Summary: A vengeful Mimi has returned to Japan, and she's set her sights on a certain Yamato Ishida.
IN THE EYES
OF PERFECTION
—Prologue—
by Ascendo Tuum
She felt guilty—at least to an extent. Here she was, world famous Mimi Tachikawa, actress, singer, and model galore. She could have anyone she wanted. When she snapped her fingers, a hundred men came to fall at her feet and do whatever her heart desired. If she asked them to jump, they would ask "How high?" and jump even higher, just to please her.
So why oh why did she have to get involved with a married man?
"I'm twenty three years old. I'm at my prime and girls would kill for my body. I'm one hundred and twenty pounds on a five foot nine frame. I've got the biggest natural boobs in the industry and I've been voted 'One Hundred Most Beautiful People' six years in a row. I'm worth seven point two million a year at least, and that's minus Daddy's trust fund for me... so what am I doing with Ishida?" She moaned, sipping occasionally from her wine glass. "Or what am I thinking of wanting to be with Ishida? He's married to Sora for chrissake."
Sora Takenouchi. Her best—correction!—ex-best friend. There were some things you just did not do to your best friend, and one of them was to take your best friend's man. But of course, what did it matter? Mimi was off in America, thousands of miles away, and Sora had Yamato all to herself. Never mind the fact that Mimi and Yamato were meant to be together, never mind that they still had a strong relationship.
Sora ruined everything in Mimi's picture-perfect life. She completely shattered the young woman's ideals of fidelity and true love. Who knew that little miss Crest of Love had it in her? Sora always seemed so nice, so caring, but it was all a facade. A very well-executed one, and Mimi had to give the girl at least some credit for her manipulative actions.
"Guess jealousy does a lot to you," Mimi chuckled ruefully. "You envied me. My skinniness, my parents' wealth, my clothes, my talents… even as I wished I could be more like you, more compassionate and tomboyish. To not wail over a little bruise or a chipped nail, to be one of the first girls picked at a game because she wasn't afraid to get hurt or dirty."
"Still Sora, that was a pretty low blow for you to take advantage of my Yama when he was upset and pretty damn emotionally vulnerable over my going to America. You knew, yet you persisted. What for? Taichi wasn't good enough for you, huh, that you had to steal my man!" Her voice had risen sharply, and she had started pacing around her well-lit vanity table, which was cluttered as usual with make-up and photographs. "Yamato. That lying asshole. Miss tumbling in bed so much you had to go to Sora?" She curled her lip as she examined her reflection in the mirror.
"Look at them now. Twenty four, and oh so happily married for three years. That bitch is a fucking designer and he's a fucking astronaut. I bet she's gonna get pregnant sooner or later… Are you happy now, Yamato? You told me you always wanted to be a musician," Mimi said bitterly. "You gave up your dreams for some deceitful little whore like her? Whatever happened to us huh? WHATEVER HAPPENED?" She screamed out angrily, to a silent and unresponsive apartment, as she recalled his pathetic break-up email he had sent only a year and a half after she left Odaiba.
Dear Mimi.
I'm sorry. This isn't working out.
I'll still love you,
Yamato.
That brief message had her crying for weeks, months. What had gone wrong? She talked to him at least four times a week on the phone, video-messaged him every night and sent loving emails and gifts whenever she had the chance. Did he think her too clingy, too American now, that he had to go and dump her like that without any explanation whatsoever? And then to find out from Yolei months later that her pathetic excuse of a best friend was now creeping around with her man? It was just unbelievably wrong.
The only good thing that had come from that wretched affair was the new sense of purpose Mimi discovered. She was determined before, but now, it was like she was all lit up. Dead ends fell away, and her agent Janelle Willis began showering her with calls about new assignments. It wasn't long before Mimi began rising up in the modeling world. First she had started out in some obscure jewelry campaign, then a Neutrogena clear skin commercial, then a Macys catalog, then a perfume advertisement, then a "Hot New Faces" Vogue photo shoot, and then finally—Mimi's Holy Grail—the catwalk. What made it all the more glamorous was that she had accomplished it all by the age of eighteen. She strutted and sauntered with the best of them, sexy girls like Gisele Bundchen and Karolina Kurkova, and her dormant catty temper was more notorious than that of Naomi Campbell's when provoked.
