Title: Sora's Song

Chapter: 5

Author: Sacrifices-4-Luv

"So, do you promise you will be okay if I leave?"

I sat around on Mimi's couch with Nikki, recalling three days before. Yamato dropped me off at Mimi's house after receivng Hiro's call. Apparently, a major record company was going to arrive at the studio in about two hours from the time that Yama got the call, which caused a riot among the band members since they wanted to make a good impression. They wanted to prove that they were the responsible young artists. I understood why Yamato could not make memories with me at the time. However, I did find it quite odd that he had not called me in about seventy- two hours. Yama had not even attempted to talk to me.

Then again, I could not expect anything different, and I knew that. After all, Yamato was a musician, just like Hiro.

"Still no call, Sweetie?"

I glanced over toward the staircase to see Mimi in a green corset top under her solid black sleeveless vest and a pair of matching black trousers. It was only six in the morning and she was up. I could understand why I was up- insomnia could really keep me awake. But Mimi was someone that could sleep as long as someone would let her.

I smiled at Mimi and greeted her, "Good morning Meems. What are you doing up?"

Mimi stretched and released a yawn. "Well," she started, sounding abnormally proud of herself. "If you must know... I have a meeting with some photographers to discuss... my Marc Jacobs' photo shoot in a week!"

"Oh my gosh, Mimi!" I exclaimed. Mimi had always loved Marc Jacobs, but she never imagined that she would make it that far. She had always believed that her main focus would be on teeny- bop magazines and keeping herself strictly as a pop model. Realizing that she would be a Marc Jacobs model meant that she had made it big.

"I know!" Mimi squealed, rushing over to the couch. "So, I definitely can't wait because-"

"Woah, what is all of this commotion about?"

Mimi and I looked back over at the stair case and saw a half- naked Taichi that had just awoken from his beauty sleep. Everyone gets up early! I thought to myself.

I knew why Mimi decided to go out with Taichi. I had to admit that he had a very nice six- pack. He was very built and had major sex appeal, looking like he had just had sex the night before- which I could bet that he did. Mimi and Taichi were said to have the hottest relationship of the gang. I knew why- they were both very into sex appeal. Then again, they both had the looks for it.

"Well, we were just discussing your beautiful girlfriend's photo shoot coming up in a week..." I informed him, watching as he strolled over to Mimi's side. Mimi tossed me a look- one that right away told me to shut my mouth.

"What?" As soon as that slipped out of Taichi's mouth, I knew that I had gone too far. Once again, another one of my not- so- proud moments.

"Well, honey..." Mimi began, forcing a smile. "I didn't want to tell you right away..."

"But...?" Taichi asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"But... I am going to Paris in a week- for a Marc Jacobs' photo shoot!"

"Oh!"

I watched the shocked expression on his face transmute into a vacuous stare. Taichi was usually very predictable, yet confusing at the same time. His actions were generally easy to foretell- unless there was something major, which I guessed would be the present case.

Taichi got up and walked over to the kitchen. "Man, I am hungry. Are you guys hungry?"

Mimi had a look of great distress upon her face as she stared at the kitchen. "Sora..." she whispered as she drew herself slightly closer to me. "Could you go upstairs? Tai and I have to talk..."

I nodded and made my way up the stairs. I could hear Mimi tiptoe her way into the kitchen on her way to talk to him. They would fight, I knew it. What was even worse to me though was that I was the cause...

ooooooo

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed and ready to face the storm. I had not been downstairs in an hour- figured that I should keep my distance. After all, if I had mined my own business and stayed out of the conversation, I doubted that they would have fought over it. They probably would have just had a reasonable discussion about it.

I know it is all my fault... I thought to myself.

I sighed and examined my appearance. I decided to be lazy in my fashion sense: a white tank top with a random graffiti- like print and low- rise black flared yoga pants. I merely blowdried my hair, leaving it down. I was not in the mood to fix myself up at all, there was no point.

As I exited the bathroom, I heard the telephone ring. I rushed over to grab it and plopped on my bed. I looked at the caller I.D. Ishida, Yamato I read. I scoffed and left the phone on my bed. Despite the fact that I wanted to hear from him, I was not about to answer his first call. He was the first last person that I wanted to talk to.

As I walked back into the bathroom, I heard a knock on the door. It was a gentle knock- somewhat familiar. "Come in!" I called from the bathroom. As the door slowly opened up, I walked back to the main bedroom area and watched as a pouty Mimi waltzed in the door. Mimi walked over to the bed and sat down- I followed her and sat down of the bed next to her. "Meems, what is wrong?"

Mimi forced a smile, one of the superficial smiles that she had- like a closetful of skeletons. "He said that we need a break..."

I cocked an eyebrow. That did not sound like the old Taichi that I knew. Then again, the old Taichi was long gone. We all changed, some more than others though. "Taichi said that to you? Why?"

