CattyKitty

Finally! The last chapter is up. Sorry for the wait, but school has been well you know, school. Thankfully the semester is almost over and I'll be able to work on my stories more religiously. Next week the first chapter of the sequel to Seven Days will be up and I will be uploading regularly every week guaranteed.

Thank you all for your patience :)

(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. I do this for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)

One Night

Chapter 3

Interchangeable

*Mamoru*

The loud ringing of his phone woke him up with a start. He reached for it on the nightstand, silencing its noise as Cass's puckered lips flashed on his screen. Annoyed at the rude awakening, he sat up in bed and looked around for his underwear only to remember that he'd walked to his room naked after the prostitutes had left. Falling back on his pillow, he thanked all that was good for the nap he'd just had. It was the first real sleep he'd gotten in ages.

It was truly a blessing to have his birthday off. He'd been working non-stop since leaving Japan and although it's been only a month into his trip, he was already worn out. He'd anticipated it being exhausting, but everything was turning out worse than he could have foreseen. Details of the will had been leaked two weeks early and some of his hard work had to be revised multiple times, turning what were supposed to have been overnight stays into half-week excursions and 2-3 day deals into weeklong hells.

Home seemed a long ways away and it messed with his brain thinking that he wouldn't be done with things until at least November. That seemed like light years from now and although Kunzite had promised that it wouldn't take that long, he had his doubts. Their whole schedule was delayed and they'd had to revisit China twice due to some discrepancies. They had started the trip in Beijing, went up to Burma and Cambodia, and had just left the Philippines yesterday. They'd arrived back at China, landing in Shanghai last night, but so far China was his least favorite place to be. People truly hated him here.

His phone rang again and this time, he put the entire thing on silent. He got that it was only a little after midnight on a Friday night, but seriously why couldn't Cass get the hint that he was busy. She'd been calling him for the last two hours and it was getting annoying.

He knew that he had to thank her for what she did, but he wasn't up to it at the moment. They hadn't spoken in a few weeks after she had managed to talk a whole in his head about nonsense (an argument she'd had with her main interior designer about what color towels they should use to decorate the spa's bathrooms). And that had been only a week after construction, the structure didn't even have walls yet, so he could only imagine the woes she would be crying about now after a month into the project. That said, he'll avoid her for as long as he could. He had more than enough on his plate.

"We're almost leaving," Jed yelled from the other side of his door and the sudden announcement made him jump. Cursing his jetlag, he jumped out of bed and looked for new clothes to dress in, remembering that he had somewhere to go with the guys. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

In the apartment he could sense Jed, Max, Zoi all waiting around in the living room. Even Kunzite, who must have arrived sometime while he was sleeping, was currently somewhere upstairs with Mina. And Motoki: well, he never knew about Motoki.

At first his mysterious new powers were confusing. What exactly was he seeing? It wasn't the person, but their aura that he was able to sense. It was hard to explain because he barely understood it himself, but pretty much some people had energies or 'auras' as he liked to refer them as, and despite walls and other obstacles, he could 'see' them. They were distinctively unique to each person and not everyone had it—actually almost no one in the population did—however, quite coincidentally, most of his friends seemed to.

The way it worked reminded him a lot like when he'd been recovering from laser eye surgery. When he concentrated on using his powers, all he could see was an incredibly blurred reality with blobs of auras of the people who had auras around him. Now if there was no one around him with these auras (say on a crowded touristy street in Hong Kong), then it looked like his surrounding were empty. He would still hear them and have all his other senses, but his vision was sacrificed in order to use his powers. Needless to say, he had to admit that it was a pretty lame trick. He wouldn't be able to use it while he was moving since he would be bumping into stuff, which meant that the ability would only come in handy if he wanted to find someone. So it was practically useless.

Most people that he'd witnessed had greyish-white auras, but some people had different colors. Max had the most pleasing aura to look at; a tranquil olive green. Zoi's was a pastel orange with slanted stripes similar to a candy cane. Kunzite's aura was a common grey but it flared occasionally, its glow pulsing outside the silhouette of his body and into the sky. It was one of the stranger ones he'd witnessed, but probably not as weird as Jed's. Jed's aura was black and was the only one that continuously moved.

