This is my first ever attempt at any form of shoujo-ai and I'm kinda
nervous about it…
Especially
because this is for a competition! Eep! I mean, I'll probably be up against all
these really good shoujo-ai
authors…and here's little Wannon-chan, a rookie. I'm SOOOO green! ::sigh::
But I'll
try. I hope this is okay…
Pink and Purple.
"Miyako!"
The sweet, high-pitched voice floated to
Miyako's ears, causing her to spin around.
There was Mimi, short skirt and all, rushing forwards at a very fast
pace. The lavender-haired girl had to
stifle a giggle as Mimi stumbled in her huge shoes, nearly falling on her face.
I
knew she wasn't always 'Miss Perfect'…I'd always wondered how she managed to
walk in such high shoes. She thought as Mimi
finally made it to her side, huffing and puffing.
"Wow, I really need to work out more!" she
said cheerily. Miyako smiled.
"…you mean work out your credit card!" she
teased, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
Mimi suddenly grabbed Miyako's hand, causing the younger girl to jump
and blush.
"You're right! Let's go!!" she
exclaimed. Miyako fixed her with a
puzzled stare, noticing that their hands were still joined.
"What are you talking about?" she
queried. Mimi winked.
"Working out! Come on!"
"Mimi, I-aagh!" Miyako screamed as she
found herself almost literally being dragged down the busy street. She managed to regain her composure, but
noticed that they were receiving quite a few odd looks as they raced to the
nearest mall. It wasn't like this had
never happened before…as a matter of fact, they had been doing things together
for quite a while.
Ever since the picnic in the Digiworld,
Mimi had been hanging out with Miyako more and more…completely forgetting about
her 'best friend', Sora. Not that she
really minded…she was too busy stalking Tai to care.
I
just can't understand why she wants to hang out with me…I mean, I'm boring and
bookish, she's fun and flirty…I'm plain, she's beautiful…and I'm so much
younger than her. Miyako thought despondently, as
they finally entered the mall.
Mimi squealed suddenly, and once again,
Miyako found herself being dragged. It
seemed Mimi had spotted a big shoe sale, and decided that she needed more.
"Oh! Miyako, what do you think of these?
…Hey! Hands off, lady! I spotted those babies first!" Mimi asked, pausing to
turn and swat several hands away from her find. Miyako grinned.
"They'd look great on you!" she said with
fake enthusiasm. It wasn't that she
didn't enjoy going places with Mimi, it was the simple fact that she quite obviously
didn't belong amongst the fashion-followers.
She had no idea what things looked good together, she just dressed for
comfort, not style.
Mimi, on the other hand, was the fashion
queen. Always looking very fashionable, wearing the latest
styles. They were complete opposites…
"Oh, great! Hey! I wanna buy these!!" Mimi
trilled, and the overworked clerk slowly packaged them up. Mimi sighed deeply, glaring at the
salesclerk.
"Can't you go any faster?! I have other
places to go, and you're keeping me waiting!" she snapped. The poor teenager, who was obviously new at
this, blushed deeply and muttered a few apologies, her hands trembling. Mimi continued to tap her feet angrily,
radiating anger. Miyako took pity on
the poor clerk, stepping up to Mimi and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey…cut her some slack. She's had a rough day, can't you tell?" she
whispered loudly. Mimi looked at
Miyako, and her cheeks darkened.
"Of course, where are my manners? I'm
sorry…" she said softly to the clerk, who gave Miyako a grateful look. Mimi grabbed the package, and walked out,
Miyako following close behind. She
hated malls…she got so lost.
"Mimi?" Miyako called hesitantly, as the
pink-haired girl stopped suddenly.
"Are…are you okay?"
"No…" came the soft reply. Miyako stepped in front of Mimi, turning to
look at her. She saw an utterly
miserable looking girl staring back at her.
Bottom lip trembling, eyes beginning to water, brow creased.
"What's wrong?" Miyako whispered, reaching
out to touch Mimi's cheek on impulse.
