A/N: Thank you Sincere Friendship and Reniel Moza for the review, glad you liked my interpretation of the prompts ^^

Prompt: Angst

Pairing: Mimato and Taiora are both implied.

Warning: Do not read if you don't like suspense, mystery, cliff-hangers etc.

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"Tell me, when have you been the happiest?"

The question was quiet simple and yet he felt this need to ask the person sitting in front him to repeat it because he didn't understand what she meant. Only somehow, at the same time, he did understand what it meant, he did understand what being happy meant, and he did remember all the times he had been happy and he remembered all the times he had wanted to be happy and yet, he knew if he answered the question correctly, they were going to give him those medicines again. They would put him back in that isolated room with a just a bed and a small window with metal bars, with no real scenery to admire, only a garden where the others who were admitted in this institution occasionally took walks with their nurses. But even if he didn't answer correctly, and made up some bullshit that was satisfactory, he would still need to go back to that room, if not take the meds.

The funny thing was, that he understood what was happening to him very clearly. He was able to pass all the basic IQ tests and personality tests and many other tests that he was sure these people used to figure out whether a person was sane or not. See, he understood all of it and still he was here, sitting across his doctor, in the leisure room, answering more questions about his life. He tried to focus on the untouched piano, on the far end of the room but his brain still kept reverting back to the question and its answer. So he settled with looking at his doctor, who was waiting patiently for him to answer. Today her short auburn hair was loose and she wasn't wearing any make-up, which only meant that she had been running late in the morning. He had noticed these past few months, that his doctor wasn't concerned about her looks, even though she had good ones, and no matter what the situation, she always had a calm smile (and variations of it) on her face. Like right now, she had a small smile gracing her features, as she waited without rushing him. He liked that part about her.

"Takenouchi-sensei, can I make a request?"

"Of course, Ishida-san. But it has to be reasonable." The smile widened a little.

"I want a notebook and a pen."

"That can be arranged by evening. Do you feel like writing songs again?" she asked, noting down the details in her notepad quickly.

"Maybe." he replied.

"Do you feel like answering my question?" she asked again, the patient tone of her voice remained.

"I guess."

"Start whenever you are ready then." The smile remained intact.

He knew that even Takenouchi would've understood the pattern by now. They did this almost every alternate day or whenever their sessions happened. The only time he had answered her question truthfully was in his first month here, and at that time he had thought, she believed him. But she hadn't because a week later, she came back and asked him to tell her the truth. And no matter how much he argued that he had told her the truth, she kept repeating that it didn't match the facts. He refused to see her for a month after that, and it took a lot of effort from her side to get him to answer, even if it was just monosyllables that he replied with. But today, he felt different, he felt bored. He had been in this loony bin for about six months now and things had been getting dull, maybe he should take those medicines after all.

"Do you want the truth?" he asked her, as he looked directly in her eyes hoping to catch any forms of uncertainty.

"I only want to know what you have to say, what you think happened. Whether it is the truth or not, is an entirely different matter." she answered him, her eyes unwavering.

Ishida Yamato breathed a sigh of relief, after various sessions and many failed attempts at making him open up, he finally felt that he could trust his doctor with the truth. She wasn't accusing him of lying, of being delusional. She just wanted to hear him out this time, and he didn't have a problem with that because honestly, when it came to talking about her, he could do it all his life.

"I was the happiest when I was with her. She is the most beautiful girl I've ever met, when I first saw her I thought an angel had come to save me from heaven. Her smile was as bright as the sun…"

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Sora walked back to her office a little hurriedly, she had two more patients to review today and it was already lunch time. She noticed that her secretory was out, which is why she was surprised to find someone sitting in her office.

"Yagami-san! I didn't know you'd drop by today." She gasped when she saw the brunet inside her office. What a coincidence, she thought, as she made her way to the desk. He greeted her without any enthusiasm, and attempted to smile but she could tell that he wanted to be anywhere but here right now. She felt a little a disappointed about that but then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and regretted his presence immediately because she looked absolutely atrocious today.

"I brought you lunch," he said, pointing to the small bento box lying on her desk as she settled down in her seat, wishing he'd look anywhere but at her.

"Thank you," she replied, "so you're not going to leave me alone are you?" Sora chuckled as she opened the box, digging in quickly as she had been starving since morning. Not only did she manage to look ugly today, she also missed breakfast which made her jump at the food, not as gracefully as she might have wanted.

"I wanted to know how he's doing. I've been a little busy this past month." Taichi replied wearily.

"Ahh, of course," she said, after taking a few more bites Sora kept the box aside and looked at him, her calm smile returning, "I saw your match by the way, Congratulations."

"Don't bother, I know I didn't do as well as I could've," he said, looking more disappointed by the moment as he slouched in the chair, opposite to her.

"You have a lot on your plate," she muttered, "Speaking of, he requested for a notebook and pen today, he was also looking at the piano quite often as well."

"He wants to write songs?" Taichi's eyes lit up slightly, as he straightened up, eager to know more.

"He didn't say, but I guess this is an improvement."

"You guess? Did something else happen?"

