Well here y'all go, the next installment :) Again I'm sorry for the update delay. This semester has seriously been painfully stressful. I hope everyone can forgive me and enjoy and I love you all!
If I just think of you
My heart has the meaning to live
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Ikuko was enjoying it while it lasted. She declared to herself that Sunday was her official day of rest from household duties and childrearing. She sat in a fluffy chair sipping on some herbal tea and watching a chick flick on one of her favorite female-geared channels when the doorbell rang. Thank God it was a commercial break.
Ikuko opened the door to a smiling young boy with the shiniest black hair and blue eyes she had ever seen. Though she initially recognized him as Mamoru at a glance—since it had been a while since her daughter brought him over—that thought was immediately cast away as she realized this boy was younger and different but yet so familiar… he was such a cutie.
"Can I help you?" Ikuko asked as she fixed her hair a bit to not look like such a Sunday afternoon hot mess.
"I'm here to see your younger sister, Usagi…" oh he was so charming.
And it worked. Ikuko giggled as she let herself blush in the slightest. "Oh really, well please come in." She opened the door more as she backed up with it to let the cute stranger in. Inwardly, she was excited that Usagi was finally having a boy over. Ikuko was quite the guy-magnet and was having boys sneak into her house starting at the rightful age of fifteen and she somewhat expected the same from her daughter. She had even prepared herself for the talk whenever she would find a boy hiding in her blonde daughter's closet when her and her husband would come back from that out-of-town trip earlier than expected. But of course, leave it to Usagi to do the opposite and that moment never came. Ikuko guessed that is what happens when one is a daddy's girl and goes for years hearing that any other man other than him is basically evil and sex-crazed.
Then again, she loved her daughter no matter what and was thankful that the boy Usagi would have over entered announced through the door rather than secretly through the window. And for her first one, he was not bad!
Ikuko closed the front door. "Please sit down. Would you like anything to drink?"
The boy finished taking off his shoes before answering, "No thanks. I'm fine."
The purple-haired maternal figure could not help but stare at him. She felt she had seen him before somewhere… sometime…
"I'm sorry, you might get this a lot, but you look very familiar…"
He lightly chuckled. "Have you read the news in the last month?"
Ikuko lifted her eyebrow; surely he was not in the news for armed robbery or else she was going to put her good knife to good use. "Sure…"
He extended his hand. "I'm Seiya Kou."
Aha! That was where he was from! He was an idol—even better! The older woman got all gushy-eyed and star struck. "Oh, yes! Yes you are, you are Seiya Kou." She took his hand gently and shook it. "It's so nice to meet you! Would you like anything to drink?"
"No thanks," Seiya said, chuckling again.
"Well you just make yourself at home and I'll go get Usagi for you…" Ikuko smiled and backed her way toward the stairs, tripping on a rug but luckily she caught herself on the banister. After a nervous smile, she then ran up the stairway to retrieve her daughter.
Once she made it to a closed pink door, a light rapping echoed throughout the upstairs. Who knows what Usagi could be doing in there; if she was still in the same state as she was in the last week, it would be sleeping or rotting in front of the TV. Luckily it was the latter and Ikuko was thankful she did not have to resort to her usual screaming in order for Usagi to merely stir from slumber.
Usagi opened her door. "Yes, momma?"
"You have a guest, my dear," Ikuko smiled.
"Really? Who?" The odango-head took a step and craned her neck to look over the railing to see who her guest was in case they were still in the foyer.
"Oh he's in the living room," Ikuko explained as she licked her thumb and started wiping under Usagi's eye.
"Wha-… who-… stop, momma!" The blonde protested at her mom's attempt to clean her face. "Did you say 'he'? Is it Mamoru?" She became excited for a second.
"No, it's Seiya," The purple-haired woman almost squealed.
Usagi raised a brow. "Seiya is here to see ME?"
"No I won a date with him-YES he's here to see you," Ikuko moved onto smoothing out her daughter's hair.
"Wow…" the blonde was truly taken aback by the news, yet she felt eager to see him. It was quite a pleasant surprise. "Then can you take Lala out for me?" She started to walk past her mother to attend to Seiya until a firm grip on her arm halted her progress.
"You're not going down there looking like that, are you?" Ikuko questioned looking almost startled and scared. It was not that she thought her daughter looked ugly; every mom thought that their daughter looked good—natural or made-up. There was just a technique to appearance when it came to presenting yourself to a man and it took a bit of war paint and dress.
Usagi shifted her eyes in silence for a moment until she was staring back into her mother's auburn hues. "Uh… no…?"
