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Long Vacation
Part One
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See, life is a cosmic joke from this
here morning I awoke
I had no opportunity to see that
Everything is gonna change
Strange, strange
Momma says for bad luck I'd
Have none at all

~Another Round~ (CAGNET)
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"Out of my way!!!!!! This is an emergency!!!!!!" Mimi Tachikawa yelled as she ran through the streets with her white kimono dragging on the ground. She stopped for a bit to catch her breath and lifted her kimono up a bit so it wouldn't get dirty. Then she continued running. Everyone she passed would certainly turn to look at her. A beautiful pink-haired woman in a wedding kimono telling everyone to move it. That's not something you see everyday.
She made her way to the 2 story apartement building. As soon as she reached the door, she took another breath and swung the door open. She went in and ran up the stairs. As soon as she reached her destination she started pressing the doorbell on the apartement uncontrollably.
"Michael!!!! Open up!!!" she started to yell.
The door swung open to reveal a man with sandy hair who looked at her oddly. She did the same to him, then realized her reason of coming.
"Where's Michael??!!! Where is he hiding??!! I swear if I get my hands on him I'll-" she yelled histerically trying to push her way into the apartement.
"Wha??! Wha??!" he said holding her back. "He's not here! He moved out yesterday!"
The woman froze, then looked up. "Where did he go?..."
"I'm... not sure really..." the man answered.
"W-Well... Then who are you?!!"
"I'm... I mean, I was his roomate.. Wait a minute! Who are you?!"
The woman froze as she leaned to the wall and sat down on the floor. She couldn't help the tears running down her face.
"He... He... Left me..." she sobbed to herself, burying her face in her hands.
The man looked at the woman uncomfortably. This was not something he was used to handling.

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(The next morning)

~Ding Dong~
Yamato Ishida sat up on his bed as he yawned. He slowly stood up and stretched.
~DingDongDingDong~
"Wait...!" he yelled still half asleep.
He groggily made his way to the door and opened it. He wiped the sleepy stuff off his eyes and looked at his guest. When he realized who it was, his eyes widened.
There was the pink haired woman again, this time, she was dressed in a pink shirt and a pair of white khaki pants. With 2 suitcases with her and a bag over her shoulders. She was also wearing a pair of sunglasses.
"Yea?..." he said slowly waiting for the girl to react.
"Listen!" she took a deep breath as she took her sunglasses off to reveal her puffy eyes. "If you wanna know the story this is how it goes!! Michael and I was supposed to be married yesterday ok?! But then, for some apparent reason, I don't know what, he didn't show up, and I guess the conclusion is that he left me! Well.. Since I spent ALL of my money on that stupid wedding that FAILED, I was forced to move out of my apartement and now I've got nowhere else to stay! And this ALL happened because of Michael and so I deserve to be able to stay here until I get another decent place to live in ok?! Do I make myself clear?!"
"er..." he stood there speechless. She frowned and pushed her way in with her suitcases.
"Nice place," she commented casually. "A little too small for me, but I guess it could work for a while.. Where's Michael's room?"
He pointed as she went in. Then, she poked her head out again.
"Oh yeah.." she said. "I didn't catch your name.."
"I didn't catch yours either.." he replied coldly.
"Mine's Mimi!!" she said hopping over, taking his hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you!"
"Yamato..." he said uncomfortably raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well," she said patting his back. "I'm your new roomate!!"
"Eh...." he said as he watched her walk away. "Wait!"
The girl turned around.
"Are you paying half the rent?" he asked.
"I can't right now," she sighed. "I'm out of money!"
Yamato sighed as he made his way back to his room and she made her way to hers.
Just then, a scream was heard. He quickly rushed out to she what was up.
"I-It's a-a.. letter.. from Michael..." she stuttered walking out with the letter in hand.
"Well, aren't you gonna open it?" he said glancing at it.
She nodded as she opened it. The expression on her face was quite different. Somewhere between the lines of laughing and crying. She took a deep breath and folded it back. Yamato looked at her.
"Well..."
"Oh," she smiled, trembling a bit. "He said he couldn't go through with it because he didn't love me.. And that he was sorry..."
He said nothing. She slowly made her way to the couch, staring into space with no expression on her face at all.

