A/N: Thank you all for those who reviewed me. I know it has been two years since my last update. I've also seen a lot of new authors around. I'm still happy to still see a lot of Mimato-fans out there, supporting the couple! Yay!
And now back to the story. To apologize myself after being gone for so long, I made it extra long! Enjoy!
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Inyeon
Let's Marry!
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"I tell you, it's useless."
"But we're not done! C'mon, Yamato, I'm helping you here."
"Fine. Who's next on the list?"
His friend, Taichi scanned his block-note to see who was following. "Aha, what about Nina."
"Too old."
"Hino?"
"Too young"
"What about Rika?"
"Too nosy."
"Xian?"
"Too whiny."
"Mayura?"
"Heard she's got a thing for girls now."
Taichi looked up from his block-note and gasped. "Mayura? But, she's too hot!"
Yamato shrugged. "Heard it during Christmas party."
"Damn," Taichi cursed, but scratched his head and frowned. "Looks like finding you a woman is harder than I thought."
Yamato rolled his eyes and patiently waited for his drink. They were both inside a local bar not far from the city. Being around common people was the only way to get out from the press. He glanced at his friend who was busy scanning the names. Thus far this was the only plan they could think of – well, it was Taichi's plan.
They would search a girl that could pass as his wife without strings attached. The plan was to marry her, making it official and having a full claim as an heir. But the real problem would begin after a year. Yamato was planning to divorce the girl after playing her part as the kind and nice wife, but most of the girls he met so far were trouble. If he didn't know better they would ask a large percentage of his heritage and maybe more. A scandal would occur and he didn't want that to happen.
"Okay, let's get over this once again. No daddy's girl, no older wenches, no whiny ones."
Yamato nodded. "I want her to be, I don't know, simple and intelligent. One that doesn't bring problems along."
Taichi scratched the back of his head again. "Now that, my friend, is asking for the impossible." He pointed out. "So far none of these girls are classified in that category."
"Well, so far your list just contains bitches. And where the hell is my drink?" Yamato growled out.
"Now, don't blame the list. I had a hard time thinking those names."
"Well, you didn't do a perfect job either. And where the hell did you found all these women?"
"I just took your phone book and picked up some names." He told him.
Yamato groaned in disbelief. "I might as well give up. I guess my father will be glad to see that he was right after all. Stupid old man."
"Look, just pick one of them and marry her. We'll think of the consequences later." Taichi replied simply.
"Forget it." Yamato argued, "I must make sure this time nothing can go wrong. I don't want to see myself in court and sue me for a reason that didn't or still has to happen."
Taichi looked at his friend thoroughly. He knew what he was talking about. "Fine, we'll think of something else."
Yamato sighed and was glad to finally see their drinks coming. With a swift movement, he picked up his beer and drank with large gulps.
Taichi grimaced, staring at his drink. "You know, I though you were joking when you said it over the phone. I honestly believed I'd be dead before this day would come."
"Shut up." Yamato cut in while he drank. "I didn't expect it either."
"Think about it, what will al your fan girls say?" Taichi announced, "They'll be all heartbroken!"
Yamato didn't listen; instead he rummaged inside his pockets until he found the object he searched - his pack of cigarettes. This was a good moment to relieve some of his tension. On the background, he could hear Taichi rambling on.
" - The Yamato Ishida, the most handsome and sexiest bachelor of this century - swore to never settle down, but eventually had to break his vow to gain his place as the rightful heir. Oh, the drama. You know that this could be a good plot for a movie?" Taichi said off topic. Yamato sighed and placed a cigarette in his mouth.
But Taichi wasn't done. "The press wouldn't get enough of this story. Before you know it, a new secret will be unfolded; probably the fact that you were gay all along, but never knew it until you married the woman! Oh, the shame." Taichi snickered then asked with a serious tone, "You're not gay, are you?"
Yamato snapped his eyes at him and snarled. "Fuck no!" and he threw his pack of cigarettes at him, hitting him square in the face. "What the hell are you thinking?!"
