Yet another story to go along with my list of one chapter only fics…And the worst thing is that it's not even one-shot stuff or anything…

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Addicted to You

Fashion photographer and makeup artist Mimi Tachikawa moves to New York City in her pursuit of the hottest male ever to grace the face of this planet, while crashing in at her bestfriend's uptown penthouse...

The weather's absolutely lovely, the flowers charming, and my dog-blimey! Is that the new Balenciaga tote bag? The one that has a waiting list longer than the Great Wall of China? The one that I've been dying to get ever since I first saw it in the spring issue of Italian Vogue? I just have to get a closer look! I mean, seriously, how often do you get to see Balenciaga on the street? (Well…I've seen a couple Balenciaga bags this past month but this is the new one! The creamy beige and gold one that is just soo nice and chic and everything!)

Very smoothly, I tug at my dog's leash- the brand new sparkly velvet leash with matching jumpsuit from Juicy Couture, might I add- and nudge him in the direction of the Balenciaga lady. Dressed in an immaculate suit from, is that Vivienne Westwood? Wow! I absolutely adore Vivienne Westwood! Especially her new line of women's suits with the pinstripes and buckles and everyth-

"Staring at?" The Lady said something to me but I couldn't quite get what she was saying. It sounded like she was talking under water and her words were just pretty bubbles disappearing in the air.

"Pardon?"

"What are you staring at? Do I have an extra nose or something?" She gave me this evil look that just made me want to chuck her and her bloody bag into the Turtle Pond or the Hudson or some other equally squalid body of water! Even for a bag that nice! What nerve! How rude! How-Wait! Just…hold a second! Is that outside stitching! Flaking gold fabric! Faux, shiny leather! And half inch straps! I knew it! Her 'Balenciaga' is really just another fake courtesy of Chinatown!

"No, your nose is just fine. Perfect, actually. Did you get it done at the Manhattan Eye, Ears and Throat Center? You could tell. Anyway, I was just wondering which store you visited on Canal St." I said in an almost pitying tone and I slightly nudged my head in the direction of her fake bag. I then turned on my heel ( well, actually, I don't have heels on. Just my Puma walking shoes) and walked off, just getting a glimpse of her bright tomato head!

Wow! I can't believe I was so mean to her! I'm never mean, never. (And I'm not just saying it. Really, I think I'm quite nice, actually.) Wow! Maybe I should just turn around and say sorry or something…I feel really bad. But then again, it was kind of her faul-

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" My very darling, very petite Boston Terrier had apparently bothered this huge dog to no end and now that beast was chasing us! Oh Lord! That dog's the size of Hogzilla! Eep! How in the world is that monstrosity moving so fast? I thought bigger things had more trouble with speed or something! Blimey! He's right behind me and I can't really run well with all these, these THINGS in my arms! I knew I'd get in trouble for being so mean to that stuck-up lady! I'M SORRY, GOD! PLEASE JUST SAVE ME FROM THAT STUPID DOG! I PROMISE I'LL NEVER BE MEAN TO ANYBO-

OMG. I can't believe it. I really can't believe it. The dog stopped running after us. And now standing in front of me is the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life.

And I've certainly seen him before.

In every single magazine, his strikingly good looks grace the pages. And I've saved every single issue with him appearing in it (I've boxes of magazines and clippings that even just mention his name!). In fact, the only reason why I actually became a makeup artist and fashion photographer was so that I might 'coincidentally' bump into him in work. (Well, besides the fact that I absolutely adore fashion!)

Anyhow, I can't believe that monstrosity of a dog belongs to Yamato Ishida, rising star in both the fashion and music scene.

And have I mentioned his eyes are sooo much more bluer and deeper and intense real life than in pictures! (Though I think he could have spent a bit more time on his hair. It looked really out of place but hey! Maybe he wanted to look scrubby, After all…It is in right now…) And have I mentioned that Ben Sherman makes really nice wind breakers?

"Are you O.K?" Ohmigosh! Oh. My. Gosh. HIS VOICE! It's so deep! So smooth! And his eyes! Eep!

Just then, I make this unbearably embarrassing noise that sounds similar to a dying duck. Actually, I am dying. All that running and screaming and panicking and now this! I'm bending over, my hands resting on my knees, and I'm huffing and puffing and wheezing and all beet red and everything.

"Ohhkay. I'll take that as a no. Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." Oh no! He's running away! Eep! No, come back! I tried to chase after him but then a sharp stab of pain jabs me in the ribs.

