AN: I find myself in a similar position as many of the other writers of
fanfic where I seem to start new stories before I even finish my old ones.
I promise I will continue with the other stories I have started. For now,
I have started this new story idea that crept up on me one Sunday
afternoon. It will be a much shorter story than my other two. Please
enjoy!
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Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and its characters do not belong to me, but I claim rights to this story.
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Part One
Ikuko Tsukino gave the ailing cat a pat on the head in sympathy. "Poor thing," she murmured. She gave a sheepish and guilty looking Usagi a suspicious look. "Usagi, are you sure you didn't give Luna something that she shouldn't have eaten?" she demanded, hands on her hips.
"NO WAY! I didn't give her anything, that cat eats whatever she wants to anyways," yelled Usagi, automatically defending against any accusation. Her mom just didn't understand how stubborn Luna was and how she was the one forcing things on Usagi and not the other way around.
"Well, it looks like a mild case of kitty food poisoning," said Dr. Subaru looking at his clip board. "I'm sure she will be fine in a few days, but I would like to keep the patient in the clinic for observation for the next few days, just to be on the safe side." The vet looked at the drooping Luna more closely. "What an unusual bald spot," he commented.
"Why yes, that was the first thing I noticed when I first saw her," said Ikuko smiling at the vet and giving Luna another pat.
Luna was feeling too sick to even take too much offense at the bald spot comment this time. Usually the person who uttered that rude insult would get a swipe of her claws in their face, but this time, she felt so weak she could barely even lift her tail. She gave Usagi a look from the corner of her eyes. The worried looking blond was chewing her nails in anxiety over Luna's illness and Usagi's concern eased Luna's pain somewhat. She was a sweet girl, despite her clumsy, incompetent nature. The tired cat laid her head down on her paws and let her discomfort fade into sleep.
Ikuko filled out the necessary forms while Usagi and Dr. Subaru placed the sleeping Luna into her own cell. Usagi looked at the sleeping cat one last time and whispered some comforting words with a promise to come and pick her up as soon as the vet called. Dr. Subaru gave Usagi a kind smile and promised to take good care of Luna for her.
***
Usagi looked around her room. Gee, it feels kinda empty without Luna, she thought. It was unusual to have the room to herself. Ever since she had brought Luna home and had the powers of Sailor Moon entrusted to her, Luna had been a constant companion. Then again, without Luna's invariable nagging, maybe she can have some fun for once. Usagi flopped on her bed and stared at her ceiling. So what should she do now?
It was summer so no school, (yay!). No Ms. Haruna for three whole months. Who could she hang out with? Ami was in summer prep school, Rei was away with her grandpa at a summer martial arts camp for the week and Naru was on a European vacation with her mom. Even that nerd Gurio was at the summer sci-fi convention. Now if only the Dark Kingdom would also take a vacation.
Usagi stuck her tongue out at herself. Was she the only one without plans? Well, she could always go to the mall, or the arcade! Maybe she could keep that cutie Motoki, company. With that happy thought, Usagi bounded out of bed and flew down the stairs, her long pigtails flapping behind her. She told her mom that she was going to the mall and that she would be back in time for dinner. Her mom gave an absentminded acknowledgement and told her daughter to have fun.
With the usual Usagi speed, she flew out the door and zoomed towards the arcade. Ah Motoki, that dreamy smile, his friendliness and he made a mean chocolate sundae. Usagi started drooling with a dreamy expression on her face and she didn't even know if it was over Motoki or the thought of that sundae. Her Motoki and sundae clouded vision blinded her to where she was going and she narrowly missed having an embrace with a bus stop sign. A particularly loud snicker at the last moment snapped her out of her daydreaming in time to prevent her latest collision.
Usagi looked towards the direction of the snicker. Her euphoric mood evaporated the instant she laid her eyes on him. What a surprise, she thought with a scowl.
"Being a public hazard as usual Odango," said a coolly amused voice. He had on his usual green jacket and black shirt, and those darn sunglasses that covered up his eyes so that she couldn't even glare at him without seeing her own glare reflected back at herself.