The pink-haired girl's chocolate eyes widened, and she jerked her head
back.
Oh my
gosh! Did I really just do that? Oh man…Miyako
thought, snatching her hand back as though she had been burned. She felt her cheeks begin to heat up, and
could only imagine what colour they were.
A few strands of lavender-purple hair found their way in between her
fingers, and she twirled them nervously, waiting for an answer or a
reaction…anything…from Mimi.
"I can't…I can't tell you," she said
finally, beginning to walk away.
"If…if it helps any…I'll listen, I
promise. I won't judge you, Mimi…you
should face your problems, not run from them." Miyako said to her retreating
back. She observed a sudden stiffening
of Mimi's shoulders, before the older girl turned around to face her.
"…I'm sorry, Miyako. I know you're right, but I just can't tell
you…I was never known for being courageous…Tai was Mr. Crest-of-Courage, not
me…" she replied. "…can I just be
alone?"
Miyako nodded solemnly.
"Sure…but you know where to find me if you
change your mind." She said, and walked out of the mall, heading for home.
~ *
~
Mimi sighed once the purple-haired
distraction was gone.
She's
too young…I can't…she'd never…oh, I feel so sick!
She thought, clutching at an invisible pain in her heart. She pictured Miyako, with her expressive
eyes, framed by those round glasses, which she constantly…and cutely…pushed up
her nose, her long, silky lavender hair, her unique taste in clothing, and of
course her loveable, headstrong personality.
Something inside Mimi snapped, and she began to feel reckless.
I
don't care anymore! It's all or nothing, and Mimi Tachikawa will not chicken
out! She thought, and headed towards a nearby store
with grim determination.
/I will
not chicken out…I will not chicken out…/
~ *
~
Miyako flopped down onto her bed, a frown
creasing her face.
What
on earth could be so…terrible…that Mimi wouldn't want to tell me? She pondered, pounding her pillow.
Maybe it was my fault…I might have scared her when I touched her cheek
like that…I still can't believe I did that! What the heck was I thinking?!
Miyako blushed as she thought of how nice
Mimi's skin felt under her hand, then her eyes widened as more mental images
were conjured up. She saw herself
holding Mimi's hand…kissing her…
Aagh!
No way, no way! I am not a lesbian! No way! She tried to convince herself. But no matter how hard she tried, the
thought of kissing Mimi's pouty pink lips was proving her wrong. She was enjoying the images too much to say
otherwise.
Miyako let out a defeated moan.
Okay,
fine. So maybe I like girls. Nothing wrong with that, right? I mean, it's
perfectly normal, I'm not the only one…but why Mimi?! She's…too…Aaagh! This isn't fair!
She wailed inwardly, her thoughts reflecting how she felt inside – confused and
jumbled.
Okay,
calm down Miyako. You're a big girl,
you can think this through logically.
Now, has Mimi shown any signs of liking you?…let's see. Holding hands…she blushed when I told her
off for hassling the salesclerk…no, those aren't signs…Oh! She looked really
embarrassed when I touched her cheek! Oh, that's not a sign that she likes me,
either! It's a sign that I made her uncomfortable… she
thought, pouting. Her phone rang
suddenly, and she glared at it.
"I'm trying to think!" she snapped at
it. But it kept ringing, and Miyako
snatched it off the hook.
"Hello?" she asked snappishly.
"M-Miyako? I'm sorry if I caught you at a
bad time…" a soft, familiar voice said.
Mimi?!
Oh my gosh…Miyako thought, her heart beginning to pound. She felt giddy with her new knowledge of her
sexuality…and the thought that it was Mimi she wanted. A blush graced her cheeks as she stumbled to
come up with an apology.
"I, uh…sorry, Mimi. I was just, uh…never mind. I shouldn't have snapped like that. How are you?" she rambled. A nervous giggle came from the other end of
the line.
"That…that's okay. I'm fine, but uh, I was wondering if you
could come over? I need to talk to you…" she said. Miyako snorted.