Ikuko sighed, "C'mon, honey," before dragging her quizzical offspring back into her room.
He glanced at his watch for the third time; he had been waiting on Usagi's couch for ten minutes all by himself. The TV was on and Seiya was finding himself getting into the chick flick Ikuko initially was watching. But just when he thought he would be left hanging for another five minutes, he heard light footsteps padding down the stairs. Another few seconds passed before Usagi appeared in the living room.
Seiya's heart practically jumped into his throat and he wished he did not have to blink.
She stood there smiling nervously as her lips lightly glimmered. Her blue eyes were nicely outlined with mascara and a bit of eyeliner with nicely-applied eye shadow. Her usual long pigtails were gone, but a few curly tendrils were left to hang from her odangos; ribbons encircled them and were neatly tied into a bow in the back. Her dress came up short and her neckline low, but they still gave way for imagination. Never had Seiya seen Usagi like this and he could not take his eyes away from her.
He was still staring but he could not falter on his cool. "Wow, you're looking all dolled-up with no place to go."
Usagi began to sneer but stopped herself before she made it obvious. Her intention was to charm and intrigue him, not fight with him. The blonde beauty swallowed her anger and cleared her throat. "Oh, I was just cleaning my room." She raised the skirt of her dress a bit, remembering her mother's rule of taunting him by showing a little skin and giving him the impression that she always looked this way no matter what or where.
He swore he almost saw her panties but he could not be looking at that right now. "Well the make-up," Seiya waved his hand in front of his face as a made-up hand sign for the word, keeping his eyes lined with Usagi's. His playful smirk turned into a genuine smile, "It… it looks good."
She blushed and felt a rush of warmth all throughout her body. "Thanks…" Sighing heavily, she raised her chin and threw back her shoulders before sauntering across the room to sit on the sofa cushion beside Seiya. In her head, she was trying to remember her mother's rendition of a "sexy walk" and tried to recreate it. Eh, she figured it was good enough.
"So… to what do I owe this visit?"
Wait, why WAS he here? Seiya had imagined all he came here for down to exactly what he was going to say and now it was all gone from his head. It was a new feeling since he had never been this affected by a girl… ever. Although with a slight movement of his hand, he was reminded of the compact disc that lay in it.
"I came by to give you this," he stated as he handed the object to Usagi.
She looked at the shiny disc confusingly but took it and examined it: it was merely a blank CD with no picture or words written on it. "You made me a mixed CD?"
The raven-haired idol laughed. "Kind of, it's our new single."
Usagi looked at the disc again. "Like, how new?"
"Like: we-just-finished-recording-it-an-hour-ago… new."
She dropped her jaw. "It hasn't come out yet?"
Seiya shook his head. "Nope. You're the first one to have a copy."
Usagi was becoming increasingly thrilled. "When does it come out?"
"Late July. We film the music video and photograph the cover in a couple of weeks in Hawaii."
"What?! You get to go to Hawaii?!" The maternal-taught rules of attraction went out the window completely.
"Well of course, Odango. There are a lot of things you get to do when you're famous… and also when you know someone who is…" Seiya winked.
That one flew right over Usagi's head, though. "This is so cool! Mina and the others are going to be so jealous!" She bounced on the cushion and giggled. "Thanks so much, Seiya! You're awesome!" She almost threw herself on him to embrace him in gratefulness.
But that gesture suddenly changed the mood of the room.
As everything quieted, Seiya returned the hug and was disappointed to see it last so shortly. Usagi backed away from the idol as she looked down into her lap, fidgeting with the CD. Something was on the odango-head's mind as it had been for a while. She had been trying to push it to the back of her thoughts, but her idol friend just kept pushing it right back up to the forefront. She would never know unless she asked… and what was the worse that could happen? She felt she was well-trained for the worst in life already.
"Is everything okay?" Seiya questioned as he noticed some tension building in the air.
She looked back up into his eyes and nodded. "Yeah… it's just that I'm… confused…"
"About what?" the boy placed his elbows on his knees and leaned on them.
"Well, why me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why… ME? Y'know, we crash into each other one day and then the next you're giving me new cell phones, dogs and unreleased material of your music. I mean I'm very thankful and it's a very nice thing to do… I just… want to know why…"
Seiya smirked and whispered, "Why must you concern yourself with such silly things, Odango?"
She scoffed and buried her face in one hand as she shook her head. "Nevermind… Forget about it." She figured she was not going to get a straight answer from him; him and his stupid mysteriousness and stupid smile.
