Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Leather and Lace ❯ Tango de la Muerte ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Tango de la Muerte

 

She couldn't help it. The feel of his arms around her, his breath on her skin, made her entire body tingle and shiver with anticipated lust. She leaned back in his arms, despite the voice of reason in her mind telling her how stupid such an idea was. However, she completely ignored those thoughts, focusing solely on the way her body reacted when his arms encircled her. She found it oddly exciting, the way that this simple stranger could ignite such flames of desire, sending them trailing across her skin, leaving a fiery path of lust in their wake.

 

“Why don't you turn around and give me a kiss, Kitten?”

 

Oh, how she wanted to do that, to press her lips against his, to kiss him until both their lips were swollen and bruised, to touch him until the sensation of his skin was forever branded into her body. But she knew she couldn't.

 

She spun around in her seat, purposefully giving him a sultry look of desire; hooding her eyes in such a way that she gazed at him through her thick lashes.

 

He was so close, and she couldn't help but note that there truly was no hint of green or gray in his eyes; they were a pure, brilliant blue. She felt as though, if she stared long enough, she would get lost in the sea.

 

But the sudden confusion that shimmered in his eyes broke the spell. His mouth tilted slightly, trying his hardest to figure out where he had seen the woman before.

 

Recognition hit him, and it hit him hard. Immediately, he jerked away, eyes widening with amazement and confusion. Frowning, he couldn't help but glare in Tai's direction, before returning his gaze to the woman before him.

 

“Tachikawa-san?”

 

An instant blush coated her cheeks, but she kept her gaze focused on his despite the embarrassment filling her body. She had know that it had been him, known fully well what he had meant by wrapping his arms around her, and she had simply allowed him to continue. She felt terribly embarrassed, almost ashamed of herself for letting herself become so lost like she had. She was supposed to keep a clear mind, not one confused and riddled with constant thoughts about eroticism and his touch.

 

It was not the way of a therapist.

 

Nodding, she turned, taking a sip of her Midori, before facing him once more. “Hello Lieutenant Ishida.”

 

Why did her voice had to sound so low and sultry? Why was it that she couldn't speak normal anymore? Did she have to try and purr every word to him?

 

Sora glanced over at the two of them, arching a brow in confusion.

 

“Oi, Meems, it seems as though this girl over here has no clue what's going on.” Sora pointed to herself. “So, care to let me in on everything, or are you planning on keeping it all a secret?”

 

Mimi gestured to each of them, starting with Sora, and then to the Lieutenant. “Takenouchi Sora, I'd like to introduce you to Lieutenant Ishida Yamato. He and your Sub are the reason I was late this afternoon.”

 

The brow stayed cocked in perplexity. “What do you mean by that?”

 

Yamato broke into the conversation at this point, knowing fully well that Tai was far too focused on his Domme to speak coherently.

 

“It means that the information will be discussed later on.”

 

This time Sora pursed her lips. “You guys are all the same. Always keeping information from me.”

 

Mimi giggled at that, leaning over to her friend. “Sora, hon, they think it's macho to keep information from us. It's only because we already know it, but they want to make it seem like they knew about it first.”

 

Sora crossed her arms. “That is one of the strangest things I've ever heard you say, especially from a little Sub like you.”

 

The woman tossed her long hair back from her face before waving at hand at her scowling friend. “I'm not that kind of Sub. Okay, well, I quite a stereotypical Sub, but I'm not the crazy stereotypical one, like those who beg and pretend to act stupid, and et cetera.” She tapped her temple. “I'm a smart girl.”

 

Throughout the entirety of their conversation, Yamato simply stood and watched, wondering what had compelled him to go to the club on this particular evening. He still had a few reports to do for work, and, yet, he had decided to go out and try to find a new Sub.

 

“Mimi, you are a strange girl.”

 

Finally, Tai had spoken up, and, Yamato noted, the boy was acting quite differently than when he was at work. Then again, Yamato was used to the different sides of Tai, as they had been friends for several years. He found it odd, though, that he did not remember Mimi at all, despite him meeting Sora when they were young. Evidently, Sora and Mimi had been friends for a few years; he knew that Sora only took her closest friends to her bars. Apparently Sora was never sure whether her friends would instantly reject her or not because of her sexual preferences.

