Here I am with another fic! I had this idea when I was reading "I've got your number" by Sophie Kinsella and just thought it would be a perfect story for Mimi! This fic is loosely based on the book. It starts Jyoumi but will turn to Koumi at some point. Sorato is also featured on it, but I'm not sure about Takari yet. Please review! Enjoy.

Once Upon A Encounter

Chapter 1: The Beginning
Mimi Tachikawa was walking down a street in New York with a large smile on her face. She was a twenty-five year old woman who had just gotten a huge offer to have a clothing line designed by her. Well, not exactly designed since she knew nothing about drawing fashion sketches. Her best friend, Sora Takenouchi, worked at a famous clothing store and suggested they'd have a special line by her. So basically Sora would draw the sketches and Mimi just had to approve them.
Mimi was also a famous worldwide model, having even modeling for Victoria's Secrets. She decided to retire from this job at the end of last year; she wanted to explore different areas, so she's got into acting. She was also engaged to Jyou Kido, her long-time boyfriend; he was a respected doctor in Tokyo and just two years older than her. They have been together for about five years now and are still very happy. They didn't see each other very often, because they lived in different countries. But they made sure to visit one another once a month. Jyou was arriving at USA later that day; she couldn't wait to see him again.

Mimi continued her shopping for about half an hour and then headed to the clothing store Sora worked at. She walked in and saw her friend making out with her boyfriend, Yamato Ishida. Yamato was a tall and blonde guy with pierce baby-blue eyes. He was also the lead singer and bassist from a band called The Teenage Wolves. It all started as a garage band back in Japan and grew into something huge very fast. They are now famous all over the world. Mimi faked a cough to break them up.
"Good afternoon to you too, Mimi." Sora teased her. "I drew some more sketches for you to approve. Do you want to see them now?"
"Aren't you the most dedicated employee?" She said as she grabbed the sketches from her friend's hand. "Oh my God, Sora! These are seriously amazing!"
Sora beamed. "Thank you."
"Isn't she the most talented person ever?" Yamato slid his hands around her waist and she leaned against his body. "She has other talents she doesn't show everyone."
"Ew, gross." Mimi frowned. "Save me from details on your sex life, would you?"
"So are these approved too?" The red haired woman changed the subject back to the main point.
"Yes, absolutely!" She clapped her hands together. "I will never be able to thank you enough for coming up with the idea of a clothing line by Mimi Tachikawa."
"It's no problem, really." Sora smiled. "It helped me get a promotion, so it's a win-win situation."
"So do you have any plans for tonight? Jyou is flying all the way from Japan and I wanted to see if you're up for a double date or something."
Sora and Yamato exchanged looks and the blonde turned to her again. "We would love to, but it's Takeru's big night. His first novel is being released tonight and there'll be a big party."
"Oh I see." Mimi tried not to sound disappointed.
"But we can definitely arrange something tomorrow. It's been a while since we last saw Jyou, so we miss him."
"When is he arriving, by the way?"
"At around 7 pm." She looked at her watch. "Oh no, it's 6pm already! I need to rush home and take a shower before driving to the airport."
"So you better hurry if you want to make it on time."
"That's right. I'll see you guys later."
And with that, she ran out the door and to her apartment.

Koushiro Izumi was a twenty-five year old man who was a trainee in engineering at New York Institute of Technology. Like Mimi, he was also from Japan, but decided to take his chances at going to college in the USA. Thankfully, NYIT saw his potential and offered him a scholarship.
He had red hair and was about 5'7" and had a very slim figure. He had a cup of coffee from Starbucks on his right hand while he made his way out of the Institute. He was supposed to meet his longtime friend, Taichi Yagami, for a soccer game later. Honestly, he didn't feel like it that much, but Taichi convinced him to do it. Koushiro reached down into his pockets when he heard his phone ringing and buzzing inside his fancy pants. He sighed when he saw the name on the screen.
"Hello, Natsuko."
"Hey, Koushiro." She said in her usual exciting voice. "Do you feel like doing something tonight?"
He frowned. He hated when people didn't understand him or pretended not to. Natsuko was his ex-girlfriend. They had broken up a few weeks ago. Well, he broke up with her. He couldn't stand her constant need to control every step he took and always be on his case whenever he did something without telling her. Apparently, she has a hard time accepting they're no longer together.
"Natsuko, I don't mean to sound rude, but we're not a couple anymore. So if I have plans or not is not really your business."
"You shouldn't really treat me that bad." She complained.
"I'm sorry, but you're not making this any easier for me. I don't know how else I can say without being mean or something."
"It's just temporary, right? We are just taking a break."
"No, Natsuko." Koushiro sighed. "I'm tired of you always on my case. I need to breathe. I need to live my own life sometimes and you won't let me."
"I'm sorry, Koushiro." She said desperately. "I know I'm a little possessive sometimes, but I promise I will change. Just give me another chance."
"I can't, I'm sorry. Please, don't force me to make drastic decisions and change this number. I hope you accept this is over and there's no turning back."
"But Koushiro…."
"Goodbye, Natsuko." He ended the call without even giving her a chance to reply.

