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A Twist In Time

Why Me?!

(Revised)

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Mimi Tachikawa was on the cheerful side after she bought everything she had required for today. She was so happy that she almost bought everything that caught her attention…

The newest Gucci wristwatch she'd been complaining about a few days ago was now hers. The newest perfume of Channel °5 mixed with a scent of jasmine along with a purse from Louis Vuitton, and as for the final touch, some expensive clothes coming from Versace.

Yes, she was one happy and lucky woman.

It was just like she'd planned. Eating a lot of junk food and dessert, while wasting the energy in her mall! Well, it wasn't exactly her mall, but she loved it nowadays after she moved on. It was like the mall was a part of her life and she couldn't miss it for any second of the day. She knew every single place and she could easily guide herself even if it was with her eyes closed.

Hair chestnut brown hair swayed back and forth when she ran in and out of the dressing room to check herself out. She was trying on a new dress. Seeing her reflection on the mirror, she was pleased to see an energetic woman in front of her. But she sighed nonchalantly while positioning her hands on her hips. She couldn't waste her money anymore. And seeing it came from Calvin Klein, she definitely knew it would cost her a little fortune.

Dropping her shoulders in defeat, she stepped inside the dressing room and came back with her casual clothes - a white blouse with a matching pink skirt. A smile appeared on her face. She wasn't going to ruin her day for this!

'Oh well, next time', she sighed with a little smile of her own and left the shop as she carried the bags in her arms; loaded with expensive stuff.

Well, time to go home, she told herself after glancing at her watch. She was so content today that she'd probably go to the beach and maybe invite on of her friends to accompany her tomorrow.

Yep, life was just perfect for her. It was weekend. It meant no employees behind her back, no paperwork or phone calls disturbing her and the best of all was…no rain!

Stepping out of the gigantic mall, Mimi was prepared to feel the soft breeze welcoming her, the sun shining high above the blue sky giving her warmth…

But her smile vanished.

A frown appeared.

Her right eye twitched.

She was pissed.

Instead of the things that she expected to come, everything was reversed. The blue sky was gone and replaced by dark-grey clouds while the wind made her freeze instead of warming her.

Then a small drop of water made contact with her nose, causing to stare above her. First it was quiet, but then it came crashing down like there was no end.

Rain! How was that even possible? Where was the sun? Where was the blue sky?

Nowhere.

She clenched her hands into a fist. The weather report predicted it wouldn't rain for the entire week...

'Great', she fumed. How will she return to her house? She didn't have her car since she left it to control her tire and such. Calling a cab wasn't good either, not now since she didn't have enough money to pay the travel. And her cell phone? She left it in the house with the idea of not needing it today since she wanted time for herself.

Gritting her teeth, she ran off in search for shelter with her bags as it hit her knees each time she took a step forward. She knew she couldn't go back into the mall. It was nearing closing time.

A cab splashed her as it passed. She cursed under her breath for the lame chauffeur behind the wheel. Her new sandals she bought a week ago were now ruined! And the sudden occurrence of the splash made not only her sandals dip in water, but her blouse too - revealing a feminine part of her.

"Stupid asshole and his weather predictions." She gritted.

She felt at ease when she saw a building approaching, but turned out to be a museum.

Though, she could easily go into a tavern and ask for someone's help or just use a phone and calling her friends to pick her up, she knew that it was a little too risky. Most of the taverns held some men, sitting at the bar, their breath smelling of alcohol – and a girl like her entering the place will just easily bring up their perverted imaginations. The thought only made her shiver.

Finally, she was there. Good. It wasn't closed yet. Looking around, she knew the rain wouldn't last long, but still – her house was far away from where she was located. She didn't want to be soaked anymore than she already was. She sighed. Maybe this was the right opportunity to pay the museum a little visit. How long has it been since she entered it for last. Four years? More? She didn't know, but it would hold her occupied for the time being once the rain decides to settle down.

Hey, who knows, maybe it will be fun.

Taking out her wallet and praying she still has some money left, she was slightly content of herself that she didn't spend all of it, though she thought she did. Taking her bags, she walked inside as the front door opened automatically for her.

