Chapter 11. Wow. So many chapters in such a short amount of time! I mean, like, okay, so it's been quite a while, but seriously, I've only been writing this story for just a little over a month. So yeah, it's amazing to me. .
And all the reviews. Thanks so much! Last time I got so many reviews (I had well over 100) I had posted my most favourite story ever…which got deleted because someone didn't like it and thought it was too sexual. That was back in the days of NC-17 stories! Jeeze. Jerks.

Meh.

Anyways, yeah, I'm just in awe right now. But I promise I'll get out of my shocked state long enough to finish this chapter! Promise!

Anyways, yes, onto Chapter 11.

Chapter 11

Unmet Expectations

'What am I doing? Is this even right? I mean, okay, so the alcohol has kinda fizzed my brain, but seriously? Why the hell did I come up with this damn idea? Oh Kami, please help me get through this! He's so … handsome, and so stunning … I can't do it. I can't let him do something he'll probably regret, because I might end up doing something I will regret. I don't like regretting things. I hate regretting things. Oh Kami, please help me.'

'Okay, can someone tell me why I offered to do this? It's completely stupid and childish! But I couldn't stand the idea of those … creepy guys putting their tongues on her body, let alone their hands! What's happening to me? Why do I get so angry at the thought of someone else touching her? Is it because she's so beautiful? Or is it because of something else? Oh fuck, I'm so confused. Especially why I'm doing this. Why am I doing this? Oh, yeah, because I can.'

Mimi lay on the hard, mahogany surface; the feeling of the wood was cold against her warm back, despite the heat from the room. Arching slightly to adjust her position, attempting to make it just a touch more comfortable, she closed her eyes in thought. She wasn't sure what had even tempted her to come up with the idea. Perhaps it had been the simple thought of maybe someone else was going to do it. Of course, that had been an asinine thought, seeing as everyone else was far too drunk to even consider doing it.

She watched as Matt approached, and nearly gasped at the look in his eyes. They were a fiery, blue blaze, alit with temptation, desire, and hunger. His face had become all sharp, masculine angles, and the way he stepped made her think of a leopard on the prowl for its next meal, and she was the food. However, she knew that the kind of food Matt was thinking about was not to satiate his stomach's hunger; she knew another part of him was hungry for something quite different.

Smiling, attempting to appear like a succubus or temptress, she winked in his direction, her lips curling invitingly. "So, Yamato, are you going to clean this sticky stuff off of my body for me?"

He nearly groaned at the image in his mind, of Mimi sprawled on scarlet silk sheets, her body bare and glistening, arms spread wide, inviting him to taste, touch, and caress as much as he wanted. He knew he wouldn't be able to caress, and would end up bruising her instead, but something inside of him told him that she wouldn't have minded, so long as it was his hands on her skin.

She bit her lower lip, and again, he had to forcefully choke back a primitive sound of arousal, watching as her tongue flicked over the plump lip. Her eyes were slightly glazed over; the whiskey-coloured orbs glancing over his body in a way that made him harden beyond imagination. She looked like a young, innocent little vixen that wanted, desperately needed, to feel the touch of a man, and that particular man was him.

Flashing a seductive smirk, he returned the wink with one of his own. "Definitely, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it." The words were not without emotion, and held deep, dark, sinful promises.

Sora giggled as she watched, before taking the Sourpuss bottle from the bartender, and uncapping it. Fortunately, she was just slightly sober enough to know how to pour it without spilling it everywhere.

"So, Matty, you going first? Goodie! So, let's start!"

Mimi's muscles contracted slightly at the feel of the cool drink against her warmed, exposed skin. Her mouth opened slightly in a soft gasp, before she was able to adjust to the sensation of the sticky fluid against her flesh. The trail of the red substance went along the centerline of the stomach, going from her rib cage to the hem of her skirt. Her legs shifted involuntarily as it tickled her just ever so slightly, and she bit her lip to stop herself from giggling.

He watched her reaction, and nearly groaned aloud again, his pants becoming far too tight and had grown encumbering. He wanted to tear them off, spread her legs and take her, right there and then, show her just whose boss.

Smiling, she watched as Matt's breath hitched, and could swear she heard his heart ramming against his rib cage, loud and fast. Nibbling on her lower lip, she glanced at his seductively, urging him to take those last two steps forward and press his lips against her bared flesh.

He daringly took those last couple of steps, smiling down at her flushed face, before slowly lowering his head. She smelt of flowers and spices, of cinnamon and pure, sensual woman, with hints of lavender and vanilla from her body wash. Her flesh tasted like pure ecstasy, beneath the flavour of the sweet, raspberry beverage, he was able to sample her cinnamon flavour.

