Chapter 2

She was enraged, furious, at the thought of that scumbag Aonuma dared betrayed her most treasured friend, her poor poor Mimi. She had warned her not to trust the guy so much, but Mimi, as naive as ever, just wouldn't listen. Sora had even gone as far as threatening that deceitful man, warning him if he dared hurt Mimi in any way, she would personally hunt him down, torture him then cut him to pieces before burning his house to the ground. Yet apparently, it seemed like her threat were mere noises of an empty sight, in which case he had gone and did it anyway in a way that must have torn Mimi so painfully from the inside over his cheap betrayal. Betrayal was something Sora had grown accustomed to.

She hated man, deep to the core. They were selfish useless creatures that only knew how to manipulate women's heart.

Her father was the first example.

Subsequent to every single break up she had been through, she would rebuild what she thought was left of her strong dam of self respect and confidence. Nonetheless, she was still a softhearted, compassionate woman within her tough exterior. Time and time again, she would foolishly gave her heart out to yet another deceiving monster; who would -at some point- demolished her dam, brick by brick. Her resolve was always strong at the beginning, but once another man came to her with all his romantic and loving persona, her compassionate heart will submit to them and she fall yet again into another trap.

Although she hated them, envied them, surprisingly even admired some. She had always wanted to be a man and that way, she could be anything and do anything she wanted. She would be selfish enough to disobey her mother and play soccer as much as she wanted to, but her mother wouldn't even complain in the first place, since if Sora was a boy, she was a boy to begin with. There's nothing wrong with guys playing soccer. She would also fall in love with Mimi, her own best friend, and would protect her from man like Aonuma and she wouldn't have to go through blind dates and heartbreak. Man are heartless human being right? They would not break even if their woman cheated on them.

Being a girl was one of the things she had hated herself for and she was not afraid to admit it.

Increasing the speed of her convertible, without a second to waste, she drove through the hotel's post by the front gate, ignoring the histerical cry coming from an alarmed security guard on duty at the time.

She was busy thinking of ways to literally murder Mimi's cheater boyfriend on the scene, when all of the sudden, a black Jeep unexpectedly receding from it's parking spot and Sora was suddenly awaken from her blinding rage and with all her willpower she pressed her high heel wearing feet on the brake.

It was too late.

Moments of her messed up life flashed through her mind like a set of a movie trailer. There was her mother and Mimi's face, smiling brilliantly at her. Scene from when she graduated from university, it was 'one of the happiest day' of her life for as long as she breathed-

Breathing.

I am still breathing...

Not before taking a long and deep terrified breath, for the second time that day, she withdrew her head up from the same steering wheel she had vented her frustration on a while ago. A rush of relief washed over her worries of being dead and dying. Her breathing was loud and heavy, surging her quavering hands to her sweaty face and around her head then down her body, checking if she was injured anywhere and to her consolation, she couldn't feel any thick liquid trailing down from her skin, not a single scratch. It was weird enough that she felt scared of leaving her messed up life.

But hey, what happened to the airbag? Sora sighed exhasperatedly as she made a mental note to get her car repair and examine by tomorrow.

Well, at least her life was secured, but the front of her precious red Ferrari wan't so lucky and the left side of the tall and old modeled Jeep she collided to suffered the same fate.

How unlucky can I get today? she thought to herself and cursed out loud, tears swelling in her eyes as she slammed her fist on the wheel, unleashing the fury she had been trying to surpressed after an entire day of misfortune and she shaken up due to the realization that she had almost lost her life.

In the midst of her mental break down, a loud knock on the window brought her back to reality.

Assuming the driver of this red Ferrari was a male, the person outside asked aloud, "You alright sir?"

Sora briskly wiped away the tears from her face, leaving no single wet trails but a couple of red eyes. She took one final look of herself in the mirror before she opened the door and stepped out, her feet were still trembling and her high heels were not helping, the ground she stepped on was shaky. She couldn't bring herself to look up at the person's face, who she assumed must be the owner of the Jeep.

"I apologize." she bowed down her head, her eyes caught the sight of the person's pair of dark leather shoes, probably a dark brown shoes, maybe black, it was dark out after all so she wasn't sure, "I will pay the cost of the damage."

There was a short paused on his part before he answered, "Oh, that's fine." the voice indicated that the owner was definitely not an old man.

That's fine? Mister, are you serious? How should I respond to that? Sora didn't know how to react. First of, she felt very guilty. Second, her eyes were probably still red from her crying earlier in the car, it would be embarrassing if the stranger caught on to it. Third, she doesn't understand how to respond to his calm reaction. How could this man be so collected, jwhen his car was just damaged by a crazy woman who drove too fast in a hotel parking complex.

She cursed herself for acting on impulse. Actually, she should have blamed the source of her rage on Kiriha, but- since it was her who couldn't control it, she was still the one she felt was severely responsible.