"Don't you have something better to do than harass innocent pedestrians?" she retorted, hands clenched, ready for their nearly daily bout.
"Well, actually I do. But just thought I'd be a Good Samaritan and save you from your usual embarrassment Odango," he said taking off his sunglasses and giving her a smirk.
Usagi was momentarily taken aback by his good looks. She was still sometimes bewildered by his handsome face, too bad he had a minus zero personality. She felt a sudden cheer at that thought. Well, he's not perfect after all. He might be smart and good looking, but he definitely needs work in the personality department.
"What's so funny Odango?" said Mamoru waving his hands in front of her face as her thoughts wandered again. "Are you suffering from sunstroke?"
She batted his hands away and glared at him again. "No I'm not, and stop calling me by that stupid name," she huffed; embarrassed that he caught her lost in her thoughts, again. "Just go will you!" she said pointing him on his way.
Mamoru laughed and slipped his sunglasses back on. Giving her a cheery wave he walked on. "Later, Odango."
Usagi watched his retreating back with annoyance. What was with that guy anyways? He was always giving her such a hard time. And his superior attitude really got on her nerves. Hey wait a minute; is he heading towards the arcade?
He was unmistakably walking in the direction of the arcade and Usagi watched as he entered the automatic doors from a distance. She felt torn. She had been really looking forward to seeing Motoki and playing a few games, but she did not want another bickering match with that Mamoru-baka.
If only she could go in but not have him recognize her. Suddenly, the light of a 1500 watt bulb flared up in Usagi's mind. She can do it! With a devilish grin lighting up her features, Usagi whipped out her Luna pen from her purse triumphantly. Cackling with insane laughter, thoughts of the things she could do whizzed through her fiendish mind. Best yet, Luna wasn't around to prevent her from using it any way she wanted. Yes, this was going to be great.
So what should she be? She's been a stewardess and even a bride before, but she didn't think any of those things would have any effect on old cold hearted Chiba.
Usagi pursed her lips in thought. She was tired of Marmoru's teasing. She needed to get back at him. If she was totally gorgeous, and older, without the odangos, then he couldn't make fun of her anymore. In fact, if she was drop dead gorgeous, he wouldn't be able to resist her and then he would get what he deserves when she rejects him. She was almost rubbing her hands in anticipation of that moment.
Usagi looked rapidly to her left and her right to see if anyone was looking. Surprisingly, there weren't many people on the street, and none were looking at her. She slipped into a nearby alley.
Usagi had a vague idea of how she wanted to look in her mind. Almost giddy with anticipation, she held up the Luna pen. "Disguise power! Turn me into a totally smart, totally gorgeous model," she commanded, releasing a swirl of stars and lights. She felt the familiar shiver of power surge through her body whenever she did a transformation.
The transformation was completed as she did her signature pose. Glancing down, Usagi saw that she was wearing a chic mini skirt, a clingy summer top that she would have never dared to wear as herself and a pair of strappy, high heeled sandals. Pulling out the small compact from the matching white purse (the Luna pen even provides accessories), she looked at her face. Lively blues eyes framed by dark lashes peered back at her. Her makeup was flawless accenting clear skin, thick lashes and soft lips. Her hair was shoulder length, still blond but styled in the latest layered look. She even looked a bit older, closer to Motoki and Mamoru's age.
The thought of the two guys reminded Usagi of the plan she had to execute at arcade and she tried to break into her usual dash only to almost fall flat on her face because of her uncoordinated feet. She glared at the offending high heels which she wasn't use to. Even all those times she had to run around in her Sailor Moon boots hadn't made her any better with simple heels. Taking more cautious, lady-like steps, Usagi found that she could walk in them and they weren't so bad after all.
Walking past the few shops leading up to the arcade, Usagi caught a glimpse of her full body reflection on the large display windows. She looked like a knockout, no doubt about it, and she was ready to knock a certain Mamoru Chiba out.
