Author Notes: Hey, all After my girlfriend started writing her story "My
Unrequited Love" (which I really enjoy reading, btw ^_~) she managed to
talk me into writing Minako's side of the story. Well, she pestered me
enough, and here is the first chapter.
Needless to say, this story is dedicated to her. Love ya, too, Beautiful ^_^ (Mushy Moment ™
The characters belong to the lovely Naoko Takeuchi, and this story has lemon tendencies of the yuri variety. If that upsets you or you're under 17 then you should probably read something else.
One last note: This story is written in Minako's POV. But beware, Minako is a very weird person, so her mind might be a scary thing to experience for some people. You have been warned. ^_^
The Unrequited Love: Minako's Side of the Story. Chapter One: It Begins
By Shikoku
"I can't believe how cute the guys are this year! If I had known high school had so many dating prospects, I would have studied harder on the entrance exams!" I grin, as my friend Usagi quickly agrees with me. We always had the same taste in men. I mean, her boyfriend Mamoru is a hunk! If I had arrived sooner, I'd probably have fought with her over him. But too late for that. Fortunately there are other fish in the barrel.
My other friend, Rei, looks skeptical. "I don't know... high school boys are so... immature." Rei is so picky about the opposite sex, it's a wonder she's ever let one touch her, let alone do anything else. Oh, but I know she's had experience. As the Sailor of Love, I have a sixth sense about these things.
"I can prove it! Take a look at that fine specimen over there." I say, pointing out a boy at a nearby table. He obliviously eats his hamburger, unaware that he is now being thoroughly scrutinized.
The other girls "ooh" and "ahh" over him (Usagi says he's not cuter than Mamoru though), except for Ami, who as far as I can tell has never boy- watched before in her life. She's busy doing her homework already, even though school is so two hours ago. She does pause long enough to tell us to wipe our chins though. So, we're drooling a bit? So what?
But I'm surprised to see that Makoto doesn't participate either. Instead, she sits and stares off into space. I wonder about what... My heart lunges in my chest; she looks so sad. I can't stand the thought of her being down...
"Mako-chan, are you okay?" I abruptly ask, causing the other girls to turn to look at her, too. Makoto had said something about having a lot of homework on her mind, but I don't really know if I believe her...
At first, she doesn't seem to hear me, so deep in her own thoughts is she. I reach out and touch her tentatively on the hand. Usually I avoid touching her, though I really want to. It just seems so sad... you know? Having her here, but not really being HERE. I'm afraid of touching her again, only to end up disappointed.
But I digress.
Finally she looks at me, and I try to smile reassuringly at her, though I really am worried. I know Makoto (probably better than she does!), and I know that she doesn't let mere homework absorb her like this.
"Are you alright, Mako-chan?" I ask, again.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Guess my attention wandered a bit farther than I'd intended." she says, but I don't believe her. She tries to hide it by taking a sip from her drink, but I keep my hand on her arm, until she finally looks at me again.
"I'm fine, really!" She laughs, but it seems forced. "Really." she says again, probably realizing that I don't believe her. "A storm's coming, that's all."
She's not going to give me any more for now, so I finally nod and take back my hand. I wish she would open up to me again. But that's probably asking too much...
Trying to ignore the return of my depression, I turn back to my other friends and try to rejoin their conversation. But this time my heart really isn't into it.
I keep sneaking glances at Makoto, hoping she'd finish her curry and act happy again. I wish I could make her feel better, but it's probably best that I don't get too close. She probably doesn't want me to. That thought only makes me sadder.
"It's time we should go," Ami says now, interrupting my thoughts yet again. I look up and see that the others are already getting up and gathering their things. Only Makoto still seems oblivious at first.
But then she reawakens and begins to leave with us. Against my will, my eyes follow her movements, being rewarded when she stands and stretches. I feel myself growing hot as I study the body I once knew so well, taking advantage of this vulnerable moment. But I quickly tear my eyes away when I feel her look towards me.
I hope she didn't notice my staring at her. The last thing I want is for her to think of me as a pervert.
Even though I really am.
I follow the other girls as we exit, only to find myself by Makoto's side, as we step outside into the streets. I smile, happy to see her, and I'm rewarded when she smiles back at me. She's so pretty when she smiles. I wish she would smile more often. The things I do to earn those smiles...
I'm rewarded further when Makoto blushes. I wonder what I did to deserve that... I know she doesn't blush very easily, and we did so many things in the past together that could cause us to flush.
