Oh, my! This was incredibly long for me. A little over 3,000 words. I'm pretty proud.

Anyway the true resolution to this story remains unknown even to me. I'll decide eventually, but for now, it's just a mountain with no flat line resolution. This slightly upsets me since I'm usually not so fickle about endings. Normally I'm dead on about how I want a story to come out, but this one is just a big fat blur. Ah well. Now I have two awesome things to work on this summer, eh?

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Lots of love.

chapter one


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A grin formed across his features as he waved at her. Her light brown hair was bouncing everywhere and puffs of steam escaped her open mouth as she ran towards him.

"Late again, I see. You're lucky you're too cute to be mad at," he chided.

"You… should… shut up, Yamato," she managed between breaths.

"And where's the fun in that? I dunno, Mimi, I think you need someone to tease you now and then. Keeps you humble and the entire world knows how great a feat that is." His grin had not faltered.

"You're too cheeky for your own good. I swear that mouth of yours is the damnation of your good looks."

"Then why are you here?" He quirked his eyebrows.

"Hmph, you're just lucky too. Consider yourself privileged that I even made the effort to show up."

"Are you two at it again?" Taichi called from a distance. A very bundled Sora smiled from behind him.

"All in good fun my friend," Yamato replied.

"For you. I was being completely serious." Mimi turned to one direction on her heel, eyes closed and nose in the air.

"How serious are you about this!" Yamato proceeded to tickle his girlfriend at the waist. She nearly fell over from shock and laughter, but he managed to support her.

"Ahahahahaha, you're so dumb," she said as he hugged her tightly. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Hey, now, that wasn't very nice. Would you like to go for another round?" His hands poked dangerously at her sides.

"NO!" she yelled quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"For your sake, I hope so."

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm kind of in the mood for a movie!" Sora piped.

"Oh, that's right. In all the excitement, I totally forgot. Let's go!" Mimi grabbed Yamato's hand and pulled him into the theater.

Taichi and Sora trailed behind.

"Those two… I hope we're invited to the wedding, eh, Sora?" Taichi whispered to her. Mimi was talking Yamato's ear off again.

"That would be nice. It's so obvious they'll be together forever," she said with a nod. If any two people were perfect together, it was Mimi and Yamato. Sora thought of them as her favorite couple, besides her and Taichi of course.

The two couples sat down near the back in front of the large screen, Taichi and Sora with candy and ice cream, while Yamato and Mimi shared a large bucket of popcorn and an extra large soda.

"Even with all those antics you guys displayed outside, we still managed to arrive early!" Taichi commented.

"Yeah, thanks for picking on me for nothing, Yamato!" Mimi gave him an offended look.

"Forty minutes 'early', as you say, is late in my book." He shrugged back.

"Pff, I wouldn't touch that book if my life depended on it."

"Wanna say that again, dearest?"

"You heard me."

"Oh, but I do dare you to insult me once more."

"Whadda masochist."

"Very complimentary to your sadistic personality, no?"

"Why I oughta!"

"Okay, enough, I think we all get the point. Mimi is a bully and Yamato is a weakling." Taichi grinned and Sora coughed back a laugh.

"I say we tag team him," Mimi said to Yamato.

"I say I get the first shot." He rolled up his sleeves and bent over the seat to get at his best friend.

"I say my boyfriend stays in one piece, thanks!" Sora told them both.

After that, they all settled down into much nicer conversations and eating of traditional theater junk foods.

"Do you remember how we all ended up like this?" Taichi wondered.

"Well, if you could be more specific, I'm sure my brain would have no trouble following," Yamato replied.

"You know, me with Sora and you and Mimi." He nodded towards the girls who were chatting on the other side of Yamato.

"God, how could I forget? All that blood brothers nonsense."

"Gotta hand it to Koushiro."

"Are you kidding me? I don't know why we ever picked him in the first place."

"Because Iori wouldn't have done it, Miyako has a big mouth, we really didn't want to involve Takeru or Hikari for obvious reasons, Daisuke we for sure would have expected all that from, Jou is too frilly, and Ken is…well, Ken."

"But Koushiro? Come on. We could have found someone else!"

"Or you could have done it yourselves," Mimi interjected.

"We were too chicken!" Taichi protested.

"But it would have saved us a lot of trouble and confusion," Sora reasoned.

"Yeah, I mean, Yamato liking Sora and Taichi liking Sora and me and then there was the part where we got so confused and freaked Koushiro out that he just left it at, 'OH, FOR GOD'S SAKES, JUST CALL THEM GAY FOR EACH OTHER!' Wow, so not worth it." Mimi smiled at the memory.

"And in the end, we had to hear it from the horses' mouths anyway, so there was really no point in sending a messenger." Sora shook her head.

"But it had to be done at the same time. Yama and I agreed! BLOOD BROTHERS!"

"I don't think Koushiro was really insane like we thought, Sora," Mimi said sideways.

"We heard that!" Taichi exclaimed.

"So we did, keep your pants on, the movie's starting." Yamato gestured to the screen which was lighting up in accordance to the lights dimming. Sora moved back to her seat next to Taichi and Mimi got comfortable in her seat.

