Xymi Angel Ghost: hey girl, thanks for the review again... and did you forget to update again? C'mon, please don't abandon us!
Ms. Unknown: stealing mites? lol, have you tried that urself?
theladyknight: LOL I don't think it'll turn yellow again. Thanks for the suggestion, it's great, not stupid, especially if that was the first thing came to mind.
Curtis Zidane Ziraa: im sure Mimi would sue him if she could. lol I have a question for you though, this just popped up in my head. Since you're a girl, why do you have a boy's login name?
Sweet-Sorato: So glad you like it!
Banana Flavored Eskismo: Glad you enjoy it, and same goes for you, you must update your fic fast!
kanila: no probs, I love reading situations like that when they have to sleep together. Too bad it's too good to happen 24/7. So i'm trying! Don't suffocate from laughing too much!
Wandering Rain: ::gasp, eyes pop like bubbles at all the reviews:: so good to see you again, ur bloody awesome for the compliments and congratulation on the engagement.. or er... near engagement. hope to hear from you soon.
SylverKa: that's alright, there's only two mistakes, not that the review was more than one sentence... but that's beside the point, do you speak another language? glad you enjoy it!
Jessica Grimaldo: Thank you! Everyone's lazy. lol...
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refreshment: Sora is thinking of a way to move out of Mimi's apartment. Meanwhile, at the hotel....
"You didn't tell me you were making a song for Sora.." Jeff stood in front of the television screen. An enormous head with exceptionally long spiky hair ejected a shadow over the floor.
"No kidding, but I still working on the lyrics. Everything I write is completely crap. Now will you get out of the way so I get some stuff done?"
Jeff revealed a piece of paper from behind his back, "So these are the lyrics?"
"Hmph," Yamato scoffed, "Yeah... where did you find that?"
"Inside the pillow case, I couldn't sleep well last night because the pillow was so rigid. I keep think there's something wrong with my own head. Next time, keep your stuff on your own bed."Jeff said, he unfolded the paper and held it up as if it was the key to a treasure chest.
"Have you read it yet?"
"No..." Jeff replied.
"Good, give it back to me."
"Nah, I want to hear your song. After all, you're going to sing it at the concert. So why not let me hear it now." Jeff cleared his throat and put on a grin so wide it extended to his ears.
He started the recital,
"In your eyes...
I see the color of a dancing flame
the color of a love vulture on a magical flight
the color of passion and lust
the color of hot chili spice
And your hair jump with the light of the morning.."Jeff paused a second to laugh at him.
"You think you're not in my league,
Too dull for me,
but you have no idea,
what feelings you're creating,
I think about you,
night and day, inside and out,(chorus)
did you have to be that mushy?"
"Who told you to read it anyway?" Yamato countered back with a noisome snort.
He continued nonetheless, half giggling half reading,
"your pleasure satisfying me like a battery charge,
your smell carries a minty scent that refresh my mind,
your touch as soft as feather
You think you're not especial enough,
but I want to prove you wrong,
the feelings you're creating,
Baby I know it's real
(chorus 2x)"
Jeff finished with a rise of brunette brows, unsure of what sort of comment to give.
"Don't tell me it's stupid. I said I'm still working on it."
"God, you're pathetic." Jeff said regardless of his warning.
"What? You ass... I spent a freakin 25 minutes on it and you're telling me it's pathetic?"
"No no... I said YOU are. You're head is pathetic enough to make up pointless songs like this so you might as well tear this sheet apart and start fresh. I mean, battery charge? So Sora's the energizer bunny now?"
"Use some imagination..."Yamato suggested.
"I think you went overboard with your pea sized imagination."Jeff sighed and walked to sit next to his friend. "You need some help from the pro of song writing."
"Anyone but you,"
"Yes me." Jeff raised his voice, "We've been in this business for how long? Four years? And who came up with most of the songs?"
"Me." Yamato stated and crossed his arms.
"Ah, shut up. Those girls just dig your hair too much. They spent too much time staring at your butt rather than pay attention to your dumb lyrics."
"At least it's working, we're making money aren't we?"
"Yeah, well once you grow old no one's going to buyit anymore. Now, back to this... leave out the chili spice part, she's going to crazy ideas... "
Yamato listened to him for such a long time that he closed his eyes and sleep took over him in seconds. His head naturally inched down by the second, then completely melted onto the seat.
"... and let me hear the melody... Ishida? Are you falling asleep?"
Sapphire eyes shot out, he arouse to sit straight with his spine away from the seat. "Oh, no. Keep talking," he yawned.
"Forget it, dammit, you're not even paying attention," Jeff flung his arm out and tossed the sheet into the air. Since it was light as a feather, it made a curve, averted to the direction it was released and bounced off his own forehead.
"Where's Spencer?" Yamato looked around.
"He just left, said he's hungry and needed to taste some Chinese. So he drove to Chinatown with some chick."
"Oh,"Yamato nodded in understanding, "Where's TK?"
"Your bro? Oh he went out to meet Kari. Probably locking themselves in the washer machine and doing it in the laundry room."
"Oh." Yamato yawned again, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee."
