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A/N: Please refrain from flaming the writer personally; we're only writing fanfiction. If you're not a fan of the characters being shipped, simply don't read it because everybody is entitled to their own preferences without deserving to be disrespected.

Hey guys! So I didn't know about Mimato Week until I posted Fukushuu (my Mimato/Michi version of Revenge) and browsed some Mimato fanfic to read. Although I am glad I didn't miss it completely, I'm so horribly behind! I have never done one-shots before but I'm going to see if I can crank out 6 by tomorrow's end. Wish me luck and hope you enjoy the read :)

Day 2: Firsts will be based on one of my favorite songs, Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon.

Shut Up and Dance

He shifted uncomfortably atop a bar stool as he surveyed the mass of sweaty, tangled bodies, swaying and twirling to the loud beat in the dance floor before him. He took a healthy swig of his beer in order to drown his current discomfort and the sorrow that threatened to tear at him.

This was not the place he had in mind. He was more of a quiet tavern or underground house of music kind of guy. They had drinks there too and less… frisky people. He silently cursed Taichi for dragging him out here and leaving him to join in the touchy sweat party. He wasn't even sure if Taichi was still there, he certainly couldn't see him from where he sat.

He sighed at his predicament. One of his closest friends had unexpectedly wanted to meet with him after class at his dorm and he agreed, not knowing the context.

That afternoon came and she arrived at last, ginger hair disheveled from the rebellious wind. She had looked nice; he almost didn't notice the decorative box she held in her hands. She said she wanted to talk and the urgency in her eyes worried him. She didn't wait until they could sit or settle in, she just blurted out what she had been dying to say.

"Yamato," she held out the box to him, "I like you."

He raised his brow, unsure of what to say.

"We've been friends a long time and I'm the closest female you've ever let in. We're almost done with college and I'm… done waiting. I want you to know that I like you and I want to be your girlfriend."

He hadn't noticed his jaw drop until he noticed her furrow her brows in frustration. "Yamato, please say something."

"S-Sora, I… I don't know what to say. I mean you're right, you and Taichi are the only people I ever opened up to but, Taichi's in love with you."

Sora staggered back, a flush creeping to her tanned cheeks. "T-Taichi? Wait, that has nothing to do with what I told you just now but, did you say Taichi's in love with me?" She gaped at him now. Did she not realize he had just subtly rejected her?

Yamato cleared his throat. "Yeah, he's been in love with you for years. Don't tell me you never noticed…"

She averted her gaze. "Well he never said anything. There was a time I might have presumed that was the case but he never asked me out or…" She lifted her russet brown eyes to meet his cool blue ones. "You just changed the subject. Are you trying to say—"

"I'm sorry, Sora. You're one of my best friends and I love you but, I just don't feel that way. And besides, there's Taichi and he's my best friend too…" Suddenly, Taichi's plant by the window sill had the most interesting look about it. He focused his attention on it as he heard the stifled sniffling that came from his friend. He was not the best at this sort of stuff. Crying girls made him very uncomfortable.

"I just don't get it. You're either not interested in me in that way or you're just saying that for Taichi's sake."

He remained silent, examining the tendrils of his potted plant. He curled his fingers into a fist, open and close. How to fix this mess…?

"I want to know, Yamato. Please."

He shifted his gaze towards her and the sight tore at him. Proud, strong, kind, loving Sora who had been there for him through thick and thin trying to hide the tears as she quickly wiped them away. He sighed and went over to where she had ended up sitting, reaching out and giving her a hug. It was all he could do for hurting her. "I'm sorry, Sora…"

She nodded, realization finally hitting her. It was both. She gathered herself and bounded towards the door. He walked her to the door and she smiled up at him.

"Thank you for your honesty."

He reached his hand out to her. "Friends?"

"Of course, dummy." She shook it. "But, I will need some time away from you. This was incredibly embarrassing for me and I just… can't see you for a while. I hope you understand."

Yamato nodded, a sadness creeping into his bones. This could very well be the end of their friendship. "I understand." He did but it still pained him.

She turned away but before Yamato closed the door, she turned back and he paused, his shoulders tensing. "Please tell that idiot, Taichi, that if he never takes that leap of faith and tell me how he truly feels before we graduate, he will never get the chance."

Yamato relaxed. "Yeah, will do."

Yamato sighed deeply then chugged the rest of his beer. He'd known Sora a long time and he had been open with her about his feelings at times but, he just wasn't an intimate guy. After going through his parents' divorce and being separated from his younger brother, he had learned to close those doors. Every time he accidentally stumbled upon his dad crying or hung his head when he couldn't afford to fly Takeru home for the summer, those doors locked shut and he learned to build up walls and encased them in ice. All around his heart.

Yamato was incapable of feeling past a certain point. He was certain he couldn't love, that's why he had never dated or been with anybody. His heart had never jumped at the sight of a pretty girl, he was so very abnormal and... disinterested.