For the most part, the auras were almost representative of the individual's personality (or at least he assumed based on the people he knew personally), even though Jed's was still hard to explain. He'd tried to find the connection between the people who had auras in the hopes that he would understand the purpose of his powers better, but that was a near impossible task. What did Jed, Kunzite, Max and Zoi all have in common? They were rich, but that couldn't be it because he was sure that Mina wasn't rich and yet she had an aura. He'd thought that it could be being successful, since they were all successful, but then why didn't Motoki have an aura?

It was a mystery what it all meant, but all he knew was that he'd gotten his power during his last night in Tokyo. He hadn't known at the time what it was, but thinking back now, he knew that Usagi's was the first aura he'd witnessed. It was while they were both laying on his bed and she'd come under his arm. She had glowed faintly, briefly and he'd chalked it up to the full moon messing around with his peripheral vision but now he knew better. And what did Usagi, Mina, Jed, Kunzite, Max and Zoi have in common? He had no fucking clue.

Although he had no idea what the power of seeing people's auras signified precisely, he supposed that it was somehow meant to be making up for his lack of Tuxedo Kamen powers. Hey, you win some, you lose some, right?

Ok so he was exaggerating; he hadn't lost his Tuxedo Kamen powers; he could still transform, it was just that he hadn't had the urge to do so since he'd started this trip. At first he'd thought that perhaps he couldn't hear the long distanced call from Japan, but knew that wasn't true since there had been other times when he'd been out the country, for business and leisure, and yet he'd been able to feel the need for battle.

Before, he would magically appear at the scene of the fight during those times and he still to this day couldn't explain how he'd once managed to get from Hawaii to the local elementary school in Tokyo in a matter of moments after he'd transformed into Tuxedo Kamen, but who was he to complain. He'd always managed to teleport back to wherever he'd been previously and boy was it convenient. It was great knowing that as Tuxedo Kamen he wasn't bound to Tokyo because otherwise how would he live his life?

However, he had none of those past experiences and it was incredibly odd to him especially since he'd been seeing in the news that there were unusual amounts of youma attacks lately. The Senshi must have their hands full, but he knew they could do it without him. It's not like he ever did much during the battles anyway. Why would he complain about not having to drop whatever he was doing just to help someone who didn't even need his help in the first place, especially when he'd never asked to be Tuxedo Kamen to begin with? Besides, he could finally get drunk again.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Jed yelled again, only this time he banged on the door.

Mamoru rushed over to his organized closet and pulled off one of the many pre-arranged outfits his stylist had set out for him this morning. Finding the matching shoes, he hobbled over to the door and walked out into the hallway before Jed went bonkers.

"Were you seriously sleeping?" Jed asked. He knew Jed meant to be sarcastic, but the concern over his current state made him uncomfortable. They all knew he'd been having trouble sleeping lately. "I thought you were jerking off in there." Mamoru put on his shoes as he leaned against the kitchen island. "I didn't mean to wake you up…"

"I wasn't sleeping," he clipped, turning his back to Jed and walking towards the foyer. What was wrong with his these guys? Lately they've been caring a little too much.

"You look like shit." Motoki and Kunzite looked up at him after hearing Zoi's remark. They were all giving him the same look as Jed. Did he really look that bad? He stifled a yawn.

"Are you all ready?" he asked tiredly.

He was doing this for Motoki more than anyone else. Honestly he just wanted to shut his phone off and every other electronic device in the apartment and sleep for a week. But he wouldn't, he couldn't. He knew Motoki needed a day out and he missed hanging out with him. With all the chaos from work he hadn't been able to do everything he'd wanted to but now, at least for one night he could make up for it.

"Let's go."

"Maybe you should get some sleep instead." He ignored Max.

"Oh hey! Wait for me!" Mina came skipping towards them with two drinks in her hands sloshing around. "Here. You just need a pick-me-up." He took it from her quickly and as he brought it to lips he noticed Jed raise his hand in protest before immediately bringing it back down. He paused and stared at him.

"What?" he asked but Jed said nothing. Ignoring him, he swallowed the shot in one gulp and it burned going down his throat. What the hell had Mina given to him?