"Help yourself," Jeff took his place on the cushion when he left the room. Yamato pulled himself up, wobbling to the kitchen area on his fuzzy slippers.
Yamato poured himself a cup of steaming brown coffee, and sniffled the sweetaroma to allow himself to familiarize with the flavor. After closing the shelf door and putting everything back in place, he ripped open a bag of sugar. His hands were positioned above the bag, ready to spill the sugar onto his coffee. He watched amusing while the white sand like particles poured onto the hot liquid, sinking in once they hit the surface. Yamato stirred the coffee quickly before taking a sip. He walked as he started sipping, his slippers slipping against the tile floor. Then it hit him, Jeff's words. Oh he went out to meet Kari. Probably locking themselves in the washer machine and doing it in the laundry room.
Clash.
"HE WHAT!?!?!"
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"That punk! Who does he think he is. Believe me, when I see his face again, I'll make sure I will greet him with a friendly punch!"Yamato roared across the hall, angry stomps led to the laundry room.
Jeff hopped on his feet to keep up with him while he struggled to get his shoes on.
"Calm down Ishida. I was just kidding about TK!"
"That doesn't give him the excuse to mess around with a house keeping girl!"
"Well, if you haven't noticed," Jeff shouted across the public hallway, "so are you!"
Yamato stopped dead in his tracks, then fell to the wall as if he had just been shot on the leg.
"Sora,"he slowly called her name, "Sora is, an exception."
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"House keeping."
"Just a second," Was the immediate response that I received. Footsteps pounded louder and he unlocked the door. It opened, revealing Spencer in his sleep wear with his hair unbrushed.
"Hey Sora," he smiled kindly.It didn't last very long, once Spencer's face averted from her body, he went back togrumpy weekday moodand shouted at the bathroom door, "YAMATO! YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE."
"I'll be right out, wait," the sound of toilet flushing last for the whole waiting time, then a zipper whooshed and the bathroom unlocked with a click.
"Hurry up, you're making me wait for too long. I'm think I mightthrow up onyour girlfriendif you don't let me in."
"I'm coming out! Yeesh! Is it that much of an emergenzy?"
"YES!Oh.. those black beansI ateat that Chinese restaurant, I think it's coming back up because my stomach hates it."
"Okay Okay! If I hear more details, I'm going to throw up too."Yamato finally managed to come out of the bathroom.
"Thank heaven!" Spencer rushed in and started vomiting while Yamato kindly closed the door for him.
Sapphire eyes blinked with surprise when he saw her girlfriend. "Whoa Sora! Why are you here with your cart? Why do you have that dress again?"
"I got back to work," She declared with a proud posture, then nicely shoved him out of the way and pulled the cart in.
"I thought you were fired. Let me guess, Mimi cocked a gun at your manager so he was forced to let you have your job back?"
"I don't appreciate the sarcasm."
"If you say so, darling." Yamato laughed teasingly.
"Me and my lawyer went to court with the customer who treated me like a slave. We won and the manager gave me another chance," She explained on their way to his room.
"Why bother with it?"
"You see, we're sorta short of money because Mimi spent it all on clothes."
"You should have told me sooner. I could have helped you."
"I don't want to cause too much trouble for you."
"Honey, it's no trouble at all. If you want cash, I got more than enough to give you."
"No!" She snapped back harshly, causing Yamato to jump back a bit. "I don't want help. Especially from you."
"Sora, is there something wrong?" Yamato asked. He walked closer and felt the need to hug her.
Soothed as Yamato's arm coiled around her own, she began to speak, "I just... don't want you to think I went out with you for your money. I don't want to use you."
Yamato mouthed an 'aw' and almost melted by her sweet words. He could stare down at her lovely face and knew she was telling nothing but the truth. This is a replicate of the perfect woman he dreamed to be in his life. At the moment, he made his decision, nothing is going to cut back on it, "Sora, I have to tell you something."
"What?" Sora grinned. The moment of truth. She knew the possibilities, either dump or keep. She didn't want to leave him yet.
"My concert is coming. After this week, I'm flying back to Japan. I want you to come with me," he said.
A single pulse shocked her to the point that she could not speak.
Yamato had to kiss her. A flash of heat entered her mouth when she allowed him to caress and hold her. She pulled back, smiling a little. She didn't answer him yet, but she knew what it would be.
Spencer just came out of the bathroom with an refreshed look when he saw the two making out. He roll his eyes, took the sign as a danger warning, and left the room for them to have some privacy.
"I love you so much that I'm not going to let you go this easily. I don't care if I have all the money in the whole, I don't care if a million other females is willing to chase me. I'd be half crazy if I went home alone knowing that I've left behind the one woman I love, so I want you to come to Odaiba. Will you marry me?" He bent down on one knee and held her fragile hands.
"You sweet talker," Sora paused to catch her breath, "Yes Yamato. I will. Where's my ring?"
Yamato chuckled, "I promise I'll get you one. Just as soon we finish something needed to be done."
"What's that?" Sora asked teasingly.
