- Chapter Two -

She had been feeling rather weak for almost the whole day now. She skipped school and decided to rest at home instead if going to the doctor's. Satoe, obviously, was worried sick for Mimi but unfortunately, she had to go out of town for the day to visit her sick mother who was living in Kyoto with her unwell father.

Mimi spent the day at home, still shedding tears each time Yamato came to mind. Everything in her house brought back memories of everything she and Yamato did and all their pictures together were displayed on the walls of her condo. The Tachikawas loved Yamato Ishida dearly, as if he was a son they never had. To Mimi's dismay, he had to leave her for his band.

The brunette just kept wandering around the house. Mimi wandered into the kitchen and started walking around the centre table of the kitchen. She stopped and sat on one of the high stools. She rested her elbows on the table, and then rested jaws on the palms of her hands. She started reminiscing.

Her parents were out for two weeks. Her father had a business trip and her mother decided to tag along. Both her parents depended on Yamato to take care of her during their absence and yes, he did a great job at it. This happened about a week after Mimi's birthday party.

The pair were cooking dinner for themselves. Their cuisine for the night — Indian food. Thankfully for Mimi, Yamato is a great cook since he cooks for his father and himself. Mimi had always wanted to try the Indian cuisine out of curiosity and the time had arrived.

While Yamato had his hands full by chopping the red onions, fresh chillis and garlic, Mimi watched him; the way he chopped the vegetables oh-so-finely, the way his hair strayed and the way his focus was on the cooking. Mimi would normally give a hundred percent focus on cooking but with Yamato around, she could barely focus. She wanted to play a part in this but she was doing very little things. Right now, all she wanted to do was hug him from behind.

And then it hit her. Maybe she should.

So, she did. She walked up to him without him knowing and wrapped her arms around his waist. Yamato stopped chopping the vegetables then. Her actions confused him.

"Meems?"

"Hm?" She closed her eyes as she rested her skull on his back, feeling extremely comfortable with her arms around his torso like that. She could feel the muscles at his midsection.

"What are you doing?" He asked, out of curiosity.

"Hugging you." She stated the obvious. "I just don't want to let you go."

Again, she stated another obvious statement. She didn't want him to leave Odaiba. She didn't want him to leave her. Mimi wanted Yamato all to hereslf for as long as she lives.

Yamato sighed, "Meems, I know you don't want me to leave," he said quietly. "But you know I have to. It's a great opportunity for my band."

"I know…" Mimi weeped in silence. "I just cannot accept the fact that you're leaving so soon…"

The blonde put the knife down and grabbed the girl's hands that were now touching his chest. He set himself loose from her hug and went over to the sink to wash his hands.

Silence took over but the sound of the running tap water killed it. Mimi wiped her tears and stood where she was. She leaned on the counter and continued to sob. Yamato watched as her tears kept falling. The boy turned the tap off and wiped his hands dry. He bit his inner cheek, the guilt inside him rising. He wished she could understand how much he didn't want to leave her. He loved her too much to actually leave her.

Yamato took one step forward at a time, slowly walking towards Mimi. He took her hand once he stood before her and she looked up into his sapphire blue eyes as he towered over her. It didn't take her long until she found herself lost in his eyes. The blonde tucked a stray hair behind her ear and leaned in closer to her. The tips of their noses touched and Mimi's heart started racing a million miles per second. He took her higher with every step he took…

Mimi stared at the marble flooring of the kitchen and continued to cry harder. She finally managed to gather enough courage to spin on her heel and walked into the living room, which was actually a bad idea.

The memory that happened in her living room, she carried it from that day until the present day. It was unforgettable. Whatever happened right there on the sofa was the most painful one. Mimi gasped for air each time she tried to breathe. She kept her eyes fixed onto the sofa as the memory flashed before her.

Yamato made the first move. After over a decade of their friendship, their lips finally met. The boy cupped her cheek with one hand and cradled the back of her head with the other. She gave in as the taste of his lips weakened her. With the hand that Yamato had used to cradle Mimi's head, maneuvered down to her neck, then further down to her chest. She let out a small moan the moment he touched her there.

The boy pulled away from the kiss and his lips moved to the side of the girl's face, deciding to turn her on a little more. He began nibbling her ear and she gasped. Mimi ran a hand through Yamato's thick man and by doing so, it drove him nuts. With her other available hand, it went under his shirt and her fingers lingered on the bare skin of his back. With their bodies so close together, it turned Yamato on.

But he pulled away from her and started gasping for air again. They stared into each other's eyes for ten solid seconds, until Mimi decided to look away. She was upset that he stopped when they were having such an intimate moment right there in her kitchen.

"Mimi… I'm sorry," Yamato muttered.

She shook her head. "Don't be," she whispered back.

"I shouldn't have done that…"

"No."

Yamato froze at Mimi's response. "No?"

"I have a confession to make," Mimi told Yamato. "I've been waiting for this moment to happen."

The boy stood there, a distance away from her and stared at her with his mouth open. He was speechless.

Mimi continued, "I've always wanted you to be my first. And hopefully, my last."

Yamato rubbed the back of his beck. "But Mimi, we're best friends. Not a couple."

"I know we aren't a couple."

"And we're not the kind of friends that 'has benefits'… No, wait…"

Mimi sighed, then decided to leave the kitchen as she wanted some time alone but Yamato chased after her. Just as she left the kitchen for the living room, Yamato grabbed her hand and she turned around.

"Meems, please don't be like this."

His eyes begged her to not behave in this manner but she couldn't help herself. At that point, Mimi wished she hadn't said anything but if she didn't, she'd keep it all bottled up inside and she'd suffocate because of it.

"Mimi…"

Before Mimi could utter anything else, Yamato pulled her into another kiss on the lips. She wanted to pull away but once their lips met, Mimi became helpless. While they kissed, Yamato carried Mimi and laid her down on the sofa. With Yamato on top, it would be easy for Mimi (according to her). She started undoing his belt while he started pulling up her top.

Thankfully for Yamato, Mimi was wearing a mini skirt so he pulled away from the kiss and started pulling down her skirt. Once his belt was undone, he proceeded to unzip his pants and took it off, as well as his t-shirt. He was then left with his boxers.

Mimi laid down on her couch and continued to weep.

- End of Chapter Two -