At the feel of her smooth, creamy skin under his tongue, he nearly groaned aloud, feeling her body shift upward, arching slightly at the sensation of his warm tongue against her bared skin. He groaned at the sound of the soft gasp that was expulsed from her open lips, and felt his chains on his desire snapping, one at a time.

Her skin was warm and flush, sensitive and soft beneath his touch as he slowly made his way up from her bellybutton to the end of her corset. Gazing at her with a primitive, predator-like gaze, he felt her body jerk involuntarily beneath his touch. He was hungry for more than just Sourpuss.

His tongue was warm, rubbing against her sensitized flesh, and she felt a tingling, heated sensation consume her entire body. Her breasts ached against the confines of her corset, while the blood pooled between her thighs, causing moisture to gather against her underwear. Her heart picked up its pace, ramming violently against her rib cage, pounding so hard it caused her breath to catch and hitch, increasing in speed, shortening the length of each inhale.

She let out a soft gasp as his tongue flicked back and forth, teasing her gently, nearly blinding her with the sudden need that had gathered in her core and become unleashed. Her eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, reveling in the sensation of his tongue against her skin.

It felt like forever, every second he spent cleansing her stomach, washing away the sticky fluid. Their hearts pounded in their ears, blood rushing through the body, reaching particular organs that had grown extremely pleased and aching with need. However, time passed, and, far too soon, her stomach was clean.

Without hesitating, his eyes glazed over with unreleased passion, he shifted his position so that his mouth was placed on her collarbone, his tongue flicking like a snake's against her flesh. The scent of her perfume was stronger, consuming his senses, causing more chains of control to snap loudly in his brain. His lips crushed against her skin, teeth slowly biting in her skin as his touch roughened, just barely controlling himself from pressing his lips against hers.

A moan escaped her lips and her upper body arched upwards, into his mouth, her own mouth widened in a silent gasp of pleasure. It felt like forever as he kissed her collarbone, teasing her with his tongue, pressing his teeth against her flesh. Then, he gradually moved downwards, following the line of Sourpuss tainting her lovely skin. Slowly, torturing her, he followed it as it pooled between the cleavage caused by the damned, erotic corset.

His mouth pressed between her breasts, his tongue flicking gently back and forth on the tops of the mounds, teasing gently with his teeth, and feeling her heart beating rapidly beneath his lips.

Gasping softly, she fought back a low whimper as he withdrew, his lips glistening slightly from the moisture caused by his tongue and the alcohol, and, slowly, she opened her eyes.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, and she felt her stomach tighten at the primal look in his azure eyes. He looked like he was ready to attack her and devour her.

For a moment, all they could do was look in each other's eyes, seeing the depths of their passion and desire that consumed their entire beings. Suddenly, as they had just begun to read beyond the images of need, Sora lunged at Matt, giggling and laughing violently.

"Wow! That was fucking hot! Haha. Can I do it?"

Mimi blushed darkly, before finally realizing that the entire VIP section had been watching the show, shouting cheers of encouragement throughout the entire time. Matt's glazed look suddenly faded away, and he couldn't help but grin as Tai came over, wrapping his arm around the blonde's shoulder.

"Yeah, it was sexy. Can you do it to me?"

Chuckling, Matt turned and began to walk away with Tai, responding, "No, Tai, I don't want to do it to you."

Clambering off of the bar top, Mimi sat down on a nearby stool, watching as Matt walked away, before being bombarded with sex-themed questions by a variety of females, some of which she had never met before in her life.

She didn't see when Aiko waltzed over to Matt, and flung herself at him. She didn't even notice when Matt returned the advance with one of his.

As the night grew on, the party had grown rowdier, louder, and far more sexual, with drunken couples making out, girls slipping and flashing the single boys, and many single men taking advantage of the drunken state of the females.

Mimi sat at the bar, attempting to sober up just enough for her to remember the majority of the night, sipping a glass of Coke. She was alone; Sora was off dancing wildly with Ryoko as Jou and Tai grinned and looked on.

Sighing softly, she leaned forward, cupping her glass as she thought over the night's events. That one moment with Matt had left her feeling odd, strange, unusually dissatisfied and needy. It was the first time she had ever felt such a way during an encounter with a male, and it was the first time the blood had coursed so violently and quickly through her body.

Shifting on the stool, she sipped her Coke, before cupping her cheek in her hand and closing her eyes. Matt had given her one of the most sexual looks she had ever gotten in her life; a look of unreleased, chained desire and need.

She wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen between them, but she was slowly beginning to regret having been tempted by evil. She felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden, having offered Adam the apple, and shown him truth. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure what those consequences were going to be, but she was positive that there were going to be immense major repercussions.