"Oh, really?" she asked snidely, slapping a
hand over her mouth after she'd said it.
She heard Mimi sigh, and felt sorry for letting it slip.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Let's not fight…"
she asked. Miyako nodded to herself.
"You're right. I'm sorry…I can be there in twenty minutes, okay?"
"Great…look forward to seeing you…bye!"
"See ya…"
Miyako hung up her red phone, staring at it
in wonder.
/How am I gonna say it? Can I say it to her? /
~ *
~
Mimi straightened her skirt and preened
once more. Once she was sure every
strand of hair was in place, she began the check once more.
Finally, everything was perfect. Her parents had left her to go out to
dinner, and then a movie…they wouldn't be back for hours.
She looked at the present on the table and
frowned. She really wasn't used to
buying things for other people…
I
hope she likes it… she thought, jumping when she
heard the doorbell ring.
"Just a minute!" she trilled, rushing to
the door. She opened it and saw Miyako
in a soft lavender dress, and matching sandals. She grinned.
"Hey! That's a really pretty outfit!" she
exclaimed, and Miyako blushed.
"T-thanks…" she stammered. "You look very pretty, too…" she mumbled,
gesturing to the short baby pink skirt and white tank top. Mimi giggled.
"Thanks! Come on in…" she said, suddenly
noticing something was missing.
"Hey, where are your glasses?" she asked, as
she observed the younger girl's face.
Miyako had her hair out, nothing holding it back. She also wasn't wearing her owlish glasses. The result was…stunning, but Miyako always
had been beautiful to her.
"Oh, I got contacts…do I look okay?" she
asked. Mimi nodded.
"You look great!" she chirped, as the
shorter girl stepped inside. "Make
yourself at home…"
Miyako sat daintily on the couch, and Mimi
joined her.
"Miyako, I-" she began, when the phone
rang. With a exasperated look on her
face, Mimi grabbed it.
"Hello? Oh, hi Matt…no, sorry…yeah, I'm
busy. Same to you…bye!"
Mimi rolled her eyes at Miyako.
"That was Matt…he wanted to go on a date…"
she said. Miyako gasped.
"What?! He's one of the most sought-after
guys! How could you turn him down?!" she gasped, her hopes raising. Mimi smiled, and moved closer to Miyako.
"That's what I need to tell you…I, uh…I think
I like girls. Uh…you, in particular…"
she said softly. Miyako had to stop
herself from screaming. So she wrapped
her arms around Mimi's neck and kissed her sweetly. She felt Mimi soften in her arms, and begin to kiss back.
I can't
believe this is happening! She's…she kissed me!
Mimi thought, breaking the kiss. She
giggled softly.
"I never thought you'd be the one to start
something like that…" she said, flabbergasted, yet happy. A thought hit her, and she reached over to
grab the gift from the table. She
handed it to Miyako.
"I got these for us both. Open it!" she said. Miyako looked at the package, then at Mimi,
before carefully opening it, trying not to rip the paper. Mimi tapped her feet impatiently.
"Come on! Rip it!" she said excitedly, and
Miyako obliged, with great gusto. She
let out a gasp at what she saw.
There were two bracelets, beads made from amethyst,
and rose quartz, respectively. Mimi
took the one made from rose quartz and slipped it on Miyako's wrist.
"There! This is to remind you of me when we're
apart…and the other one is to remind me of you…" she said. Miyako was still in shock.
"This is…the nicest thing anyone has ever
done for me!" she exclaimed, hugging Mimi.
As she looked into Mimi's chocolate-brown eyes, she realised just how
much being with her meant. She took a
big risk, wanting to express her feelings fully.
"Mimi? Will you be…my girlfriend?" she
asked, unsure of how to word the question.
The pink-haired girl smiled, and kissed Miyako, this time with all the
passion she could muster.
"There's your answer…my beautiful Miyako." She
whispered into her ear, strands of her pink hair mixing with Miyako's purple,
just like their lives had done.
The End.