Snapped out of her train of thoughts, realization dawned upon her that the man before her was staring at her so intently. She could feel his gaze, like they were undressing her right on her spot. It annoyed her yet she couldn't help but feeling flattered. She was not as attractive as Mimi, whose looks could overthrow even Goddesses, so a little self flattery do no harm.

Still, it was rude, scrutinizing people like that.

Man are all the same.

"Pervert."

"What was that?" the man asked, oblivious and fortunately couldn't catch the accidental muttered word and Sora mentally slapped herself for it.

"Oh, it was nothing." Sora replied nervously and unconsciously raised her head and gave the pervert an anxious smile.

Her breath was taken away, the moment she opened her eyes and finally got to take a good look of the man before her. There he stood, with his famous messy yet sexy brown hair that matches his eyes. His beautiful tan skin and oh, his attractive face with strong jaws, high nose that complimented his sexy lips. This man was one of the few man she admired. He was her favorite player from the Tokyo soccer team that won national league four years straight, and with him as their lead player, they made it to Japan's World Cup soccer team! He was one of the greatest soccer star in the world, his courage on the field never cease to amaze Sora. She always caught him on television, commercial poster for a drinking water and sports magazine, and now here he was standing before her in all his glory.

Was this really an unlucky day? or actually a lucky day in disguise?

But that means...

She damaged the car of the person she idolized and then she assumed he was checking her out, then she called him a- Never mind that! Now all she wanted to do was to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment!

Today is truly an unlucky day. she told herself.

"Are you okay?" he asked smiling so handsomely that Sora could feel herself melting.

This man was one of her many weakness, but there was no reason to not idolize such an amazing being that was Japan's number one soccer star right? Soccer was truly her passion that not even her hate for man could surpass.

Sora was desperately trying to think of something cool to say, but ended up trying so hard catching her own voice. "Y-you-" she managed, coming off nervous and then she gulped before continuing, "You are Y-Yagami Taichi?"

Okay, that was one stupid question.

"Yes I am." he answered with his heart-melting lop sided grin. "I am Yagami Taichi."

Of course he is, baka!

Maybe I should- "Can I-" Sora started off again in a trembling voice, then cleared her throat to recover. "Can I have your autograph?"

"Of course." there was an apparent look of amusement on his face, it was as if he did not expect her to ask him that."Now where do you want me sign?"

Alright. Sora could feel the surge of excitement and the overwhelming rush of happiness for the first time in years. She was certain she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She went to the back of her car, get her biggest drawing pad and a pen; which she took out from her oversize yellow knitted handbag, shyly handing them over to her idol. "A big one." she uttered shamelessly as she looked up to find his warm gaze, "Please." she added coyly.

"Alright. I'll give you the biggest autograph I ever signed." he chuckled as he answered cheerfully, gathering the pad and pen from her, then quickly scribbled down what meant to be his signature. "So, what's your name?" he asked, looking up from the pad to Sora, who was caught by surprise examining his handsome features.

"T-Takenouchi Sora." she replied and offered her hand. "Y-You can just call me Sora. Everyone does."

Oh no... That last part should not have came out of her mouth, so why? why the hell did she had to add that last part?! It's not like she was going to be seeing him again! Curse her friendly habit.

Yagami Taichi's expression of genuine smile was replaced with one filled with complete surprise. The pad and the pen on his hands slowly fell to the ground.

So the 'call me Sora' part really freaked him out? Sora who witnessed his reaction thought to herself, mentally cursing herself for ruining her own night.

"Look, I'm-"

"You are Takenouchi Sora?" his expression soon changed again to that of a child who was given an ice cream. "The same Takenouchi Sora who used to dress like a boy and played soccer with us? I thought you looked familiar!" he asked, resting his hands on Sora's shoulder."I can't believe it's you! You've changed alot!" he went on, his eyes scanning her from the top of her head, all the way through her indigo silky sleeveless blouse, her black high-waist pencil skirt then down to her favorite black five-inch stiletto heels.

Sora blinked once, then twice, before she mouthed. "Huh?"

It was true that she did used to dressed like a boy all the time (still did actually, but mostly outside work.) and played with a group of soccer crazed boys. But Yagami Taichi used to be playing with her then? She couldn't remember. To be honest with herself, she couldn't remember a single faces from that time. It was more than twenty years ago and she was probably around five or six then.

Those fun, energetic boys she knew who would thought her soccer every weekend, she honestly could not recollect their faces and that sadden her.

"Aw man, how could you not remember me?" he asked, his tone was sarcastic and Sora wasn't sure if he feigned that hurt look on his face or if it was a real deal. Now that he pointed that out, Sora thought there was actually something very familiar about him, not in the famous kind of way, it was the way he spoke, that warm aura radiating around him. "You used to call me Tai. I taught you soccer more than the others did! I used to wear goggles." he pointed a finger to his head. "I was the leader, remember?"

Oh...

