Alrighty! Hello guys, how are you? The next awaited chapter of this fanfic is now here! I left you all with a pretty big cliffhanger. Due to Kasumi's meddling, Yamato and Mimi ended up in a mess where a trio of photographers are trying t snap shots of them to sell to tabloids for money. Trying to get away, they ended up in a dead-end alley. In amidst the stressful situation, things take an unexpected turn and Mimi ends up sharing a kiss with Yamato. What is going to happen next?
Bold = person's thoughts
Italics = author's notes
Bold Italics = phonecalls
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, 'nuff said.
Chapter 7 Awkward Touch
Mimi's Point of View
Y-Yamato…?
My eyes widened as I felt Yamato's lips on mine. My mind left me, I was in such a state of confusion. All I could remember was his quiet apology that he whispered in my ear. I could faintly hear the voice of the photographer that followed us to the alleyway.
"Did you find them?!" A person's voice asked.
"I could have swore I-" The photographer explained, his feet crunching on some trash on the floor at the entrance of the alleyway.
Trying to figure out some answers, I lightly shoved Yamato from me, hoping to break the kiss we were sharing.
"Ah-," I broke away from his lips for a split second.
Feeling my retaliation, he quickly moved one of his hands from my face and pushed my arm against the wall, capturing my lips again before I was able to continue my sentence.
"Mm!" I moaned, his forceful actions had me pinned down. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it resonate from my chest to my ears. I felt a sense of fear well up inside me. Yamato has never been so aggressive towards me. I couldn't fight back his actions and I felt powerless. I closed my eyes tightly, pounding his chest with my other free hand, trying to signal him to stop.
It was getting hard to breathe. Y-Yamato!
He finally parted from me and I gasped loudly, struggling to catch my breath. I could hear him doing the same, breathing heavily.
"N-Nevermind, I'm probably mistaken." The photographer stammered, "L-Let's leave this area, we're wasting our time here."
The 2 pair of footsteps scurried away from us and all I could hear left was the busyness of the crowd outside the alleyway and Yamato's breathlessness. I immediately felt my face grow insanely warm. What just happened?
"Meems…," Yamato called my name, startling me. I hesitantly looked up at him. As soon as I saw a small tinge of his blue eyes, I saw him lean in towards me. He still had his grip on my arm that was forced to the wall. I could feel my hand shaking. I was scared.
Closing my eyes tightly, I wished for Yamato's forceful actions to cease. Did he know that the photographers had left? Please don't…
I felt the grip on my arm loosen and that same hand, brush away the bangs from my forehead. He silently planted a kiss on my forehead. This kiss was such a contrast from just moments ago. His lips were soft and barely grazed my skin. The rapid heart rate that sprinted through my body had slowed down its pace.
Within a few seconds, he moved back from me, taking his black blazer off our heads. I could feel the cool air rush into the enclosed space we shared just minutes ago. Yamato had his back turned away from me. Walking out the alley, he looked back and forth.
I pushed myself off the wall I was leaning on, still questioning what just happened. I could feel Yamato's imprints at all the places he touched me. Each that had its own emotion attached to it. My head was spinning. I couldn't comprehend anything other than the fact that we managed to barely get away from the photographers.
"Mimi!" He say my name, jolting me out of my thoughts, "I think they're gone."
I walked out of the alley where I could finally see, squinting at the brightness of the sun. Yamato had his sunglasses on and his expression was as if nothing happened.
"Ah…that's good," I managed to reply.
"Com'n, we should head back home before they come back around here," He suggested. I quietly nodded and trailed behind him.
The whole ride home was silent. I could see Yamato trying to start up topics, but all I gave him were simple responses. I wanted to be upfront about what just happened in the alley, but I don't know why I couldn't say anything at the moment. I was convinced that my mind was in shock and it would take a while before I would be able to ask him about it. Sometimes, during the car ride, he would call my name, but stop short of what he was going to say. I didn't have the energy to ask him further about what he was trying to say. Today took a tiring turn.
Yamato unlocked the door to the apartment as we both carried our groceries in. He placed the bags onto the table, while I sorted them out in the fridge. We didn't exchange any words.
"Mimi," He started, "Mimi."
I continued to sort the groceries.
"Mimi!" He repeated loudly. I stiffened up and turned around to the sound of his voice.
