*This one's going to be a long shot for me, but I have a feeling some
people will get a kick out of it at least! Haha! This fic is a loosely
based on . . . .*drumroll* Peter Pan. I know, I know, you're thinking
"whaaaaa?", but it's true, and I think it'll be good. And it's Mimato too,
so just a warning to all my people out there who don't like them . . .
tough! Anyway, here is my new fic, and if you think it has a snowball's
chance, then please review it for me and say so! Thanks!*
Fairy Tale Shmairy Tale
Chapter One
Darkness settled down on the quiet town of Odaiba Japan as the sun set slowly out of sight. Children settled down into their beds, their dreams filled with many different things. In a small white house on the corner of a quiet suburban street, inside a small room decorated pink sat a young teen in front of her mirror. She brushed her thick brown hair slowly, and set the brush down, looking into the mirror at her reflection and sighing softly. The door to her room opened a crack, and a well dressed woman peeked in, smiling when she saw the child sitting neatly at her vanity.
"Mimi, dear we're leaving now." The woman said, her voice melodic as she spoke. The girl looked up and stood, walking to the woman and hugging her gently.
"Goodnight, mother. I wish I could come along. You know how I enjoy parties." Mimi said to her mother, her big brown eyes wide and hopeful. Mimi's mother shook her head and patted Mimi's before gently pushing her daughter toward her bed.
"Now you know you aren't to be at social gatherings until you have someone to escort you. And as I see no young man here to take you, you must stay at home. I'm certain that soon your father will have found someone for you." Mimi's mother replied. Mimi pouted slightly before climbing into her large four poster bed and pulling the down quilt up to her chin.
"That's my good girl. It's hard to believe that tomorrow you'll be seventeen years old. Time passes by so quickly." Mimi's mother said, kissing Mimi's forehead. The door opened again, and Mimi's father walked in, dressed in a black tuxedo and top hat.
"How is my little baby? All ready for bed?" Mr. Tachikawa asked, beaming down on Mimi, who returned the smile with a pout.
"I'm no baby. I can take care of myself. I should also be able to attend the party tonight, I do believe. The other girls are going without escorts, why shouldn't I be able to?" Mimi whined, her eyes pleading.
"No daughter of mine will attend a party alone. And until I find someone suitable for you to step out with, you shall remain in this house." Mr. Tachikawa answered, annoyed. His daughter was too good for the riff raff at the parties, and he wanted to be assured that the person she spent her time with was good enough for her.
"Let's go, Miriam." Mr. Tachikawa said as Mimi pulled the quilt over her head angrily. As he parents walked down the stairs, Mrs. Tachikawa pulled on her husband's coat lightly.
"Perhaps we're being too harsh, making her stay in and miss these parties. She is right, there are many girls who are going alone." Mrs. Tachikawa said.
"Are you saying that I don't know what's good for Mimi?" Mr. Tachikawa asked, looking down at his small wife. She shook her head slowly, and Mr. Tachikawa opened the door for her, nodding as he followed her out the door.
Back in Mimi's bedroom, Mimi had gotten out of bed and watched her parents climb into a cab and drive down the street toward the party. Frustrated, the girl flopped down onto the window seat and parted the curtains to get a better look at the stars. She noticed a very bright star and sighed, remembering a story her mother had told her as a child.
"The second star to the right. . . " Mimi said to herself as she rose and walked about her room. She tied her hair back into a cute pony tail as she recited the story to herself.
"The second star to the right is where there lived a boy who never grew up. His name was Peter Pan, and he led a group of boys who were forever young called the Lost Boys." Mimi said to herself, taking her seat back at the window seat and looking wistfully out at the night sky.
Meanwhile, a tiny white light flew through the dimly lit streets, followed by a much bigger white light. They dashed through alleys, knocking over trash cans and scaring cats as they went. The bigger light flew ahead of the smaller light, flying toward a sleepy little street where a solitary light was on. The light stopped under the flower box and listened as a girl told a story aloud. The light faded slightly, and the figure of a young man in a tattered brown shirt and blue pants was able to be seen. He had bright blonde hair and large piercing blue eyes, and he listened intently as the girl in the house told the story, her voice like a song as it wafted out the window and into his ears. He heard her rise and peeked over the flower box into a small pink room where a girl around his age was walking around in pink pajamas, her hair tied up. The boy scampered into the room silently and paced around behind the girl, completely entranced by her. Her hair was long and smelled like vanilla, and her eyes were brown and soulful. The boy was so busy looking and listening that he didn't notice she had stopped pacing, and he ran smack into her.
"Eeeek!" Mimi screeched, jumping away from whatever she had run into and leaping on top of her bed. She saw someone jump as well and hide behind her desk. Mimi grabbed a pillow and approached the desk, where the faintest light was emitting from behind it. Curious, Mimi looked around to the back and saw a boy kneeling behind the desk, a worried look on his handsome face. He caught sight of Mimi again and stood, his eyes searching for some kind of sign she wasn't going to hurt him.
