*hides under couch and is dragged out by as-yet-unnamed muse*
Lucia: Go away, you _evil_, _evil_ EVIL muse! :P
Muse: *giggles* Nope. Not until you write a mimato.
Lucia: *groans* I can't believe this...this _mimato_ muse has attached herself to me. ><
Mimato muse: I'm not leaving! (*sing-song*)
Lucy: Oh, yes, you are. :P
Muse: You know you can't control me! Mwahahaha!
Lucy: I got it! I'll call you Ebm (Evil bitch muse.)
Ebm: Thank you.
Lucy: Go away.
Ebm: Nope!
Lucy: I'll give you a cookie...?
Ebm: *cracks whip* Write, wench!

Waltz (In other words, the fic Lucy is writing to get her mimato muse to shut up without actually writing a mimato.)

"...that's the man she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never gonna know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow."
Elliot Smith, Waltz #2

Poor Mimi. She looks...dead. Like a doll or something. No, I don't think it's Yamato's fault, but I don't know why those two got married.
Well...maybe I have an inkling. I love Yamato. I think he loves me back, but he holds Friendship, not Courage. When it came to protecting others, I will admit that he was certainly brave, probably braver than either Daisuke or I have ever been. But when it came to making himself happy- his own feelings- he was never strong. He didn't matter, in fact, if others were happy.
If only he could see what he's doing to Mimi...
He and Mimi got together because they were both scared. At least...if what I see in Mimi's eyes is accurate. Or saw there, anyway...
Sometimes I wonder if our crests got mixed up. I seem to understand the feelings between the four of us better than any of the others. Mimi and Sora love each other, as do Yama and I, but we're all too scared to do anything about it. Sora, on the other hand, is completely clueless. She thinks that Mimi could never love her. I see her lurking in the background where Yamato and Mimi are far too often, much like I am.
Yama should have gotten courage. Sora ought to have had friendship. Some eternal being was confused the day it assigned our crests.
That same deity was drunk the day it decided who was getting what out of the second digidestined group.
Daisuke got friendship. Whose bright idea was that? And Miyako should trade Iori love for knowledge. I think he understands emotions best out of any of us, but maybe it's because he's so young.
I remember the day Yamato and Mimi announced their engagement. He slapped both of them. I think everyone's mouths hit the ground audibly.
Sometimes I wonder if I read Sora wrong- that it's really Yamato she loves, that everything wouldn't work out if one of us was smart enough to say "I love you" truthfully, the way Iori would have us do if he got his way.
But then I remember the night Sora and I watched them dance, and I know the truth.
Yamato and Mimi...they both looked absolutely radiant. I think they were just dancing as friends...that this was before they realized who they loved and the path their destinies would follow.
Sora and I were both spellbound. And I know it wasn't Yama that Sora was staring at that night, because even after Yama left for the men's room, she still had that shell-shocked look.
And Yamato...what can I say? I think it was then that I realized, as I watched them waltz around the floor to a sad, sweet song.

I'm never gonna know you now
But I'm gonna love you anyhow
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