The woman on the counter narrowed an eyebrow at Mimi once she approached her.

"I'd like to visit the museum, please." Mimi politely said, though she ignored the confused expression of the woman totally.

"Of course you can, miss, but unfortunately we can't let you in."

Mimi stared at her confused. 'Eh?'

"Why not?"

"We don't want our materials to be soaked with the rain though." The woman replied with a hint of laughter after pointing at Mimi's clothes.

Small droplets of water fell down on the floor, creating a small puddle underneath Mimi's sandals, and much to the woman's dismay her papers got wet as well.

"What?! You can't honestly mean that!" Mimi yelled.

"We are so sorry, but we can't take the risk. We don't want our materials to get wet." The woman held her tone casual as though she knew she was going to win this argument. But Mimi, the woman who loves fashion and got a temper of her own wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Just because I'm soaked I can't go in? What kind of bullshit is this?" Mimi roared, slamming her fist on the desk, causing some papers flying everywhere.

The woman flinched at her words and her sudden reaction, but left this all unnoticed. What the woman did made Mimi angrier than she already was. She grinned.

"Sorry to inform you this, miss, but we also can't tolerate disrespectful individuals of your species and we would be delighted if you benevolently leave this museum without using such inconsiderate language." The woman told her, but continued with a grin and her voice quieted down only for her to hear it. "And seeing at your clothes, you must be some daddy's little girl… Well, in my eyes you're nothing but a little whore working in a nightclub." She sneered.

Mimi dropped her bags instantly as her face was hidden behind the two locks of hair. She could get pass when calling her a daddy's girl, but never – no one – dared to call her a whore. That she just couldn't let go.

It was unfortunate for the woman, because Mimi wasn't the type to give up easily and walking out without having the last word. Oh no, she wouldn't retreat now, even if the words stung her, it would only satisfy the woman.

No, she will show her a thing or two. This was not acceptable!

"You bitch!"

The woman had her hands clasped against her eyes, shocked for what was going to happen and Mimi took this opportunity to slam her right fist in that oh-so-no-pretty face of hers.

But…

"STOP!"

…a yell caused her fist to draw back before she could hit her target.

'Who said that?' The person halting her was on dangerous grounds; no one interfered when Mimi Tachikawa was busy.

Glancing behind her with a deadly expression, ready to scowl, her eyes shot wide open when she saw a man standing there in a black suit with golden-blond hair. He was mad. You could see. He frowned. His arms folded as he took a stance that took the hint of irritation. In return, she gave him a menacing glance and turned around so she could face him.

"What is the meaning of this?" His voice grunted furiously as he walked over the two. "Martha, explain this to me, now." Glaring at the woman behind the counter.

Mimi narrowed an eyebrow. If this woman was already scared about him it meant only one thing; he was someone important. She watched at the woman and almost felt compassion. Almost. Martha was shivering under the gaze of the guy. Mimi was grateful, at least she got a little fun in seeing the woman squirm – she'd probably lose her job.

'Boo-hoo, poor, Martha',

"And what are you grinning at?"

Mimi looked at her side to see the man glaring at her irritatingly. She frowned while positioning her hands on her hips. "I'm free to do what I want, don't I?"

"So, you're that woman with that annoying voice I could hear in my office." The man smirked, making Mimi blush. "Never thought it would be a person like you." He left her clueless when his head turned back on that woman again, Martha.

Mimi blinked. What did he meant by that?

Great…

A headache was coming.

Why do bad things have to happen to her? What did she do wrong? Was fate against her? It was just too much for her. All those bad things happening to just didn't seem right. First that stupid weather then a bitch, accusing her for a whore and now, a man making her clueless and not knowing what is going on in that stupid head of his.

She closed her eyes, hoping that once she opened them, she still had to wake up and prepare for the day.

She took a deep breath and then let it go.

'Please may this all be a dream', she prayed to the Gods above. Once her eyes hot open, she flinched. 'A ticket? I didn't ask for that.'

