Bird-lover_3

Here's the last part of this *coughs*weird*coughs*story...
It's - like always - pretty senseless. Not that much Mimato in here. I am a bad romance writer.
:( Anyway, enjoy it and review.

Kaeera


Bird-Lover



Part Three

This weather is horrible.
Raining, raining and raining.
Grey sky with heavy clouds. Cold. Freeze. Windy.
And no birds. The weather is too bad for them.
My parents aren't at home. They are away for some days – business things.
The house is empty without them.

I remember that I always wanted a pet. A bird. But my parents didn't allow it. Too much dirt.
I always visited the pet shop when I walked home from school. I visited the little budgies there. They are so cute and intelligent. Okay, they can't sing(in fact, they cry around VERY loud, that can be nerving), but they are so....strange?
When I remember it rightly, they are the smallest parrots, not?
Parrots are funny.
There was one budgie who has always talked to me. I said 'Hello' and he tried to repeat it....he never managed it, it sounded like 'Tcherrro' or so, but he was trying again and again, and he seemed to like it.
The woman who sold the pets called me always the little 'Bird-Princess'...

How funny, now I remember this facts so clearly....I nearly forgot them during the years I have grown up.
Bird-Princess...
Bird-Lover....
Many nicknames for one person.
One person with many sides?
I don't know....

I startle when the doorbell rings. Who can that be? The ringing continues.

I put my pencil down and hurry towards the front door. Shooting a glance through the window, I notice that it hasn't stop raining yet.

It's Matt.

The water is dripping from his hair, and his clothes are soaking wet.

"Uhm....hello.", I stammer, surprised by this unexpected visit.

"Hi...", he says, "Ehm...may I come in? It's pretty wet here..."

"Oh, sure, I am sorry."

I invite him to my room and put his jacket. It's really wet, as if he had fallen into a river or so.
"So, why do you visit me in this weather? You should have stayed at home where you are dry and warm!"

"I wanted to say sorry.", he stares down to the ground.

"Huh?", I ask surprised, "Why that?"

"Because...you know yesterday at the park...I shouldn't have yelled at you.", he looks ashamed.
"Well, it was my fault, too."
"You really can't tell us – me – what's wrong?", his eye seem so worriedly.
Mimi, you stupid cow, why do you worry your friends so much!
I sigh. "It's not that....I don't know what's wrong with me...I wish I would, then it would be much easier...There are some things which are bothering me, but....I really don't know, and it's so difficult to explain!"
He thinks a little: "Maybe I can ask you some questions and you answer me?"
"I don't think that that will help me...but we can give it a try", he sneezes and I watch him worriedly: "But before, I'll make you a hot tea. I don't want that you get ill!"

He smiles warmly and nods.

*

"So, do you have any boy problems? Lovesickness?"

I chuckle. "No, it's not like that."

"Problems with your parents?"

"No, just the usual stuff teenager have with their parents – fights about that I haven't cleaned my room and so on. Nothing serious."

"That's really difficult – bad marks in school?"

"Nope."

He throws is hands in the air. "What then? I can't think of other possibilities!"

I look into my cup with the green-brown tea. "I think it's...me."

"You???"

I sigh deeply. "It's just...I am feeling so...misunderstood. I mean, no one takes me serious – really serious like they do with Sora!"

He shakes his head: "But that's wrong! What are you telling? Isn't the fact that I am sitting here and listen to you a prove that we take you serious? Didn't Sora talk with you seriously?"

"Yes, but...it's not the only thing. There are some things about myself I feel unsure about."

"What things?"

"I-I can't tell you."

"Try it."

His blue eyes are staring into mine, and again they seem so similar to the birds eyes....they stare through your facade, directly in your heart and your soul. They read your feelings, and they understand them
That's the way I always felt about birds, and now I feel the same way about Matt...about Matt, the cool guy...I never thought that he could look like this.
I have to tell him....I will never be lucky when I can't tell it!

"Ilovebirds.", I say very fast, staring down on the ground. I feel that I blush, and it gets hot.
He blinks: "You....love birds."

Silence.

Then:

"And what's bad about that? I mean, many people love birds...I think they are pretty nice, too..."

"You don't understand it.", I interrupt him, "It's not that I like them like other people do...I love them! Every time when I see a bird, I can spend hours in watching them, and I enjoy it. I talk with them, and for me it seems that they understand what I am saying.
For me they are my friends, my partners...I am mad after them. There is a special band between us. A very special one...."

"And you don't like that?", he wants to know.

"Sure, I like it, but it's just that....it makes me..."

"Different?", I look surprised up when I hear the hard tone of his words. "You are afraid to tell it to someone because it makes you different? Because it makes you individual?"

"Why are you so angry?", I feel the warm tears in my eyes.

"Because of what you said. It's so stupid! Do you wanna be a nobody for all time? Living in the crowd, grey like all the others? Afraid of showing any difference to the public?
Everyone has to live his own life, even if it's difficult, even when people laugh at you, even when they make fun of you. You have to be strong, then you can achieve your dreams! You should show your love to the birds. Ignore what people say about you; we, your friends, won't call you stupid and we won't laugh about you. There are people who will support you. You have to trust them!"

