Ok that's it! I.have.*had* it!!! I am soooooooo kicking associty!!! Sorry for not writing in forever but someone sent me a virus!! And my stupidocity and I(or me? Sorry I'm majorly grammatically challenged) opened it!! It took(how long has it been) a month in a half? For the guy to fix it!! Dude(SWEET! Sorry^^ u know, from 'Dude where's my car?' I luv that movie!) what kind of sick twisted mastermind does other human beings!! A word of advice readers: People are eeeeeeeeeevvvvvvil!!!
† The Perfect Seduction †
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Mimi fought savagely against the bile rising in her throat. 'No, Kami no! Not today! Its too soon!' her mind screamed. The wedding dress looked as if it was mimicked from her daydreams. Sheer loose sleeves dangling from the arms and ending at the shoulder. Not a single scratchy sequence or lace in sight. White silk poured from the sleeves curving for the fit of the breasts and ending at the floor. She scanned the pearly tiara hanging on the shelf above its counterpart dress. She instantly shut her mouth as well as slam the door. She whirled around leaning against it for support trying not to die of hyperventilation.
She screwed her eyes shut trying to sooth her stress. 'This is all a dream, a bad dream, yeah right, 3 friggin' years of a bad dream.' Mimi though rolling her eyes under their lids. She let out a long awaited breath before sagging to the floorboards. Ok well at least she had her wits about her now. Her pale milky hand ran through her now cinnamon streaked hair.
"Wonder what the shoes look like…"
She bit her tongue angrily. What in hell-on earth was she thinking! This was ridiculously stupid! Eyes scanned the room for any sort of a way out. Unfortunately there was none. Yamato was definitely watching the security now. Mimi sighed angrily slamming the back of her head against the door.
"Aaaaaaooooooowwww!" She whined.
A hand grudgingly went to caress the wound. Might as well mark *that* off her stress handle list. She knew it was a retarded thought but maybe, by some ungodly chance, the door could be unlocked. She felt stupid for having such false hope.
"False hope is better than none at all. Ok I have really gotta stop talking to myself like this!" She berated.
Carefully leaning up she tiptoed towards the elegant door. Cringing she touched her hand to the knob.
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Yamato 'Matt' Ishida stared nonchalantly in the mirror lifting the papery stick to his lips.
"Sir you really shouldn't smoke that in here."
He looked down to where the nasally voice had come from and smirked at the skinny tailor at his feet before blowing a perfect smoke ring in his face.
"Um…yes, of course, right." He coughed.
This was really beginning to irritate him. He looked at the sleek suit adorning his body. It was fine the way it was! What the hell did it need tailoring for!? He shrugged annoyed. He supposed it was like the way it was with women and off the rack stuff. Matt yawned stretching much to the annoyance of the poor tailor. 'Hn, speaking of women..' he thought. He didn't want to be here. Where was Mimi? He missed her. He wanted to go back to the hotel already. He ran the bottom of the cigarette over his bottom lip. She had seemed so upset before. What could he do to make her happy? There was always mind-blowing sex. Nope, no that just made him happy. Although she had never been complaining herself. Matt shook his head clearing his mind of these thoughts causing the tailor to glare up at him from his measurements. Ok off that subject. Perhaps something with her parents? What the hell could he do about that? They weren't exactly going to rise to the occasion.
When did things grow to be this complicated? Just a few years ago all it took was a little trip anywhere to make her ecstatic. What had changed……….Ah yes. The little chocolate haired asshole. He grimaced at the thought. His little seduction had confused her. A small smile managed to work over his mouth. He would show her the truth. He would set her back on track. He would show her that she belonged at his side, and his side alone.
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What? The knob had turned most easily. She peeked her head out to scan her surroundings. Room upon room upon room. Where was she! This wasn't a mansion! It looked like a hotel!……………….scratch that. An extremely *fancy* hotel, she noted looking down at the fashionable marble. She smiled stepping her foot out and running it over the silken marble. Only to have to machineguns at her head in what seemed as less that thirteen seconds.
"Back inside baby." One growled.
She did a double take at the size of these wastes of space! They were huge! They looked like hairless gorillas! 'Well, maybe not….' She thought glimpsing at they're not so hairless arms. She backed up closing the door behind her.
"Ok he really gypped up the security!"
Mimi ran to the windows. Bars. As in bars! Aka bars of the unbreakable by a nail file variety. Her mind screamed like an eagle being locked in a cage. Slamming against the golden bars to be free again. 'Nonononononono' a very familiar sound reached her ears interrupting her mantra.
*Nock, Nock, Nock*
Her cinnamon edged hair flared as her head whipped around to face an opening door. She cringed turning away not wanting to face the putrid gorilla men again.
"Miss?"
