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beermanoftana · 3 years ago

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age doesn’t matter (i’ll always be crazy for you)

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“You can’t just turn back time.”

“Why not?”

- 13 going on 30

here’s my february entry for my own challenge + mimato 2022 february! this one is a little longer than i expected but i think i like it! it took me a few days of the last week of the month and i’m glad i was able to make it before the day ends (here).

so again, this is part of the it’s just like in the movies series, and obviously a mimato fic. let’s go!

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it’s just like in the movies masterlist

For Yamato, life was pretty good. Above-average grades, bassist and main vocals in a band, and a good set of friends.

But for his best friend Mimi, life was…just okay.

She had average grades, she was not part of a band despite Yamato encouraging her to share her voice, and a few friends. But that was fine by her. She knew Yamato’s other group was not the best, but at least she was sure that hers were honest and liked her for who she was.

She had tried telling Yamato about his side, even his younger brother Takeru agreed with her. But he would not have it. She gave up at some point, at least he still hung out with her. What would she do if her childhood and best friend stopped talking to her? Although he was a year older, he did not treat her as if she was a kid.

“Are you going to the gig?” he asked, leaning on her desk.

Mimi sighed. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know, of course you’re going.”

She pouted. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“So?”

“There’s going to be a crowd,” she replied. “And they’re each bringing their own dates, which is twice the crowd.”

Yamato snorted. “I’ll save you front row seats.”

Mimi thought for a while. “On the house?”

He smirked.

“Okay, I’m going.”

He grinned. “Great!” He stood up straight and began to walk away. “I’ve got practice, I’ll see you later.”

She brought her hand and gave it a slight wave. When he had disappeared, her friend Koushiro replaced him. “Taichi and Sora are waiting for us outside,” he said. “Or are you going to wait for him?”

She looked at Koushiro then at the door. “No, let’s go.”

It was not unusual for her and Yamato to head home together. After all, they were next-door neighbors. However, it was getting rarer and rarer. With him having band practice and hanging out with his friends, she would find herself either going home alone or with her other smaller group.

When she arrived home that day, she peeped out her window, splitting the blinds with her two fingers, and looked for any signs of Yamato. Albeit she knew that he was still practicing, it was sort of a habit of hers now. When she first started going home without him, she would take a peek to see if he had arrived home, she was excited to know what had been going on with him.

Unfortunately, often he would come home too late and she would be too tired to talk. So she stopped waiting. Well, that was what she would say to herself.

When she saw no signs of him, she walked away from the window and flopped on her bed. Grabbing a magazine from her floor, she flipped through it before pausing at a headline.

“Thirty, flirty, and thriving,” she murmured. “Hm.” She scanned the cover and found attractive women, seeming to be in their thirties, who had their own little story to share. She twisted the magazine sideways and down before throwing it back down on the floor. “If only.”

Later that night, after dinner and back in her room, Mimi heard Yamato’s voice. He was talking to someone and laughing at what the other person had said. She frowned before shaking her head. She pulled up her blanket, turned off her lamp, and closed her eyes.

Valentine’s Day had arrived and Mimi tried her best to push her way to the front of the bar where the mini-stage was. When she finally reached it, she let out a sigh of relief as she sat down.

“Hey, you made it!” Yamato grinned while he approached her. “Are you doing okay?”

She nodded. “Big crowd,” is all she said.

“Yeah.” He nodded as he scanned the place. “Hey.” She looked up at him as he took out his phone and focused it on her. “Smile.”

Mimi giggled and did as she was told.

Yamato had a knack for taking pictures of her. It all started when she admitted that she liked cameras, she loved cameras. Because they help keep fond memories together. Yamato surprised her once, with a small, colorful camera. She was the first one he ever took a picture of…and so far the only.

“I’ll be up in a bit. Need anything?”

She shook her head. “I’m good.”

He smiled. “Come backstage for me after the show.”

“Would they let me in?”

He chuckled and then leaned down and whispered, “The password is ‘harmonica’.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Okay.”

The show was great. The band was getting better and better, she had to admit. Yamato was the best among them all and she was proud to have him as a best friend. She grinned the whole way through the gig, feeling very, very proud.

