La Vie en Rose
by artstar
A/N: Oh! SORRY for the delay, I have exams, you know \
Mimi-chan's point of view..
Disclaimer: Don't own.. Blah blah blah..
Chapter Two
What a guy. He had some nerve, he did. Does he even know who I am!
Well, apparently he does. But still! Sigh. I come to Odaiba, and the first day I'm here, this maniac guy- Here, let me explain.
Okay. My name is Mimi Tachikawa, firstly, but you already know that. I just moved here to Odaiba after moving around a lot. A lot. This is the fifteenth time, apparently. Well, I had just previously been living in Monaco, but that was only for two weeks.
You see, my father, Keisuke Tachikawa, was an important lawyer, but every since my mother, Satoe, died, he has taken up art. Haha, what a surprise. My father, the artist. Well anyways, I don't really like talking about my mother. No, no. It's not because I'm one of those angsty teens who are too traumatized to function. Its just.. Well, I don't even remember my mother. Heck, I don't even remember when she died, and how she died. Happily, I hope.
Come to think of it, I've grown to be very forgetful. I keep trying to recall something from my past, but nothing would come to mind. Well, certain things I can remember. Little details. But all those big picture stories came up a blank. I've asked daddy what it could be, but he insisted that its just me to forget things. Huh.
Around the 6th time moving, I've learned to do spontaneous things, like learn how to drag race or dye my hair pink. I guess it was under my dad's influence, seeing as how he become so artsy and unique. I remember being a little princess before, when I first started moving. I remember wearing crazy girly outfits. Haha, I even remember that funny pink cowboy hat. Well, I've changed a lot since them. I'd like to classify myself as a "fashionista", thanks.
Well, after living in Monaco with Keisuke-sama (that's what daddy wants me to call him), we moved to Odaiba, and for the first time, I don't think it's because of Keisuke-sama's art. Well, partly, if you don't included the huge show he's having. But according to him, he had some special business to take care of. Haha, he's starting to sound like a lawyer again.
I can tell you one thing. I remember all my companions I've befriended everywhere I lived. Like Mina-chan in New York, or Nicol-kun from my short stay in Tokyo. I remember them well. I guess today was an exception.
Well, we have been in Odaiba for 2 days so far. Nothing big, nothing much to expect. I mean, we were probably only staying here for a month at most. Well, Keisuke-sama rented us an apartment in the suburbs of the area. It was okay. Like I said, nothing new to me.
For the past two days, all I've been doing is lying on our couch, watching soaps. I've become really lazy in the past month. That's when Keisuke-sama got concerned for my 'well-being'.
"Mimi-chan!" he said worriedly. "Don't you want to go to the mall, maybe go meet some boys?"
I rolled my eyes. "Kei-san!" I cried, throwing I pillow at him. "I'm perfectly fine with what I'm doing." I turned my body over facing away from him, and pouted. I heard him sigh.
"Please, Mi-chan? It's not healthy for you!" he argued. I crossed my arms. "NO." I said, loud and distinctly. Wow, resorting to my old bratty-ness, I see.
I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder. "Mi-chan," I heard my daddy say. "I want you to fetch me some paints at Curry's art shop then. I need some supplies for my big art show. I have to finish the touch-ups on a lot of portraits."
Hah, like I didn't know that trick in the book. "Later, then, if you insist." I yawned, covering my face with my comforter. Nothing good was on later anyways.
"Good girl." Keisuke-san said. "But I need them before 4, I really need them to finish up my paints. Today's my last day!" I felt him smile as he ruffled my hair once more, before walking out again. I turn my head slightly to glance at the clock. 12:30.
"I'll just wake up in.. a couple of hours..." Hy heavy eyelids fluttered shut.
A few hours later, my eyes blink open. "Grnfrgsh.. Grklmrfrg..." I grumble as a lay up on the old spring couch. One of those said springs engraved a crater into my back. My eyes feel heavy and stingy. I rub them with the palms of my hands. How long have I been sleeping? I turn and glance at the clock. 3:45. Okay.. I lay my head back on the couch and cover my body with my blanket once more.
"GWEEEEEEHHH!"
Okay, maybe I should start worrying about my well-being, myself.
I jump off the couch in a panicky fashion, throwing the blankets and pillows onto the ground. The message machine was blinking a bright red. Great, 15 missed calls. Probably Keisuke-san. I quickly press down a button, and listen.
"Mi-chan! I'm at the studio.. I'm coming by the house at 4:50 to pick up the paints!"
Beep.
In a frantic state, I dash out the door, only wearing a small yellow graphic tee and some jean shorts and flip-flops. Down the hallways, past the busy elevator, down the stairwell, out the door.
When I got to Curry's, it was 3:53. I dashed to the front counter and barked a tired, heavy "Heywherecanyougetasetofpaintsiaminaverybigrushyouseeandineedthematthismoment!" The person working at the front blinked and stared at me, his mouth opening and shutting a couple of times.
"I..uh.."
"NOW!"
"Y-yes ma'am!"
He hastily made his way to the back, leaving me at the counter tapping my fingers against the counter.
"C'mon c'mon c'mon..." I muttered, annoyed. The cashier came back out, clutching a small bag of various paints.
"Here.." he said, slightly whimpering. I snatched the bag out of his hand. He took his time opening the cash register.
