Note: Hello! I haven't gotten around to updating, haha. Anyway, sorry for taking so long. I was pretty busy this summer. I managed to actually put a chapter up here! I'll try to put chapters up faster! Well, moving on…

Something Pretty

Chapter Three – So Vain

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YAMATO ISHIDA, the sexy lead singer of the hottest band in Japan has been reportedly seen around town with model Sora Takenouchi. The singer began his career with The Wolves in high school, where they quickly gained popularity in their hometown of Odaiba. They grew successful on their song, "I Turn Around", and are now back in Tokyo after a four month tour across Japan. Although Ishida and Takenouchi are keeping quiet about their relationship, it is rumored that…

Sora stared at the tabloid. Why did people care about what she and Yamato were doing? Why did the paparazzi hound her so much?

She shook her head and threw the tabloid into the trash can. Her agent had given it to her to "keep her updated" on what people were saying about her. She claimed that it was a good incentive to know what the gossip was. Sora didn't see the point in doing so.

Wasn't it just better to ignore what everyone was saying? To be oblivious to the rumors and gossip? That seemed like a good way to keep a healthy relationship going in this media-crazed world. Besides, Sora didn't really care for all the glamour of stardom, it was getting annoying being followed, or daresay… stalked by the paparazzi.

As if to interrupt her thoughts, her cell phone began to ring. Sora picked it up from the table and glanced at the caller ID:

YAMATO.

An involuntary smile played on Sora's lips. Well, he did just get home after all, but she wasn't expecting him to call so soon. Sora flipped the phone open and held it to her ear.

"This is a surprise." She said.

"I just wanted to hear your voice." Yamato's deep voice said on the other end.

"Yeah right." Sora laughed, "I thought you weren't arriving until ten."

"Well, I took an earlier flight. I couldn't wait to come home."

"Ok, welcome back then. How was your flight?"

"Horrible. I have jet lag."

"Then get some sleep."

"Can I come over tonight?"

Sora tried to steady herself, "I thought you said you had jet lag."

"I sleep much better when I'm with you." He teased.

"Well, if you feel up to it, then you can come over."

"Great, I'll see you then."

"Right. Bye." She clicked her phone off.

She didn't like to admit it, but she really did miss him. She glanced out her window and smiled again. She couldn't wait to see him tonight.

I bet.

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Taichi yawned and stretched out lazily on Mimi's couch. He looked up at her and grinned, "Thank you for dinner."

Mimi sat down on the couch next to him, "You're welcome."

Taichi leaned over and kissed her softly. "How about some dessert?" He smiled sweetly at her.

Mimi smirked at him, "Huh. Who said you deserved any?"

Taichi answered by pulling her towards him and kissing her neck, tasting her sweet perfume. Mimi turned her head and kissed his lips hungrily, easing her back onto the couch. Taichi deepened the kiss and Mimi smiled as his lips traveled from her neck to her mouth. Mimi ran her fingers through his hair and his hand traveled up her shirt.

Just then her cell phone began to ring.

The couple broke apart and stared at the phone on the coffee table beside them.

"I thought you said you turned it off." Taichi said.

"Who cares? Just let it ring. They'll give up eventually." Mimi pulled Taichi towards her again and kissed his neck.

The phone kept ringing.

Taichi broke away from her, "It's getting annoying. Plus, it's ruining the mood."

Mimi sighed and pushed Taichi off of her. She grabbed her phone and flipped it open, "What is it?" She demanded.

"Hey, Mimi, it's Hana."

"What do you want?" Mimi growled.

"Sorry for calling so late, sugar, I just wanted to tell you that I booked you for a fashion show on Saturday! So, I'll be picking you up at eight in the morning. Don't be late! It's for that French designer again, she was really pleased with your work for Q Magazine, and she wanted you and Sora Takenouchi to be in her show."

Mimi narrowed her eyes. Not that Takenouchi girl again. "So you had to call me now?" She glanced over at Taichi, who was looking at the cover of Q Magazine, which was lying on the floor.

"Sorry, hon, are you busy?"

"Well, yeah, I was."

"I didn't know you had a previous engagement." Hana chuckled, "I'll pick you up on Saturday at eight, ok? Don't forget!"

Mimi turned her phone off and looked at Taichi, who had picked up the magazine and was looking through it with a strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Mimi sat down next to him on the couch.

"Did you just take this photo shoot?" Taichi looked at the centerfold of Mimi and Sora.

"Well, about two weeks ago." Mimi shrugged, "Why? Do I look bad?"

"No, you look great… Who's the girl with you?"

"Oh, just some newbie model… Sora something." Mimi looked at him coyly, "Is something the matter?"

"Nope." Taichi threw the magazine onto the coffee table. "Who was that on the phone?"

Mimi shrugged, "Hana. She booked me for a fashion show, and she just had to call me."