***
Mamoru sat at his usual place on the counter with his mug of coffee. It was one of those rare afternoons that he had nothing to do other than relax. He had been looking forward to just enjoy the nice weather and give himself a rest from his hunt for the nijizuishou. He had even been up to running into Usagi, though it meant suffering one of her klutz attacks. Who was he kidding, he had been really looking forward to running into her, and now that their brief encounter was over, the rest of the day seem flat somehow.
He had hoped to run into her downing her usual sundae or milkshake at the arcade. Those encounters tended to last longer since that food addict would never leave a sundae unfinished, but it was not to be since he ran into her before even getting to the arcade. Uncharacteristically, he let out a sigh.
Motoki gave Mamoru a curious look as he polished the already gleaming counter. He didn't think he had ever seen Mamoru sigh like that. Putting on the usual cheerful Motoki smile, he walked over to Mamoru.
"Hey what's wrong? Not the coffee I hope?" he asked still making circular wipes on the counter.
Mamoru gave the friendly blond a smile. "Nothing Motoki, and the coffee is great as usual."
"So what's with the heavy sigh then?"
Mamoru looked at Motoki with surprise. "You heard that?"
"Yeah, it was pretty loud so something must be bugging you. Maybe I can help you if you tell me about it," offered Motoki.
Mamoru stared at the circular wipe patterns Motoki was making on the counter. He really wasn't up to telling anyone what was bugging him, especially since he wasn't even sure about it himself. He didn't want to sound like an idiot babbling about himself, or worst, like some poor slob spilling his problems to the bartender.
"Ah it's nothing really. Just thinking about my new summer job that's starting soon," said Mamoru smiling, attempting to make light of it.
"Really?" said Motoki skeptically. He wondered about Mamoru sometimes. He was a private person and a super control freak, something unusual for someone so young. If he was anymore uptight, his hair would go premature grey any day. And Motoki knew if something ever pushed Mamoru's control, it might all collapse like a house of cards.
"You know Mamoru, what you really need is a date," said Motoki grinning.
Mamoru looked at Motoki, one eyebrow raised.
"I'm serious. When was the last time you did? I mean I see girls falling over you all the time, so why not ask one of them out?" said Motoki grinning even more as he remembered a certain girl who literally fell over Mamoru numerous times.
Mamoru was also having similar thoughts of the same girl who ran, tripped and fell over him in various ways. He scowled at Motoki, reading the hidden meaning behind his smile. "I'm not up for it," he said taking another sip of his coffee.
"Seriously Mamoru, there's a lot of nice girls around. How about you do something wild? I mean really spontaneous," said Motoki warming up to the idea the more he thought of it.
"Spontaneous usually means hazardous and dangerous," said Mamoru, determine to stick to just his safe black coffee.
"No really, Mamoru. I say you date, the next girl who walks into the door who is over twelve and under forty," said Motoki cracking up as the idea rushed from his mouth.
Mamoru gave Motoki a disbelieving look. "You want me to just leave it up to chance and date someone I don't even know, who might be hideous or worst, some kind of psycho who walks into the arcade?!" asked Mamoru incredulously pointing to the arcade doors.
Motoki laughed raucously clutching his stomach. "No psychos come to my arcade, I guarantee it," he said between fits of laughter.
His laughter died on his lips and he almost choked on his own breath as the arcade doors swished open and what could only be described as a blond bombshell walked through the doors casually.
Mamoru followed Motoki's disbelieving look and felt his own breath choke a bit. For a moment, both guys were too stunned to speak. They could only stare at long legs accentuated by an extremely short skirt. Their gaze simultaneously traveled up to the tight top showing off more of that perfect body and then finally their eyes managed to reach a face that held them both breathless. Every guy in the place seemed to be going through a similar problem of a shortage of oxygen as they stared.
Motoki was the first to regain some senses and slapped Mamoru on the back hard. "Well," he breathed, "This is fate telling you to be spontaneous. I have never seen anything look so good walk into this arcade and trust me, I've worked here a long while. You've got to do it Mamoru. You can't give up this chance, ask this girl out and live a little."
