CHAPTER 2: The Visitation of the Chocolate and Ube (1) Haired People
The sun had risen from its sleeping paradise and softly looked upon Mimi. Her eyes winced from feeling's it's brightness. She opened her eyes slowly to see the sun welcoming her into a new day. She smiled to herself, "Hai! There's no school today, a new apartment and..." She turned to her side to Yamato smiling right next to her, "AH!"
"Morning, sleeping beauty..." He smirked making not only Mimi's eyes wider but her cheeks become warmer.
Mimi chuckled nervously, "What the hell is wrong with you? Why am I on your bed?"
"You're too pretty to be sleeping on the floor-"
"Then why didn't you sleep down there?"
"It's my bed. I have the right to do what I want on it." Yamato rose from his side and moved himself on top of her. With his arms on opposite sides, he slowly descended down to her as he licked his lips seductively.
"Ha ha," Mimi sweated trying to make a lighter atmosphere, "Very funny, Ishida. I-I know there must be a joke in here somewhere," He shook his head, "Any where?"
"No joke," His face was just a matter of millimeters away from hers. His raspy voice was deep. His breath was crisp as he spoke, "When you were in that school uniform earlier, I finalized that you were cute. Especially with that short skirt." He moved his lips towards her ear as he whispered to her ear, "That's then I decided I wanted you tonight." Mimi shuddered.
"But it's morning." Mimi laughed as she tried to lift the mood, "You can stop pretending."
"You talk to much, ya' know?" He asked. Before she could reply with her snappy comebacks, he pressed his lips against hers hard. Mimi, being overwhelmed, froze too shocked to do anything. She let his kiss continue, yet trembled when his tongue slipped through her lips. She felt his tongue explore the inner walls of her mouth as her fingers somehow ran though his hair.
'What the hell is going on?' Mimi asked herself as his continued, 'This is so weird, but it doesn't feel the least bit wrong...'
DING-DONG
'The door bell?'
DING-DONG
The kissed stopped as Mimi closed her eyes and caught up with her breath. She opened them once more to see Yamato gone in a matter of seconds, "Yamato?"
IT SAID DING-DONG DAMMIT!
"YAMATO!" She screamed as she awoke from her dream. She bolted from the bed, still feeling the pressure of the kiss. She rubbed her head feeling the pressure of her sleep. 'Oh, dear. I can't believe I actually idolized this guy! He's such a pervert!' Mimi paused, 'At least, in the dream he was. I'm so glad that that was only a dream.'
"Hmm..?" Yamato groaned picking himself up. He rubbed his still-sleepy eyes, "Hai? Nani?" Yamato turned as his stare met with Mimi. Her face became redder with embarrassment. She tried to move away from him. But after the nervous breakdown, she pushed Yamato's body into the wall next to the bed really hard. Not realizing how narrow the bed was, Mimi she rolled off the bed to fall on the floor.
"He wasn't joking when he said that it was a narrow bed..." She rubbed her bottom, still feeling a slight sting on her side.
DING-DONG!
"Holy crap! The door bell was real?" Mimi raced to the front door. Her sock-covered feet slid along the wooden floors as she continued to run towards the door. "Hold on!" She unlocked several locks and latches, "Just one more second!" Mimi cried as she did the last one. She satisfied herself as she opened to a boy in a what seemed to be a green uniform. He had a name of a moving company on back of his clipboard.
This guy was about the same height as Yamato and was probably near the age of 17 or so. He had a nice tan that matched very well with his chocolate brown hair, which more like a big mess of it. He seemed to be disorganized as he flipped through papers on his clipboard frantically. This made Mimi chuckle a bit. This guy seemed goofy, but really nervous about getting this job done.
"Hai?" Mimi finally spoke as she made her smile.
"Hmm?" The guy looked up and realized what he had to do, "Ah hai! Um... you are...Tachikawa Mimi, right?" He took a peak from his clipboard.
"That's correct."
"I'm from the company of Swift Move and I believe you wanted us to help-I-I mean, assist you in moving into your house-slash-apartment-slash-dorm-slash whatever the room is...space," He recited getting occasional hints from the written answers on palm of his hand. He handed the papers to Mimi for signing, "Gomen nasai about your moving boxes. We weren't really...uh...swift about it. De-demo don't blame the company! I-I have mixed up yours with a man-"
"Oh," Mimi looked away from the clipboard and towards the delivery boy.
