No Remedy For Love
Continued...
A/N: So many of you loved this fic, I decided to sort of tie up loose ends. This was originally a one-shot based on my personal experiences and the said inspiration for that is no longer around at my job, haha, so I hope this satisfies you guys. Thanks for reading~
That's right... Yamato and Jyou had specifically threatened to cast to Hell anyone who stood in the way of their plans that afternoon (over the past week) so the two could spend five minutes together.
"How was the internship?" the blonde questioned, trying to direct his mind back to reality.
"I used the needle without fainting this time!" Jyou piped happily as he stuffed his scrubs into his tote bag and headed back to Yamato's room to change into his spare clothes. There wasn't time to go home to change from the hospital and make it back to the Ishida household in time. They communicated despite this, but not before Yamato's mind had drifted back to Mimi and her risque lifestyle that had probably involved needles in another sense at one point. If the blonde had any indication to believe the girl had been holding back on her tales.
"That's an improvement," Yamato stated. The sentence came out dryer than he had wanted and he sighed, disappointed in his own body betraying his heavy heart.
Jyou reappeared dressed in a casual sweater and jeans. Yamato eyed him and the blue-haired man blushed, "All my pants are dirty. You didn't do the laundry."
"I forgot," the blonde replied, noting the shortness of the leggings against Jyou's ankles. Thankfully, it didn't look as bad as it sounded.
Jyou noted the boy's zoned tone and contemplated if pushing the boy was a good idea. After three days straight of concerts in which they had to perform a set list of new songs and signings lasted well into the morning, the man had barely slept. The usual grey under his eyes was borderline shiners now. "We don't have to go out if you would rather sleep?"
Yamato's head snapped up as if a bullet had gone off. "You make it sound like I have a vhocie between passing out when I get home or spending much needed time with you-" Jyou frowned, thinking, I'm being selfish... of course he needs rest. That does it, we're staying-. "-We've been planning this for weeks. Let's get going."
Jyou smiled despite his anxiety forming a knot in his stomach. He extended a hand to his boyfriend who cautiously took it. "You know, if you wore pants, too, and turned on the heat in this place, then maybe you wouldn't look like that." Jyou chuckled, noting cold parts of the blonde's anatomy.
"Whatever," he replied, burning red. He returned a moment later in a shirt with a dress shirt over it, jeans, and an old pair of boots.
Jyou hummed to himself, "That's what you're wearing?"
"I look damn fine," Yamato hissed, "Now, are we going or not?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jyou replied, taking his lover's hand again, but Yamato pulled away. How could he hold this man's hand when he still had thoughts of that beautiful woman in the back of his mind? He resisted the urge to show this all on his face, but he was sure it did because they walked in silence to the cafe.
Yamato liked the place okay, save the server that was a scary resemblence to his mother. The tea was amazing, the coffee comparable to a high end chain, and the service was at least average on a bad day. They found their booth near the window where they could watch the passersby on the streets.
"We could have stayed home," Jyou insisted.
"Would you shut up already?" the blonde snapped. "Don't make me get started."
"Alright," Jyou chuckled. "So... I couldn't make the concert last night... and I hear it got rained out. What kept you?"
Yamato cringed at the question. "I was just talking to the other band that headlined for us. If we had managers, they would probably be setting up some sick duet or something."
Jyou liked seeing the blonde smile suddenly. "A pop band and an alternative/grunge band. Just what the world needed."
"Grunge is half pop anyway," Yamato lectured.
Jyou didn't really understand, but the way his boyfriend babbled on, he had at least picked up the jargon of genres even if he didn't understand the subtle differences between grunge, nu-metal, and alternative. All the shit was the same thing: men singing about bad relationships with women and addiction. What was there to know?
"I missed you," the blonde admitted suddenly, trying to get his mind away from Mimi again. The entire image of her being: her voice, body, personality, was tugging at him like his sleeve caught in a bramble.
"I missed you, too," Jyou replied with a wider smile. Finally, he's not snapping at me! "I think we should have some fun when we get back, you know? Uh, rekindle things... you know how grumpy we get when..."
