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Okay peoples, this is the long awaited (not really) last part! :crowd cheers: AND, you'll be…let's see, what's the word? Um…shocked, maybe? To hear that I've decided to redo the story 'Legend of Digitus' even though it's stupid and it sucks and other such stuff. Only this time :sob: I'm not letting people sign up to be in it. Certain people will be in it, as in people from the other version, but I always forget people and then I get all confused and then I start whacking out and nothing gets done. So ANYWAY, enough about that. On with the show or fic…or…whatever. Just read it!
Love Song
Taichi Yagami was worried. Yamato had been staying over his house for the whole week (Sora insisted so that he could keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't do something nuts) and so far, the only thing he heard his best friend say was the occasional 'sigh' or 'no'. Presently, Sora was helping her mother out at their flower shop while Yamato continued to stare at the wall. The latest issue of 'Rock Today' magazine was settled in his lap collecting dust (the page hadn't been turned in the past four days, Tai checked) and every time Tai actually got his buddy prepared to play the guitar, the blonde would always drop the pick inside the hole and Taichi just didn't know how the heck to get them out. So far, Kari calculated, there had to be at least thirteen guitar picks inside.
The little timer on Tai's watch beeped, signaling the mop-haired boy to have another lost conversation with Matt, just to make sure he didn't forget how to talk.
"Hey Matt."
":sigh:"
"Got any new songs formulating?"
"no."
"How about lyrics?"
"no."
"Um, any ideas for-"
"no."
"Are you just going to stare there and look at the wall for the rest of your life? I mean, I can't keep telling the band that you're suffering from Cybridus Comatius and no one is allowed to see you except Sora and I because we've already caught it three and a half times before."
":sigh:"
"Matt?"
":sigh:"
"Matty?"
":sigh:"
"Yamato, I'm gay."
":sigh:"
"I'm going to become a transvestite."
":sigh:"
"My life goal is to be a Swedish nun and move to Mount Fuji."
":sigh:"
"I've got breast cancer."
":sigh:"
Taichi let his head fall into one hand as he watched his friend continue to stare at the wall, lifeless and pan-faced. Frowning, the nineteen-year-old went into the kitchen and filled a glass of water to the brim, carefully walked over to Yamato not spilling a drop, and dumped the whole thing on his best bud's head. The blonde jumped up in surprise.
"Dude, what the heck did you do that for?!"
"You were starting to freak me out!"
"You're the one who's going to be a transvestite." Taichi was about to go off when he cracked a sly grin.
"So you WERE listening!" The blonde growled and plopped back into the chair, letting his trance go back to the wall. Tai gave a defeated sigh and went towards the couch and sat back down.
"Can't you see I'm in mourning?"
"It's not like she's dead."
"She might as well be! She still won' talk to me, I can't talk to her. I think about her everyday, wishing she were here with me…and it's just that she's…she's not." He trailed off slowly, letting his head drop. Tai cocked his head sideways, a wave of seriousness washing over him.
"Do you really love her that much, Matt?" The musician turned his head away.
"So much it hurts."
Taichi gazed at his best friend for a moment longer, studying his face. Coming to a sudden realization, the adolescent lifted the white phone off of the hook and dialed a number he knew by heart.
"Hello?"
"Hi there. This is Tai."
"Oh hi Tai. What's up?"
"I need to ask you a favor. You know about…" Yamato looked up at his companion as he talked on the phone with some unknown person. After about five minutes and multitudes of thanks Taichi hung up the phone.
"If you're wondering, that was Koushiro's girl."
"Miyako Inoue?"
"Yeah. She's pulling a few strings for a ticket to New York." The blonde artist raised his thin, delicate eyebrows. Tai rolled his eyes.
"Get a clue, Yamato. You're going to New York to get Mimi." Yamato instantly frowned before standing up for the first time since he went to the bathroom that morning.
"Tai, she doesn't want me. Why are you sending me to a person who obviously doesn't want to be around me? Forget it. I'm not going. Send that…that Jyou guy or something." Yama made a quick swipe at his blonde hair and grabbed his guitar case before making his way towards the door.
The chocolate eyed eighteen-year-old let his jaw drop.
"Wait a minute, just stop right there." Matt came to a halt in his tracks, never turning his back.