"Oh crap," Mina turned to him panicked after noticing the looks on the guys' faces. "Was I not supposed to give you that…?" Jed and Max didn't say anything but he knew that they were mad. What the fuck was their problem anyhow? He could drink all he wanted. They weren't his fucking parents.

"I think… it's better if we just go out tomorrow…" Zoi trailed off. Kunzite coughed and stood up.

"That can't happen," Kunzite said, glaring at Zoi. "We have a long list of people we need to meet with tomorrow."

"Like you can't fucking reschedule that," Jed snarled at Kunzite, who unsurprisingly looked back at Jed as if he was another gladiator in the rink that he was ready to fight.

Done with the nonsense, Mamoru pulled at the door with so much force that it almost smacked him in the face, and walked down the hall toward the elevators. They argued about him as if he was a child, like he couldn't decide for himself to do. Words couldn't describe how angry it made him. Growing up, he never had to hear anyone tell him what to do; they were sorely mistaken if they thought he was going to start now. He swore that if it weren't for them working together, he would not be friends with any of them.

Stepping into the elevator, he could still hear the guys grumbling through their half open hotel door across the hall. Glad to have some time alone, he hoped to escape from them, even if it was momentarily, but knew the guys would follow; they always did.

"Hey!" Motoki's hand slipped quickly between the closing doors, causing them to open once again for him. Motoki stepped in and they stood in silence. Why was it that Motoki was the only one that seemed to understand him around here…

"Eh!" Another pair of fingers slid between the closing elevator doors. Mina stepped in between her and Motoki, quickly followed by Jed, who stayed in-between the doors.

"Nobody invited you."

"Get over it," Mina rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her drink. He couldn't believe she was going outside with that cup.

"You've got to be kidding me." The elevator beeped in response to not being able to close its doors.

"Who else is going to watch over you guys?" Mina asked, stepping aside so that Max and Zoi could get into the elevator with them.

"What are you, the mother hen?" Jed turned to them. "I'm not going to a strip club with her." The elevator beeped again.

"Just get in, you're wasting our time," Max said.

"Not until she leaves."

The elevator beeped again and at that point he was fed up with this shit. His foot started impatiently tapping. It was here, in this fucking elevator, that he was going to go crazy. If it didn't start moving soon…

"Calm down." He looked at Motoki and huffed. Trying to follow his advice, he took a deep breath in.

"Ding!" His eyes popped out his head. Zoi burst into laughter. Turning to him, Mamoru was tempted to beat Zoi's face. Did he think that was funny? "Jed get out the way, Mamoru here is about to have a heart attack," Zoi laughed. "Ding! Ding! Ding! Hahaha!" He hated Zoi. Fucking hated him.

Thankfully the doors closed as soon as Jed stepped inside and they made their way to the lobby without a hitch. It took less than 20 minutes to arrive and he made sure to ignore the guys their entire ride there. Making sure to get out the car first, he headed straight into the black doors that were being held open for him by security. He could hear the thumping sounds that the performers danced to as soon as he stepped inside and it immediately made him feel better about everything.

Forget work, sleep, his annoying coworkers; it was his goddamn birthday. Today was going to be about him and what he wanted.

Following the hostess as she led him to their closed off VIP section, he could already see that they had dancers for him by the lounge. Some of them were sitting on the lush cream cushions chatting and drinking wine (that he already paid for), while a few others were up on the center platform swaying to the music.

Catching the eye of a blonde to his left, he paused in front of her before he reached his table. She looked young, couldn't be older than 18, and she had the beautiful tits. Caring less that she was already dancing for two other clients, he extended his hand to her. She hesitated a moment, looking at him from her pedestal before taking his hand and coming down.

"Bring me champagne sweetheart." She looked at him confused. He knew she that wasn't her job, but that wasn't the point. She recognized him so she would definitely do what he'd say. Ignoring the men she was previously with as they called after her, the girl scurried off to get what he asked.

"Aren't you picky," Jed said after the guys all finished catching up with him. What could he say, he loved blondes.

Each taking their place on the couches, Mina immediately went off ordering food and drinks for them. Turning around to face them after the waitress rushed off to get their banquet of appetizers, Mina then proceeded to chat up Max, Zoi and Motoki about the latest gossip. He discreetly tuned in to listen.

