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Warning: This is my first Mimato fic. Please C&C

Tears of the Star

They never lasted more then a month. Flings, temporary loves, she knew they where using her, but she didn't care. She was using them. Seventeen, beautiful and broken, Mimi was the shining star of her life. Blues, reds, greens and blacks, slowly replaced the pinks of her earlier years, as her past began to creep through into her wardrobe and life. She had grown quite well, Nature seemed to have crafted where with particular care, cursing her with attention and false accusations. Mysterious brown eyes peered into the café, in unison heads slowly turned to look at her. Everyone saw her. She smiled weakly, she had come to meet a 'friend' of hers. He wasn't there. She walked up to the counter, ordering an Iced Chi and Et Mocha. Both drinks famous to Exquisite taste.

Mimi had not lived her life since she turned thirteen, starting early in trying to distract her mind at all times possible. She remembered her mother singing softly to her when she was three, the last comforting memory she had experienced. After that, her father had taken her in without question, and at first doted on the small child. As time passed, so did his kindness. Soon he found every fault in her, fault in her friends, her grades, everything his mind could come up with. Mimi, being a bright girl, attempted to remove herself from her situation as much as possible, but found her father a very influential man. When ever she sought refuge from his cruel words, cruel words turned into cruel beatings. Beatings that would not leave marks, her father was a bright man.

School was not a pleasure for her either, in her younger life. She didn't know how to interact with others, for she had been separated from other children, and taught that caring was her enemy. Studying became her friend, crying every time her grade was less then perfect… at least school was something she could control. Matters only became worse. When she had begun to believe her father could be no worse, he proved to her she had misjudged him. He let her in his car, a highly unusual event. She bounced with joy as the car drove down the road, dust surrounding the beat-up rust-bucket of a car, the sweet spring air blew across her face and around her body. Her body was incased in pink. He drove for a half hour, the destination to which they came was not one to make her happy. After entering the small shack, she learned why children are told not to talk to strangers.

She mused, sitting down at the small table, about how much her life had changed. She still attended school, because her father knew that no one would believe what she said. Her father appeared to be a very trustable man. Kids are naturally brutal, and where so to the brown haired-girl, who only found their treatment much kinder then her father's. Smiles became her façade, along with kindness and the code of being docile. It was hard for her to keep up with her schoolwork when she hit middle school. It began to show to her teachers she had problems at her house, and her age gave her more credit, as well as the tortured look behind her smiling brown eyes. Finally her English teacher took her away from her pain, putting her into a foster home. The Tachikawa family was extremely patient and lenient with her, showing her strength of love for the first time in her life. She thought she would be happy from then on.

Mimi learned within a matter of weeks, a change of situation does not erase the past. Dreams of the movies made of her as a frail youth plagued her nightly, she buried her memories with more affection from boys. By grade seven, she was proclaimed a slut. Pink, obsessed with boys, she seemed totally narcissistic. In all truth, she was hiding from herself. She continued her patterns into High School. Though sad, her life became easy to follow. That is, until she read his book.

Her 'friend' finally showed up. He tapped her shoulder lightly, icey eyes staring into hers. Matt… the writer.