Sora was tidying up the last fabrics spread around the large white table while Yamato kept on kissing the back of her neck, making it hard for her to focus on her task.
"You think we can use your new bed when we get to your place?"
"I don't think so." She was surprised to herself for having the strength to answer. "We have Takeru's event, remember? We won't have time for it."
"Oh, come on." He ran his hands up and down her arms. "We need to start using it someday."
"Maybe later, but I won't promise you anything. Who knows what time will the event end?"
"We can always sneak out before, you know?"
"Must you be so insistent?" Sora turned around and faced him. She ran out of air for a moment; she forgot how handsome he was that day. "You're like a child who keeps tormenting their parents when they don't get what they want."
"Come on, you know you want it to."
"Maybe." She averted his eyes; she knew she would be busted if she didn't. "But this is important to Takeru. He'd kill you if you showed up late. Or didn't show up at all."
"Oh I'm sure he would understand me wanting to spend some time along with my girlfriend."
"It's not cool, Yama."
"No." He nodded. "But you're leaving me no choice. Especially when you wear such a short skirt like that." He ran his hands over her thighs as he leaned over and touched her lips shyly, only to make her want for more.
"Mrs. Takenouchi, do you need anything else from me?" Hikari Yagami, her assistant, asked from the office door.
"No, you are free to go, Hikari." Sora pulled away from Yamato and flashed a smile at her employee. "Thanks."
She watched Hikari leaving and then turned her attention back to her boyfriend. He had a mischievous smile on his face, the kind of smile he used to show he wasn't backing down that easily.
"I hate that smile of yours." She avoided looking at him. "We're not doing it before your brother's event."
"You're so stubborn sometimes." He said with frustration and dropped his head a little. "What's the big deal anyway?"
"It's Takeru's day! How can you be so reckless about your own brother? The event isn't up before two hours, but God knows you take a long time to get ready. Sometimes I think you're the woman in this relationship."
Sora couldn't help but giggle, much to Yamato's despair. He absentmindedly ran a hand through his golden hair.
"Hey, this beauty doesn't pretty up alone. It takes a long of work to get it this way. Girls love it."
"I bet they do."
"Don't you love it?" He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him.
"It's very soft, yeah." She had trouble with finding the words because he was planting a trail of kisses around her neck just to arouse her.
She regretted telling him she had a weakness on the area; now he wouldn't let go. She could tell he was almost getting what he wanted in the first place. Ah, to hell with it. Sora threw her arms around his neck as Yamato's mouth made its way up to her chin and finally reached her mouth. He pressed his lips against hers lightly and then pulled away from her. She made a soft moan and he smirked. He traced the contour of her mouth with his finger and licked his own ones without realizing it. The stylist's eyes were closed since she gave up trying to resist him. She hated when he turned her on like that because she often lost her power to stop it, and he knew it.
"Are we actually gonna have sex here? This is where I work."
"Imagine how thrilling it can be." Yamato whispered in her ear. "Don't tell me you never wanted to have wild sex in your office?"
"Not really, actually." Sora shook her head, completely grossed out. "It would take me long time to put everything back in its place."
"You have a way to ruin someone's fantasy."
"I'm sorry, Yamato. It's just not gonna happen."
"Are you sure?" He asked seductively. "Cause it seemed to me you wanted to."
He slid his hand under her top and made its way up her belly to her breasts. He held one of them firmly, causing Sora to tilt her head back and moan a bit loud. There was a smile full of satisfaction on his face.
"Alright, you won. But we have to make it quick if we won't to make it to Takeru's event on time."
Sora removed his hand from under her top and took it off, tossing it on the floor. Yamato unbuttoned his black shirt and let it fall down. He then grabbed his girlfriend by the waist and kissed her furiously. Before they knew it they were on the floor, without any clothes on.