Taichi just rolled out his tongue, but handed his pack back. "Fine, fine. Was just pestering you." he grinned.
"I'm leaving." He told him, taking one last sip from his drink.
"Where are you going?" Taichi asked, swiftly following his actions and took his jacket from the stool, placing some money on the counter.
"A walk. I need to clear my mind a bit. And you – " Yamato turned around so he was face to face with his friend, his cigarette hanging limp between his lips, "- don't follow me."
"I swear I'll stop joking!" Taichi promised, but Yamato shook his head. "No. You helped me – I thank you, but no. I'll find a way – somehow." He said.
"B-but!" Taichi was ready to argue.
"I'll call you tonight. Later Yagami." But as he turned around, ready to go toward the exit, he didn't notice a little brunette crossing his way. And when he did, it was already too late. The tray she held flew from her hands and all the drinks now finally landed on him and his clothes. People heard the crash and immediately looked their way. His cigarette didn't even lasted.
'Looks like everyone is against me today.' Yamato cursed his life.
"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" the girl panicked. "Not again! Not now!"
"Damn, you woman!" Yamato scowled. "Look at what you've done!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" the girl didn't listen, nor was she helping him. "I am getting so fired for this."
"The hell you are!" Yamato growled out. "You ruined an expensive suit!"
The woman frowned at him. Both were still on the floor while eyes were still watching. Trough gritted teeth, she spoke, "I don't care about that suit of yours! I am scared for what is about to happen now."
And like she had expected, the boss came out of the kitchen. "Tachikawa!"
Immediately, she stood up. "S-sir, please. It was an accident!"
Taichi helped his friend get up. "Right hell it was. You came onto me, woman!" Yamato wasn't finished.
The girl glared, "What? You're the one who came onto me, you jerk!" she accused him.
"That's enough, Mimi." Her boss announced. "You're fired."
"What?! But it was his fault!"
"No, it wasn't!" Yamato cut in.
"I don't care, I want you both out of here. You, Tachikawa, have done enough damage in this bar. I already gave you enough chances, but you ruined it. And you blondie." The boss looked at him sternly, "I want you out of my bar too."
"B-but –" The girl argued.
"OUT!"
And both were thrown out of the bar, with Taichi running behind. The girl tried to re-enter the place, but her boss forbids it, ordering some strong-looking guys to block the entrance. The girl slumped her shoulders and turned around towards the person who was the cause of this. But Yamato just smiled smugly.
"You! Because of you I just lost another job!"
Yamato brushed some invisible dust from his clothes and shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever. I don't care. I won't come here again anyways." Then he glanced at the place. "Maybe I'll sue them for lack of respect towards their customers."
"Just leave it, Yamato." Taichi sighed, knowing he had the power to do that.
"Why not?" he asked his friend. "It's really rude to throw people out."
"Hey! Are you listening to me, you jerk! I lost my job no thanks to you!" the girl shouted, not caring if people were watching her.
Yamato glared at the brunette, interrupting him. He got a little enough of this. That girl did nothing but shout at him.
"Look there, wench. It was your fault in the first place. I bet you're blind the moment it happened. You were the one that didn't see where she was going and you slammed against me. Now all you can do is just blame yourself, since I technically didn't do anything wrong." Yamato acknowledged her with a grin, "Now, for the expenses. You do know that you have to pay for what you did." Pointing at his wet shirt that was smudged in orange-juice and coke. "Now, let's see, the shirt, the jacket, oh and you also spilled some on my pants, that all would be –"
The girl widened her eyes. "Are you kidding me?!"
Taichi looked back at his friend. "Uhm, Yamato, are you sure?" he looked at her before whispering, "I don't think that girl can afford that much."
"I know, Taichi. But it's her fault."
"You asshole! You have no right to ask me that! T-that's not possible. No one can spend so much on clothes!"
"Of course we can. I am Yamato Ishida after all. Heir of the Ishida Hotels known all over the world." He pronounced it with pride, happy to hold such name.