"You cried to me when Haruto yelled at you for being a girl." he pointed out and chuckled.

Yes.

She started to smile as she recalled her old forgotten memories.

The little boy holding her hands, telling her not to cry, then went on and said she had pretty eyes. How could she had forgotten such beautiful memories. Although the thought of the same Taichi, who was standing before her as her idol, told her she had pretty eyes made her blush. She couldn't help but giggled at her reminisces "I- I do remember, now that you've remind me of that." Sora said as she then started to laughed glee-fully, "I should have realized soon! That hair of yours was still the same. Though they are less wild and... big than I remembered them to be."

"See, I knew you would remember." he laughed along with her, his eyes never left hers and he wondered why were her eyes still had that same effect they had on him when they were younger. Those pair of beautiful whiskey orbs that looked like they would suck him into their bottomless pit. "So, how have you been?"

"Oh, not so great." she answered with a soft sigh, "Long story. How about you?"

"I love long story. You know, you can tell me about it and I'll tell you mine over a drink at my favorite bar? I take it you had your dinner?" he quickly offered, taking his chance.

Sora almost said yes to his tempting offer, but soon reminded of what she was suppose to be doing with his and her car and... "Mimi!" she yelped as she slapped the palm of her hand on her forehead.

"Who?" Taichi raised a brow, obviously puzzled.

"My friend, Mimi! I came here for her, and then- Look, I would love do some catching up with you, but my friend needs me." Sora retorted in a rush, she went back to her car, grabbed her bag and her name card, handing it over to her long lost friend and her idol,"Again, I'm so sorry about your car. Just call me later about the repairs." with that said she ran off, leaving Taichi behind with his pad and pen on the ground and her car key was left inside and it's front bumper was somehow still hanging onto Taichi's side bumper.

"Guess I'll just wait for her then." he chuckled to himself. "Head of fashion designer huh? This is unexpected." he said, her grin never ceased as he slipped in her business card into one of his pocket. He wasn't even worried she would probably come back an hour or more later. He had a good feeling about tonight and he was just going to wait. He was getting desperate after all.

Who would have thought being rejected by his girlfriend could lead him into finding back his first love. Life's sure is like a roller coaster ride and he intended to forget his depressing break up with Catherine and put everything behind. It was no use dwelling on the past right? It was something his dad taught him. What was done is done and nothing was going to stop him from gaining Sora's favor tonight.

xxxx

One of Yamato's wishes were immediately granted by the Gods.

He was walking out of the restaurant when his eyes caught a sight of a modern Aphrodite. The young woman looked about his age, probably younger. Her long and silky mahogany hair cascading down to her waist. Long lashes were framing her doe like captivating eyes, though were brimming with tears that then started rolling down her pink cheeks. Her lips were so plump and soft looking, inviting him to be kissed. Although she was a head shorter than he was, her lean body were complimenting her angelic face. Her short strapless pink dress she wore made her look sexy and adorable at the same time.

Pretty face, tick.

Vulnerable, tick.

Additional perks; incredibly sexy, probably will be the best fuck he hadn't had in weeks.

Maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all.

But why was she crying? Her eyes weren't even blinking with the amount of tears that hadn't hold itself back. Yes, Yamato did took this as an opportunity, but still, he had to know the reason behind her tears, find a way to console her, get her drunk and she would then gladly took the bait. A hunter has to be smart. Do some research on their prey, find their weakness and use that to build a trap. It was his rule as a playboy, to be a gentleman before you bed the woman.

However, his mind was starting to play tricks with him, a bottle of wine can do that to someone. He felt charged, erotic, and the urge to skip the consoling part and jumped to lunging at her and do her right then and there was strating to get to him the longer he stood there watching her.

His face was hot, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he approached her.

He tried to catch her attention with his question and his to die for presence but to no avail he couldn't nudge her even for the slightest. He leaned his face down closer to hers, still resisting himself from kissing her divinely curved lips he repeated the same question for the second time.

Her eyes were unblinking for the first few seconds, then he saw her gasped, indicating her awareness of their closeness, her face instantly turned red, obviously an effect caused by his handsome features that were so an-alley close to hers.

Another flirty remark from him kindled the redness on her cheeks, and he took this as a sign that his prey was starting to fell for his trap.

In mere seconds however, he was proven wrong. She assured him that it was nothing, giving him a sad smile, before limply walking away.

No woman.

No woman has ever walked away from him.

No woman had ever just walked away from Ishida Yamato.

No woman, except for his mother.

Was she toying with him? Was she playing hard to get? And what was it about this woman? How in the hell did she made him feel this excited?

He tried calling out for her, but was cut short by one rude stranger, who by chance gave Yamato a new revelation on his prey. Mimi was her name.