They both continued to stare at the girl as she looked around the arcade. She seemed to look right at them in recognition and started walking towards them only to stop abruptly as if confused, and then walking towards them again, this time more nonchalantly.
Motoki put on his most charming smile and walked around the counter to pull out a stool for her as an invitation to join them at the counter. Mamoru mentally groaned at Motoki's tactics, slouching down a bit in his seat as if to hide.
Usagi felt herself warming to Motoki's smiling face. He always made her feel cheerful and she could bask in his smile all day. She had to mentally remind herself not to fidget too much and act more like the gorgeous model she was. She almost ordered a large super sundae when Motoki asked her what she wanted but stopped herself in time. That wasn't something a mature woman like her would order. She needed something a bit more sophisticated. Glancing at Mamoru, she saw him nursing his usual cup of black coffee and ordered coffee herself. Motoki walked to the coffee machine to pour her a fresh cup.
She angled herself to face Mamoru a bit and smoothly crossed her legs the way she remembered seeing Sharon Stone do in one of her movies. She looked at Mamoru from beneath her lashes to gauge his reaction and was rewarded with the sight of him sneaking a glance at her legs, gulp and then shift in his own stool uncomfortably. Usagi had to fight down a giggle rising in her throat. Who knew she would be capable of acting the temptress.
Feeling more confident after seeing Mamoru's reaction, Usagi turned to Motoki, who had returned with her cup of coffee, and gave him a stunning smile. The cup rattled a bit unsteadily in his hands at her brilliant smile as he set it down in front of her.
She took a sip of the black coffee and almost gagged. It was so bitter and icky, how did Mamoru-baka drink this stuff? A small tray with cream and sugar slid in front of her and she looked up at Motoki gratefully. Adding enough sugar and cream to make both guys raise their eyebrows a bit, Usagi sipped her coffee and to her surprise found that it really was very good. So that's why her father and Mamoru seemed addicted to the stuff.
"So, haven't seen you at the arcade before. Are you new to the neighbourhood?" asked Motoki.
"Yeah, um yes," said Usagi, silently reminding herself to talk like a mature woman and not some high schooler.
"My name is Motoki Furuhata, and this here is Mamoru Chiba."
Shoot, she didn't think of a name for herself yet. What name sounded sophisticated and mature but still beautiful, she thought racking her brain for a credible name. "Um, Meiko Akizuki," she said, blurting out the only name she could think of which happened to be a character in the last comic book she read.
"That is a beautiful name," exclaimed Motoki, a little bit too enthusiastically. "Isn't that right Mamoru," he said nudging the uncooperative man. I'm not going to let him blow this chance, thought Motoki determined to get Mamoru on this date.
"Umm yes is it Miss Akizuki, or Mrs. Akizuki," said Mamoru shooting Motoki a deadly glance.
"Oh it's Miss," Usagi assured him earnestly. She was beginning to clue in that Motoki was somehow trying to get Mamoru to take an interest in her. She was half grateful and also a bit insulted that he wasn't fighting Mamoru for her.
"Since she's new to the neighbourhood, why don't you show her around Mamoru," Motoki said brightly, nudging Mamoru again.
"I'm sure she's not-"
"Oh that's a wonderful idea," gushed Usagi, seeing the perfect opportunity to get Mamoru alone to execute her plan. "I would really appreciate a tour of this lovely city. Please." she batted her eyes lashes at him pleadingly.
Mamoru felt torn. On one hand, he didn't want to get involved with this girl but on the other hand, she was gorgeous. He felt his resistance crumble beneath the alluring look she gave him. "Well I-"
"Of course he will. When are you free?" Motoki answered for Mamoru.
"I'm free tomorrow. I can meet you here at the arcade at 10," said Usagi giving both of them another gorgeous smile.
"Then tomorrow it is!" said Motoki triumphantly.
Mamoru didn't even have a ready excuse against it and he found himself nodding in agreement.