Mimi started to cry. I tried to hold her, but she pushed me away. She got up and walked out of my room. I, naturally, followed her. Mimi and I made our way out of my room and down the hall- the hall with the secluded room. "Follow me..." She said.

I did as ordered, walking onto the wooden floor of the room with her. At first, I was hesitant to go in there. It seemed like a room that would hold something valuable, but that was a mere foolish idea. There I was, allowing my sheer naivety to get the best of me.

The room was so much more than I could have ever imagined. It was extremely spacious. On one side, there was a wall made of windows. The rest of the walls were composed of mirrors. On one side with Windows, there was railing, something that one could have a hold on. It was practically a dance studio.

"Wow, Mimi. Care to explain?" I asked, staring in amazement at the wonder of a room.

Mimi smiled at me- a real smile. "Well, this is my room where I go to think. It is the room where- no matter what- all of my thoughts mesh and even though they do not make sense to the real world, they make sense to me, if only for a moment." Mimi always had a way of making the most and least sense. She and I were complete opposites, which was why she should not have made sense. However, I could relate to her in the smallest of ways. I never had a sister and neither did she, which was probably why we considered each other as sisters.

A smile crept on my face. "I know exactly what you mean..." I said, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Mimi began laughing insanely and fell to the floor. "Well then..." She said, standing up and walking over to a mirror. "I have to leave now. But when I get home for you, I will have quite the surprise for you." Mimi shot me a devious smile- one that I had not seen in a while. She did not devise any great schemes- not in the times that I had ever spent with her. However, I did not know her that well anymore. The Mimi that I knew from back then did not laugh insanely- did not cry over Taichi.

"Okay," I said, smiling whimsically back at her.

I walked Mimi out of the room, knowing that she had to leave soon. Today was going to be one of those days that she wished that she was dead, I knew that. I had to be there for her, watching her like a hawk. I was in her position before- many times over. It resulted in me coming back to the place that I had sworn off. I did not know what it would do to her. And the scariest part was that Taichi, her Hiro, was my best friend. He was the one that urged me to come to Mimi's.

We made our way downstairs, silently. She was wrapped up in her thoughts and I was engulfed in my own. There I was once again, caught up in the one person that I had never imagined. Another musician at that. I was really doing terrible for myself for swearing off all musicians.

Once Mimi was out the door and off her way to her interview, I went back into my room. I checked the phone for missed calls- only to see three from Yamato. He was really getting desperate. I thought to myself, smirking something awful. I set the phone back down, seeing that he was calling for a forth time. I chuckled to myself. I wanted him to sweat it out bad. It was probably devious and inconsiderate of me, but that was hardly and issue in my opinion.

I ran through a list of names in my head mentally that I wanted to hang out with. Nobody came to mind though. I wanted someone new- somebody that I never truly new. I smirked to myself. I knew exactly who to call.

ooooooooooooooo

I should have known better than to do anything with another friend. Hell, I did know better. I just did not care.

I had been in my hometown once again for about four straight days, almost a week. And since my homecoming, there was nothing that had been the least bit appealing to my tastes- just drama. I knew more than anyone my new best friend Joe would understand that. Therefore, when I called him up looking for someone to kick back with, he understood completely and was there as fast as he could be. Joe had been staying with someone for a while now, which was perfect because I was too. I figured that I would actually be staying there for at least another month or two- just until I get back on my feet, or close to it.

I was not sure if it was the vodka that I had consumed about half an hour before Joe arrived or my burning loneliness- maybe both. Somehow though, Joe seemed to be so much more attractive to me as we sat on the couch, watching Star Wars- his personal choice. I didn't care for the movie. Actually, watching a movie was the last thing on my mind. I turned my body around toward him and began making conversation. "So, Joe, do you want to go somewhere?"

Joe cocked an eyebrow at me, staring at me inquisitively. "Where?"

I crawled over to him, flashing a sexy smile. I suppose the vodka was too much for me, and personally, I could agree with it. "I don't care..." I whispered, crawling on top of him. Joe did not seem to mind it. Then again, he didn't endorse it either.

I pushed my subconscious mind aside as I felt my body hot on top of his, feeling our lips touch. It felt so good to be close to someone, so close that there was no distance. I was surprised at the intensity of his abs- rock hard six- pack. He was a lot more muscular than I recalled. His hair was messy as I rubbed my fingers through it. He smelled so good, like Tommy Hilfiger men's cologne. I loved the way that he felt by me. It was so good...

"Wait, Sora..." I felt myself being pushed off of him as he lifted himself up.

"Um, hi..." I said, scooting away from him. I straightened my hair and stared him in the eyes. "Hi, I am the girl that is throwing herself at you!" I tried to kiss him again, but he pushed me away again, jumping up from the couch.

Joe stared me down. "Sora, I know this is all wrong. You know it is, too. Why are you doing this?"

I bit my lip and avoided his stare. "Joe... I think that you need to leave." I said as I stood up, directing him to the door.

