Sequel to "The Oceans
Between Us"
Chapter 1: Writer's Block
Dear Mimi,
Koushiro's usually incessant typing
came to a halt, a sigh of discouragement leaving his pursed lips. It had only
been a few weeks since Mimi had left for States, and already he felt the singe
of the miles between them. He longed to merely see her smiling face, those
perked cherry lips had etched themselves in his heart for all eternity, but
could he take the physical distance between them?
It wasn't he had nothing to write to
Mimi about, he had more than enough happening in his life right then to jot
about, but it wasn't writing to her he needed to do, no, he yearned to hold the
radiant pink beauty in his arms, but he knew this was illogical in their
present situation. Still, it was an awkward feeling for him, wanting to embrace
someone, and he could not seem to remove his mind from a slim feminine face,
framed in locks of chestnut.
"Koushiro?" His mom's voice came
from outside his bedroom door, awaking Koushiro from yet another daydream.
"Yes, Mom?" The computer-savvy young
teenager spun around in his chair, bringing his front to the wooden door that
opened into his bedroom.
"Dinner's ready, hunnie." Mrs.
Izumi's reply always came with a smile, her loving and casual demeanor always apparent
in her actions.
"I'll be right out." He would than
return his face the monitor in which his letter was contained. He had gotten no
farther than the greeting, and still did not know what the body of his letter
would contain. Closing out of the word processing program, he stood in defeat,
still searching for the beautiful inspiration he could find only in Mimi
herself.
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"Mimi!" A voice called to the girl
who was found descending the stairs of her family's residence. Wearing a head
of colored pink hair, Tachikawa Mimi had found herself accepted quickly into
the ways of her New York's social classes. Her qualms had been eagerly
confirmed incorrect when she was introduced to her first new friend, Kerri. An
equally jaunty brunette, she too was interested in fashion styles and
fitting-in as any young teen girl was. Kerri's large circle of friends aided
Mimi's acceptance, also, but there were certain aspects of the group which were
not to be desired.
"Hey!" Mimi's hand rose, waving to
her newly found friend as she came to the bottom to meet her recently
discovered friend. The perky girl wore a small pink backpack that held her
cosmetics and other possessions that meant much more meaning to the love struck
girl. It held a pile of printed e-mails, no doubt from her friends back home,
most of its contents being from that of Koushiro. His presence was greatly
missed everyday, and she was impatient for her first trip to Japan over the
coming winter break. Mimi was often looking for an out to take her minds of
such things, and often found her easiest avoidance of grieving over Koushiro in
spending time with her American friends.
The brunette grinned, "Me and Jason are
meeting over at Massey's Ice Cream, wanna come?"
Mimi stopped. Jason. She had been
least partial to his presence and stature from Kerri's entire bulk of friends.
Tall, and what her American friends labeled as a "tough guy" Jason was not one
to mess with, almost one not to talk to. Jason had nothing but insults on
Mimi's devotion to her boyfriend across seas, had done nothing but laughed when
Mimi had mentioned the computer program he had created for her. Nose crinkling
in disgust, Kerri's smile quickly departed from her face.
"Oh c'mon! Not
what's-his-name-again! Jason is just playin' around when he does that, Mimi!"
Folding her arms across her chest,
the pink-haired girl glared in repulsion. "His name is Koushiro. And it's not
funny."
"It is if you're Jason!" Kerri flung
her arms into the air, annoyed at her acquaintance stubbornness, "I don't know
what type of pricks you hung out with in Japan, but that's the class of people
you know here in New York, alright?"
Honey-glazed oculars store blankly in disbelief. When she came to
break her gaze, she turned, muttering that she had to go e-mail Koushiro in
Japan.
Keri sighed in defeat, "You go do
that. Just promise me you'll show up at Massey's, alright? They're expecting
you."
"Yeah, I'll be there." Mimi replied,
slamming the front door to her house. Running directly up to her bedroom, she
did not think twice about what she was about to do. For often, this is what she
had come to do when she had been clouded in sadness. She headed straight for
the computer, praying there would be an e-mail from one of her friends in
Japan, but more than anything, she hoped it was from Koushiro, after all, she
had not yet received one from him that day.
Hurriedly typing in her password,
she was soon logged onto her America Online screen name. Having turned off the
computer sound, as not to disturb her mother who was reading in the other room,
she quickly brought her computer mouse to the open mailbox, double-clicking it
to open.
'Junk, junk, junk...' Her eyes
scanned the few messages, which had accumulated somewhat in the past hours. She
had found a small note from Taichi, but, to her dismay, a letter from Koushiro
lacked to arrive in her mailbox.
Skimming Taichi's quickly, she
found, as she always did, that his letter did not often too much condolences to
her problems. Just a rambling on how his life was going. Not that she didn't
care, that she did, but at that moment she needed comfort above anything else.
Closing out of America Online, she ignored the several IM's she
had already received from her American friends. Weren't they supposed to be at
Massey's?
Grabbing her backpack from beneath
her feet, she quickly rummaged through it, in search of a small computer disc.
Catching sight of the black square
with her eyes, she pumped her prize into the air, squealing with overwhelming
delight. This present had brought her more joy than anything else she had been
given before she had left Japan and would ultimately remove her doubts and
annoyances for the brief moments it played.
Carefully, she slid the tiny disc
into her computer's A drive, awaiting its display.
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"Goodnight,
Mom, Dad." Koushiro's voice rang out to them as he escaped to his room. He
loved his parents dearly, but he was still faced with the dilemma of what to
write to Mimi.
He had never experience trouble
writing to his love before; always quick with words Izumi Koushiro knew what to
say and how to say it, but today, today it was different.
There was something missing,
something he lacked today that he had grasped courageously before. He had yet
to put his finger on it, or even theorize its solution. He was in avoidance of
his problem, pretending it did not exist when it was more than his reality.
It was his fear.
Collapsing
on his bed, Izumi Koushiro store blankly at his ceiling, not wanting to feel or
drift into thought about anything. He knew that road, and its destination. It
wasn't that he didn't believe his feelings, sometimes it even seemed he felt
too much, if there was such a thing. Even now, with a clear mind, there was a
lake of water accumulating on his bottom eyelid, how had his thoughts returned
to hew? He had promised himself he would stop this; Yamato was right, the whole
situation was unhealthy. But he could not help himself, he had lost half of him
when her flight had departed. He couldn't help by curiously wonder, had he
crossed the line between love and obsession?
A/N: ;_; Poor Koushi!
x.x; That was soo…odd. O_o When did I start writing stuff like this? x_x; But,
heh, it'll get better, I promise. ^^;; Chapter 2 will be out sometime this
weekend, hopefully, and if not on Monday. So keep 'yer eyes posted. n.n Please
be kind and review, please. And thank you to those who reviewed mah previous
stories! Its greatly appreciated.