As the movie started, Yamato found it appropriate to move his arm around Mimi's shoulders and began to nibble on her ear.

"Yama, I'm trying to watch the movie!" she giggled.

"How much do you want to bet I care?" he whispered into her ear. She let out a loud giggle before covering her mouth in embarrassment. He laughed quietly and she slapped his stomach. "Ow!"

"Yo, shut up," Taichi mumbled.

The rest of the movie went by quietly. The lack of Yamato's antics depressed Mimi. It gave her the chance to think, one thing she was trying to avoid as of late.

'How am I going to tell him? My heart's going to break more than his,' she thought. 'To think that this will be the last time we have this much fun together for a long time. Who's to say the long distance thing's going to work anyway? Yamato's not that strong. I know him. The minute he feels like he's losing me, he'll detach himself instantly. And let's face it, Meems, he's not going to wait around very long until that minute comes.

'How will I live without him? I'll go crazy without someone to make the days fly by. If only there was some way I could stay. I should just run away tonight and buy my own apartment. Maybe Sora and her mom will take me in. No, that's intrusive. Maybe I can live in a cardboard box. I'd find some way to make it homey, right? Just as long as I can keep my Yamato. I love him too much to let go. This isn't fair at all.'

Mimi tried desperately to focus on the movie but her thoughts would not relent. Her guilt and unhappiness seemed to chip away at her slowly until she finally reached the limits of her sanity.

"Mimi?" Yamato whispered.

Her eyes escaped their trance like state and focused on him. "Huh?"

"You spaced out. Something wrong?"

"No! Of course not! Just savoring the moment. Summer vacation isn't months from now and, well, it'll be so much more fun then when we can do things like this more often, ne?"

"Of course. I just wouldn't want you to miss out on the movie. It would suck if you paid for nothing."

"Well, I think I'll be okay wasting my own money. You on the other hand… Yama, I'm not wasting money on you. Please do avert your eyes from my stunningly gorgeous face to the lit screen in front of you." She smiled at him sweetly.

He obeyed her while he muttered, "You're really something you know that?"

She inwardly sighed. 'This isn't going to be easy.'

The movie ended on a sound note. Mimi stretched as she got out of her seat. She still hadn't paid any attention, so she was lost as Yamato, Taichi, and Sora happily chatted over the special effects and supposedly crappy storyline. She slapped on a deadpan smile as they walked outside.

The wintry season made the streets slippery and snowy and the dark of the night shadowed narrow crevices between the many buildings. Mimi and Yamato bade farewell to Taichi and Sora, and exchanged snide remarks about being insanely gay for each other or too crazy to be in love or utterly conservative as a twosome to which Taichi provided a, "You should see what happens behind closed doors." Sora didn't like this very much and deemed him worthy of a kick in the pants and the silent treatment.


"Shut up, Yagami. I want to go home, so if you would please walk me, that'd be great." Sora began down the wet sidewalk.

"She loves me, I swear," Taichi wheezed. Yamato nodded sardonically. Mimi simply shook her head disapprovingly.

The latter couple walked down the opposite direction.

"So what did you think of the movie? I didn't hear you say anything," Yamato inquired.

"I still never got back on. From what I did catch and what you guys said all I really missed was eye candy. Can't say I'm broken hearted about that."

"Fair enough. Maybe we can rent it later so you can actually see it."

"Right," Mimi answered shortly. Yamato stayed quiet, and she feared that perhaps he thought she didn't want to see it with him. "About when do you think it'll come out?" she saved.

"It seems DVD release dates come sooner and sooner nowadays. I'd give it three to five months."

"Cool. So you didn't like it all that much huh?"

"Actually, I liked it a lot, but I'm not going to admit that in front of Taichi. He'd torture me forever about loving clichéd robot movies and bad romances in them forever. Thing is, if they're so bad, why do people keep making them and seeing them? The classic stuff is timeless, right?"

"That's true. I never thought of it that way. I've always loved that about you, your insightfulness. You always think outside the box." She smiled sweetly at him as he put one arm around her and smiled back.

"I dunno, Tachikawa, but these mood swings of yours are suddenly becoming very attractive. You're incredibly unpredictable. In that theater you look like you were about to start bawling, but now you're quite happy."

'You don't know the half of it.'

"I was not going to start bawling! I was thinking."

"Couldn't save your thoughts for a more convenient time? I thought you wanted to see it."

"I did, it's just…" she trailed off.



"You keep saying that, and now I'm starting to think it's a lot more than nothing. Mimiiiii, talk to me. I love how you're unpredictable, but at the same time, I hate not knowing what's going on with you when I feel I really need to. And if this is something I should be worrying about-"

"And why would you think a silly thing like that?" She was desperately trying to avoid telling him anything now.

"Because you're denying there's something wrong again. It's not like you to not pay attention to a movie with, dare I say it, hot guys?"

"See, now you're being silly again. The only hot guy in the world to me is you."

Yamato rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that. You and Sora were talking about that American actor Brad Pitt just the other day!"