When it was done, she took a few minutes to allow the crowd to disperse before walking to the back. The security had held her back but when she used the word “harmonica”, she was surprisingly let in. She found Yamato chatting with a girl, she did not know her so she probably was not from school. What surprised her though, was when he leaned down and kissed her.

Mimi did not know what was happening. One minute she was standing backstage. Next, she was on a bench underneath an oak tree. She replayed the scene over and over again, taking deep breaths as she did. Her hands gripped the edge of her skirt and she suddenly began to sniffle.

What was happening to her?

She sobbed. If she was more than who she was now, would he notice her?

Oh no. She wanted Yamato to notice her. Oh no.

She shook her head. Remembering the magazine she had flipped through a few days ago, she wished to become like one of those successful women. She needed to be one of those successful women.

“Thirty, flirty, and thriving. Thirty, flirty, and thriving,” she chanted as the wind became stronger and stronger. Continuing her mantra even with tears and quivering lips, she hugged herself. “Thirty, flirty, and thriving. Thirty, flirting, and thriving….”

And again, she found herself in a place she did not know where.

She stared at the ceiling. That was not her ceiling. The bed she was lying on was too comfy. And there was a man sleeping beside her.

She froze. There was a man sleeping beside her.

She slowly pushed herself up from the bed, careful not to wake up her companion, whoever he was. Thankfully, she was fully clothed, as was the man. There were glasses on his bedside table and she wondered if she knew anyone wearing them.

“Um…hello?”

He did not budge.

She poked him. “Hello?”

Again, no movement.

She frowned and finally shook him. “Hello!”

The man jerked away and turned around to face her. “It’s still so early, Mimi.”

“Early?” she wondered. She looked around and found an alarm clock on her side table. It was 10:34 A.M. on a Thursday. “I’m late for school!”

The man sat up and rubbed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s ten-thirty on a Thursday, my attendance record is ruined!”

The man looked at her quizzically. He grabbed his glasses and put them on. “It’s too early for jokes, Mimi.”

“I’m not—wait, I don’t even know who you are! Who are you? I don’t know where I am! Where am I?”

The man sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his glasses hanging by the tips. “I’m not in the mood for jokes, Mimi.” He stood up from the bed and headed out of the room.

It was then that Mimi became terrified. What was happening? She looked down. She was still in her body but were those…did she have boobs now? Her eyes widened. “No way.” She turned her head left and right and found a full-body mirror nearby the window. Scrabbling off of the bed and running to the mirror…she nearly screamed, or maybe faint, whichever, at what she saw.

It was her. Definitely her. Just taller. Looked a little older. And with boobs.

She looked around the room. “This is a dream,” she murmured. She dashed out the room, barefoot, and inspected the whole place. It was obviously an expensive flat. Were her parents here, too?

“Mama! Papa!” she called. “Mama! Papa!”

A door opened and out came the man looking less sleepy. “Why are you calling for your parents?”

“Aren’t they here?”

“You’re acting really weird, Mimi.”

“Stop calling me by my name! I don’t even know who you are!”

The man groaned. “I’m going to prepare for work.”

‘He didn’t answer me!’

She was just about to march towards the man again when a phone rang. She recognized the ringtone. So she knew it was hers. It was loud and ringing but she had no idea where it was.

“Mimi!” the man shouted.

“I’m looking!” she shouted back.

She did her best to follow the ringing and she found the phone on the couch. She looked down at the caller and saw Hikari Yagami on the ID. She grinned and then answered. “Hikari!”

“Oh, good morning, Mimi. I’m sorry to call so early but—”

“What’s happening?” Mimi demanded.

“Um. Your meet and greet session was moved to one P.M. rather than its later schedule, and a song re-recording, too. But you’re free the rest of the day.”

“Hikari! Do you know what’s happening?”

“I…what do you mean?”

“Can I see you now?”

“Of course. Would you like to meet at the office?”

“I don’t know where I am.”

“I don’t understand….”

“I don’t know where I am,” she repeated.

Hikari stayed silent. “Maybe I should come to you.”

“Good. Great. Good idea.” She sighed in relief. “Please hurry.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Even though it only took half an hour, Mimi felt as if she was waiting for thirty years. The man was still inside the room and so she could not get changed and was instead pacing by the door.

