I didn't forget y'all!
I swear it!
Junior year is keeping me busy. Which is good.
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To chain-chan: Eh, sometimes men deserve it. : ) Thank you for the review!! Lo siento para el wait-o!
To Rofruri: Ooh, gracias! Espero que te gustas este parte de mi cuenta. Gracias para tu comentario!
To Alishiya: Maybe it's the feminist in me, but I would hate Mimi if she was a whiny crybaby. Well, she sort of is. But she doesn't let it rule her life. He is. Cartoons can be cute.
To M M Forever: I'm sorry for the wait!!! I had so much editing to do, because I was an idiot. :P Enjoy!
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Mrs. Ishida presents…
Chapter 4
Ah, finally, I caught her in a good mood. Sora's usually too tense and stressed to be in the mood, but I finally got her. This time it was easy… all I had to do was hit that spot on her back, and there was no way she could say no.
But due to the fact that she's currently going crazy and already all excited even though I'm just laying here watching her, I think I may have overdone it. Oh well, it's all good… she's way too busy and stressed all of the time… the last time we got any action was… shit… months ago? Maybe it has less to do with my skill than the fact that we both are probably really, really horny.
I don't even know.
Her cell phone rings. Damn, her shirt was half way off.
Naturally, she answers it. I think even if she were giving birth or stuck in a fire or something, she'd answer that damn phone.
"Hello?" she asks breathlessly. I hear a voice speaking rapidly. He eyes widen.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I forgot, Mimi!" she says, and gets off me. I turn my head to listen in; she's talking to Mimi?
"Yeah, yeah… I know… I'm so sorry Mimi, I'll be right over!" she says, as she dashes around the room to fix her appearance, and shoves the phone back in her pocket.
"What's going on?" I ask, getting up and watching with interest as she stumbles around the room.
"I promised Mimi I'd go to lunch with her today to talk about the next show, and I completely forgot!" I smirked a little bit. I must have done a really good job… she never forgets stuff like that. She must've seen it.
"I know what you're thinking, Yama, and you're right… it's all your fault," she teases. I feign shock.
"Who, me? Distract you from your plans? Never," I say, as I make my way over. I slowly reach for that spot again, but she smacks my hand away.
"Not this time… I have things to do… maybe later, Yama," she says, and starts walking out the door.
"Aww, I hardly ever see you anymore!" I whine. She can never resist my whining. She stops, and smiles, thinking.
"Why don't you come with me then?" I look at her strangely. "Yes, I know, Mimi's going to be there, but after she leaves, then we can make a day of it and spend some time together… besides… you guys have got to get over yourselves! Why do you hate each other so much, anyways?" she asks. I smile and shrug; it's not like I can honestly answer that. It's times like these that really make me feel terrible… I'll always love Mimi more than Sora, and there's nothing Sora can do to change that. She looks at me strangely.
"You two are very, very strange… now come on, or we'll be even more late than we already are!" she grabs my hand and rushes out.
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Sora's late and she forgot about our lunch date… I wonder what happened? She never forgets appointments and such, not even when her father was in the hospital and she was rushing around taking care of him.
Haha, maybe she got hit by a truck.
Wow, I'm a bitch. I hope that's not what happened.
Because then I may be out of a job.
I start getting bored just sitting there all by my lonesome when I see her walk in. And guess who's behind her?
I automatically gasp. It's like this nearly every time I see him.
She smiles apologetically and waves.
"Mimi, I'm so sorry I forgot, I really am…it's all Yama's fault, anyways," she says and gives him a mock glare. He grins. My stomach gets automatic butterflies, and then drops. What the hell were they doing? She was sleeping with him? That bitch!
Whoa. Down girl. Down! They're engaged, and have been for the past year. What do you think they're doing in that giant condo together?
I fake a smile and a laugh. It's acquired skill, and no one yet has ever been able to detect it.
"It's alright, Sora," I say.
No it's not. I want to rip your damn throat out.
Easy now…
"Anyways, so about this next show…"
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I'm shocked… Mimi hasn't said anything rude to me at all… she's just smiled and laughed. But it was fake. She probably doesn't care aobut my and Sora's love life, but somehow, that doesn't seem to be the reason. I've been able to read her eyes for a long time. They're very expressive, if you know what you're looking for. And I find she often fakes her emotions. Her happiness.
This is something that has plagued me for a long time. Why is she so unhappy?
The part that kills me the most is that I can't do a damn thing about it! How would I be able to help her?
Not only is she unhappy, she's plain suicidal… I know, I've visited her many a time as she lay in the hospital, failed attempt after failed attempt, and all I can do is sit by her bed, watching her hooked up to probably every machine in the hospital, wondering why in the world she is so unhappy. I always want so bad to hold her hand, so stay there all night with her, so when she finally wakes, I would be the first person she would see, and I'd be able to comfort her and be there for her and figure out why she's so miserable. It kills me so much to think that she wants to die… she is one of the greatest parts of my life, no matter how much she hates me; she means the world to me, and if she were to leave me, I don't know what I'd do, especially if she never knew how I felt about her. Sometimes I get so afraid… what if in of the long periods that I don't see her, she succeeds? I know I'd have two choices… live my life without her ever knowing, without ever seeing her beautiful smile again, and just having her in my life, or following after her. In my state of mind, I'd be tempted to go the second route. Very tempted. After all, what's here without Mimi? Sora, yes, but really, she could find someone else… I know without Mimi in my life at all, I would fall apart.