"If you must know the reason behind the gift today, you're birthday being pretty close—three days close, actually—could be a driving force." It was a good excuse to not make him sound like he was desperate for her attention.
Usagi widened her eyes and looked through her fingers. "How do you know when my birthday is?"
"Ms. Shiido's birthday chart…"
Oh right, that thing. Ms. Shiido insisted on recording all her students' birthdays and giving them gifts on their birth date or close to it if it fell on a weekend or holiday; tiny rubber duckies were a favorite of hers this year.
"Well you didn't have to but thanks a lot. It's probably the best gift I've gotten… ever," Usagi giggled.
"You're welcome." The two teenagers experienced a moment of silence before Usagi broke it with a smile and nervous laughter.
"So… um… I meant to ask earlier… but how exactly did you find out where I live?"
Seiya smiled devilishly. "Oh, I have my ways…"
Cut to flashback of Seiya opening a phone book.
Usagi raised an eyebrow. "Your ways, eh? What are your ways?"
"Again with the silly questions; you really must let me have SOME mystery."
The blonde giggled. "Fine, fine…"
"Are you busy today?" Seiya piped up all of a sudden.
She looked at him with confused eyes and a light blush. "I uh… no, not really, why?"
"Let's go shopping. It's a beautiful day for it."
Usagi busted out laughing. It was ALWAYS a beautiful day for shopping. "Oh God, no thanks, I don't have any money for your type of shopping."
"I have money—lots of it."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his haughtiness. "Seiya, I'm not going to let you spend your money on me. I don't want you wasting it."
"That's okay, I'll just make more." The black-headed boy was rationalizing the situation in a very new way for the blonde. She found herself actually laughing.
"Oh no, this can't be happening…" she covered her face with her hands as her shoulders shook in her amusement.
"What's that?"
"I'm actually finding your arrogance cute." She said it as if it were a bad thing.
He smiled. He liked the progress he was making. "Well you're already dressed up so shall we be on our way?"
"Um, well, let me go ask my mom first-"
"You can go, Usagi. Here's your purse. Thank you so much, Seiya!" Ikuko instantly poked her smiling face from the foyer and held out a clutch purse ready for her daughter when she would go on her shopping trip.
They were riding in a car Usagi never thought she would be caught dead in down a street she never thought she would ever visit. She had always driven past it, but that all it was for her, just passing. Her blue eyes stared curiously at all the shops like a kid in a candy store. She had always heard of these boutiques and brands in magazines and such. Only with a friend like Seiya could she finally be living one of her unfulfilled dreams.
The car came to a stop in front of a department store.
"We're here," the driver stated.
"Thanks, Roger," Seiya responded and then turned to Usagi with a smile. "Ready?"
Usagi just nodded and waited a moment for Roger to come around and open the door for her. She stepped out onto the curb before thanking Seiya's personal assistant and followed the idol into the store. She was immediately put on a sensory overload. The whole store was glowing—as if she stepped into fashion heaven—as the bright lights from above reflected off the shiny tile floor. She could smell a powerful mixture of crèmes, perfumes and leather. She could hear the faint offers for perfume squirts from counter ladies and a few "welcome back, Mr. Kou"s.
"Seiya, how delighted we are to see you again." An older woman approached the idol and was all smiles. Her attired consisted of nothing below 15,000 yen and she took up the French way of greeting as she kissed both of Seiya's cheeks. She must have been the fashion director of the store of some sort.
"I'm glad to be back, Choko," Seiya responded and returned the two-cheeked kiss.
"So what's the occasion for this visit?" Choko gave Usagi a smile—a smile that she might have shown to other girls Seiya had brought here before her.
He smiled and put his arm around Usagi's shoulders, in which she was still in complete awe of the store and all the people in it. "I've brought a good friend with me today. Her name is Usagi…"
Choko nodded and slightly bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Usagi returned the slight bow.
"And it's her birthday in a couple days and I wanted to treat her for such a special occasion," the black-haired singer finished, "Will you help me out?"
"Of course, of course, she is just a doll," Choko started fingering at Usagi's handed-down garment. One would guess it was a vintage piece the blonde donned; thankfully vintage was in style. "I have just the things for you in mind. And you're in luck; we just got in a new shipment."
"Great, give her everything you've got." Seiya squeezed Usagi's shoulder.
After Choko was done taking everything off the racks, Usagi was left alone in her living room of a dressing stall. She looked almost tirelessly at the amount of clothing that hung on the racks: dresses, jeans, blouses and even casual t-shirts lined the walls of the room. Though one garment—that was an evening cocktail dress—caught the odango-head's eye and she decided to try that one on first.
