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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 Ten

Tensions between Mimi and Taichi were still high when Sora arrived in the evening to check up on Yamato. She frowned at Taichi as he flipped through the channels in pursuit of something to watch; Mimi had gone out to pick up some Chinese food as she had been too agitated to cook again that night.

"Why do I even leave you two alone," she exclaimed as she dropped beside him on the couch. "One of these days I'm going to lock both of you in a room and see who comes out."

He grunted and shifted in his seat as she smirked. "Aren't you going to see Matt?"

"I was but than I decided I'd give you the honor of me keeping you company."

"I feel so special." He sighed as he noticed out of the corner of his eye as she curled into the couch, clearly not intending to move at the moment. It was very nice of her and at any other time he would have appreciated it but right now Yamato needed her more. "Just go see Matt, Sora. We all know that's why you keep visiting."

Color rose to her cheeks and she shook her head enthustiastcally. "No, it's not. I just happen to like spending time with my best friend I hardly ever get to see anymore."

"Right."

He dodged a slap and winked at her, sending her into quiet but powerful irritation. "I'm his manager. End of story. That's all I am to him and vice versa. If any other members of the band were sick I'd visit them too."

"Of course."

She narrowed her ruby eyes further at him and promptly rising from her position on the couch she strode towards the guest room. He chuckled quietly, congratulating himself on a job well done, as he thought it soon that Sora and Yamato would get their acts together. And if they ever needed help, well who was he to turn them away?

But as the door opened and Mimi, arms laden with purchased Chinese food, his courage dissipated into mist and it a great deal of his will to stop him from yelling at Sora to come back. Though he breathed a sigh of relief as Mimi's face softened in a way he had never glimpsed.

She stopped on her way to the kitchen, body tilted towards him, and took one, long deep breath. "It's hard for me to apologize to people and it's not something I usually do. So you better be grateful." She broke off, irritated, and continued, "Damn…just forget that last part. But…I am sorry, Taichi. I shouldn't have yelled like that."

"It's okay," he replied and ran a hand through his hair, not noticing he was only making it messier. "I shouldn't have been going through your things. I'm sorry too."

Her lips quirked up in a small, uncertain smile and he returned it while remembering the girl in the photo album who smiled so easily. For some reason unknown even to him, a pang of sadness resounded from his heart as he thought of the child Mimi who was most likely gone forever.

But he didn't care.

He didn't.

On the fifth day Yamato had made a full recovery though Sora being a mother hen was adamant that he rested a little more before he went back outside. The two bickered for close to two hours before they compromised: he'd spend a day recuperating and the next day he'd go to the record company with the rest of his band. He would've been grumpier about the result if Sora hadn't taken off work to spend a day at the apartment with the trio.

Taichi was left much to his own devices that day since his two friends were too occupied with each other to give him much mind and Mimi was out for the entire twenty-four hour period, and by Sora's expression of realizing her friend's absence he concluded that she had business of a romantic nature.

On the sixth and last day of Taichi's trip and Yamato had gone ahead to a meeting with the rest of the band that Sora would have been in if she hadn't full-heartedly disagreed with the blonde's choice to attend. "Don't come crying to me when you get sick again," she had muttered darkly.

So it was her, Taichi, Mimi, who had returned an hour after the rest of the household had woken up with messy hair and an air of satisfaction around her, and to their misfortune, Michael. She and Taichi sat side by side on the couch and sharing looks of consternation every so often as they were forced to chat with the actor. Mimi was busy typing on her laptop again, resuming work on her latest novel.

During a break in the conversation she glanced over her shoulder worriedly at her best friend. One of Mimi's best and worst traits, aside from her bluntness, was her habit of putting herself completely into whatever she did, which unfortunately made her neglectful to her health sometimes when she was writing a new manuscript.

"Oh Mimi," she mentally sighed. But a short moment later when the female brunette's gaze lifted from her computer screen to the man sitting beside Sora. The auburn haired woman followed her stare and couldn't fight back the urge to smile.

That and a strong desire to keep Michael from opening his mouth again, she swiveled in her seat and asked, "So Meems, were where you last night anyway?"

Mimi smirked and winked at the enquiry and Sora and Taichi bit back snickers as Michael trembled visibly. The band manger laughed, pretended not to notice Michael's murderous look, and exclaimed, "Again? God, Mimi, do you even know this guy's name?"

"Setsuna. And I'll be giving him a call if I'm interested."

Sora rolled her eyes to the heavens. "What does a man have to do to keep your attention for more than five seconds?"

Mimi actually appeared thoughtful and twirled a lock of honey around her finger. "Well he'd have to be good looking of course, people who say that appearance doesn't matter are all full of it. There has to be some chemistry of course." She stopped again, pondering, before going continuing. "He can't have huge muscles, I find them disgusting, but he has to look like he takes care of himself.

"I have to be able to talk to him and he has to have a backbone; he can't just follow me around like a love sick puppy. Sense of humor is important too oh and he has to like reading."

Taichi, whom had a book open on his lap at the time, closed it with a snap. He sat blinking as Mimi resumed typing and Michael fumed in his corner, glaring at the other man with the utmost contempt.

Sora was trying to keep herself from laughing at the situation.

It was all so amusing…

Author's Notes: That's it for now. Please read and review.