"Hey!" I barked. He looked at me with scared eyes, which I stared right back. "Wanna die?"
He quickly dove into the cash register, took my money and handed back the change. Without hesitating, I took it and ran out the door. I felt a flipflop fly off my left foot and into the air, and heard a loud cry. Without turning back, I yelled an apology and ran home. I looked at my watch. 4:00! Keisuke-san was going to kill me. The art show he has today is one of his most important shows! And this wasn't the only show I've ruined.
I remember the Artist's Gala in Paris. I remember when Ms. Lavoie asked me to look after her dog. That dog was damned, seriously. The moment she left 'Monsieur Beau' at my house, he nearly shredded my new blouse to pieces! So when I finally brought him to the show to meet Ms. Lavoie (after many attempts), he jumps onto the pillar Keisuke's sculpture of the God of Mars stood, and in a fraction of a second, the sculpture didn't seem so godly anymore. It was on the floor, shattered and far from repair. I was almost certain Keisuke-san was going to have my head for this. But he didn't. Instead, he laughed and said, "Oh well, until the next Gala then!" I knew he realized that the next Gala in Paris was going to be in 7 years.
But I couldn't do this to him again! This is his show! Not a various artists one. His, his own work only. It would kill me if I messed this one up again.
I turned the last bend towards the apartment. 'Almost there' I thought. I hoped it wasn't too late, it was 4:10 already! The show starts at 5:30! Putting forth my best efforts, I speed up to the fastest my little legs could take me. I was so close, until-
CRASH! THUD! EEK!
The next thing I knew, a was on all fours on the ground, shaking my head. The paints were scattered all over the ground, but luckily, no damage done. I got up and bent over to pick up the paints. I notice another hand bent over to lend a hand, picking up a few paints as well.
"Gomen." I heard a monotone voice. Without a moment to hesitate, I replied: "Arigato.." I look down at my watch once more. "AH! I'm so late!"
I felt the opposing person shift a bit.
"I'm late! Stupid alarmclock.."
I got up and began to dust myself off. My knees were a little scrapped and my palms were too. My blouse was also a little dirty. I gritted my teeth a bit, then turned to look at the beholder of the reason why I landed on the floor in the first place.
Then I was smacked dead in the face with these deadly lethal eyes. There were so damn stunning and blue, I swear they would've already burnt a hole in my head and through the back.
Those eyes widened, that moment. The boy was tall, blonde and, for some reason, staring at him gave me a bit of a head-shake. I swore I've seen him before..
But the shocked look on his face shook off all recent thoughts. Was there something on my face?
"Daijoubu?" I asked, my voice somewhat shaky. He was making me nervous. Was it because I was missing a flipflop? No matter how good-looking, this Odaiba people sure were weird.
The boy didn't speak for a while, he just stood there, his mouth hanging over. It began to irritate me. I didn't have time for this! So before I could retort, he choked out a word. One word that hit me harder than his damn eyes.
"M-mimi..?"
What? Who? How? Why?
What did he just say? What the hell did he just say?
My eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. He said my name.. How'd he know my name? My mouth slowly slid open, and I let out a small, frail: "Ano, do I know you?"
Jeez. What I said wasn't that rude was it? Its not like I cussed him out or something. What was the big deal?
After that, he just stood there, frozen like that damn God of Mars statue. It scared me, to be honest with you. Was what I said really that bad?
Okay, I really had no time for this nonsense. I slowly tiptoed my way around him. Enough of that psychopath. But before I can enter the lobby, a large, broad hand seized me by the shoulder and spun me around.
Those fucking eyes again. This time so dangerously close, I could've fainted. I could count each eyelash, for God's sake!
"Yamato Ishida." he said, in this incredibly scary and blunt voice. "My name is Yamato Ishida."
I blinked. What? "Um.. Nice to meet you. My name is.. um, Mimi Tachikawa.. B-but you already know that.. Right..?"
Way to sound like a major dumbass, Mimi.
Then he inched his face closer.
"Yamato Ishida." he said again.
My eyebrows rose, and I replied: "Uh, yes. I know."
"YAMATO ISHIDA!" he nearly screeched into my ear. I wince, then my eyes narrow.
"OKAY!" I yelled back. Maybe he didn't speak proper english. "I-need-to-GO-now!" I said slowly, trying to get this freak to understand.
Then his eyes turned ever so venomous. "Damnit, Mimi! You idiot"
Woah, woah, woah. He so did not just say that.
"Ex-cuse me!" I yell in an equally death-defying voice. "Who the hell do you think you are, asshole!" Oh, I was so not going easy on this guy.
"Don't act dumb, Mimi!" he yelled. "This isn't funny!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"
"Yes you DO, MIMI! STOP THIS GAME!"
"WHAT GAME!"
"THIS ONE!"
"ARGH!" we both grunted in unison.
I make my way away from him, and finally yell, "Whatever you're trying to get at, Mister Ishida, you better just lay off if you know what's good for you!"
This that, I swing my body back around and stomp into the apartment. Who the hell is this Yamato guy, anyways?
Once again, sorry for the delay! I had HUGE exams to study for, and I had no time! But not that the 2nd semester begun, I can now focus on this story! Sorry!
And thanks for the reviews, too!