She stepped out of her respective dressing room to approach the three-sided mirror at the end of the hall. While Usagi was gawking at herself in the 40,000 yen cocktail dress, her concentration was interrupted by two other women using the three-sided mirror beside her.
"Oh, this looks great!" said the girl admiring herself in the mirror.
"It does. That color is perfect on you," said the girl's friend.
Usagi looked over and noticed the girl was trying on the same dress as she.
"Well, do you think I could go a size smaller? I'm feeling like the waist is saggy…" the girl in front of the mirror was able to grab a piece of extra material that hung at the waist.
"It does look a bit saggy… What size is it?"
"A two; I think I need a zero."
"Are you losing more weight?"
"I have to. I have that show in Phuket in a couple of weeks and the designer likes his models to be thin."
The friend sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'll go get another size for you." She ran down the hall out of the dressing stall to attain a sales person. Only a few seconds passed before she came bounding back to the girl at the mirror, with a look of shock and horror.
"You won't believe who I just saw out there. I saw Seiya!"
Suddenly the girl at the mirror looked shocked as well. "Seiya? As in Seiya Kou?"
The friend nodded vigorously.
"What is he doing here? Is he alone?" the girl started fixing her hair automatically.
"From what I can tell he is. Oh my God, I can't believe he's here. Are you going to go out there?"
"Hell yes, why wouldn't I?"
"Because he dumped YOU…"
The girl scoffed. "Why does that even matter? It's been a couple of months. He needs to see what he's been missing." She rubbed her finger under her eyes to clear the mascara flakes and smeared eyeliner before dusting herself off. "Come with me," she demanded and dragged her friend by the wrist out the hallway before she could respond.
Usagi watched the two girls bound off to Seiya through the reflection in the mirror. After they disappeared around the corner, she sighed heavily and took a long look at her body. Choko sized her up and Usagi noticed she picked a size two dress. Usagi has always been told that a size two was small. But now she did not think that so much anymore…
Now that she was not pursuing Mamoru any longer, she took Seiya's advice and started looking at other boys; she started looking at Seiya. He was being overtly giving the past week and she could not forget that. Even though she caught herself falling for him in the beginning, she told herself that she would only get hurt in the end. But now… now she was not thinking that thought so much anymore ever since her encounter with the pop star in the rain. Now she considered pursuing him.
But what was she thinking? What did she expect? She kept on forgetting: he was famous, he was rich and he is used to the best of the best. He has dated models and other famous and rich people. How could she compare to them?
Usagi fingered at the waistline of her dress; it was sort of tight. More like, she could stand to fit in a size four now. From the looks of her eavesdropping on the two girls earlier, Seiya liked them thin.
Maybe she should start laying off the ice cream.
She sat on her bed in her pajamas staring at her spoils of the day that sat in the middle of her room. Usagi truly felt badly for letting Seiya spend so much; she could not fathom how much all those clothes in those bags were worth. But he was able to whip out his fantastic plastic without even batting an eyelash so if he was not worried, Usagi should not be either. He was just being a gentleman, a nice guy. Why would she be questioning him after he gave her everything she wanted?
But at the same time, she felt she was now in more of a vulnerable position; now that he has bought her thousands of dollars worth of gifts, Usagi felt like she owed him, that he owned her in some way. Of course this was just her thoughts running off on a tangent, but still. Seiya had not tried anything on her nor treats her in the same manner as he does all the other girls who he sleeps with. From hearing the conversation of the girl and her friend in the dressing room, he dumped her after a few weeks because he was tired of her and it was time to move onto the next one. Usagi and Seiya had been carrying on their relationship for a few months. Maybe she was special…?
The blonde chuckled to herself. Now her thoughts were really running out in left field. She turned her head to face her desk when the glimmer of the CD Seiya gave her earlier caught her eye. Usagi did not want to waste any time in hearing such an unheard, fresh single and popped it in her computer to give it a listen.
The beginning was made up of slow drum beats and the light strums of an acoustic guitar and after only a few seconds, the melody of lone a male voice. It was soft and had an emotion of uncertainty to it; the lyrics mirrored it perfectly. The voice was telling her of a story of a boy plagued by his unrequited love for a girl, whom could not have cared less nor been too oblivious to his feelings. This boy understood, as he did not know of love or how to love at that. Once the chorus played, the voice crescendos into a high pitch filled with desperation of all the ways he wants to show his love for her.