"Who . . . . who are you?" Mimi asked, her voice stumbling. The boy smiled and bowed to Mimi, his blonde hair falling messily around his face as he stood.
"My name is Matt Ishida, and I couldn't help but overhear your story. I'm sorry for the intrusion." Matt stated politely.
"My name is Mimi Tachikawa, and I want to know how on earth you got up to the third story of this house without making a sound?" Mimi replied. Matt smiled a crooked smile and pulled out a whistle. He played a couple tones, and suddenly a small white flicker of light was standing on his shoulder. The light faded, and Mimi gasped. Standing on Matt's shoulder was a very small pixie.
"This is Sora. I found her when I got to Never Land four years ago." Matt explained, motioning to the redheaded pixie beside him. Sora wore a small green dress that hugged her tight. She looked at Mimi and frowned.
"I don't think she likes me." Mimi said as Sora nodded quickly. Matt shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, making Sora topple off of them. Luckily she had two crystalline wings to hold her up.
"She can make me fly. That's how I got here tonight. That's how I get around in Never Land too." Matt said, smiling as he thought of his home fondly.
"That's the second time you've mentioned that place. It's not real . . . it can't be. It's a fairy tale." Mimi said, walking back to the window seat and looking out toward the stars. Matt walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh it's real alright. I live there." Matt objected. Mimi looked back at him and laughed.
"And I should believe this? Why should I believe this?" Mimi asked Matt, who shrugged again.
"I'll have to show you. Do you want to take a trip?" Matt asked. Mimi's face paled as she shook her head and looked down at the ground.
"I'm not climbing down the house like a common . . . . child!" Mimi protested. Now it was Matt's turn to laugh as he motioned to Sora, who shook her head in protest.
"Sora . . . . please?" Matt asked, giving the fairy a puppy dog look that could melt anyone's heart. Sora sighed and flew to Mimi, showering her with glittery dust as she flew. Mimi sneezed, and suddenly she found herself clinging to the ceiling fan and crying out in shock.
"That's how I got up here. Sora can make me fly. So do you want to go?" Matt asked, rising off the floor and extending his hand out to Mimi. Mimi looked down to the floor, then at Matt, then back to the floor. She let go of the fan and took Matt's hand, letting him lead her out the window into the chilled night air. Sora followed the two of them as the ascended into the air toward the bright star Mimi had earlier been thinking about.
*This looks like a good place to quit for now. I know it's not the normal fanfic, but I think it has at least a little potential! Review this for me, so I can decide whether or not to keep going with it! I'll be needing 5 reviews for a second chapter. Thanks!*
Fairy Tale Shmairy Tale
Chapter One
Darkness settled down on the quiet town of Odaiba Japan as the sun set slowly out of sight. Children settled down into their beds, their dreams filled with many different things. In a small white house on the corner of a quiet suburban street, inside a small room decorated pink sat a young teen in front of her mirror. She brushed her thick brown hair slowly, and set the brush down, looking into the mirror at her reflection and sighing softly. The door to her room opened a crack, and a well dressed woman peeked in, smiling when she saw the child sitting neatly at her vanity.
"Mimi, dear we're leaving now." The woman said, her voice melodic as she spoke. The girl looked up and stood, walking to the woman and hugging her gently.
"Goodnight, mother. I wish I could come along. You know how I enjoy parties." Mimi said to her mother, her big brown eyes wide and hopeful. Mimi's mother shook her head and patted Mimi's before gently pushing her daughter toward her bed.
"Now you know you aren't to be at social gatherings until you have someone to escort you. And as I see no young man here to take you, you must stay at home. I'm certain that soon your father will have found someone for you." Mimi's mother replied. Mimi pouted slightly before climbing into her large four poster bed and pulling the down quilt up to her chin.
"That's my good girl. It's hard to believe that tomorrow you'll be seventeen years old. Time passes by so quickly." Mimi's mother said, kissing Mimi's forehead. The door opened again, and Mimi's father walked in, dressed in a black tuxedo and top hat.
"How is my little baby? All ready for bed?" Mr. Tachikawa asked, beaming down on Mimi, who returned the smile with a pout.
"I'm no baby. I can take care of myself. I should also be able to attend the party tonight, I do believe. The other girls are going without escorts, why shouldn't I be able to?" Mimi whined, her eyes pleading.
"No daughter of mine will attend a party alone. And until I find someone suitable for you to step out with, you shall remain in this house." Mr. Tachikawa answered, annoyed. His daughter was too good for the riff raff at the parties, and he wanted to be assured that the person she spent her time with was good enough for her.
"Let's go, Miriam." Mr. Tachikawa said as Mimi pulled the quilt over her head angrily. As he parents walked down the stairs, Mrs. Tachikawa pulled on her husband's coat lightly.