"You shouldn't oh anyway," He handed her the papers that needed to be signed, "This guy just answered the door completely naked, and he was the type that only a mother would love-" He stopped mid-sentence to see Mimi raising her eyebrow to him, "Gomen, I don't didn't mean to compare you to him. I-I mean because you're very pretty. I-I mean I didn't want to give you an image in this time of the day-"
"Don't worry about it," Mimi reassured as she smiled at him. She handed him back the papers, "There's no need. I just had a rough night, that's all." She continued to smile which triggered a smile from him. Damn, she knew how to flirty.
"Damn it, Tachikawa!" Yamato's voice echoed as Mimi froze, "One night, you sleep in my room; the next, I wake up with you in my bed! If that's not weird I don't know- what...is?" Yamato eyed the person at the door, while Mimi tried to cover herself from embarrassment.
'Please, Kami-san (2), please don't make him shirtless. Please, please don't make him shirtless.' She turned around slowly to ensure that her wish was to slowly come true. She took a peek of what Yamato was wearing. 'Light blue pjs, okay so far so good.' Mimi calmed her mind, ' Wait, there's nothing above the waist, not a good sign.' She stared to sweat, 'I see his chest! Ah crap! I see his goddamn chest! I was making such a good connection with this guy...' Mimi frowned, 'and he was cute too...'
"Taichi, you're working this early?" Yamato asked walking closer to the door. The boy smiled and pointed to the company's name on his jumper. "Oh, you're working. Let me help you with bringing the girl's things up."
"Iie, it's okay," The one named Taichi smiled, "The rest of the guys are coming up with her things. I had mixed these things up from the beginning anyway. I owe it to her." Taichi tipped his cap to Mimi who acknowledged it. Taichi made a goofy grin as he and the other movers placed several large boxes into one corner of the living room.
Mimi watched as the men piled the boxes together, more notably Taichi. After a while, he showed how uncomfortable he was in the jumper. He unzipped the top part of the jumper and rolled on his side, leaving him with a t shirt on that nice exposed the muscles on his biceps. He took a white shirt and wrapped it around his forehead, pushing his bushy brown hair down, Despite showing how strong he was, he really showed off an immature, sweet side. He often fooled around by telling Yamato a joke or two.
"Sorry about our mistake," He grinned while scratching his head to Mimi, "I hope everything's okay."
"Iie! I-it's okay..." Mimi blushed rubbing the length of her arm, feeling Yamato's larger clothes on her body, "Do come again sometime..."
Taichi's smiled became warmer to Mimi's eyes, "I think I will. Ja." He waved as Mimi watched him slowly leave. She gently closed the door as she leaned on the back. Letting her back slide down, she sighed on the fact of meeting such a cool person.
"His name is Taichi..." Mimi sighed.
"And his surname is Yagami..." Yamato commented, breaking Mimi's daydream. Mimi faced Yamato, who was in the kitchen. He opened the carton of orange juice located in the fridge and drank from it. Once he was finished, he made a refreshing sigh and lowered his eyes to see Mimi's pout. Wait, wasn't she near the front door?
"You know him?" Mimi's eyes narrowed.
Yamato stared at the girl and said, "He's my classmate. What's it to you?" He scoffed putting the carton back into the fridge.
"Well, it's hard to believe that you, above all people, know him." Mimi looked around the kitchen, "Plus, I think he is a really interesting person."
He laughed as he moved out of the kitchen, "If you're thinking of me introducing him-"
Mimi ran in front of Yamato and with puppy dog eyes she asked, "Would you?" Mimi's eyes started to shine.
"The answer would be No." Yamato commented walking into his room. He slammed and locked it. Crestfallen, Mimi frowned at the attempt of progress that she made. With a puffed furious face and clenched fists, she walked up to Yamato's door and started to knock (more like pounded) while tapping her foot.
"And why not?" Mimi continued to knock.
"Like I'm going to introduce a body-pushin'-to-the-wall girl like you, to a good guy like him." Yamato shouted back still feeling the pains of that accident.
"It was your fault that you made me sleep in your bed."
Yamato blushed, "Na-nani? It was you who hopped on my bed."
