For years, as the lead singer and the bass player of Teenage Wolves, Yamato believed he could always find a way to cope with his fan girls and survived to do that again in his next predicament — commonly known as his next concert.

However, their first official concert today was crushing his notion down to pieces and bits.

It all happened by chance.

After the concert had finished and before he could go back to his apartment and collapse from the exhaustion, Yamato happened to turn on his phone and found a text message from Taichi telling him that all his friends were to be at the pizza shop which happened to be located in the completely different direction from his apartment, to celebrate his successful concert.

And because he happened to be the bearer of the crest of friendship — no, scratched that, of course, he just never wanted to disappoint his friends.

So Yamato bade his band mates a lifeless goodbye and headed to the pizza shop which happened to take only ten minutes or so to walk from here. Unfortunately, that led him to walk past the front entrance of the hall which was still crowded with his enthusiastic fans who happened to look his way and saw him at the exact same time.

It began with hesitant whispers and murmurs like the sound of a swarm of bees then one certain shout from somebody and it became squeals and screams.

Yamato reflexively flinched then jumped back and started sprinting away in one fluid motion. Sure, it felt good and all to see tons of them went wild and crazy or hear their screams from every direction when he was singing on stage but not like this.

Now, he was desperate.

Yamato heard their screams that were dangerously close to him and internally cursed Taichi who happened to be the one sending that troublesome text message before increasing his speed and running like a madman. After a moment, he glanced back and felt a little relief washing over him when he saw that his sheer speed was effective then he turned around the next corner and happened to bump into someone.

Someone who happened to be a girl with brown hair and cinnamon eyes.

Without thinking or warning, Yamato grabbed Mimi's wrist and continued to run, dragging her along but Mimi let out a piercing shriek and refused to go any farther with him — with this speed — so Yamato grunted and dragged her towards the nearest space between two adjacent buildings instead.

"What are you doing here? Evening exercise?" she shot her questions breathlessly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Despite his current situation, he rolled his eyes and decided to argue with her just a little bit, "And what are you doing here? You should be with the others by now."

Mimi gave Yamato the most disbelieving look she could muster, "I had a cheerleading practice and in case you haven't noticed yet, that was exactly why I couldn't go to your concert." she crossed her arms over her chest, slightly annoyed.

"Ok, fine." he sighed to himself, running his hand through his blond hair, "But we need to get away from here now unless you want to encounter my frenzied fans." he said earnestly.

Mimi's mouth formed an 'O' shape, indicating her understanding. Just then, she started laughing.

He made a face, "Mimi."

"Sorry, sorry." she managed between her laughter, "It's just so funny to see you in this state."

Yamato just gave Mimi a glare then peered around cautiously.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, "I can help you." she offered simply and it caught his attention in an instant. His gaze stopped at her, expectant, like she was his last lifeline.

"But with one condition, you have to—" she was cut off by the sounds of his name from every direction.

His face paled, "Oh no, not again." Yamato groaned, looking hopelessly at the waves of girls that rushed towards this way.

He redid the process of grabbing, running and dragging again in a bolt. Yet again, Mimi didn't allow Yamato to take her with him in his desperate flight. She yanked his arm back and turned him around roughly to face her.

He practically shouted at her, panicked, "What the—"

Before Yamato could finish his sentence, Mimi grabbed the back of his neck to force him down and pressed her lips firmly against his.

His eyes widened.

Simultaneously, frantic screams, rapid footsteps and Yamato's thinking ability came to a halt.

After a few seconds, Mimi slowly pulled away and cleared her throat, "Ahem, we.. err, my boyfriend and I were supposed to meet our friends half an hour ago so, if you excuse me." she announced smoothly with a careless smile on her face.

"Let's go, Yama-chan." she said sweetly, dragging the delirious Yamato along by his arm and parting their way through the crowd of speechless girls.

When they were out of the hearing range of his fans, Mimi pinched Yamato's arm hard, earning a yelp from him.

"Run." she hissed at him.

Yamato quickly snapped out and wasted no time to do as Mimi said before one of those girls could recover from their shock and start chasing them again. Apparently, his instinct told him that the next time would be the worst ever.

Needless to say, they both arrived at the pizza shop in less than five minutes.

"Wow.. " Mimi panted, her eyes twinkling with mirth, "That was.. so exciting!" a small chuckle escaped from her throat.

Yamato looked at Mimi strangely, "It won't be if you have to do this all the time." he grumbled under his breath.

They remained silent for a moment, trying to catch their breaths before Yamato started speaking.

"Mimi.. " he hesitated but looked straight at her, "About that kiss, I—" she laid her fingers on his lips and shook her head slightly, a sly smile on her face.

"Meet me at my apartment tomorrow, 10 a.m." she looked up into his icy blue eyes then stood on her tiptoe and half-whispered to him in a sing-song voice, "You'll-go-shopping-with-me~" she winked.

He began in an almost desperate tone, "W-wait! Mimi—"

Mimi instantly cut Yamato off by waving her index finger in front of his face showing that none of his protests would be valid then strolled into the shop with a merry laugh.

Yamato was left there, disgruntled. The memory of his last shopping suddenly came rushing back through his mind. That whole journey around the mall literally depleted all his energy as if he had just finished his entire world tour concert in half a day, except his band mates name's would be Taichi, Sora and of course, Mimi.

Yamato sighed.

At least Mimi helped him get out of this mess and at least she was not Miyako, Hikari or Sora. He certainly didn't want to explain himself to his little brother or his best friend or Ken about the kiss—

Her hasty little kiss which happened to feel so good.

Again, he sighed and admitted his defeat then silently followed Mimi into the shop to meet his awaiting friends.

Still, despite himself, Yamato hoped he would meet his fans and need her help again tomorrow.