(Gasp) Another story!
I thought I promised that Cabin Seven was my last new fic, but I guess I lied. I came across this story written by, Doughnuts of Miroku, which is where I got the idea for this story. I've wondered what would happen, and about twelve thirty last night this idea popped into my head. This plot has been done so many times, but I assure you that mine is different. Scrambling through the covers I grabbed the flashlight, a piece of paper, and a pencil. I wrote down my ideas in the dark at…oh—one. Some of you out there might think me as crazed, but I really didn't want to forget. Enough of my ramblings; onto the story. Man, thinking about it—I really was acting like a crazed idiot.
Disclaimer- I do not own Sailor Moon
Rated- Pg-13
Couple- Mamoru & Serenity
Title- I Never Said
Story Summary- Mamoru Chiba was a man of stature, a man of price. A wound about god. Exposed by a certain tabloid, his reputation was then and there destroyed, sending the message that this here man was gay; and at this time a Miss Serenity Tsukino entered into his life.
Chapter One- Tabloid
Began on: August 13, 2004
A Must Read!! – Some of you have read my story called, A Change. In that particular story the main character was the writer…in other words you were reading their point of view. I've decided that this story would be the same. Expect it's going to be a tad bit different—
You'll be reading Mamoru's memories, so the beginning is sort of the ending and the ending is sort of the beginning. That doesn't make any sense as of yet, but when I get to the end you'll all understand. Remember it's in Mamoru's point of view, the entire story, with a few exceptions…I think—A Must Read!!
Credit to the idea of gayness…I've never pondered that thought before until I came across a certain fic written by, Doughnuts of Miroku called: Brotherly Love. Mind you I'm not copying her story, but I'm giving credit for the fact that she gave me the idea—in some oblivious kind of way.
Credit to my guy friends, which will remain nameless. As you all should know the story will be in Mamoru's point of view, I'm a girl…so that should cause quite a hassle. What do guys think? I'm working off what guys say… If any guys are reading this story, I apologize if I—erm—stained the manliness? My guy friends are pervs…but you got to love them! So blame not just me, but them. (Grins)
I could remember that day so bloody well—
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I could remember—…
My head throbbed painfully as my eyes strained to open. 'Where in hell was that light coming from?' I didn't get up. "Ten more minutes…" I murmured out. Of course no one heard, because I was alone. A bachelor…and had no clue where my motionless body was lying. All I knew was of the pain that was coursing through my veins, and of course my ten-pound head.
"Damn."
I couldn't remember anything of the night before, but I knew I must've done something either horribly wrong, or extremely pleasurable. Hoping to God that it was second one. I was twitching slightly on the ground like a man going through a seizure. My hands felt around trying to grasp upon the fact that I was on a carpeted floor; hopefully this floor belonged to my apartment.
Was this even carpet? Or fur? I don't own fur—and that damn light! Where was it coming from? Each time I somehow manage to open my eyes the sheer white heavenly glow sent them shutting into a painful darkness. Groaning slightly I lifted my head to the right where I so happened to catch a glimpse of my charming, morning face. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Grinning slightly I started coming to.
I felt a bit better, but not as healthy as I wanted to be. Am I drunk? I think I just solved my question; I was indeed in the mist of a major hangover. In all this thinking I had finally noticed that I was still sprawled out across the ground. In—In what? My hands landed across my chest. Bare. "Hmm." My legs—Bare. My pants—None. Well, this was sure a predicament.
I'm naked, in the middle of some floor.
I think I was taking this all too gently, but I think I still had one article of clothing on—I think… My eyes had adjusted to the light at this point, and I was finally able to take in my surroundings. There was a bed—not my bed. A chair…everything in this forsaken hell was pink! "Second one…" I muttered out. Grabbing the chair for support I lifted myself up, to only lose my footing and land right back down. At that moment my legs weren't working—and I wonder why?
My own sarcastic humor was plainly pathetic. Teddy bears, flowers, piggy bank, and teacups? What was this women? I had to get out of here, but where was that bloody door! My head swerved to the side and landed across a picture. A handsome picture, but it was frightfully disturbing to know that someone had blown up my picture. When was that taken?