Until now.

A giggle and a mess of brown hair sent him from his thoughts and back to the present.

"Yamato!"

He turned in his barstool to meet with the impish grin that belonged to Taichi but it wasn't his friend that captured his gaze but the beauty beside him. She was slender yet curved in all the right places; her hair fell in silken waves of rose gold—honey brown tinged with pink; her eyes, a vibrant hazel that held multiple tiers of light brown and gold; and her curved pouty lips, pink and glossy. She donned a black backless dress with a pair of not worn but not new pink high-tops.

He watched hypnotically as her hips swayed to the music and she sauntered towards him.

"Hey buddy! Sorry I disappeared on you. I was struggling to keep up with this one." Taichi pointed a thumb toward Mimi who tilted her head and smiled at him.

He swallowed then realization struck. He knew this girl. "Mimi?"

She threw her arms around him, her lithe body between his legs as he tried not to fall off his seat. A line of heat went through his body at the contact, her body crushing into his in a tight embrace. She was speaking but he couldn't hear her as he buried his face in her hair and took in her sweet scent. This was Mimi he was holding and he was absolutely lost in her. Ice began to melt.

What seemed like an eternity was only a moment as Mimi broke off in a giggle at something Taichi said. Yamato sagged in his seat as her warmth left him and he realized Taichi had made fun of him. He scowled.

"Aw, come on, Yamato. You've been moping since this afternoon. I took you here to cheer you up, so cheer up!" Taichi clapped him on the back. Before Yamato could knock him off, he peered into his phone's screen, eyes wide. Taichi excused himself to take the call.

Mimi hopped on the bar stool next to Yamato with not a care in the world, not even noticing as the short skirt of her dress shifted up. He pried his eyes away as a flush crept up his cheeks.

"Yamato-kun," she whined, a tease playing in her eyes. "did you miss me?"

He glanced sidelong at her, trying to will his face to neutrality. "Not at all." She swatted him and he grinned. "When did you get back? I haven't seen in you in what…" he looked up to think.

"Five years." She looked wistfully away and ordered two drinks. "I got back just tonight actually. I felt restless so I decided to come out and wreck myself. I saw Taichi on the dance floor making a fool of himself so I decided to surprise him." She laughed but it didn't reach her eyes. "It was funny when he didn't recognize me right away and thought I was hitting on him!"

Yamato snickered at the thought but didn't tear his gaze away from the dull glow in her eyes. "Why are you back? Did something happen with your folks in New York?"

Instead of answering him, she accepted her drinks and handed him one. It was the beer he had been drinking. How had she known?

"Taichi said you're brooding over girl problems. I didn't know you had a girlfriend." She prodded and he noticed the corner of her lips tug into a teasing smile.

"I don't. Taichi's an idiot." He tensed in his seat, suddenly all too aware of her eyes boring onto him. He cleared his throat. "You didn't answer my question."

"I didn't feel like it." She turned away and chugged down her beer. He gaped at her incredulously. Since when could she…

"You're holding back." He blurted out and she stopped three quarters through her pint.

"Oh? Am I?" She raised a brow and that playful smile was back. "I didn't realize that. Bartender!" Yamato furrowed his brows in confusion. He watched the bartender lean in to her. "Two shots, please! One vodka, one whiskey."

"Mimi, what are you—"

She put a finger up to his lips and leaned in close. He could feel her hot breath against his lips. "You said I was holding back so now, I'm cutting loose. I'm in your hands now, handsome. Please take good care of me!"

He blinked back in surprise but that didn't stop the wild explosion of drums in his chest. Damn this girl. Since when did she get so… irresistible?

She shoved a shot of whiskey in his hand as she clinked their shot glasses together in a toast. "Bottoms up!" She shot her vodka and chased it with the remainder of her beer.

He protested taking the whiskey shot in his hand at first but finally conceded. She leaned in close to him and though their bodies didn't touch, her hands somehow wound up in his hair. There was a haze of mirth in her eyes. Was she toying with him?

"It's shorter than I remember." She bit her lip as her gaze flicked about every inch of him. He felt awfully hot in his black jacket. He watched her as she took in every bit of his image in her memory. She looked so damn beautiful, it took every ounce of his willpower not to kiss her. He hadn't realized it but the ice had melted.

They were so locked in that moment that they didn't realize when Taichi had returned. He sped up to Mimi's other side and bumped into another patron, accidentally knocking her off her stool. The few inches of distance that separated them disappeared as Mimi's lips brushed onto his. Although Yamato made to catch her, he felt his heart stopped for that moment. They had kissed. Yes, it was an accident... a very brief and fortunate accident. But it was also his first kiss. And it was with Mimi who may or may not be too drunk to realize what had just happened. He groaned but he held her still.

The beat picked up and so did the dance floor. Mimi's eyes lit up and she twisted from his grasp. "I love this song! Let's go!" She pulled at him but he wouldn't budge.