"Oomph!" Uhmm…maybe not. As much as I love Yamato, I'm not about to chase after him. My stupid out of shape muscles! I should just go and join a fitness club or gym or whatever! Aah! Hogzilla's coming towards me again! What am I going to do!

In a flurry, I snatch up my little puppy and attempt to run. People all around us are just staring at us. This one kid is pointing and laughing, even. Is she taking pictures!

"Brutus! Stop!" Whew! Just in time!

"Sorry. Uhh…here, have some water." Eep! Yamato Ishida is handing me a bottle of water! And it's Voss water at that!

" Oh. Uhm.. Thanks." I laugh a little nervously. He smiles back and my face turns red all over again. Suddenly, I get an urge to lick my finger, press it against him and make a sizzling noise. Just like that commercial he comes out in, except instead of that red-haired model, it'll be me! And then he'll wrap an arm around me and we'll sashay off into the party, the perfect couple and everything!

Speaking of that red-haired model, I think I see her there, at the gate entering the park. Oh, wow! She's got this really nice Bohemian skirt on that kind of flows around her, paired off with a white halter top. Her flats are the jeweled ones that I've been dying to get from Manolo Blahnik, and she's got all these funky bangles adorning her wrists. Wow. I wish I could look like that.

Wait a minute. Just…wait a minute.

Uh oh. She's walking toward us. To Yamato. And he's smiling all happy like and everything…

"Hey, umm…" Yamato turned to me and ran his fingers through his hair, looking a bit flushed. Then, he reached into his pockets for a pen and wrote something on a napkin before handing the napkin over.

"Here. You can contact me at this address if, you know, something happened to you or your dog." He smiled and held out his hand, which I shook (Eep! I've never felt such soft, smooth hands!).

" Your name?" He asked.

"Mimi. Mimi Tachikawa." I replied as I gave him one of my more brilliant smiles.

"Great. Well, I'll see you around, Mimi." I nearly swooned at his smile and stared dumbly at his figure as he approached the model and he kissed her all romantic and everything on her cheek and touch her lightly on her elb-

WAIT A MINUTE! He KISSED her! Oh nooo!

Well after that…let's just say my walk home was very mellow. I just kind of limped home even though my legs were just fine and I didn't even bother to fix my messy hair or re-apply my running mascara…(Whoever said the more expensive a mascara is, the more waterproof it is should be tried for infidelity. I mean seriously, my ten dollar mascara is more waterproof than my eighty dollar one).

I just managed to drag myself up to my best friend's penthouse on Madison Avenue and let myself in.

"Mimi? Whoa! What happened? You look…well you look dead."

"Oh Taichi! My life is over!" I wailed in this overly dramatic voice as I crumbled onto his sleek new sofa.

"Careful, Meems! That just came in yesterday and Hikari'll flip when she sees it all streaked with black makeup." I sat up and stared at him. Sometimes he's just unbelievable. I'm dying here and all he can comment on is the bloody furniture.

"Taichi. I'm dying here."

"No you're not. And Dorri or Dolly- whatever his name is-"

"Dolce. And she's a she."

"Dolce here is about to crap on my floor. And I'm not cleaning it." He gave my little baby a pointed look. I glared at him for some time before I realized that, ' Oh no! She really is going to poop!'

"No! Dolce, no!" I cried as I hurriedly took out my little poop baggie for Dolce. Just in the nick of time. Thank god!

"You know, Meems, I really can't stand that dog. You have to do something about him. Her. What does she do for you anyway? She's just extra trouble." Really. Can you believe this guy? I mean, just because I live with him and his darling sister (It's only temporarily, and besides, what are two people going to do with thirteen bedrooms? Plus, both of them don't know how to cook! So I'm actually doing them a favor by living with them and cooking for them and everything…Not that they eat at home but you know…), it doesn't mean he can chase poor, little Dolce out on the street.

I still can't believe he's my best friend.

" For your information, Dolce actually brought me and Yamato together earlier, at the park!" I gave him a snug look. Victory! I looked at him expectantly. And waited. And waited.

No reaction.

Ookay. I've been hoping for an astronomical gasp and a big pop-popping of his eyes or something. Maybe even a swoon. But his face remained unimpressed and he even cocked his head to one side, staring at me as if I was insane or something.

"YAMATO?" That was definitely a gasp. And possibly a swoon. But I don't think Taichi…

Oh. Hikari. Yamato's number two fan in the whole entire world.

Author's note….

Hehe…This I started this just for fun and I hope that I'll get through to posting up the second chapter, not leaving it in the dust or something….

Anyway, I hope you had fun and enjoyed!