Mimi didn't stick solely with modeling though. No, she wanted to continue onto bigger and better things, have her face plastered everywhere. It wasn't long before she had a lucky break with a talent scout who happened to hear her sing as a make-up artist did her nails before a celebrated Gucci show. Singing became her lily pad before she launched onto the acting world.
In only a matter of three years, Mimi became one of the top stars in the three industries. She made people cry, laugh and worry in her award-winning movies. Her Grammy-nominated songs let people connect with her, never mind the fact she was divine and they were just mere mortals. Oh, she was the apple of everyone's eye, as she made her way down the runway in the newest styles with the photographers shooting away. Janelle's phone would ring off the hook; everyone wanted a piece of Mimi Tachikawa because she was hot hot hot!
Mimi and her agent Janelle were smart too, declining contracts for things they felt did not have enough potential to fully showcase Mimi's abilities. Who wanted to star in a B-movie about a great romance amidst an alien invasion? Who wanted to sing bubblegum pop songs in their twenties, when there were plenty of teenaged girls singing it? Who wanted to model clothes that screamed "Last season desperation!"? Definitely not Mimi, and Janelle made sure to select only the best. In thanks to Janelle, Mimi scored a multitude of fantastic contracts, among them—Maybelline deal in the US, the highly spoken of Shiseido deal in the Asias, Gucci, Chloe and more. She was everywhere, and she loved it.
In short—Mimi was perfect, flawless and blessed with everything. Everyone thought she had the best of lives; what with homes all around the world, an endless flow of cash, enough jewels to outshine the sun and plenty of eligible men to grace her slender arm. But of course no one wants to know about a star's dirty laundry, about baggage that could taint the concept of excellence. Save for tabloid reporters and readers, no one wanted to dig up dirt on this divine woman. No matter what, Mimi Tachikawa was the living embodiment of perfection.
Of course no matter how rich or famous one is, one can't have everything she wants. This applied quite well to the goddess, and she had set her amber eyes on none other than the unattainable Yamato Ishida, with his wedding ring on his left ring finger and the woman attached to his arm.
Oh how she wanted him, with his golden hair and piercing blue eyes! Her attraction wasn't just towards his well-sculpted body, but to him, the way he murmured sweet things in her ear and was always there for her. It was she who had drawn him out of his self-imposed shell. She took the time to coax him out into the world, to show him all there was to appreciate. It was justifiable that Mimi wanted him all to herself. She didn't like to share, but for Yamato, some things were worth sacrificing. Including, especially including, a rocky relationship with an ex-best friend.
Forget sincerity.
Embrace treachery.
It didn't matter to her what it would take to bring Yamato back into her clutches. Her sense of ethics was gone. Sora had shown her what good morals did in real life. Besides, Mimi had been groomed in industries where no one batted an eye at exaggerating, lying or doing whatever they could to get to the top. Oh no, she didn't and would never sleep her way up the ranks, but Mimi knew the benefits of gossip, fibs and exploitation. She was not going to fight Sora hands down for Yamato. She was prepared to fight dirty and fight hard. In fact, she wanted it to become a blown-out affair.
"Let the media have their circus, I just want my Yamato," she said aloud, as if the air around her was listening and acting the witness to her statements.
Mimi smirked. She also had several advantages against that now dumpy bitch.
After all, she had been his first love, as he had been hers; and if there was something to be known about first loves, it was that they were unforgettable. "He won't forget me. He'll remember how good we were together, how good we'll always be together," she murmured coolly.
"No man can claim appearance is not important. I don't think it'd be too hard for Yamato to decide who's the better looking, you fat whore." She stretched her lithe body as she padded into her bedroom.
"Yamato was mine, Sora. You took him away from me. Now it's only right I come back to reclaim what is mine and mine alone."
After all, Mimi didn't come back to her penthouse apartment in Tokyo, Japan just to do the ludicrous Shiseido make-up campaign. She came back to get what she had rightfully deserved all along.
elsewhere...
Somewhere in Odaiba, a person stirred in his sleep. Something was coming up. It was inevitable, had been inevitable for a long time coming. There was nothing he could do but wait and see what the coming storm would blow in. He had a bad feeling it wasn't going to be something good. Closing his eyes, he returned to his fitful sleep.So what do you think? Continue or let die in my hard drive? I'd love to hear from you guys, praise and criticism alike.