"Only 'cause you told me to!"
"I thought you were my brother in those pajamas!" His voice heard from behind the door.
"Do I look like a guy?"
"With that kind of chest!" Mimi gasped, 'this is war..' she thought. "I knew from the first moment I saw you, I would have such a hard time living here!" He continued to yell.
"That goes for the two of us, buddy!"
"Bitch!"
"Blonde!"
"Weirdo!"
"Smelly!"
"Crossdresser!"
Mimi gasped, remembering she was still wearing Yamato's clothes, "You take that back!" She shouted. Oh, boy, she's getting mad.
"I can't help it if you like wearing men's clothing."
"You know, as well as I do, that I didn't have a choice. If I didn't, I would prance around naked. I bet you would've like that!" She scoffed at the idea.
Yamato laughed behind the door. "Trust me, I don't think there is anyone in the world who would want to see you naked..."
"Yeah, right!" Mimi laughed in a sarcastic tone.
"If you really detest me, give me back my clothes!"
"Do you want me to wash off my germs before I give your shit back?"
"Honestly, I don't give a rat's ass if it has your germs! All I want is it given back by now!"
"Well, we're arguing, dumbass!" Mimi scoffed with a wrinkled nose with rolled eyes.
"Then stop arguing with me and get changed!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
The two stopped their quarrel and turned away from each other. It was definite fact that these two would have a lot of moments together.
Moments later, a knock was heard from Yamato's door. Bringing all his attention to the sound, Yamato yelled that the door was open. With the door open, a blushing Mimi stood holding the clothes she worn last night. She didn't face him, instead her gaze was averted towards the empty hall.
"I'm returning this to you," Mimi commented still holding the clothing, not staring into the room.
"Obviously," Yamato sighed not looking at her. He took the clothing back, but noticed something odd about his appointed roommate. She was still outside his door, blushing. He looked at himself and saw nothing that would cause her blush. Then he looked around the room for something to blush about, which wasn't really anything to begin with. His gaze's attention went back to her along with his raised brow. "Is there something wrong? Is there a reason why you're so pink?"
"Hmm?" Mimi faced him. Yet, thinking about her body next to his semi-naked one caused her to blush and avert her gaze again, "Nope! Nothing-nothing at all!" She tried to control the sudden blood rushing through her cheeks, 'It was just a dream... nothing happened, it's all in your head. So why am I thinking about it? Kuso! (3) Is there ever an end to this?' Mimi continued to battle herself, 'But then again, it did, sorta, felt- IIE! I can't give in, I won't!' Mimi started to shake her head.
"I think you have problems," Yamato commented as he tried to slip pass Mimi's 'battle-between-me-and-inner-self' mode.
"Huh? Whe-where are you going?" Mimi asked seeing Yamato remove his house shoes, "I-I'm not done insulting you!"
"I'm going to work..." Yamato replied rudely before finishing tying the shoelaces of his sneakers.
"Na-nani? You're going to work? Today?" Mimi asked following Yamato out the door.
"Well, my half of the rent doesn't come from my parents..." Yamato replied pressing the elevator button.
"Eh?" She continued to pester him, "Somehow you manage to pay ¥80,000 by yourself?"
Yamato asked, "And this hard to believe?"
The elevator bell rang and opened. Mimi, now shocked, exclaimed, "How-how did you manage to do that? I mean, you're still studying!"
"Easy," He stepped through the doors and turned to face her. He pushed the lower level, smirked, and said, "Get a job, hime-sama(4)..." Before Mimi could make a rude remark, the doors closed one her. She grunted, "I knew that man was trouble from the very beginning...geez... what a bastard." Mimi sighed walking back towards the apartment. She closed the door behind her and leaned on it with her back.
She looked into the living room and saw the large boxes that guy, Taichi, and the others had brought in. Mimi approached them and opened one of the boxes. She recognized the kitchen appliances that she was allowed to bring with her. She then realized that most of her boxes required two guys. That meant these were heavy objects. At that moment in time, she wished she hadn't let him go that easily.
