Disclaimer: Sorry I don't own anything respect to the entire idealist!
Summary: Sora denies Mimi's claims…
Warning: het, shojo-ai
A/N: I was depressed so lets make every one.
I Dance, Once
Dance I dance
Sing I sing
Cry I cry
Sora looked deep in to Mimi's eyes, as she was being lead by Matt on the dance floor. Her whole world was beginning to unravel. Sora forced her self to break the contact. She buried her head deep into Matt shoulder. Deep down she knew why Mimi was breaking apart on the inside. The truth was in Mimi's eyes. Matt twirled her around she glance up and saw Mimi figure slowly exit the stage.
The bright light shined down blinding Sora as she walked in to the living room. She blinked a few times letting her focus on the room. As soon as she could see her eyes went right to the couch hopeing, praying that the body that has been occupying over the past week, was there.
Empty. Empty was the couch. Empty was the room. Empty was her heart. Nothing was there. No sign of the couch dweller. That meant she never came back. Not back to home.
Home? This was only temporary, a few weeks until the other could get back on her feet. A friendly invention: an understanding of the situation. It started that way.
Ring. Ring.
She glanced towards the phone. She reached to pick it up-"this is Sora! I'm not here please leave a message. AWH MAN!" the bad sounding recording echoing.
"Hey Sora it's me… I'm sorry I didn't come back home last night. It was…I…(sigh) I'll talk to you later."
Beep. Beep.
The day went slow and it seemed everywhere she went there was a blinding light. Annoying light. Like she had a hang over. In fact it seemed like it was lasting all day. Her eyes burned in the purity of it. She knew she wasn't pure. Wasn't good enough. She can't go on this way. Living an unhealthy life style. Who knows how long she and Matt would really last. It was doubt that she will make it very far.
The life was drained out of her. She lay on the couch nursing a bottle of Beer. The background seemed to be breathing with the tick of the wall clock. Time had no meaning. None at all.
A small hollow click was herd. The room shook Sora glanced over, her heart pounded hard, her lungs stopped working. The squeak of the door opening pushed waves of sound threw out the rooms. Walking with a hung head Mimi placed her keys on the key hook the looked toward Sora.
"I want…"
"Come on let's dance!" Mimi pulled Sora into the living room, which with in the matter of seconds became the dance floor. The surreal music coming from Sora's small radio echo in the house. "I know you can dance…" Mimi whispered pulling Sora closer. "Nobody has to know you danced..."
"This is not how we all are supposed to be. We're the chosen to live by our crests. I must live by mine. Sincerity, purity…yours is love. It seems in all stories fables; myths and movies that who ever is in trusted with love will never find it. I believe its because there afraid of what a life would be with a fruitless love." Mimi steeped in front of Sora. She reached down and took the bottle away with no resistance.
"Whom do you love Sora? I want… No I need to know." Mimi leaned down closer to Sora, placing the bottle on the table then placing her hands on the top of the couch holding her self. "Be sincere with me." She looked hard in to Sora. Sora's body shook.
"I love…I'm in love-" she licked her lips; "Matt…" she breathed deeply then closed her eyes. Waiting for Mimi to call her out on it. To yell, to hit her, something. The room was still, nothing moved.
"Sora, do you know who I love." A statement. "I got my mom to wire me some money I'll be leaving tonight. I'm moving back to the States. I made the arrangements but all I have to do is pay for the plane ticket." Mimi got up and walked back to the door. "I'll be grabbing my belongs and be on my way."
Mimi was pour longing this subject she wanted Sora to stop her, tell her the truth. She wanted her to. Just hoping. The music seemed to slowly waft into the room from the window.
"Mimi you are one in a million" Sora smiled down at her. They danced. Twirling around smiling a laughing. "Who knew you could actually dance?"
"Oh be quiet." Mimi pulled Sora even closer. "Now I thought everyone knows Sora the 'great' doesn't dance"
"It depends on who offers the dance"
"Mimi…" Sora whispered. "Mimi" she coughed her voice scratchy. Like it was her first time speaking the language. She pushed off the couch and saw Mimi packing her clothes. Her back was turned but Sora knew she heard her. "Me" Sora stated.
Mimi looks back. Her eyes were about to cry. A sniff. "Sora please this has to be all or nothing…" She continued to pack her clothes. "We both know you can't do that."
Sora looked down. "Then why the hell did you bring it up!" She gritted her teeth. "If you knew I can't commit to you, you should have just said something else. Like 'Hey Sora I'm going to live with my mom to look for a job…'or something." Sora harshly stated.
"I guess then I can dance with you anytime" Mimi whispered into her ear.
"Until the end of time…" Sora kissed her softly.
"Answer me!" Sora demanded. Pulling Mimi to her. "Just go" And Mimi did just that.
Dance I dance
Sing I sing
Cry I cry
A/N: Maybe continued maybe not…