My eyes studied that portrait. Black disheveled hair, midnight pools, and a somewhat pale complexion. Built. Yep, that was me, but what was with all that white misty stuff, and where were my clothes? I don't remember posing in the shower…I would've at least put a towel on if I did. This chick was crazed.
I needed something to wear…where were my clothes? I had succeeded! I had finally stood up— Now, "clothes." I whispered out to myself. Going to this pull-y thingy I stumbled across her panty collection.
Lace, black, nightie, whoever she was, she sure had a collection. Thong…I wonder what I look like in one. Gah—a gruesome sight, not to mention the pain. Maybe it was the fact that it was only noon, or maybe it was the fact that I was growing deaf at the moment, but what happened next sent my heart racing.
"That's not going to fit you."
It was as if the devil had spoken. A sickeningly sweet voice was practically calling out my name, and hence my name was sounded—
"Mmmamoru."
She dragged out the 'm' enough to make me twitch. I was forced to turn around, and what I saw sent me cursing. A red haired vixen stood before me in my shirt, my pants, and I dare not think what other things she's wearing. Shaking my head slightly I headed towards her, which simply sent her into a fit of giggles. I was annoyed.
"What happened?" I asked her.
She looked up at me with those dark eyes of oxen; they held a certain gleam to them, which was quite strange. "I'll tell you later." She purred out.
Natsumi Satoshi was her name, my girlfriend for the past year. We were pretty much your average lovers, always kissing, giving each other gifts. Actually I was the one always giving gifts, but I didn't mind. For a short time I actually liked her, but then things changed. She was a wild one, always wanted to do this and that. We never really went all the way—at least I don't think we ever did—
My boxers were still intact, and it hit me like a rolling stone. I was at a company party the night before, I must've gotten drunk, and she must've taken me in; but I do think she has other things in mind. She moved up to me like a snake readying for a kill. I let out a gulp as I eyed her strangely. This wasn't very enticing, quite the opposite.
Her fingers traveled across my face—
"Not now." I muttered out.
Pushing her fingers away I quickly ripped off my shirt, since she so kindly left it unbuttoned. That certainly sent her screaming, or was she growling—I couldn't tell. Now…how was I supposed to get those pants off? I eyed her carefully as I buttoned up my collar. Maybe I could leave without pants? Ah, could work, I still had my boxers on. Picking up the tie that lay astray on the chair, I shoved that down my, shit, no pants, meaning no pockets.
My mind screaming to leave, but my body was thinking some other things—
"Listen Natsumi it's late…er…early I got to get to work."
She didn't seem to hear.
"My clothes, please?"
"Check in late Mamoru, it'll be worth it."
For who? Me and my taste in women. I didn't want to date the small, kind, sweet, girl next door—oh no. I had to pick the kinky one, which might not be to bad, but really—this was too much. I had a headache, I'm sore, and god knows what else.
Ruffling up my hair I turned straight to her. My fingers cupped her chin as my eyes locked onto hers. I was meaning to do this, might as well.
"I think we should break up."
I watch intently, she backed away, and I do believe I saw a tear. Man I felt bad. Letting out a groan I tried to explain. My back was her view, and my eyes were turned away.
"It's been a year, and I guess I got tired of the same thin--"
What the?
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My head hurt. I can't remember a thing…oh right, the break up. Out of all girls I've been with that girl was the most—ah can't think of the words.
"…ah…"
Where was I? My eyes opened and was greeting with a welcoming sight.
Silver hair flowed gently to god knows where. Eyes of a cerulean blue stared at me in such worry, such praise. Small, supple pink lips that parted slightly, and then turned into flashy smile. I was completely transfixed. She wore a black business suit. Her dress shirt was a bit unbutton giving me a good view of her cleavage; and her legs, my god her legs. Long, peachy, and that little black skirt sent me wondering. "Am I dead?" Oh what a way to go. Killed by your own women, well ex.
Laughter filled the room. Her laugh was so—I think my brain was damage. My head swerved to the side, there was a window, and what was outside I couldn't see. Come to think of it, there were other voices… There were flowers, and look the morning paper.
"W-w-where am I?" I asked her.
She stared at me with those eyes of blue.
"You're in the hospital."