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(That night)

Mimi Tachikawa sat comfortably on the new couch, twisting a crystal coloured rubber ball in hand. Fixing her gaze out the window. With 5 boxes of wine surrounding her. Tipping the glass of wine gently with her fingers. The wine wasn't as sweet anymore. She couldn't help her expressionless face. Just then, the door opened as the blonde came in.
"Welcome home!!" she greeted getting up.
"Uh.. yeah..." he said.
"You're supposed to say 'Tadaima!!' whenever you come home," she sighed.
"Yeah.. Ok.. I'll remember to do that next time... Wh-What are these??"
"Oh," she said. "Wines. Still unused from the 'what-was-supposed to be' wedding"
He just gave an "oh" in reply. She collapsed back on the couch.
"Come Yamato," she motioned. "Let's drink tonight! I need to get rid of these as soon as possible!"
Yamato then joined her as she poured him a glass of wine.
"So..." she said happily. "Tell me something about yourself..."
"What's there to tell?" he sighed.
"I dunno," she said. "Anything! What do you do for a living. How old you are. Your personality.."
"Ok.. I'm a pianist... Well at least trying to be.. I work part time as a piano teacher. I'm 29. I don't really know what to say about my personality. Yourself?"
"I'm... a model... well, sorta... I don't know where my career is going at the moment, but I WAS Miss. Odaiba! People say I talk too much even though or even a ditz but I don't think so, and I'm 27.. You better not try to take advantage OR fall in love with me while I'm here..."
He frowned. "Hey!! I'm not like that!! Besides!! I kinda like women that are one or two years older than me..."
"Well.." she smiled warmly. "We'll see!!"
"Whatever..." he replied coldly at her comment.
"Don't worry..." she sighed. "I'll try to move out as soon as I can. Sorry I forced it out on you."
"No, that's okay..." he sighed. "Besides, you're probably going through some hard times."
She said nothing in reply. Then, he took the ball from her hand.
"What's this?" he asked.
"What does it look like? A rubber ball... Except Michael gave it to me on our first date."
A moment of silence passed them by, them he headed to the window.
"Hey!" he motined for her to come over. "Come here!"
She stuck her head out on the window with him as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Check this out!" he said as he trew the ball down the two storey building and watched it go back up to him. "See?!"
"Waaahh!! That was so cool!! Do it again!"
He did it again and the woman squealed happily again.
"Lemme try!!"
"Wait!" he said fixing her hand. "Your hand must be in a 90 degree angle."
She threw the ball down and it went back to her. "Woow!!! I wanna try it again!! That was sooo cool!!!"
She threw the ball for the second time, but it didn't quite go back. Instead, it bounced somewhere else. Then, their smiles quickly faded.
"I should get it," he said guiltily.
"No!" she smiled. "It's okay!! Really!! I was gonna throw that old thing away anyways.."
"Are you sure?... I mean..."
"Yeah!!" she said cheerfully.
"Ok..." he said uncomfortably. "I guess I should be practising my piano now..."
"Hey!" she said making her way to the piano with him. "I've always wanted to play this thing.."
She started pressing on the keys randomly, somehow annoying him.
"Uh..." he said taking her hand away. "Gently please..."
"Come on!" she laughed as she ran her fingers on the keys making the ringing melody scream in his ears.
"Okay, okay!" he said sighing. "I gotta practice now..."
Mimi sighed and flopped back down on the couch. "Then play me a song!!"
"Sorry..." he said. "I don't play my piano for just anyone.."
She sighed and headed back to her room. But from her room, she could listen to the sound of his music, Mimi continued to look out the window with tears on the corner of her eyes. The song he was playing. What is it?.. How can one song give her such a warm feeling?

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(5:00 am in the mornng)

Mimi quickly rushed outside for her usual morning jog. But today, that wasn't her purpose.
After 30 minutes of looking, she took the crystal coloured ball in her hand, she sighed a sigh of relief and head back to the apartement.

To Be Continued........