Yamato's Eyes

            "Yamato…"  Mimi stared at her own reflection, twists of wavy brown hair staring back.  "What color are my eyes?"

            "Brown."  Yamato replied lazily.  He held the pages of his book between fingers, glancing casually at its contents.  "This lemon meringue recipe sounds dry."

            "Not as dry as your sense of humor."  Mimi quipped, shifting her gaze to meet his backwards form in glass.

            "Touché."  She could almost feel him smiling, "And vain."

            "Yama-kun…"  She whined, pulling her hair back then letting it fall over her shoulders again, "would it hurt to be more specific?"  He tipped his head backwards, lying across the couch.  Blonde hair falling out of his eyes.  Staring.  Pondering.  One minute.  Two.

            "Come closer my child."  The invitation was cute and, somehow, sarcastic.  Mimi pried herself from the mirror and around the back of the sofa.  Taking a place before him she swept her hair off her shoulder and met his eyes.

            The really breathtaking thing about him was his eyes –Mimi had always admired them.  She wondered of she'd ever said.  In the days of the Digital World they had never been close.  More like well-known acquaintances who defied death together.  His eyes had always been cold in a way, somehow distant.  And strangely inspiring, as well. 

Those same eyes she stared into at that moment were no longer cold nor distant.  They were warm summer rivers with cool stones beds.  Somehow familiar each time, and yet…different from the last minute.  They never lost the inspiration.

            Yamato parted his lips to speak,

            "You have…"  His lukewarm hands rested on her face, "the most edible eyes I have ever seen."

Then something curious happened.

            He brought her face forward and kissed her eyelash.  Such a grace to the gesture Mimi never thought possible before.  Her thoughts filled with feathers settling weightlessly on a breeze.

            "Caramel." He murmured, fingers gently brushing through her hair.  "Like caramel."

            "Yamato…"

Mimi took a deep breath and stood back.

            She wanted to tell him of rivers running in his gaze –about the past.  When they first met.  Or farther, when they might have seen each other at the same school.  All the things she could see.  She wanted to praise him for his beauty and strength as he praised her subtly every day.  But the words were stubborn, and wouldn't give in.

            She blurted, "Do want to know what color I think your eyes are?"

All the while reprimanding herself for her clumsiness.

But Yamato didn't seem to notice.  The sensitive, tender look in his eyes was fading back into their secret hideaway.  Flickering.  Disappeared.

            "You already told me, Mimi-san."  She watched the flipping titles of his book –chocolate fudge, vanilla frosting…

Caramel.

She shivered inwardly.

            "You told me when you said my name, just then."

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Bandai and Toei Animation.  Artemis owns nothing. -.-;;