"You were putting the vegetables in the freezer," He pointed out as I looked at the fridge. He was right, the freezer door was opened and I was placing all the veggies there.
"Oh, I didn't notice…" I answered. I started to pile all the vegetables in my arms in order to move them to the correct place.
"Here, I got it," He offered, reaching for the vegetables in my arms. I stared at his hand coming towards me. The same hand he used forcibly on me just hours ago.
I moved back, dodging him.
"Mimi? Here, I'll-" He continued, reaching towards me again.
"No! Don't touch me, Yamato!" I shouted, slapping his hand away, causing myself to drop everything I had in my arms. They hit the ground and scattered all over the floor.
Silence filled the air when I quickly realized what I did. I held my hands together, they were shaking again.
I hesitantly looked towards Yamato. At first, his expression was surprised, but it became solemn and he placed his hands in his pockets, looking to the side and towards the floor.
Turning around, I retreated to my room and slammed the door. I ran to my bed and buried my face in one of my pillows, closing my eyes tightly. Why did he do that to me?
Yamato's Point of View
"Here, I got it," I offered, seeing Mimi collecting all the grocery items she placed in the freezer that were intended to be in the fridge into her arms. She continuously piled up the vegetable s in her arms without a second thought, it would be astonishing if she was able to hold them all by herself. I reached for her and she moved away from me.
Arching a brow, I tried to help her again.
"Mimi? Here, I'll-" I repeated, reaching for her again.
"No! Don't touch me, Yamato!" She yelled, slapping my hand away from her. I winced in surprise. I watched all the items in her arms hit the floor.
It was dead quiet in the room. All I could hear was the clock ticking on the wall. I set my attention on Mimi and she was holding her hands together in front of her, an uneasy expression written on her face. Her eyes looked at me in suspicion. It pierced my soul. I drew my hand back away from her, shoving both in my pockets, looking to the side and breaking our eye contact. Her footsteps stomped on the wooden floor as she left the kitchen.
She was quiet, and passive. She was like this ever since we left the plaza. I bit my lip. This was expected.
I looked towards the floor and started to pick up everything that fell out of her arms. My mind had been fixated on the incident both of us had shared hours ago. I could only think of that as the solution to get out of our problem. If the reporter had come any closer to where we were hiding, we would have been caught. Having him mistake us as a couple that wanted some privacy was the only way he would have left.
Placing everything in its designated spot in the fridge, I closed the door and put the bags away, washing my hands at the sink. Was it really the right thing to do?
Drying off my hands on the towel close to the sink, I gently placed the top of my hand on my lips. My mind replayed the memory in my head. Her lips were soft, but they were also shaking.
I clenched my other hand into a fist. Her wrist was small.
And then I remembered how hesitant she was to even meet my eyes after that kiss. I knew she was afraid, that's why…
Images of what happened right after the first kiss floated into my thoughts.
I could feel my ears getting warm.
"It's not like she'd figure out the difference…," I sighed.
That's just wishful thinking…
Mimi's Point of View
I sighed for the what-must-have-been the 30th time in my pillow. I tried sorting out my thoughts, but my head was a mess. I sent a text message to Sora, hoping she'd reply because I was in distress, but considering it was late, it wasn't likely.
I spaced out, staring into the darkness of my room, thinking about today. I touched my lips as I recalled Yamato's bold actions that caught me off guard over and over in my mind. The emotions I felt towards him during that moment were in a jumble. It was a mix of nervousness, worry and fear. My heart started to pick up its beating pace just thinking about it. And then I remembered what happened after the photographers left.
Yamato's actions afterwards were the root of my confusion. I moved my hands on my lips to my forehead. My heartbeat steadied itself.
"It was like two different people…," I whispered. I recollected how the intense grip he had on my wrist softened instantly and how gentle the kiss he placed on my forehead was.
My cheeks felt warm and I abruptly sat up in my bed. Why am I getting flustered?
"Mimi?" Yamato's muffled voice made me jump. He was knocking on my door a few times. I held onto my pillow out of reflex, watching the door to my room. He was standing on the opposite end of it.
"Are you still awake?" He asked, "I wanted to talk to you."
My heart was on a rollercoaster today. Just hearing Yamato's voice after the whole commotion made it panic.
I couldn't bring myself to form any words to reply to him. I could see his shadow block the light that was coming through the bottom of my door. He was pacing back and forth. Suddenly, his shadows stopped moving.
