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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 Three

Taichi loved his family, they were all extremely close, and he would never trade them for anyone else in the world but God! Sometimes their eccentricities drove him to the edge of his sanity.

Like for example, standing outside a pizza shop on their ritual Thursday family dinner, trying to stuff food down his face alongside his father and sister, just to avoid having to stomach his mother's 'cooking'. And as usual, during their weekly wolfing down of fast food, he asked why they couldn't just tell the woman she was a horrible cook, which was a gross understatement.

To which his father, Yagami Susumu, would dutifully reply, "Because I love and respect your mother far too much."

So as usual the trio finished their meal and planned the time intervals between each one arriving at the apartment so Yagami Yuuko would never suspect their plot. First Yagami Hikari would show up at the door, followed ten minutes later by Taichi, and finally twenty minutes later by Susumu.

Mrs. Yagami would greet each in her affectionate cheerfulness, never suspecting their ulterior motives, and hastily bringing out whatever concoction she had deemed edible, though many, especially the board of health, would denounce her food as deathly poison. The rest of the family than spent the duration of the dinner, smiling and pretending to eat, while all the while they were discreetly scraping their food of the plates and into either Miko's, the cat's, dish or into the garbage (since Miko usually bolted around the home if someone gave her anything Mrs. Yagami cooked).

Though Taichi always enjoyed the weekly family dinner, he found himself deeply irritated by the also usual lecture by his mother to himself and Hikari. The subject in question was one broached upon since the dawn of time-or at least since the idea of relationships came into existence-given by mothers to their children.

Marriage.

"You're both old enough by now," she started, "and it's not like either of your are bad looking…I just don't understand it! Neither of you are even dating anyone!"

Taichi rolled his eyes. "Mom-,"

"I thought at least Hikari would be married by now! She and that friend of yours, Daisuke, used to be very close!"

Taichi felt rather than saw his twenty-one year old sister tense up at that last remark. Hikari was rather pretty with just below shoulder length light brown hair, soft pale skin, deep chocolate eyes, and a delicate almost bird like build. Back in school she had been very popular not just for her looks but also because of her sweet, patient temper.

She had quite a few boyfriends over the years, to Taichi's great trepidation, but her longest relationship had been with Motomiya Daisuke. Daisuke had greatly liked Hikari and he wasn't discreet about his feelings (not that he was discreet about anything), but at first it hadn't the prospects weren't very promising.

It actually appeared more likely that she and Yamato's brother Takeru would be a couple, and the two were more supported than she and Daisuke. But surprisingly she had turned down Takeru as she only viewed their relationship to be that of a brother and sister and had went out with Daisuke. They had worked well together her more serious disposition complementing his light hearted one and they had lasted for almost five years.

But than out of the blue one day they had broken up. Taichi and the others were never sure why and neither would tell them why they ended. And now even though they were still friendly and civil to each other, they didn't go out of their way to spend time with one another. Though let it be stated that they both had a few relationships after theirs, those romances always seemed to fizzle out into nothing.

Susumu had noticed his daughter's reaction while his wife continued her torrent and interrupted, "They're both still young, Yuuko. They have plenty of time to settle down."

"I'm not saying they don't! I only want them to be as happy as we are! I don't see how that's a crime!"

Taichi rolled his eyes once again as this was the cue his parents took to engage in a sickly sweet love fest. He met his sister's gaze and they both suppressed smirks; Susumu had come from a strong upper class family while Yuuko had been born into a poor lower class family. They had met at Tokyo University; he had gotten in because of his family's history with the school while she had gotten a full ride due to a scholarship. He had been late to a class, which fatefully she had also been tardy too, and they had very literally run into each other. Their mother had liked to call it love at first sight while their father, the much less romantic of the couple, had attributed it to attraction which only developed into love after a certain amount of time.

And now here they were.

He was not getting married, he decided as he fought the urge to gag at the cavity inducing scene.

Friday night found him in front of the bathroom mirror inspecting his appearance for the party later on. He had picked out a navy tee shirt with a gold star on the center, light blue jeans, and black socks; he would complete the look with his leather jacket and black boots. His hair stuck up wildly whatever he attempted to do with it, though as countless women had told him they liked his hair that way it didn't bother him too much. With one last look at his reflection he strode into the living room where Yamato, Jyou, Daisuke, and Takeru were waiting for him.

"Damn. I thought Yamato took forever," muttered the younger blonde as he subsequently dodged a slap from his elder brother. He wore a white Polo shirt, khaki pants, and a pair of black sneakers that resembled dress shoes.

Daisuke wore a royal blue button up shirt over a white wife beater, black jeans lined with red and black and white sneakers. Jyou and Yamato were dressed exactly as they usually were as the elder blonde had a grunge rock star look to keep up and the other just didn't really care what he looked like and wore what he was comfortable in. The only thing different about either one of them was that Yamato was wearing whatever cologne or body spray that gave him a vanilla scent and Jyou had abandoned his camera for once.

"Let's go already! We're going to be late!"

"Yeah, Yamato doesn't want to keep Sora waiting any longer than he has to, right?"

"Shut up!"

Rock is not Dead Inc., the record label Yamato worked for, was as its name implied solely focused on rock/alternative/metal/emo and whatever else that fell into a similar category. The main room was large enough to fit two of their lofts inside and was packed full of party goers. A banner with the Wolves' name and logo stitched into it hung over the door and a long table covered by a white cloth was in the middle of the room, laden with various beverages and snacks. Music was playing from a stereo system and people had clustered into individual groups, talking animatedly to each other.

"Damn, she's not here. You don't think she has a date do you?" questioned Yamato worriedly. Taichi blinked in surprise; he had never heard that level of concern in his best friend's voice about a woman before. Maybe he really was in love with her…

As though to alleviate his concerns the doors opened soon after behind them and they, and most of the small number of party guests, turned to look as Sora and two other people, a young man and woman, entered in. Yamato's gaze was quickly captured by the vision of Sora dressed simply in a black coat, a red shirt with a scooped neckline, a black skirt just skimming to her knees, and black Mary Janes. She wore very little makeup just the way he liked it, though she probably had no idea about his feelings about that.

On the left was the young man. He was handsome with short, curly blonde hair, very pale skin, watery blue eyes, and a tall slender form. He wore a silk green dress shirt, black dress pants, and a pair of black shoes that were polished so thoroughly that Taichi could see his reflection in them. Seemingly friendly enough, he smiled revealing a set of perfect pearly white teeth, and shook his head at something that only other woman besides Sora in their group said.

Taichi had a hard time looking away from the woman standing in between Sora and the blonde man. She was gorgeous with long, almost waist length, wavy honey colored hair, skin a shade of crème, expressive cinnamon eyes, and a deceptively delicate build. He could tell, even from ten feet away, that she was not someone to be taken lightly. She wore an expensive looking black dress that barely went past her thighs, skin colored panty hose, and Nine West heeled shoes that matched her dress. Lilac eye shadow accented her eyes and her pink lipstick matched the eye makeup perfectly.

She must have felt his stare because suddenly she was looking right at him.

He smiled.

For a second she looked like she might smile back, fought the urge, and turned instead to speak to Sora.

He shook his head with a frown and willed himself not to be upset.

Right...

Author's Notes: That's all for now. There'll be more of Mimi in the next chapter, don't worry. Please read and review.