Ok since when on kami's green earth did putrid gorilla men have nasally high-pitched voices? The pale young girl/woman cracked a honey eye open only to see what absolutely had to be the Guinness definition of computer nerd. A tall but anorexic ally skinny boy stood there, he couldn't have been more than fifteen! Acne scarred his placid features along with cold sores and others she had no will to know about. Lanky black string-like hair hung about his face covering most of the puss-filled zits. The normal uniform of jeans and tank top draped off his frame like a five year old in big brother's clothing. By now both her eyes where open taking in the comic sight.
"Um, Yeah?"
He seemed relieved that she had stopped staring at him yet the nervous aura still clung to him like moths to a flame. She bit back a smile of nostalgia. It made her think of home after she had separated from her cheerleader mates and was walking to her locker. Every once in a while a little popularly challenged person would cross paths with her and turn into an anxious babbling idiot. A little red headed boy was the most frequent occupation of these experiences. Short fragile little thing but had an air about him that made him absolutely adorable to Mimi. Like those scared little puppies in the shop. And like one he would shake and tremble in her wake, but strangely he always managed clenched eyed to try to utter a few conversational words to her. Once after he had won the chess championship he had been confident to say she looked pretty today. Of course was only seconds after that bolted for the door and didn't show up to school for three days. She laughed snapping out of her memories. There stood the boy blushing like a turnip in the sun.
"..eh, Miss are you ok?"
She giggled and nodded.
"Sorry about that, I'm not making you nervous am I?" She couldn't resist the natural cheerleader instinct to tease.
His face by now reminded her of an overly cooked tomato ready to burst.
"Ah no! I-I'm fine. Mr. Ishida sent me here to fetch you." He mumbled taking a sudden interest in his boot-clad feet.
"HE WWHHHAAAATTT!???? WHAT THE HELL FOR!??" She screeched balling her hands into fists.
Her expression instantly softened seeing him about ready to bawl.
"Sorry sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you; It was Matt I was thinking of. It had nothing to do with you." She smiles warmly coming closer to him.
He gulped and nodded chocking back the fear tears.
"Well I, for one, refuse to go anywhere until I know you name!" She put her hands on her hips smirking.
The lanky haired boy fought off his quickly reddening cheeks.
"My-My name's Shisho. It's nice to meet you Mis-"
"Mimi, quit calling me Miss. It's making me feel old."
Shisho was quick for repentance, nodding immediately and correcting himself.
Mimi couldn't argue with the wave of adoration like a child in a pet store. He seemed to bare the same quality the boy had at her high school. She gushed over him taking his cheeks into her hands.
"Awwwww!!! Kawaii!"
She felt him shake in her hands.
"P-P-Please Miss. Mimi! You're making me nervous now!"
Mimi laughed stepping away from him only to entwine arms with him as they walked out.
"Sorry again, you just remind me of some boy I knew. Or, well I didn't know him really. Never really got the chance."
"If its any of my business ma'am, who?"
"Hmm, lemma thinks, Koki? No, that's not it. Iuka? No nope. Um, ok I got it! Koushiro! Koushiro Izzumi!"
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Ok it was official. Truly, positively official! He. Was. A God! Taichi grinned ear-to-ear racing about the quarters to the stairs. After hours of searching he had finally tracked the blond bastard down! Zeek had long since heard the stomping of his feet and was trailing him eager to see the paper in his hand.
"Boss! C'mon now! Lemme see! Whatchya got there?!"
"Sorry big guy! I'm on my own this time! There's no time for you right now ok?" He yelled over his shoulder speeding towards the door with the large man on his heels.
"BBBbbbOOOooooSSSsss!!!" Zeek whined.
"Sorry Z! I'll make it up to you later kay? See ya!" He yelled bolting out the door.
He laughed for the very first time in what seemed and probably was years. He finally knew exactly where the rival enemy was. Knew absolutely everything! And there wasn't a damn thing Yamato could do about it. Taichi yanked on a quick helmet revving up the motorcycle (I love those!). He took another triumphant glimpse at the print out sporting Matt's location. With that in mind a song in his heart he raced off.
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Yamato Matt Ishida smiled retaining a laugh as his boys had to practically prone his soon to be bride to keep from lacerating his throat.
"YOU *&^%$# SON OF %$#$#@ BASTARD ON WHEELS!!!! GET THE ^&% OFF ME!! DON'T %&@ TOUCH ME!"