She lay in her bed and listened to the song a few more times. The voice was soothing and told the story with full sentiment and she could not help but smile. Her heartbeat increased and butterflies flew freely in her stomach as she felt the emotions pour out of the song. In a way, she felt like the voice was singing to her. She had never heard a Three Lights song before and could not tell who the boy behind voice was. But she had a guess… Usagi reached for her phone on her nightstand.
"The song is beautiful. Is that u singing?"
"Thank u and yes"
":) you have a nice voice. I never knew u could sing so well"
"well I am in a band lol"
"haha duh. Did u write it too?"
"Yes… I wrote it for u"
She shot up in her bed staring straight at the text and kept rereading it to make sure she did not miss on something like a "j/k". But there was not one… Her breathing quickened and she let herself blush to the fullest since she was in the comfort of her own room. He really just wrote that… What should she write back? Trying to imagine what Minako or her mother would tell her to do, she knew that their answer would immediately be: play hard to get.
":) I like it even better now. C u tom at school!"
Even Usagi felt that one.
Wednesday night came and it was finally Usagi's birthday. As she and her friends had always done for the past five years, Usagi had her close friends over for a sleepover, even if it was a school night. They usually celebrated with gift-giving, a greasy pizza and a gallon of ice cream.
"So, you want our usual extra large pepperoni pizza with cheese-stuffed crust?" Makoto asked Usagi as she starting dialing the pizza joint's number on her cell phone.
"Um, well you guys can have that one, but I think I'll order my own," the odango-head responded.
"Extra hungry tonight are we?" Minako joked as she playfully patted Usagi's stomach.
She nervously laughed and covered her stomach to keep her blonde friend from touching it. "Um, no… I just want a small cheese pizza… on, uh… thin crust."
It was as if the world had stopped turning and time had stopped altogether. Ami, Minako and Makoto looked at their friend as if she had just said she was a super heroine whom secretly defended love and justice in the name of the moon.
"Usagi, are you sick?" the blue-haired genius inquired.
"No no, I just… figured I should… start eating healthy. Y'know, my pants are starting to fit a bit tighter than usual." Usagi was finding it hard explaining herself without mentioning the fact that she was doing it to nab Seiya because his ex-girlfriends were unintentionally giving her a body complex because they were all models with perfect bodies.
"Oh okay." The three girls shrugged and accepted the answer without question.
It was barely 10:30 PM and the party was barely getting started. A few people had showed up here and there but it was far from what it will be in a couple of hours. Though, Seiya was not that excited about it. Taiki sprang it on him only a few hours beforehand that he was throwing a shindig in light of them finishing such a strenuous recording. Seiya knew that he was a bit tough on his band mates; the song mattered so much to him that he demanded perfection up until the last note hit and thus they spent countless hours during the weekend to satisfy the band leader. He might as well let them have their glory and party.
The raven-haired idol was usually not one to decline partying but he was just bored now. He was bored of the people he had to impress and bored of all the boringness. He sighed, wishing he had a way out.
But then, a light bulb flicked on over his head.
Usagi was curled up with a pillow on her living room floor as she listened to her friends gossiping over everything and nothing. She then felt a subtle vibration through the floor and picked up her phone to check for a text.
"What are you doing?"
It was from Seiya. She chuckled and proceeded to answer.
"u know, pillow fighting in our underwear, comparing breasts. the usual" He knew of Usagi's birthday sleepover and she had to regrettably decline his offer to crash it earlier in the day.
"haha we're having a party at the apt. U and your friends should come"
She looked up in thought for a second and smiled. That did not sound like such a bad idea.
"Hey, you guys want to go to a party?" Usagi piped in, interrupting the mindless chitchat at hand.
Her friends looked at her curiously. "What kind of party?" Minako asked.
"Just a house party, I think…"
"Where?" Ami asked the important question.
"The Three Lights' apartment."
"Oh my God, did you even have to ask? Yes we want to go! Let's go! Let's get ready!" Makoto squealed and stood up and tried to drag Ami and Minako up with her. "Finally, I get to go to one of these things!"
"Are we seriously invited?" Minako looked down, wide-eyed at the odango-head.
Usagi smiled and turned her phone around so that the screen faced her blonde counterpart. "Read it for yourself."
She bounced in a circle and clapped her hands. "Oh my God, I love you Usagi!! C'mon, let's get you dressed up for Seiya."