 

Mimi leaned over Sora, reaching out to tap Tai lightly on the shoulder, playfully punching while laughing. “Yagami, you, too, are a strange boy. So don't go around calling other people strange. Meanie.”

 

Yamato watched as the girl leaned over, stretching her lean, willowy body, thrusting her breasts out, making them appear larger and fuller. Instantly, he began to regret wearing the leather pants; they were growing uncomfortably tight.

 

Shifting to stand by Tai, he ordered himself a beer, thanking Toshiya for the beverage. Leaning back against the counter, he watched as the three friends laughed and talked loudly to one another. He found it strange that he had never noticed Mimi before; he was a usual at Erotika's, and, according to Jyou, one of the better paying clients. Yamato was proud to say that he had a yearly rent on an upstairs private room, paid for full membership to enter the basement, and paid another yearly rent for a semi-private room downstairs. One could say that he was quite well off.

 

Especially since he was a Lieutenant.

 

Sora suddenly leapt forward, dragging poor, sweet Tai onto the dance floor, shouting inaudible words to the two left at the bar.

 

Frowning, Yamato glanced towards Mimi and the stool beside her, before slipping onto it. Leaning back against the counter, he sipped his beer, watching the crowd move and sway to the music's rhythm. Bodies moved faster as the rhythm increased, and the undulations slowed down as the music gradually decreased in the speed.

 

The song playing was one of Mimi's favourites, “Castles in the Sky,” a song from the ever famous DanceDance Revolution game.

 

Tapping her foot to the beat, she chanced a glance in Yamato's direction, watching the man as he surveyed the crowd with his hawk-like eyes. She knew that he was examining everybody, putting every single image into his memory banks to be used later on.

 

Turning slightly in her seat, she grabbed her drink, which she had completely ignored for the past few minutes, and took a deep, hearty swig of it. Adjusting slightly on the seat, she faced Yamato.

 

“So, uh…”

 

He abruptly cut her off, “First rule, if you want to work with us, never, ever, call me Lieutenant, or make any references to my job. Understood?”

 

Scowling, she glared daggers at him. The nerve! Not only did he cut her off, but also he scolded her like she was some small five-year-old who had just broken a vase. He had no right to talk to her.

 

“Understood.” She kept the sarcasm light, knowing that, although he had already ruffled her feathers, she had to keep their relationship light and as close to friendly as possible. She would be working with him, after all.

 

“Anyways, as I was saying,” she continued. “What the hell are you doing here?”

 

His eyes widened slightly at the somewhat personal question. Frowning slightly, he turned to take a swig of beer before contemplating the answer he would give. He could not possibly give her the satisfaction of answering with a personal response. Furthermore, he could not possibly be one to tell her that he was, in fact, a Dom, and well-known throughout the scene, having been involved in it for the past six years of his life. He could not possibly be able to give her such a response. Especially since he had found himself immediately attracted to her, and had wanted her as his Sub. No, he would not give her the satisfaction of replying with his own personal statement.

 

He was going to make it up. Or, at least, simply exaggerate the real reason behind his appearance at Erotika's.

 

“Have you ever heard of the words `under cover'? I am simply playing the act of a Dom just to get an idea of the scene and bar. I'm not really here for pleasure; I'm here for work.”

 

She didn't know why, but she heard an audible crack as a part of her heart broke. She didn't know why those simple, truthful words made her stomach plummet to the soles of her feet, or made her eyes suddenly burn with unshed tears, but it hurt. Why was she reacting in such a way to a man she barely knew? What was wrong with her? Had she completely lost her mind? In the past twelve hours, she had fantasized about him, made a strange agreement, nearly agreed to procreate with him, and found herself hurting because of him.

 

She barely knew him.

 

So why did it hurt to know that he really hadn't been attracted to her? Why did it hurt to know that he had just been playing a role?

 

She didn't know, and she didn't like it.

 

Forcing her lips to curl into a bright, false smile that never managed to reach her eyes, she thanked the club for the strong shadows it created. “Oh, well, I guess it's typical. The cops in all those books I read tend to always do under-cover assignments, and all, and pretending and all that is just part of the role.” She leaned back. “So, did Tai give you all the instructions of what to wear?”

 

He nearly choked on his beer. Was she trying to find a hole in his lie? Was she trying to delve for the truth? Or had it been just a simple, straightforward question with no double entendre? For a therapist, she certainly managed to confuse him, especially in the past twelve hours.

