Hola :) I've decided to do a multi chapter fic....thank you Lady Airly! 3 your kind words have definitely inspired me
Please R&R :) roasting welcome - rudeness not lol
An alarm sounded vaguely in her mind. Slowly but surely, two blue eyes opened to welcome the new day. Twisting and turning she finally wormed her way out of bed, as she mumbled something about inventing a switch to turn off the sun. After a quick shower she wrapped a green towel around her body and stood in front of the full length mirror inside of her room. As she looked over her features she took note of every detail about herself.
At 5'5'' she was the average height of most females. Her eyes were blue and helped to compliment her golden blonde hair. 'The stereotypical looks' she thought absently to herself. She continued by looking at her lips: plump and full enough that they were not distracting from the rest of her facial features. She sighed inwardly as her shoulders slumped. Facially she knew she was pretty, even beautiful as some people told her, but as her eyes trailed lower in the mirror the old insecurities came back full force. Insecurities she thought were long gone. Insecurities she hadn't felt since Mamoru used to point out all the flaws she found in herself.
While her facial features were that of the common "blonde bombshell", she knew her body was not. Whereas the "blonde bombshell" was physically perfect in every way, Usagi noted with slight embarrassment that she was far from it. Not overweight by any means, but she noticed with another sigh, areas on her body that made her self conscious. There was no flat stomach that was shown off in bikinis, but there was no big stomach either. Instead there was a bit of fat on her stomach which created a small pouch. Not wanting to dwell there, she moved down further to her legs. From years of high – school volleyball her legs had toned nicely, but that was 3 years ago and after so much time away from the sport, they were beginning to lose their definition. Her breasts were rounded and she perked up a bit as she poked them. Laughing quietly to herself she realised she was at least pleased with her breasts. "Not too firm, not too soft, not too droopy...at least I can count on you guys." The laughing soon quieted though as another thought crossed her mind: 'She was perfect...that's why he could never love you.'
That one treacherous thought led her down a path she didn't want to go, but her mind went anyway. She remembered how beautiful Setsuna was. If there was anything such as a "brunetteshell" she was sure that Setsuna was the definition of it. Her beauty was exaggerated even more by the absolute class and poise with which she seemed to carry herself. 'That's why he could never love you' her mind whispered again.
But this time she ignored it. While the hurt was still raw, she had remembered her promise from the night before: she would quell the love for Mamoru and be happy that he was happy. She didn't know how, she just knew that it would be best for them both. As she tried to steel her resolve, her heart kept saying something different. "Well we'll just have to ignore that won't we." She said as she smiled at her reflection.
Mind made up, she started to get ready for work. The black skirt/white dress shirt combo never failed to flatter her figure and impress others. The black skirt was fitted but not tight, and came right to her knee. The white shirt was buttoned at the front, with a V-neck which came low enough to show the crucifix that she wore around her neck. It was a sexy professional look which she loved: sexy enough to draw looks, but professional enough that her boss wouldn't through her out. She put her silver chain belt around the waist of the skirt and let it hang at the side. Wedge heeled black shoes adorned her feet as she put on lip gloss, grabbed her jacket and made a dash for work. She was going to be late!
Arriving without a second to spare she parked her car and ran into her office. "8:01. You're late Usagi." She whirled around to see her boss standing with a smirk on his face. His black pants beautifully complimented by his royal blue dress shirt and matching black tie. "I know it won't..." "Happen again. I know." She got cut off as he finished her excuse. He continued, "Luckily you're a hard worker and I very much appreciate the work you're doing here. Just please be on time when I have to get to court. The judge doesn't wait on me. And remember I have a name to keep up!"
When he was finished he left as Usagi sat and sighed. She really was lucky Seiya was such a good boss to her. "And such a good lawyer since it helps me pay my bills." She said as she laughed. She may have been a good worker but she sighed again as she thought of the other reason why Seiya never fired her even though she was chronically late: he liked her.
Kou Seiya was a friend of her older brother. Their fathers had been lawyers and had owned the firm together. Her brother also worked here but he was in another division, working specifically on criminal cases. In this department with Seiya, they worked on corporate cases. Her love for law made her love her job here, but she didn't know whether she wanted to make it a full time career. After all, it was one thing to be helping a lawyer, but it was another thing to BE the lawyer. Her thoughts led her back to Mamoru and his encouragement even in the face of her indecision about the future.
Suddenly a thought occurred to her. As she was shooting it down however, the single thought crossed her mind again: 'that's why he could never love you.' Her mind made up once more, she remembered her promise again. This time though she realised, that her happiness for Mamoru didn't have to come at the price of her happiness.