Finally, a knock and she opened the door all too quickly.

“You know better than to open the door without looking, Mimi,” Hikari deadpanned as she entered.

“Sorry,” Mimi said with a nervous chuckle. Once she had closed the door, Hikari was already in the living room. “Hikari.”

“Are you okay, Mimi?” Hikari asked once she had settled down on the couch. Mimi followed and sat close to her. “You seem out of it. And you aren’t…dressed.”

“I am out of it,” Mimi replied. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“That’s alright. It was a pretty late night when we brought you home. What don’t you remember?”

“Everything!” Mimi nearly yelled. “One minute I was in a park, the next thing I knew I was waking up with a man beside me! And I look much older!”

Hikari cocked her head. “But we didn’t go to the park. And Jyou stayed over to tuck you in properly. And you don’t look any older to me.” She squinted. “You’re perfect, as always.”

Mimi pursed her lips. “Hikari,” she said quietly. “I think my wish came true.”

“What wish?”

Mimi sighed and whispered, “Thirty, flirty, and thriving.” But Hikari heard her clearly as she raised an eyebrow. “I saw it in a magazine a few days ago and…,” she trailed off. “I wished it after I saw…well, it’s embarrassing really.”

Hikari smiled. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Mimi shook her head. “What is happening, Hikari?”

Hikari stayed quiet, she looked as if she was thinking. “I’m still confused. I don’t know what’s really happening to you. Could you start from the beginning?”

And so Mimi did. She repeated the magazine slogan and recalled what had happened the night before…or whenever that was. When she had finished, her head was bowed down, a frown on her face. She waited for Hikari to laugh or tell her that she was losing her mind, but she heard nothing. She looked up and saw her biting her bottom lip.

“So that’s how it is,” she said.

Mimi nodded.

They were silent until a door closed and she looked up to see the man, whom she remembered Hikari saying was Jyou, stepped out and walked over to her. He nodded at Hikari and greeted her. “You’re here early.”

“Mimi needed some help.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense. She’s been acting a little weird this whole morning.” Jyou shrugged and kissed Mimi’s forehead when he was close rough, making the girl blush. “I’ll see you, okay. I’m not sure if I can stay over tonight.”

“Um…uh…well….” She did not know what to say. She turned to Hikari for help, the younger girl nodded slowly as if telling her to keep up the charade. Mimi cleared her throat. “Yeah, sure. That’s fine. I’ll see you.”

Jyou lowered his head and kissed her, making her jerk slightly, surprised. When he had stood up straight, he waved goodbye, and headed out the door. When he closed it from the outside, Mimi whined. “That was my first kiss!”

Hikari smiled, looking amused. “I’m sorry he stole it.”

“And I don’t even know who he is!”

“That’s Jyou Kido. He’s supposed to be your boyfriend. He’s a very successful doctor. You met when you had a bad accident on stage.” She tilted her head. “But…I think you’ve always liked someone else.”

Mimi looked at her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Hikari shook her head. “So, where do you want to start.”

It turns out, Mimi was now a successful singer. She had begun singing when she reached high school, finally succumbing to the pressure of her family and friends cheering for her to share her voice. She ended up enjoying it and was discovered by a producer. She remained friends with Taichi, Hikari’s older brother, Sora, and Koushiro. Hikari had become her PA, which Mimi wondered about knowing that she had always wanted to become a teacher. Hikari had married Takeru, Yamato’s younger brother. Which led to the question she had dreaded.

“What about…Yamato? He’s your brother-in-law now, right?”

Hikari cast her eyes down. “You two…just drifted apart.”

“Oh,” was all Mimi could say. Hikari looked back at her. “What’s he doing now? Is he still part of a band?”

Hikari shook her head. “No. He stopped playing. He still has his harmonica, but he’s now a photographer.”

“Photographer?” Mimi asked in surprise. “Why?”

Hikari shrugged. “He suddenly found a new love for it. He’s very good at it, too. You should see his works. I mean, you’ve seen them but why not see it now?”

But Mimi was not thinking about his photos. Instead, she was wondering why she and Yamato had fallen apart. What had happened? Did she do anything wrong? Did he do anything wrong? ‘There’s got to be some explanation.’ She returned to listening to Hikari talking about his achievements. “Do you know how we drifted?” she interrupted. “Or why?”