"This," Yamato lifted her by the arch of her legs and carried her on the grand bed. A intimate heat swiped over them. His muscles slipped around her, tightened to perform a sweet task he was prepared to do. She realized then, from the glimpse of hints before, that they both could control their hope for the luxurious pleasure of lovemaking. This time she had little fear for what would happen.
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RANG RANG RANG---- SLAM!
"What was that?" Sora whispered, blinking her eyes open.
"Alarm clock. It's about time I destroyed that thing,"Yamato grumbled, looking down at the mashed alarm clock on the ground. "We slept through a whole night. Shot, I have an interview today!"
"For what?"
"Radio talk show. It starts in an hour. Sorry darling, I have to go," He gave her a quick kiss.
"Come back early ok?"
"Of course." Yamato said and quick dressed himself in a black suit. He turned to the dresser and pulled out a brush to shape his hair into his casual French style, a curve on each side.
"I'll go back to Mimi's apartment to pack up my stuff."
"You do that," he nodded and headed to the door. His smell still remained in the room. It reminded her of the ache all over her body and the purple swellings on her neck. The wild, untamed side of him was broke free last night, she couldn't believe she had done it. Her first time, what's more ironic is that she had done it with Yamato Ishida. Her future husband. Future husband... then she'll become Sora Ishida. The name sounds fitting for her.
After Yamato left, Sora made breakfast and quietly knocked on Jeff and Spencer's bedroom. A sleep groan sounded out when she knocked, Spencer's deep voice was recognizable. She opened the door cautiously to avoid the squeaking. Seeing both of them sleeping like pigs, she closed it again and headed back to Yamato's room to use the telephone. The second thing she would do was to call Mimi, tell her roommate that she's moving to Odaiba. She would miss her friend more than anything else she'll leave behind. For years, they've been sharing their lives, their friendship was strong to last through many arguments. But she had spent one night without Mimi sleeping in the room next door, and she's confident that she'll survive without her.
But first, she called Kari, who probably just started working.
"Hey Kari,"She said once a voice came on.
"Oh thank god, where are you? You abandoned your job yesterday, everyone's searching around the building because we thought you were moped by some sick guy!"Kari exclaimed once she recognized a familiar voice.
"I'm fine. I'm in Yamato's room," Sora told her, smiling to herself as she recalled the details of last night.
"Six o' clock in the morning?"Kari questioned in suspicion, "What were you doing? No-- forget it, I won't ask."
"Well..."
Kari put on a gasp so loud and incredibly long, "With---wi--with him? Sora, how could you? Now half the city is going to murder you!"
"What's so bad about sleeping with him?"
"What's so bad? WHAT'S SO BAD? Are you out of your mind? You might get pregnant. Or worse, if you do, you'll get chased by a bunch of Yamato fan's who'll come with knifes and stab them into your stomach. You don't want that to happen!" Kari shouted.
"Relax. I have good news."
"What?"
"I'm moving to Odaiba with Yamato, we're getting married!" she exclaimed. There was a moment of silence on the phone line. Sora wasn't sure how her friend took the surprise. "Hello?"
"Wow... this is fast. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, there's nothing for me in New York anymore." It was true, she had grown to hate the city but the overcrowded living space will be undoubtfully worse in Japan based on her childhood experience. Sora was born in Tokyo, raised by her mom until she was in her early teens. From then, she attended three years of middle school living with outsiders. It was harsh to be out at such a young age. But she learned to be accustomed to her way of life. After finishing tenth grade, her mother somehow pulled out a load of cash from her bank account which took her years to added up piece by piece, she used that money to send her only daughter to high school in America.
"Always remember that this is for you own good," her mother reminded her.
"Don't forget about me, come back when you can. Good luck, my girl." That was the last she saw of her mother at the train station. She waved to the auburn haired woman with her never fading smile written on her face, and the train carried her away to where she is now. Now, she'll be able to see her family again. Finally.
"But do you love him?"
"Of course I love him dummy! Why do you think I'm flying to the other side of the world to live with him if I don't love him?" Her excitement turned into slight aggravation.
Kari shoved in a few sobs.
"Call when you have time, and I'll try to visit you someday." They bid their farewells.
Sora was about to dial Mimi's number, but a feeling told her to see Mimi in person. It was too important to be handled on phone. She went back by taxi with the spare money she kept for emergencies. Mimi, as expected, was stirring up the room with smoke and coming out to open the door with a tray of over-cooked toasts.
"Where have you been all night? I had to cook my own breakfast, and look how this turned out!" She coughed, shoving the tray into my hands. I looked at the blob of pancakes, which were irregular in shape and appeared similar to dog poop, smelt the same way too. "Oh, and I have something to tell you."
Her face hardened. Right then, she could sniff the air and know something fishy was going on.
"Funny, I have something important to say too. But you go ahead and start first."
Mimi nodded and took a deep sigh, which was definitely not a positive thing.
Her lips parted to declare, "Your mother called."
HAPPY THANKSGIVING VACATION! Speaking of thanksgiving, I'll leave it here until the next chapter so I can take a rest. Call me a lazy butt, but this is already the longest chapter I've ever wrote. My prediction is three more chapters or so until I'm done with this fic. Please review!