"...Oh," the blonde stumbled, "J-Jyou, I thought I told you."
"...what?"
"We're doing a charity gig at the college tonight... It was short notice because another band cancelled on them... I really didn't have any control over it."
"...oh, well... maybe when you get home, then?"
"...if I have the energy..." Yamato admitted. He wanted to scream yes but he couldn't lie. He was already falling asleep and risking third degree burns if his nose took a dive into the cup in front of him. The steam from the tea or his own nervousness was hard to distinguish between.
"It's alright, I understand," Jyou whispered. You're just the lead of your band and have the final say in it all... You should have said no. Get Sorrow Sea to do it, if you're so damn chummy. Oh, lord, Jyou, are you... jealous? Jyou snickered to himself. He couldn't believe he would let himself stoop to such a childlike level.
"What's so funny?" Yamato questioned, forcing his eyes open.
"You, silly... falling asleep like that. I could probably sing in your place, if you want to get back to that man of yours," Mimi giggled.
"N-No, I promised."
"I insist that you get home and make real yaoi happen."
"Mimi," the blonde burned red. "Actually, I..."
The young woman's oak eyes blinked quickly, "Oh, what's the matter?"
"Can I ask you something? Because if I don't, then... I can't live with myself."
"Yes, these are real," she chuckled with a smile, holding her boobs in the air with her palms.
Yamato burned deeper red, "N-No, it's not that."
"Dresses make me look fat?"
"Mimi, please."
"...okay, what's on your mind?" she said, finally calming down from her sugary personality and taking a seat. She placed a hand on Yamato's leg and he imagined her fingers sliding up a little further, then shook his head. Mimi noticed his still embarassed expression, agitated by his weariness, and sighed, "Out with it. Tell Mii what the problem is."
"I like you," Yamato blurted. "I think about you all the time, Mimi. I think about what my life would be like with you. I think about all the things we have in common that Jyou and I don't and I think about just spending time with you at the mall or something. I... Mimi?"
"...yes?" she questioned, blinking again.
"Would you go out with me?"
This time Mimi turned a bit red. "Oh, Yamato... Well..." She hesitated, staring at her platform shoes. She adjusted her bangs and took a breath, "I'm flattered, but you shouldn't throw away a wonderful relationship for someone like me. Imagine us together and how toxic we would be! We would both be dead in a month... haha!"
Yamato closed his eyes. Yeah, probably. "S-Sorry..."
"I'm taken anyway... it's not perfect, but it is what it is. I do know something, though." Mimi leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his cheek. "What you and Jyou have is special. Love. No: true love... that soul binding, sacrificing, animal fucking kind of love I admire. Don't throw it away on a good time that will only last a little while and lose it's appeal when you have something that lasts a lifetime. Okay?"
"Fuck, I'm so stupid," Yamato huddled into himself, doubled over in the chair.
Mimi giggled at the distraught blonde, "You're going to have thoughts like that sometimes... it's just the price you pay for having a good relationship." She paused when the other's demeanor remained unchanged, "Oh, my, you're really torn up about this, aren't you, darling?"
Yamato made a groan and sat back up, tears in his eyes. "I've betrayed him by even considering it. The thought was just fleeting at first, and then..."
"No sleep," Mimi chuckled. "Blame it on no sleep."
"Mii..." Yamato sighed.
"Like I said, I bet Jyou's looked at plenty of other women."
Yamato smirked, "He only likes men."
"Men, then, whatever!" Mimi said, throwing her arms up with a smile. "But he's still with you. He let you come tonight even though you two promised that nothing would come between you two's time together, right? If that's not devotion..."
"Oh, fuck," Yamato whispered, wiping his eyes dry. "I shouldn't be here, should I, Mii?"
"No, you shouldn't. I'll cover for you. You need to get back home, sweetheart."
"...thank you. Thank you for everything."
"Sure," she said, giving a beautiful smile. "Now, get back to your better half before I have to find some glue and permenantly re-attatch you."
Yamato gave a somewhat weak smile and grabbed his jacket, then rushed out from the back room and to the arms of the one he loved.