*Chapter 1*
Mimi Tachikawa walked briskly away from the parking lot, and away from Eean. Her finger went up into the air and, with the fingertip, she drew an imaginary tally on an equally invincible score sheet.
She dropped her arm to its side, and looked both ways before crossing the street. It was dark, and some stars studded and shined in the sky. The moon played an eerie glow on the water in the creek on the other side of her. She smiled at the picture it presented, and kept staring even as her foot took its first step to go across the street.
A hand shot out to prevent her further, and she was glad for that. As it was, a truck had come out of nowhere, and was speeding in her general direction.
The cold grasp elicited a tremble from Mimi, as she stumbled back onto the sidewalk from which she had recently stepped.
"Hey," Mimi said, her gaze and total attention focused on straightening and composing herself accordingly, "Thanks. I could have been killed had you-"
At this point her gaze had met his. The frozen ice she saw there, made her shiver. His wayward blonde hair, however, was anything but cold. In fact, Mimi thought, its pretty enticing.
Mimi, who based most relationships on physical assets, was speechless. He was definitely physically appealing.
He turned away and began walking away, without a backward glance.
"Hey." Mimi shouted. "Hey!"
He didn't stop, or even slow, and Mimi picked up pace so that she could reach him. Her exasperation at his sudden departure made her stop to assess him.
"Would you stop?" She asked, a little frustrated. Apparently her mindless pleading had worked.
When he stopped, he slowly turned around to face her. When he was finished, Mimi was able to fully comprehend him.
He wore a long, ankle length, black leather jacket, with black leather pants. He wore a blood red crew neck sweater underneath. He was extremely stylish, and Mimi found that to be particularly attractive.
"Is there something I can help you with?" He finally asked, and Mimi nearly groaned at his languid voice. But she narrowed her eyes, as his tone sunk in.
"What you did back there damn near saved my life. I... I just wanted... to say thank you." She stammered out. He nodded, and turned back around and began walking again.
She rolled her eyes and ran ahead of him again, blocking him. Thrusting her hand in front of him, she spoke, "Mimi Tachikawa."
He paused and considered her for a moment.
"Yamato Ishida." He said and took her hand gingerly.
Mimi Tachikawa walked briskly away from the parking lot, and away from Eean. Her finger went up into the air and, with the fingertip, she drew an imaginary tally on an equally invincible score sheet.
She dropped her arm to its side, and looked both ways before crossing the street. It was dark, and some stars studded and shined in the sky. The moon played an eerie glow on the water in the creek on the other side of her. She smiled at the picture it presented, and kept staring even as her foot took its first step to go across the street.
A hand shot out to prevent her further, and she was glad for that. As it was, a truck had come out of nowhere, and was speeding in her general direction.
The cold grasp elicited a tremble from Mimi, as she stumbled back onto the sidewalk from which she had recently stepped.
"Hey," Mimi said, her gaze and total attention focused on straightening and composing herself accordingly, "Thanks. I could have been killed had you-"
At this point her gaze had met his. The frozen ice she saw there, made her shiver. His wayward blonde hair, however, was anything but cold. In fact, Mimi thought, its pretty enticing.
Mimi, who based most relationships on physical assets, was speechless. He was definitely physically appealing.
He turned away and began walking away, without a backward glance.
"Hey." Mimi shouted. "Hey!"
He didn't stop, or even slow, and Mimi picked up pace so that she could reach him. Her exasperation at his sudden departure made her stop to assess him.
"Would you stop?" She asked, a little frustrated. Apparently her mindless pleading had worked.
When he stopped, he slowly turned around to face her. When he was finished, Mimi was able to fully comprehend him.
He wore a long, ankle length, black leather jacket, with black leather pants. He wore a blood red crew neck sweater underneath. He was extremely stylish, and Mimi found that to be particularly attractive.
"Is there something I can help you with?" He finally asked, and Mimi nearly groaned at his languid voice. But she narrowed her eyes, as his tone sunk in.
"What you did back there damn near saved my life. I... I just wanted... to say thank you." She stammered out. He nodded, and turned back around and began walking again.
She rolled her eyes and ran ahead of him again, blocking him. Thrusting her hand in front of him, she spoke, "Mimi Tachikawa."
He paused and considered her for a moment.
"Yamato Ishida." He said and took her hand gingerly.