"She must be asleep already...," I could hear him mumble to himself, "If that's the case..." I slowly rested my head back onto my bed and pillow. He's going back to his room now.
I felt relief when Yamato stopped knocking on my door. I'm usually a confrontational person, but today had me so confused, the last thing I wanted to see before I went to sleep was his face. I could feel drowsiness settle on my eyelids. Everything from today started to retreat into the corners of my head.
"…Meems, I'm sorry I scared you," He apologized. I opened my eyes, sitting up from my bed again. His presence was still outside my door.
"I didn't mean to do that…I really didn't, it's just-," He muttered and suddenly paused.
"What the heck am I even doing…?" I could hear him groaning to himself.
Yamato's almost silent frustrations were being relayed across the door.
"Good night, Mimi, we'll talk tomorrow," His last words, barely audible followed his footsteps stepping away from my door.
"I look awful," I bluntly stated, staring at the mirror. My eyes had dark circles from tossing and turning for most of the night. I barely got any shuteye except close to the morning. Sora surprisingly replied last night and we decided to meet up today for lunch. Brushing my hair, I decided to dress simple. A white off the shoulder crop top coupled with knee-length, pastel blue denim jeans.
I adjusted my tote bag on my shoulder. It's pretty quiet, is Yamato still asleep?
I opened my door just a creak and looked across the hall. His door was closed. Walking out quietly, I shut my room's door and headed to the kitchen. No sign of Yamato. Opening the door of the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of juice and started gulping it down. My eyes suddenly spotted a paper on the dinner table.
"Going out early to do some errands, Won't be home until late – Yamato." I read out loud.
I placed the note back on the table. Is he avoiding me now?
Things were going to be awkward for a while.
My phone started to ring and I picked it up, hearing Sora's cheerful voice. She was letting me know she was on the way to the apartment to pick me up. After saying our goodbyes, I sat at the table, tapping the wooden surface, staring at the note.
"Maybe we should have talked yesterday…" I sighed, staring at Yamato's handwriting on the paper.
The doorbell rang after a few more minutes of waiting and I grabbed my bag, getting ready to head out.
Yamato's Point of View
"Well." Taichi replied simply. He crossed his arms on the table and stared at me. I couldn't read his expression. I could tell he was going through a series of emotions before deciding on one.
"I don't know what to tell you," He sighed, "Why did you even do that in the first place?"
I placed my face on my hands. Asking advice from Taichi was one of the hardest things because he was always half serious about it.
"I told you, it was to avoid the photographers!" I impatiently exclaimed. Taichi put his hands up and I relaxed in my chair, "Com'n Taichi, I need your advice. Give me something."
"Alright, alright, I'm thinking," He reassured me, scratching his head, "Have you explained to her why you exactly kissed her?"
"…No," I replied, "I didn't know how to bring it up…and yesterday when I was going to, she had already gone to sleep."
"The longer you let to go on, the harder it is for you to bring it up, you know that right?" Taichi asked. I nodded. He slung his arm off the chair and casually sipped his coffee.
"Maybe you can just call her, meet up, apologize and then move on," Taichi suggested, "You already kissed her, it's not like you can reverse time."
"You think she'll accept my apology?" I mumbled.
"No," Taichi answered, "Knowing Mimi, she'll get riled up that you kissed her without permission. She'll be like 'ISHIDA, YOU JERK! DON'T COME NEAR ME EVER AGAIN!'"
"Taichi, be serious!" I said loudly. My best friend laughed heartily. Despite how irritating this guy can be, his carefree attitude did make me feel better.
"Meems isn't going to hold it against you," Taichi continued, "It's not her nature. The most she'd do is bring it up as a joke."
"I hope you're right," I replied, looking at my friend.
"Besides, you only kissed her once right?" Taichi added, "If you did it multiple times, we might have a problem."
I turned red and looked at the side, covering my mouth.
"Yamato?" Taichi said.
Mimi's Point of View
"Oh." Sora replied after I told her everything that happened yesterday.
"Oh? Is that all? OH?!" I wondered, "Yamato kissed me!"
"It was out of the blue?" She asked calmly.
"Yes! He was really lucky that the photographers didn't see us, or we would be in trouble," I explained. I played with the straw swirling in my drink.
"Hmmm…" Sora thought out loud, "I'm sure he had a reason he kissed you."