Sora observed him for a few seconds, she picked up the bento and took another bite, trying to delay the answer as much as possible.

"He talked about her again."

The effect was immediate, the light in his eyes died, he slouched back into the chair and tried to hold back a scream, "I've told you a million times, she doesn't exist." He groaned.

"I know that, but to him she does." Sora replied calmly, already predicting how this conversation was going to end.

"What did you ask him?"

"I asked him when has he felt the happiest, and he listed out all the times he'd spent with her."

"You didn't correct him?"

"No, because then he would not have talked at all!" Sora tried her best to remain calm, but the brunet's accusing tone was a little irksome.

She remembered the first time when Yamato had mentioned this girl. He had talked about he had known her since childhood, how they didn't get along well in the beginning but by the time they were teenagers, he warmed up to her and before he knew it they were in love. He talked about how much she meant to him, how much they loved each other, and all the good times he'd spent with her. So naturally, when she met Taichi Yagami, his best friend, Sora questioned him about the whereabouts of Mimi, the girl Yamato was in love with. Taichi, with a straight face, told her that he didn't know any girl with that name, and Yamato definitely did not have a girlfriend.

At first, Sora didn't trust the brunet, he came of as aggressive and steely, making her think that he was hiding something. So she hired a P.I. to look into the matter of Mimi, and to her immense surprise the P.I. within a week got back to her with proof that Mimi didn't exist. No girl named Mimi went to the same school as Yamato and Taichi, or any other schools around their area. No family had a daughter named Mimi in their prefecture and neither did any Mimi go to college with them. Yamato's close friends, his family, his band members, his classmates and his neighbors, all denied ever seeing or meeting a girl that matched her description, and yet the blond so firmly believed that he had been sharing his life with this girl. She confronted Yamato, asking him why he had lied and the blond threw a fit, refusing to see her for over a month.

In that month, Taichi visited her often. Mostly to talk about Yamato and his condition, but sometimes he let a few details about his feelings slip as well. He had been sleeping, when he'd got the call that nobody had heard from Yamato in four days. Takeru, the blond's younger brother, had been crying endlessly on the phone, worried that his brother was dead. Taichi accompanied the police with the search, for a month, the brunet left his job and commitments and went around Japan, looking for his best friend. They found him in Sapporo, with no money, no identification and no memory of what had happened in the past month.

Taichi didn't bring him to the mental health hospital immediately, which he regretted because then the treatment could've started sooner. First he took the blond home, and for about a week or two, tried to get him back on his feet. But Yamato refused to touch any musical instruments, and he would get annoyed easily if Takeru was around. He only talked to Taichi, and that too very reluctantly. The brunet gave in, and brought him here and took up the role as his guardian. Sora herself hadn't met Yamato's parents or brother, all her reports and meetings were held with Taichi, which often made her wonder how many people in this world would give up their comfortable lives for their best friend. She honestly didn't know who to feel bad for, Yamato or Taichi.

"Do you think, that the one month that Yamato was gone, he met this girl during that time?" She was questioning herself, more than anything but she still waited for him to reply.

"I've hired a team of investigators to trace the route that Yamato took. I told them to keep an eye out for any signs of the girl. So far, they have nothing on her." He answered her, a kind of misery reflected in his eyes and Sora had to stop herself from asking him if he was alright. She did admit, that she had developed a soft spot for Taichi, but she also knew how wrong it was, so she always maintained a safe distance from him, lest she actually developed feelings for him.

"You know," he said, and she turned her gaze towards him, "I've known Yamato since we wore diapers. We've been best friends since we learned how to talk and," he paused again, gritting his teeth together to stop his voice from breaking, "and his happiest memory is with some girl that doesn't even fucking exist."

A single tear rolled down his cheek, and looking at him, his face filled with despair and pain and his voice aching, Sora could feel a lump form in her throat as well.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, not wanting to speak more. This was the first time she had ever gotten so personally attached to a case and she had to draw a line somewhere. She'd seen some of her colleagues suffer, ruin their careers over patients and as much as she wanted to help the man sitting in front of her, she had to put her career first. Luckily for her, Taichi didn't stay for much longer, he left saying that he'll keep in touch and keep her informed about the findings of the investigators. A few minutes after he left, Sora got rid of the left-over food, her appetite long gone. She got up to head to the washroom, so she could wash her face and clear her mind. She still had two more patients to survey and she couldn't let herself be affected by this any longer.

When she got back, her secretory was back in her position, she greeted Sora with a smile which the doctor returned and her secretory informed her that the new nurse had arrived and was waiting in her office for the debriefing. Sora cheered up a little at that, since this would prove for a good distraction. But when she entered her office, an air of uneasiness hit her. She could only see the back of the nurse, but somehow, her long brown hair seemed overly familiar to the doctor. Sora cautiously walked towards her desk and the minute she faced the girl, she had to hold on to the desk for support. There was something very wrong with the person standing in front of her, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Good afternoon, Takenouchi-sensei. My name is Tachikawa Mimi, and I look forward to working with you."

Her smile was as bright as the sun…

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A/N: I'll understand if you don't wanna review this one. Again, prompts for both pairings are welcome.