-Tough Love-

-Tachikawa IVIimi

-Missing Chapter! Read please. I completely forgot to post the chapter of when they went to the club and what Mimi is doing then! Gomen nasai! So, here it is!-

"Wai! This is awesome!" Sora exclaimed as Yamato's car pulled right in front of the club.

It was bright yet some ways dark. Neon lights flashing here and there, music booming from inside and through the open doors where the bouncers stood on guard, people laughing and having fun—it was magical to the crew.

"This place sure lives up to its reputation, huh?" Yamato slightly whistled as a bellboy drove his car away. "Remember, guys, this isn't just a dance club it's a grand restaurant opening and none of us are even to the brink of eighteen." The others nodded. Standing to admire the whole view, the four in awe began walking in. Coming upon a hallway of red carpets, Hikari was too impatient and ran ahead of everyone and to the main dance room.

Taichi waved his hand, "Hi-kari! Bah, children," he sighed and shook his head. Sora walked in pace beside Yamato.

"So, Yamato, feel like dancing tonight?" she rubbed her arm and smiled sheepishly.

Yamato arched a brow and shrugged, "Eh, Iono. To be honest, I was actually just hoping to finally meet that Tachikawa chick."

"Really?" both Sora and Taichi said in surprised tones. They finally reached where people were dancing and having the time of their lives, Hikari already prancing around the dance floor with Keith's nephew who, was in the same age as her. The three waved to them and sauntered around to the bar where they settled down.

"This place is off the hook!" Taichi yelled at the top of his lungs then turned his head to the other two. "C'mon guys, let's go dance! Yama-kun!" (If you didn't know already, Taichi likes Yamato, so does Sora, no hints showing if Yamato likes any of them…yet??)

Sora grunted and stood up, "Oh sure, ask Yamato to dance! Taichi, sometimes you make it seem like you're a yaoi-freak, hanging around Yamato so much—"

"Yaoi?! Me?" Taichi surmised and stood in front of her. Crossing his arms, Yamato sighed and glanced around the lighting place…I wonder if she's always this lonely, not being around people so much. Yamato sighed and clenched his left fist, this is so boring, I can't wait till next Monday…he glanced up to find Sora and Taichi still bickering.

Taichi crossed his arms, "Stop being so critical, Sora, I swear you can be so rude."

Sora threw her arms, "Me, rude? Taichi, why are you always so bossy?"

"You guys are really making it a habit to argue all the time, aren't you," Yamato remarked innocently and stood grinning in influence. "C'mon. All this place needs is a dose of Cerulean Passion to liven things up!" he cheered as Taichi high-fived him (o.o;)

"I completely agree, Yamato-kun," Sora smiled, a crimson shade above her cheeks as she entwined her arm with Yamato's and led him down the stairs.

"Hey! Wait up, guys! Yamato!" Taichi whined as he stumbled down after them.

After a long while of dancing and laughing, Yamato finally got tired out and excused himself from Taichi and Sora who, remained having the time of their lives. Yamato sidled among the people and finally found himself at a bar, what am I suppose to drink when I'm only seventeen? Yamato profoundly pondered to himself as he sat down.

Knock, Knock!

Mimi glanced up from her bed as the door opened revealing her dad. She flashed him a warm greeting and slightly shoved away her school books and sat up, seeing her dad was carrying a blue bowl filled with ice cream.

"Wai, cookies and cream! That's for me, right?" she asked, acting like a happy five year old.

Her dad chuckled, "Seeing how you've been so good lately, I thought I'd bring up some late-night snack for you. Still studying, I see," he sniffed.

Mimi blinked, "Otou-san? Ano?"

"You're growing up so fast, you're going to be sixteen in less than two weeks! Oh that makes me feel so old," her dad cried. "Next thing you know you're going to college and then getting married and by the time you know it you're crying at your children's graduation!"

Letting the spoon drop into the bowl, Mimi gritted her teeth to a tiny smile, "Ee…right, Otou-san…Umm, about my schooling. I was wondering that, maybe it's okay for me now to go to a normal High School, my old friends are there and, I just haven't seen them in so long—" her dad, stroked his chin and seemed to not have heard her when he cut in.

"Oh that's right, I have to phone your tutor to cancel the remaining of your schooling, you do have a huge album coming out soon and we wouldn't want your performance to suffer…then I also don't want your grades to suffer either but, maybe we can squeeze in a few lessons here and then but that might be too much for my princess so, maybe just one more class and we'll call it—"

"Papa!!" Mimi cried and surprised her father to a halt. Her fists clenched too tight that her nails were digging into her hands, Mimi paced her breathing to calm herself down for she had never lost her temper like this before, never.