But the girl just looked at her with questionable eyes? "Who?"
Yamato and Taichi's eyes widened, not quite believing what they just heard.
"What?" she said, annoyingly.
"Y-you don't know him?!" Taichi gasped, pointing towards Yamato, dumbfounded.
The girl looked at the blond more carefully. But after a moment she just shook her head. "Nope."
"Hahahahahaha, Oh Kami-sama, this is just too much!" Taichi laughed. "This is the first time a girl doesn't recognize you."
Yamato couldn't believe it either. Was she really that dense? "You really don't know who I am?" he asked her.
The brunette just shook her head. Then she looked at her wrist, her watch announcing it was nearly time to go back. The girl sighed.
"Look, I must go. I don't have time for this. I have to find another job somehow. As for you," she said to Yamato, "I am terribly sorry for your clothes, but I am not going to pay you for it. That's way out of my budget." She bowed and quickly spun around, facing the other direction.
"Oh no, you're not!" Yamato yelled at her. "You can't jus walk away like that!"
"Probably she can." Taichi grinned when they both saw her enter a cab.
"No way she's leaving just like that." Yamato replied, calling for another cab when hers drove off.
"You're following her?" His friend asked surprised.
"Of course! She still owes me!" When he jumped inside, asking the driver to follow her cab.
Taichi just grinned. "Fine, just call me how it happened." And he waved his friend goodbye, watching the car as it drove away from his sight. He then looked for his cell phone, flipping it open and calling his limousine to pick him up.
Yamato saw her cab driving, taking a direction towards a place he never saw before. Suddenly they stopped in front of a building. He looked outside and then towards the brunette who got out of the car. He guessed this would be her apartment she was living in.
He followed suit, paid the man and got out as well. He didn't wait till she was inside; he immediately went for it, stopping her before she could open the door.
"Hey!" the girl yelled and looked up. "You? What are you doing here?" she frowned.
"You still haven't paid me yet, hun." Yamato smirked. "And I'm here to get that."
"Ugh! I already told you that I don't have it! I just can't pay you that much!" she clarified him sternly. "Now if you could just excuse me, I have to go inside."
Yamato let her pass, but continued to chase her much to the girl's chagrin. He even went inside with her when they took the elevator. Yamato wasn't going to let her go that easily. That girl still has to pay him so he simply followed her.
Plus, it would be fun to see what sort of an apartment commoners like her live in. In the elevator, none spoke, but he could easily see she wasn't happy to see him. He didn't care. He was here for the money and also because he was a little curious how her home would look like.
He snorted at the cabin they were in. He couldn't believe it to be so small, nor could he believe how old it looked inside. He wondered if it wouldn't fall apart if another person entered it. He just hoped not. Dying right now was not really an option.
When the gates opened, Yamato was behind the girl. He was so transfixed at his environment; he didn't saw the brunette stop, which he almost staggered forward.
"Hey! What gives?" Yamato growled at her, but the girl didn't respond. She was looking at something and Yamato followed.
There, in the middle of the hallway, a door was widely open and next of it stood boxes that were piled up till the ceiling. All kinds of furniture were hanging around, taking most of the place, making it impossible for a person to pass through. It took a moment for the girl to find her voice.
"No…" she whispered.
Yamato looked down at her and he could see some tears forming.
The girl removed herself from her spot and went towards it. A man appeared with another box in his hands, putting them next to the others.
"Ah, Mimi. There you are."
The girl shook her head in disbelief. "I thought you said I had time till next week." She shrieked.
The man hushed her down, "Calm down, Mimi. I know what I said, but someone needed a place to stay."
"So, you just throw me out?"
"Look, you had enough time to pay, but it has been months!" the man told her. "I just can't wait for it. I'm sorry, Mimi." He said apolitically, looking at her sad face. "
"Oi, old man, what's going on here?"
The man didn't' notice the guy behind her until now. Yamato wasn't quite sure what was going on, but this didn't seem right at all.
