I promised a super duper long chapter...I hope this cuts it! Hehe, and sorry for the extremely long wait...Oh gosh, this chapter is sooooooooo super duper corny it makes me cringe. Gah, ITS SUPER DUPER CORNY! I'M WARNING YOU!
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Disclaimer: I don't own digimon!Or anything else mentioned in this chapter for that matter...
Addicted to You
"Your lipstick?" Oh my god! It's that startled-but-suspicious look! Next he'll start rolling his eyes and inching away from me.
"Yes. My lipstick. Because I bought this new shade of shimmery cherry red lipstick just so I could match the witches. And I-I," Dear lord, why did you give him such beautiful features! It's quite unfair! And such a lovely character as well!
He looks just about good to eat. What with my new, lucky lipstick! Ooh, those smiling lips! And such perfectly white teeth! Gosh! He's been working out! I can see the fine muscular outline of his body even through that blazer!
"And you look good in it. Well, that's a better reason than why I'm here. I didn't even want to see this." Ooh, damn lady killer! He gave a rich, lovely, feel-warm-to-your-stomach, baritone laugh as he settled himself comfortably in his seat. I tilted my head to one side and lifted an eyebrow as I gave a sly smile.
"Oh?"
"Yeah…my date had to cancel last minute because her mom was like dying or something. I don't know. She called when I was getting out of the car so…" Ooh. Blimey, that stinks! The poor girl! (At least I got to be Yamato's date!)
"…But when I actually got here, I saw you and it looked kind of interesting. You know, you were shouting at the guy and he was shouting at you…" Oh gosh. How mortifyingly embarrassing! Good grief! You probably can't distinguish my cherry red lipstick from my cherry red cheeks! Oh how I want to melt away!
" And I kinda decided to pretend you were my date, since you seemed desparate to get in. Even dressed like a witch too." Hmm? What? Dressed like a….
Oh. My black garb. Ahahaha. Oops, that was unintentionally done. But blimey! He's observant!
"Glad you noticed." I was just about to open my mouth and say something when out of my stomach, the most loudest grumble in the world made itself heard! (Epic, I tell you! Epic!)
EEP! Good gracious! If this isn't enough to make me digg my own grave, I don't know what is! Kyah!
Yamato's laughing! Or at least smiling very, er- big.
"Hungry?"
"I, well, no actually…" I looked into his eyes. There was like this itsy-bitsy twinkle in them that just made them positively lovely. Like he knew some juicy secret.
"Actually….maybe just a bit." It can't hurt, can it? I've told the truth, what more do you want? I mean, a woman can get hungry, and a woman's stomach can grumble, right? I bet even posh, picture perfect Gisele Bunchen's stomach grumbles! Besides, it's not as if I've farted or burped or did something equally revolting…(Egad, that would've been really bad! Can you just imagine the smell-better yet, his facial expression? Oh gosh, I think that'll almost rival Dolce and Gabbana filing for bankruptcy!)
Or did I?
"Then, you wanna go get something to eat?" What? Eat with Yamato? I couldn't possibly!
"Sure, why not? I'm positively starved!" Ooh, I wonder who sai-wait a minute! Just hold a sec! That was me! My voice!
"Great. Let's go." He stood up and held out his hand to me. With a thundering heart, I took it (Kyah!) and I let him lead me out of that theatre. I stared at Yamato's perfect profile with an open, gaping mouth and deer-caught-in-headlights eyes. If you'd've taken my picture at that moment and compared it to a picture of a dead salmon, I swear you wouldn't be able to tell the difference! (Well, except for maybe the teeth. Salmon have really horrendous teeath! And well, my hair? Not to brag or anything, but I've really nice hair that I just got done over at Paul Mitchell's last Saturday! Oh and of course, my skin isn't anything like a fish's. I mean, I just gave myself a facial yesterday.)
Ooh! There it is again! All the flashing lights and the paparazzi! This is my destiny! To walk around with the most beautiful man on earth and have big glitzy glamorous pictures taken together! Looking all blasé and nonchalant and sang-froid and jaded half to death! (Well, except for the last part. I didn't really mean that.)
"Going somewhere, Mr. Ishida?" Oh gosh, it's that bloody man again! Snub him, Yamato, snub him! I silently pleaded with him. To my (most pleasant) surprise, Yamato just swept his eyes over that man and just gave him a terse nod!