Yamato observed them, Mimi, a blond man, and another dark haired woman. Each had their roles; Mimi was the girlfriend, the man; her cheating boyfriend and the other woman acting as the third wheel. Watching the event unfold, Yamato mentally thank the two-timing guy for foolishly abandoning his girlfriend, who he believed was a Goddess in disguise. How could someone in his right mind ditched such a beautiful woman for a regular looking chick?

Although Yamato pitied the girl- what was her name again? Mimi? Yes. Mimi. Although he pitied her, he took this as an even bigger opportunity for him to make his move. The moment her assailants strode away, she fell limply to the ground crying like a child who's candy got stolen by another.

He looked around him and saw some people from the restaurant starting to get suspicious of him; whispering and taking pictures and most likely thinking he was the reason this woman was crying. Not willing to let a bunch of stranger, especially his brother and Hikari's who was still in the restaurant to get a wrong idea about the situation, Yamato thoughtlessly picked the girl up from the ground and lead her to his limo, not even bothered to call the driver beforehand. On the way to the exit, he drawn many unwanted attention and overly loud whispered words of misunderstanding, all because of the crying this cry-baby girl in his arm was making. How could a grown woman cried this loud.

Yamato told himself to be patient and to look at the bright side. He would make this girl moan so loud later and he was going to enjoyed it. It would be worth it.

But where was his limo and more importantly where the hell was his driver? He was supposed to be waiting by the driver's post near the valet desk. Groaning to himself, he assumed that fool of a driver must be waiting for him inside the limo, snoring like an idiot. That driver was always slacking. Yamato made a mental note to fire him sooner, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. Gah, who cares! It's difficult to find a decent driver.

Thank God for that Japanese actor, Uehara Rui's recent arrival from England that the paparazzi weren't bothering him tonight.

He was searching around the parking lot before luckily caught the sight of his limo not too far away.

"Yamato? Oi, Yamato!" an awfully familiar voice called out for the rock star. A voice belonged to a man he so wanted to beat up senseless for proposing to his girlfriend. That damn Taichi just have to showed up now.

"What?!" Yamato barked back his response angrily from a far, turning his head to see the man who stood by a red Ferrari that crashed onto his Jeep. Serves him right!

"Where are you going? Who's the girl? You made another girl cry?" the brunette prodded him with inane questions that annoyed Yamato further.

The blond strode angrily towards Taichi,"Why didn't you tell me about Takeru and your sister huh? What about your own engagement? What the hell was that double wedding thing they were talking about?!" Yamato would have fly his fist to his so called best friend's face if he hadn't been carrying Mimi, who was still sobbing in his chest. "How could you do this to me?!"

"Wow, dude! I am sorry okay." Taichi defended himself, "I was- never mind, Catherine turned me down anyways. We broke up afterwards." his cheerful mask fell as he spoke.

A waterfall of relief washed over Yamato. He felt like a bad friend when he found himself thanking all the Gods and demons that Catherine rejected Taichi. Yamato cleared his throat and his happiness was very apparent to Taichi. "Oh, then I'm sorry." the blond lied. He wasn't sorry at all.

"Asshole." Taichi muttered half halfheartedly, clearly aware of Yamato's relief. "Anyways, who's this?" he said, motioned his head at the girl held to Yamato's chest.

Yamato smirked at Taichi and winked mischievously.

"Oh..." Taichi nodded his head, grinning cheek to cheek, holding a thumb up.

"I would love to hear about your heart break story, and how you could still be so casual about it.." Yamato gave his friend a knowing look, "...but this beauty needs me. I'll be heading to the club to get her a little drink." he finished as he marched away from Taichi to his car with his trophy of the day in his arms.

"Alright! Have fun." Taichi replied, before Yamato could get further out of earshot.

xxxx

Sora searched for any sign of Mimi or Aonuma, but she couldn't locate them anywhere at the lobby or the restaurant. She tried calling her best friend's cell, but she didn't pick up.

"Did you see a girl, about this height.." Sora gestured her hand up to under her nose, "Very pretty with long brown hair?"

One of the waitress of the restaurant nodded, "I did, she was here. She didn't come in to dine though, just stood by the front door against that pillar. "she motioned her hand to the said spot, " Then I think something happened to her, because she cried. Then she left not too long ago."

"Do you know where she headed to?" Sora urged.

"She left with that famous rock star. But I don't know where they're headed to."

"R-rock star?" Sora repeated, thinking she heard wrong. "What rock star?"

"Ishida Yamato, that handsome vocalist from the Wolves." The waitress answered breathlessly.

"What?! Are you sure?"

She could not believe what she was hearing. Mimi left with Ishida Yamato? The currently most popular rock star in Japan? How the hell did that happened? This waitress must be mistaken. Though Mimi was pretty enough to attract even rock stars, which was not a surprise. What confused her was, why would Mimi agree leaving with such person? Mimi was not a fan of that Ishida guy, she wasn't obsessed like his stupid fans were (one of them being her secretary). Well, except that Mimi herself did told Sora many times; whenever they saw him in a magazine or posters, Mimi would always said this to her 'Ishida Yamato is a perfect guy every woman in this world could ever ask for.'