Perfect! I've got you now, thought Usagi, giddy with anticipation. Mamoru Chiba, you're going to be in for it.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and its characters do not belong to me, but I claim rights to this story.
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Part One
Ikuko Tsukino gave the ailing cat a pat on the head in sympathy. "Poor thing," she murmured. She gave a sheepish and guilty looking Usagi a suspicious look. "Usagi, are you sure you didn't give Luna something that she shouldn't have eaten?" she demanded, hands on her hips.
"NO WAY! I didn't give her anything, that cat eats whatever she wants to anyways," yelled Usagi, automatically defending against any accusation. Her mom just didn't understand how stubborn Luna was and how she was the one forcing things on Usagi and not the other way around.
"Well, it looks like a mild case of kitty food poisoning," said Dr. Subaru looking at his clip board. "I'm sure she will be fine in a few days, but I would like to keep the patient in the clinic for observation for the next few days, just to be on the safe side." The vet looked at the drooping Luna more closely. "What an unusual bald spot," he commented.
"Why yes, that was the first thing I noticed when I first saw her," said Ikuko smiling at the vet and giving Luna another pat.
Luna was feeling too sick to even take too much offense at the bald spot comment this time. Usually the person who uttered that rude insult would get a swipe of her claws in their face, but this time, she felt so weak she could barely even lift her tail. She gave Usagi a look from the corner of her eyes. The worried looking blond was chewing her nails in anxiety over Luna's illness and Usagi's concern eased Luna's pain somewhat. She was a sweet girl, despite her clumsy, incompetent nature. The tired cat laid her head down on her paws and let her discomfort fade into sleep.
Ikuko filled out the necessary forms while Usagi and Dr. Subaru placed the sleeping Luna into her own cell. Usagi looked at the sleeping cat one last time and whispered some comforting words with a promise to come and pick her up as soon as the vet called. Dr. Subaru gave Usagi a kind smile and promised to take good care of Luna for her.
***
Usagi looked around her room. Gee, it feels kinda empty without Luna, she thought. It was unusual to have the room to herself. Ever since she had brought Luna home and had the powers of Sailor Moon entrusted to her, Luna had been a constant companion. Then again, without Luna's invariable nagging, maybe she can have some fun for once. Usagi flopped on her bed and stared at her ceiling. So what should she do now?
It was summer so no school, (yay!). No Ms. Haruna for three whole months. Who could she hang out with? Ami was in summer prep school, Rei was away with her grandpa at a summer martial arts camp for the week and Naru was on a European vacation with her mom. Even that nerd Gurio was at the summer sci-fi convention. Now if only the Dark Kingdom would also take a vacation.
Usagi stuck her tongue out at herself. Was she the only one without plans? Well, she could always go to the mall, or the arcade! Maybe she could keep that cutie Motoki, company. With that happy thought, Usagi bounded out of bed and flew down the stairs, her long pigtails flapping behind her. She told her mom that she was going to the mall and that she would be back in time for dinner. Her mom gave an absentminded acknowledgement and told her daughter to have fun.
With the usual Usagi speed, she flew out the door and zoomed towards the arcade. Ah Motoki, that dreamy smile, his friendliness and he made a mean chocolate sundae. Usagi started drooling with a dreamy expression on her face and she didn't even know if it was over Motoki or the thought of that sundae. Her Motoki and sundae clouded vision blinded her to where she was going and she narrowly missed having an embrace with a bus stop sign. A particularly loud snicker at the last moment snapped her out of her daydreaming in time to prevent her latest collision.
Usagi looked towards the direction of the snicker. Her euphoric mood evaporated the instant she laid her eyes on him. What a surprise, she thought with a scowl.
"Being a public hazard as usual Odango," said a coolly amused voice. He had on his usual green jacket and black shirt, and those darn sunglasses that covered up his eyes so that she couldn't even glare at him without seeing her own glare reflected back at herself.
"Don't you have something better to do than harass innocent pedestrians?" she retorted, hands clenched, ready for their nearly daily bout.
