Bird-lover


Okay, here is a story about Mimi - she didn't move to the USA in my version, so don't be confused!
This story is a little bit....different....Don#t ask me how I got this idea...I started to write down some stuff and then, I started to write about birds*sweatdrops*
Anyway, I hope you like this fic.

:-P Kaeera

Bird-lover

Part One

A blue sky...

White, huge clouds...

A warm and big sun....

Some birds are flying...

I can't recognise them, they are too far away.

I like birds. They are so beautiful, and very intelligent.
I could spend hours in watching birds playing in the trees, or listening their melodies.
I especially like eagles and hawks – they look so proud, so majestic.

Oh, I didn't introduce myself, did I?

My name is Mimi – Mimi Tachikawa, and I am 15 years old.

I love shopping and fashion. And birds.

No one knows that I love birds – they would never think that of me. They just don't fit to Mimi, the fashion girl, the Barbie doll...
Yeah, that's my image. I know it, and feel somehow unlucky about it.
But I don't want to change it...

Why?

That's difficult...
I think that I'm frightened. When the people know you, then they can hurt you. I am afraid of this.

Long, long time ago someone did that to me. Hurt me.
I was 7 years old when it happened, but I remember it as it has been yesterday:

I was walking home from school when I saw this bird. It was a blackbird, and it was sitting there, staring at me. It didn't fly away.
Watching it, I kneeled down and looked in this deep, black eyes – eyes with are so different from human eyes.
Somehow this eyes touched my soul, and I started to speak with it.
"Hello, my name is Mimi, and who are you?"
It only moved his head, but I was sure that it understood every single word I said.
"You have very nice eyes, do you know that?", I giggled.
But the moment of peace between human and animal didn't last long. A boy from my class had watched our meeting and ran towards me, chasing away the bird.
He waved with his hands and shouted: "Mimi is talking with birds! She's mad! Mad-Mimi, Mad-Mimi, Mad-Mimi...", he continued to sing this words while I started sobbing.
Not that this stupid boy had chased my little friend away, now he was making fun of me.
The next months, my nickname was Mad-Mimi or Bird-Mimi.
I never talked with birds again...

But I never stopped loving them.
Others love cats and dogs, and I love birds.

*

It's time to go home.

I send a last glance to the birds in the sky.

It must be wonderful to fly there, near to the sun and leaving every pain after you.
But I can't fly, and I will never can.

I stand up and brush the dirt of my skirt. Such a wonderful day, and I am sitting here, worrying about nothing.
I should spend my time in a more happier activity.

But I am not in the mood for it.
Mimi Tachikawa and depressed? Don't you laugh with this idea?

I mean really depressed, not worried about the wrong haircut.

It's true, I am depressed.

And even my little friends, the birds, can't help me.

I am a little bit jealous of Sora. Okay, she is my best friend, but....she is so lucky with her boyfriend. They are together for over a year now, and they are still the best couple I can imagine. She deserves it, that's true. It's just that...everyone takes her so serious.

No one takes me serious.
For everybody I am the little girl or the fashion doll.

Nobody, not even my closest friends, know how I feel inside. Deep inside.
Sometimes it seems that they don't believe that a Mimi Tachikawa can have serious feelings, too.

I am not angry with them...I showed them only this side of me, so they believe that this side is the true Mimi.
But it isn't.
I am angry with me...because I've never been brave enough to show them the real Mimi.

And now it's too late.

I wish I could be a bird and fly away.

Fly away in the blue sky, forgetting all the things which worry me, only peace in my heart.

I have really no idea why I am so depressed the last time.
Nothing special happened – or?

There are more birds as usual, and I see them everywhere. Like they follow me. Like they want to help me.

That's stupid, Mimi, why shall some birds want to help you?
And how shall they do this?

I didn't get enough sleep the last time, that's it.

I walk homewards.

*

Tomorrow is the last date and I didn't finish my oral presentation yet!

I am so angry! How could I forget it?! That's all because of this stupid depressions!

I am in my room, working with at least a ton of books on my table, when a strange melody comes to my ear.
I put the pencil down and look through the window.

Outside there's a bird – a blackbird.
It's singing this song, the song without words.

I become peaceful and open slowly the window. "Hello, little bird", I whisper.

It watches me and holds its head in this typical bird-style. And I...I put my head in my arms and watch him, forgetting about the presentation, the stress, the depressions...

The melody is so soft and sweet that I close my eyes....and begin to sleep.

And dream.