Taichi grinned at her, "What's wrong with a little fashion show?"

"I just hate running up and down the runway, and then running around trying to get into the next outfit. It's so exhausting."

"That's what you get for being a fashion model." Taichi teased, tracing his finger along her cheek.

"Shut up, Tai." Mimi sighed, "I guess that what makes money, though."

"When is the fashion show?"

"On Saturday."

"Do you know where it is?"

"Um…no."

Taichi looked at Mimi with an amused grin on his face, then he leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers for a quick kiss. "Shall I accompany you, then?"

Mimi grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck, "If you want." She said coyly.

Taichi smirked and pulled Mimi closer to him for another kiss.

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"Hello there, Yamato." Sora said upon opening her apartment door, "I haven't seen you in a while."

Yamato smiled at Sora, and pulled off the sunglasses he was wearing, took her by the arm and kissed her passionately.

Sora pulled away from him, "What, you can't even say 'hello' first?"

Yamato chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I've just missed you, that's all." He tried his best to sound suave.

But Sora wasn't falling for it. "Going on tour for four months, having screaming fans and groupies wasn't enough for you?"

"Hardly." He responded, kissing her again.

Sora gently pulled herself away from him. She had to try her best to restrain herself.

But it wasn't working.

She did miss him when he was on tour. Of course she didn't like to admit it, but she always waited in anticipation for his phone calls every week and the little gifts he sometimes sent her.

Not that she was waiting by the phone or the mailbox like some pathetic sap who couldn't live without her boyfriend.

And why wasn't she the one calling him?

Well, that's beside the point. Besides, he was right here. In front of her, smiling that devilish way of his that drove her crazy.

Sora cleared her throat quickly and turned away from him, "Uh… so want to go out and eat or something?"

"I'd rather not." Yamato closed the door behind him, "How about we order take out?" The tone in his voice sounded so hopeful that Sora couldn't resist a chuckle.

"So you've had enough publicity for a while?" Sora teased, walking towards her coat closet.

"You could say that. Beside, I want to spend time with you. Alone."

"You will be spending time with me. And we will be alone."

"C'mon, please." Yamato whined. He looked like a little boy who couldn't have his toy.

"Sorry, Ishida." Sora returned with her coat and tapped him on the nose with her finger, "But I think I want some fresh air."

"How about we make a deal. Tonight we can eat takeout, and tomorrow we go out." He was always trying to make compromises.

"I'm sorry, Yamato, but I have a fashion show tomorrow. I don't think this deal is going to work out." Sora shook her head sympathetically at him.

"Then… I'll take you out after the show." He grabbed her by the waist and looked into her eyes. Sora felt a shiver of delight run through her. "Please?" He stuck out his lower lip.

Sora looked at him. He did look worn-out, but she wasn't prepared to let him win. She hated to let him have the upper hand in the relationship.

Wait. Who has the upper hand?

"Sora." Yamato said softly, trying his best to sound seductive, "You know you want to stay here with me."

"Shut up." Sora snapped, "How about I go out by myself, and you stay here?"

"But where's the fun in that?" Yamato said, staring straight into her eyes.

Sora felt her cheeks heat up, and immediately scolded herself. She was acting like a sixteen year old.

"Fine. You win." Sora said wearily, turning away from him and grabbing the phone.

Yamato smiled at her triumphantly and looked as if he were congratulating himself. Sora glared at him.

"But I'm ordering." She added.

Yamato kept smiling, "Whatever's fine." He pulled her towards him.

Sora sighed as she dialed information. She shouldn't have let him win, it just made him cockier.

"Tell them I want extra peppers on my pizza." Yamato chimed in hopefully.

Sora rolled her eyes at him.

Yamato laughed and pulled her onto his lap, "Don't be such a sore loser." He whispered in her ear, tickling her neck with his breath.

Sora shrugged him off of her, "Don't distract me while I'm still trying to order!" She shot back.

Yamato draped his arm around her neck, "I really did miss you, Sora." He said, absentmindedly brushing his fingers across her cheek.

Which, by the way, always drove Sora crazy.

Sora rested her head on his shoulder. "Good. I guess I missed you too."

She looked up at him and noticed that cocky smile on his face again.

"When I wasn't busy getting asked out by all these hot guys that have way better professions than being a rock star."

Yamato burst out laughing. "I really did miss all this."

TBC.

Ok, sue me. I'm trying to make scenes more passionate and stuff because the characters are "adults" now. I'm still kind of bad at that stuff. Hah. Yeah, so. Whatever. Anyway, some of you don't like the way I portray Mimi. Sorry, I do. Mimi's just competitive, she's not a bitch! To survive in this world, you have to be tough! That's all I have to say in her defense. Okay, moving on. Hope you liked it! If you didn't, that's okay. Please review.