At some point during their trip, he came to realize that Mina provided amazing insider information. She knew everything about what was going on and gave them all advice, whether you wanted to hear it or not, reminding the guys that not all women were completely useless. Although she mostly filled them in on the latest scandals and kept them updated on the gossip involving hot girls, that was all the intel they ever needed to hear. Like who was easy, who was going through a bad break up, which girls preferred gangbangs, etc. All relevant information.

Mina's hair was currently styled back into high ponytail and she wore a leather bra thing and a high-waisted metallic skirt that was oh so stylish now (he would never understand woman's high fashion), showing off her midriff above her bellybutton. She looked hot as always.

Considering she fit in so perfectly into this sexy setting, he hoped that lines didn't become blurred the more he drank. Since Kunzite refused to do any of these things (which he couldn't ever understand considering his girlfriend was always trying to drag him along) perhaps he should have listened to Jed and told Kunzite to keep her home. Although it was hardly awkward whenever she was around, if she started dancing on top of the tables he would not hesitate to throw some bills at her.

"That whore Sakura!" Mina gushed as if she had just remembered something important. "Let me tell you the latest update. She's pregnant. And that's not even the worse news! She's pregnant with her stepmother's ex-boyfriend that her stepmother used to cheat on Sakura's father! Dis-gus-ting!" Max booed. "And on top of that, two days before everyone found out she was preggo, pictures leaked of her sniffing coke with guess who! Yuuchi!"

"No way!"

"But isn't he dating her sister?"

"I know!" Mina cried. "That whore!"

"Look at them," Jed told him, appalled as the conversation continued on about other baby-mama-drama. "Listening to her like a bunch of sissies." The ashes of Jed's bud fell on the girl currently giving him a lap dance, but neither he nor the girl noticed. Jed could talk all he wanted about Mina, but he was listening to her too, otherwise he'd be paying much more attention to the woman on his lap.

"Here you go, Chiba-san." The girl that he pulled over before was back and she handed him a large bottle of champagne, probably the most expensive one they had, and one of his favorites.

Kneeling on the cushion beside him, she held up two flutes that he proceeded to fill before passing the bottle over to Jed. Clinking glasses, her cup tipped over from the momentum and the fizz spilled onto her bare chest.

"Oops," the girl pouted, looking down at herself as the bubbly liquid travelled slowly over her right breast. Damn this girl was good.

"Bring me more!" Mina yelled. "More dancers! Woo! More drinks!"

Almost as if it were a command from him, a rush of women entered through their curtain, most of them completely naked. Not that he was complaining, but soon enough they wouldn't all be able to fit into their closed off section. Tables were either being pushed aside or jumped on. And forget about the guys; Zoi was already getting humped from every direction.

Taking the outstretched arms of the horde of sluts in front of him, he left the previous girl on the couch and joined the dancers on the table. Sandwiched in between who knew how many ladies, he grinded as many ass, hips and thighs he could, groping every breast he could reach.

"Come here!" He felt someone grab his hand and place it on them. Squeezing, he got a handful of crotch.

"Touch me please, Chiba-sama!" His hand got redirected somewhere else, then another one forced him to squeeze ample cheeks. He was getting assaulted left and right like a schoolgirl on a crowded train—except this type of molestation was more than welcome.

Tits were being rubbed on his arm, his chest; those that could would smear their nipples on his chin. It was crazy, but hey it was his fault for prearranging to open a tab with the owner. Their boss surely pep talked them into making a lot of money off him tonight.

Eventually the cluster was narrowed down to the top three most determined skanks as they had thrown everyone else off the long rectangular table. Clothes were flying above his head as they hurriedly shed all layers they had between them. The girls took turns stroking his chest and back, all three competing to go lower.

Finally one of them just kneeled completely and went straight to the point. The other girls quickly followed suit and soon enough they were playing pass the baton.

Two of the girls were prettier than the other one but by that point their faces had blurred together so it didn't matter. This girl, that girl, who cared. In spirit and in nature, they were all the same.

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On to the next one! (Story that is!)

Look out for the first chapter of Two More Weeks that will be up next Friday to find out what happens once the summer is finally over…

-CattyKitty