I am walking down an empty street. When I say empty, it means that no human persons are there. But there are birds. Many, many birds....crows, blackbirds, parrots, budgies, eagles, hawks, ducks...
The birds don't frighten me.
The thing which frightens is the silence.
So many birds, and no one makes a noise...
Only the wind is blowing, and thousands of black eyes watch me.
Silent.
I look around, search for....I don't know, for a person, a friend...

Empty.

And then she comes.

It's a girl, a child.

Maybe six or seven years old.

Her hair is brown, and her eyes are of the same colour as mine...very big eyes, nearly too big for this small face. And there's something in this eyes...something very special, which shouldn't be in the eyes of a kid.

And then I recognise her.

It's me.

As if the girl could read my mind, she starts to speak:

"Yes, I am you."

Her face was blank. And this eyes – this big eyes which seem to look through your soul.

"W-What do you want?", I finally manage to stammer.

"I want nothing", she replies softly. "It's you who wants something."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"And what?"

"I can't tell you, you have to find it on your own. You know it deep in your heart."

I shake my head and look down to the ground. "I wanna....I wanna be taken serious. I want to loose my Barbie image...I wanna show myself..."
When I speak this words, I realise that they are true. I look up, straight in her eyes.

She smiles. Not a kid's smile, it's a smile which is....old....old and wise.

"But you are frightened that you'll be hurt."

It's no question, it's an establishing.

"Tell me what I can do.", I beg and continue staring in her eyes. Time seems to freeze.

Then, finally, she closes her eyes and waves towards all the birds.

"We will help you."

I blink and ask confused: "What....the birds?"

She nods.

"Why?"

"Because you love birds."

"There are many people who love birds."

"No, there aren't. Many people like birds – they think that they're cute and sweet, but only a few accept them. Love them. Talk with them."

"I-I can't believe you. How can birds help me? Why should they do that? And...and what do I have to do?"

But nobody answers my questions – the girl who was me has disappeared without any track. Only the birds stay, still silent and staring at me with their amazing eyes.

*

I open my eyes and find myself in my room, head in my arms before the open window.
"What a weird dream", I think to myself and close the window.

What does that mean?

The birds will help me? Because I love them?

I don't understand it...

Then I remember something....

"OH MY GOD!! MY ORAL PRESENTATION!!!!"

I glance to the clock and gasp in horror...9 o'clock in the evening...I will never finish it today!

"This is one of these days where everything goes wrong!", I grumble and take a book, trying to make the best of this situation.

*

The next day:

Hardly awake, I switch the alarm off and go into the kitchen. No more dreams of birds and myself.
And I could finish my presentation – I won't get the best mark for it, but well, I did it in two hours! (we had this homework for over two weeks...)

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!", I shout when I leave the house, hurrying towards my school.
Like usually I'm too late.
I somehow can't manage it to go out of the house in time...I run to school every morning.

First lesson: Maths.
Not my favourite subject, so I decide that it doesn't harm anymore when I sleep a little more. I arrange the books on the table, so that the teacher won't see me and look out of the window.

A crow.

Huge and black, it looks at me.

I'm fascinated. This is the feeling I have every time when I see a bird.

Fascination.

I have to think of my dream again. I don't know...do I want to change anything? I am...unsure. Maybe they'll take me serious and I don't like it. Maybe...I am not created for seriousness.
Maybe it's my destiny.

I sigh. This is really unusual for me. I never had such strange depressions before – and such weird dreams.
Now, when I think about it, I realise that I've ignored the birds over the last years.
I didn't notice them!
Why do I realise them right now?
Why is this fascination back?

Because I am unsure?

Depressed?

Confused?

Mimi, the Bird-lover. Mad-Mimi. Mimi, the fashion girl. Barbie-Mimi. Complaining-Mimi. Mimi, the child of sincerity.

Who's the right one?

Who's real?

The crow is still there. Nobody without me seems to notice it.
We watch each other. Black eyes. Deep black eyes.

They are telling me something. Something which I can't describe in words.
Something different.

So many problems, so many thoughts.
What's the sense of it all? I have no idea.

Mimi, the Bird-Lover.

I decide that this name fits perfectly.

That's my secret, and I will be never brave enough to tell anybody about it.

Something deep inside prevents me from doing this.

End of Part One

Oookay, what did you think about it? A little weird, not?....
I want to hear your opinions...Tell me how I should continue this story....Shall I make a romance (maybe Mimato?) Or something different? Letting it center only about Mimi?
I have some ideas in my head, but I wanna hear what you would prefer, so please review!

I am waiting! :)