Wow... I own nothing. This storyline I guess, and the computer I wrote it on.
*shrug*....Whatever...
Bold is flashbacks
Italics is thoughts

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The sun blazed down hot and muggy as Mimi stepped out from the shelter of the shaded building, her light brown hair immediately sagging as the moisture filled air swept around her.

She blew lightly up on her now limp golden bangs, succeeding only in moving the piece of hair slightly.

She was here to see him, and the sooner she got this over with, the better. Her thoughts, however, considered a different approach to the subject.

"Mimi, I love you, why can't you see that?"

"No, Matt, you don't. You only think you do. What you really love is my money, and I can't lie to myself anymore.

You do not love me, and, I cannot stay here with you anymore."


'I wish I could stop thinking about that...' she thought idly to herself as she flagged down a taxi and hopped in.

"Central." She told the driver, her thoughts lost someplace else.

'But The love making was good...'

She argued with herself, somehow trying to convince herself he was in some way good.
A horn honked, and the driver of her taxi swerved sharply, throwing her shoulder against the cold metal and glass of the right rear door.
The distinct sound of impact yielded to her ears, and the impression of something floating softly overhead, before reality set in again, and time returned to normal speed.
She felt her head impact against the serene, half-opened window, and for a while, soft blackness enraptured her.

The sound of voices murmuring near her brought her struggling to her conscious self, where she opened her bleary eyes to find a few strange faces hovering over her.
A soft 'meep' escaped her lips, and she sat bolt upright, her mind relaying to her all it knew of the accident. She remembered; The body soaring overhead as she felt the car door collide with her right side; getting into the taxi outside the muggy building; her meeting with Matt.
She gasped. "Matt!" Her eyes wandered to each of the faces that had hovered over her and she saw they were all gazing off to her left.
Her own eyes flicked over in the same direction, and all she saw through the masses of feet in front of her was red.
Quickly she stood, bracing herself against about three other people as she dragged her slightly injured frame from the ground.

'Ouch.'
She thought angrily, as someone's hand brushed against her right shoulder. She gazed down at it and saw to her surprise that red blood covered it, her blood.
She gasped lightly, and ran her own fingers lightly over the redness that was spreading across her blouse.
'Matter of fact,'
she thought idly, running her fingers up the side of her face she found more of the life-giving liquid running from a gash in her temple.
Shouts could be heard over the unfamiliar sound of an ambulance rushing toward her, and still, she found herself thinking of Matt.
'Matt you silly fool, you would have enjoyed seeing me like this.'
She thought crossly as she danced on her tiptoes to see over some tall guy's head, some fat guy's balding hairline, and some scary lady's hair.
She rested her hands on the large man's broad shoulders, and heaved herself up to catch a glimpse of what she could, only to find the only thing she could see before the irritated man brushed her off his shoulders was a shock of strikingly familiar blonde hair.

'No, It couldn't be...'
She thought as she tried to push her way between a scrawny lady with ugly red shoes and some random guy.
She finally broke through, and her eyes fell on the prone body that was now surrounded by paramedics, and each time they moved, the picture pieced itself together.

'Oh please, No!'
Her eyes lay now On not the lain out body of some random guy, but on the bleeding, mangled figure of Yamato Ishida, the guy she had loved since she was fifteen.
His amazingly perfect blonde hair lay mussed, streaked with his own blood, his toned and muscled body lay twisted on the ground, his beautifully shaped lips that sang songs, laughed, kissed, and played that sly smile across them, were now parted slightly, blood issuing forth from them.
But the part she found the hardest, was that his icy cool blue eyes, that could melt her heart in an instant, were now tightly shut, and she feared they may never open again, never to see the many splendorous things that lay around him, never to close in sleep, bliss or happiness, never to open again and look at her, look deep inside her, in a way only he could, and tell her it would all be all right.
'No, no, no!' Her mind raced, how could he be here, now, as he was, when she was supposed to meet him in about ten minutes, at Central, and they were going to talk, and reminisce about old times. How could he be here at all?

Her voice caught hard in her throat as she plowed her way through the masses of gawking people, through a bunch of couples holding hands and each other tightly, as if this tragedy could NEVER happen to them, but just to make sure... through a bunch of burly police officers standing watch over the scene as if it was just another idiot on the road, but it wasn't, this time, it was different, it was MATT.
The cops wrapped their hands around her slim forearms, and jerked her backwards as the paramedics loaded what looked like Matt into a stretcher and toward the waiting ambulance.
She finally found her voice again as the front wheels hit the edge and began folding.
"MATT!" She screamed out, the pain and longing she had felt for the past five years pouring out of her at an inopportune moment, standing in a crowd, screaming like a maniac at the man who had hurt her the most, but at the same time taught her the most, Her throat began to hurt, but she didn't care, as she pulled against the policemen's hands, Screaming out to him, again and again, if only he would wake up and this would all be over.
Her cries turned to soft whimpers and she sagged down, toward the ground, all her strength gone, and big pearly tears began slowly coursing down her cheeks, as she softly whispered out one last time, "Matt..."
Realization dawned on her, and she looked up at the sign post hovering over the broken taxi.

Central.

So, this was all her fault...