Littlest Things: Part 1- Preface

Mimi discovers that…..well, read the preface for that so I don't spoil it….. Three years later she comes back for the holidays and reminisces on her relationship with the love of her life- Yamato. But where is Yamato? This is a fanfic based off of Lily Allen's "Littlest Things" song. Go to to listen to the song and/or get the lyrics. I strongly recommend so, because the next few chapters will be centric around it. This preface is very dramatic, but it'll defiantly lighten up next chapter. Please Review!

Preface:

Tears streaming down her face, she gingerly lifted her nearly frostbitten finger to the doorbell. Her fingers were numb; she couldn't feel the ridges of her hands touch the smooth frigid button. She immediately revoked them; the ability to feel nothing scared her. As the numbness did when she first found out. When she had made her decision. The numbness was well away now, the gravity of the situation had fully sunken in. She took two heavy steps backwards so her back was flat with the wooden railing. It was the rotten wood concealed cleverly by white paint that kept her from falling five stories when she abruptly sunk into the snow. The moisture began to automatically seep through her jeans. But she couldn't feel anything. She was numb again. The snow that pilled about her for the next thirty minutes from the coming storm was nothing. Her warm sweater had been soaked by falling snowflakes, but she didn't notice that either. Mimi couldn't understand how her tears weren't freezing directly to her face. Maybe their numbers were too great, or maybe they were freezing to her cheeks. She just couldn't feel it. She brought her wet, gloved hands to her chin and stared at the ugly grey colored apartment door. The water in her eyes greatly distorted the '68E'. She was startled when the door began to jiggle, and then opened. Yamato stood, fumbling with his keys in his pocket, eyes to the mud-ridden floor below him. He was dressed handsomely in black jeans, a navy button down shirt, a long black coat, and blue scarf. His black guitar case was in his right hand; ready to be tuned at the scheduled band practice. It was then his eyes wandered off of his keys to the flash of plum wool in front of him. "Mimi?" he gasped. Mimi planted her hands on either side of her and guided her eyes to his warm face. Immediately, he saw her bloodshot eyes against the mountain of white snow about her. "Mimi!" he breathed, which was visible in the air. The guitar's fortress dropped out of his hand with a dull thud. Yamato's strong arms scooped the soggy girl out of the snow and carried her inside the apartment she knew all too well. After a pause of thought, he gently laid her on the bed she also knew all too well.

Yamato peeled his outer shells off, and then rummaged about his room to find a clean sweatshirt and sweatpants. He peeled her peach colored jacket off and hung it in the bathroom to dry. The two began the same process with each layer of her wet clothing, down to her underwear. She roughly pulled the sweat shirt over her head, followed by the matching green sweat pants on top of her legs. The sweatshirt was a bit long, but otherwise remotely fitting. On the other hand, or leg I should say, the sweatpants reached well past her ankles. As soon as Yamato walked into the kitchen to get water boiling, Mimi gathered the collar around her nose. Her lungs heaved as she breathed the sweet scent that was Yamato. The aroma brought back so many times and places in her life that her eyes began to empty their clear contents once more. Times and places that would soon become only blissful memories. At the first notion of her sniffles, Matt, as she often called him, ran into his bedroom and sunk onto his bed. He gathered the shaking figure about him. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly. "How long were you outside? Are you hurt? Tell me what's wrong!"

"Please, Yamato, just…let me sleep."

He began to stand up in order to fetch the whistling tea kettle. "In your arms," she added. He half-smiled and walked over to her. Between a loving hug he said, "I have to turn the stove off and call everyone to say that I won't be coming to practice." She nodded and dozed off before he came back to reposition her into his arms.

At about one that night, she finally arose. The five hours of sleep had begun to turn her red eyes back to their normal pristine state. Matt noticed her stirring. There was something beautiful about her near-blonde hair that had lost its barrel curls by the snow. The way the moonlight lit up her skin, even though her eyes were still puffy from crying. The same eyes that shone upon him with love and pain. And, in some sick way, her pain was beautiful.

Mimi stole his lips and enveloped him with her arms. She ran her hands up his red t-shirt to his chest. A few kisses later she pulled it over his head. While she began to nibble his ear, he asked, "uh….Mimi….why this so sudden?" It wasn't like it was the first time, but considering the change in disposition, it was slightly jarring. "Just…just…let me have this. I'll tell you everything tomorrow I promise. Just go."

The next morning was dismal with thick grey clouds. Normally, Mimi loved cloudy days, but today the clouds were light, ugly, and ominous. It was almost…claustrophobic. Matt was still asleep. With deft hands, she untangled herself from his arms and sheets. Pulling on the clothes that had an opportunity to dry last night, she considered walking out the door. The thought was shot down immediately. What a cowardly thing to do. But it wouldn't surprise her if she really did. Mimi was dreading this moment more and more. More so, she dreaded the next month. The painful goodbyes…

At the sound of eggs being sloshed into a pan, Yamato's eyes twitched. "Mwafughump," he groaned. Noticing the empty space around him, he pulled on his boxers and staggered out into the kitchen. "Smells good," he complemented. Mimi made an effort to smile at his cute state: rubbing sleep out of his eyes, hair tousled, and bare body in green boxers. She finished scrambling the eggs and set out toast, raspberry jam, salsa, and ketchup. "Aw, don't you think you've made me happy enough? Three hours straight…" he said with a smirk while pouring salsa over the yellow eggs. "It was two and one half," she retorted sarcastically. Matt snickered.

After taking showers, Mimi led him to his couch. "I…I think I shouldn't prolong this anymore. I have to say it." She started. Yamato stared, concerned. Mimi tried to breathe slow, deep breaths. It didn't seem this hard when she had replayed how she wanted the situation to go over and over again last night. But his warm hands reminded her of how much she truly loved him. She cleared her throat.

"Well, as you know, there was a scout at the Culinary School a few weeks ago."

"Right. And……"

"And…they offered me a job."

His eyes widened. "No way! Oh my god! That's great!" He bent over and congratulated her with a kiss. She gently pushed him off.

"In America."

"What?" She bit her lip watching the wave of various emotions roll through his face.

"Well did you take it?" Matt asked.

Mimi began to cry, the same sound that he found shivering on his doorstep 14 hours ago. Matt knew the answer already, but still kept a shred of hope that his love would still be by his side. It was the same shred that barely kept him alive for the next three years.