Hikari paused. “I…um…you…well.”

“Well?”

Hikari took a deep breath and exhaled. “It was after that Valentine’s Day gig. The one you said you were in before you woke up at this moment. He looked for you after, but you left. At first everything was fine, but you suddenly started to become distant, then avoided him. We all wondered about it but you never told us why. Yamato gave up when he graduated and well…you guys just never spoke to each other again. You never even asked me for updates.”

Mimi sat there, mouth slightly agape. She tried to process the story. There has got to be a mistake, right? She would never distance herself away from Yamato, she would never avoid him. In fact, if they did drift apart, she was pretty sure that it would be him distancing himself away her, it would be him avoiding her. But her do that to him? No way. There must have been some understanding.

“That…maybe there was a misunderstanding? I’m sure there’s an explanation.”

Hikari shook her head. “You’d never say.”

Mimi sighed. Maybe that kiss between Yamato and the girl hit her more than she thought. No, it definitely did. “Where does he live?”

Hikari’s eyes widened. “You want to see him?”

“Of course. Maybe…I can fix things. Did he say anything about me, since we…you know, went our separate ways?” It hurt just to say that.

Hikari lowered her head and squirmed in her seat. “Not…really.”

Mimi felt her stomach drop. “Oh.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to see him again?”

“I can try,” she replied without much thought. “Who knows, right?”

Hikari nodded. “I suppose.”

Later that day, after she pried the younger girl for the address, pressured her to cancel the day’s plans, helped her with her outfit to make sure no one would recognize her, suggested some choice of words and filled in some blanks between her middle school self up to the “present”, and a pep talk, Mimi was ready to go.

Luckily, the city did not change much, and she knew the building Hikari had given her. It was a bit far from the hustle and bustle, it was very Yamato. When she had arrived and stood in front of the door, she shifted from foot to foot before knocking lighty. She heard nothing for three seconds, and it made her change her mind. Just as she was about to turn, the door opened, the chain still in tact.

There stood Yamato. He looked older, and much taller. But he was still very handsome.

“Uh. Hi.” Mimi was nervous, she gripped her purse tightly. She was not even sure if he would se through her disguise. “I…um….”

But then he shut the door. Mimi blinked, wondering if he was that mad at er. Then he heard a clank of the chain and Yamato opened the door once again, this time, wider. This surprised her. Yamato leaned on the door, his eyes scanning hers.

“I…it’s me,” she started. “I don’t know if–”

“Mimi Tachikawa,” he said softly.

“Uh. Yeah.”

Yamato sighed. “What are you doing here?”

“I…it’s a long story really. But I don’t think you’d believe me.”

“Try me.”

Mimi opened her mouth but closed it at the last minute. “It’s my fault isn’t it,” she said instead. “That we’re in this situation.”

He sighed. “I guess you can say that.” They heard voices along the hallway and he instructed her to get in. She did as she was told and he apologized for the mess. Or, what he called a mess.

“Do you want anything?”

“No, it’s alright.”

Yamato nodded and gestured towards his sofa. Mimi sat down and then watched as he followed.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

Mimi stared at him for a while. When he gave her a questioning look, she laughed nervously. “It’s so nice to see you.”

He looked taken aback, but his face softened and he said quietly, “Likewise.”

“I heard you were into photography now.”

Yamato blushed but nodded. “Yeah. I realized I’m better at it then I thought.”

“You were always good at everything.”

This made him smile. “Thanks.”

Mimi took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry about what happened between us, Yamato. I think we should start over again. We can rekindle our friendship, pretend nothing had happened in these past years. Hikari told me it was my fault and I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean Hikari told you it was your fault? You didn’t know?” His gritted his teeth.

Mimi shook her head. “That part isn’t important. But I do want to be friends with you again. If this situation is going to go on forever then I don’t want to be in bad terms with you.”

He huffed. “You can’t just turn back time.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t work that way, Mimi!” he shouted.

Mimi jerked back.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What you did hurt, Mimi. What happened hurt. You were my best friend and you just left me. You might think it didn’t bother me but it did. It really did. And I never got an explanation! You just up and left! I forgive you, Mimi, I really do. But I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said softly.