Mr. Tachikawa laid a hand on her shoulder, "Mimi? Are, are you okay, what is it? Mimi…? Please talk you're scaring me."

Her head still lowered, tears killing her eyes, Mimi cleared her throat and replied, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't, mean to yell at you, papa…I'm just, tired, that's all."

Her dad watched her as she idly walked to her bed and laid her books down onto the floor, "Well, uh…if you want more ice cream, or about your schooling and album—"

"If you don't mind," Mimi said and put her blanket back, beginning to settle onto bed, "I'm tired and would really like to get some sleep now."

"Well, okay, Mimi," he replied lowly. "Eh, that's my girl…always being the early bird to, get the early," he slowly picked up the bowl as Mimi laid quietly on her bed. He walked towards her door, and turned off the lights.

Opening her eyes to the dark, Mimi cuddled her blanket closer and above her head, Momma…I didn't mean to yell at Papa, I didn't…and with that, she cried herself to sleep.

"Mr. Ishida, can we get a picture of you with Mr. Kanoi?!" a journalist called to Yamato from the other end of the bar. Sighing, Yamato slid off his seat, being a bit annoyed that when he finally got off the dance floor he thought he wouldn't be bothered by the paparazzi who were swarming this celebrity-filled building.

Slipping his hands into his jeans, he nodded and smiled at the young man waiting for him, "Keith, how's it going? I knew you were hiding from me somewhere in here."

Keith, raven-haired and blue-eyed, tossed him a mocking grin. He wrapped a friendly arm around Yamato's neck and laughed, "Yamato, my boy! Don't tell me you're still made about that little, teeny, tiny, incident with that chick?"

"Oh! You mean you getting me stuck with Jun for a whole day? Of course not!" Yamato chuckled as camera lights flashed around them. "Hey, thanks for inviting us here, you've really outdone yourself with this place."

Keith gloated with pride as the cameras finally left them alone, both seating themselves upon a small table where not much noise and people could reach them. Keith was twenty years old, about three years older than Yamato and who's career is blossoming faster and bigger.

"So, what are you up to now, my young friend?" he asked, tinkering with his straw like he were ten. "I hear you, Taichi, and Sora-chan have entered yourselves in a company fundraiser. I myself wanted to race in that but I have a tour coming up. Hn, I bet you're sure to win that, Yamato, or at least Sora or Taichi, you're all so skilled at motorcycles—for a young, teenage band," he chuckled then looked up. "Yamato?"

His ocean-like eyes getting deeper by the second, Yamato aimlessly tapped his finger on the table paying no heed to Keith. Getting annoyed by his ignorance, Keith flicked a tiny olive on Yamato's forehead and laughed.

"Alright, I get," Yamato exclaimed and rubbed his temple. "Gomen nasai, I was just—I got caught up about something."

"Who is she?" Keith said mockingly.

Yamato slightly laughed, "What makes you think it's a she? Or a someone for that matter."

"That whole ignoring me thing was my first clue, second is that twinkle you have in your eyes now," Keith grinned. "It's Sora, isn't it? So, those rumors were true?"

Before Yamato could answer Taichi and Sora came dancing in. Laughing and smiling, Taichi twirled Sora around and exclaimed to Keith and Yamato.

"Hey, are you guys gonna be sitting here all night? Yamato, this isn't like you to sit out the whole night!" he said.

Yamato felt Keith pat his shoulder and chuckle, "Oh, just giving Yamato here a few tips about love, hehe."

"Love?" Sora and Taichi exchanged looks again and quickly let go of each other, "Yama-kun, I didn't know—you were going out with someone…" Sora slightly whispered when Taichi cut in.

"Who is she?! How come you never told me, Yama-kun!" Taichi cried and whimpered. "I was suppose to be your best bro here!"

"I'm not going out with anyone and nothing's going on about my love life!" Yamato groaned and shook his head. "I don't know where you guys are getting this idea but I'm not going out with any girl! Oiy vey…" he sighed and slumped down.

Taichi heaved a huge sigh, "Well, that's good. Now, let's dance!" he said and grabbed everyone along with him onto the dance floor. "Eh, Yamato, don't you wanna take that riding glove off? It's not really something you'd want to wear while dancing." Taichi suggested.

"Don't worry about my hand and worry about how weird you look," Yamato said and began laughing, Sora and Keith joining him as they watched Taichi do his dance in the most weirdest way.

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^_^ Okay, some parts might've been weird and fast and such but I'm in a hurry. Gomen, I can do better.