"She left this morning? Without a notice of where she went?"
"Yea, I don't know where she's going T.K but I have an idea of where she's headed. God I hope I'm wrong..."
"...Where do you think she's headed?"
Matt hadn't respond, just the thought made him flush his face with anger. He ran through the crowds of the city catching his breath before giving his brother a hesitant answer. "Michael, she's going with Michael."
"Michael?" In a short brief summary, Matt explained his relation to Mimi. Somehow, Matt knew that his brother had already been informed about Michael from Tai. "Listen to me Matt," T.K's voice had alerted Matt. "Mimi and Michael cannot make any contact. Whatever you do make sure they don't meet."
"T.K, do you know something about Michael?" Matt slowed down taking a short break near the intersection and a cafe he took Mimi once on a date. The smell of the coffee made Matt glance over his shoulder and saw a couple laughing together. His eyes grew soft when he imagined him and Mimi in their place.
"...Whatever happens, you cannot let Mimi go to Michael. She is in love with you Matt...so don't let her go."
Matt looked around the crowded city and spotted the one shop where Mimi worked at. It was her studio that she drew her designs, where she tailored customers clothing and where she made friends. "I know that," So he ran towards her studio in hopes of getting Michael's information. "I'll call you back when I have her."
With a touch of his thumb on the red button on his screen, the call ended and he opened the studio's door hearing a small bell. A notice that a customer is here and within a few seconds a familiar face appeared with a smile. "Matt,"
"Yolie," He rushed to the counter locking his eyes with hers and from there Yolie knew something had happened to her friend Mimi. She was attentive and ready to help out. "Where does Michael live?"
"Michael?" Her eyebrow arched wondering what Mimi's best customer had to do with Matt. "Why do you need his information?"
"Mimi's missing and I have feeling she's going to his place. And if she goes to him...he might hurt her."
Yolie pressed her brows forward understanding his panic. "I knew that bastard was untrustworthy," she muttered reaching under the counter for Mimi's laptop that had records of her past customers. With a few clicks and pressing of the keyboard her eyes scanned down Mimi's customer's list. "Luckily Michael is the only one with that name," She grabbed a note pad from the same shelf under the counter and a pen. She read the address to herself and transferred the information to the paper and tore it off handing it to Matt. "Please get Mimi back safely, Matt. I'm counting on you."
Matt nodded promising Yolie that he would and with a dash out the studio he looked down at his note reading the address silently to himself, it was in good fortune that he knew where this place was. It was the same luxury apartments he once thought of living and they were only twenty minutes away from where he was. But he didn't have twenty minutes he had no time at all.
In the time he searched for her, Mimi arrived in front of the door she had never seen before until now. How she got here she had no idea but she was here and she knew who was behind this black door. She looked to her left to see no one was in the hallway, just black carpeting and a grand portrait of a former Emperor of Japan. She turned to the right, the same black carpet but instead of a painting it was a vast window with the same width of the wall. She faced forward sighing feeling the pounding heart in her chest and with her fist she knocked three times. Footsteps slowly approached the door she heard the locks being unlocked and then the door opened revealing the man who had a different taste of lips.
"Mimi sweetheart," He said with a smooth voice. He opened the door more and he invited her inside. She had a bit of hesitation but her feet dragged her in stopping inside his living room. Walls of pearl white, furniture of leather black decorated his living room and curtains of dark red hung at his windows. His sense of style was modern, it surely described Michael well. "I'm glad you came sweetheart," The touch of his fingers on her shoulders brought a sense of chills and a frightening sensation. She lifted her should hugging her arms turning away from Michael's face. Her chin was forced to turn when Michael placed his cold fingers on it, his face inched near hers and his mouth moved to her ears as he whispered. "Why are you here?"
His whisper tickled her ear but not to her liking, it brought shivers down her spine and she nudged Michael away from her. She walked a few steps in front of Michael staring completely at the curtains and drapes he had on his window. She heard his footsteps and saw that he began circling around her with his hands in his pockets of his slacks and his mouth grinned. "Well sweetheart, why are you here?"
She turned her head slightly to the side fidgeting with her fingers nervous to speak. "Last night at the party," it even hurt her to speak to Michael. "You pressed your lips onto mine...and I tasted something different."
"Oh, you tasted the difference between my kisses and Matt's. Tell me, how was it?"
"...different." She muttered touching her lips again. Her kisses with Matt were sweet, passionate and lively. But Michael's...?
His grin transitioned to a smirk. "How different?"
"Dullness..."
Michael snickered covering his face. When he was done he slicked his hair back approaching Mimi with a devious smirk. With force he grabbed Mimi from her back gripping her face tightly as she struggled to be free from his hands but was unable to. "Beautiful Mimi, I'll show you something that even your lover Matt cannot..." with his lips once again pressed to Mimi's, neither of them closed their eyes and Mimi saw the color change in his eyes. From his envious green they changed to a dark red and there Mimi panicked seeing images her eyes had never seen before.
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He looked upward of the building knowing that these apartments were indeed the ones that Michael lived in. He opened the door pacing quickly to the elevator to the fifth floor where he would soon face Michael. Once inside Matt pressed the button five and he looked up at the small screen watching as the digital numbers changed and when the four turned to five, the elevator stopped and the doors opened slowly yet he squeezed through in such a rush. Once he was out he looked to his left spotting the metal plate on the wall directing which rooms where in which side and his feet ran to the right running down the large hallway watching the numbers decrease.
His feet stumbled right after he saw a door that was half way open. With stealthy footsteps he slowly made his way towards the door placing his hand on it and there he heard both Mimi and Michael, he didn't move from where he was, he listened to their conversation.
"Wha-what were those images?" It was Mimi's voice. She sounded so shaken up.
"Images?" And that was Michael's. "Those weren't images Mimi dear those were a few of your memories."
"My memories...?"
Matt furrowed his brows in all confusion. How was it possible for Michael to show Mimi her memories? Could it have been through video or pictures? Even if Michael knew Mimi before why didn't he mentioned it ever before to him?
"You don't belong here with these people Mimi you belong with beings who are the same as you. You will see for yourself what I mean."
"...You were there. You were there at the Okinawa shooting," She muttered in a harsh tone. "Why were you there?"
"I had a job to do, sweetheart. Taking those innocent lives is what I had to do."
"You were the reason why I can't remember past that day,"
"Well I gave you some of it back and now you have to find the rest before it's too late. You know what will happen if you don't."
"I want Matt..." He heard her call his name, he heard her crawl on the floor and imagined the pain Michael put through her. "I need him now,"
"The more you stay with him, the less time he has with you Mimi. You are killing him,"
Killing him?
"Matt, where are you?" At that last cry he opened the door seeing Mimi crawling on the wooden floor, eyes red from the tears she shed and the relief when she saw him enter. Michael turned his body halfway facing Matt with hands readjusting the collar of his white shirt.
"Mimi," He cupped her face and kissed her numerous times. These were the kisses that Mimi loved, she loved and missed Matt's lips press on hers giving her energy and happiness, quite the opposite of Michael's. He tucked the wavy hair behind both ears seeing her brown lively eyes and kissed her small smiling mouth. "Mimi, let's go."
Walking through the hallway, he was careful to watch Mimi. She walked fine and there was no harm done, physically.
The more you stay with him, the less time he has with you Mimi. You are killing him...
His words had harmed the both of them mentally.
Well surprise . Michael was part of the shooting in the Okinawa University incident. So now you know what happened, what are your thoughts on this and the upcoming chapters?