Wow! I'm so happy, thank you all for all the beautiful reviews! I can't believe I've finally reached 100!!! There should be a celebration. Haha. I'll celebrate Friday…at my friend's party. Lol.

Anyways, I'm not sure how this chapter will be, and I've been going through major, crazy mad writer's blocks for a while, but, hopefully, this will turn out good.

So, yes, here we go. (By the way, the Chapter Title is from the song "A Thousand Words" by Savage Garden. Call me a loser, but I really enjoy their music.)

Chapter 21

A Thousand Words

He watched as she counted the items, stuffing the articles into her suitcase, scowling down at the object as though it dared to offend and go against her wishes. He didn't like the scene, didn't like watching as she gathered her clothing and began to put it away. He wanted to go over, to throw everything across the room, and yell, scream at her for even considering leaving. He wanted to cry, to shout, and to hit something, to fall to the ground in despair as his world crumbled and fell apart around him.

But instead, he watched and listened, leaning on the doorframe for support, and did nothing to stop what he felt was the inevitable.

He did not tell her he wanted her to stay.

He had so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do, but he couldn't even think of a thousand words to tell her, a thousand reasons to give her to make her stay, a thousand actions that might make her reconsider.

A thousand words weren't enough to tell her he loved her.

Wiping at the sweat that had formulated on her brow, she sighed heavily, tightening the straps on the bag. "Phew, I was scared that I was going to have to buy a new bag."

He couldn't help but smile at her, crossing his arms as he watched her drag the suitcase to the doorway.

"Well, maybe it's because you bought too much stuff?"

Pouting, she stuck her tongue at him, before gathering her shower supplies, walking past to get a towel from the hall closet.

"It's not my fault I like to shop."

He simply frowned in reaction, slightly confused before making it known to her. "I thought you packed that stuff already?"

"Nope, they got in a separate bag that I'm putting with my carry on bag. Besides, I want to smell nice and clean tomorrow, so that nobody thinks I smell funny or something."

He followed her as she walked into the washroom, watching as she stripped off her jeans and t-shirt, growling with approval at the sight of her long, naked back, and her creamy, bared skin.

"Oh really? And right now…you're not just showering to try and get me naked with you, are you?"

"Oh, no, not at all." Her voice held a hint of laughter, and she ran her hands through her hair, keeping her back to him the entire time.

A gasp escaped her lips as he snuck up behind her, sliding his hand between her legs, testing for a sign of arousal. He groaned aloud as he found moisture gathered at the juncture between her thighs, and felt her lean back against him, thrusting her hips gently against his hand.

"Matt … let me at least get into the shower."

He let out another groan in response, his vacant hand traveling to grasp a full breast. "Oh, you know I love it when you talk dirty."

She laughed, pulling away from his touch, giggling at his attempt to sound vaguely erotic. "I totally did not talk dirty, Matt. You're so silly." Turning her back to him, she leaned into the shower, turning on the hot water, before turning on the jets. "I'll see you later." She winked, before climbing into the stall, bringing in her shampoo and other cleaning necessities.

"Oh no, you don't." His words were growled, before he stripped down, tossing his clothes aside and climbing into the shower beside her.

Instantly, his hands were on her, causing cries to escape her lips as he toyed with her breasts, teasing her folds, causing the flow of moisture of increase at the feel of his fingers taunting her sensitive skin.

"Oh, Matt."

Her moan did it, it snapped at his control and he spun her around, pressing her back roughly against the tiled wall, sliding her up, forcing her legs to twine around his waist as he pounded deep and hard within her.

"Ah!"

The cry was following by the sensation of her nails digging sharply into his back, her head thrown back in delight and pleasure as the sensations overwhelmed her senses, consuming her very being.

He buried his face against her throat, digging his teeth against her flesh, biting and sucking, teasing and taunting, as his thrusts grew faster, stronger, his entire body tightening as he neared his climax.

"Oh! Matt!"

Her cries and convulsions tugged him over the edge, and his primal growl filled the air with her feminine moans as he poured his life into her.

It took several moments for the haze to clear and reality to sink back in, her legs falling limply to touch the tiled, porcelain floor, her head resting on his shoulder for support as her body slowly regained its ability to feel and sense.

As their hearing return, the loud banging hit their ears, and Matt cursed loudly as he heard Tai's voice from the entrance of the apartment.

"Matt! I hear you guys! Stop fucking and let me in, god damn it! You promised we would hang today! Now stop being a jerk and open up!!!"

Laughter spilled from Mimi's mouth at Tai's words, which had caused the poor, blond boy to blush a dark vermilion.

As he stepped out of the shower, scowling at the floor, she giggled at him, sticking her head out of the door. "You started it."

He turned to tackle her against the wall again, showing off his returned arousal, causing her to blush slightly. Instead, he pointed at her, revenge glinting in his eyes. "I'm so getting you later."

"Oh. Well, then, I may as well punish you now..."

Stepping out of the shower, she smiled up at him, her lips curled seductively, beads of water dripping off of her naked body. He let out a low groan of pleasure as her hands caressed his member. The groan turned into a primal growl as she took the hardened body part into her mouth.