Ishida Yamato was a cool guy. He did not dance. He shook his head at her. "I don't dance. But Taichi's here so—"

"Shut up and dance with me." When he hesitated, he swore he saw a flash of hunger in her eyes. Instead of continuing to pull him, she pulled herself towards him and ground her bottom against him.

He stiffened at her movements and felt his lower region stirring. A line of fire from his crotch to his face and ears shot up immediately and he stumbled on his words. "M-Mimi, w-what are you—!"

She smiled darkly at him and planted a kiss on his jaw. "I said shut up and dance with me." And before his body reacted embarrassingly to her movements, he slid off his stool and followed her to the dance floor.

She grinned broadly at Taichi who gave her a thumbs up. Yamato looked back at Taichi to plead for his help but Taichi winked and turned away, ordering a drink. He cursed Taichi for taking him here. But it wasn't all bad he guessed, she was here.

"Oh don't you dare look back." She pulled him further and turned him to face her. "Just keep your eyes on me." She held his hands fast and danced around him, against him, and soon after, with him. "Block everyone else out and pretend it's just you and me. Feel the music with your body, feel the bass against your blood. And dance!"

He did exactly as she said and his body started moving on its own. He must be drunk if his body was reacting to this upbeat music. The walls crumbled, one by one.

As they danced the night away, arm in arm, hand in hand, spinning, twirling, stumbling on the floor, and laughing, something clicked inside him. His stomach fluttered with a million butterflies and his heart thumped chaotically against his ribcage. He was either horribly out of shape and getting ill or he was… feeling.

He watched her the whole time, her words echoing in his head. Just keep your eyes on me. Her cheeks were a bright pink as she smiled brightly, all inhibitions gone. He watched her hair bounce around her—he saw more than her hair bounce around but he tried not to think about it. He just enjoyed her company, so happy, so alive, so pure. He had to admit he had never felt this alive since his first concert with the Teen-Age Wolves.

After however many songs, Mimi stopped dancing and started dragging him towards the exit. He followed suit and noticed Taichi missing from the bar. He checked his phone to see a text from him letting him know that he bounced. Traitor.

As they reached outside, Mimi panted. The air was cool and goosebumps appeared on her exposed skin. "Ah, it was so hot in there!"

Yamato looked at her. Even when sweating, she was so effortlessly breathtaking. He didn't know when he began to see her this way and he didn't know how it happened but his chest ached and he longed for her to be closer. As if hearing him, she took his arm and closed the distance between them.

"So…" she started and he raised his brow. "we never got to do it properly."

"What are you talking about?"

A coy smile appeared on her rosy lips. "Your first kiss."

"W-What?!" Yamato felt his face and ears burn with embarrassment.

"It's okay, Yamato-kun. I find it to be endearing." She said softly, her eyes reflecting sincerity.

He stammered, averting his gaze. Despite the cool air, he felt uncomfortably hot. Mimi giggled. "Oh, Yamato, please don't scowl!"

He wanted to disappear. He was so embarrassed! What the hell, was she toying with him? He was so caught up in himself that he didn't hear her completely, "—again?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

Mimi smiled at him. "I said," she grabbed his jacket in her hands and pulled him close, "do you want to try that again?"

He stared at her. "Y-You mean…"

She nodded. He didn't know when his hands had moved but one lay against the small of her back, warmth spreading to his fingers at the feel of her bare skin and the other, grasped the back of her neck. She tiptoed to reach him as he leaned down and brought his lips down to meet her parted ones. Her lips were soft and they moved tenderly against his. He felt no awkwardness despite being his first time. He deepened the kiss, crushing himself to her and she responded with the same hunger and need neither of them knew they had, least of all for each other. Another click in his heart.

After a few moments, they broke off, panting. Bright hazel eyes met his clear azure ones, and a silent communication ensued between the two. Mimi smiled sweetly at him, her cheeks flushing even more as she averted her gaze. Her lips were red and swollen. Another lock fell away.

Next thing he knew, they were in a cab heading back to his dorm. Taichi wasn't home but he didn't care to find out where he was. They continued their kissing all the way into the wee hours of the night, but careful not to go any further. They had both been drinking and the last thing he wanted was for her to wake up regretting the whole thing. That would absolutely crush him. He didn't know how long it had been but she finally fell into a slumber, her head upon the space between his shoulder and chest, an arm sprawled across his chest, a smile on her lips. He stared at her angelic face, so radiant, so peaceful.

He planted a kiss on her head and held her close. It was at that moment that he realized what had happened. She had melted the ice, broke down the walls, and opened all the doors in his heart.

This woman was his destiny.

(A/N: And that was it, my first one-shot! Hope you guys liked my Mimato Week Day 2 tribute, Yamato's first kiss! This is also my first time writing only from Yamato's POV so please review and tell me what you think!)