"Perhaps we're being too harsh, making her stay in and miss these parties. She is right, there are many girls who are going alone." Mrs. Tachikawa said.
"Are you saying that I don't know what's good for Mimi?" Mr. Tachikawa asked, looking down at his small wife. She shook her head slowly, and Mr. Tachikawa opened the door for her, nodding as he followed her out the door.
Back in Mimi's bedroom, Mimi had gotten out of bed and watched her parents climb into a cab and drive down the street toward the party. Frustrated, the girl flopped down onto the window seat and parted the curtains to get a better look at the stars. She noticed a very bright star and sighed, remembering a story her mother had told her as a child.
"The second star to the right. . . " Mimi said to herself as she rose and walked about her room. She tied her hair back into a cute pony tail as she recited the story to herself.
"The second star to the right is where there lived a boy who never grew up. His name was Peter Pan, and he led a group of boys who were forever young called the Lost Boys." Mimi said to herself, taking her seat back at the window seat and looking wistfully out at the night sky.
Meanwhile, a tiny white light flew through the dimly lit streets, followed by a much bigger white light. They dashed through alleys, knocking over trash cans and scaring cats as they went. The bigger light flew ahead of the smaller light, flying toward a sleepy little street where a solitary light was on. The light stopped under the flower box and listened as a girl told a story aloud. The light faded slightly, and the figure of a young man in a tattered brown shirt and blue pants was able to be seen. He had bright blonde hair and large piercing blue eyes, and he listened intently as the girl in the house told the story, her voice like a song as it wafted out the window and into his ears. He heard her rise and peeked over the flower box into a small pink room where a girl around his age was walking around in pink pajamas, her hair tied up. The boy scampered into the room silently and paced around behind the girl, completely entranced by her. Her hair was long and smelled like vanilla, and her eyes were brown and soulful. The boy was so busy looking and listening that he didn't notice she had stopped pacing, and he ran smack into her.
"Eeeek!" Mimi screeched, jumping away from whatever she had run into and leaping on top of her bed. She saw someone jump as well and hide behind her desk. Mimi grabbed a pillow and approached the desk, where the faintest light was emitting from behind it. Curious, Mimi looked around to the back and saw a boy kneeling behind the desk, a worried look on his handsome face. He caught sight of Mimi again and stood, his eyes searching for some kind of sign she wasn't going to hurt him.
"Who . . . . who are you?" Mimi asked, her voice stumbling. The boy smiled and bowed to Mimi, his blonde hair falling messily around his face as he stood.
"My name is Matt Ishida, and I couldn't help but overhear your story. I'm sorry for the intrusion." Matt stated politely.
"My name is Mimi Tachikawa, and I want to know how on earth you got up to the third story of this house without making a sound?" Mimi replied. Matt smiled a crooked smile and pulled out a whistle. He played a couple tones, and suddenly a small white flicker of light was standing on his shoulder. The light faded, and Mimi gasped. Standing on Matt's shoulder was a very small pixie.
"This is Sora. I found her when I got to Never Land four years ago." Matt explained, motioning to the redheaded pixie beside him. Sora wore a small green dress that hugged her tight. She looked at Mimi and frowned.
"I don't think she likes me." Mimi said as Sora nodded quickly. Matt shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, making Sora topple off of them. Luckily she had two crystalline wings to hold her up.
"She can make me fly. That's how I got here tonight. That's how I get around in Never Land too." Matt said, smiling as he thought of his home fondly.
"That's the second time you've mentioned that place. It's not real . . . it can't be. It's a fairy tale." Mimi said, walking back to the window seat and looking out toward the stars. Matt walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh it's real alright. I live there." Matt objected. Mimi looked back at him and laughed.
"And I should believe this? Why should I believe this?" Mimi asked Matt, who shrugged again.
"I'll have to show you. Do you want to take a trip?" Matt asked. Mimi's face paled as she shook her head and looked down at the ground.
"I'm not climbing down the house like a common . . . . child!" Mimi protested. Now it was Matt's turn to laugh as he motioned to Sora, who shook her head in protest.
"Sora . . . . please?" Matt asked, giving the fairy a puppy dog look that could melt anyone's heart. Sora sighed and flew to Mimi, showering her with glittery dust as she flew. Mimi sneezed, and suddenly she found herself clinging to the ceiling fan and crying out in shock.
"That's how I got up here. Sora can make me fly. So do you want to go?" Matt asked, rising off the floor and extending his hand out to Mimi. Mimi looked down to the floor, then at Matt, then back to the floor. She let go of the fan and took Matt's hand, letting him lead her out the window into the chilled night air. Sora followed the two of them as the ascended into the air toward the bright star Mimi had earlier been thinking about.
*This looks like a good place to quit for now. I know it's not the normal fanfic, but I think it has at least a little potential! Review this for me, so I can decide whether or not to keep going with it! I'll be needing 5 reviews for a second chapter. Thanks!*