"Oh, shit...Tai can wait."

"So, she's really leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's what she said."

Matt shifted his position, aiming and firing the gun at his target, hitting the deer dead on.

The score flashed onto the screen, and he turned to sip at his beer. "Apparently she's got some great and amazing life back in the States. Go figure. I bet she had a husband or something."

Tai laughed aloud at it, before focusing his concentration on the screen, aiming for the moose. Missing, he cursed before turning to Matt. "I doubt it. She seems to really like you."

"Like me? You remember what I told you! On New Year's, she said she loved me." He took his shot, hitting the moose on the side. "I mean, if she really meant it, wouldn't she stay?"

Shrugging, Tai watching as the screen listed their scores before calling it a Game Over. "I'm not sure. Remember, Sora told me she loved me, and then went out with you. Look where we are now."

Picking up his beer, he led Tai over to a 'restaurant', where they ordered Americanized nachos, and sat down at a table.

"Yeah, but you two are different. I mean, you guys really loved each other, and she was just confused. I mean, sure I know I look way better than you, Tai, but she loves you, not me. There's a difference."

"I don't get it." He took a bit of the nachos, pausing. "I mean, I'm pretty sure that Mimi's liked you since we first went to the Digital World. I'm willing to bet your situation is the same as Sora's and mine, where she's all confused and shit."

A coarse laugh left Matt's lips. "Ha, sure, all right, and I'm the King of fucking France. I'm telling you, she's probably got this amazing, great life in American, and she wouldn't give it up for even another day with me." He pointed at Tai using a chip drenched in cheese. "I'm serious. I bet I was just some entertainment while she was away. And to think she was a virgin."

The brunet choked on his nachos, coughing loudly as Matt scowled at him, watching as the boy gasped for air, swallowing a couple mouthfuls of his Coke – he was driving after all.

"A … virgin? Mimi?"

Matt shrugged in response, taking another bite of the food. "Yeah, she was. Why?"

"But, wasn't she with Michael for like, two years or something?"

"Apparently it was only a few months."

Tai arched a brow at Matt, frowning at the blond boy. "Are you sure she was a virgin? I mean, maybe she's just tight or something."

Hitting the boy, he scowled in reaction, glaring daggers at the brunet. "No, she wasn't 'just tight', fuck Tai, you're such a pervert. If you want to know, I felt her hymen and all, okay?"

"Oh, you mean during the preparations?"

"For fuck's sake, you're hopeless, Tai."

He grinned in response, stealing the last of the nachos. "Yeah, so?" Leaning forward, he took on a more serious note. "But, seriously Matt, what are you going to do? Are you just going to let her go? You're not even going to tell her how you feel?"

The blond sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair, twirling the beer bottle between his fingers. "What can I do? She has a life back there, her family, her job, her home, everything is there, and the only thing here for her is me. Seriously, when you compare the two, measure them up, it becomes obvious why she's going back."

"No, it doesn't, it's not obvious at all! Fuck, Matt, you really have to get your act together and stop being so … emo!"

"Emo?"

"Yeah, so what? You're being emo. Next thing we know, you're going to start writing sad, gloomy songs about your relationship, and you'll cry every time sing, and next thing we know, you're crying while you have sex! So stop being emo now, and stop it from progressing! It's like some disease." Tai shuddered. (A/N: I have nothing against emos whatsoever, but, well, this is happy-go-lucky Tai talking about them … so. Yeah. Sorry to anyone who was offended.)

Matt laughed loudly, smiling brightly at Tai. "You're strange, Tai, but you make sense." He grinned. "Thanks."

Confusion glittered in Tai's eyes as Matt stood, tossed his bottle in the garbage, and challenged the brunet to a game of Air Hockey.

One day later …

He lay back on the bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, questioning the world, questioning his actions, his emotions, his very being, wondering why, asking why. His body had grown numb, almost as though it was constructing some form of immunity, blocking out all viruses, all crude bacteria that might threaten his breaking heart. The bacteria came in form of words, of touches, caresses, which possessed such unimaginable power that it made him fall to his knees, causing tears to spill from his eyes in sheer anguish and despair.

She was leaving.

Forever.

She had never actually said 'forever', but he knew, deep down, that she would never return to him. What did he have? Some small apartment, and a job as a stock-boy in the local grocery store, and just barely enough income to pay for his rent and food; he had been lucky to have saved up just enough for the Christmas gifts, even though Sora had to help pay for a few.

Mimi … she probably had a mansion, some huge, million acre estate, a house in Prague, and probably an island somewhere in the Caribbean, she was a model, a Playboy model to boot, and the gifts she had gotten for Christmas had probably not even made a dent in her savings.

No, when he really thought about it, a grocery clerk and a Playboy model did not belong together. They were like oil and water; they were far too different, had different lives, and were just not meant to be.

So why did it hurt so much to even think about saying goodbye? Why did a piece of him die as he watched her pack? Why did his heart bleed when she said she had to go?