Joe's dark eyes burned with something other than desire. It was a mesh between anger, confusion, passion, and something else that I could not identify. Joe walked over to me and took my hand. "Look, Sora... You are a very beautiful girl, but I know about what happened with you and that one guy. I don't want to be the experiment."

I knew that what Joe was saying was completely accurate. If anything happened between us, he would not be something special- a temporary flame.

I knew that as well as he did. Joe put his hand on my shoulder and resumed his speech. "I have thought of you fondly countless number of times, but I don't want anything between us to happen like this. I think that you are blaming yourself for what happened between you and him- maybe you were too fast, too slow, too nice, too much. Don't..."

I sighed and pointed to the door. I knew that he was right about everything. That was what bugged me the most- knowing that he was right. He knew everything about me before I did.

I watched as Joe paced himself out the door, without looking back. I hoped that what I had done did not harm our friendship- I knew that it did though. I sighed and walked back into the kitchen, looking for Nikki. I just felt like laying down and going to sleep. I had gotten myself in too much trouble for the day.

As I walked into the kitchen, I started picking up the messes that I had made in the kitchen. I cleaned the dishes that I and Mimi had dirtied up during the morning, setting them back in the cabinet. I wiped off the counters, making sure they were clean. Next, I swept up the floors and made sure that all of the alcohol was put up. I did not want Mimi to come home to a dirty house. After al, I was the one that was invading her space.

Once I was finished in the kitchen, I straightened up the living room- folding blankets, vaccuuming, and picking up all of the clothes that were left on the floor from Mimi and Taichi. They deifinitely had an active relationship- that was one of the first things that I noticed about them.

"Nikki!" I called as I sat on the couch, peeping around the edges of the couch. It was a few more times that I called her name beore I got up from my seat and walked around to look for her. "Nikki!" I hollered once again, glancing up the stairs.

I looked down by my leg as I felt something rub up against me. I saw a small kitten beg for my attention. Picking Nikki up, I heard a sloppy knock- a familiarly sloppy knock. Once. Twice. Three times.

I walked over to the front door, feeling rather impatient. Whoever was at the door was extremely hasty. "I am coming!" The person continued to knock, without hesitation. I stormed over to the front door once Nikki was in my arms. "Hold on..."

I reached the door, but I was hesitant to answer. Looking through the peep hole, I saw Yamato. He did not seemed shocked or worried or hyped up on any given emotion. Instead, he just seemed like the regular Yama. I sighed and paused a moment before answering. With Yamato, I knew there would be drama- a load of drama.

I cracked the door slightly open, looking at him with expecting eyes. Yamato had looked just as attractive as last I saw him- dressed to kill in a pair of perfectly shaped blue jeans and a white collar long sleeve shirt with a green jacket. The sight of him did so much to me- lifted me up, brought me down. I could hardly stand the sight of him.

"Hello, Yama..." I said, feeling a smile creep upon my face.

"Let me in..."

I cocked an eyebrow. And just what was he doing coming to see me making demands? I tilted my head to the side, "Yama, I think that I have embarrassed myself enough. Why do you want to mock me more than I have already been mocked?"

Yama shook his head. "No, I just... I have to talk to you." There was still no expression in his body language, just a shaky edge in his voice.

I sighed, feeling the least bit of pity for him. Damn me... I thought to myself as I proceeded to open the door. I watched as Yama walked through the door, making his way over to the couch. Great, the couch. The last thing that I need. I recalled my previous embarrassment and remained standing up. After all, who would want to be humiliated again on the same day?

"What do you want Yama?" I asked, crossing my arms. I took note of how messy his hair was. I continued to imagine what he had done- probably more than me.

Yama sighed- one of those disappointed sighs. I knew what he came to see me about... I just did not think that he would have ever found out. It seemed as if Joe had become more of a blabbermouth than I thought. "I got a call from Kido..." Dear Joe... I thought to myself as Yamato continued talking.

I smiled sweetly- sickenly sweet. "What about?" I suppose I should not have played dumb.

"You know what it was about..." Yamato stood up and walked over to me, placing his hands on my hips. I pulled away, overwhelmed by the closeness. I walked into the kitchen to try and get away from him. Yamato followed me. "So, tell me... did he hurt you that bad?"

I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat. I laughed. "Yama, that is none of your business... Why don't you just go to the studio and ignore me some more..."

Yamato shook his head. "No, don't change the subject... You know that I was not trying to ignore you. I have been busy- especially with the record deal." His face turned dark as he scoffed.

"Yama..." I said, playing with my hair. I knew that being friends with him would be difficult after years of not talking, but with the added pressure of having him and Yama talking... it was terribly arduous. "I don't know how we can just be friends and act like nothing is wrong when you are associated with the very thing that led me to you- the very person that killed me inside. I don't know..."

Yama shook his head. "No, Sora... The only reason that this is complicated is because you are making it complicated. Look, Hiro is at the studio. He heard about the incident with Joe as well."

"Oh..." I said, making eye contact with him.

"Hiro wants to talk to you..."