"I'm giving you a chance to go and confess your undying love and save you a world full of heartache and you're just going to waltz out on me? I don't think so, Yamato. Because if you're not going to get on the plane to New York at 4:00, then I am." The icy-eyed young man stalled for a moment clenched his fists tighter around the soft case of his instrument, but continued to walk out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Tai huffed an angry sigh and started packing.
Jyou Kido stared out of the clouded window with a soft sigh. He missed her, he really did. It wasn't like they'd ever been anything official; boyfriend, couple, item. No, never in the time he'd known her. But…he really thought there was something there… Mimi Tachikawa had been the college student's childhood friend for nearly eight years. Since they were kinds, they lived in the same apartment building for a while, then she moved across town.
When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together
Lives within my heart
And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy so was I
When she loved me
He was always there to dry her tears, and his smile could never fail to mirror her own. But that was a long time ago; when they were just silly kids.
Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all
Just she and I together
Like it was meant to be
Every summer they'd play together in the park in the middle of town. Sometimes with Sora and another boy named Koushiro, sometimes just by themselves. He remembered with a melancholy smile how he used to read her books until she fell asleep on his shoulder in the park on the oak bench.
And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me
After a few more years, Mimi moved again, this time to New York, in America. He waited everyday for her to come back, which eventually ended up being quite a few years. Sora was always in close contact, Joe talked to her a lot and asked questions occasionally. Nothing much, just a long period of time of emptiness. He must have waited forever for her to write; she never did.
So the years the went by
I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say
I will always love you
Then, right when he was just about to graduate, she came back and went to the same high school as the rest of them, but not as chummy with everyone as she used to be, however. It was like he wasn't even there; like different universes.
Lonely and forgotten
Never thought she'd look my way
And she smiled at me and held me
Just like she used to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me
But on graduation, the last day of school, she came up from behind and hugged him. And they stayed like that for a long time in front of school.
When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together
Lives within my heart
When she loved me
Now, Jyou realized, that would never happen again. It was bound to happen; the blue-haired young man had known that since day one, like a bulletin pinned to the back of his head that they'd never be anything more than friends.
"I guess…it just wasn't meant to be…" He sighed morosely.
Yamato had won her heart like a carnival prize; with experience and a little bit of luck. But he knew he really did love the auburn haired beauty, probably more than he himself ever would, and it was this reason alone that Joe Kido would nor could ever hate the blonde haired musician who stole his only love.
"That's life, I guess." Jyou Kido stated and pulled off his glasses, wiping the foggy glass and around his deep brown eyes before placing them back on and standing up from the window. Right then, in the corner of his eye, the blue haired student caught the familiar splotch of blonde. Right then and there, with some hidden instinct, he ran out of the door towards the sidewalk.
Yamato was walking quickly, trying to get back home before the rain started to fall again. It was pretty obvious he was a little on the grouchy side, perhaps more distraught than moody.
"Yamato! Wait!" Huffing angrily, Matt set his guitar down and turned around, coming face to face with Joe Kido.
"Yamato…:huff puff: I just wanted to tell you…You need to go get her." The musician's temper started to boil.
"Why does the world keep telling me that?!"
"Why are you ignoring them? Mimi Tachikawa is a great girl. You don't know what you're passing up, Yamato."
"Then why don't you go and get her then?" The icy-blue eyed nineteen-year-old growled out and lifted his guitar.
"Because she deserves someone better than me, who loves her more than anyone ever will and anything else in the world. She deserves you, and only you." Matt nodded sarcastically and turned to walk away.
"Nice speech but I'm not interested." That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Jyou grabbed the blonde's shoulder and spun him around, punching him right in the jaw. The moody adult fell to the ground in shock and dropped his guitar.
(The crowd cheers!)
"What's your problem?!"
"You're my problem, Yamato! It's hard to give up someone you love so they can be happy, don't you understand?! For crying out loud, she loves you! It's as plain as sunset! And YOU'RE just too proud to go and tell her you love her back! It's really immature! I know it, Japan knows it, the WORLD knows it! So do the WORLD a favor and get over yourself and get her back!" Having let that all out, Joe pushed a hand through his blue hair and helped him up.
"I'm not going to let something like this stand in the way of her happiness. Here, take this." Joe pushed a blue and white plane ticket into Yamato's hands.