"What could that be?" I inquired, not entirely convinced.
"Maybe he likes you?" She winked. I looked at my best friend dully.
"Sora, please be serious here," I brushed off her comment as she quietly giggled.
"Alright, the only thing I can think of is to throw off the photographers," She replied.
"Why would that-" I started before gasping, thinking about the incident and madly blushed. If the photographers left because of us, then what exactly were they…hearing!?
"Why would what?" Sora repeated, trying to get me to complete my reply.
"N-Nevermind." I diverted her response, "Anyways, I don't know how to bring it up to him. He wanted to talk yesterday but I pretended to be asleep so we wouldn't have to…"
The waiter came over and handed us our lunch bill.
"Just bring it up," Sora replied, "If Yamato wanted to talk about it yesterday, he should still want to talk about it today."
Sora and I placed some cash for the bill and stood up from the table.
"He's out today though, I don't know when he'll be back," I told her. She was staring at her phone as we were walking out the restaurant.
"Well, you'll see him eventually… you guys live together…," She replied. I frowned.
"Are you texting Taichi?!" I exclaimed, putting my hands on my hips, "Com'n Sora, I need your full attention here!"
She quickly typed something to Taichi and locked her phone.
"Okay, sorry! How about we go shopping over there? You need something to get your mind off of things!" She lightly pushed me and onwards in the direction of the shops.
We window shopped through the first series of stores. I didn't have the motivation of walking in and shopping. My mind was still thinking about Yamato. Was that why he apologized? Because he didn't want to do it, but he couldn't think of any way out? That would make sense but…
My mind brought me back to the last kiss he gave me on my forehead. That one felt…different.
"Mimi!" I heard Sora call my name. I looked up and I saw her standing in front of a bench, waving me over. I treated Sora to icecream after our lunch. I sat down next to her. She was happily licking her cone while I scooped some icecream from my cup with the small spoon.
"Thanks for the ice cream, Mimi," She expressed her gratitude. I nodded and thanked her for spending time with me. We sat in each other's company for quite a while in silence until I decided to break it.
"Sora?" I asked, staring at my icecream, "What was your first kiss with Taichi like?"
"Hmm? That's a random question," She replied. I poked the small spoon into my icecream.
"It's more random how you're not flustered over me asking," I fired back, sneering at her. She placed her hand on her lap and stared at her ice cream cone.
"It wasn't anything special," She explained to me, "He just kissed me."
"Oh, com'n Sora, give me details!" I poked her arm repeatedly. A small smile formed across her face. I can see she was getting embarrassed.
"Well, I guess we were on a date at an amusement park and after that fun-filled day, he drove me home," Sora explained, "I was so surprised."
"Surprised he laid one on you?!" I grinned. My best friend chuckled lightly.
"No, I was surprised that he was so nervous," She answered, "He was really gentlemanly that day. Walking me to my door and just before leaving, asking for permission to kiss me."
Sora had a gleeful expression on her face as she looked towards the sky.
"I can still remember how he stumbled over his words and how fidgety he was, waiting for my response. He must have been stressed all day," She started laughing, "But when I said 'Yes,' I could have sworn he looked like the happiest boy in the world."
How sweet. Her experience sounds so different compared to mine and Yamato's…
"So, under the moonlight, we shared our first kiss together," Sora concluded, "His kiss was simple and sweet, but expressed a lot."
"Expressed a lot?" I wondered. Sora tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear.
"I don't know how to explain it, but… I could feel from how he kissed me that he really cherished me. I felt protected by his kiss, as if it would never hurt me." She replied.
I gazed at my best friend for a few seconds before seeing her place her hand on her cheek, turning red.
"A-Anyways, it wasn't a big deal!" She stammered.
"AHH! SORA, your icecream is melting onto your fingers!" I shouted, seeing melting streaks on her hands that have now appeared on her face. She looked down and surely enough her icecream melting spilled over the cone and down her hand. She swiftly held her icecream away from her clothes and unzipped her bag to fish out some napkins and then she froze.
"What's wrong, Sora? I have napkins here," I reassured her, handing her some from my own bag.
"I just realized I forgot my wallet at the restaurant! Can you wait for me here?" She frantically asked me.
"Eh?! Ok, I can go with you-" I told her.
"No! It's a hassle, just stay here! I'll clean up and be back soon," She left the bench and started to hurriedly make her way back to the restaurant with her half-melted ice cream cone in her hand.
