I Want, You Want
By: Ktate
A Twilight Fanfiction by Ktate © 2011
Title of Chapter: Cat Eyes
Author: Ktate
Rating for this chapter:
Summary: *After Breaking Dawn* Mimicriazina is a seventeen year old, real life princess from Russia. Her family
Pairing: Mimi/Jericho, Bella/Edward, (etc...)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, or it's franchises.
(Third Person PoV)
The sound of a slight Asian-themed "Dip It Low" song by Christiana Milian danced through Mimicriazina's ears. She was, clearly, trying her hardest to forget where she was headed in father's usual luxurious car. She had decided to try to distract herself, anyway she could. Because where she was going was sure to be hell.
*Six Hours Earlier*
"Mimi, dear, will you spare a moment from your studies to come dine with your father and I?" Her mother asked hesitatingly. Mimicriazina was known for her temper, and lately, it had been worse than before. It could possibly be because her father had revoked her privilege of her laptop... But you never know.
"Of course." Mimi replied calmly, to her mother's obvious relief.
It wasn't that Mimi was a bad child, she just... needed to work on keeping her emotions in check. Besides that, she was wonderful. And polite, for the most part. Always in front of guests, at least.
She stood with a natural grace, thanks to her mother, the ever graceful Princess Cicilia Meterphron.
Her family was, of course, the wealthiest family in the U.S. at the current moment. They had just come in from Russia, their home land.
Prince Alexender Nocivan Meterphron, her father, her mother and her older brother, Apollo were already seated. This was expected; normal.
As soon as she was sat and the food arrived, the talking began.
"Little sister, how ever did mother convince you to eat with us like a normal family?" Apollo teased, brushing back a unruly blonde curl from his tawny eyes. With his father's golden eyes, his mother's blonde hair, one could easily see why he was named after the sun god, Apollo.
"Diamonds." Mimi replied, smirking slightly.
"Of course." He laughed, rolling his eyes.
Mimi's lips twitched into one of those dry smiles.
"Of course," She repeated, glancing up into her father's amused eyes.
"Mimi, dear, there's something we've been wanting to speak to you about." He said, and almost immediately the room sobered.
"What is it?" She asked curiously. Whatever it was, it was able to silence her brother.
"We've heard of this... place... in Washington... for troubled teens." He began, glancing at his wife. Her head was bowed, shoulders tense, ready for the outburst that was soon to come.
"Troubled... teens?" The daughter asked, eyes blazing. "I am not a troubled teen!" She exploded.
'Ah, there it is...' Both her family and servants thought in unison.
She stood, her chair behind her crashing to the floor. "You can't be serious..." She said, staring her father down.
He nodded gravely. "I'm afraid I am. You need to learn some self-control..."
"I'll go pack my bags." She spat. May she be one who likes to talk back, but she is also very obedient.
Disengaging herself from her chair, she turned on her heel and stalked across the room, pushing and shouldering her way rather rudely through the mass of servants who rushed to get out of her way.
*Present*
"How much longer?" Mimi asked, dragging her eyes from her book to the front of the car, giving Nicolas, her driver, a hard gaze. He wasn't bothered, he was used to it. He gave her a gentle smile.
"We are here, ma petite." He drawled gesturing with one hand out the window as the car came to a slow stop in front of a small, red... house. She noted it was about the size of her garage.
Nicolas opened the door and she stepped out as the same time several people stepped out of the red house/garage.
Mimi coolly surveyed them.
Indians, is what they were. At least ten of them. But, back behind them, came more. But not just Indians. There was some Americans, too. Nine, she believed. They were pale, paler than her grandfather, who was part Albino.
"Nicolas... they are... all ...Americans... correct?" Her Russian/French accent only fainted heard.
"Yes, ma petite." He said, holding out his arm for her and leading her in front of them.
"Hello, you must be Mimicrizia." One of them stepped forward. "I'm Jacob, and this is my father, Billy." He said looking pointedly down at a man in a wheelchair.
"Hello." Billy said warmly, holding out a hand. "And welcome to La Push."
"Mimicriazina." She corrected, not bothering to take his hand, and slowly, it fell back at his side.
"I go by Mimi." She said, tossing back a heavy tress of black waves, shaking the long cascades of hair down her back with a shake of her dainty head.
"Apparently I will be staying here for quite some time, correct?" She added, a frown on her lovely features.
"Just for the summer." Nicolas breathed and Mimi nodded.
(Jericho PoV)
I jogged to the outskirts in the woods and heard my younger brother welcoming our 'guest'. I scowled.
Jesus Christ, don't we have enough pale ones here as it is? I thought. But, no, of course not.
"She's a princess, Jericho, we have to accept her. We really have to choice." Father had said.
"She'll just stick her nose where it doesn't belong!" I had shouted back before running off into the woods, shaking as I went, completely pissed off. The last time this happened, our, well my, world had come crashing down.
"Jake, come here." I ordered as the girl tossed her head toward me, her eyes widening slightly.
