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When they say you're
Not that strong
Well you're not that weak
It's not your fault
When you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
There's nothing left to prove
Nothing I won't do
Nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here
-"Not Enough," Our Lady Peace

Not Enough
Chapter Two

Yagami Taichi was not happy with his job.

Okay that was a bit of an understatement. To be entirely truthful Taichi hated his work as the Capulets hated the Montagues, as the sun hated the moon, or, or as the Jedi hated the Sith. He worked as an editor of a publishing office and he found it to be some of the most tedious and boring task he had ever done; he couldn't eve begin to illustrate the pain he felt checking people's horrible grammar and spelling or cutting parts out. It was his dream come true…

And it didn't help that his friends all were doing what they loved for a living and to add insult to injury their jobs were so much cooler than his. Jyou worked as a director for an indie film company doing mostly documentaries that Taichi took little interest in but had recently been assigned to a twisted version of the tale of Sleeping Beauty that the brunette could already tell would bring in crowds. Yamato was the front man of a band called the Wolves that had been picked up right after college and had gained a huge following in two years. Takeru who shared in his elder brother's good looks had been hired as an Abercrombie and Fitch model after walking into a store. Daisuke worked at a Starbucks most of the time but spent a lot of time going to auditions and had gotten parts in a few plays and two guest appearances on some soap opera.

And everyday as he sat hunched over a manuscript of some kind in his dingy little office he was glad that none of his close friends, except Yamato, from high school or college could see him now. In school he had been the soccer star, gotten a scholarship to his University for his abilities, and had been expected by everyone to carry on playing it as a career. Yet one day in his first year at University he had been sitting in a Literature class he had been forced to take, he realized that was not the path he wanted to take in life.

He loved soccer with every fiber of his being, still did, but he didn't want to play it forever because that would make it work. Besides he wouldn't be able to play sports for the rest of his life, he could get hurt, so he needed to have some other kind of skill.

Surprisingly he had been drawn to literature, taking courses as well in creative writing and editing, and wanted to do something with it. While he found he loved to lose himself in a good story he had no particular talent for writing them and had actually wanted to open his own bookstore after school. But unluckily he had yet to make his dream come true and was forced to take this job.

He sighed, rolling up the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt, and opened the latest manuscript in a somewhat curious manner. Unusually he knew hardly anything of this storyline other than that it was a fantasy story and it was a continuation of a previous novel, and that it was written by a woman named Tachikawa Mimi.

The next thing he knew he had fallen completely in love with the plot; it was a dark, modern fairy tale that even with the fighting and bloodshed it was a love story at its heart. It focused on Meredith a faerie princess of the Unseelie court and a man named Thomas, a seemingly normal human drawn into the magical world. And to further his joy there were hardly any grammar or spelling mistakes and the plot flowed beautifully.

He eventually put it down, making a promise to himself to buy the first book of the series on his way home.

At five o'clock sharp Taichi had gotten off the subway and was strolling down the street his apartment building was located on, with the newly purchased book under his arm, and his black jacket open. His stomach was rumbling and he thought about the pizza he would be ordering that night since it was his turn to choose which restaurant they ordered from.

He had made it inside the building, had discovered the elevator was out of order again-insert colorful swear word here-and had ascended the stair case when he had been almost knocked down by a blur of auburn. As he turned around to inspect who or what had knocked him down he was confronted with the apologetic, albeit irritated, face of a beautiful young woman.

She was about his age and about two or three inches shorter than himself, making her about five-foot six. Her shiny auburn hair just fell to her shoulders and curled slightly at the ends and framed her lovely oval face nicely. She had tan skin that appeared completely natural and deep ruby eyes that were so warm one could find themselves drowning in them. He guessed she was athletic since her body was tone and fit.

She wore a black leather jacket over a soft red shirt with a plunging neckline and unknowingly giving him a good view of her cleavage from his position. A pewter cross had popped out from inside her shirt as she had stomped down the stairs and she wore a black skirt that skimmed over her knees. Her black leather boots reached up to a few inches below her knees and added another inch to her height.

"Sorry," she muttered with a dark look and was probably about to say more to this extent when Yamato appeared from behind him. She glared at the blonde and spat with venom, "I can let myself out, thank you."

"I'd like to escort you to the door, milady."

"Get used to disappointment, Yamato."

"That coldness wounds me," his best friend gasped in an overly dramatic voice. "I thought I meant something to you, Sora!"

Taichi sighed sadly as his chances of asking the mystery woman out went up in flames around him. This was Takenouchi Sora the girl of his closest friend's dreams and he would never hurt Yamato that way.

Sora frowned at him. "I'm your manager. Not your girlfriend!"

"Your loss."

Taichi fought off the strong urge to roll his eyes as Sora arched on long, elegant eyebrow. Yamato always had to come off sounding either cold or arrogant whenever he wanted to appear eligible to some woman; it worked mostly, because the women usually felt it gave him an air of mystery, but there were several who felt the need to knock his ego down a few notches.

But to his surprise the fiery young woman was attempting not to smile. She extended her slender arm out and Yamato slipped his own into hers, a smirk turning upwards on his lips. "So you are going to let me walk you to your door…"

"It'll be your honor."

"You're good."

Five minutes later Taichi had changed into a navy tee shirt with a gold star on the center and a pair of long jean shorts. He was sitting on the couch watching a rerun of The Simpsons and waiting for that blasted pizza to come. Yamato sat opposite him on a reclining chair, tuning his precious guitar, and Jyou was sitting at the kitchen table looking over the movie script. Neither Daisuke nor Takeru had returned home yet.

"You're still coming to the party on Saturday, right?"

"What party?"

Yamato rolled his eyes. "The one for my band's newest CD, remember? Or is your hair blocking your brain again?"

"Fuck you!"

The blonde was about to reply when the door slammed open to reveal a fuming Daisuke still dressed in his Starbucks uniform. "God dammit! Starbucks is like a fucking cancer! It starts in one place and then it spreads until its freaking everywhere!"

Sometimes Taichi wondered if his life was an anime.

Author's Notes: That's all for now. Mimi should be in the story in a chapter or two, don't worry. Please read and review.