"Tadaima! (5)" Yamato's voice amplified throughout the apartment as he walked deeper in. It was around one in the afternoon when he returned. He placed his carried plastic bag on the counter window connecting the diving room and the kitchen. Next, he eyed the living room where there was a mix of his furniture and hers. Too bad it looked like she had dragged all this. Just picturing Mimi struggling to put the furniture to its proper place. Ha! This was a funny scene he wished he hadn't missed.
He left his spot and went into the bathroom, just as Mimi left her room and walked into the living room. "Funny," Mimi commented, "I swore I heard him say he was here..." She was about to sit on one of the chairs till she saw the plastic bag on the counter. It captured her curiosity as she continued to walk over to it. She opened it and saw two clear containers of shortcake with strawberries and whipped cream on top.
Mimi's eyes gleamed looking at the tasty treat. 'He must have bought one for himself and one for me! Wai! This is my favorite treat! I don't know how he found out but I'm so happy!' Mimi thought as she reached in further to receive a fork. She pulled the tab to open the package, "Ikedekimasu! (6)" She dug her fork into the treat to receive a chunk and placed into her mouth. She squealed thinking, 'This is the best that I've ever tasted!'
Yamato closed the bathroom door and walked into the living room to see Mimi on the counter. In return, she stared back at him. He walked closer to her saying, "Listen, you, what ever you do, don't-" Yamato cut his sentence short when it hit him what she had been doing. His face was not a pretty one when he saw what Mimi was doing. He fumed, "What the hell are you doing? Don't you have something to say about this?"
"Hmm?" Mimi turned to Yamato and smiled, "Ah, hai! Arigatou! This is the best strawberry shortcake I ever had! It's my favorite treat!"
Yamato's fist started to clench, "Who said that was for you? Maybe I was going to share it with a friend that was supposed to come over for dinner tonight! Now that you've eaten one of the treats, what am I supposed to do?"
"Buy another one?" Mimi said sarcastically with a little nervous chuckle.
"Are you-" Yamato got ready to yell but the words sank in, "Ya know, you're right..."
"I-I am?" Mimi chocked, "Oh! Of course, I am! Ha! And you were worried..." Finishing her last bite.
"I'm not," Yamato said fixing his shirt, "You should. Com'on!" He grabbed Mimi's wrist and dragged her out of the apartment.
Mimi stood speechless, "Whe-Where are we?" Her glances changed seeing the crystal windows with it's nice maroon-colored drapes hanging beside it. The walls were painted a sandy brown color with little detail of snow using sponges. The tables and chairs were match to its surroundings. And dangling from the ceiling were lamps with a mosaic snow-theme. In the center was a dessert counter on one side while the other sold drinks such as soda, liquor, and water; also matching the theme. "Ishida," Mimi murmured, "This place... it's beautiful."
"Really? I thought you would've hated it, hime-sama?" Yamato smirked walking towards the counter of the place. Mimi eagerly followed him, still amazed by it's interior, "The place is called Eternal Winter." Yamato said not looking at her, almost emotional-less.
"Nani? Eternal Winter? I got the snow theme, but why the background of dark colors like that?"
"They don't want the 'cheery, bright, and happy' impression. They were looking more of a 'sophisticated, elegant, and mature' kind of style. See?" Yamato stated, "Imagine, if this place had the background color of light blue and still had the snow theme, would you want to stay here?"
"Not for a long time," Mimi imagined, "It would feel a bit too cold-"
"Exactly," Yamato smiled as they approached the counter, "The trick is, you have to have something that customers would make them want to stay more. For instance this place, they have the food, the mood, and the style. It makes everyone want to stay longer. It's a gimmick, I guess. Well, whatever it is, I like it."
For once, Mimi had seen a side of Yamato she liked. He wasn't the arrogant bastard that she got from her first impression. But that there was something more to Yamato Ishida than she expected. She began to feel heavy tapping on her shoulders. She turned to see Yamato's head gesturing towards the cashier behind the counter. She turned to do so and was greeted by cashier who said, "Eight hundred yen, onegai."
"Heh?"
"You heard the lady, eight hundred. This is payback for my dessert you ate earlier." His elbow leaned on the counter and his head rested on his hand, "Com'on, pay up."
"Uh, Ishida-kun..." Mimi made a nervous chuckle, "Since you literally pulled me out of the apartment, I didn't bring my wallet with me. Heh, heh, funny, isn't?"