 

What a strange, unique woman.

 

She definitely appealed to him that was for sure.

 

There was only way he would be able to answer this particular question, which was with another lie. If he told her that he had known on his own how to dress, then she would immediately point the finger at him and call him a liar. So, he lied.

 

“Of course. I knew that Tai had been involved in the scene for a few years, that's why he's on the case, so I asked him for some pointers.”

 

Sighing softly, the exhaling of breath barely audible, she turned away to watch the crowd gyrate passionately, bodies rubbing against one another in lust and unleashed desire.

 

“So, you've known Tai for a few years now?”

 

Finally, they were on even ground, where he wouldn't dare to lie. The questions were less personal, and had grown more general, somewhat, concerning a common friend.

 

“Since we were children.” He sighed, the sound almost wistful. “We grew up together in Odaiba, same apartment complex and everything.” He laughed. “We used to fight all the time, but when we matured we became best buddies.” He didn't know why he was giving her so much information, but he just felt compelled to tell her all the cheerful, good facts about him and Tai. Maybe it was just the air she had, the aura about her that compelled those around her to tell more than they wanted to.

 

“Really? That's neat. Sounds like Sora and I.” She sipped her drink. “We grew up on the same block, of course; my parents had enough money to buy a house, while she lived in an apartment. To be honest, I always preferred going to her house.”

 

It was strange, the two strangers coming together in a bar, speaking to one another about past and present, discussing facts that had been unknown to so many others that had known them for longer. It was odd that they were comfortable enough to state such personal facts, but they didn't want to delve on such thoughts for too long; it would diminish the relaxing, comfortable mood between them.

 

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Sora watched them interact from the crowd, dancing, undulating her hips against Tai's in the rhythm of the song, her eyes constantly shifting from her wonderful, caring Sub to her best friend. It was quite strange that they had suddenly gone from two uncomfortable strangers, to comfortable acquaintances.

 

It was almost as though, in mere seconds, they had developed some form of a friendship. She continued to glance towards them, the strobe light coming on, creating a powerful effect as the couple stood and moved towards the dance floor, heading straight towards the Domme and her Sub. She instantly knew that they planned on dancing with them; the light in their eyes made it apparent.

 

The foursome danced for some time, touching one another, brushing each other gently, and rubbing themselves against the strangers around them. The men kept their moves light, simple, trying to continue to appear somewhat manly by not making too many risqué moves.

 

The girls moved against one another, mouths hovering at their throats, ears, lips, breaths mingling in a sensual, yet platonically comfortable fashion that caused their blood to heat and boil in their veins. Their hair swished and swayed as their gyrated, their arms liked flowing ribbons, moving softly, sensually in the air, caressing one another to the beat.

 

Mimi watched as Tai came up to Sora, holding her from behind, and the couple began to grind, Sora's arms still connected to Mimi's.

 

Perspiration coated their flesh, giving their bodies a slick, sleek feel, decreasing the amount of friction between each body. They were losing themselves to the rhythm and beat of the song, letting their bodies move on their own, letting their minds become one with the music. They succumbed to powerful beat, to the sensuality of it, and allowed their bodies to meld together in absolute eroticism.

 

It became sheer, utter bliss.

 

Arms twined around her waist, and Mimi leaned back against the taut, powerfully muscled chest of the man behind her. She knew who it was, but at the moment, she could care less. Right now, she was lost in the music, and did not want anything to bring her back to the reality of the world she lived in. She enjoyed living in a fantasy world, of being able to touch and no worry about being harmed, to be able to caress without worry, and to be able to love without pain. That was her ultimate fantasy life, and, right now, as the music was playing, she planned on living it. No matter what the consequences would be later on. That was for later, this was the now.

 

Her head fell back, resting against his shoulder as she moved her rear against his crotch, their hips twirling and shifting in unison to the beat, their bodies humping and undulating to the rhythm. Their clothing began almost unbearably tight as desire flowed through their veins, pounding in their hearts and minds, urging them to leave and release the desire.

 

But they couldn't, both knew it, and the little voice in their mind constantly reminded them of their current situation. It was the only hint of reality that they had at the moment, and, although they yearned to ignore it, they had to obey the commanding, little voice of reason.

 

So they let themselves go for now, let their bodies shift and move, let their sweat mingle, their flesh made sensual contact, they let themselves flow with the music, dancing as though nothing would ever bring them out of the dream world they were lost in.