Letting her eyes trail from the ticket to the owner of the hand along his extended arm, she was surprised to lock her eyes into some sapphire ones.

'Wow. They're beautiful', Mimi thought, hypnotized by its depths.

"Are you going to take it or not?"

The voice broke her contact with his blue orbs and quickly checked his features. Mimi guessed he must be in his early twenties just like her. That's' good. A smile appeared.

Wait…

'What?!'

"Hello, someone up there?" A hand waved in front of her eyes, snapping her back into reality. She glanced towards the ticket and then to the man extending it to her. He looked almost frustrated.

"What's with that look, woman? Never saw a ticket before?" He mocked.

Okay, she must admit, the handsomeness – wow! But his character though – nuh-uh! The man was a real pain in the ass no matter how good he looked. He had the most wonderful blond hair which she was eager to touch, his suit, making him so masculine and sexy, and seeing them so tight you can almost see his muscles, his eyes so – I mean, yeah, he's a real pain!

Mimi groaned at her train of thoughts – she never knew to wander that far, but nonetheless, she plastered a fake smile and acquired it from him. She watched the ticket. Her eyes widened. It was an entrance-ticket for the museum.

"Why are you giving me this?" Mimi asked at him questionably.

"What? You don't want to go in anymore?" The man replied with a scowl and disbelief. "Woman, just choose already. I don't have all day for you to decide what you want or not. You either go inside or just get your butt out of here."

"Okay, okay already, I will enter the museum. Now happy?" She shot back, making him smirk.

"Much. Good, now go and pick up those bags." Pointing his finger downwards. "Customers could stumble on it with your cheap clothes and all." The man explained her with a grin when he showed the link from the entrance to the counter. Mimi gritted her teeth for his remark, but nodded understandingly and picked up her bags from the floor.

"Get back to work, Martha."

"Yes, Mr. Ishida."

'Ishida, huh?'

He waved to the woman as he disappeared behind the door that probably led towards his office. Mimi saw how Martha flinched when he called her. She suddenly grinned.

She wasn't afraid of that Ishida, but she's sure as hell going to make the woman afraid of her. That man just delayed some of her previous time to punch – now that he's gone, no one could stop her. Oh yeah, she was getting her revenge. It's payback time. Since Martha wasn't paying attention, she took this moment to strike.

"You really should control your temper, woman." He sighed, catching her grip before she could hit his employee.

'When did he come back?'

Mimi glanced to her side only to see his serious expression, but she could swear he was laughing underneath that cool en stoic face. How did he do that? First he disappeared behind the door and with a snap – BAM- there he stood, next of her taking a hold of her arm. His grip was so strong that Mimi was certain he could easily cut her blood circulation if he added more pressure to it.

"Let go, you jerk!" She shouted, trying to free herself from his hold.

He shrugged. "Fine." And he let her go, causing her to fall on the ground with a thump.

"Asshole…" Mimi muttered, rubbing her behind for a while.

"Don't get too cocky, woman." The man clarified her. "You're here because of the rain. But, I'm a kind person and I don't throw people out that easily in my museum. You even have the privilege to enter for free, but do understand that I can easily throw you outside with a snap of my fingers if you ever wish to repeat your stupid action again."

The man in front of her only folded his arms and took his stance with an icy stare, while Martha gave her an 'I won' look.

Standing up again, she brushed some dust out of her skirt as she flashed them both menacing glances. She carried her bags and headed for the entrance of the museum. But before that, she turned around once more.

"Fine, you won this time, you jerk. But you won't hear the last of me either." Mimi said with a satisfied smirk. "Oh, and my name isn't woman, it's Mimi, you bastard. Remember it." She stamped her foot as she turned around the corner, but not before she heard him say,

"And mine's Yamato. Yamato Ishida, Mimi."

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How could she miss all of this? Never in her life did she imagine that history would be so… fascinating. She was so busy reading the history of the Neanderthals that she didn't even saw the rain finally settling down and dark clouds disappear from sight.