Before I can stop them, memories escape, memories about the part of my past I try so hard to shut away. Warm memories that send shivers down my spine and unable to stop myself, I laugh.
Of course my laughing catches Makoto's notice, so I quickly shift my attention back to the other girls. Fortunately, they're doing something that could be considered funny. I would hate it if Makoto thought I was laughing at their conversation about a pet dying or something. The last thing I want is for her to think I'm heartless or anything.
Thankfully, before I could embarrass myself further, we all part ways, and I escape with Usagi to the safety of the mall.
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"Does this make my butt look big?" Usagi asks for about the millionth time, holding the billionth brightly printed swimming suit in front of her.
"No, it would look perfect on you," I say, hoping my annoyance isn't too obvious. Poor Mamoru. If this is what swimsuit shopping with Usagi is like, no wonder he refused to go along on this trip. It's very tedious. And this coming from me is really saying something cause I LOVE shopping!
"Are you sure?" she asks yet again , skeptically comparing herself to her image in the dressing room mirror. As if the mirror would lie to her.
"Yes, now come on, Usagi-chan. You must have found at least ONE good suit by now!" I moan, a bit of my boredom finally slipping into my voice. I mean, come on! It took me two tries before I picked out mine: an orange bikini, which is a bit more revealing than what I'd usually wear.
"Awwww Minako-chan!" Usagi wails. "I've finally saved up enough money to replace my old, moth eaten swimsuit! I want the new to look GOOD!" Then to my horror, she starts bawling. Usagi-style, naturally.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I say, wanting to keep the peace on the grindstone.. There's nothing worse than seeing the princess upset. Oye, I feel like a.. Rei. "I liked the pink and red swimsuit the best on you. You were very pretty."
"Really?" She immediately perks up and her tears instantaneously disappear. I swear the room grew considerably brighter. Usagi can really light up the place when she's truly happy.
The room brightens more when I nod. Yeppers, Usagi was back in typical Usagi bliss.
I probably should have just said I liked that suit from the get go, cause we were out of the store within minutes.
"So what next, Mina-chan?" Usagi asks, still beaming and clutching the bag that contains her new swimsuit.
"Hmmm.. good question.." I say, glancing at the nearby stores. My eyes fall on the new place in the corner that I've been dying to check out.. but I've been too squeamish to go in there by myself. Then to my horror, Usagi notices the store too.
"'Neko Yum Yum'? What kind of store could that be?"
I freeze up. There's no way I can let my innocent princess go in there... even though I've been dying to go in there myself, but that's beside the point!
There's no controlling Usagi though when she's set her mind on something. She's already entering the story, and all I can do is try to catch up with her. This turns out to be rather easy cause she's stopped dead at the door. And when I notice what she was staring at I stand stock still too. Wooooaaaaaah!
Lingerie. Miles of it. On every rack, as far as the eyes can see.. Really luxurious stuff, very drool worthy.
And that is exactly what Usagi and I do. After the shock wears off, we run through the racks of frilly stuff "oohing" and "aahing" over every piece of sexy clothing. It's sensory overload, I swear.
"Do you think Mamo-chan will like me in this?" Usagi asks, holding a pink number in front of her.
"Do you think Ma-" I stop myself in time. As much as I share with Usagi (she IS almost a sister to me) there's no way I can share THAT particular secret or the bag will be out of the cat.
Fortunately for me, Usagi lost interest in the pink lingerie and is now staring at a display case, which we hadn't noticed until now cause it's way back at the end of the store, farthest from the entrance and hidden from view cause of all the racks of lingerie. "Mina-chan, what's that stuff?" she asks, pointing at the display case's contents.
I look in and gasp. I now knew why the display case is hidden. Because inside are sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, lubricants, you name it. They even have a bondage section complete with handcuffs, blindfolds and whips.
I am absolutely shocked. Does the mall know they have a sex store in here? Or is it supposed to be disguised as a simple lingerie store, which isn't as uhm... controversial?
Oh yeah, and how am I supposed to explain what sex toys are to Usagi- chan? Who, despite the fact she is definitely NOT a virgin, would probably be absolutely scandalized if she learned about the kinkier levels of sex. And do I really want Usagi to know how much of a pervert I am cause I'm well familiar with said kinkier levels of sex?
Fortunately, while I'm frantically coming up with a proper explanation, I'm saved when a saleslady snuck up behind us and whispers seductively in Usagi's ear: "Those, are TOYS, honey. Shall I show you one and- (here she licks her luscious, red lips) how it works?"