I watched her go and sighed, sitting on the bench that was in front of a fountain. I could feel the light mist from the water touch my face.
"I guess I'll just relax here until she comes back," I told myself, crossing my legs and finishing my icecream. My thoughts went back to the words that Sora told me about her kiss with Taichi. A simple and sweet kiss that expressed more than words ever could…
"That first kiss wasn't simple or sweet…," I muttered, "But…"
My mind rewinded the unforgettable one afterwards. I couldn't let that one go.
"God, that Taichi…he goes running to the restroom and then tells me to wait here, is he kidding?" I heard a familiar voice. I turned around and I found myself staring at the person I've been worried about since yesterday. No way.
He was standing with his hands in his pockets, looking around.
"Excuse me," He started. I jumped.
"Y-Yes…?" I barely answered. I'm not ready for this!
"Is this seat next to you taken?" He asked. I stood up quickly and turned towards Yamato, blushing.
"OF COURSE NOT, ALL YOURS!" I shouted, as I made a run for it, but I felt him grab my arm before I even got anywhere.
"Mimi?!" He asked. We made eye contact and I felt myself shriveling at his presence.
Yamato used his other hand and facepalmed.
"Taichi…" I could hear him grumbling.
"Those two planned this," I told Yamato, "Sora just made some excuse and ran off earlier."
"How would they-" Yamato questioned and we both knew the answer and grew flustered. Yamato let go of my arm.
"Sorry about that," He ruffled his hair, "I didn't mean to grab you."
"It's okay…" I murmured. We both sat down on the bench together. There was an awkward silence between us. He's not saying anything…
I peered at Yamato at the corner of my eye and I could see him leaning back on the bench, staring at the sky. I started to feel irritated. He's already here and he won't say anything?! Fine, if he won't start it, I will!
A lump formed in my throat. Easier thought out than done. I gathered up all my courage.
"You know, about yesterday…!" I exclaimed, hearing him say the same thing to me.
"O-Oh." He stumbled on his words, "You, go ahead."
"No, you can go first," I relayed his words back at him. We were both looking at each other.
He sighed tiredly.
"About yesterday…I'm sorry I did that to you," He apologized, "The kiss was to give the photographers a reason not to approach us. A bit ironic, but it was the only thing I could think of when we were both cornered during the time."
"If we weren't stuck, I wouldn't have done something like that. I know I scared you, but you don't have to worry, I won't do it again," He continued. I listened to Yamato's explanation and my heart started to calm down. His words were sincere.
"Ok, I believe you," I replied, "I was just really confused and shocked about the whole thing, so I'm sorry for slapping your hand."
He looked at the hand I slapped and his face lit up as if he just remembered it.
"You know, you smacked my hand pretty hard," He told me, "It was still red this morning."
My eyes widened.
"Really?!" I exclaimed, examining his hand, "Oh no! I didn't think-"
"I'm just kidding, Meems," He chuckled. I looked up at him and he had a smile back on his face. I punched his shoulder as he winced. My heart felt lighter. Things were finally back to normal between us.
And then I remembered one more thing from yesterday.
"Yamato?" I called his name. His chuckles came to a halt.
"What's up?" He asked.
"You said that the first kiss was to drive the photographers away," I said, "But the second one… The photographers already left."
This is the last thing I need to know.
"What was your reason for kissing me the second time?" I finally asked. My heart picked up its pace again. Maybe Sora was…
"That kiss…" He softly mumbled, "I-"
Here it comes!
"Aren't you, Yamato Ishida?" I heard a man's deep voice interrupt the both of us, "Is this your girlfriend?"
Yamato rapidly stood up in reflex and walked in front of me, preventing the stranger from coming any closer.
"…TAICHI." I heard Yamato utter his close friend's name. I peeked from behind Yamato and saw Taichi with a big grin on his face. I sweatdropped. Get ready t run, Taichi.
"Yama-" Taichi started, but Yamato grabbed the brown-haired boy's shirt collar.
"NOT FUNNY." Yamato continued, glaring at Taichi as he flinched, putting his hands up in defense.
"I tried to stop him…" Sora sighed, her fingers rubbing her temples.
Sora walked past the both of them and sat down on the bench next to me.
"Sorry about having to setting you up, but knowing you two, it might have taken another week to even bring it up," Sora said apologetically, "Are you guys okay now?"
