A/N: For all of you who wanted a sequal to Unspoken, here it is!
"Oh Yamato," Mimi sighed shifting her weight and trying to find a comfortable position on the deserted bus, which she soon realized was impossible to do. She had already been traveling for three hours in an attempt to make it to Chicago for Matt's next performance. She didn't know exactly why she had made the decision to leave the Academy of Fashion and Design to pursue the handsome man of her dreams. All she knew was that the night before, in the early morning, she felt him in her presence. She had been out walking at about midnight the night before after deciding to take a break from her all night cram session. As she waked around amongst the trees in Central Park, she could almost swear that Yamato was looking at the same luminous, star sky at the exact same time that she was.
It had been a long while since she had left the young and rebellious Yamato Ishida and their adventures in the Digital World, yet she still regretted to this day not expressing her undying love for him. All she had left of the now famous rock star, was a old picture incased in a faded, wooden frame that was the focal point of her room and a collection of old memories that broke her heart whenever called upon. She looked at the picture often, wishing that she could gaze into his sparkling ocean-blue eyes and feel their intensity for real and feel the warmth of his gentle kiss on her lips. If she had remembered correctly, Yamato had a similar frame with a picture of herself in place of him. "I wonder if he still has it?" She thought to herself.
She adjusted her position on the old bus seat once again wishing that she hadn't insisted to herself that she would be just fine wearing those skin-tight blue jeans. It had always boiled down to appearances with her and probably always would. She remembered how Yama always used to tease her about always having to be perfect. "Oh my gosh Meems, better get out the brush, there's a single strand of hair out of place!" He would laugh and of course, she would pull the brush out of her purse to position her hair correctly once again. What he didn't know was just how un-perfect her life really was and that it would remain so until she had confessed her feelings for him, that would never leave the confines of her private diary, which she kept under strict lock and key. This time however, the pages of her private world would reveal all.
She reached up into the overhead compartment where she had stored her duffel bag at the start of her journey to the Windy City. Bringing it down onto her lap she unzipped the front compartment of her bag and recovered the book, which had been safely stored away. Retrieving the key from the bottom of her black, leather purse, she unfascined the lock and turned to the next empty page. Grabbing a pen from the same place as the key she began to write, bearing her soul on pink pages and black ink, to the man she cared so much about, but had probably lost to a mass of screaming female fans by now.
For Yamato;
Looking back to childhood
We got along so well
There was so much we could do together
But so much more I could not tell
Most kids at our age then
Didn't even know love
But I was different
I knew love
And most importantly
I felt love
From the first time I saw you
I knew that we were meant to be
And although I possessed a strong sense of sincerity
I kept lying to you
Lying to myself
About how strong my feelings were
I longed to hold you close and kiss you
To feel your body next to mine
But you were so strong and full of attitude
That I feared you
But craved you in one breath
I was afraid of rejection that I would not be able to bear
So, rather then owning up to you
I bottled my love inside instead
Your impression of me was that I was perfect
That I could do no wrong
But the truth is that I'm full of small flaws
And had little imperfections all along
This is what I need from you
To patch my soul and make it whole
Perfection is a quality from which I am far
But it is not an impossible goal
To hear you tell me you love me
Would be the most perfect thing of all
Signing her name and dating the entry as she always did, she sat and considered her words for a moment, before finally closing the diary and returning it to a locked state. She dropped the book back into her bag and threw it back into the overhead compartment. She turned her gaze to the outside scenery that was racing past her as fast as it had appeared. Soon it became a blur as her eyes welled up with tears and she buried her head into her hands and began to cry.
"What if Matt doesn't feel the same way? I couldn't handle the rejection then and it sure as hell isn't going to be any easier now!" She sobbed. Fishing a mirror out of her purse, she noticed that the tears were washing away the make-up that she had applied earlier that day. The bus was slowing to a stop and it was finally time to get off the bus and face the Windy City. "Facing Chicago is one thing, but facing Matt isn't going to happen when I'm looking like this!" She thought, stepping off of the bus and into fresh air. The words that she had written in her diary just moments before had quickly been forgotten. She couldn't allow anyone to see her imperfections, especially not Yamato.
A/N2: I've had so much fun writing Unspoken and Imperfection, that I've decided to make it a series. Find out what happens when Mimi and Matt finally meet in the next part!
~MPF ^_^