by Ahiko aka sakuramimato
Disclaimer: Characters are Akiyoshi Hongo's creation.
Full Summary: When a guitarist fell from the roof of Odaiba High School just before Christmas, Tachikawa Mimi almost thought he was an angel falling from heaven, but she couldn't have been more wrong about this domineering and rude jerk. Despite his faults, he agrees to help Mimi win her boyfriend back at a music competition, but he's not doing it out of the goodness of his heart... Who is this nameless bum, and what's his real interest in Mimi?
For Non-Mimato Fans: This is not a flame for any non-Mimato fans. This fanfic was written for the open-minded acceptance of my interest in the Mimato coupling and in no way do I intend to bash on the other couplings consisting of the two paired with other characters. Thank you for your understanding and consideration. (10/03/2005)
Three days before Christmas arrives
Pure white snow spreading like wings
I thought that a fallen angel had come
Movement I
"Oh, no!" a honey blonde-haired girl gasped as she stopped in her tracks with her eyes wide open and mouth agape. "Are you okay?"
'Why did someone fall from the roof of my high school?' she began panicking as her eyes trailed from the disheveled figure sprawled on the snow before her and a visible section of her high school's roof where he'd fallen from. An object that he held, seeming as if he tried to break its fall, caught her eye... 'Guitar?'
"Uh..." her panic halted as the fallen figure gasped a breath of life.
'Is this person a guitarist...?' she asked herself as she began dazing into wonder, but a nudge at her feet snapped her back to reality.
"Huh..." she looked down to see that the guy that had fallen was looking hungrily up at her. "Hungry..."
'What... What on earth am I doing?'
Not wanting to leave him out in the snow, the two ended up at her apartment. She'd watched him a few minutes since they'd gone to her house and she noticed that aside from all of the onigiri (rice balls) and bananas he'd consumed, no refreshments were to be found. "Want some tea?"
The tea was ready the time she asked and she'd set it on the table in his reach. She took her seat at the table and looked down at the light food she'd prepared and began to daze again, hesitant of her judgment. 'Father and the rest are on vacation.'
"I am Tachikawa Mimi, a student of that high school. You are? What's your name? Age?" her face gave off a faint glow as she went from her sudden silence to cheery openness. The guy she'd taken him looked at her closely, noticing the change.
"Could you by any chance be in a band?"
Those words that escaped had caught him off guard. His gaze constricted and he lowered his head to hide the shock in his eyes under his messy blonde hair. 'Letting a male stranger in to her house...'
'Even if you can be taught, you can't complain.' he inched forward to her, making close contact between their faces. Mimi stood paralyzed at his forwardness as he moved his hand underneath her right eye, brushing off something from her face. Her heart raced at the gesture and the distance between them was so close that she had nowhere else too move her glance from him other than the pools of deep blue that stared deeply at her. He pulled his hand away slowly and gave her a soft smile, his eyes removed of the shock she'd caused earlier and her cheeks turned a deep red at the strangeness of his actions.
"Fussy." he blurted out as he pulled himself away from her.
'So rude?' she froze, paralyzed as if she'd been shot in the heart with an arrow and was frozen before falling to the floor.
The mysterious guy leaned back in his chair, arms lax behind his head, with an amused grin on his lips. "I was going to Tokyo but I ran out of money. I was tired the entire time I was there."
"WRONG IMAGE!" Mimi freaked as she took a couple of steps away from the table and pointed an accusative finger at him.
"You were the one who misunderstood me." he looked at her with a flat expression.
"Call me whatever name you like." His gaze turned toward her, his eyes cold and unconcerned. "No need for too much conversation. Though I thank you for helping me."
'To think that his face looks as beautiful as an angel.' she grunted as the change in his attitude had shattered the ephemeral image she had of him.
Her lips began to quiver. "Then..."
"Yama-kun..." his eyes contracted at her words.
"I'll call you Yama-kun." (A/N: yama やま・山, is Japanese for mountain.)
He looked at her with a weak grin, questioning her sanity. "What is that? It's strange."
"It fits, right? I had a dear childhood friend of mine that you remind me of." he stared at her once more as her ramblings brought his mind to wander.
A glint of determination flashed in her eyes. "And then, Yama-kun..."
Out of nowhere, she appeared only a few inches from his face, her hands clasped together. "Would you form a group with me?"
A significant light of determination glowed in her eyes as 'Yama-kun' could do nothing but look into them. A slight smile was barely visible on his face, but she'd turned away before noticing.
"The high school that you fell from is having a Christmas event." she looked away with softened eyes as she quickly scribbled something onto a piece of white paper and raised it up for him to see. "The first prize is a dinner ticket for two on board a luxurious cruise."
"Hmph! Why do you want that so badly? No matter how good it looks." he turned away fully resenting the idea. "And the picture's horrible."