"Not if you're the one paying," Yamato grunted handing the payment to the cashier.
"Arigatou-gozaimasu!" The cashier cheered.
"Yeah, yeah," Yamato retorted taking the bag and started to leave with Mimi running behind.
"Yamato!" Someone cried running after him, "Matte yo(7)!"
"Nani?" He replied calmly and turned to see a familiar face, "What are you doing here?"
"Yagami-kun!" Mimi smiled seeing the familiar brunette.
Taichi approached the two with a smile on his face. He stationed the broom under his right palm. He stacked the other hand over the right, and his chin over the left. "I have a part time job here. So how's tonight's plan coming along?" said Taichi just moving his mouth as his head bobbed up and down.
"Well, I did have desserts for us until someone ate one of the them." Yamato eyed the girl.
Mimi squealed, "I said I was sorry!"
Taichi chuckled kicking the broom up, "Don't worry about it. Hey, Yamato. Do you mind if you got dinner tonight? I have to close the shop and the manager is yelling at me for taking the food every time I do that." He laughed scratching the back of his neck playing with the strap around his neck holding his apron up.
"Argh! Does that mean I have to cook?" Yamato massaged the back of his neck to emphasized the added stress.
"I'm afraid so, buddy." Taichi shrugged as Yamato cursed under his breath, "Did you guys go grocery shopping yet?"
"Iie," They said in unison. The apartment-mates eyed each other surprised that they had agreed on a response for once. Taichi smiled giving the idea to them.
"I know the perfect place to buy groceries!" Mimi exclaimed walking out of the store.
"She's cute, Yamato." Taichi commented crossing his arms. Yamato raised his eyebrows to Taichi then eyed his female appartment-mate who was shouting his name outside while waving her arm trying to catch his attention. Now that he actually thought about it, there wasn't anything special about her. "If only I had your life."
"Geez," Yamato murmured as the convenience store doors closed behind them, "Taichi is too lazy to even buy fast food for dinner." Yamato commented taking a basket for the shopping. "He can be so troublesome sometimes."
"I will cook for you and Yagami-kun. I don't mind..." Mimi commented looking to the side.
Yamato stared at her out of shock. She caught this and stared right back at him. Mimi began to blush feeling a moment take place. Only now she notice Yamato's green sleeveless hoodie, his baggy carpenter jeans, and his plain sneakers and how well he looked in them. After this morning, she believed that he was the exception to that list of boys she'd want to hang out with. Namely, boys who were generally popular, powerful, or just plan friendly. But for some strange reason, she wanted to take it back.
It can't be!
Mimi's eyes widened when she thought about the aspect, or the mere chance that she possibly, mighty be, maybe falling-her image quickly crashed when Yamato started to hold his laughter then burst into tears laughing.
"Nani?"
"You-haha- I can't imagine you-haha-cooking-haha-that's hilarious!"
"I-I can cook!" Mimi pouted picking up some grocery items.
"Right! Sure you can..." Yamato said sarcastically smiling at her.
Mimi stared at Yamato with a confused look. She never thought that boys like him were so difficult to read. Mimi looked towards the side. She then focused her vision back towards Yamato walking to the counter and placing the items there. But when her mind registered what she had just saw, Mimi made a double take.
"Your total comes up to ¥1,500. Would you like paper or plastic?"
Mimi grabbed the item and ran to her roomate. "Ishida-kun!" Mimi ran up to him, "Can you buy this for me?" Showing a package of strawberry shortcake that almost looks like the one Yamato bought before.
"Heh? Iie! I'm not buying anything for you! It's your fault that you don't bring your wallet. "
"I promise I'll pay you back," Mimi whined.
"When I'm dead?" Yamato retorted.
"Mi-chan?"
Mimi and Yamato turned to see purple-haired Miyako with a blue apron on with the store's logo and a broom on one hand. "Miyako!" Mimi ran and hugged her friend, leaving Yamato with the package. He stared at the little package for a moment then sighed. He placed the little cake on the counter. "Please include this too."
Though Mimi released her hug from Miyako, Mimi was somewhat surprised to see Miyako standing speechless. Her index finger pointing, "Is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-"
"Hmm?" Mimi followed Miyako's pointing finger still hearing her say, "Is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-is-"
"Is what?"