It was nearing 3am, and Mimi wondered what the group was going to say when the bartenders and bouncers came to tell them to leave. Not wanting to worry about such trivial things, she tried to focus her attention on the bar, watching couples at tables, group of friends having drinking games, and the mass of people dancing in front and on the stage. However, she didn't see one particular person.

Making her way over to Sora, she tugged her friend out of the orgy of dancers, and whispered loudly in her ear, "Where's Matt?"

Sora replied loudly, laughing at the same time, "He left! Went to fuck Aiko! Haha, lucky girl! I bet she's going to be happy in the morning!"

She felt the blood rush away from her face, and her stomach lurched violently, falling all the way to her toes. She swayed slightly on the spot as the sensation of sudden numbness, confusion, and utter sorrow began to consume her being.

Within seconds, the sudden rush of woe was replaced by an anger and fury she had never felt before. Hands shaking with raged, she balled them at her sides, fighting to contort her face in a way that did not express her particular emotions.

"Oh, okay, thanks, Sora." She turned to march away, before spinning around, adding, "I'm leaving now, k? I'm going to call a cab and wait outside. All right?"

Sora simply smiled, waving hazardously in return. "Okay!"

Pulling out her phone, she called for a cab before gathering her personal effects, sliding the coat over her shoulders and buttoning it up, hanging the purse over her shoulder, before saying her goodbyes and leaving.

She felt the tears burning at her eyes, and she wasn't sure why. Could it have been because he had left with another girl? Maybe it was because he forgot to tell her? Or was it because he had promised to give her a ride home? She wasn't sure anymore, and it scared her. She had always been so sure of everything, so sure of herself, knowing what was going on, what would happen, and she would always know that she could be happy by the night's end. But tonight, when she should have felt happy for Matt, for the blonde boy having finally met someone to love, she felt angry and upset.

Sitting in the cab, watching as the lights flitted past the windows, she noticed that they looked dim, lonely, and dull in the night, no longer as bright and beautiful as they had earlier.

The ride home was long and silent, with her trying hard not to sob violently against the back of the chair in front of her, her heart pounding wildly against her chest, her lungs heaving for air, and her head aching from the unshed tears.

Once she arrived at the apartment, she realized that she did not have any keys, and that Matt did not have any copies of them made. Despair filled her body as she collapsed by the door, sobered and depressed, leaning against the wooden object, curling her legs up to hug them against her body, pressing her head against her knees.

Fighting the used to sob violently, her body shook with the effort, as well as the frigid breeze flowing throughout the world outside. Shivering, she wrapped her legs closer to her body, trying to tug the coat tighter around the thin frame. However, it did not help.

Anger flooded through her veins, boiling and surging forth, coming straight from her heart, reaching her brain and snapping several nerves of patience she had once possessed. Her mouth curled into an infuriated snarl, her eyes squeezed shut from the effort of not attacking something or anything.

Instead, as the anger abated, she gave in to the urges as her face contorted into a woeful scowl, burying her face deeper against her knees as hot tears poured down her freezing cheeks.

'I hate you, Yamato.'

Takeru sat behind the wheel of the car while Tai and Sora both laughed loudly, rocking back and forth in their seats, singing to some unknown tune. He had received the call from Jou, who had dialed the Yagamis number just merely half an hour before. It had been by sheer luck that he had been over, seeing that Kari could not possibly drive, and Tai's parents were attempting to fall back asleep.

Worry gnawed at his mind as he wondered curiously about what might have happened to Mimi. Sora had blatantly, loudly, and cheerfully stated that Matt had left to 'fuck' some girl, and that Mimi had left early, which was said with a childish pout.

Chewing on his lower lip, he pulled into the apartment complex, and helped the woozy teens up the steps, before finally forcing them to either go shower, be sick, or sleep. Fortunately, when they were drunk, they obeyed every word he said.

Sitting down on a stool by the counter, he sighed deeply, when suddenly the sound of a phone ringing arrived to his eardrums. Lunging, he searched valiantly for the source, before finally yanking it out of Sora's purse, dodging a packet of condoms that were in his way.

"Hello?"

"T.K?"

Anger and irritation flowed through Takeru's body. "Matt! Where the hell are you? How could you leave Tai, Sora and Mimi behind? You were supposed to be the responsible driver! You know, that's not really friend-like, now is it?"

He could almost see Matt wince at the furious tone of Takeru's voice; Takeru rarely got this enraged.

"Sorry T.K., I had to help a friend out. I was worried that she would get alcohol poisoning, so I offered to take her home and watch her until she fell asleep."

"Is she asleep now?"

"No."

"Then what the hell is she doing? Giving you what you want? Or are you taking advantage of her state, just like Sora said?"

"How could you say such a thing?" His voice was laced with leashed rage and hurt. "I would never … You know what? Never mind. I was just calling to say that I forgot to give Mimi the apartment key. It's in Sora's purse. I gave Sora a spare just in case Mimi left before me, or something happened."