Well perfect guy my ass. He was also an infamous playboy for Kami sake!

Although, Sora had to admit it was indeed true that he was extremely good looking, even Aonuma Kiriha pale in comparison with that almighty Ishida. But Taichi was more of her type, sporty and rugged.

"Yes ma'am." the waitress nodded, "He picked her up and carried her away. To be honest, I was kind of jealous of her."

"Carried her?" Sora could feel her jaw literally clanked to the ground.

What will that philanderer do to Mimi?!

"Like this." said the blonde waitress gesturing her hands the way she saw Ishida Yamato carried Mimi, "You should ask the receptionist if you wanted to know where they're headed for. I last saw them heading for the lobby."

"Ah, Thank you!" Sora immediately did as suggested and on to interrogate the receptionist at the lobby. Silently praying Mimi wouldn't be stupid enough to jump to bed with an infamous rock star.

xxxx

Not long after Yamato left with his woman, the auburn haired beauty he had been waiting for was finally spotted marching out of the hotel, her forehead was creasing with worry. Her head was searching around the parking ground for something, most likely someone.

When her eyes caught the sight of Taichi's figure, she was suddenly wide eyed, probably wondering why the hell he was still waiting for her.

He would have wallowed himself in grief at the bar if she hadn't rammed her sweet ride into his. For some reason, meeting her again gave him hope. He had always dreamed and wished for a day he would see her again, except for the times when he had his girlfriends to worry about.

Now that he saw her again, all emotions came rushing back. He had truly missed her all these years. Truth be told, he was a little hurt when he found out she couldn't remember him, though to his relief, she did recollected the old memories in the end.

He couldn't say he wasn't angry before he saw the beautiful being who caused the damaged to his precious ten year old jeep. The moment he saw her and heard her sweet voices of apologies spoken in a very well mannered way, everything was forgiven, especially after he found out that she was the same Takenouchi Sora he had first fallen in love with when he was just a child.

"Why are you still here?" Sora asked as she approached him, "Are you actually worried I wouldn't keep my promise?" she asked him rather sarcastically.

This was one of the reason why he liked her. She was all about to-the-point where it mattered. Why can't every girl be like her?

"Are you kidding?" he couldn't help but chuckled, "No. Actually, you forgot to lock your door and you left your sketch pad and pen on the ground near my shoes. Well, I am charging you for making me wait anyways."

"Yeah right." she muttered with a snort as she rolled her eyes, knowing Taichi was telling a joke, before her expression turned back to that which filled with concern and worriment,"Hey, I know this may sound weird, but- Did you see that blond rock star, Ishida Yamato carrying a crying girl through the parking lot?"

"Yamato? Yea, we talked for a bit."Taichi replied casually, then raised an eyebrow. "What about him?"

"Y-you, you actually talked to him?!"

"Yeah, he's my best friend, Why?"

"Can you tell me where he is?"

Oh man. If he told her about Yamato's whereabouts, the next day people will find his face on the front cover of the newspaper saying, Famous Rock Star Killed His Fellow Athlete Friend. On the other hand, if he didn't tell Sora where that pervert was heading to right now, she would probably decided to never see him again, or worse.

He gulped before he decided on the obvious.

Sorry, Yamato.

"T-to the club." he finally said, sounded almost too nervous.

"Which club?" Sora urged, suspiciously.

"Uh- a celebrity club. Only celebrity and their friends are allowed"

"Then can you take me there?"

"Excuse me?"

Did she just asked him if he would be so kind enough to bring her and himself to the battlefield? Yamato would surely kill him on the spot!

"Since you are a celebrity, you know we could go there together." she repeated in a more suggesting way. She stared at him wide eyed, begging for him to say yes. Not getting a satisfactory reaction from Taichi, she continued flirtatiously."Besides, you did asked me to go for a drink with you."

Taichi was suddenly tempted and his mind quickly averted back and forth from Yamato's enraged face -fleeting in his mind- to Sora's irresistible look. Her burgundy eyes were candid. Please do me this one, was the message- I'd do whatever you want me to, was the subtext.

Another "Please?" from Sora, Taichi sighed in defeat and said "Fine, I'll take you there."

"Thank you so much." Sora send him a captivating genuine smile and he couldn't help but blushed. "I owe you one."

Taichi felt his spirits lift, did that mean they'd be seeing each other again after tonight? "So, my car or yours?"

Sora was taken aback by his question. Both turned to look at their cars for a moment before they looked back squarely at each other. "Let's just take a cab." Sora suggested.

xxxx

Mimi's tears came to a sudden impediment when she realized, she was no longer at the hotel, and she wasn't sure how she'd ended up in a limo sitting across a famous rock star. "Here." he said, with a soft gentle smile on his face.

He is such a handsome man, Mimi thought for the second time that day.

