Everything I've Wanted
Yamato rolled over onto his side in his white bed sheets. He slowly opened his crystal blue eyes as the smell of pancakes woke him from his sleep. He rose from the bed and walked down the marble staircase and into the kitchen. His fiancée, and the famous super model, Haruka Sasagawa, was cooking breakfast. Her long, ebony hair was tied up in a pony tail, and even though she had no make up on, she was still prettier than most girls. She turned around to face him; her green eyes meeting his blue.
"Good morning!" She said in her cheery voice. "I have to go to a photo shoot this morning, so I thought that I would cook you breakfast before you woke up."
"Thanks," Yamato said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It smells really good."
"Really?" Haruka said, her eyes shining. "I've hardly ever cooked anything before so I'm kinda worried about how it will taste." She set the pancake on a plate, and placed it on the table. Yamato grabbed a fork and took a bite.
"It's really good!" He said, smiling at her. "See, you are a good cook!"
She laughed. "Thanks, but I think the world thinks I'm a better model, which reminds me! I have to leave right now!" she ran around the house, collecting her belongings and headed for the door.
"Bye, honey." Yamato said, as he finished up his breakfast. "When will you be home?"
"Oh, well, after the photo shoot they want an interview, so maybe late afternoon?" Haruka said, putting on her shoes. "Bye!!"
Yamato leaned back in his chair as he heard the garage door open, then close. He washed his dishes, put them away, and headed back upstairs. The large house he shared with Haruka was quiet now, as it usually is when she isn't home. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. He picked up a framed picture he keeps in his dresser, and stared at it.
The faces of his eight best friends smiled back at him. But one face stood out to him the most. A girl with brown hair, wearing a sparkling pink top and a mini skirt was giving the biggest smile of all. It had been two years since he had seen this girl; two years since she ran away, and didn't leave a trace.
He didn't get to see his friends as much any more since his band became so popular. He was on tour a lot, or practicing, or doing publicity work, and he missed them a lot.
Yamato sighed, and put the picture back in his dresser. He found another one, underneath it, of him and Mimi back when they were sixteen. He looked slightly unhappy in the picture, but you could still tell he was happy on the inside. It was Halloween and Mimi had made them dress up as a cowgirl and an Indian, and he wasn't very happy with having paint all over his face, but he would have done anything for Mimi.
He placed that picture back in the drawer and headed for the bathroom. His got into the shower and picked up the almost empty shampoo bottle. He would have to go to the store to buy another one today. He closed his eyes as the aroma of the shampoo filled the shower. He loved having days off were he could just take things slow.
After he was done with his shower, he got dressed and hopped into his new BMW, and drove to the local drug store. After many months of watching Haruka spend so much money on shampoo, he decided to stop himself, and just buy the moderately priced shampoos, even though it killed him a little on the inside.
The drug store was cold, as usual, and Yamato regretted not bringing a sweater. He walked down the isles until he got to the hair care items, and paused in front of the shelves. His concentration was broken when he heard a faint cough from somewhere.
A young girl, with shoulder length, choppy, brown hair was standing behind him, looking at the items on the other side of the isle. She was wearing short denim shorts, a baggy white tee shirt, and had on brown sandals. But what struck Yamato the most was that the young girl was holding a baby. The baby gave another tiny cough and dropped the toy she was holding. Yamato picked it up, ignoring how it was slightly wet, and tapped the girl on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss, but you're baby dropped her toy." Yamato said. The girl turned around, she opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. She locked eyes with Yamato, and he stared back just as intensely.
It was an extremely awkward silence, and it felt like a million years had gone by before Yamato opened his mouth to say something. "Mimi-?"
"Shit!" the girl said, and she turned to leave, but before she could, Yamato grabbed her by the forearm. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her took look at him.
"Mimi…" Yamato said, still staring into her brown eyes. "Y-you're back."
Mimi tried to struggle and get away, but Yamato's was much stronger than her. "Just let me go!"
"No!" Yamato said. His eyes shifted to the child in Mimi's arm, and for the first time he noticed that they baby had blonde hair. "Mimi…"
"What?" She snapped back, still trying to pull away. "Just let me go, Yamato!"
"Is-is that your baby?"
Mimi stopped her struggling, and her gaze fell to the floor. "Y-yes."
Yamato gulped. "And who's the father?"
"Just let me go!" Mimi yelled, and a few people started to look at them.
"Who's the father?" Yamato repeated. Mimi took in a breath of air, and Yamato noticed that there were tears forming in her eyes.
"Y-you, you idiot." Mimi said, and she yanked her arm away from Yamato and looked him in the eyes. "You're the father."
"I think we need to talk…" Yamato said in a low voice. Mimi silently nodded her head and followed Yamato out of the drug store. The shampoo was long forgotten.
Well, that's the end of chapter one. Sorry if it's a little too cheesy towards the end. Haha Reviews are appreciated! Thanks! Oh, and the title of the story is supposed to be a little sarcastic. :D
