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Finally, I have updated. Life is so ironic, you know. Just when I have so many things to write already for my fic, school works just get on the way. Yet, when I'm not busy, I can't even think of what to write anymore. Hmm. Btw, M M Forever, your review made me laugh. Thanks. Enjoy!

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Ninth Life

5. Always Left Wanting More

By

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••Mimi••

The rhythmic thumping and beating of my heart was all I can hear. And the sight before me was utterly panicking and shocking.

The infuriated wolf, probably a Siberian husky- as I studied its features- was on top of the guy, snarling at him. Its razor sharp teeth were glinting in the dark, and his growl was threatening. Its eyes never averted; they just glared at him as if looks could kill, as if he could die at the mere sight of the wolf's dangerous dirty look. Then, it leaped backward as the man fought to get up from the creature's control. Both guys hurriedly scrammed and ran from us.

I was dumbstruck; and before I could get to my senses the dog sprinted away from my presence. The thing that I loathe so much had saved me in some unnatural way. Could things get weirder?

Still, it doesn't change my judgment about those dogs.

I kept on walking, hoping I wouldn't encounter another unwanted incident. My head was still pounding because of the unsteadiness I got from drinking alcohol. I wish it would stop. I wanted to lie down.

Unexpectedly, someone grabbed me by the arm and I flinched. My heart reacted hyperactively, scared of who this would be. I turned to my back only to find Yamato. His expression was serious, thoughtful, angry and upset all at the same time.

I was confused at his reactions. What did I do? Thinking made my mind sore. So I didn't wonder anymore. I just waited for him to say something not bothering to speak the first word.

"I told you not to go off alone," his voice was firm, eyes fixed straightly at me.

Now I remember.

"I just went out for some air," I defended.

"And you didn't tell Sora or Tai," he accused.

"I forgot."

"You forgot?" his voice was questioning now. "Do you not know what you could get yourself into? Especially this time of night considering what you're wearing?" Anger was beginning to boil in him.

I didn't have in me to argue. My head stung more than it had knowing he was furious with me.

"Please not now," I begged shutting my eyes.

He let out an exasperated sigh and dragged me towards his car.

"Can't you take full responsibilities of your actions? Do I have to always make sure you're not doing anything stupid?" he let me in his car and walked around to the driver's seat.

"I'm not telling you to guard my every move," I shot back without looking at him.

"So you'd rather let me leave you alone?" he started the engine.

"No," I whispered. I'd rather have him here with me everyday.

The conversation ended there. He hasn't spoken anything and I was too lightheaded to start talking.

The trip was silent. I didn't have it me to speak or to look at him.

Soon, the car stopped and I saw my house when I examined the outside surroundings. I carefully touched the handle and opened the door. As I got out, I knew he wasn't going to walk me to the doorstep like the last time. So, I only thanked him and shut the door.

I walked inside the dark not bothering to open the lights. My sight was hazy but still, I could see clearly like a human being.

When I got to my bedroom, my stomach felt ill. I hurriedly went to the bathroom clutching my belly. And as soon as I reached the toilet, I threw up. Dammit.

I was holding up my hair, breathing heavily to the painful twist in my stomach. I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth heavily making sure that my mouth doesn't smell. Even so, it doesn't help having the headache still there.

I stepped out of the bathroom and stopped on my tracks when I noticed Yamato leaning on the doorframe of my room. My eyes narrowed at the sight of him.

"I thought I smelled something," he said casually. The appearance of his face was just like before. Hard, cold, and serious. "Did you vomit?"

"You heard me throw up? Yeah I did. So there's nothing to worry about now," I snapped grabbing new sleeping garments from the closet.

"I thought so," he whispered. I went in the bathroom again and changed, not bothering to close the door since he won't see me anyway. There was a slight moment of silence before I spoke again.

"You can go home. Besides, I'm going to bed. And you're supposed to be angry at me remember?" I said out aloud putting my used clothes in the hamper and stepped out wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt.

He didn't move from his spot, but raised an eyebrow toward me having the same face as before. And I swear to all gods and angels, he looked so sexy even if he's frustrated. Damn. The look on his face caught me off guard. The curve of his eyebrow was a tease. The headache magically vanished and replaced by some hypnotizing masculine appeal. I don't even know why I'm so pissed at him right now even for all the while I've been wanting him and marveling over his gorgeous being.

He walked over to me with a wide grin on his face, and I was abruptly surprised at the instant change of his reactions. Moments ago he was annoyed at me and then all of a sudden, he was smirking like the devil. The most heart-breaking super hot and sexy devil.

The space between us was close, millimeters apart and I was lifting up my head just to gaze at him. Slowly, he took hold of my waist and lifted me up, placing me on my study table so I was sitting in equal eye level with him. My knees were in between his ribs and his hands were still on my waist.

I stared at him quizzically, wondering what had entered his head; he let out a small laugh, making me bemused. I scowled at him and pouted, crossing my arms on my chest and uttered a 'hmph.'