Yamato shook his head. “You’re a successful singer, Mimi. And I’m just a photographer. Whatever happens…our relation–friendship, wouldn’t work. And anyway, you’ve got Jyou Kido now.”

“So?”

Yamato looked away. “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “I think you should leave, Mimi.”

“But, Yamato–” But before she continued, a picture behind him caught her attention. “Is that me?” she asked. She stood up and walked over to the wall. “It is me!” It was her in a recital, probably from high school, recognizing the uniform. She looked beside it. It was her on stage. Then another. And another. And another. They were all her.

“Why do you have pictures of me framed on your wall?”

Yamato turned away. “It’s creepy, I’m sorry.”

Mimi looked at the photos again. “You took all these?”

He nodded.

“They’re…perfect.”

“They’re not that great.”

“I think they are, and–” Another picture caught her eye. It was on his sidetable by his bed. She walked over to it while Yamato told her to stop. She did not. Instead, she picked up the picture frame. “It’s us.”

Yamato sighed. “It was the last photo we took of us together.”

“Oh.”

“I think you should go.”

“But–”

“Go, Mimi. Please.”

Mimi felt her heart ache. “Okay,” she said. She placed the picture frame back on the table and walked past him. But just as she did, he heard her say, “I’ve always loved you.” Her eyes widened but her feet did not stop moving. She opened the door, closed it behind her, and walked away.

She did not break down until she sat on the bench under the big oak tree. If only she could turn back time again, she would. She wanted to make everything right. She did not want this future, or present, or whatever this was. She did not want it.

“I want to go back,” she whispered. “I want to go home.”

The wind was strong and her hair was flying all over the place.

“I want to go home.”

And when she opened her eyes, it was night time again. There were no people around, but she was in the same spot. She looked down at her clothes and smiled when she saw the they were the same as the night of the Valentine’s Day gig, she stood up and jumped for joy.

“I’m back!” she shouted with glee. “I’m back!”

“Mimi!”

She turned to the side and saw Yamato sprinting towards her.

“Mimi!” When he stood close to her, catching his breath just a little, he said, “I didn’t see you backstage.”

“I…um…,” she began. But the memory of Yamato kissing the unknown girl flashed in her head. After taking a few deep breaths, she smiled and shook her head. “I had to clear my head. Too stuffy in there.”

Yamato nodded. “Yeah, it was. I was worried. You should’ve at least messaged me.”

“Sorry.”

He walked closer to her. “What did you think of the last song?”

“Perfect for the day,” she answered. “Crazy for You is such a classic. I’m actually surprised you guys did a good rendition of it.”

“Yeah. It was, wasn’t it…,” he trailed off.

“Listen,” she started, “whatever happens, we’re going to be best friends forever, okay?”

Yamato blinked. “Where is this coming from?”

She sighed. “I…know that after what I saw I was going to make a huge mistake, probably the biggest mistake of my life.”

“What did you see?” he asked.

She realized what she had said. Although she wanted to make something up, she knew telling him the truth was the best. “I saw you kissing someone backstage,” she said quietly. “I…I got jealous. And…I did things I was not happy with.”

“What do you mean ‘did’?” He sounded very confused. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s a long story,” she groaned. “What I’m trying to say is, I promise nothing is going to come in between the two of us, okay? Not even that girl I don’t know.”

Yamato stayed silent. “It was a test.”

“A test?” Mimi cocked her head.

“I wanted to see if there could have been something between me and her.”

“And was there?” She did not want to know the answer but here she was asking anyway.

“None.”

“Oh.”

He stepped forward. Mimi did not step away. Then, he leaned down and caught her lips. It was sweet and innocent. She liked it. She loved it. When they had separated, she asked, “What was that for?”

“That was another test.”

“Did I pass?”

He nodded.

“Do you think I’ll still pass when we’re older?” She remembered the relationship she had with Yamato in the future, she definitely did not pass back then.

Yamato raised his arms and held onto her shoulders. “No matter what age, young and lively, or old and gray, you’ll always pass.” He leaned down again, this time she met him halfway. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his lips hovering hers.

This startled her, as if he knew what was going to happen if she had walked away. “I won’t,” she responded just as softly. “I won’t.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mimi.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Yamato.”

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