Maybe she didn't want to leave just yet…

One after the other, Mimi grunted with a disgusting face along with a statement on how they were clothed in that time. Although she knew perfectly they didn't had the opportunity to bring up flashy colors and enough material to make one decent dress. She sighed with delight and went to the next room. Ah, ancient Rome.

Nevertheless, if she had the opportunity to go back in time, she certainly wouldn't pick up this one. She knew that most of them died in the arena. It didn't matter if you were a woman or a man; you always ended up in there anyways.

But there is a time in the past she'd want to go. Ancient Egypt – the time where Pharaohs ruled. She decided to visit Egypt a few days ago, but her company was against it and told her to stay in case if they needed her. But she did go a long time ago.

She grimaced at the thought. Her company was hopeless if she wasn't around to guide them. But what could you expect. She was after all the owner for designing clothes bringing up the latest fashion, and everyone needed her opinion before publicizing.

When she was ready to go inside the next room, filled with objects from Egypt, she stopped dead in her tracks after she passed a door that was slightly open. A bright light blinked intermittently inside, gaining her full attention. Mimi turned to the door only to find it was prohibited for visitors.

'Screw the rules', she cursed. Her curiosity took the best of her and she opened the door only to find an endless dark pathway leading below. She gathered all her courage and with her left hand on the side of the wall, she slowly walked downstairs, making sure she won't trip. She was glad the light that caught her attention didn't fade down. Otherwise she would certainly fall and tumble down and then what?

Yes, finally. Solid ground again. Searching for a switch, she cleared the room of total darkness and what she saw was amazing. The room she was in was like the others above, but this one was filled with three magnificent stone structures placed on each side of the wall. They were all protected behind hard, thick glass. As she approached, Mimi found out they were enormous tablets engraved in the Ancient language: Hieroglyphs.

Oh, how she wished that she could decipher them and understand the history of the tablets. Gazing her eyes from the first to the second and then the last, it made clear that these three were connected to each other.

Going to the first one, there was a composition of a girl falling from the sky in the left, which she totally found strange, while on the right side, a guy with his hand right up. She assumed it would be the pharaoh after seeing how many people was behind him.

The next tablet was really strange. The girl from the first tablet was now in the pharaoh's arms while servants threw something in the air. The girl had a totally different dress compared to the first one. Weird…

But the last one was somehow painful. The pharaoh was on his knees while his arms were extended above. Mimi trailed to see what was up. Her eyes widened. The girl was sitting on a cloud with a hand up that looked like she was waving goodbye…

What was the meaning of this? She didn't know how or why, but when she saw the last tablet, her heart throbbed. She tried to look at the girl, so sad to leave the Pharaoh behind. As she looked closer, she almost got the impression that the girl awfully looked like -

Stepping backwards, shocked to utter a single word, she groaned in pain when something sharp hit her side. Turning around to curse the thing that hit her, her eyes looked in awe. A small stand enclosed in blue silk was standing there in the middle of the room. Mimi remembered she didn't saw anything like this before she came in, but she didn't care. What she did care was the object resting on top.

A bracelet.

Mimi blinked. Where was the glass to protect the object from stealing?

'Maybe they forgot', she thought.

She examined the bracelet closely and found out there was something engraved on it. Great. Hieroglyphs. But what did she expect?

She knew she shouldn't do this, but once again her curiosity was just too big and before she knew, the bracelet was around her wrist.

It was amazing. Made out of pure gold, and yet it felt light around her. But what she didn't expect to find out was once she had it on; she could read the ancient inscriptions. Her eyes widened when she translated the word on her bracelet.

'Sincerity'

And all of a sudden she felt light-headed, her eyes narrowing, forcing her to sleep. With a thud she collapsed, her head spinning, eyes firmly shut, bringing her deeper into darkness…

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To Be Continued

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A/N:I made some changes in here, corrected some spelling mistakes (yet don't blame me if there are some left. I'm not THAT good.) I thank you all for those who reviewed this chapter. If any of you have ideas for this fic, don't hesitate to say it and I'll try to see what I can do. ()

- aoi senshi