I swear, I must have telekinesis or something! (Or was it telepathy? ESP?) Good riddance to bad rubbish, as I always say! Oh, revenge is swe-
Blimey! Am I dreaming or is Yamato Ishida actually opening the door of his car for me? (Which, by the way, is one of the poshest cars that I've ever seen! And believe me, I've seen a lot-driven them too!)
"Getting in, m'lady?" Holy! He called me his lady! LADY! And he's helping me into the car! What a gentleman!
"Thanks." I answer, in a low, throaty, seductive drawl, pouting my lips and holding his gaze tenderly in my own. Yamato smiles softly- do I see traces of a blush?- and closes the door of his hot black Murcielago for me gently.
Heaven. I'm in heaven. I can't believe this is happening to me. Did I accidentally sign up for some psycho test where the doctors play around with my head or something? I absolutely cannot believe this is happening. I mean, who'd have thought plain-Jane Mimi Tachikawa would be driving around in a Lamborghini in the greatest city in the world with the hottest, most immaculate male to ever grace this planet?
My small, happy thoughts are briefly interrupted when the driver's door swings upward to the sky. Yamato climbs in next to me and and revs the engine. Soon we're off again, back into the hazy dazy lights and blurs of Times Square.
But we get like five feet from the theatre when we get stuck in traffic. After looking out the window for like a minute, I glance over at Yamato and find him staring at me, his eyes slightly squinted.
"What?" I gave him a nervous smile, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Why was he staring at me like that? Egad! Do I have stray lipstick marks? Did my eyeliner/mascara smudge? Or -gasp!- is my breast hanging out of my dress?
In a slight panic, I quickly glanced down and breathed a sigh of relief when I found my boobs nestled safely in their respective places.
"Oh, um, nothing. It's…you just look kind of familiar. Like I know you from somewhere." Oh. Hehe, should I mention Hogzilla? Naw, maybe not. I mean, it's a bit embarrassing, if you think about it. (I mean, come on, I looked ridiculous all red and gasping for air!)
"Really? I don't know. Maybe we've met while I was still a model." Good gosh, since when was I this fluent in conversation?
"You really were a model? I thought you were just bluffing."
"Nope. I was the youngest model to get on the cover of British Vogue when I was fourteen." My one claim to fame. Well, I was the youngest model to get a cover ever until prim little Gemma Ward showed up. But Yamato doesn't have to know that, does he?
(Oh, my glory days! I was the most sought after model back in the day! Something about having a classy, European beauty look…the most famous shot of me was the one where I'm all dolled up in a black, fancy Victorian dress with layers and layers of lace, silk and tulle from Christian Lacroix.)
"Fourteen. That must have been a while ago."
"Hey! What are you implying?" Does he mean that-gasp!-I look old? Oh no! I'm not even sure Moscow permits twenty-three year olds to get stem-cell injections! (It's this new, wonderful injection that's better than botox! And the good news is, scientists found ways to get around the moral issue of destroying embryos, so its perfectly legal! I read it in the New York Times the other day! Isn't lovely?)
"Nothing! You just don't look…fourteen. Don't get me wrong, you look great. Just…not fourteen." Yamato gave me one of his lady-killer smiles. My heartbeat sped up to that of a mouse and I felt my chronic blush spread to my neck and throat. Nervously, I fumbled clumsily with my necklace (it's this darn necklace with a gazillion layers and they're all tangled up!) and racked my brain for something to say.
(I swear, it's not easy to think clearly when Yamato Ishida's sitting a foot away from you, telling you that you look great…)
For a bit, we just kind of …well, sit there. Actually, I'm sitting there trying to set this necklace straight. All those hair-thin threads of platinum with an occasional big ruby or diamond has somehow gotten into this semi-big knot at the center and was painfully poking a hole into my throat.
I felt like bawling like a baby. Here I am sitting with my future hubby and my necklace is all ruined. I began to just tug at the stupid thing with my newly done nails, almost chipping them. I swear, I ought to sue Bulgari for making such…such tangly jewelry!
"Here, let me help you with that…" Egad! Oh my gosh! Is Yamato actually reaching over and helping me straighten out this darn thing? Kyah! His hands are right there! I almost swooned when the back of his smooth hands grazed the hot skin of my throat, and I stared oogle-eyed at Yamato's fine figure, slightly leaned into me.