"We just got into the cab. We'll b there soon"
After Seiya read the text he put himself into freak-out mode. First, he had to notify the doorman of the extra guests that would be coming and had to make sure Usagi and her friends would have a good time, thus he had to make sure there was enough alcohol for all of them to go around. He knew the usual party crowd that graced his household was a bit on the heavy side when they drank and it has happened before when the Three Lights have run out of alcohol at a party.
After getting off the phone with the doorman, he rummaged through their liquor cabinet that housed the standard spiced rum, vodka and whiskey. The idol reached for the bottle of vodka to put it aside since it was the traditional alcohol used in most girly drinks. It was half-full; he hoped Usagi and her friends were lightweights. Afterward, he checked for mixers in the refrigerator. Praise Yaten and his obsession with fruity smoothies; there was enough orange and cranberry juice for everyone.
And now he waits.
Twenty minutes passed by and he already was tricked twice into thinking that Usagi and her friends were walking through the door whenever it was more of the Lights' boring party guests. He sipped on a glass of Rumple Minze in order to satisfy his sweet tooth and get rid of the stuff. Yaten had bought it over a month ago just wanting to try it out and it sat in their freezer with only a shot of it taken; too sweet by every means.
He was already halfway done with his drink when the door opened a third time and they had finally arrived. All four of them looked lost and completely out of their element, although Yaten and Taiki were quick to come up and greet them before Seiya made his move.
"Oi, Odango, you made it."
She giggled. "Yeah, thanks for the invite."
"So I take it the slumber party got a little boring?" Seiya joked as he took another gulp of the peppermint liqueur.
"Eh, well…" Usagi blushed, "we just thought a change of scenery would liven things up a bit."
Seiya chuckled. "You just couldn't stand not seeing my face any longer. It's okay, you can tell me." He then flashed that smile of his.
The blonde beauty laughed and pushed him playfully. "Coincidentally, this is also where all the alcohol is."
"Come, I'll make you a drink." He grabbed her hand and led her toward the kitchen where the vodka and mixers were. Usagi felt a rush of warmth all throughout her body from his touch—his fingers were intertwined with hers and everything. Now she definitely needed a drink to calm her nerves.
The hour flew by as if it never happened. By this point, everyone was past the point of just being tipsy and buzzed and had progressed into the first level of drunkenness. The Lights and girls had scattered among the apartment making conversation and playing the usual drinking games. After a drawn-out play of king's cup, Seiya and Usagi found themselves on the couch together. Usagi was already working on her fourth screwdriver and Seiya was finishing up his second glass of Rumple. Had it been any other liqueur, the musician would still be fit to drive legally. But the 100 proof rating was really kicking his ass. He was at the point of idealistic bravery…
"Oi, Seiya, what is that you're drinking? You've been drinking it all night." Usagi asked, her speech a bit slurred. Seiya's premonition was right: she was very lightweight.
She asked him as he was taking another sip. "It's called Rumple."
"Rumple? What does it taste like?"
"Peppermint… A very strong one at that."
"Ooh, I love peppermint." The blonde was getting all excited. "Can I try it?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You really want to try it?"
She nodded her head vigorously and eagerly.
Seiya looked down into his glass—there was literally only a shot of it left. He was tempted to give the rest to her, to be the nice guy and let her try his drink. But he had other plans…
In one gulp, the peppermint liqueur was gone down his throat. Usagi's eyes widened in anger and confusion.
"That wasn't very ni-"
And then she suddenly could not speak anymore. For Seiya quickly planted his lips onto hers in a searing kiss. Usagi could taste the peppermint flavor on his lips and then later on his tongue. She opened her eyes for a moment from the shock of the unexpected kiss, but it did not take her long to melt into it. Her head was spinning a hundred miles a minute. She tried to remember how people made out in the movies but it then came naturally… and she also let Seiya take the lead. One of his hands slid around her waist as he put another one at the back of her head, taking handfuls of her blonde hair. His kiss was sweet and gentle and his tongue felt soft against hers. This felt better than it ever did in their dreams.
After a few more minutes of it, Seiya broke the kiss and smiled. "So what do you think?"
She was still in shock of the short make-out session and not quite all the way back on Earth. "Huh?"
"The Rumple… did it taste good?"
"Oh…" she chuckled, "Yeah…"
He looked into her glazed blue eyes for a moment before looking around the room. He spotted Minako sitting in Yaten's lap at their dinner table locked in a game of circle of death and Taiki and Ami talking literature in a corner of the room. It was safe to say that he and Usagi will not be missed.
"Come with me." The raven-haired boy took Usagi by the hand again and led her away to his bedroom.