Laying down the silly drawing on the table, she paced a few seconds until her face lit up in embarrassment. "Mikku-chan... That's my boyfriend's nickname... Michael... I want to make up with him. We broke up all of a sudden without any reasons. And then..." her voice trailed off and her head dropped with it. Images of Michael flooded back to her, his pale eyes tearing away at her as she drew images of him vividly in her mind. (A/N: Michael would be pronounced maikkeru マイッケル in Japanese, so Mimi's calling Michael by a pet name she made for him.)
If you win the first prize in the event. You can return.
She bit her lip and turned her gaze away, trying to hide the tears forcing themselves out of the corners of her eyes. His words pulling at her emotions.
Turning her face at Yama-chan again, she had her arm covering her eyes as she rubbed the tears from them. She laughed weakly, trying hard to keep her voice from cracking. "I really want to win the first prize. You are a guitarist, right? I love to sing. I want to try to be the vocalist."
"Just this once." Mimi stood before Yama-chan and clasped her hands above her head pleadingly. Her face was red and slightly tear-stained from rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of the sweater of her school uniform and her hair had been misplaced from her anxiety. "Please, form a group with me!"
He turned his head away from her pathetic figure and stared at her with a condescending gaze. "No way!"
"Why?" Mimi shrieked at his flat response.
Looking away, he reasoned with a sarcastic tone. "Helping a girl who already has a man she loves is not fun."
"But then..." he smiled mischievously and took each of her hands into one of his own and let his weight fall onto her until he lay on top of her, his hands holding both of her hands above her head as she stared in confused, motionless under his grasp. "But if you let me do it once, I can think about it."
He pulled at the tie around her neck and made pulls at her shirt of her uniform, quickly unbuttoning it. "Did you think you've just let in a normal male stranger into your house?" he asked her as his left hand moved from containing her wrist to slow creeping its way up her right thigh underneath the skirt of her uniform.
"What..." Mimi's eyes grew small as she found herself unable to resist him and her thoughts began to collide. He moved his hand back up to her chest and loosened her tie even more, beginning to grope her breast. Dropping his head below hers, he planted his lips violently.
'No... NO Way!' the voice inside her head screamed at her, unable to take the tension anymore. Releasing herself from her shock, she violently pushed him from her body, trying to keep her sanity intact and the impurities he was forcing onto her away. "Wait a minute!"
"What...?" he sat up after he'd been forcefully rejected.
"NO..." tears streamed down her face after she'd put enough distance between her and her visitor, backing herself up to a wall. She looked at him in confusion, questioning her trust for him.
"Just kidding, still throbbing?" he smiled playfully at her giving her a playful wave to play with her thoughts. He gave his mouth a quick brush with his hand on the edges and gave his full attention to her, awaiting her next reaction. "Heh."
At his words, Mimi's arms held her up as she sat on the floor, slumping forward in humiliation. 'Too much, I could die young!'
"Fine. I'll join your group." he gave her a slight smile off the corner of his lips as he plopped onto the couch in a cool manner. "So I won't be alone on Christmas Day."
"Really?" Mimi smiled brightly and clapped her hands together in joy at the sound of his approval.
Before the both of them had noticed, she'd quickly run up to him and forced an overjoyed hugged onto him, resting her head on his chest. "Thank you!"
"..." Yama-chan stared forward without a reply.
Realizing what she'd done, she pushed him away and hid behind the corner of a wall, peeking over just to meet his eyes and scoffed, "Pervert."
His gaze dropped. "What? You hugged me on your own."
After a short moment of hesitation, she slowly pushed herself to confront him again. "How long have you played guitar, Yama-kun?"
"Ah yes, yes..." he put his hand to his mouth and yawned, remembering that he was expecting her to ask him about that.
"I'm not a guitarist."
'Huh?' Mimi's hope sank and her clasped hands quickly fell to her sides.
"I just packed this guitar from home." he looked blankly at her as he held it in his hands to show.
She felt herself being hit with the final blow and collapsed to the floor. 'Whaaat!'
"But... just leave it to me, I'll make us win the first prize."
She looked at him in disbelief as she was bringing herself up from the floor. 'Eh...'
"After that..." he smiled mischievously. "First payment... Thank you so much." he looked at the collar of her uniform, with a greater satisfaction in his eyes. "Please give me the remainder again." he pointed to the left side of his neck with a sly smile.
'Don't kid me!' Realizing what he was getting at in the conversation, she slowly brought her hand up to her neck where he was motioned to on his own neck and felt it slightly moist. She quickly covered her hand over the spot he'd motioned to and her mind exploded in embarrassment and rage as her face burned red, imagining the kiss mark he'd left on her neck that his sinister eyes grew even more satisfied with as she panicked.
Mikku-chan, protect me!
Author's Notes: It's short, but this is really 1 of 3 parts in a one shot. I decided that it was kind of long to make this whole story into a one shot and would be a little cumbersome. Two more parts left to this Love Song. Keep in touch, R&R if you liked!
10/03/2005 - I edited and made changes to some parts. The "love scene" was fixed, so hopefully it makes more sense, hehe. If you see boxes scattered around the text, they're Japanese characters that your computer probably doesn't have the language pack to view them. No worries, it doesn't affect the story in any way. ―.阿彦