 

Spinning around in his arms, she faced him as he placed a leg between hers and they resumed to grind against one another. The passion and desire escalated until it became near painful, and yet they continued to undulate against one another, thrusting their hips against each other's in one of the ultimate acts of passion.

 

Their lips brushed, soft and tender, yet excitingly erotic. Their hands caressed, brushing up and down their arms, kissing their skin with tender touches. Their breath mingled, gasping out softly against the line of their throats, against the smooth flesh of their ears.

 

The yearning increased with the beat, the undulations growing more passionate, more needy, their bodies aching to be flesh to flesh, mouths roaming along the sweat-coated skin, hands grasping and nails grazing.

 

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, aiding her in rubbing her groin against his, facilitating the entire process of gyrating her hips, rotating them in an excruciatingly erotic pattern that made his mind swirl with ecstasy. His hands lay just above her buttocks, urging her forward into a faster, rougher thrusting movement, aching for her to be closer, to rub herself against him until they died.

 

Their lips brushed.

 

His grip tightened.

 

Her eyes fluttered shut.

 

Their lips touched.

 

A loud, piercing, wailing scream filled the air, heard well above the roar of the music.

 

In sheer seconds, the music ceased, people glanced around everywhere, and more screams were heard from the opposite side of the club. The policemen let go of their dance partners, rushing through the fray of people trying to get out of the club, pushing through the mass to reach their destination.

 

She stood in the middle of the crowd, watching the crowd part as they ran around her. She had been so close, so terribly close that it terrified her. Oh, how she ached to be in his arms.

 

But not now, not when it was obvious that he was needed.

 

Grasping Sora's hand, she led the Domme through the crowd, pulling her closer and closer to their companions, nearing the destination.

 

A loud sobbing was heard above the dull roar of feet stampeding against the ground. It was broken by a few, high-pitched squeals of utmost fear and terror. She felt her heart wrench at the sounds of excruciating pain, her stomach twisting into multiple knots as fear lodged in her throat. What lay beyond was surely something that would change her forever.

 

“Tachikawa, leave Sora here.”

 

The orders were sharp, commanding, coming from the mouth of a certain blond that had instantly fallen into Police Mode. She jerked her head up at the command, glancing in the direction of the man.

 

He looked so feral, so demanding as he stood at the doorway of a private room, eyes darkened with leashed fury and an overwhelming sense of duty. The muscles bulged against the restraints of his shirt, and she couldn't help but look him over once, then twice, before turning to her friend.

 

“Sora, go by the bar, all right, keep Toshiya company.”

 

The girl arched a brow at her friend, frowning slightly in confusion. “But Mimi, why aren't you coming with me?”

 

Tai appeared out of nowhere, standing before the women, looking just as commanding at Ishida did, clad in the leather and vinyl outfit he wore.

 

“Because, my lovely Sora, now is the best time for Mimi to show us just how good of a psychologist she is.”

 

His words seemed to prophesize her doom, and she felt her heart drop, falling well past the floor, into the very heart of the earth. Fear instantly gnawed at her mind, urging her to turn and run, telling her to do anything but keep going forward. There was something there; something just beyond that threshold that was going to horrify her and create nightmares that would never leave her.

 

But she had signed the contract, she had agreed to all of the terms involving the case, including being accessible to all scenes.

 

How did she know that this was a scene? One could say that it was an instantaneous gut feeling she had as soon as Tai and Yamato switched personalities. Something deep down told her that something was wrong, something had to have occurred in order to cause such a shift, something dramatically horrendous.

 

Turning to her friend, she knew that her face had paled exponentially; she felt the blood rush all the way down to her feet, where her heart surely lay at the moment.

 

“Sora, please do as I say, go sit down somewhere, and don't come by until Tai or Ishida tell you to, all right?” She sighed heavily, looking her friend straight in the eyes. “I need you to do this one thing for me; something tells me that you don't want to see what I'm about to see.”

 

She watched as her friend walked away, knowing fully well that the girl hated being left out from anything situation concerning her Sub and best friend. But it was for the best; what lay past the threshold was not going to be a pretty sight.

 

Turning around, she looked up at the Detective standing before her.

 

“Mimi, I need to know that you really, truly, honestly want to help us. Right here, right now, I want the truth. I don't want you to lie; once you see some things, you can never go back. Right now, I'm giving you the choice to turn and walk away from this, and forget that you ever even signed a paper. Do you understand?”