"Well, actually I do. But just thought I'd be a Good Samaritan and save you from your usual embarrassment Odango," he said taking off his sunglasses and giving her a smirk.
Usagi was momentarily taken aback by his good looks. She was still sometimes bewildered by his handsome face, too bad he had a minus zero personality. She felt a sudden cheer at that thought. Well, he's not perfect after all. He might be smart and good looking, but he definitely needs work in the personality department.
"What's so funny Odango?" said Mamoru waving his hands in front of her face as her thoughts wandered again. "Are you suffering from sunstroke?"
She batted his hands away and glared at him again. "No I'm not, and stop calling me by that stupid name," she huffed; embarrassed that he caught her lost in her thoughts, again. "Just go will you!" she said pointing him on his way.
Mamoru laughed and slipped his sunglasses back on. Giving her a cheery wave he walked on. "Later, Odango."
Usagi watched his retreating back with annoyance. What was with that guy anyways? He was always giving her such a hard time. And his superior attitude really got on her nerves. Hey wait a minute; is he heading towards the arcade?
He was unmistakably walking in the direction of the arcade and Usagi watched as he entered the automatic doors from a distance. She felt torn. She had been really looking forward to seeing Motoki and playing a few games, but she did not want another bickering match with that Mamoru-baka.
If only she could go in but not have him recognize her. Suddenly, the light of a 1500 watt bulb flared up in Usagi's mind. She can do it! With a devilish grin lighting up her features, Usagi whipped out her Luna pen from her purse triumphantly. Cackling with insane laughter, thoughts of the things she could do whizzed through her fiendish mind. Best yet, Luna wasn't around to prevent her from using it any way she wanted. Yes, this was going to be great.
So what should she be? She's been a stewardess and even a bride before, but she didn't think any of those things would have any effect on old cold hearted Chiba.
Usagi pursed her lips in thought. She was tired of Marmoru's teasing. She needed to get back at him. If she was totally gorgeous, and older, without the odangos, then he couldn't make fun of her anymore. In fact, if she was drop dead gorgeous, he wouldn't be able to resist her and then he would get what he deserves when she rejects him. She was almost rubbing her hands in anticipation of that moment.
Usagi looked rapidly to her left and her right to see if anyone was looking. Surprisingly, there weren't many people on the street, and none were looking at her. She slipped into a nearby alley.
Usagi had a vague idea of how she wanted to look in her mind. Almost giddy with anticipation, she held up the Luna pen. "Disguise power! Turn me into a totally smart, totally gorgeous model," she commanded, releasing a swirl of stars and lights. She felt the familiar shiver of power surge through her body whenever she did a transformation.
The transformation was completed as she did her signature pose. Glancing down, Usagi saw that she was wearing a chic mini skirt, a clingy summer top that she would have never dared to wear as herself and a pair of strappy, high heeled sandals. Pulling out the small compact from the matching white purse (the Luna pen even provides accessories), she looked at her face. Lively blues eyes framed by dark lashes peered back at her. Her makeup was flawless accenting clear skin, thick lashes and soft lips. Her hair was shoulder length, still blond but styled in the latest layered look. She even looked a bit older, closer to Motoki and Mamoru's age.
The thought of the two guys reminded Usagi of the plan she had to execute at arcade and she tried to break into her usual dash only to almost fall flat on her face because of her uncoordinated feet. She glared at the offending high heels which she wasn't use to. Even all those times she had to run around in her Sailor Moon boots hadn't made her any better with simple heels. Taking more cautious, lady-like steps, Usagi found that she could walk in them and they weren't so bad after all.
Walking past the few shops leading up to the arcade, Usagi caught a glimpse of her full body reflection on the large display windows. She looked like a knockout, no doubt about it, and she was ready to knock a certain Mamoru Chiba out.