Usagi and I spin around and stare face-to-bosom at the most drop-dead gorgeous sex symbol I have ever seen. She looks almost exactly like Urd from my favorite manga "Ah My Goddess!" only better, if that's even possible. And maybe a little older..
"Hi!" Usagi greets her, recovering quickly. "Sure, I like toys!" she adds perkily, forcing me to drag her away from the display case.
"No, she doesn't, really!" I exclaim. "She's too young for those kinds of toys!" Usagi looks at me, confused probably, but I do my best to ignore her.
"Oh?" The sales lady tilts her head, as if pondering what to do with the two of us. "What about you?" she purrs, obviously targeting the more experimental one. "Can I interest YOU in a vibrator? It even comes with an adjustable harness." She waves said harness at me, enticingly.
The sad thing: I'm actually tempted.
"Hey, Minako-chan! They even have anime here!" Usagi calls, breaking the vibrator's hold on me.
Kami help me...
I run over to the giant bookcases that were covering the sides of the back walls. Fortunately, Usagi manages to miss the cases that are just wall to wall porno, but she doesn't miss the animated stuff. I am ready to grab whatever caught her attention and throw it away, then drag her outta the store and back to her innocent little life.
But I fail. I get distracted because right next to the hentai anime videos are the hentai mangas, including manga created by fans. I spot one that's based on us mysterious Sailor Senshi... including scenes of our supposed selves, gripped in one tangled orgy that lasts from page five to twenty-five.. And the picture on page fourteen really keeps me immobilized from protecting Usagi any longer.
On that particular page is a full, top to bottom picture depicting a scantily clad Sailor Venus in full orgasm with an equally scantily clad Sailor Jupiter, head between my, I mean Venus's legs.
And the artist actually got what Makoto and I look like right!
Ooooooooooooooooooh, seeing that I almost have an orgasm right there just like the lucky me in the picture.
I continue to drool all over the magazine as I pay for it and the vibrator with adjustable harness for good measure, because I had a feeling I'd need to use it tonight.
I don't remember Usagi is with me, until we stand side by side outside the 'Neko Yum Yum'.
"That is such a cool store, Mina-chan! I'm glad I had enough money left to buy a new video: "Sailor and the Seven Balls!" she says, proudly holding up said DVD.
Oh dear Kami, help us all.
End Chapter 1
Needless to say, this story is dedicated to her. Love ya, too, Beautiful ^_^ (Mushy Moment ™
The characters belong to the lovely Naoko Takeuchi, and this story has lemon tendencies of the yuri variety. If that upsets you or you're under 17 then you should probably read something else.
One last note: This story is written in Minako's POV. But beware, Minako is a very weird person, so her mind might be a scary thing to experience for some people. You have been warned. ^_^
The Unrequited Love: Minako's Side of the Story. Chapter One: It Begins
By Shikoku
"I can't believe how cute the guys are this year! If I had known high school had so many dating prospects, I would have studied harder on the entrance exams!" I grin, as my friend Usagi quickly agrees with me. We always had the same taste in men. I mean, her boyfriend Mamoru is a hunk! If I had arrived sooner, I'd probably have fought with her over him. But too late for that. Fortunately there are other fish in the barrel.
My other friend, Rei, looks skeptical. "I don't know... high school boys are so... immature." Rei is so picky about the opposite sex, it's a wonder she's ever let one touch her, let alone do anything else. Oh, but I know she's had experience. As the Sailor of Love, I have a sixth sense about these things.
"I can prove it! Take a look at that fine specimen over there." I say, pointing out a boy at a nearby table. He obliviously eats his hamburger, unaware that he is now being thoroughly scrutinized.
The other girls "ooh" and "ahh" over him (Usagi says he's not cuter than Mamoru though), except for Ami, who as far as I can tell has never boy- watched before in her life. She's busy doing her homework already, even though school is so two hours ago. She does pause long enough to tell us to wipe our chins though. So, we're drooling a bit? So what?
But I'm surprised to see that Makoto doesn't participate either. Instead, she sits and stares off into space. I wonder about what... My heart lunges in my chest; she looks so sad. I can't stand the thought of her being down...
"Mako-chan, are you okay?" I abruptly ask, causing the other girls to turn to look at her, too. Makoto had said something about having a lot of homework on her mind, but I don't really know if I believe her...