"I was going to go myself but…it's not my place. Please, don't make that mistake." With a soft smile he pushed his glasses up again and wiped the glossiness out of the dark swirls and let them fall into his nose again. Then, he started to walk away.
"Oh yeah, and Yamato? Take care of her, okay?" Matt pulled his gaze away from the tickets in his hand and looked up at the slightly taller adult and nodded.
"I will. Thanks Jyou."
"Don't mention it Yamato." Yamato was just about to turn around but then he turned back.
"Hey man, call me Matt." The older student nodded kindly.
"Okay then…Matt."
"Flight 297, Los Angeles to Tokyo now boarding. Flight 297, Los Angeles to Tokyo now boarding." Mimi Tachikawa yawned and made her way towards the last flight of the day. She'd been traveling all night to get to Los Angeles from New York and finally, the trip from there to Japan wouldn't be that much longer. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and getting a last good look at the open, spacious area that was the United States, she grabbed her mini-purse and boarded the dock.
"Excuse me, Sir. Do you know what time we'll be arriving in Tokyo?" The dark-eyed man looked up from his clipboard and checked his watch.
"Hmm…we should be in Tokyo about…2:00 I believe."
"You should get to the airport at about 2:45 with traffic. There's always traffic." Hikari Yagami instructed as she, Takeru, and Yamato all sat around the den table.
"Not any earlier?" Takeru asked as he peered down at the line-riddled map of the county.
"Nope. It's an hours' drive to Tokyo from Odiaba. You have to leave at about 1:30 if you want to be there fifteen minutes early." The light-brown haired teenager informed the two, dumb-founded blondes who sat with her. She examined their perplexed faces while closing the roadmap guide.
"Geez, don't act so surprised. Why do you think Taichi never gets lost?"
Yamato had returned home after his interlude with Joe Kido to find his brother and his brother's :ahem: :deep breath: 'very good friend who is a girl but not necessarily a girlfriend because he and Kari were just platonic friends and he would never ever, EVER try to make a move on Kari even though she was gorgeous but since she only thought of him as a friend then there really was nothing between them except empty space' girl (space) friend (try saying that 5 times fast!). And even though they flirted immensely with each other, Matt had made a personal bet with himself that they would be dating within the day, if not the very hour.
It was around this time that the blonde haired band leader happened to glance at the clock.
"Yikes! 1:15! Gotta go! Tell Tai there's something for him on the counter! See ya!" In a flash Yamato had his very lightly packed suitcase and guitar and was nearing the door. Right before he was out, through, he eyed the two teens with mock sternness.
"Oh, and behave yourselves…"
"Good-BYE, Matt!" They called with an embarrassed tone and waved the nineteen-year-old away. Smiling coyly he shut the door. TK and Kari waved until the footsteps echoed away and put their hands down…on the others. Blushing, the one eyed the other and vise versa until Takeru started to move his hand away. His brunette companion grasped his hand quickly, blushing. A redder shade rose to the seventeen-year-old boy's face.
"Kari…I…" And as he stared into her brown sugar eyes, the melting smile on her face mirroring his own, he knew there was no reason to continue.
Mimi Tachikawa held a calculator in her hand as she clicked away at the small buttons.
"Okay…If I remember my algebra…or, whatever this is, I should get to the Ishida residence at…3:15…that is if I leave right away." She stated quietly to herself and let the device slip back into her purse. A yawn escaped her lips…she'd been traveling for almost twelve hours from Los Angeles to Japan alone, and now only had a half hour left to go.
"2:30 here in :yawn: American time…if I hurry…I can't get out of the airport later than 2:30…" The auburn haired medical student drifted into slumber.
Taichi Yagami pushed open the door and stepped into the Ishida residence with a look of panic on his face.
"Matt? Hey-" All the air slipped out of Tai's abnormally large lungs as he saw his best friend's little brother and his very own little sister hands clasped and lips caught with one another from over the table. Both of them seemed completely void of his presence. And although the twenty-year-old would have given them both a very strict lecture, he was in too much of a hurry to be himself.
"Alright, enough. Where's Matt?" Hikari motioned over the counter, never opening her eyes, never saying a word, and never taking her face away from Takeru's. The dark-haired young man sighed in an annoyed voice before grabbing the note and glancing it over.
Tai,
Hope you're happy. Gone girl getting. Wish me luck!