 

She looked down at her feet, always in awe at how high she actually was from the ground, trying to focus all of her attention on the question her long-time friend had just posed her. He wanted to make sure that she was all right with her decision, that she knew that she would be making the right choice.

 

Immediately, the thing beyond that door initiated a greater sense of overwhelming fear.

 

She wanted, ever so much, to just turn away from this, to forget that anything had ever happened, and return to the boring, simple life she had lived before meeting the Lieutenant. But a little voice whispered to her, reminding her of the promise she had made to Rumiko and her friend's family. She had vowed that she would do whatever it took to avenge her friend's death, even if it meant forming nightmares of her own.

 

All she had to do was remember that the families of the victims were living their worst nightmares, unable to pull away from reality even as they slept.

 

Their dreams were filled with death and depression.

 

Facing Tai with a renewed sense of passion, she exhaled loudly, determination aglow in her whiskey eyes.

 

“I understand what's at stake. But I signed an agreement; I promised that I would help, no matter what the cost. I keep my promises, Tai, no matter what.”

 

He mimicked her loud sigh, turning away from her. “All right, Mimi, but just remember, I gave you a choice. Once you see this, you will not be given another chance to pull away from this situation. You will be instantly forced to stay.”

 

“I know. I appreciate your care. Thank you.”

 

She followed him towards the room, past a woman who lay curled up at the open doorway, a friend or family member attempting to soothe the girl with a soft voice and kind words. Trying her hardest to ignore the loud sobs, she gathered up whatever courage lay within her, and stepped forward, forcing her feet to pass the threshold of the private room.

 

Her stomach twisted as she looked up, eyes falling upon the bed laden with two, almost indistinguishable forms, tangled amongst the blood red sheets. One might say that the sheets had been torn and laid across the bodies, moistened from water to become glued to the skin. However, she knew what it was…

 

Blood. The blood was everywhere. Smeared across the walls, soaked into the sheets, dripping onto the tiled floor, and spread across the bare bodies before her. Their faces were twisted into crude expressions, eyes fortunately shut, mouths sealed closed.

 

The smell hit her; the thick, coppery scent of blood permeated the room and consumed her senses. She staggered back, bracing herself against the wall as screams lodged in her throat, blocking the sound from escaping, as well as the bile that slid upwards from her stomach.

 

Turning her face away, she fought to remove the ghastly images from her mind, yet they remained incessantly imprinted against the stark blackness of her shut lids. The scent stayed with her, as she ached to think about something, anything else that would draw her senses away from the bodies lying before her.

 

She wanted to run, to go somewhere and hide, to empty the contents of her stomach and pass out from sheer, psychological exhaustion. Never, not once in her life, had she seen such horrendous images.

 

A cool, soothing hand touched her bare shoulder, slowly easing the calming cold into her body, cooling her down from the heat of terror and confusion. She turned into the embrace of the person, urging them to hold her and pull her away from the tormenting scene.

 

“Tachikawa, I need you to be strong. Okay?” His voice had grown softer, loosing the sensual heat it usually carried. This time, it was tender, soft, and loving. “I need you to look at them and help me, okay?”

 

She didn't want to agree, she didn't want to go anywhere near the forms, but she knew, deep in her conscience, that she had promised to do something incredibly horrifying. She knew that it would be far easier to give up than to go on, but something inside of her told her not to give up. Not now.

 

His voice eased her, relaxed the tense muscles of her body, calming any horror attempting to consume her being. She didn't know why, but it managed to delve deep into the deep, dark crevice of fear she had fallen into, and he was slowly, kindly pulling her up and out of the abyss. She knew that she had not fallen too far, but it was far enough for her fears to overwhelm her senses.

 

She had seen enough death in her life.

 

Why must she see more?

 

Because she made a promise that she planned to keep.

 

“Ishida-san?”

 

“Hai, Tachikawa?”

 

“I, I'm ready to look right now.” He began to ease away but she stopped it. “If I puke, please, uh, don't tell Sora.”

 

Chuckling softly under his breath, he nodded. “All right, I promise.”

 

Forcing herself to calm down, pushing away all personal, fearful thoughts to the back of her mind, she locked her emotional side away. Coming out of his arms, she visibly changed. Her eyes had become empty, serious voids of brown, face utterly expressionless as she turned to the bodies. She had gone into her own, therapist mode.

