La Vie en Rose

by artstar

Once again, this is in Yamato's point-of-view.

Disclaimer: Don't own..

Chapter One

What the hell is wrong with me? There I was, standing outside my door, staring at her like some creepy moron. I couldn't even say a word. I mean, I just stepped out of my house for a second!

Let me go back a bit, first.

My life healed after my bitter childhood. I learned to be open, make friends, even play the bass guitar. I also learned how to charm women, sculpt my hair, and walk like a bad guy, with my hands stuffed in my pocket and my back in a slight slouch, all which I do very well. I now have girls scampering to my shoes for my number, guys wishing they were in my shoes, and the top vote in the popularity race, all with a very nice pair of shoes. Is it because of my band? My good looks? My personality? It doesn't really matter, because in my 18 years of living on this earth, I've never felt so.. excepted, like one of the guys.

My dad and I finally stopped moving around, finally settling in Odaiba. I've made amazing friends, and not just normal friends, but the coolest ones around! Well, I'm not trying to say that they're my friends because of their high status, but because I can actually be myself without getting my ass kicked!

Well, you can say that my life has reached it's high point, and I couldn't agree less. Well, maybe just a bit.

Three years ago, when I was 16, one of my best friends moved away to New York in America. I mean, God knows what happens there! I couldn't believe it. My first friend in Odaiba, Mimi Tachikawa, had left. Gone, out, sayonara! Well, the day she left, I felt my whole being changing. I suddenly buried myself in girls, looks, and my band. I wouldn't say it was a bad thing, but something in me was different. I started doing things that a normal Yamato Ishida wouldn't do!

Like date Sora Takenouchi, for instance. My God, I still don't understand what sort of crack I was on back then. I mean, I'm not trying to bash Sora. She's smart, athletic, and pretty damn gorgeous. But, she was wanted by my best man! I mean, Taichi was completely head-over-heels, over-the-moon, madly in love with this girl! Well, at least, that's what I saw every time he'd look at her. It was completely obvious. But that day, only a few after Mimi left, when I drove Sora home from Taichi's house, I felt so unsatisfied, so empty. I remember thinking that over, and then looking at Sora in the passenger seat, sitting like the innocent girl she is. I remember losing control of my lips. I remember throwing up my words, just began talking things I wasn't even thinking.

"Yo Sor'," I said. "Wanna go out sometime?"

Oh God, I want to die just thinking about it. The expression on her face, the silence, and the answer. The moment I said that, Sora looked at me so fast and shocked, I could hear her neck snap. But, heck, she looked like she was thinking so hard that she was constipated or something. Haha. Well, after literally 15 minutes of absolute silence, she finally choked out a yes. 'Oh, awesome.' I thought. 'Wait, wait.. YES!' My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. I couldn't believe it at first, but then again, what did I expect? Oh God.

Well, if you thought that was the worst part, you should've been there when I told Tai. Can you imagine how many times I paced back and forth in front of his family's apartment door before Hikari came out coincidentally and invited me in? I swear, the old, worn out wooden floor was brand new before I was there. Anyways, Taichi was laying on his couch, chomping away at a popsicle, watching whatever the hell it was. When I came in, he turned to me and gave me that dumb, silly smile of his.

"'Ey, Yamato!" he chirped. "What brings you here?"

I felt myself beginning to sweat buckets. Just before I came in, I had, like, 20 options on what and how I should tell him. But once inside, I couldn't even draw out a sentence.

"I.. Hey.. Er, well.. I.. Um.." My words began to jumble. Taichi rose an eyebrow. 'Say something, you moron!' I thought.

Finally, I said it. Loud, clear, and very, very blunt. "Sora's my girlfriend." I said distinctly. Aw, hell. Taichi, why'd you have to look at me like that? His face froze, completely. His mouth was hanging open, letting a bite out of his popsicle slip out. I could hear his loud breathing, for Christ's sake!

I have never seen Taichi so upset that night. Right after I said it, he lunged at me like a maniac. His strong hands grasped my neck and he stared to strangle me.

"T-Ta-gag-Taichi! St-stop!"

He wouldn't let go. If Hikari didn't walk in, I swear, I would've been a goner. I mean, Taichi was fuming! I began to regret ever telling him. Heck, I wish I never asked Sora out in the first place!

After that, Taichi didn't talk to me for two weeks. I wouldn't talk to me too, if I were him. Argh, I was miserable those two weeks. Not only did I steal my best friend's love, I didn't even LIKE said girl in that sort of attracting in anyway! I mean, it's like dating my brother, which is something I won't even picture.

When Taichi finally started talking to me again, it was after him and Sora had a long talk at her house, about our happiness and our choices. Damnit, Sora. Well, after their talk, Taichi came to my house and we had a little talk of our own. It was filled with grunts, nods, and 'Uh, yeah's. Well, even though it was a pretty empty conversation, it was one I was glad to participate in. Well, there was something Taichi said that night, that I still wonder about.

"But, Yamato," he said, after a gave my final grunt and nod. "Well, what about.. You know, her? It's clear she likes you, and I thought you liked her too."