"Yama? Yama!" Sora calls my name as she waves her hand in front of my eyes. I blink, and look up. Mimi's looking at me with one raised eyebrow; Sora just smiles. "You okay? You were spacing out there for quite a while," I smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine... just tired," I reply.
"I would be too, if I were up as late as you were last night!' Sora says, taking a sip of her drink. Mimi snorts.
"Careful, Ishida. You know what they say, over-masturbation causes blindness," she sneers while sipping her drink.
"Ha, you would know. I can get some real action," I retort. Sora sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Oh really? Judging by the way you have that wrinkled shirt inside out and a large stain on your chest, I would think not," Mimi says simply.
My eyes immediately dart down.
Damn. She's right. I know she's smirking without even looking at her.
"You know, if Sora-chan didn't catch that, how did you, being so rapt in conversation?" I ask, smirking. I know she hates me, but hey. She's human. I can see her looking at me, quite often. Her eyes widen slightly.
"Yamato, how is it that you have your head so far up your own ass that-"
"Oh please, I'm the one with my head up my ass? Look in the mirror, Tachi-"
"Mimi! Yama! Stop it!" Sora said harshly, sitting up. "Must you two squabble like a couple of children every time you see each other? It's really infuriating!" She glared at us both. I glare at Mimi once more, wondering why she has a sadness in her eyes that is so mysterious. She does the same to me, and we turn away from each other. Sora sighs, then continues rambling about some show in Milan and how the them is going to be tropical, and blah blah blah.
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Yama POV, later that day
"Oh Yama, I thought we were going to go shopping for some new furniture today?"
I sigh. That woman loves to shop.
"Sora, we don't really need any more furniture. And besides, my mother's been bugging me about how I never see her anymore, and how she hardly knows her daughter in law, and… well, I feel kinda bad. It's been a few months since I last saw her. Besides, my brother's going to be there, and I haven't seen him since he went to the U.S. to promote his book, and that was a year ago. You haven't actually met him yet, have you?"
"No, but I guess I can't wait. You make them sound incredible," she responds. I can't help but smile. She actually wants to meet my family. This is becoming all too real. It's great.
We step into the subway, to her slight protests about hygiene and 'weird people', and step out not 5 minutes later.
I'm glad once we get out into the fresh, or maybe not so fresh, air. It's a cool day and Sora is clinging to my arm, shivering slightly. I offered her my jacket, but seeing as the blue color of my jacket and its '80's cut' is out of fashion, she declines, opting for her knitted white jacket-thing that matches better with her outfit and her painful shoes. I call it a jacket-thing because it looks sort of like a jacket but is very loose and airy with all of the hol-ventilations, sorry, so therefore, is not a real jacket.
She can be so strange sometimes.
We arrive at the small white house in good time; I think that any longer in this wind, with her jacket-thingy, and she would have started going into hypothermia.
"Alrighty, be prepared," I warn her.
"For what?" she turns to me and asks, her eyebrow arched. I chuckle and hit the doorbell. Immediately,
"OOOOOOH!!! IS THAT MY BABY BOY?!?!" a voice from inside the house calls out. I snicker a little as Sora's face pales a bit. The door swings open, and my mother, all 140 pounds of her, hurtles at me, knocking me back a bit.
"Yamato! Oh, my little baby boy! Oh, it's about time you came to see me, I miss you so much some times!" she says, I think close to tears. She grabs my face, inspecting me for any signs of drunkenness, drugs, lack of sleep, lack of food, anything. She tisks, which means she's found something wrong.
"You're not getting enough sleep. And look at you, you're a walking beanpole! Good thing you came just before I was going to make dinner… you look starved!" she says, still holding onto my face, but looking down at the rest of me. By this point, I'm a little embarrassed. I warned Sora to be ready, but I don't think I was quite ready myself. My mother is quite a mother.
"Mom… you know me, I'm just naturally skinny… and my schedule is kind of hectic…" I explain, as she grabs me by the neck for another bear hug.
"Oh, I know, I know… I just worry about you… out in the world and without me," she says, and sighs. "It happens to everyone, I know, but to me, you're still my little" Oh god, here comes the name, "Yama-bear," she says, looking at me endearingly. Sora sniggers a little. I glare at her.
"And Sora, it's been a while," she says, awfully coolly. I don't know if it's apparent to Sora, but my mother doesn't like her. She insists there's something 'off' about her and that she's up to no good.