Blush crept into her face and she thought to herself that she must be dreaming. Maybe she hit her head or something. It was as if she was in a fairytale story; she was the unfortunate girl the prince came to rescue.

If this here was reality, then the broad warm chest she leaned on crying earlier must had been his. Why was he being so nice to her? Why would a famous celebrity like him took an interest in her? Mimi was a woman who was always concious of her pretty self and she knew this guy right here wanted something from her. Or maybe she was just being paranoid? Maybe it was the fact that he couldn't stand the sight of a crying woman? At the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't resist the temptation of meeting such famous man, she would boast about this to her parents, friends and colleagues and imagine the look on their faces-

"You can talk about it you know." he suggested, his siting position was relaxed, an arm lounging on top of the seat with his head resting on his knuckles, while his sharp seducing eyes were staring at her so intently, "I'm all ears." he added in a voice so masculine and sexy that Mimi felt her heart thundering faster and faster every second.

"T-thank you." Mimi took a piece of tissue from an entire box he handed her, quickly wiping away her tears. "But I don't know where to start-" she was near tears again as Kiriha's face flashed through her mind. The man seated in front of her wasn't helping either. How could he tormented her for looking like her boyfriend.

Boyfriend...

Oh, she wanted to just go home, cry in the shower and continue crying herself to sleep. Maybe get Sora and go to the club, get drunk and disco before she gets home.

She sobbed and almost started crying again, until she felt a masculine yet gentle hand caressed her cheek, wiping away the little tears that had just started brimming her eyes.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." his voice was so soothing, that Mimi could feel herself feeling better. Her tears were drying up and her heart wasn't aching as much. She was speechless for a moment, blushing at the kindness he kept offering, though she couldn't understand how she get herself into this; hanging out with the most famous rock star and he was being so nice to her. Where was he taking her anyway?

She fidgeted in her seat as she asked one of the many questions that had been spiraling in her mind."U-um... Where are we going?"

"To a club."

"A club?" Mimi questioned in utter disbelief. She knew what a club is, but why a club?

"Yes. Don't worry, we'll be in a VIP room if you are not up to the crowd. I'll get you-"

Mimi leaned her body forward in curiosity, nearing her gap towards Yamato, her hands suddenly latching on to his and to Yamato's surprise, her sad expression changed to an amusement one and oblivious that she was displaying the upper part of her assets to him."Lex Edo? Casba? Trump House?! Which one?" she inquired. "Please tell me it's Trump House!"

Yamato was left flabbergasted by her reaction. Her knowledge in clubs and chest line secretly overjoyed him, so he nodded anyway.

"That's great!" she exclaimed, her face was gleaming with excitement. " I have been to Lex Edo in the past, now I wanted to try this new place."

He could not believe what he was witnessing. This girl was all sad and melancholy before and now she was all excited going to Trump House with him. Was she really excited with him, or the club? He was almost sure it was more towards the club and not him. Yamato thought that wasn't possible. Any other woman wouldn't care less where they go, as long as they're with him. So this one couldn't be any different.

"And we are getting a VIP room? Wow! I am so excited." Mimi said, clapping both hands in glee.

" We will have all the room to ourself. Just me and you-" he added the last part in a lower more lustful tone, gradually raising from his seat with the intention to kiss the tempting lips of the woman before him, but soon distracted by the sudden clapped of a pair of small delicate hands on his cheek, holding him still and the eyes of the same owner of the hands were watching his attentively.

"Can I bring a friend?"

Was she kidding with him? A friend? That room was meant to be for him and her. No woman he had ever been with, had ever been so selfless that they would bring another woman to be in the same room with him. They usually wanted him for themselves. What was wrong with this particular woman?!

"Please?" her big puppy eyes, halted him from his incoming refusal to agree with her. His breath hitched at the unknown feeling that had resurfaced within him.

Instead, he nodded to her request.

So, he would grant her anything, but everything comes with a price and unknown to Mimi, the price was herself, physically.

"Yay! I'll ask Sora to come, she would be so excited!"

All Yamato could think of was how this particular woman could have such incredible mood swings. The challenge to please such woman unexpectedly exhilarated him in a way he could not comprehend.

She dug into her bag for her cell, which was framed with white and pink diamonds and it was just then that Yamato noticed her long beautiful manicured nails. His mind starting to wonder the way those nails are going to claw on his back when he get on top of her.

Mimi widened her eyes "Thirteen missed call?! from Sora? Oh, no!" she was dialing someone when Yamato's phone buzzed for his attention in his pocket and raised an eyebrow at the confusing text message he then read.

A text message from: Taichi

21:47pm, Friday 10/05/2013

Sorry Yamato-kun!

There it was again, the sudden feeling of dread creeping into him every single time Taichi started calling him with -kun suffix. That baka, what the hell is he up to now?