That made sense. Who was she? Who am I? I sounded like some cheesy PG movie. What would the others say…? I broke up with my girlfriend who whacks me over the head with some object, and wake up days later in some hospital with a—Looking her over might not have been my best idea…
"Who are you?"
She smiled.
"I'm your new roommate. We were suppose to meet a few days before, but you've been 'sleeping'--"
Wait a minute.
"Roommate?"
That old coot would never let a girl live with me. Always afraid of the noise that that might cause, he wouldn't even allow me to bring my dates in; but that never stopped me before. Hey, maybe he's dead—that would sure turn my luck around. I grinned.
"Yeah, Mr. Whey was the one that set us up together."
Nope, he wasn't dead. Just like it for me to be happy about something one minute and not the next. Maybe he was drunk. Can't say I'm really complaining.
"Oh?"
"I think we'll have no problem, but if you--"
"No, no, I think I'm quite happy with his decision. Are you moved in?"
Throughout our conversation she had propped me up against a pillow. I was feeling a lot better—
"Yes, it's a lovely apartment."
"That it is."
Her eyes traveled around the small white room, and landed upon the flowers.
"You sure have a lot of admirers."
I smiled softly and followed her gaze to mounds of rose, lilies, and so much more. I wonder who sent them… She seemed to somehow understand my silent question, and so she went over to the flowers and lifted them up, and read them to me. The cards, I mean.
"These lilies are from a Miss Katoru, she says, 'Hope everything in that head of yours is still intact. Get well soon.'"
Katoru, a little pretty Asian that ran my errands, back at work. We're friends, but there was a time when we were more— I knew that, that little minx was still interested in me, by the looks in her eyes. Katoru, I mean. I watched her as she continued. There were people such as Susie, Tami, Katy, Megan, Gami, Fiore…wait a minute what kind of name was Fiore? And for that matter who was this, Fiore?
"Fiore?"
"Yep."
She said this with a grin. There were a dozen roses in her hands, and she was particularly giddy.
"He sends his condolences…"
"He?"
"He."
Why would a guy send me flowers? Who in the freak was he? I didn't know what the card said because I really wasn't paying attention, but it seemed as if it was the last of it.
"Well, I'll see you at home then."
She said this with a smile, but my mind was elsewhere. I watched her leave, and I couldn't wait to go home. Lifting myself up I quickly grabbed the newspaper before I settled back down. It still hurt.
I skimmed through the pages, but what caught my eyes was on the front page. My name, my picture—I don't remember being told about this. The headlines read, Secrets Out. My eyes searched through the page, reading a word every so often. 'Mamoru Chiba', 'wrong idea', 'ladies', 'not', 'taste', 'gay', 'love.' What? Gay!
"Written by: Natsumi Satoshi"
Satoshi!!!!!!
The roommate, no wonder. She thought I was—the—Mr. Whey…curses.
My eyes turned towards the roses. They were always my favorite—
"Fiore."
Lifting myself up, and throwing my legs over the bedside I manage to make it to those flowers. Grabbing the card I settled myself in the chair and read.
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Dear Mamoru,
You don't know me, but I'm hoping that we can change that. I found out that roses were your favorite, so I got you some. Women are horrid, and I believe we just discovered some common ground.
I found it so pleasing, that a man of your stature would go public about your personal affairs.
Get well, and maybe we can meet sometime, in person—well when your awake. I hope I don't sound too forward.
Best wishes,
Fiore
P.S. 592-0857
Call me.
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SATOSHI!
I need to call damage control. How long has that thing been out? So many questions, but there was that last sentence that just—just--sickened me.
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So ladies, back off, this here Mamoru Chiba has no interest in such. Men—come and get him—
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"Mr. Chiba, is it?"
Just like someone to interrupt a person going through a nervous breakdown. People have no life, this dude better not be Fiore—
Over, done. Do you like?
Chapter Two- Too Much
Summary- Mamoru has tried to control the damage done, but it has gone completely too far. Now not only does he have to deal with his fellow companies and friends, but also a one Miss Tsukino…who has just moved in.
A/N- I do hope you like it, and remember that I'm always available to answer your questions, just leave them in the review. Todays Friday the 13th! (Whimpers) I couldn't get this plotline out of my head, I hope that you guys like it, and if you do, I'm sure to write more!
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Ja Ne!