Your Word for Mine
Summary: Work, school, boys. These obstacles of life, Mimi and Sora find, can be made simpler with each others' helping hand and company, all in heels and without breaking a sweat.
Prologue I - My Name Is Mimi Tachikawa.
Okay, so maybe dancing wasn't my thing. Neither was horseback riding, figure skating, interior designing, painting, or accounting. And for that, my mother calls me indecisive, irresponsible, unmotivated and uncommited. But that's not my fault. It's my style.
But I found my calling this time. My mom claims its just another fad, another empty commitment. But it isn't, I swear. I swear I'll stick it through. I swear that this is it. I'm going to become a chef, and boost my culinary excellence to it's prime.
Call me crazy, but this is actually the first time I have ever felt so motivated. I know I said that when I took up computer graphic design, but this time I mean it. This is where my "Once upon a time.." comes in.
Well, once upon a time, there was a beautiful, loquacious and bright young woman named Mimi. That's me.
I know it seems like my mind is never on anything past my closet, but I'm actually trying, here. I wish my parents and aunts and uncles and grandparents and grandaunts and granduncles would stop poking at my side, telling me that I'll just crash and burn, crash and burn. What a support system.
I'm 20. I'm practically an adult. I can work, buy a house, buy a car, get married, have kids, cure cancer, race in the Tour de France, star in a movie, whatever. Who said I wasn't ready? I can choose to do whatever I want. I'm an adult.
But, I have to admit, my mind is still somewhere past 16 and before 18. I can't get married, I'm too fickle. I can't buy a house or a car, I'm too poor. I can't have kids, I'd probably end up accidentally killing them with kitchen utensils. I can't cure cancer, too hard, can't race in the Tour de France, too weak, and I can't star in a movie, because my head will grow big and the next thing you know, my soul will be sold to the devil, a.k.a. those mad movie writers and producers. But I can work on that now. I can enroll into the arts school in Tokyo and take up culinary arts, and I can find a job and move into my own apartment. That isn't too hard, right? I mean, it's not like I'll be there alone.
Not only have I found the perfect occupation, I have also found the perfect boyfriend. And I'm not being hyperbolic. Really, I seriously think he is the one. My head-over-heels, over-the-moon, crazy-in-love relationship.
His name is Yamato Ishida. About 6 feet tall, pale skin, long blonde hair and blue eyes - yes, those blue eyes. He plays the guitar. The guitar, for Christ's sake. Not only is he stylish, attractive, and gifted with a simply amazing voice, but he has his own job, his own apartment in Tokyo, and his own car. And he isn't just lucky, let me tell you. I can tell you that my baby has worked painstakingly hard to get where he is. I am, to say the least, proud but also very, very lucky.
The only problem was the distance. I lived in Odaiba whereas Yamato lived all the way in Tokyo. The car rides were painfully long, especially due to all this ridiculous traffic disease going around lately. The phone calls decreased tremendously, and I felt our relationship slipping like sand between my fingers.
See, the only time I'm successfully determined is when I'm about to lose something so dear to me. I remember when I had this white cat in 3rd grade, named Coco, and I remember my mother telling me I had to get rid of it, how Coco was stinking up the house and how it'd almost never would use it's litter box. So I forced my classmates at school to sign a petition, stating that Coco had the right to remain a member of our household, despite the fact that only a handful of my peers were even aware of Coco's existence. So Coco remained, and still remains, in our house, fat and white in her long, cashmere fur, about to die any moment now.
But hence, another reason for me to move to Tokyo. Yamato. My mother labeled it as a invalid reason and that I was turning into some lovesick fool. My mother, sometimes. Honestly.
This time, however, I vowed to her that I will be successful. And I begged. And I did all the house chores and begged some more. My mother, who was clearly tired of my constant nagging, placed upon me an ultimatum. I can go forth to Tokyo where my destiny lay, but I can not return back home for another 2 years. Or, I could remain here where my mother & father, my relatives and my friends remained. Of course, I was appalled, calling my mother a brute and terribly unkind. How could she just place such a absurd decision on me? How could I choose between my destiny and my home?
Well, of course I chose to go to Tokyo. After my few moments of shock and disgust, I quickly gave my mother my answer and she nodded. Mission Tokyo was put into motion.
That week, I quit my minimum-wage job at Socks-R-Us, packed my belongings, and had 100 000 dollars of my parents money into my account. They told me that that was all they were giving me; that if I ran out of money, they didn't mind me living a few months of poverty anyhow, that it'd be good for my health. But I remained firm, stating that I'd be perfectly fine on my own. And with that, I bought a one-way ticket to Tokyo.
And now it's Mimi's turn to shine. I can see it now - Mimi Tachikawa, Employed. Educated. Home-owner. You can't get any better than that. But it can, however, descend incredibly..
A/N And so it begins. I know this beginning chapter may seem short but it is only the 1st prologue (The second being in Sora's perspective), and it will get much longer from here. Let's just pray to God that I don't lose motivation.