It was like a ton of bricks were thrown at me, knocking the breath out of me. I gasped, blinking at her. Her features had a vaguely predatory look about them- like some fierce black panther, both beautiful and terrifying in its cruelty; swarthy skin drawn tight over the patrician bones of her face; feline eyes distinctly slanted and framed by long, black lashes; a haughty aquiline nose and a pretty little pink mouth, that could do wonders on her face.
Mimi, I heard, had creamy skin with a rosy glow covering every inch of her, she was absolutely flawless. Those pouty lips were calling to me, begging to be kissed. Her ethereal beauty stunned me. She was mesmerizing, breath-taking, no adjective would do her justice.
But, above all, it was her eyes that drew me forward, taking a step closer to her. No one else had eyes like her. They were hunter green, and at the outside of each iris, as well as in the middle, were darker rings, almost black. There were enchanting. My mother would have said Mimi had been marked by the sprites, the fairies. But others, I knew, like Leah, would say they were strange eyes, evil eyes, eyes that saw what wasn't meant to be seen. Witch eyes, is what Leah would say. But they were Cat eyes. Beautiful Cat eyes.
"Hey there, Cat Eyes." I murmured to her, taking another step forward. "I'm Jericho."
"I prefer Mimi." She corrected, narrowing those eyes.
"Of course you do." I said, slightly mocking her.
She then spun on her heel, her pretty hair flipping over her shoulder, again, and stalked to her... car. If you could call it that. It was big and wow. Something only the Cullens' could afford around here.
"Nicolas. My bags?" She called over her shoulder as she opened her door and grabbed a big, tan purse was the letters LV written all over it.
"Oh, my, that's Louis Vuttion." I heard Emily gasp quietly under her breath to Alice.
"I know!" Alice whisper-shouted back, grinning. "We may get along after all."
"I doubt it." I said dryly, at a normal tone and Cat Eye's eyes flickered over to me for a split second before looking down to her hands. Her hands held the purse as she stuffed a book and an I-pod into it, among with a few other things; surprisingly it seemed to fit well.
Cat Eyes turned back to dad, "Where will I be staying?" She asked and he hesitated. He had been planning on putting her in my house, which was right next to his and Jacob's, but after the small fight we had, he was obviously having some second thoughts.
"With me." I answered as I strode over to her and grabbed the large bags (with more LV's all over them) jerked my head towards my small (but larger than dad's and Jake's) cabin-like house.
Her heavy-lidded deep-green eyes swiftly appraised me for a moment before she, pretty much, demanded her own room.
I threw her an slightly amused look and snorted. "Like I'd share a room with you, Cat Eyes."
"It's Mimi!" She snapped back, glaring at me. She reminded of a kitten in that moment; one that thought it was all big and bad, but against the bigs dogs, she stood no chance.
"Whatever you say." I replied dryly.
My house had an extra three rooms, it was a two-story level, facing the cliffs, with one wall all glass so you could see the cliffs and the ocean, almost like the Cullens' house, but, of course, better, in my opinion. I had built it myself for me and... whoever I ended up marrying...
She huffed and popped in her ear phones, throwing me a dirty look which I returned with a sarcastic grin.
Even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew that I had imprinted on this delicate flower. Too bad she's a pale one. And pale, she was. Seriously. Like Bella Swan before going vamp on us.
(Mimi PoV)
I stared at the back of the person in front of me. He was more of a man than a boy at this stage in life. And he had braids. What man wore braids these days...? None I knew. It was... odd. But, also, in a way, he was kind of hot.
You could definably see the muscles bulging under his tight black t-shirt. His shirt molded to chest perfectly and his gorgeous skin matching the top beautifully. I never thought that color could be considered beautiful, yet it was. It was a russet color, a mix between red and brown. Some of my friends would have teased that God didn't love him enough and burnt him when he was just a thought on his mother's brain. At this moment, I couldn't agree less.
He had somewhat of an intimidating air to him. He looked like a natural-born leader. I bet he needed to be respected more than loved. I could tell, he was one of those types. Tears wouldn't move him, he'd see them as a pathetic sign of weakness. And I couldn't agree more. I like his straight forward demeanor too, it'll help him reach his goals, that's for sure.
His soft whisper had caught me off guard. His voice was silky and husky. Sexy. The type of voice you had right after sex. I couldn't help but like it. And when he called me Cat Eyes... wow. I liked it. But I hated that I liked it. He wasn't right. He was an Indian. He would get me no where, no power, in life. He wouldn't be able to support me or a family if I were to have one with him.
He finally stopped in front of the door to his house. It was... almost cute... like something out of a fairy tale, really. Looked kind of comforting. Not my element, though.
He turned to me and I noticed he head a piercing in his ear... and his lip... and his eyebrow. He had a few tattoos from what I could see, too.
I stared hard at him for a minute then tugged one headphone out, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were dark and ... soulful, for lack of better word.
All over, he just reminded me of sex. Hot, steamy, angry, passionate sex. It was odd. Again, I hated that I like it. I didn't want to like it, I didn't want to like him.
Not that I will. He seems like an asshat.