

The two C.E.O.s smiled as if this was the greatest idea they had ever thought of.

"What?" Matt yelled. "Me? Go out with her? Nuh-uh."

"There is no way you can do that! I would never go out with such a jackass!"

"Language," Sora muttered.

"Sorry, but definitely no!"

Mrs. Tachikawa frowned. "Mimi, dear. This is for our own benefit. With such a connection to Ishida Corporation, business will boom. We'll be even more successful than we ever thought."

"No, mom! I hate him!" She pointed a thin finger at the boy standing next to her, also in total disapproval.

Mrs. Tachikawa now spoke very sternly, "You will do as you are told, Mimi, or you won't have a job at all."

"You can't fire me; I'm the industry's best female model!" She rebutted.

"There are thousands who would love to fill your shoes. So agree with me or you're out."

Mimi buried her head in her hands.

Mr. Ishida had been arguing all the same things. "Yes or no, son?"

Matt shook his head angrily. "Fine."

Mimi looked up. "Fine?"

"Fine." Matt then strode off with a vast temper.

"No!" Mimi fell to her knees as Sora tried to comfort her. Mr. Ishida and Mrs. Tachikawa merely shook hands and walked away.

Tai let out a light laugh. "Oh, this is gonna be good."

Thanks for reading and please review. Next chapter will be up soon:)