Disclaimer: I only wish I owned these peoples…then I'd be
rich and you'd see Kouimi in Dejimon…e_x But they aren't, so that's why I write
fluffy romances. ^^
A/N: Blah. n.n Here we go, another Kouimi. Yep Yep. I had
divine inspiration. O_o; That doesn't happen to often, so I wrote with it. E.e
La. Anyway, this is just the beginning of a trilogy of stories about the love
of Koushiro and Mimi and how it flourishes and stuff. But its not going to be
the norm…this one is about Mimi's departure to New York and the stress it puts
them both through. The next one is going to take place slightly after 02 and is
going to be set up differently…but its top secret. ;D Although, its not
original, just don't want any others like it coming out before mine. x.o;
Anyway, the third one is a mystery…so, just stay tuned. n.n Anyway, I'm
blabbing. x.x Here's chapter one:
Chapter 1: Deafening Silence
"You can't be doing this!" A fog of meshing colors
cloaked my vision, the entire room forming a blur, no longer could I make out
my parents faces, their comforting arms becoming nothing but knives, piercing
my shaking back.
Bringing
weight to my feet, I sprinted down the hallway, long brunette strands trailing
in the wind behind me. Slamming the door to my room, I locked myself inside,
bathing in a tub of self-pity and agony, my tender heart drifting only to the
thought of one, mahogany haired boy.
Izumi
Koushiro. How could I break such terrifying news to him? How do you tell the
one you love that you're moving across treacherous oceans against your will?
And that you may never see each other again?
Clutching
my pillow, tears rolled down my pain-stricken features, remaining steadfast
once they reached the pillow, soaking in their own puddles. America? What was
so great about that messed-up land anyway? And why had my mother been so happy
when we had saved up enough money? It was just another land, for Christ's Sake!
Another lonely, dreary place to ship your daughter off to, without taking a
single look backwards. How could they do this to me, and not feel guilt?
Before
long, I had sobbed myself into a dreadful slumber, dreaming of the
"pale-skinned 'jap' girl" that I was too likely to be called.
But
the ringing phone awoke be, bringing me back to my reality. Sulking, I barely
made way to the receiver, hoping someone comforting would be on the other line…
"Hello?"
I tried my hardest to mask the tears, not ready to confront a soul about this
yet.
"Mimi?"
His familiar voice would startle me. Koushiro…he always had the oddest calling
times. The faint sound of clicking keys and other computer noises would
reassure my conscience.
"Yes,
this is me, Koushiro…" Flopping myself backwards onto the dark pink sheets
which covered my mattress, I silently wished I had not picked up the receiver
those 30 seconds ago.
"Something
wrong? I...I...didn't call at a bad time, did I?" His voice was flooded with
concern. Had my tears propelled themselves across the phone lines, and he knew?
My emotion, my desperate sorrow…I wasn't that easy to read was I?
"Koushiro…"
I could barely release the whisper, it strangled my heart and pulled my vocal
chords, how dare my parents force me to do this? "We…we…need to talk."
His
incessant typing finally ceased, and I could ultimately tell his fear. His
voice shook uneasily, and I knew I had already hurt him. "Mimi…w...what about?"
How
I longed to be beside him at his computer, to be able to comfort him, in ways
impossible over these phone lines that stretched across the city. My arms ached
to wrap themselves around his body, and soothed the pain I was going to cause.
Perhaps
I was holding my love too highly…
"I'll
be at the park entrance in fifteen minutes." No farewell, I didn't even offer
an apology. I hung-up the phone, merely expecting him to show up there, without
giving the idea a second thought. It was something we both expected out of the
other, response to unspoken requests.
Rather
quickly, I gathered my coat and shoes from within my bedroom and started
towards the doorway. I had almost reached it too, fingers on the doorknob
almost out and onto the pathetic street.
"Mimi
hunnie? Where do you think you're going?" Mother's voice came from the living
room, her my father still sitting on the couch where I left them.
"Ruining
my life." I muttered, stepping out onto the street. The breeze causing me to
bring my pink jacket onto my shoulders as I began taking that dreaded walk. My
path was only illuminated by streetlights, which decorated the outskirts of the
sidewalk. It was then I was realizing the soft beauty of Odaiba, this section
of Tokyo I had called my home for so long.
Before
I knew it, I would arrive at the park entrance, my weary companion already
there. Even when I was at quite a distance, I recognized the boy who would
forever hold my weary heart; tinted-red locks, soft skin, his business-like
stature, and his eyes. Deep pools of pure-onyx, where I often found myself
adrift, captivating and mysterious, those orbs will forever amazed me. For
Koushiro held his emotions in those eyes, not on his face as most people do,
no. He had perfected shadowing his emotions quite well on his features, but one
could read his eyes like a book. Hurt, bliss, sorrow, love…they were all there…
His
hands were fidgeting as they always do when he was nervous. Without his laptop,
however they had little to do, one having been shoved into his pocket. The
other fooled with a tip of his messy hair, twisting it with such an uneasy
feeling in his eyes. He was so fragile;
his strength would be uncanny, yet useful in such times. I adored him so, and
had to control my impulsive need to run into his arms at first sight.
I hadn't estimated the amount of
sound my clunky boots would make, for as soon as I approached his head raised,
his eyes peering at me with such fear, a fear of hurt I knew all too well. His
gaze would pull away all too quickly, however, returning to a spot of the
ground, a sense of shame where it should not be resting.
"Mimi…don't
do this…" Low and gentle, his voice shook with uneasiness, he having already
made an assumption of hurt.
"Oh,
no. Koushiro…" My feet would lift into a quick pace as I hurried to his side. I
would never hurt him out of my own will; I couldn't do that to him. Placing my
hand softly on his cheek, I lifted his head that had fallen so wrongly in
shame, but so rightly in hurt. "Koushiro, I would never stop loving you…"
Reassuring him was my primary concern, shaking my head in an extra attempt to
send my message into those orbs that peered back at me.
In
seconds, his arms would be around me, embracing me with more strength than
ever. I couldn't help but oblige and wrap arms of my own around him, holding
him with equal strength. Our embrace would last for a long time, one side for
relief, and the other of pain. How could I dare break the news to him now? When
my love finally released his embrace, his grief was replace with a grin, a bright
smile only I ever saw. How I wished to give him a smile like that of my own,
and when there was none, I saw his fade away, whisking into the breeze.
"Then
what's wrong, Mimi?" His eyes were filled with overwhelming concern, and I
wished to have broken the news over the phone…but I just had to hold him in my
arms once more.
Tears
showered my face, the mass of colors returning to a haze as they had with my
parents. My hands were soon at my face, having begun to sob once more over my
upcoming departure, over leaving the only place I knew, my friends, my school,
my country…but most of all, for leaving a love this true.
Caring
arms caught me, sweeping me up in the sincerest love I have ever known,
caressing the back of my head in the attempt of comfort. The Koushiro I had
known was never one of touch, his emotions were hard enough to express, each
move he made being shaky an uneasy, but he was attempting to comfort me the
best way he knew how. He was shy, and he would always be, shoving his emotions
into a glaring computer screen, only selected individuals being welcomed into
his world.
I
pulled away. The rejection shone with awkward confusion in his face, his hand
falling weakly to his sides. His mind, and with all the knowledge it withheld,
all the numbers and codes he could roll off, could not comprehend what was
going on…he looked so dazed, so lost.
Deafening
silence flooded our presence, both of our heads held in shame, neither of us
knowing the truth in the others unspoken words.