My breath is caught in my throat, my back extremely arched, and my stomach sucked in so much that I swear at that point, my waist measured no more than like sixteen inches, no joke.
(Well, o.k, I admit, it was probably only nineteen or twenty inches, minimum. But hey! That's still very good for not working out at all and eating everthing in sight!).
Yamato set the last string of platinum with the large deep scarlet ruby in its correct position and returned back to his seat. I noticed, a bit giddily, that his eyes still lingered on my multi-layered necklace.
"Thanks." I barely make out that single word, I'm so taken. Yamato's sapphire eyes look into mine and twinkle; I swear, they make my diamonds look like dull, rough pebbles from the beach or something. (Some very expensive pebbles. I swear, this piece is worth more than a really posh Mercedes-Benz).
"It's nothing. The thing all tangled up was starting to annoy me." Blimey! Annoy him! That can't be good!
I sort of give him a weak laugh and nervously began to tug at the wretched thing again. There was an awkard silence as I began to rack my brain for something to say. Something that'll make me sound positively posh and sophisticated and nonchalant about this whole-
"Someone must really love you…" I heard Yamato mumble those words in his characteristic hot, deep voice. I looked up at him and he gave me a one-sided, half-smile. Almost like a smirk… Where'd that come from?
(I couldn't help but to think momentarily of a Super Saiyan Vegeta angry or taunting, I don't know, say Frieza…With his blond hair and blue eyes…I know it's stupid but that's the first thing that popped into my head. …What? I mean, when all your best friends are guys, its hard to not know Dragonball…)
"Pardon?"
"Your necklace. You got it as a gift, didn't you? That person must really love you." Wha-What! How'd…how'd he know I got this as a gift? Talk about telepathy! Wow…I stared at him agape and as he grinned and shook his head.
"How'd you know?" Yamato shook his head slightly again while softly laughing, and I watched as all those lovely golden strands of hair glimmered in the lights of Times Square before falling back into place.
"Magic." His eyes twinkled at mine momentarily before he began to drive (The traffic had cleared!). Yup, it sure is magic.
I mean, I come here hoping to get a glimspe of Yamato and I end up being whisked away in his Murcielago to some resturant in the one of the most romantic and beautiful cities in the world. Even Times Square is magical, with all its lights and people and sounds. All I would need to complete this evening would be a small, smooth velvety ring box with a solitaire diamond ring sparkling in it.
(And maybe a romantic walk along the Hudson-better yet, across the George Washington Bridge. He'd stop in the middle of the bridge, take my hands and look dreamily into my eyes before-no wait! I'd walk over to the railing and he'd come from behind and give me a behind hug! Then he'd sing a romantic classic Sinatra or Presley song in my ear while he opens a small, black velvet box with one hand. As he finishes singing, he'd show me the glittering ring and- no actually, he'll finish singing then get down on one knee! Then he'll show me the ring and ask the question! I'd answer with a hot, steamy kiss and he'd slide the ring on my finger before we start the walk back to his car hand-in-hand with my head resting on his shoulder. We'd laugh and talk and everyone around will notice the bright sparkle that only an engagement ring can make!)
I wonder if this is how Cinderella felt when she danced with Prince Charming?
A loud rush of sound woke me from my reverie when Yamato got out of the car. In a daze (I wasn't really caring for anything but him at this point), I looked around at where he had taken me…and almost smacked myself in the head.
While I sat there dreaming, he had driven on until we where at the entrance of a valet parking facility and nothing was visible. So now I had absolutely no idea whatsoever of where we were going to eat. How absolutely lovely. (Although, the place looked strangely familiar, I must say. Something about the street and its location…)
Eep! What if he took me to some barbeque steak/grill house, and he orders something like ribs? Oh, gosh! Just imagine the mess I'd be in! All sticky and messy with barbeque sauce everywhere!
I quickly grabbed my black Gucci jeweled satin clutch and fumbled around for the stupid door handle. These darn Lamborghinis! Luckily, and thank goodness Yamato's a gentleman, I didn't have to fumble around any longer with that darn door because he came round and opened it for me.
"Awake now?" Yamato's warm fingers wrapped around mine as he helped me out the car. Oh, another Lady-Killer smile!
"What do you mean? I always was awake!" I protested as I climbed out of the seat. Unfortunately, my left heel didn't quite land correctly and I sort of, well…tripped.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!"