"She hasn't paid her rent for months now and I had to cover her until then. But as owner, it can't go on like that. I've already given her enough time, but she just delays it till next week. It's always the same. And now, new people are coming in, searching for a place to stay and –"
"- You just decide to kick her out from her place to make some room, is that it?" Yamato glowered. "You're just a piece of shit, aren't you?"
The man was furious. "What do you know? I always supported her till now, but this can't go one like that. She had time enough to pay for it, but I can't always be there. I have to pay too, you know." He then looked at the girl. "I'm sorry it has to end like this, but as a last request I would like your things to get out of here by the end of the week."
And with that, he left those two alone in the hallway. Yamato looked where he had gone to, before fixing his attention back towards the girl, now slowly entering the place. She didn't say anything when he trailed behind.
Yamato had to admit - the room didn't look bad, though his bathroom was bigger than that. It could be a nice comment, just to piss the girl, but he didn't think his would be a good idea. When he looked around, he saw how empty it was, except for some pictures hanging on the wall and a couch where the girl sat.
"I don't understand." She said softly, making it almost impossible for Yamato to hear. "Why now?"
"If you just didn't spilled juice on me, maybe this wouldn't have happened." He said smugly.
The girl jumped out from her seat. "Shut up! You've done enough already! It's already bad I have to deal with you and now this!" she yelled while extending her arms to make it clear. "I don't know what to do anymore! I don't even have a place to go!"
"You don't?"
"If I did, I would already go there, you baka."
Yamato frowned, but continued. "You really don't have any friends or families to go to?" he asked her.
The girl just shook her head. She took a seat back down on the couch.
Yamato watched her, folding his arms as he did so. It took him moments, but when he did come up with a plan, he wondered if he wouldn't think it through first. And maybe ask Taichi for advise, but since he wasn't here, he must handle things alone.
"Look, I have a proposition for you." He started off slowly. The girl looked up at him; catching his interest. "I will help you with your problem if you help mine."
"And what's that." The girl's voice didn't sound like she really trusted him.
"I was ordered by my father to get a wife before my birthday, which would be two months from now. If I don't follow this, I will lose all of my heritage as the heir of the Ishida family." He explained.
"I thought you said you were the heir?" the girl replied, remembering their previous conversation.
"Well, I am going to be if you would accept the proposal of being my wife."
Again, the girl jumped out from her seat. "Now that's plain ridiculous!" she shouted, but scoffed and giggled like he was insane. "That's the best thing I ever heard today." she muttered.
Yamato scowled. "Hey, it's not a joke, okay. It's true. If you marry me, you won't ever have to worry about money or work again."
That caught her attention because she was now fully listening. "Really?"
"Yes. You'll be only stuck with me for a year. And because of being my wife, you will have the privilege to visit faraway places, buy stuff you never could've imagine and eat what you've never tasted in your entire life." Yamato illuminated her. "But on one condition, though."
"What are they?"
"You will act as the nice wife you are expected to be in front of everyone, the press, my family, and especially my old man. But inside the walls where we will be living, you and I can ignore each other completely; doing things we want– as long as we're not discovered. So, just try and make sure you do not get in my way." he pressed on. "And after a year I will announce a divorce. I will make a plan that everyone will believe and I will make sure that you will have enough money to live from there on. After that, we will lose contact, never to talk to each other again and just get on with our lives like nothing had happened."
Yamato watched the girl's expression. He waited to see if she was against it, maybe asking more, but it never came. Instead she just nodded and took a hand out toward him.
"Okay, I accept it." she said softly. "But on one condition only."
Yamato knew it was too good to be true. "What's that?" he asked, narrowing an eyebrow.
"You are going to drop the money I owe you for that." she said, pointing at his clothes.
Yamato grinned. "Deal."
By the time they shook hands, none of them were aware that some things wouldn't go as planned…
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To Be Continued
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A/N: And that was chapter two for you guys. I hope you liked it. Now go and press that pretty purple button there and review… :p If you don't, then I won't continue. That's fair enough now, I think.
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