"You have a spare key? And never thought to tell Mimi about it?"

"Uh … no. Why?"

Takeru fought the urge to slam his fist against the counter, squeezing his eyes shut as his body shook with unreleased fury. Counting to ten, he took in a deep, deep breath before finally replying. "Because she is probably sitting outside that damn door, waiting for someone to open it, and you're not there! How could you do something like that to her? Especially since you like her. Yeah, you like her, and I know, and don't even try to say otherwise. Don't try to cut me off, listen to me! I'm really, really pissed off at you. Mimi comes halfway across the world so she can spend some time with friends, she helps clean your house, cooks food, does groceries with you, and would probably even help pay rent if you needed it! And what do you do in return? You fucking ditch her at a bar, leave her alone to fend for herself, without telling her where you're going, leaving her no way to get home, and no way to get inside!" His final nerve snapped, and Takeru prepared himself for the action he was about to do for the very first time in his life. "What a great friend you are." Voice laced with sarcasm, he snapped the phone shut, and turned it off before Matt even had a chance to call back.

Grabbing Sora's purse, he searched through it angrily, snarling infuriated curses and profanities under his breath.

"Asshole."

"Mimi?"

The young girl lifted her head from her lap, and gazed at the tall, blond, blue-eyed boy standing in front of her. Excitement and joy leaped within her for a mere moment, before she realized that it was not Matt, but his younger sibling, Takeru.

Furiously wiping at her cheeks, praying that there was no visible sign that she had sobbed her broken heart out, she forced a small smile at the younger boy. "Hey T.K."

Grinning slightly back, Takeru stuck out a hand and helped her to her feet. "When are you going to finally start calling me Takeru? I am 18 now, you know."

Her smile widened just ever so slightly, and she relished in the warmth that came from Takeru's hand. "I know. But I just love calling you T.K.; it's such a cute name."

Smiling, he reminded himself why he was there, and the grin disappeared in an instant.

"Matt called me."

"At your house?"

"No, he called Sora's cell, stupidly hoping someone would answer it. He was lucky it was me."

"Oh, okay." Whiskey-coloured eyes looked down, watching the trembling, pale hands as they fidgeted with the hem of the red coat.

"He wanted to let the person who answered know that Sora had a spare key. So yeah, I came by with the key." He placed the cool, metal object in her hands.

Hugging Takeru tightly in her arms, Mimi fought the urge to sob with joy on his shoulder. Body shaking with the effort, she simply buried her face against his shoulder, holding him tightly. "Thank you, Takeru."

Rubbing her back, he smiled softly down at her. "It's not problem. You're my friend, and that's what friends do for each other." He pulled away, tugging on the Santa hat. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I might call and ask for help with Sora and Tai; they're going to be so hung over."

Laughing softly, she waved goodbye, before turning around, putting the key in the lock, and entering the warm, comforting apartment. However, it did not feel as warm and comforting as it had several hours ago. It felt cold, empty, and lonely. Like as though the inhabitant had left it for something better, something new.

Tugging off her boots, she gradually made her way to her room, pulling off her clothes until she was just in her corset, hat, and underwear. Looking down at the big, empty bed, she realized that she did not want to sleep there; neither did she want to sleep on the cold, squeaky couch.

Without thinking, she grabbed a clean pair of underwear, before walking towards Matt's empty bedroom, ripping the hat off and throwing it on the ground, tugging her chest free of the corset's confinement.

Changing into the new underwear, she left her clothes in the trails and piles leading towards the bedroom, before clambering into the warm bed. It smelt of spices and pure male, and she buried her face against the pillow, reveling in the image of Matt's head lying against the soft object, his scent consuming her senses, causing her mind to whirl with confused emotions.

Sighing deeply, she gave in to her heart, gave in to the urges, and the flow of tears restarted, streaming down her cheeks, soaking the pillow, her heart breaking into tinier, sharper shards, stabbing at her insides with violence, aggression, cruelty, and rage.

'I hate you.'

Lying there, in the warm bed, covered in shadows that were occasionally broken apart from the moonlight filtering through the window, she cried herself to sleep.

There we go, Chapter 11. Are you guys happy I'm finishing these chapters sooner? I know I am. Less stress.

Yes, so, I hope this was good. I had such a huge variety of ideas, like Mimi leaving with another guy and him taking advantage of her. Or Mimi walking in on Matt and Aiko in bed. But don't worry; I have plans for my next chapter. I know what's going to happen, and I promise that it'll be good. I don't want any angry reviewers now, do I?

Haha.

Anyways, please, please, please review. I love getting your reviews; it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. .

Oh, yes, Happy Valentine's Day everybody! I hope you all get chocolates and happiness.

Ciao.