"Someone's being hot-headedly bratty tonight," he breathed letting out warm delicious air from his mouth, in his low and seductive voice. I wanted to lean and taste his breathe. Badly.

I lost my words at the release of his desirably sensual actions and found myself tempted. He was teasing me and I was drowned in it. But the term 'bratty' held me back and I frowned at him.

"Bratty?" I murmured in a wounded expression and chewed my lips.

He smirked at me and slid his hands from my waist down to my thighs and lightly slapped it. He chuckled at my pained expression.

"Don't worry. You're not a brat," he smiled. "Just a bad and naughtily misbehaved girl- making me do things I shouldn't do."

I beamed at this. I moved my hands from my side and placed them on top of his on my lap, gently rubbing them. He leaned in nearer and I could feel myself practically going limp at the mere look of his brilliant sapphire eyes.

I traced my fingers on his arms and drew lazy circles as I gazed upon the most wonderful creature in the world.

"Hmm," I stared at his lips and up his eyes.

He pushed himself closer, glided his nose on my throat and up to my jaw leaving hot burning trails in my skin. Then he pulled away.

"Your mere presence is leading me to crime- doing the things I shouldn't do," he said. "But I like them- liking how you're the most delicious sin I commited."

I never knew he could be a bad boy too.

He bent himself forward to me and pressed his lips securely but softly on mine. I kissed him back, knowing I've always wanted to try it with him. The slow movement of our lips made me ecstatic, thrilled, and euphoric that my toes curled in delight and my hands clutched tight on his strong arms. It was like hundreds of colorful fireworks were exploding all at the same time. It only lasted a few seconds, and yet, touch of his lips made me hungry, craving for more. The kiss was chaste, nothing too rough.

He leaned back and watched me. And then his expression was amused. "You taste like alcohol."

I bit my lips. "Oops."

A frown formed in his face. "I should go," he announced bitterly. Something was telling me that he wanted to stay, but somehow, he shouldn't.

"No, don't. Not yet," I hurriedly said, grabbing him to me and kissed him again with full force. I crushed my lips down to his enthusiastically, with all my will and strength, afraid that I won't have the chance again. Yet, he was gentle, hesitant. He didn't respond as strongly as I did which made my heart sink into a bottomless pit. His arms circled back to my waist and I cupped my hands into his face, holding him steady. I carefully slid my tongue to his mouth, and he reflexively pulled away.

I was stung. I bowed my head, not wanting to look at him and show how much pain would be seen on my face. He doesn't realize the hurt that inflicted me with his response.

"Meems please. Don't tempt me too much. Not like this."

I didn't dare speak nor lifted my head to see his eyes. Then, he heaved a sigh.

"Don't go out tonight. I mean it," he warned and touched my forehead with his lips.

He turned his back on me and headed to the door with his hands on his pocket keeping it to himself. He went out and closed it without saying another word, and I was left again to myself- always wanting more.

••Yamato••

When I got home, it was no surprise that my bandmates were already in the living room with the TV on, alcohol and food on the table. They were invading my house again; and if I join them, I'd be most likely to end up wasted.

I refused the chance of having to drink. So I settled on the couch and watched the currently running show on HBO.

"Yo Matt," Ryo called. "Where'd you go after the gig? You suddenly went missing."

I turned to him and replied, "I couldn't find Mimi. I went looking for her."

"Dude! You're actually going after a girl?" he exclaimed with full enthusiasm.

"And not just a girl. He's going after Mimi Tachikawa," Seiji added with a laugh.

"Damn dude. You have a killer of a taste. Trying to seduce the newbie," Ryo commented taking a gulp of beer.

There they go again. The one thing I want to avoid was their stupid mocks and jokes involving me. I'm giving them their way too much- letting them drink in my place and make fun of me.

I ran my hands through my hair.

"So, is she your girlfriend already?" Nate asked.

"No."

"You're saying you're busted?" Ryo insultingly beamed. "If you are, I might give a shot with her."

The words he said made me fly my head towards him and shot lethal glares at him as mere reflex action, nothing personal.

"Woah. Take it easy. I wasn't planning a competition," he hurriedly defended.

"Sorry man. But no, I'm not busted. I told her I'll take it slow."

"You're making her wait? Man, guys do the waiting, not them. You're not being a gentleman. If I were you, I'd take all the chances I have and hurry," he told me and I looked at him with a straight face. "Not that I'll take chances with her."

"Oh c'mon Matt. He's not planning to covet your girl. We know she's yours already," Seiji assured. "The guy's drunk."

"Look who's talking," Nate stated as he watched Seiji took the bottle of drink.

Having a conversation with them was useless. Ryo and Seiji were drunk, and later, Nate would be too. I got up from the couch and headed towards the door.

"Don't you wanna sip a couple of bottles?" Seiji called.

"Be right back later," I waved my hand from behind and walked out closing the door.