I rose a brow. "What're you talking about?"

He quickly brushed off the sentence, and suggested we go call Sora up and catch a movie. Oh, joy.

Well, that same night, I broke up with Sora. I knew it was coming, she knew it was coming. She clearly belonged with Taichi. Well, at least, I hope she felt that.

We had just dropped Taichi off at his place and we were on her way to her house to drop her off. Can you say, deja vu? Well, once again, I turned to her, sitting in the passenger seat. I made sure to have complete control on what I was going to say.

"Sora, look." I said, once we stopped at a red light. I looked at her so she could have a full blast of my cleary-blues. "Look, you know it, and I know it too. We can both feel it. I mean, it's inevitable, right?" Her eyebrow arched. "What are you yammering about, Yamato?" she asked me tiredly. I mentally smacked myself. I had the tendency of not getting to the point. "It's not working out," I finally said. "I think we were better together as friends."

I don't know what she thought after I said that. She just sighed, looking at me with an unreadable expression. And after a while of silence, she finally said, "As long as we can remain friends." Now, she has the tendency of making you wait for what seems like a gazillion years until she replies.

After that day, my life resumed with it's high-status with the ladies and the jealousy turn with the guys. Once the female half of the student body found out I was single again, honestly, I never got so many date offerings in one day. And all I could think was, yes! I got my life back!

My life was smooth running. My drama-free, content life. Well, it's only picturesque, right? As for me, the real me, I have been aching a bit for a while. Mimi was gone, remember? I miss her. I'll always miss her. And when I broke up with Sora, I realized how much I really missed her.

But as for everything else, things were good. All I had to do was kick back, relax, and watch my life scroll by smoothly.

Right?

God, I should really stop expecting so much to happen. Expect the unexpected. I was never really good at that.

Well, it three years later after my break-up with Sora, three years after Mimi left, and three years after I realized how much I missed Mimi. I was in my room, tuning my bass guitar. The only thought roaming in my head was 'Concert gig, one week.' Practice, practice, practice. Well, that thought was quickly interrupted, due to a knock at the door. With a groan, I got up and open the door, to see a very unusually happy dad.

"Yamato!" he exclaimed, shaking me by the shoulders. "My son! Hurry and get dressed! We're going out!"

I blinked. What's gotten into him? "Uh.. Dad, you know I have to practice for next week's gig!" I complained, as I began walking back to my room. However, I was stopped when my father's hand grasped my shoulder.

"Yamato, this is serious!" he said, his voice tensing. "We have to go my Tamaki-chan.." I rolled my eyes. I should've known.

"Oh, another pointless, one week relationship?" I said tiredly. Lately, my dad has been diving into all these pointless relationships. Well, after my last comment, my dad sort of ticked; I could tell, his face turned beet red.

"Just co-operate, Yamato! I'm taking this one seriously!" he argued.

"Yeah, okay Dad. Just like you were taking Miss Natsumi and Miss Hitomi seriously." I said, ironically. I was about to shut my door when my dads hang grasped it and slammed it open.

"Look, Yamato!" he barked. "Either you get ready, or there won't be a gig for you to practice for!"

My eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat?" I hissed. "I don't even know why I have to be on your stupid date anyways!"

My dad placed a tired hand on his forehead. "Look, Yamato," he said. "It's important for you to meet her. She really wants you see you in person!"

I laughed. "I don't care if you waste your time, Dad, but getting my time involved?" I picked up my guitar case and walked past my dad.

"I'm going for a walk." I said simply, and I shut the door, blocking my dads yells. I sighed as I walked down the hallway and down two flights of stairs (We live on the third floor, you see.) I don't know what was wrong with me. I wasn't usually like this when my dad would mention his many girlfriends, but today.. I don't know. I was just tired.

I opened the front lobby door and walked out. My mind still on the previous situation, and I wasn't watching where my feet were leading me.

Suddenly, my broad forearm accidentally hit a girl in the shoulder. "Eek!" the girl shrieked, her stuff flying to the ground. "Gomen!" I said automatically, as I knelt down to pick up her fallen belongings. I got up and handed the things back to her without even glanced at her.

"Ano.." her small, gentle voice rang. "Arigato.. AH! I'm so late!"

My mind alerted me.

"I'm late! Stupid alarmclock.."

Deja.. vu?

I immediately turned around to see a girl with strawberry pink hair flopped down in her face, dusting herself off. 'Nah,' I thought. 'Couldn't be..'

Oh god. Then she looked at me which those damn beautiful eyes, those eyes that got me the first time. My lip trembled, my eyes widened. Catching my expression, her eyebrow rose. "Daijoubu?" she asked, exactly like the first time. I

My mind went blank. I think I dropped my guitar case, but my eyes couldn't leave her face. My mouth opened, and I finally choked out a word I haven't spoken in the longest time.

"Mimi..?"

Oh god.

Then her eyes widened. Yes, it was her. I knew it. I guess so much happiness rushed into my body, because I went completely numb.

No, not yet. Not until after what she said.

"Ano.. Do I know you?"

Then, I couldn't feel anything at all.