That fool would always did the guilty suffix and text message thing of his if he had done something that would piss Yamato sometime in the next twenty-four hours or so. And this time, it didn't took that too long for Yamato to figure out what the problem was, considering the said problem was laid with Mimi's friend who was over the phone right now, demanding her to get away from Yamato and to wait for her to drive her home.

He could hear the meddling woman's terrorizing voice rambling on and on to Mimi about how dangerous of a man he was, and that she was glad she met Taichi who apparently sold him off. Damn that woman and that bastard Taichi, he could hear everything from where he was seated too.

"But Sora, I really need a drink right now." Mimi protested with a pout, there was her cute puppy eyes again. "I am so sad." she sobbed dramatically, which surprised Yamato yet again. "You know that when I am sad I need to drink and dance. This is also a chance for me to go to Trump House! Please, pretty please Sora?"

The was a pause from the other side of the line, "Fine. But, you cannot be alone with him, so I'll catch up with you in a few minutes. Just don't do anything stupid."

"Yay! Don't worry Sora you won't regret it, so I'll see you there!"

Yamato could not stop the loud devastating groan that escaped his lips. Taichi had ruined his night and he would make sure to give him a taste of what was coming for him. But nothing else can stop him from devouring the siren before him in this very limo right? Just a quick-

He was about to make his move when the driver called out, "We are here Sir!"

And that was the story of how driver Fujiwara got fired.

xxxx

Yamato was frustrated; with his engaged brother, with Taichi who was also about to be engaged but somehow rejected and ended up selling him short for a girl, who he was also very outrage with and was also a friend of the beautiful chick, who he intended to sleep and have fun with tonight, before her friend and apparently Yamato's own driver too, have to ruin his night!

Serve that driver right! He fired him on the spot and good thing his manager picked up his call and hired another driver for him, at least one person didn't pissed him off as much as the people he stated above did.

"So, Ishida-san.." the alluring lady sitting next to him snapped him out of his aggravation.

"Hm? Yamato is fine." He couldn't help but blush at the sight of her beautiful face, so close to him in the dimly lidded room. "What is your reason for bringing me here?" she asked him curiously.

Yamato shot her the sexiest grin he had and said,"You were sad, so I thought you needed some fun." he leaned closer to her, one of his hand went up to her chin then slowly moved to the side of her soft cheek, stroking gently.

"Wh-What are you doing?" she whimpered softly, avoiding his gaze but couldn't get herself to stop his warm hand that was on her cheek. She felt oddly comforted and it didn't matter right now, she wasn't belong to anyone anymore. Even though she sees herself as a hopeless romantic, once a man betrayed a woman's heart, he's unforgiveable. That was her rule. She had seen Sora in her broken shell far too many times, and now that she felt her pain, she understand how's that Sora had always been the strong one and Mimi envied that. This time it's her turn to be strong. The thought of Kiriha betrayal still stung her heart. It would take a while for her to recover, but she'd do her best to not let herself down. She's Tachikawa Mimi after all.

Still, she needed to understand why she was here with one of the hottest celebrity in Japan, Ishida Yamato.

Yamato suddenly fell quiet and Mimi could not help but shyly stole a peek at him. He was so close to her that she was left speechless and her mind felt distorted.

Mimi wanted to flinch, but couldn't, it was as if she was hypnotized by the man before her. His gorgeous eyes were staring at her so lecherously. His masculine yet perfumed scent was so intoxicating, poisoning her mind further and her soul flew out of the window the moment she felt his warm breath and she let him leaned in and kissed her on her lips.

His lips felt soft, warm and his touch eased her supposedly broken heart. There was a tingling sensation that she hadn't felt in so long. Was this what it was like to kiss a rock star? Was this how it felt like? A little kiss from him made her forget all about Kiriha. Even though his image passed through her mind, she couldn't care less. She did not know the reason, but the man before her wanted to make her happy for the night, and she was grateful. He did saved her and now he brought her here, one of the places she thought she could never visit.

She didn't know why but all that matters was this kiss. Everything else does not matter to her anymore.

It wasn't long before she could feel his tongue begging for an entrance, and she was almost too happy to comply, if it wasn't for the loud banging coming from the door.

Sora stormed into the VIP room with Taichi behind her, his face was blanched with fear of what was to happen. But what he wasn't expected was, he and Sora had just barged into what appeared to be an obviously interrupted almost-made out session, the look on Yamato's horrified face made Taichi laughed so hard he practically sprawled on the floor, rolling, especially when Sora started hollered hysterically before she went over to Yamato; start hitting him with her handbag and kicking him with her fierce black high heels. "You leave her alone you bastard!"

"Stop it you crazy woman!" Yamato yelped and at some point shrieked.

"Die you scum!"

"Sora, stop it! He was just trying to help." Mimi, the beautiful girl Taichi saw crying less than an hour ago was trying so miserably to stop Sora's rampage.