"Mi-mi-mi-cha-a-a-n. Is-is-is th-th-th-tha-tha-that-" Miyako slowly spun her head towards Mimi, "I-I-I-Ishi-Ishi-Ishi-Ishida-da-da-da Ya-Ya-Yama-ma-mato? The one whom I idolized since I learned to say kawaii."
"Uh...hai?" Mimi agreed, not knowing this was about to become.
Miyako's head made a sharp turn seeing Yamato pay for the bill and then back to her best friend, "Why is he here? In my family's little, not-so-worthy-of-having-him-shop-here store?"
"Because I dragged him here...?"
"How?" Miyako grunted through her teeth.
"I live with him..."
Miyako's mouth nearly dropped.
"Tachikawa! Let's go!" Yamato exclaimed walking through the doors. "We are wasting time by just standing here!"
"Hai! Ja ne, Miyako-chan!" Mimi waved following her roommate, leaving the frozen-statue Miyako mumbling, "Okaa-san...I'm leaving early."
"Okay, Tachikawa, I bought enough chicken to make chicken teriyaki. Now, do you know how to make chicken teriyaki?" Yamato stood behind the counter and shoved the bowl of uncooked chicken breast in front of her (who was behind the counter and next to the stove).
"Sure I do!" Mimi cheered, "First I take the pan and put it here." She slammed the frying pan onto the stove.
"Gentler, hai..." Yamato closed his eyes after he heard the sound it made.
"Then I fry the chicken to a crisp and put the sauce-!"
"Okay, let's do this later." Yamato exclaimed, hoping she didn't get any ideas, "Before you cause our apartment to burn with your idiotic ideas, I'll cook dinner. It's only three in the afternoon. I don't think Taichi will be here till six."
"You just don't want me to cook, do you?" Mimi pouted seeing Yamato adding some teriyaki sauce and wrapping it to be place in the ref.
"That and I actually don't want you to burn this apartment down," Yamato smirked.
"Meanie..." Mimi stuck her tongue out.
DING-DONG
The occupants of 431 looked up and then to at each other. Both of them moved to look at the door. The being on the other side of the door began knocking on the other side. "Where you expecting guests now?" Mimi asked Yamato.
"Don't think so," Yamato replied looking at the door as it rang once more.
"Then who can that be?" Mimi removed the apron she wore and handed it to Yamato. Yamato's eyes followed Mimi's movements before Mimi's hand twisted the knob. She opened to door to see confetti pop out of nowhere in front of her face. Thankfully she had shut her eyes. However, the confetti managed to slip its way into her mouth. Mimi lightly spat the foreign pieces of paper from her mouth with her eyes still closed. She peaked one eye open to see Miyako's smiling face.
"SURPRISE!" Miyako cheered allowing the confetti to stop rain on Mimi's face, "It's Miyako-chan, reporting for house welcoming!"
"Ah...arigatou, Miyako-chan, de-demo (8)-" Mimi tried to keep her thoughts straight but was deeply distracted by the fluttering colored pieces of paper.
"Uwau (9)! Nice place!" Miyako slipped through Mimi and entered the living room after she kicked off her shoes at the genkan.
"Onegei, do come in..." Mimi said to herself sarcastically closing the front door.
"Tachikawa," Yamato exclaimed wiping his heads with the cloth behind the counter, "who was it?"
"UWAU! I-ISHIDA YA-YAMATO! WAI!" Miyako over-emphasized meeting Yamato for the first time.
"Heh, heh, konichiwa..." Yamato sweatdropped wiping his hands on the apron then hanging it up on it's hook.
"Wai! Mi-chan! He said 'konichiwa'!" Mimi squealed.
"I know. Just wait until the night where he says Oyasumi (10). And in the morning where he says Ohaiyo (11). And with our luck, if he's in a good mood, he might also say bitch." Mimi continued her sarcasm, remembering the incident this morning. She stopped in behind Miyako as she shook Yamato's hand.
Yamato made a fake laugh. He took a glimpse of Mimi's pissed face and made a fake smile, "I'm about to take a nap. So you can do what ever you want. Have Fun! Oh, Mi-chin! For dinner, I'll cook the chicken teriyaki, okay? Oyasumi, honey..." He joked retreating to his bedroom.