"Oh, that?" Mimi said nervously. "Nothing! I was just playing along. That was nothing."

"Mimi, you are truly beginning to make me loathe that word." His voice reeked of annoyance. Mimi was fearful that this was turning into a fight. Even if she didn't want it to happen, she realized she couldn't let him win this one and hurt himself. Better that perhaps a fight escalades to a break up than to break up because of such a heart wrenching thing.

"Well, I personally don't care. If you don't want to believe me that's your problem, not mine. I'll live. You on the other hand… you're too jealous and wanting. It can't always go your way, you brat."

At that Yamato came to an abrupt halt.

'Maybe I shouldn't have gone that far that quick. Is he mad or depressed? I can't tell,' Mimi thought.

"Mimi, if anyone here is being a brat, it's you. You're refusing to tell me what's wrong and I'm ten feet above positive that something is bothering you," he said calmly. She could tell whatever emotion he was feeling he was hiding it with extreme effort.

"And I'm twenty feet more positive than you that you're just being a big baby!" 'How am I going to live with myself knowing that I'm insulting him out of love?'

"Why are you arguing with me like this? Why can't you just talk to me!"


He grabbed her face in his hands and looked into her hazel eyes with his intense blue ones.

"I love you. Whatever it is, it's not worth us hurting one another."

She gulped and averted her eyes as low as they could go, half way down his black sweater. She knew that this was the moment to tell him. If there was ever a time he needed to hear that she loved him back and that she was sure they could make it all work it was now. She could feel an entire monologue brewing just beneath the surface of her mouth in her voice. Her mind was reeling with the things she knew she needed to say before she was gone, before he was gone.

But the words would not spill.

They would not form into sweet intangible yet textured words, words that he might feel just barely, but words that would singe her soul.

She could not say, "Yamato, I love you with all my heart…"

"…but I'm moving away."

But the next thing she knew, he was crying on her shoulder.

It was a day before the big move and Mimi was lying in her bed. She had not seen Yamato since that very night. Her heart was too broken to call and talk with him about their options to keep their relationship afloat. She presumed he was just as depressed. Sora and Taichi each called to talk it over with her since Yamato had told Taichi and both Mimi and Taichi told Sora.

"He was really upset, Meems," Taichi had said.

"Me too," she'd replied melancholy.

"Are you going to try and work it out and see if maybe the long distance thing will work?" Sora had asked.

"I don't know."

And she truly didn't. She didn't want to let him go, but she knew it wasn't fair of her to keep him when he should be with girl who could actually come within arm's reach of him without a hitch. She on the other hand would have to endure a rather long plane ride to do that if they stayed together. Couldn't love be selfish? Not for her. She knew what the right thing to do was, no matter how unpleasant.

'Take a deep breath, Tachikawa. Dial his number and you two can talk all this out. Maybe fifty years from now you'll be content with just being friends for the rest of your life. Yup, good friends with a gorgeous blond male who loves you more than anything and serenades you on a regular basis and is smart and funny and sweet and ohhhhhhhh!

'God, please kill me now. I won't live a day without him.'

Her hand was rested on her phone next to her bed. It was poised and prepared to pick it up, but Mimi's newly fragile hand could not lift the suddenly weighted object. The receiver was suddenly a two ton anvil that would not budge from its plastic cradle. All at once her body simply stopped all functions. Her eyelids weighed down over her eyes and every limb in her body sagged. Her involuntary muscles and organs slowed greatly. Her brain seemed to be holding her millimeters away from the edge of death.

The sound of the doorbell to the front door didn't register. Her mother bustling in with a bright smile to announce Yamato's arrival didn't register. She only awoke from her paralyzed state when he came into her room, sat on her bed, and picked up her up so that he hugged her limp form as it sagged against him.

They were quiet for ten minutes, just him holding her.

"Mimi, we can't do this."

"I know," she croaked, barely audible.

"You need to live. Maybe you'll meet someone who makes you happier and doesn't tease you as much."

"Why on earth would you think I minded all that?" Her voice was still crackly. She'd barely used it in the past week.

He ignored her. "You can live better off without me."

"I don't think that's possible, Yamato. You are the only person in the world who I want to be with. I wake up to see you every day. Every tear you cried the other night burned my skin through my jacket. The reason I feel like a ton of lead is because I'm dreading the fact that I won't see you every day anymore. I'd rather die the most painful death a hundred times than go the rest of my life without you." She slowly began to cry harder than she ever had before.

"Please don't tell me that. Please don't or else I'll say something stupid like 'we should try and work this out.' You and I both know that it won't work. You'll find someone much better-"

"Shut up! Don't you get it? The only person for me is you! There can never be another person!"

He hugged her tighter and she barely noticed the fact that she was barely breathing anymore. Slowly her arms encircled him. And then, terribly, the most convenient thing happened.

"We're going out for some more moving stuff kids! We'll be back in an hour or so!" Mimi's father called out from outside the door. They heard the front door shut and pulled away. Both their eyes were bright red and puffy. Without a word the kisses commenced and the pile of clothes on the floor grew.