***
Mamoru sat at his usual place on the counter with his mug of coffee. It was one of those rare afternoons that he had nothing to do other than relax. He had been looking forward to just enjoy the nice weather and give himself a rest from his hunt for the nijizuishou. He had even been up to running into Usagi, though it meant suffering one of her klutz attacks. Who was he kidding, he had been really looking forward to running into her, and now that their brief encounter was over, the rest of the day seem flat somehow.
He had hoped to run into her downing her usual sundae or milkshake at the arcade. Those encounters tended to last longer since that food addict would never leave a sundae unfinished, but it was not to be since he ran into her before even getting to the arcade. Uncharacteristically, he let out a sigh.
Motoki gave Mamoru a curious look as he polished the already gleaming counter. He didn't think he had ever seen Mamoru sigh like that. Putting on the usual cheerful Motoki smile, he walked over to Mamoru.
"Hey what's wrong? Not the coffee I hope?" he asked still making circular wipes on the counter.
Mamoru gave the friendly blond a smile. "Nothing Motoki, and the coffee is great as usual."
"So what's with the heavy sigh then?"
Mamoru looked at Motoki with surprise. "You heard that?"
"Yeah, it was pretty loud so something must be bugging you. Maybe I can help you if you tell me about it," offered Motoki.
Mamoru stared at the circular wipe patterns Motoki was making on the counter. He really wasn't up to telling anyone what was bugging him, especially since he wasn't even sure about it himself. He didn't want to sound like an idiot babbling about himself, or worst, like some poor slob spilling his problems to the bartender.
"Ah it's nothing really. Just thinking about my new summer job that's starting soon," said Mamoru smiling, attempting to make light of it.
"Really?" said Motoki skeptically. He wondered about Mamoru sometimes. He was a private person and a super control freak, something unusual for someone so young. If he was anymore uptight, his hair would go premature grey any day. And Motoki knew if something ever pushed Mamoru's control, it might all collapse like a house of cards.
"You know Mamoru, what you really need is a date," said Motoki grinning.
Mamoru looked at Motoki, one eyebrow raised.
"I'm serious. When was the last time you did? I mean I see girls falling over you all the time, so why not ask one of them out?" said Motoki grinning even more as he remembered a certain girl who literally fell over Mamoru numerous times.
Mamoru was also having similar thoughts of the same girl who ran, tripped and fell over him in various ways. He scowled at Motoki, reading the hidden meaning behind his smile. "I'm not up for it," he said taking another sip of his coffee.
"Seriously Mamoru, there's a lot of nice girls around. How about you do something wild? I mean really spontaneous," said Motoki warming up to the idea the more he thought of it.
"Spontaneous usually means hazardous and dangerous," said Mamoru, determine to stick to just his safe black coffee.
"No really, Mamoru. I say you date, the next girl who walks into the door who is over twelve and under forty," said Motoki cracking up as the idea rushed from his mouth.
Mamoru gave Motoki a disbelieving look. "You want me to just leave it up to chance and date someone I don't even know, who might be hideous or worst, some kind of psycho who walks into the arcade?!" asked Mamoru incredulously pointing to the arcade doors.
Motoki laughed raucously clutching his stomach. "No psychos come to my arcade, I guarantee it," he said between fits of laughter.
His laughter died on his lips and he almost choked on his own breath as the arcade doors swished open and what could only be described as a blond bombshell walked through the doors casually.
Mamoru followed Motoki's disbelieving look and felt his own breath choke a bit. For a moment, both guys were too stunned to speak. They could only stare at long legs accentuated by an extremely short skirt. Their gaze simultaneously traveled up to the tight top showing off more of that perfect body and then finally their eyes managed to reach a face that held them both breathless. Every guy in the place seemed to be going through a similar problem of a shortage of oxygen as they stared.
Motoki was the first to regain some senses and slapped Mamoru on the back hard. "Well," he breathed, "This is fate telling you to be spontaneous. I have never seen anything look so good walk into this arcade and trust me, I've worked here a long while. You've got to do it Mamoru. You can't give up this chance, ask this girl out and live a little."