'Mi-chin? Honey? Damn that Ishida Yamato!' Mimi fumed in her thoughts. 'He knows how to add fuel to the fire.'
"Mi-chan," Miyako's voice caught her attention, "Don't tell me you guys are going out! And if you are when, why and how? He was mine first I tell ya!"
Mimi sweatdropped from her friend's actions, "Let's go to my room..." She took hold of Miyako's hands as she dragged her friend to her room. She eventually tugged harder when Miyako realized that the room was right across from the blond's.
Miyako twirled around the brunette's room noting the style and layout of the room. Miyako plopped herself on the bed as Mimi took the study desk chair. "So is there anything between the two of you?" Mimi raised her brows up and down.
Mimi took a pillow on the side of her bed and smacked Miyako with it. "He's just a roommate, or apartment-mate... whatever the correct term is." Mimi hmphed as she sat back down on the chair.
"Oh, so you're just roommates?" Miyako got up and hugged the pillow that was now on Mimi's bed.
"Hai, but the only problem is that I just can't stand him when he's so picky..." Mimi grunted rolling around the floor on her desk chair.
"And..." Miyako smirked.
"And? And he's just a bastard- that's all!" Mimi exclaimed spinning on her desk chair.
"Mi-chan..." Miyako's devilish voice murmured, "Has anything happened between you and Ishida-kun?"
The blood ran through Mimi's cheeks, "Me-meaning...?"
"I mean," Miyako smirked, "Did you guys ever do anything?" She raised her eyebrows up and down.
Mimi's eyes widened. "Miyako!"
"Nani? It's dangerous, ya' know. Two single, hopefully-virgins, teenagers share one apartment, all by themselves. To me, it sounds a bit fishy... And didn't you say that your boxes and things didn't even arrive till this morning?" Mimi nodded out of embarrassment, "See? Does that mean you had to share a bed?"
Mimi stayed silent as Miyako started to giggle, "You're luckier than I thought."
"Miyako! We aren't dating! Trust me, I don't think anything is going on or happening between us and I am positive that he is thinking the same thing."
"So can I go out with him?"
"Exactly! I think he should find another- huh?" Mimi misunderstood Miyako's last statement.
Miyako blinked. "Can I go out with him?"
"You want to go out with him?" Mimi asked, reassuring that she heard correctly.
"Face it , Mi-chan, you're living with every girl's fantasy. Why, you do know that he goes to our school, right? Ishida Yamato!"
"Mr. You-Aren't-Supposed-to-Eat-My-Shortcake Man is every girl's fantasy?" Mimi repeated in disbelief.
"Of course! He's tall, built, sexy and has blue eyes and blond hair! Tell me, how many Japanese guys have natural blue eyes and blond hair? Mi-chan! Introduce us!" Miyako exclaimed with a gleam in her eyes. She grabbed Mimi's hands and tied it with hers.
"Eh?" was all that Mimi could say. "But you two know each other... sort of."
A catchy jingle echoed throughout the room. Miyako looked into her purse and took out her cell phone. 'Miyako and Yamato. Them-together? Could they even possibly be in he same sentence? But Yamato is an entirely different case. He can be really serious,and really cool, sometimes. And Miyako usually chases every bishounen (12) she finds. Is it even worth having them two together?'
"Okay, Ja!" Miyako pressed the end button of her phone. She pouted. "Oh, poo! Mi-chan," She said as she picked herself off of the mattress. This meant only one thing."I have to go back to the store. Okaa-san told me I have to or else I don't any payment. But think about what I said! Because I going to visit more!" Miyako jumped up as Mimi escorted her friend out of her bed room.
When they got to the door they found Ishida wearing the pale blue apron back on and a blue bandanna on his head. "Konichiwa, bishojou(13)! I decided to start making dinner, Mi-chin!"
Mimi cocked her head towards the side, "I thought you were taking a nap."
"I thought about it," Yamato said as he tapped an index finger on his chin, "and then I realize that I better cook for my Mi-chin soon, or else she'll get hungry." There was an odd pastel colored aura around him, and Mimi found it strange yet welcoming.
"Okay, Yama...kun..." Mimi could bring herself to say such a thing to him. Mimi followed her friend till she reached the door.