"No Mimi! Kissing is not a form of help. This guy is a playboy and he intends to take advantage of you!"

"Oh come on Sora. He wouldn't." Mimi stated matter of factly, and Taichi immediately get why Sora was so protective of her; the girl was seriously naive. "Besides, with you here, he wouldn't dare try anything, right Ishida-san?" she responded as if she knew Yamato's intent and she smiled sweetly like an angel at her blond friend, who's face had turned as bright red as a tomato and even Taichi stopped laughing and couldn't stop his own blush from creeping in. She was truly a beautiful woman, Taichi thought, she's that sexy in a girly way sort of woman. A complete opposite to Sora.

"S-She's right, she's right!" Yamato affirmed her statement, nodding impetuously just to stop the female berserker from beating him to pulp and to his relief, she did.

"I am warning you. You dare touch Mimi again, I'll castrate you!" she barked at him.

"Alright now Sora." Mimi pulled Sora's arm and settled her down to Mimi's right. "We are going to party!"

Sora shook her head, smiling sadly at her friend and let out an exasperated sigh. So typical of Mimi, her crazy animal party mode was always on whenever she's sad. "Fine, but we should get back before midnight. You know I hate being around with a stranger." her remark was overt; she referred the word 'stranger' to the man sitting next to Mimi -Taichi's best friend of twenty-years and one of the most influencial celebrity in Japan- with a tone that was coated with venom.

"That's no fun Sora. We have a lot of catching up to do, so stay a little longer." Taichi added with a grin as he strode from where he once stood, hands in his pockets before settling himself next to Sora.

"Oh, but I think you and I have more to catch up on, Yagami!" Yamato replied furiously, his angry nerves were visible on his forehead. If looks could kill...

"Ha-ha, D-dont be like that Yamato my friend." Taichi hold both his hands up in defense. Boy he was glad he sat quite far from that anger ridden rock star.

"Um, who are you?" asked Mimi, who was just aware of his presence. "Since when did your mother set you up on another blind date? I thought you were done with it. And, this one is certainly..." she trailed off, thinking for a word to describe the stranger. "I don't know- Raunchy? And what's with the hair?" she pointed at him.

"Why you!" Taichi retaliated, while Yamato snickered at the background. Sora blushed at Mimi's assumption of Taichi being her new boyfriend. It was no surprise to him this woman didn't recognize who he was, she looked like she's not into sport at all. Not every girls were obsessed with soccer players like Sora did after all.

Mimi smiled and stuck out her tongue, "I'm just joking. You look a hundred times better than all the other douche Sora had dated. Right Sora?"

This time, it was Taichi's turn to blush.

"Y-you have got it all wrong Mimi. Taichi's an old friend of mine, we met today actually..."Sora answered, embarrassed and hesitantly at the end, "Well, it's a long story."

"Oh, That's great! A friend of Sora is a friend of mine. My name is Tachikawa Mimi, nice to meet you Taichi-san." Mimi offered her right hand and they shook hands, while Taichi smiled and replied in a friendly way, telling her his full name before apologizing for his sudden abrupt behavior seconds ago.

The handsome blond rose a hand to caress a lock of Mimi's hair, breathing in the intoxicating sweet scent of flowers that almost blinded his mind."Will you also befriend the best friend of the friend of your best friend? Can you be more than-" Yamato was silenced by the sudden murderous aura emitting from the red headed girl next to Mimi. "Oh-ha-ha...Forget I said anything. H-How about we order some drink? Taichi!" Yamato forced a smile and throwing Taichi a look that signaled him for a help.

Taichi nodded his head in understanding, stood up from his seat and opened a bottle of champagne, professionally pouring them into two wine glass for Sora and Mimi. "Here you go ladies! As for your special drink, I, Yagami Taichi will go to the bartender and order something extraordinary for you! A special recipe made by my friend Daisuke, I'm sure you will love it!"

"You don't need to bother yourself with that senpai." a young man with dark-red spiky hair wearing a bartender suit walked in unceremoniusly, making his way to the small bar at the other side of the VIP room.

(A/N: senpai means senior students/ upper classmen)

"Daisuke?" Taichi raised an eyebrow skeptically at his soccer apprentice, also a part-time bartender in Trump House.

"You know I am always here at your service sir. My new recipe I called The Fountain of Youth will let you have a taste of heaven for the night!"

Not a single person in the room could foresee what The Fountain of Youth would do to them later that night; nonetheless, they'd experience heaven that would change their lives forever.


Woah, this chapter sure is long. I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I cut a quarter of chapter one and fit them here. The first two chapters of this story was supposed to be the prologue. That's why this chapter is much longer than the last, which was totally unexpected.

And I just want to thank you all for your wonderfull comments. I'm very happy that there are people who are interested in my story. Thank you for reading, so be ready for next chapter and don't forget to rate and review. The more review I got the more motivated I get. ;)

a feeling he get when he was caught by his mother for misbehaving.