He briefly wondered where she was ever exposed to such words. But emotion always seemed to make her even more eurethral then she already was. Meaning she was practically glowing when they had to strap her to a stretcher with the girls had to dress her. Matt turned around to look her over once more before parting to the 'chapel'. Her dress was perfect. A small but noticeable tiara adorned her hair pulling it out of her face. She had put up too much of a fight for them to dye her hair so it was still quite multicolored. He of course couldn't have given less a damn. She was gorgeous either way. She would've been beautiful with orange hair for all he cared. Dyed or not they did a wonderful job styling it. Half of it was in a but the rest was curled to bounce on her back and frame her elegant face. One that which wasn't exactly the face of a queen at the moment. Not with furious knotted eyebrows and perfect lips spewing curses that would make a prison man turn red.
He sighed walking over to her just being able to manage a lightning quick stroke of her cheek before she attempted to bite him.
"Well precious, I have to leave you for a few minutes-"
"Oh the tragedy." She snapped sarcastically.
He continued ignoring her.
"These men will escort you to my church ok?" With that he pivoted turning towards the door. "See you at the alter!" He called over his shoulder blowing a quick kiss before walking out.
"What kind of screwed up hell priest would sell him a church!?"
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Mimi cringed as he was shoved into the shining limo. She glared at the gorilla men watching them carefully as they scooted in signaling who ever the driver was to step on it. The drive was long and silent. Her mouth just itching to resume ecsorsizing it use of curse words, and would happily of done so had they not gagged her the micro-second Matt stepped out. She was out of breath from screaming through the cloth wishing they had just filled it with chloroform. A feeling washed over her that chilled her to the core.
Mimi Tachikawa was scared.
Hell! Mimi Tachikawa was absolutely terrified!! What was going to happen to her! What the hell had already happened to her? She found herself, as she seemed to do more frequently than before letting her memories take her away. She closed her eyes trying her best to picture her old friends. The happy exited feeling everyone got before a game or pep rally. Her dad's sunglasses. Her mother's singing in the morning. Her first kiss. Her first boyfriend. Osamu Ichijouji. A small smile took over her lips. Such a sweet shy boy. How she missed those types of feelings. Where the biggest moment of her life had been when he had taken up the nerve to kiss her on the porch and run. How giddy her friends had been when one of them had been asked out. The gossip of who wore what and how tacky it was.
But those days where gone. Never to return. She could practically seeing them waving bye to her. Just waving.
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Yamato stood respectfully at the front of the alter. The chapel was as it always was. Empty. Save the paid off priest and organ player. He turned towards the doors hearing a click. Out was shoved a rather ungraceful Mimi. She glared piercing daggers at him. He noticed a red mark running across her mouth curious as to where it came from. The organ music started bringing back the elated smirk to his features. Matt watched her hesitate for a second then a look of no choice passed over her. He gazed every step down. She wouldn't even look at him her stare focused to the marble pattern of the floor. Concern and guilt coursed through him as he watched her trudge like a funeral widow towards him. He shook it off. This was only temporary. He would bring her smiles back to her beautiful face. She would look at him with love again.
Finally face to face she still stubbornly refused to take her eyes to even his knees. Just as stubborn ignoring the priests rambling he brought his hand to her chin turning it up to meet his own sapphires. She glared defiantly into them. He only smiled warmly running his hand to cup her cheek. She was hard and angry that was for sure. Kami how he wanted her to match his smile. Just one and he would be happy. Just a little one. Was that really so much to ask? He mouthed 'I love you' to her. Her glare turned to disgust abruptly whipping her face away from him. He growled at the priest insisting he just get on with it. He couldn't stand to see her like this. Why couldn't she see this was the right choice? He was going to make her happy damn it! He would do anything for her! There wasn't a thing or act in the world he wouldn't do for her sake.
Taichi had misled her! Cuujo had misled her! He was the only one in the world who truly loved her! And she wouldn't even look at him. Feeling dejected he decided to hone in on the old man's last words.
(Sorry but this is the most cliché classic scene! I just had to do it!*gets stars in her eyes*)"And if there is anyone here who objects to the matrimony of Yamato Ishida and Mimi Tachikawa, speak now or forever hold his peac-"
A roar of smashing sounded echoing through the chapel. The inturruption drew all attention to the large gothic doors as the clashed with the walls. Two bodies lay in a pool of blood at the feet of the man with the worst timing in Matt's few. Taichi stood there in full outright rage. Yamato stared Taichi down with hatred of his own. Mimi's rejection and obvious depression, his constant interference with his life, his loneliness, all this had been building to phenomenal levels. Killing was the only thing that was going to sooth this pain.
*Click*
Sapphire eyes soon found themselves staring into a dark tunnel. Yes killing was the only thing to sooth the pain.
But no one said whose pain and who would do the killing.
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Byes Byes Byes!! One chap left to go!! Again I reinstate! The poll link is on chap:12! Go there 2 vote for a sequal!! I need at least 50 votes 2 continue kay? Luv, peace, and tanning grease peoples!!