"Sayonara, Yama-kun! Ja ne!" Miyako stepped through the door and walked goodbye. "I'll talk to ya later, Mi-chan!" She said. When she was midway to closing the door, she looked at Mimi and mouthed, 'He's so hot,' and left. Mimi stared at the door and shook her head in disgrace. Her vision glided towards Yamato, who was already behind the counter and in the kitchen.
"She's a nice girl..." Yamato sighed getting ready to cook the chicken, "A lot nicer than someone that I have to live with..."
"Well, this someone is going to take a shower..." Mimi replied defensively walking towards the bathroom, "No peeking!"
"Like I'd do so..." He scoffed getting back to the meal preparation.
Mimi slammed the bathroom door.
Teenagers share one apartment, all by themselves. To me, it sounds a bit fishy...
Face it , Mi-chan, you're living with every girl's fantasy.
Tell me, how many Japanese guys does have blue eyes and blonde hair?
'Why would there be anything special about Ishida Yamato?' Mimi replaced her bathrobe for her soft colored yellow pajamas, 'I mean, the guy yelled at me for eating his shortcake. His damn shortcake!' She started to comb her still wet hair, causing the drops to seep through the floor.
'There has to be something beyond his looks that makes him more appealing. Could there be?' Mimi opened the bedroom door and stepped out. She closed the door behind her and walked her way towards her room while rubbing the access water out of her hair. Her feet stopped her when she was greeted by hearing, "Konbawa, Tachikawa-chan..."
She turned to see Yamato and Taichi on the table next to the kitchen. She saw that the teriyaki was done and had rice and bits of cabbage and a flower-like cut-out of carrots on the side. On the opposite side was the strawberry shortcake that she was scolded for eating.
"Konbanwa, Yagami-kun, Ishida-kun." Mimi nodded as she closed her bedroom door. "Go ahead and eat your dinner. I'm about to go order some food. This way I wouldn't have to bother you guys." Mimi walked over to the stand with the telephones.
"There's no need," Taichi smiled, walking up to Mimi, "Actually, Yamato prepared a plate for you."
"He-he did?" Mimi's glance faced the table, eyeing the third plate across from the other two. Before her mind could fully register what had happened, Taichi was by her side. He raised his arm as he escorted her to the table. He took her chair and pulled it out slightly as Mimi sat. While her bum was about to touch the cushion, he pushed the back of her chair in. Mimi nodded thanks as he took his seat next to Yamato on the opposite side of her.
"Ishida, ariga-"
"Just eat it before I take it away from you." Yamato replied coldly as he took out his chopsticks. They prayed their blessings and started to dig in.
'Ya know, I'm starting to think Yamato isn't really that bad...' Mimi smiled seeing him and Taichi have their conversation, 'Maybe there's something more to Ishida than meets the eye.'
Yamato's chopsticks reached for the chicken teriyaki plate and took some piece of chicken. Mimi's chopsticks was aiming for the same piece. The two pairs of chopsticks clashed with one anothers. The two roommates eyed one another for the same reason: I want that piece of chicken.
"Be a good girl and let go of that chicken..." Yamato said calmly trying to keep his cool.
"First, be the good boy you are and allow that chicken to enter my mouth." Mimi smiled.
"Oh no, you." Yamato smirked starting to develop the anime-vein-pop.
"Au contraire, you." Mimi smirked back.
"You!"
"You!"
"I cooked the meal." Yamato's eyes narrowed. "Therefore, I should have the first bite."
"However," Mimi emphasized, "Gentleman should let ladies go first."
"You are definitely the Gentleman, that's for sure." Yamato rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Smart Ass, you just called yourself a woman."
"How-how about I go first to settle this peacefully?" Taichi asked bringing his chopsticks closer to the plate.
Ironically, the roommates responded, "No! We cannot let him/her win!" In unison. The two looked back at each other. It started an all out war, once more. Taichi shrugged and said, "I guess this happens when you live in the same household as the opposite sex..." He ended it with a sigh and a sweatdrop as the two continued to argue as the night ventured on.
(1) Purple Yam
(2) God
(3) Shit
(4) Princess
(5) I'm Home!
(6) Blessing before eating
(7)Wait
(8) But
(9) Wow
(10) Goodnight
(11) Good Morning
(12) Pretty Boys
(13) Pretty Girls
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