"Yes, it has," Sora responds ever so politely. She turns. "What a lovely garden you have here… I love roses. Too bad I can't grow any, but naturally, the pent-house has no room for them," she says cheerily. My mother frowns a bit.
"What a pity that that pent house can't grow them, but that must mean you must keep it too drafty for any type of flower," she says, then turns to me.
"You must be freezing, with that thin jacket and no meat on your bones… come on in!" she says, practically dragging me inside. I turn and shrug to Sora, who smiles back.
A shorter, tad bit stockier, near mirror image of myself walks down the stairs.
"Hey! Big bro, how are you? I haven't heard from you in ages!" T.K. exclaims. I grin and grab him into a tight hug.
"I know, it's really been too long. I'm great, but how are you? How were the States?"
"Eh, alright, although I must admit, I missed the girls back home. American girls are… weird." He says, trying his best to be polite, as always. I chuckle.
'That they are, especially when they're obsessive. Normal girls are scary when obsessive. American girls can get downright terrifying," I say, and he and I laugh.
"So, this is the famed Takenouchi Sora, soon to be Ishida Sora," he says, looking admiringly at my fiancé.
"Why yes it is… it's a pleasure to meet you. Yama talks a lot about you," she replies, bowing a little bit.
"I'm sure he tells you nothing but embarrassing stories, but half of it isn't true," he says, mock glaring at me.
"Oh no, I speak well of you, and I don't lie, especially when I'm telling her about that time you got out of the bath tub, slipped on a puddle of water, and flew out the window, butt naked, and grabbed onto a branch. In the front yard." I say, grinning evilly. His eyes widened, and he turned red, but in a moment, he countered,
"Well, I'm sure you've told her all about the time you were in a hurry to meet your girlfriend at the café, so you just grabbed the jeans right out of the wash without looking at them, and rode on the subway all the way down to downtown Tokyo with mom's yellow bra stuck to your ass," he smirks. My face reddens a bit too. Sora sniggers again.
"Very nice, Yama," she giggles. Just then, mom re-enters the room.
"Dinner will be ready in 20… T.K., why don't you go show Sora around the gardens. Yama, dear, help me make dinner, please," she says. T.K. and I give each other knowing glances. Mom's gonna talk to me about something awfully important… and she'll probably lecture me too. I follow her into the kitchen.
"So… Sora hasn't changed much since I last met her, when she was talking all about her brand new mansion down in Nara and how disappointing it was that it didn't come with the 9 bathrooms like she wanted," she starts off with, pulling ingredients out of the fridge.
"Nope," I say. As much as I hate to say it, my mom's right… Sora is a tad bit…quite a bit materialistic.
"And you… have you talked to Mimi lately?" she says, and I instantly know where this is going. Despite me never having told her, my mother always seems to skirt around my secret love for Mimi, while never directly approaching it or letting me know she knows. I don't know if it's just because she's crazy like that (and seriously, she is crazy like that), or if it's just a mother thing.
"Just the other day, in fact,"
"Good, good… I like that girl, Yamato," she says, and I can smell a speech coming. She almost never uses my full name.
"I know," I say, trying not to roll my eyes.
"I know you know. And I know," she says, first turning to see if Sora is out of earshot, "That you like her quite a bit. You have since you were young," she says, chopping carrots. I am a bit blown back. "Don't give me that look, Yamato, you know I know. I'm your mother. How could I not?"
I just stare at her, then look out the window.
"But she hates me, Mom. She hates my guts and if I told her, she'd probably rub it in my face for the rest of my life, not to mention humiliate me in front of the world."
There's a short pause while she looks back to the fridge to get more ingredients. She tosses me a potato.
"Start peeling. Now, I know, she's not too fond of you. Maybe it's true that she does hate you. But I know Mimi well enough to know that she wouldn't humiliate you. Taunt you, maybe. Expose you, no. She knows your position very well, and the consequences of her actions. Even if she doesn't like you, tell her anyways, Yama-bear. Get it out in the open, and you'll feel a lot better. You might even get her to treat you better-"
"Out of pity!" I say this so indignantly I nearly cut my finger on the peeler.
"It doesn't matter. Love is never wrong, and you should have no shame for it. Tell her how you feel… who knows, something could happen and you might never be able to," she says. I don't think she knows how ominous she can sound sometimes. Again, her being weird, or a motherly thing?
"Anyways, now I know you and Sora are very serious. I know you… love… Sora. But I think, Yamato, if you took a second to really listen to what your heart is telling you, there's another, better direction for you to take. Now I'm not trying to tell you not to marry Sora. You're a grown man, you do as you wish. I'm just saying, from what I observe, that woman is bossy, controlling, and I'm almost certain she has some sort of hidden agenda-"
"Mom!"
"What? It's my intuition! I don't trust her! Just remember what I've told you, and be careful!" she said, waving her knife around dangerously in the air. I back up and start peeling those potatoes faster before she starts getting on me about that too.
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So. How was it?
If you're not hating Sora yet, trust me. You will.
All in good time.
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Mrs. Ishida