Matt
Taichi gave a great, wide smile.
"YES!" And he never thought three phrases could make him so happy for someone else. Now all he could do was hope for the best. He traveled towards the door with a carefree smile.
"I'm going back home to tell Sora what's up. Mom wants you home by nine, okay Kari? Bye!" Neither of the teens made any motion. Tai gave them a wary glance before turning out the door. Moments later he popped back in, locked Matt's bedroom door from the inside (just to be safe) and eyed them curiously.
"Remember to breath!" Still, nothing. Rolling his eyes Tai whizzed out of the apartment building.
Mimi's honey eyes glanced down at the land below. Just a few more minutes and she would be back in Japan…with Yamato…Matt…
Blush rose to her cheeks and she gave a small, stereotypical, lovesick sigh.
"That sounds like love to me." She swiveled around quickly, coming face to face with, well, not an OLD woman, more like an OLDER woman. In her arms was the same type of bag she had.
"Is there someone down there?" The cherry pink turned beet red.
"Sort of…"
"Sort of? The way you sounded just seconds before was like you had the world tied up in a pink bow. Ah wait, I see…going back to correct some mistakes." She leaned in closer; Mimi could smell her light perfume.
"Well, I wish you the best of luck. You seem like a very nice girl; whoever you're after must be a very special someone."
"He is…" She whispered, her gaze averting slightly, then snapping back up. "But how do you know?" The woman leaned back in her chair and buckled her seat belt, a twinkle in her eye.
"Sometimes you can just tell…" Mimi nodded slowly, feeling oddly calm and well, different…it was something she really couldn't describe but it was there beating strong.
"You should fasten your seatbelt. The captain should be announcing it soon."
"Attention passengers, please fasten your seatbelts and put up all trays. Please turn off any electrical equipment, we are about to land at Tokyo Airport." Mimi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The lady shrugged.
"See?"
Yamato ran into the airport, flying past various people, nothing but a small duffel bag and his guitar in hand.
"Kari was right, there is always traffic. I just didn't know there would be so much!" Quickly running up the stairs, he was stopped abruptly by a flash of familiar brown color in the corner of his eye. But before he could turn around, a woman of about thirty or forty touched his shoulder lightly.
"Excuse me, young man. Please don't take me as too terribly rude but could you watch this for a minute or two while I go and fetch something? It's very important." Yamato checked his watch; he didn't have much time for this but something came over him and he nodded briskly, taking the parcel from the woman's hand.
"Oh thank you so much. I'll be back quickly!" Matt sighed and leaned on the wall, his mind wondering what in the world that flash of brown could have been.
Mimi ran out of the airport, past various people and through the glass doors, her auburn hair flying afterwards.
"Taxi!" A dark haired boy about the same age as her yelled to no avail. But this was far from her attention.
"Taxi!" She yelled out. Immediately, a yellow car with two-tone checkers pulled up in front of her. The young man gawked at her as she climbed in. Quickly turning around, she made a peace sign.
"Girl power."
Then climbed into the taxi car which started out of the airport.
Yamato was getting extremely annoyed. It had been nearly ten minutes so far and still no sign of the woman.
"Okay, I'll just have to go and find her, and give her back the bag. At this rate I'll miss my flight!" He started off in the direction he'd seen the owner of the bag go.
"Sora!" Taichi burst open the door of the Takenouchi apartment to see his girlfriend reclining on the couch, watching TV.
"Tai! What's up?" The smile on his face just wouldn't fade. He ran over to her, scooping her up and spinning around and around before placing the dizzy young woman back on the ground.
"Tell me!"
"He's gone to get her! Look!" The dark-haired twenty-two-year-old handed his companion the note in his jittery hands. She glanced at it, the same huge smile plastering on her face as she shrieked with excitement and threw her arms around him. And after minutes of dancing around hugging, they quieted at the same time and both plopped on the couch with a sigh.
"So…what do you think?"
"Happily ever after?"
"…yeah, me too!" The laughed for a while, their eyes met and closed, and then, silent, really kissed for the very first time. =^-^=
Mimi reached for her pack and unzipped it, burrowing into the contents for a hair brush to fix her hair. Feeling nothing, however, she peered inside.
"This isn't my bag…It must have gotten mixed up with the lady on the plane! Excuse me, mister taxi driver?"