I nodded, "We're good."
My best friend's face lit up and she smiled happily for me. Even though I would have preferred to settle this with Yamato without any of their meddling, I was grateful things were resolved.
My eyes turned to Yamato who was fuming his anger towards a scared Taichi. I thought about the forehead kiss he gave me one last time, before storing the incident away. Well, I guess some questions are best left unanswered…
Yamato and I spent the rest of the day hanging out with Taichi and Sora before heading home.
Flicking on the light switch to the apartment, Yamato hung his keys on the wall and walking into the kitchen. I took my time, taking off my shoes, following after him.
"You can wash up first," He pointed, "We had a long day."
I thanked him and headed towards my room to grab my things. I decided to take a bath just to give not just my brain, but my body a peace of mind after today.
Turning on the faucet, I let the water stream down my fingers and adjusted the warmth of the water until it was my liking.
Dipping my feet in first to test the water one last time, I slipped into the bath slowly before settling my arms on the edge of the tub, placing a towel on my head.
I sighed, feeling my muscle relax and closed my eyes. The steam felt refreshing on my face and in my pores. I could hear the splashing of the water as I slightly moved underneath it.
Suddenly, I could hear the sound of guitar coming from what I think was the living room. Yamato was tuning his guitar. I could hear him pluck the strings one by one. After a few more plucks, I could hear Yamato start playing a tune. Despite being a bassist, he was really good with the guitar as well. The tune was finally accompanied with his voice. I closed my eyes again and listened quietly to the song he was singing outside. He has a nice voice…
My phone which I had left within arm's reach of the tub rang a text notification and I opened my eyes, taking it in my hands.
"Oh, it's Sora," I spoke softly to myself. I clicked to open the message.
"You know, I was thinking about something funny." (S)
"?" (M)
"It's funny how you were so troubled over Yamato kissing you when every girl in Japan probably dreams of it." (S)
"It wasn't that bad, right? ;)" (S)
I almost dropped my phone into the water.
"Hahaha, joke's over, Sora. This isn't funny!" (M)
"I'm being honest right now! I dated Yamato for a few months back in middle school, we never kissed. It doesn't matter now but" (S)
"WHAT?! YOU DATED HIM!?" (M)
"I thought I told you. It was only 2 months and we decided we were better off as friends." (S)
"DOES TAICHI KNOW ABOUT THIS!?" (M)
"Yes, he does. I told him before I even asked Yamato out." (S)
"Oh, Taichi must have been so hurt. You're horrible, Sora." (M)
"Well, Yamato figured I was on the fence between him and Taichi. You'd be surprised at how much he notices things. That's why we decided to just be friends." (S)
"You're super lucky, Taichi was hopelessly in love with you since we were kids. Took you long enough to realize who you liked. He was literally in front of your face the whole time." (M)
"This is a story for another time, Meems. Now answer the question! And be honest." (S)
"It was…okay." (M)
There was a halt to our quick messaging.
I stared at my phone for the longest time, waiting for Sora to answer.
"This girl is messing with me…" I sighed, putting my phone back into my bag which was on the floor of the bathroom. I pulled the drain in the tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around myself.
Wiping off the mist on the mirror, I got another small towel and dried my hair, eyeing my reflection.
I heard my phone's text notification and turned my head towards the direction.
"Ah, that must be S-" I started, before freezing up. A big spider was making its way down from the ceiling and it was right across my face.
"S-S-SPIDERR!" I screamed, turning towards the door and ripping it open before running out. I collided into something hard, when I blindly headed to my room and I felt a warm hand on my bare shoulder.
I looked up and saw Yamato just about to turn into his room, but our collision caused him to grab me before I fell backward from impact.
"Mim-" He started to question.
"YAMATO, KILL THAT SPIDER IN THE BATHROOM!" I shouted, pointing towards the misty room I came out of.
He let go of my shoulder and walked over to check the bathroom in confusion.
"It was right next to me, coming down from the ceiling!" I said, following him cautiously. I saw him looking around.
"I don't see it anywhere," He replied, "Are you sure it wasn't your imagination?"
"No! NO! Why would I imagine that?!" I asked, defensively. I gasped before my eyes trailed to my clothes and my opened bag on the floor.
"W-What happens if it went in my stuff!?" I exclaimed, anxiously, "Yamato! Check my stuff!"