At first, she doesn't seem to hear me, so deep in her own thoughts is she. I reach out and touch her tentatively on the hand. Usually I avoid touching her, though I really want to. It just seems so sad... you know? Having her here, but not really being HERE. I'm afraid of touching her again, only to end up disappointed.
But I digress.
Finally she looks at me, and I try to smile reassuringly at her, though I really am worried. I know Makoto (probably better than she does!), and I know that she doesn't let mere homework absorb her like this.
"Are you alright, Mako-chan?" I ask, again.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Guess my attention wandered a bit farther than I'd intended." she says, but I don't believe her. She tries to hide it by taking a sip from her drink, but I keep my hand on her arm, until she finally looks at me again.
"I'm fine, really!" She laughs, but it seems forced. "Really." she says again, probably realizing that I don't believe her. "A storm's coming, that's all."
She's not going to give me any more for now, so I finally nod and take back my hand. I wish she would open up to me again. But that's probably asking too much...
Trying to ignore the return of my depression, I turn back to my other friends and try to rejoin their conversation. But this time my heart really isn't into it.
I keep sneaking glances at Makoto, hoping she'd finish her curry and act happy again. I wish I could make her feel better, but it's probably best that I don't get too close. She probably doesn't want me to. That thought only makes me sadder.
"It's time we should go," Ami says now, interrupting my thoughts yet again. I look up and see that the others are already getting up and gathering their things. Only Makoto still seems oblivious at first.
But then she reawakens and begins to leave with us. Against my will, my eyes follow her movements, being rewarded when she stands and stretches. I feel myself growing hot as I study the body I once knew so well, taking advantage of this vulnerable moment. But I quickly tear my eyes away when I feel her look towards me.
I hope she didn't notice my staring at her. The last thing I want is for her to think of me as a pervert.
Even though I really am.
I follow the other girls as we exit, only to find myself by Makoto's side, as we step outside into the streets. I smile, happy to see her, and I'm rewarded when she smiles back at me. She's so pretty when she smiles. I wish she would smile more often. The things I do to earn those smiles...
I'm rewarded further when Makoto blushes. I wonder what I did to deserve that... I know she doesn't blush very easily, and we did so many things in the past together that could cause us to flush.
Before I can stop them, memories escape, memories about the part of my past I try so hard to shut away. Warm memories that send shivers down my spine and unable to stop myself, I laugh.
Of course my laughing catches Makoto's notice, so I quickly shift my attention back to the other girls. Fortunately, they're doing something that could be considered funny. I would hate it if Makoto thought I was laughing at their conversation about a pet dying or something. The last thing I want is for her to think I'm heartless or anything.
Thankfully, before I could embarrass myself further, we all part ways, and I escape with Usagi to the safety of the mall.
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"Does this make my butt look big?" Usagi asks for about the millionth time, holding the billionth brightly printed swimming suit in front of her.
"No, it would look perfect on you," I say, hoping my annoyance isn't too obvious. Poor Mamoru. If this is what swimsuit shopping with Usagi is like, no wonder he refused to go along on this trip. It's very tedious. And this coming from me is really saying something cause I LOVE shopping!
"Are you sure?" she asks yet again , skeptically comparing herself to her image in the dressing room mirror. As if the mirror would lie to her.
"Yes, now come on, Usagi-chan. You must have found at least ONE good suit by now!" I moan, a bit of my boredom finally slipping into my voice. I mean, come on! It took me two tries before I picked out mine: an orange bikini, which is a bit more revealing than what I'd usually wear.
"Awwww Minako-chan!" Usagi wails. "I've finally saved up enough money to replace my old, moth eaten swimsuit! I want the new to look GOOD!" Then to my horror, she starts bawling. Usagi-style, naturally.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I say, wanting to keep the peace on the grindstone.. There's nothing worse than seeing the princess upset. Oye, I feel like a.. Rei. "I liked the pink and red swimsuit the best on you. You were very pretty."
"Really?" She immediately perks up and her tears instantaneously disappear. I swear the room grew considerably brighter. Usagi can really light up the place when she's truly happy.
The room brightens more when I nod. Yeppers, Usagi was back in typical Usagi bliss.
I probably should have just said I liked that suit from the get go, cause we were out of the store within minutes.
"So what next, Mina-chan?" Usagi asks, still beaming and clutching the bag that contains her new swimsuit.
"Hmmm.. good question.." I say, glancing at the nearby stores. My eyes fall on the new place in the corner that I've been dying to check out.. but I've been too squeamish to go in there by myself. Then to my horror, Usagi notices the store too.