They both continued to stare at the girl as she looked around the arcade. She seemed to look right at them in recognition and started walking towards them only to stop abruptly as if confused, and then walking towards them again, this time more nonchalantly.
Motoki put on his most charming smile and walked around the counter to pull out a stool for her as an invitation to join them at the counter. Mamoru mentally groaned at Motoki's tactics, slouching down a bit in his seat as if to hide.
Usagi felt herself warming to Motoki's smiling face. He always made her feel cheerful and she could bask in his smile all day. She had to mentally remind herself not to fidget too much and act more like the gorgeous model she was. She almost ordered a large super sundae when Motoki asked her what she wanted but stopped herself in time. That wasn't something a mature woman like her would order. She needed something a bit more sophisticated. Glancing at Mamoru, she saw him nursing his usual cup of black coffee and ordered coffee herself. Motoki walked to the coffee machine to pour her a fresh cup.
She angled herself to face Mamoru a bit and smoothly crossed her legs the way she remembered seeing Sharon Stone do in one of her movies. She looked at Mamoru from beneath her lashes to gauge his reaction and was rewarded with the sight of him sneaking a glance at her legs, gulp and then shift in his own stool uncomfortably. Usagi had to fight down a giggle rising in her throat. Who knew she would be capable of acting the temptress.
Feeling more confident after seeing Mamoru's reaction, Usagi turned to Motoki, who had returned with her cup of coffee, and gave him a stunning smile. The cup rattled a bit unsteadily in his hands at her brilliant smile as he set it down in front of her.
She took a sip of the black coffee and almost gagged. It was so bitter and icky, how did Mamoru-baka drink this stuff? A small tray with cream and sugar slid in front of her and she looked up at Motoki gratefully. Adding enough sugar and cream to make both guys raise their eyebrows a bit, Usagi sipped her coffee and to her surprise found that it really was very good. So that's why her father and Mamoru seemed addicted to the stuff.
"So, haven't seen you at the arcade before. Are you new to the neighbourhood?" asked Motoki.
"Yeah, um yes," said Usagi, silently reminding herself to talk like a mature woman and not some high schooler.
"My name is Motoki Furuhata, and this here is Mamoru Chiba."
Shoot, she didn't think of a name for herself yet. What name sounded sophisticated and mature but still beautiful, she thought racking her brain for a credible name. "Um, Meiko Akizuki," she said, blurting out the only name she could think of which happened to be a character in the last comic book she read.
"That is a beautiful name," exclaimed Motoki, a little bit too enthusiastically. "Isn't that right Mamoru," he said nudging the uncooperative man. I'm not going to let him blow this chance, thought Motoki determined to get Mamoru on this date.
"Umm yes is it Miss Akizuki, or Mrs. Akizuki," said Mamoru shooting Motoki a deadly glance.
"Oh it's Miss," Usagi assured him earnestly. She was beginning to clue in that Motoki was somehow trying to get Mamoru to take an interest in her. She was half grateful and also a bit insulted that he wasn't fighting Mamoru for her.
"Since she's new to the neighbourhood, why don't you show her around Mamoru," Motoki said brightly, nudging Mamoru again.
"I'm sure she's not-"
"Oh that's a wonderful idea," gushed Usagi, seeing the perfect opportunity to get Mamoru alone to execute her plan. "I would really appreciate a tour of this lovely city. Please." she batted her eyes lashes at him pleadingly.
Mamoru felt torn. On one hand, he didn't want to get involved with this girl but on the other hand, she was gorgeous. He felt his resistance crumble beneath the alluring look she gave him. "Well I-"
"Of course he will. When are you free?" Motoki answered for Mamoru.
"I'm free tomorrow. I can meet you here at the arcade at 10," said Usagi giving both of them another gorgeous smile.
"Then tomorrow it is!" said Motoki triumphantly.
Mamoru didn't even have a ready excuse against it and he found himself nodding in agreement.
Perfect! I've got you now, thought Usagi, giddy with anticipation. Mamoru Chiba, you're going to be in for it.