How could her words, her touches, hurt him so much, if they weren't meant to be? How come every time she touched him, every time she looked into his eyes with love and need, he just had to return the emotions? What was it about her that made him cry? That made him hurt? That made him love?

"Matt …"

Her voice was a whisper, a soft murmur breaking through his melancholic thoughts, shredding away all of his barriers, breaking them apart to sneak within his heart, to play on the strings, to tease him into a smile.

"Matt? I have to leave soon … please … make love with me … "

Their touches were soft, their moans gentle cries in the morning silence, their kiss passionate but chaste. His hands were tender as they touched her, caressing her breasts, teasing her into a panting, passionate climax. Her nails were soft, gently teasing the flesh of his back as he rose up above her, digging ever so slightly into his skin as he eased himself into her tight folds.

He was soft, tender, not wanting to bruise her petals, treating her like the most beautiful flower he had ever seen, keeping his kisses feather light against her flesh, gasping out words of need, whispers of joy.

She rose up to meet his every slow thrust, twining her long, smooth legs around his body, urging him deeper, but keeping the situation tender, not wanting him to rush, wanting to remember this beautiful moment for the rest of her life.

Her eyes fluttered shut, reveling in the sensation of him buried deep inside her, gasping out his name with every gentle thrust, arching back against his body, letting out soft cries of pleasure and joy.

"Oh … oh Matt … Yamato …"

He paused for a moment, grasping her hands with his, keeping their digits twined together as he resumed the slow, pumping movements, watching the pleasure play across her face.

"Mimi … look at me."

Her eyes flittered open, and he watched the passion play in them, watching as the whiskey aged and darkness with pleasure, her eyes becoming turbulent with increasing need as her climax neared.

"Mimi … I love you."

The words were soft, a mere murmur, the silence before the storm as their cries rose up in unison, their bodies breaking with pleasure, the climax rolling over them like gentle waves on a beach. Their names became one in the air, their gasps loud and pleasure-filled, their hands twined tightly, and their eyes focused on one another, watching each other with love.

The airport was crowded, as it always was, but this time, it felt as though they were all watching them, scrutinizing their every movement, whispering about them, telling the world that she was leaving him, for good.

Their eyes followed them, their ears perking as they heard the footsteps approach and grow distant, their hands covering their mouths as they murmured to one another about the witch who had stolen his heart, and left him to bleed.

She felt like she was a siren, a succubus, created simply to pleasure and steal, to bring him to a crying climax, and then disappear with his heart and soul, leaving him to decay in an ocean of woe, a blood red sea of pain.

She was ugly, just like Michael had told her every second of her new, exposing life; she was nothing but a whore. She used her beautiful exterior to lull in prey, and take what she wanted before leaving them dry and dead.

His words whispered in her mind, becoming a mixture of sentences, cruel, violent words that hurt and pained, that caused tears to brim in her eyes even as she printed up her ticket from the automated machine.

But she smiled at him, smiling that sweet, sorrowful smile that told him she was hurting, that she pained at the idea of leaving him, but she had to. She just couldn't get up and leave one world for another, at least not without making arrangements.

She really did not want to go back; there were too many painful memories there, at the big, empty house, too many rooms that were white, too many days where the outside world was dark, too many mirrors, and too much pain.

But she had to go back; it was almost like a duty, she had to go back, had to go and look pretty, to expose herself to the public, and pretend she was happy. She had to go and put back on the fake smile, tell her eyes to lie to the public, and perform an Academy Award Winning act.

She had to return to the lies.

Even if it meant pushing the truth aside.

Just for a while.

But it was going to feel like eternity.

His arms were tight around her tiny frame, hugging her close to his body, burying his face in her hair, reveling in her sweet scent for the last time. Tears burned at her eyes, sliding down her cheeks as her control faltered, and her hands tightened against his shirt, grasping holding of something, anything, that would help her keep hold on the world.

He was so warm, so comforting, he made her feel so secure and happy, so why was she leaving? Why was she saying goodbye? Just a few moments ago, she was so sure, but now, in his arms, hearing him whisper tender words to her, she was uncertain.

"Mimi, I love you."

She heard him choke out the words, and pulled back, looking into his glossy eyes, watching as the oceans fought back the urge to overflow, the emotions playing violent, cruel games with his mind.

Her smile faltered, sliding down to form a saddened frown. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his as they called for the passengers. She whispered the words back.

"I love you too, Matt."

He held her hand as long as he could, watching as she walked away from him as far as she could, until she gave him a bright, cheery smile.

"I'll see you soon. I promise."

He nodded, and let her fingers slip out of his grasp, as the tears streamed down his face in waterfalls, his heart breaking into small shards that cut him, that made him bleed, and he watched as she turned her back on him, walking away from him.

He didn't see the tears fall down her cheeks, didn't see her chest gasp for air she walked away, and didn't see the pain in her eyes as she feared she might never see him again.

Instead, he turned, wiping furiously at the tears, trying to walk away from the best part of his past.

There you go. That's it, Chapter 21. I think the best part of it all was the last bit. And I gave you all two mini-lemons. How about that?

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