"'Neko Yum Yum'? What kind of store could that be?"
I freeze up. There's no way I can let my innocent princess go in there... even though I've been dying to go in there myself, but that's beside the point!
There's no controlling Usagi though when she's set her mind on something. She's already entering the story, and all I can do is try to catch up with her. This turns out to be rather easy cause she's stopped dead at the door. And when I notice what she was staring at I stand stock still too. Wooooaaaaaah!
Lingerie. Miles of it. On every rack, as far as the eyes can see.. Really luxurious stuff, very drool worthy.
And that is exactly what Usagi and I do. After the shock wears off, we run through the racks of frilly stuff "oohing" and "aahing" over every piece of sexy clothing. It's sensory overload, I swear.
"Do you think Mamo-chan will like me in this?" Usagi asks, holding a pink number in front of her.
"Do you think Ma-" I stop myself in time. As much as I share with Usagi (she IS almost a sister to me) there's no way I can share THAT particular secret or the bag will be out of the cat.
Fortunately for me, Usagi lost interest in the pink lingerie and is now staring at a display case, which we hadn't noticed until now cause it's way back at the end of the store, farthest from the entrance and hidden from view cause of all the racks of lingerie. "Mina-chan, what's that stuff?" she asks, pointing at the display case's contents.
I look in and gasp. I now knew why the display case is hidden. Because inside are sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, lubricants, you name it. They even have a bondage section complete with handcuffs, blindfolds and whips.
I am absolutely shocked. Does the mall know they have a sex store in here? Or is it supposed to be disguised as a simple lingerie store, which isn't as uhm... controversial?
Oh yeah, and how am I supposed to explain what sex toys are to Usagi- chan? Who, despite the fact she is definitely NOT a virgin, would probably be absolutely scandalized if she learned about the kinkier levels of sex. And do I really want Usagi to know how much of a pervert I am cause I'm well familiar with said kinkier levels of sex?
Fortunately, while I'm frantically coming up with a proper explanation, I'm saved when a saleslady snuck up behind us and whispers seductively in Usagi's ear: "Those, are TOYS, honey. Shall I show you one and- (here she licks her luscious, red lips) how it works?"
Usagi and I spin around and stare face-to-bosom at the most drop-dead gorgeous sex symbol I have ever seen. She looks almost exactly like Urd from my favorite manga "Ah My Goddess!" only better, if that's even possible. And maybe a little older..
"Hi!" Usagi greets her, recovering quickly. "Sure, I like toys!" she adds perkily, forcing me to drag her away from the display case.
"No, she doesn't, really!" I exclaim. "She's too young for those kinds of toys!" Usagi looks at me, confused probably, but I do my best to ignore her.
"Oh?" The sales lady tilts her head, as if pondering what to do with the two of us. "What about you?" she purrs, obviously targeting the more experimental one. "Can I interest YOU in a vibrator? It even comes with an adjustable harness." She waves said harness at me, enticingly.
The sad thing: I'm actually tempted.
"Hey, Minako-chan! They even have anime here!" Usagi calls, breaking the vibrator's hold on me.
Kami help me...
I run over to the giant bookcases that were covering the sides of the back walls. Fortunately, Usagi manages to miss the cases that are just wall to wall porno, but she doesn't miss the animated stuff. I am ready to grab whatever caught her attention and throw it away, then drag her outta the store and back to her innocent little life.
But I fail. I get distracted because right next to the hentai anime videos are the hentai mangas, including manga created by fans. I spot one that's based on us mysterious Sailor Senshi... including scenes of our supposed selves, gripped in one tangled orgy that lasts from page five to twenty-five.. And the picture on page fourteen really keeps me immobilized from protecting Usagi any longer.
On that particular page is a full, top to bottom picture depicting a scantily clad Sailor Venus in full orgasm with an equally scantily clad Sailor Jupiter, head between my, I mean Venus's legs.
And the artist actually got what Makoto and I look like right!
Ooooooooooooooooooh, seeing that I almost have an orgasm right there just like the lucky me in the picture.
I continue to drool all over the magazine as I pay for it and the vibrator with adjustable harness for good measure, because I had a feeling I'd need to use it tonight.
I don't remember Usagi is with me, until we stand side by side outside the 'Neko Yum Yum'.
"That is such a cool store, Mina-chan! I'm glad I had enough money left to buy a new video: "Sailor and the Seven Balls!" she says, proudly holding up said DVD.
Oh dear Kami, help us all.
End Chapter 1