He paused and stood there silently.
"Mimi…" He started. At the corner of my eye, I saw the spider on the floor as it darted towards me and the door and out of the bathroom.
"It's RIGHT HERE, YAMATO!" I shrieked, maneuvering myself away from it, "DO SOMETHING! IT'S HEADING TO MY ROOM!"
"Yamato! Why are you just standing here!? It's going to get away!" I pointed, glancing up towards his face. His face was flustered and I could see him clenching his fists. Our eyes met and he quickly averted his glance.
"Yamato?" I looked at him confused.
"I'll find that spider for you, but if you want me to do that…" He mumbled, "C-Could you please let go of my arm and get dressed first?"
That's when I noticed that I was latched onto Yamato's arm and still in my towel. I blushed and quickly let go, allowing him to finally leave. I saw him rapidly walk out of the bathroom, turning in the direction of where the spider made its getaway.
My attention left him and then I looked at the sight in front of me and now realized why Yamato was silent earlier. My undergarments and clothes were within plain sight near my bag.
"Oops…" I laughed awkwardly.
The spider met its demise shortly after my outburst. Sora and I weren't huge fans of bugs or spiders so if it was the two of us and that happened, I wouldn't know what we'd do. After some awkward eye contact, I managed to apologize to Yamato for the whole ordeal. He brushed it off and it didn't seem like he wanted to mention it ever again. As quiet as he was, I could tell earlier, his image was far from cool.
"and that's it," He concluded, placing his hand against the strings of the guitar, "What do you think?"
We were both sitting on the couch. Yamato had asked me to listen to the latest addition to his compositions. I opened my eyes and smiled.
"I like it," I told him, "Is this going to be the song your band will come back with?"
He shook his head, "This was just something I was working on for fun. I don't know if it'll end up in an album or anything."
"Oh? When am I going to get to hear the song you're going to use for your comeback?" I asked eagerly.
He placed a finger at his lips with a cunning smirk.
"It's a secret," He replied, before strumming his guitar again idly, "No one's going to hear it ahead of time."
I turned to look at him, "What?! Why so exclusive? At least let me hear it, I'm your roommate!"
"Sorry, no can do, it's confidential until D-day," He waved his hand with rejection in front of me. I balled my fists and shot a fiery gaze at him.
"Not fair! A highly anticipated song like that shouldn't be hidden away from me!" I expressed my thoughts, "I've waited so long to hear a real song by your group and I can't even have a snippet?! Whatever it is, I want to hear it because I know it'll be amazing!"
He stopped strumming his guitar and stared at me with a surprised expression on his face.
"What?" I asked.
Clearing his throat, he placed his guitar to the side, "I-I'm going to shower."
I watched him stand up from his spot on the couch and hastily make his way to the hallway, my eyes followed him until he disappeared. The way he walked out just now reminded me of how he left the bathroom after the spider. My mind revisited his flustered expression from earlier and I couldn't help but choke on a laugh. I've never seen Yamato that red before. He was frozen stiff and awkward like he didn't even know how to handle the whole situation. His shy side was actually kind of endearing.
I'll be sure to tease him about that later…
I got up from the couch and walked towards the balcony, sliding the door open. The breeze was a bit chilly but refreshing. I gazed at the bright moon that shined in the night.
"How pretty," I admired, placing my hands together around my back. It's only been a month since we've lived together, but so much has happened.
"Maybe being friends with Yamato just attracts all this drama," I sighed, "And here I thought I'd be living a normal life back in Japan."
Suddenly, A loud crash was heard inside the apartment.
"MIMI!" Yamato's voice blared.
"NEXT TIME DRAIN ALL THE SOAPY WATER WHEN YOU TAKE A BATH!" Another announcement from him followed shortly.
I rubbed my temples, "Things are never quiet around here, are they?"
Not much of a cliffhanger but there ends the chapter! I'm gonna be honest with my readers, but I apologize for the delay in the release of this chapter. I kind of lost a bunch of momentum when writing and editing this chapter. The other chapters were much easier to write, but for some reason, this one was givng me a hard time. I can say this is the best I was able to do and I am somewhat satisfied with it (after a million times editing this thing). I hope you guys enjoyed reading it and please leave a review if you'd like. Anyways, it'll just get more exciting from here. Thanks for reading guys and I'll see you in the next chapter. (: -Chii (4/9/16)