Yamato could barely sleep that night. His thoughts kept bugging him and the obvious kept running away from his understanding because he didn't want to know it, he didn't want to admit it. Sora was the only woman for him Sora and only Sora. Guilt was there because it was normal. Isn't it normal to feel bad if you said something that hurt a friend? Yup, it is. So why wouldn't he feel guilty? He'd apologize the next day or maybe not even that. After all it was only a stupid remark... or maybe he did need to say he was sorry? Why is life so complicated and why in the world do words hurt that much?
Mimi was in her room, reading a book and eating cherries. She loved doing that when she wasn't feeling quite happy and this was one of those days... How could Yamato have done something like that? "Book Mimi, book, there are no Yamatos in this story," she told herself while trying to concentrate. She usually could drown her sorrow in beautiful words and make it disappear but this time it wasn't working. The stinging in her heart was too bad to be forgotten that easily. She couldn't take it anymore. Without even bothering to get dressed she exited her apartment and took a taxi. People were staring at her and some reporters took pictures. They were always there, chasing Mimi. They'd become a pain a while back but now she didn't even have time to be bothered by them. She was in a weird mental state where all she could think of was talking to Yamato and letting him now she was NOT superficial. Nothing else mattered.
Yamato heard someone knock the door. Who could it be so late? He opened the door and right in front of him there was Mimi wearing a pink bathrobe and slippers. He wasn't sure of what weird idea had crossed the woman's mind but whatever it was it didn't seem too sane.
"Mimi...?" he asked not knowing what else to say.
"Listen, I do NOT care about looks that much and I'm grown up prep do you understand? I like reading, poetry and not only clothes as it might seem. You don't know enough to judge me so don't you dare to say anything similar EVER again!" Mimi spat those words in front of Yamato's face with anger that was actually sadness. The sadness of being rejected and dissed. The sadness of being lonely even when surrounded by people. Just sadness turned into anger.
Yamato was speechless. After moving his mouth for a little without knowing what to say he finally managed to push out a word. "Sorry."
Mimi suddenly fell back into reality without a parachute making the hit quite painful. What had she just done?! She saw the guilt reflected in Yamato's eyes besides his confusion. Immediately she apologized.
"No, I'm sorry... I sure do act as if I was like a teenager don't I? I shouldn't care so much of what you think. It's not as if you were my boyfriend or something..." she said bitterly. It didn't make a lot of sense because Yamato was her friend and of course it does hurt when a friend disses you. But Mimi simply wanted to deny her true feelings making them evident.
"I think I should go back to my apartment," Mimi said turning around but as she attempted to exit she found herself surrounded by reporters. Yamato pulled her back inside.
"You'd better stay unless you want to be eaten alive. I'll call my body guards tomorrow."
"Thank you..." Mimi muttered.
"Want some food?" Yamato asked naturally as if nothing had happened.
"No thanks. I'd rather have some sleep. I'll use the couch I guess."
"You can sleep in my bed, I don't care," with these words Yamato went into the kitchen. Mimi simply lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. She couldn't sleep but didn't want Yamato to notice it, she didn't feel like troubling him. A while later she heard steps. Yamato had stopped in front of her but what was he doing? Maybe looking for something on the little coffee table in front of her. Yeah, that was probably it. But then, a few seconds later she felt his warm lips on her forehead. Then the steps again. Mimi opened her eyes. What had just happened...?
Mimi was in her room, reading a book and eating cherries. She loved doing that when she wasn't feeling quite happy and this was one of those days... How could Yamato have done something like that? "Book Mimi, book, there are no Yamatos in this story," she told herself while trying to concentrate. She usually could drown her sorrow in beautiful words and make it disappear but this time it wasn't working. The stinging in her heart was too bad to be forgotten that easily. She couldn't take it anymore. Without even bothering to get dressed she exited her apartment and took a taxi. People were staring at her and some reporters took pictures. They were always there, chasing Mimi. They'd become a pain a while back but now she didn't even have time to be bothered by them. She was in a weird mental state where all she could think of was talking to Yamato and letting him now she was NOT superficial. Nothing else mattered.
Yamato heard someone knock the door. Who could it be so late? He opened the door and right in front of him there was Mimi wearing a pink bathrobe and slippers. He wasn't sure of what weird idea had crossed the woman's mind but whatever it was it didn't seem too sane.
"Mimi...?" he asked not knowing what else to say.
"Listen, I do NOT care about looks that much and I'm grown up prep do you understand? I like reading, poetry and not only clothes as it might seem. You don't know enough to judge me so don't you dare to say anything similar EVER again!" Mimi spat those words in front of Yamato's face with anger that was actually sadness. The sadness of being rejected and dissed. The sadness of being lonely even when surrounded by people. Just sadness turned into anger.
Yamato was speechless. After moving his mouth for a little without knowing what to say he finally managed to push out a word. "Sorry."
Mimi suddenly fell back into reality without a parachute making the hit quite painful. What had she just done?! She saw the guilt reflected in Yamato's eyes besides his confusion. Immediately she apologized.
"No, I'm sorry... I sure do act as if I was like a teenager don't I? I shouldn't care so much of what you think. It's not as if you were my boyfriend or something..." she said bitterly. It didn't make a lot of sense because Yamato was her friend and of course it does hurt when a friend disses you. But Mimi simply wanted to deny her true feelings making them evident.
"I think I should go back to my apartment," Mimi said turning around but as she attempted to exit she found herself surrounded by reporters. Yamato pulled her back inside.
"You'd better stay unless you want to be eaten alive. I'll call my body guards tomorrow."
"Thank you..." Mimi muttered.
"Want some food?" Yamato asked naturally as if nothing had happened.
"No thanks. I'd rather have some sleep. I'll use the couch I guess."
"You can sleep in my bed, I don't care," with these words Yamato went into the kitchen. Mimi simply lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. She couldn't sleep but didn't want Yamato to notice it, she didn't feel like troubling him. A while later she heard steps. Yamato had stopped in front of her but what was he doing? Maybe looking for something on the little coffee table in front of her. Yeah, that was probably it. But then, a few seconds later she felt his warm lips on her forehead. Then the steps again. Mimi opened her eyes. What had just happened...?