Mimi was driving to the airport to pick Jyou up when she came across an unexpected traffic jam.
"What? Are you kidding me?" She said angrily. "I need to get to the airport! I can't be held in a fucking traffic jam!"
She started honking to see if the cars would go any faster, but didn't succeed. She frowned and lay back in her seat. She then sighed and turned up the radio. Luckily for her, the song playing at the moment was one of her favorites. She looked at herself through the rearview mirror and fixed her make-up. She was just finishing putting lipstick on when her phone rang. She smiled when she saw the name in the call ID.
"Hello?" She said with sexiest voice she could.
"Hey, where are you?" Jyou replied as he looked around the lounge. "I just got off the plane."
"I'm held up in traffic." Mimi said frustrated. "Wait, you came a little earlier than I expected. What time is it?"
"7pm. That's the time I said I was going to land."
"I know this. But it takes about half an hour to get your bags and stuff."
"Mimi, darling." He said softly though he was losing his temper. "I think you misunderstood me. The flight was due at 6:30pm. My luggage would be available at 7pm."
"No, you said you were landing at 7pm."
"Whatever." Jyou said annoyed, and clearly tried to change the subject. "Did you move yet?"
"No." She nervously hit the steering wheel. "And I think it's gonna be a while."
"Don't worry about me, Mimi." Jyou tried to calm her down. "I can get a cab to your place and we'll meet there. You are still near it, aren't you?"
"Sort of, yes. God, I'm so sorry. I promised I would pick you up when you got here and couldn't even do it. I'm such a lousy girlfriend."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You couldn't know there'd be traffic jam. These things happen."
"I know, but still…"
"Hey, it's not your fault, okay? If you go back now, we can see each other sooner than you think."
"Okay." She said, giving in. "I promise I will make up for it later."
"I can't wait for it." He smiled.
"I have to go now before I cause an accident."
"That's clever. I need to hail a cab too. I'll see you soon, then."
"Great. Jyou?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Mimi."
Jyou ended the call and stared at the phone in his hand. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was for having Mimi in his life.
Mimi looked away for a moment to put her phone back in her purse. When she focused on the road again, she didn't have enough time to break and hit the car ahead.
"Oh no! No!"

Koushiro was driving to the soccer field when he saw the accident that had just happened. He decided to stop and help the driver.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he took a look at the damage the crash had caused.
"Yes, I'm fine." Mimi said as she got out of the car. "This shouldn't have happened."
"Talking on the phone while driving?"
"That's none of your business." She snapped.
"Okay." Koushiro said surprisingly calm. "I wanted to help, but apparently you don't need it."
"Wait!" She said as he turned around to leave. "I'm sorry. I was supposed to pick up my boyfriend at the airport and was late. I really have a bad timing. I couldn't have crashed my car right now."
"Well, there's nothing you can do about it. A friend of mine fixes cars. I can take you there if you want."
"No, that's okay." She said with a smile. "I'm sure you have other things to do."
"Yeah, well…" He rubbed the back of his head. "I was supposed to meet a friend for a soccer game, but I really don't feel like going. It's no trouble for me."
"If you insist. My name is Mimi Tachikawa, by the way."
"Mimi Tachikawa? As in the famous model?"
"The one and only."
Koushiro couldn't help but notice she had a beautiful smile. Her teeth were so white she could easily be on a toothpaste commercial on TV. He was looking at her so intently that he forgot about everything around him. That is, until he saw her hand waving in front of him.
"I'm sorry, I was lost in my thoughts here."
"I can see that." Mimi suppressed a laughter. "Are you taking me to your friend's?"
"Yes." He nodded quickly. "'By the way, do you have a car insurance? I think you might need one."
"Yes, I do indeed. Let me get it." She headed back to her car to grab her phone.
Koushiro was still analyzing the damages on her silver Mercedes Benz with a frown on his face. Mimi was dialing the insurance company's number on her phone when someone in a bike passed by her and took it away.
"Nooooooo! Come back here!" She yelled.
"What happened?" He stood up and looked at her.
"The man in the bike stole my phone."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Do you think I would joke about something like this? Of course I'm serious!"
"Hey!" He started running towards the man. "Come back here! Give her phone back!"
The man looked over his shoulder with a smile and gave him his middle finger.
"Some education people have nowadays." Koushiro mumbled as he went back to Mimi.
"Looks like your phone is gone."
"What am I gonna do now? I have a lot of personal stuff in there." She leaned against her car and covered her face with her hands.