The words he said shock me. Deep inside I know that they are true, but the reason of being different is only the half...

"You are right, Matt, and I know that. It's just....very difficult, you know. And there is another reason, and it's very simple: Fear!"

The tears are now falling down my cheeks, while I try to smile weakly.
"When I tell the things I told you, I tell my deepest secret. I will share a little of my heart – and when people know such things about you, they can hurt you...It's a pain which is much more terrible than physical pain. And I am afraid of this....really afraid!"

"But people will always hurt you.", he says softly with an encouraging smile, "You have to live with that. It makes you stronger when you handle it rightly. There is one thing which helped me a lot: Every time when someone hurt me, then I thought of my friends. I thought of Gabumon and the things I've gone through when we have been in the Digital World. I thought of the wonderful moments we have shared, and that I should be more than happy to have such a good friend, even if I can't talk to him every day.
And it helped me, believe me."

He sighs: "And now, please stop crying, otherwise I will start crying, too, because you look so sad."

I wipe my eyes and try again a smile. This time it is working better.

"And, by the way.", he adds, "I think your bird-love isn't that different at all. I have a similar "crush", when you can call it that way."

"You??", I ask surprised, "Tell me more about it."

"Music.", he says simply. "You are crazy after birds – for me it's the music. Every time when I play, I forget all the things around me. I don't hear it when people ask for me, don't hear the telephone ring, I am lost in my own little world.
There are songs which make my heart beating....faster, my hands want to play, the rhythm goes through my body...
I can spend hours in playing the same song again and again(which makes my dad very mad sometimes).
When I play, when I sing, then I do it with my heart and with my soul. Without music I would die...really, it's so important to me.
The music-love is more common than the bird-love, that's clear, but they are in a way very similar. Both take the heart and the soul of their followers."


*


In the evening, I have to think again and again over the things Matt told me.
He's right, in all points. Definitely, he is.
But the way he said it...I never thought that they 'cool Matt' could talk like this...and that he loves the music that much.
This guy surprises me. But I like this unexpected side of him.

The place has changed this time.

It's colourful, and there are some humans. Shops are open, and the sun is shining.

I am dreaming again, not?

The birds are still there, but they are talking....well, talking isn't the right words....they are screaming around, some singing, some crying, some chirping.
They are all very happy, and they watch me with shining eyes.

But I am not there. I mean, the small Mimi Tachikawa who is me, isn't there.

"I am right here.", the soft voice says, and I turn around, seeing into her sparkling eyes.

She smiles.

"You learned some very important things, didn't you?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"And you will keep them in your heart?"

"I will for sure!"

"That's good. Remember, you are someone very special, since you have the birds."

"Yes, I am a bird-lover.", I say laughing.

"Well, bird-princess would fit better.", she stares in my eyes and reads my soul.

"I have to go now. It was nice to meet you, Mimi."

"How can you say that, you are me, so you will stay with me until I die....in one way..."

"But we will never be able to meet like this. I am with you, but deep inside, and you won't notice me the most time."

"I think that's too difficult for me....I don't understand it."

"You don't have to. Don't forget me and the things that happened during the last days, that will be enough!", she watches the birds, "It's time now."

And again, she disappears and I am there, alone.

She helped me a lot, my small reflection.

But Matt helped me the most, he was really wonderful....I feel that my cheeks become red, so I forbid myself to think anymore about this blonde guy with the bird eyes.

But he's really cute. Oh no, I didn't want to think...well, I am already as read as a tomato, and it's only a dream, so I can do it. The birds won't tell anyone. They are my friends....

My other friends, the human friends, will have to accept a new Mimi soon.
They will have to get used to Mimi, the bird-princess AND to Mimi, the Barbie-Doll.
I have learned that this are two sides of me, and that one side can't exist without another – like darkness can't exist without the light.
Two sides of a coin, one well-known, one know two only one – no, now two persons.
Strange, that the first person who knows about my secret is Matt.

Maybe he is a little bit more than a friend...

I would like that. Really, I would.

Tomorrow I will say 'Thank You' to him, and I'll invite him for a date.

Music-Lover and Bird-Lover have really much in common. And the idea of such a paring...

It's a good idea...

Yeah, it is.

Bird-princess and Music-prince....



THE END



How I said, not much romance in here.
If you have any comments or requests, you can mail me under dragonbeing@hotmail.com
I would love to hear from you! Really, I would.

The end of this is soooooooo bad, but I didn't have a better idea, I am really sorry for such a stupid and short ending*hides under the table and sobs in her t-shirt*

Thanks for reading! Really, thank you a lot!

KAEERA

By the way, I really love birds, so maybe that's a reason why I have written this story...and I have two budgies, who like to snap in my fingers and to eat the wallpaper, but they are soooo intelligent and sweet*jumps up and down*
OKAY, you caught me, I am totally crazy after birds*looks guilty*