"Whoa, Steady there. Here, I got you, I got you." Gah, I felt like dying. I knew tonight was going waaay too smoothly for me, what with my kind of luck. Luckily, Yamato had hold of my hand and arm and I only just collapsed into a half sitting, half standing position. Otherwise, I would have fallen flat on my face. I just realized that my darned left ankle burned something absolutely terrible and gingerly, I reached down to rub it.
Oh, eeww. Blood. That's just lovely. Blood stains on my new Gucci stilettos. Granted they won't show as much because they're black but still. It just ruins your perception towards them completely. I sho-
"Hey, umm, Mimi, are you o.k? Did you hurt anything?" Yamato had let go of my arms and was now kneeling down next to me, his lovely blue eyes etched with concern looking me over. His right hand was rubbing my left arm soothingly, and my eyes began to slightly tear. Not so much from my bloody ankle (no pun intended, I swear!), but more because his concern touched me so much right in the all the right areas.
"I-I don't know. My left anke…it-its…" I trailed off as I bit my lips and tried to hold back my tears. Mascara stains would be absolutely horrendous, and I shuddered at the thought of Yamato seeing me with black streaks streaming down my face.
(Oh gosh, I knew I should've worn waterproof. But no, now I'm going to look absolutely terrible with makeup smeared all over my face).
"Here, let me see…" Yamato gently reached for my left ankle and I winced when I saw my skin raw and red and bloody. I've got quite a bit of a scrape along the outside of my ankle and I tried not to think of the scars that would form.
Timidly, I glanced up at him to see what his reaction would be. He shook his head slightly and I heard a barely audible sigh escape his lips over the loud roar of the traffic. Egad! That can't possibly be good. I mean, if he's shaking his head and sighing, that's got to be a bad sign.
Just then, he caught me staring at him and he smiled, his sapphire blue eyes soft and warm, and I felt giddy all over again. He wasn't mad at me (thank god!); he was worried! (Or…at least I think-hope!)
I felt like swooning again for the second time that night.
"Mimi, hold on for just a sec." Yamato said in a soft voice, so soft it could have been a whisper. I felt a shiver go down spine despite the warm weather and nodded, my voice lost for some time now.
Egad! My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when Yamato suddenly hoisted me up princess style and led me over to the small curb. Am I, Mimi Tachikawa, actually being held by the man of my life, Yamato Ishida, princess style like some newly wed bride?
(Well, I was hardly a bride…I mean, I'm dressed in black from head to toe! I even have a bloody gash along the side of my leg. I'd be like the Corpse Bride, if anything. Oh, I really want to see that movie! I mean, seriously, JOHNNY DEPP!(even though he's not half as gorgeous as this man holding me-swoon- right now.))
"I thought we should just get out of the way. We were in the middle of the road and all…About your ankle, I think you just scraped it a little. Some cleaning and a few band aids should do the trick." He smiled his toothpaste commercial smile at me and shook his head again. This time, he was close enough for me to feel the tips of his golden blond strands to graze the top of my head. A new wave of shivers went down my spine.
"You're having some night, huh? You get into a fight with the guy over at the theatre, fall down and scrape your ankle…" I felt my cheeks burning up again.
"I wasn't fighting with the man! We were just…having a bit of an argument." I protested, pouting slightly and frowning ever so lightly. He laughed and from my position, I could feel his chest shake from the laughter. It was such an unbelievably sexy moment. Absolutely.
"Stop laughing, Yamato! It's not that funny! Stop it!" Yamato only laughed harder. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from smiling myself.
Still chuckling to himself a bit, he set me down gently on a small bench next to a black, shiny lacquer entrance with…red neon flowers?
Oh. My. Gosh. MEGU! Yamato took me to MEGU! Just about the POSHEST Japanese resturant in the CITY? (And my favorite sushi place too, by the way. I've been here a couple of times with Tai, and now I'm hooked….Except, I'm slightly running low on my budget, just a teeny bit…and well, Megu isn't the most wallet-friendly of the restaurants…)
"Mimi?" I looked away from the mesmerizing red flowers and almost jumped back! There was Yamato, squatting in front of me and my bench, both arms resting on either side of my body, his knees against the sides of my thighs, and his nose almost touching mine. Sort of like Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts in The Mexican poster….Except they were kissing.