The car came to a screeching halt as she hurriedly ran out of the taxi and back into the airport, looking for the woman who'd switched bags with her.
Now Matt was frantic. He had approximately five minutes to find this lady, give her back her bag and make it to his flight. Where could she possibly be? If it was some kind of big joke then why waste a bag on something so stupid?! Yamato was so frantic he wasn't even looking where he was going and flew into someone going in his direction. Papers and junk scattered all over the place. Instantly, both of the people took to shoving the items back in their perspective place.
"Sorry." Yamato mumbled.
"Same here." Mimi uttered back. Without another word they both lifted the bags and continued on in the opposite directions.
The auburn haired girl happened to glanced down at the bag only to notice it was slightly different.
"Oh no! Excuse me!" The blonde turned around and stopped short.
"Um, I think we switched…bags…" Their eyes mixed and intertwined like rain clouds in the sky.
"Matt…" She whispered in a trembling voice, eyes tearing up slightly. Slowly, he nodded, all thoughts about the bags or the flight or finding that woman suddenly evaporated like smoke.
Immediately, Mimi stepped towards him, slowing a good distance away still, not knowing what to say. The necklace…she reached behind and unlatched the necklace.
"Here…you'll want this back…I guess…" The honey-eyed young woman pushed her extended it towards him but he pushed it back.
"Keep it." His voice whispered. Mimi was…well, she was already speechless, but now she was just confused.
"In the letter…that you…w-wrote…was it…true? Everything?" Mimi could see the profile of his face as he turned away slightly and nodded. The girl cried out and lunged towards him, her arms falling around his neck as she cried and cried. She could feel his arms slip around her waist and hug her tighter to him, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"I've been so terrible to you, Matt!" She whimpered from the crevice of space between his neck and chest.
"Don't…just…forget about it." Yamato cooed to her softly. It seemed as though no one was there, and this was a private world which they alone were in, together.
Suddenly she pushed away and stared up at his face. A single tear had traced its way down his cheekbone and was nearing his chin. Her finger lifted and gingerly wiped it away.
"No more crying, okay?" She sniffed with a smile, honey eyes still glossy and cheeks still wet. He nodded up and down a small smile mirroring his face as well. They were standing so close she could feel his heart beating fast under his shirt.
It happened like clockwork. Yamato leaned down, Mimi stepped up on her tip-toes slightly…
"There you are!" And nothing happened. Blushing, the two stepped away from each other and turned to see the middle-aged woman quickly walking towards them.
"I was looking for you, young man! I see you've taken good care of my parcels then. Here's something for you." Mimi recognized the woman immediately. It was the woman from the plane, who gave her the advice…
Matt eyed the money, one-thousand yen, and shoved it gently away.
"No, it was my pleasure. You keep your money, ma'am." Mimi could feel his hand slip into hers. The woman smiled at them both.
"Thank you, again. And good luck to you two!" Both of the adults waved before the taller of the two ran off, pulling the other behind. The woman smiled, checking the watch on her wrist before shoving her hands in her pockets and strolling away.
"Matt! Where are we going?!" He glanced back and smiled mischievously at her before continuing to go, rounding corners and such until finally he reached a desolate area of the airport at the farthest end of the airport.
"What…?"
"Come on."
He led her to the big open window and looked out. Beautiful Tokyo was right under them, glittering in all its glory in the high sun. Mimi gasped with delight.
"How did you know about this place?"
"I don't know." She smiled and leaned on his shoulder.
"Sometimes you can just tell, I guess." Then in a whirl her arms were back around his neck.
"So ask me already!" Yamato pretended to be thinking.
"I dunno…you'll have to convince me first." She stood up and kissed his cheek. The blonde shrugged.
"I'm convinced. So…do you want to go out for dinner or something?"
"No." Matt cocked his head one way and then the other.
"Then where-" Her finger suppressed his words.
"Right here is just fine…" She whispered and stood up once more, closing her eyes, and touching her lips with his.
The End
::sigh:: Gosh I love happy endings! Poor Jyou. But he'll get over it! Now, for the sequel…ack! J/K! What do you think? I think this was totally up to standards. ANYWAY, comments? Flames? Chocolate bunnies (Easter being tomorrow and all , you know…)? Send um' all to me at