Then I shape-shifted. It's been nights that I haven't had a good night sleep and I always end up wandering with four legs. This time, I wanted to escape the senselessness of my bandmates. But everytime I'm alone, the only thing that creeps into my mind is her. A while ago in the room, the topic was her. And then this time, she suddenly surfaces in my head filling in the space. There's no time in the world that I couldn't forget her.

I roamed around the boulevard alone, breathing in cool air as I cleared my mind. It was hard enough to let myself stay close to her, let alone when she'd find out half of what I am. Do I always have to be the responsible one? Thinking first of what might happen if I let my feelings continue to overpower me? The thought of staying away from her is the most heart- stabbing stomach kicking suicidal thing that I would ever feel. My helpless addiction for her was growing intense; and now, it's beyond difficult to evade. The way she kissed me back was desperately shouting at me to just stay and go further, but it isn't supposed to be like that. It would be smarter to stop before I could do something we'd both regret. Her lips were just remarkably soft as a feather, fragile as glass, yet so sexy that it burned in my mouth, ached in my lips to touch and feel it again. Every single day, I go to school and get badly knocked out by the heavy smell of her sweet delicate natural scent, overwhelmed by the blinding color of her striking caramel eyes, and tortured by the most beautiful lips and cheery clinging voice of hers- like silver bells in the winter. And the thing is, I never get tired of it. Always and forever will she make me mesmerized by every simple little thing she does.

These notions made me want to climb up the highest peak and howl. Howl out to the world my extreme desires for her; and partly howl in sadness of how we're too different to be together, and that in one way or another, a day will come she'll indisputable hate me with all her life. No matter how many lives her being, cats or she has.

My train of thoughts was swiftly interrupted and something took me by surprise that it made me twitch my ears and stick my nose up to the air. The smell. Her scent. It was there. Mimi's familiar feminine lavender smell was filling up the air. I can sense that it was farther away because it was faint. I sniffed the space above me and without a doubt, it was hers- her perfumed luscious fragrance that hit me hard like a bullet.

I quickly shifted back to human, still inhaling the aroma. It was getting stronger and closer. I waited for her to appear as I listened intently to the sounds. When the smell came in its fullest, only a few feet apart, I came to notice the shadow. And in full view, it wasn't Mimi.

But a cat. A small feline with chestnut fur, much like Mimi's hair, and a pair of radiant piercing hazel eyes, was standing three feet from me. I looked down to it as it stared up at me. It licked its mouth and nose with its little pink tongue, and it reminded me of Mimi in her room a while ago.

I can't believe it. I told her not to go out at night, yet she refused. Maybe not in her human form, but she didn't do what I told her to do. Disbelief and irritation flowed over me. Why can't she just follow what I ordered her to do? She's always so stubborn, wanting to get everything her way. Even if it's stupid and insane.

My eyebrows knitted at the thought of her disobedience. The little creature had seen my face and walked over to my ankle, circling around it. It rubbed its side against my feet and gave me shivers down to spine. Even the little thing could give me quivers of ecstasy.

I ran my hands through my hair and walked back home with the cat following my trail. It strolled beside me as I kept my eyes on the road. Along the way, it kept on meowing and purring.

When I arrived, I left the cat sitting and staring by the open doorway as it watched me fix the living room. My bandmates were all snoring in the couch, some pillows were on the floor, bottles of beer and food were scattered in the table, and the TV was left on. I was picking up the pillows when I noticed the cat inside, licking the spilled beer on the table.

Damn, does she know how to drink even when she's like that. She already puked and still she continues to drink. She is so reckless and pigheaded.

I deliberately scooped the little feline on my hands away from the drink and put it down on the floor. I took it outside my house and left it there.

She should go home now. I wanted her to. I want her to get some rest and enough sleep and not go wandering around at night like some stray cat even though she is.

I closed all the lights and checked outside to see if she left. And she did. I quickly went outdoor and then shifted, following her scent if she got home.

The sound of her paw steps was audible in my ears as I silently followed her behind, farther away so she couldn't see or sense my presence. I heard her enter her house and shifted.

I stayed outside her residence and climbed up the neighbor's roof so I could see her in her room. Again, the pictures of the previous event in that particular room sent me the need and thirst to do it again. Everything about her invites me in. It felt like I was a perverted stalker watching her every move.

She went to bed and I carefully went down from the rooftop. I settled on the doormat and rested there, not bothering to go back and sleep on my bed.

Somewhere in her doze, I heard her mutter 'stupid dogs'.

What did we ever do to her?

Amazing how she can like and hate me both, all at the same time.

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Thank you for reading, and please do review. No reviews, no update. It's a threat, aight? Lolz. Anyway, I might take longer for my 6th chapter since I won't be facing the computer for 5 days. So, have patience with me. Oh, and before I forget, Paola (slash) Paochicute! Please Update your fic. I want to read. Bad! Till then, I'm out. Ciao!