 

“Okay, let's see what I have to work with.”

 

She turned away from him and her emotions, facing the horror that lay before her.

 

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“I'm going to the police station.”

 

Sora glanced up at Mimi, and tried her hardest not to throw herself in her friend's arms. The girl was pale as the waning moon, her veins standing out in a brilliant blue against the pallor of her flesh.

 

“What the hell are you talking about? Look at you, Mimi. You're not going anywhere except home.” The simple fact that her words focused purely on Mimi's well being as opposed to curiosity about the scene demonstrated just how worried Sora was. As well as how sickly Mimi must have looked.

 

“I can't, Sora, I'm not allowed. I have to go to the police station and help Lieutenant Ishida make up a report with Tai.”

 

Sora stood up, grasping Mimi's arms tightly, nearly jerking away as her hands made contact with the cold flesh. “Mimi, you don't look well. I don't care about what you saw or did, I just want to make sure that you'll be all right.”

 

Mimi smiled at her friend, fighting the urge to shake violently, the horror of the scene still painfully fresh in her mind. “You're such a great friend. I'll be all right. Nothing that a good, cup of coffee can't cure.” Sora prepared to butt in, but Mimi continued. “I promise that I will call you when I get there, and call you every couple of hours as an update, okay? Please, just go home and rest. You work early tomorrow, anyways. So, promise me you won't stay up all night and worry?”

 

Her friend sighed heavily, looking down and away from the pale woman. She knew that Sora wanted desperately to help her in any way possible and that Sora tried hard, but this was something that Mimi would need to work on by herself. It was something she would have to adjust to; Yamato was planning on showing her the rest of the corpses in the morgue that night.

 

Tai seemed to appear out of nowhere; it seemed as though he enjoyed doing that. Smiling down at Sora, he quietly slipped his hand against hers, twining his fingers around hers.

 

“You're lucky I'm a Detective; anyone of lower status would not have been able to keep you here,” he said.

 

He gestured to the inside of the cub, where Sora remained stationed at the bar, waiting and watching while policemen and CSI units rushed back and forth, hurrying to the room, questioning witnesses, and discussing important information with the owner, Jyou.

 

It had been the first time Mimi had seen the mysterious man out of his office, and even then, she barely got a glimpse of him as he beckoned the Commander into his office to discuss the current situation. Yamato had been asked to stay on the scene and ensure that everything went well.

 

Sora scowled up at Tai. “Yeah, I really appreciate having nothing to do while you play policeman. How about you use those great powers of yours to make Mimi come home? Apparently Yamato is dragging her to the bloody police station!”

 

Tai scratched the back of his head in response, giving her a slightly sheepish look before fidgeting with his feet. “About that …”

 

She twirled around on both of them. “Is there something you're not telling me? If you don't tell me soon, I promise that I will find out, and if I have to find out on my own, I won't be happy.”

 

Mimi sighed, speaking up before Tai had a chance to form some sort of creative lie. “I agreed to help them.”

 

Sora paused, arching a brow at her friend. “What are you talking about?”

 

She tucked a stray strand behind her ear. “Sora, I promised to help Lieutenant Ishida and Tai create a profile for a killer. I'm helping them with the case.”

 

Sora swallowed thickly. “And what case is it?”

 

“I can't tell you.” She turned slightly as she saw Yamato calling her to hurry up. “Look, Sora, I have to go. I'll … I'll tell you everything I can when I get back, all right? I promise. We'll sit down, have a nice lunch or supper, and talk about everything. I have to go.”

 

Sora wanted to reply with something cruel, something infuriating as her friend walked away, but she knew that it would only add insult to the injury. She saw the painful regret in her friend's eyes, the yearning to tell the truth, but the constant need to follow the rules given to her. Mimi had always been one to put herself on the line for others. She only hoped that, this time, she lived through it.

 

Last time she almost hadn't.

 

I know that the ending was a bit rushed, but I'm trying to make these a decent length, meaning not TOO long, but not TOO short. They are, on average, 10 pages long in word, size 12 font. So, I'm pretty happy with them. Anyways, please keep up with the lovely reviews.

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Oh, and yes, the song mentioned earlier is the Ian Van Dahl version. I think it's from one of the Final Fantasy games. I can't remember.

 

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