"Hmmm?" I murmured, scared to talk too loud. I mean, this was the most romantic, dreamy moment ever, and I didn't want to ruin it with my loud, icky voice.
"I…I'll be right back. I'm…I'll be back." Was that me or was Yamato stuttering over his words? Blimey, I think I'm starting to hear things. I watched as he got a couple of towels, a bottle of water and some band-aids from a valet parker.
"Ok, leg." Yamato was again squatting down in front of me, a wet towel in hand. I looked at him, at his beautiful face with the lovely laughing eyes, his perfectly white smile, his shining gold hair…
Did he actually think I was going to make him clean me up?
"Oh, no. Give me the cloth, I'll do it." I said as I reached out for the towel. He shook his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, just give me the towel, quickly. It's nothing, really. Easily cleaned if you'd only give me the towel." I nearly grunted the last part out lunging for the towel.
"No way, Mimi. Just give me your leg. I'm good with cuts and everything." Yamato placed the towel out of my reached and grinned at me. Something in his eyes gave me the shivers; they looked as if they new the winning line.
"Besides, I really like feeling your skin. It's really smooth and soft." Kyah! What's that supposed to mean?
"Eeww! You perve!" I yelled, somewhat teasingly. Yamato's grin only got wider. I tried to partly hide my face with my wavy hair trailing over my shoulders and back in loose, big, looping curls. How embarrassing! (At least he likes touching my skin…Oh, how scandalous!)
Shaking his head again with that wide, slightly annoying grin, he reached for my leg and held it firmly with his free hand. I tried to free my leg but to no avail.
"Don't worry too much, Mimi. I'll try to make it as painless as possible." He said in a friendly, teasing tone of voice and gently laid the towel against the scrape.
Dear Lord. That burns. I winced and I really tried to yank my leg out from his hold.
"Easy there, easy." His voice came out smoothly, like cool, vanilla raspberry gelato on my tongue (Oh yum!). I watched as he carefully wiped away the blood on my ankle, and I was touched at how gentle he was. Then I noticed that drops of blood were getting onto his pants.
"Yamato, I- I'm ok, really. Look, your pants-they're getting all blood-"
"That's ok. They're only pants, anyway. OooKay…all done." He got a band-aid and peeled off the back. I felt like crying again, he was such a darling. I mean, if it was Taichi, he'd be grumbling about getting his pants all bloody and messed up…Oh, Yamato, you're a sweet! I love you sooo much, darlin-
"Yeah, so I was like, what? when- Mimi?" Huh? Taichi? What's he doing here? Wow, speak of the devil…
"Taichi? What are you doing here? What?" I'm so confused. What's Taichi doing here? I thought he had some important business over at Brooklyn, something urgent, apparently. Though I don't know what he'd be doing over at Brooklyn. I mean, all his offices are…here. Like in Manhattan.
"What am I doing here? Mimi, what are you doing here-what are you doing with-with him?"
"I…I…" I trail off as I realize how suspicious our position is. I mean, I have my leg on Yamato's lap, his right hand wrapped around my calf, his other hand resting on my thigh, me bending over so that we're practically face to face, my hair falling over his face, and-What the! How did my hand end up there!
Taichi's face is dead set, his eyebrows furrowed. His usually light, brown eyes seem dark and eerily endless. His handsome features are set into this positively hot stare that bad boys get when they mad! Aaahhh…
Wait! Wait a minute! What's he getting so piped up after? I mean, we're not even dating! I glare back up as him but I realize that he isn't glaring at me…Instead…My eyes followed Taichi's stare and ended up at Yamato…
Who also looked like he was going to kill someone. What the heck? What's going on? I look on puzzled from man to man (good gosh, it's an eye candy fest! Number one and two right here, looking hot and sexy with their sexy glares on! Oh, I feel like swooning again!).
Yamato grits his teeth and narrows his eyes ever so subtly. His eyes were a deep navy color and had an almost evil glint in them. Oh, how positively sexy!
Oops, off track again.
O.k. What the heck is going on here?
A/N
Gosh, how corny was that? ANYWAY, HERE'S YOUR PRESENT!
I'M WRITING ADDICTED TO YOU IN YAMATO'S PERSPECTIVE! IT'S GOING TO BE CALLED ADDICTED TO YOU, TOO. COMING SOON, CHECK IT OUT, PLEASE!
as always, much love!