Author's Note: Okay I had to do one more.
I included small bits of the other characters in this one. Except for Lita. Don't ask. It just turned out that way.
Minako knew he was standing off to the side and watching the shoot. She noticed before it began. If she knew him like she believed she did then she knew he was waiting for her to apologize. Throughout the shoot the thought lingered. She knew it was needed. But when to apologize was the billion dollar question. She was set on talking to him once the shoot was over but he disappeared. Molly approached her and she put on her best fake smile.
She put on best genuine looking smile she could. It wasn't sincere but nobody knew that. They didn't need to ever know. Molly insisted they celebrate the end of a beautiful work session with a party. Minako was not one to turn down celebrations and agreed to meet Molly and the rest of the crew wherever they decided to meet. Maybe Molly could get Kunzite to show up. When Molly's phone beeped she happened to see it was Kunzite texting her. He left for the day. Minako's heart sank.
Damn man. Maybe this was the end of something that was only half started in Chicago? That was an irritable thought. When she thought deep down about it, not noticing Molly was walking away an idea popped into her head. she beamed, believing this was as good an idea as any other.
"Wait up, Molly!" She runs to catch up with her.
"Jadeite, I don't really want to go out tonight." Rei sighed fidgeting with her hair. The blonde man turns from the kitchen to stare at her quizzically. He came over earlier with pizza and planned an evening for the two of them. Rei half heartedly agreed to it. She wasn't in the mood, honestly. Her grandfather grew ill and there was more work to be done around the temple as well as her day job. Rei slouches into the couch and huffs out air.
Not to mention Minako's bad mood was contagious. Rei was worried about her too.
Jadeite returns to the living room with two plates of pizza. He sets the plates on the coffee table and takes a seat beside Rei, wrapping an arm around her. They hadn't been together very long and Rei was adamant about taking this very slow because she wasn't sure she was in a good place. But she couldn't say 'no' when Jadeite asked her to come over for dinner or when he surprised her with lilies waiting for her at work.
Jadeite was very patient, he respected her boundaries and tried not to overstep. He had learned all the quirky glares Rei came with and knew when her mood went south. However, he wasn't very good at knowing how to comfort her. Especially with the Minako situation. When Rei ranted to him on the phone about Kunzite and his stupidity, Jadeite was sitting at his desk in his house and he couldn't muster a single word of comfort. He offered her an "I can't believe he did that," and "Is she alright?"
"Rei, are you going to be okay?"
She shrugs not meeting his worried look before speaking. "I will. I'm frustrated the temple maidens aren't doing more to help my grandpa and Minako's situation."
"You can't do anything for Minako. Those two have to figure it for themselves." Jadeite assures her there isn't much she can do for the duo. "Both of them are equally stubborn."
"I know but I don't know what to really think about it. After hearing Minako tell it, she's in the wrong." Rei sighs. She knows Minako is wrong. When the blond looked doubtful and worried as she told them what happened, Rei knew. She could see it and she knew Minako knew it. Rei could always read people, it's like her sixth sense. It always helps her at work. She snuggles closer to Jadeite and he grabs the food. The two of them sit comfortably together and watch a movie.
"Before we get serious you better tell me if you have any deranged ex-girlfriends." She warns him taking a bite of her pizza.
"I will, relax. Wait!" He puts his slice back in the plate and turns to look at her, tilting his own head. "Do you mean we're getting serious eventually?"
Rei blushes as she nods. "Yes, eventually." She likes Jadeite and she trusts him as he has proven to be loyal and honest with her. But right now was not the time for a serious commitment. Jadeite being the gentleman he is, could live with that. He grins a lopsided grin and kisses her temple.
"Have you heard from Kunzite?" She narrows her blue eyes and scoops up another bite of ice cream. Mamoru turns the page of the newspaper, he so desperately doesn't want to have this repeated conversation with his wife. She's become a bit deranged about her friend's feelings. "Mamoru?" She tries again with her mouth full of ice cream. So her words aren't exactly coherent.
He pulls the newspaper away from his face and looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. "I know he went to work today."
"Minako texted me earlier. Said she was going too." Usagi says after finally swallowing the cold scoop. Mamoru shrugs and goes back to reading. He hopes to avoid having this conversation. "I wonder if they've killed each other yet?" Usagi stares off a bit lost in her own thoughts.
"Text her."
"Nah, she hasn't even replied to my earlier text. So what are we doing today?"
"You're not going to do anything outside of the house, my love." He finally puts the paper down for good and looks at her sweetly. Well somewhat. No more sweet expression. It's now a confused expression. Usagi planned to eat ice cream because she was craving it. He thought maybe two scoops of chocolate with some sprinkles. He was wrong. So wrong. The petite blond had chocolate scoops and strawberry scoops with whipped cream as a topping and pretzels. There wasn't just one scoop of each. Oh no. Usagi's bowl was running over on the breakfast bar. Manners were gone too. She was really digging in. She looks at his changed expression.
"What?"
"You've made a mess, Usako." He tells her chuckling.
"You try being pregnant, buster. The cravings aren't fun." She sticks her tongue out at him and goes back to eating and he excuses himself after checking the time on his phone. It was time for a late business meeting.
Work had been piling up with stocks climbing and the interest in new avenues to explore. Mamoru was trying to balance work with home life but he didn't know if he was doing a good job of it. Now with Usagi pregnant he didn't know what to expect, how much time he should spend at home and at work. What if she went into labor earlier than expected? Of course he didn't need to worry about that for months but the thought scared him. Tonight at the meeting he needed to find a step in, someone who could run the place while he was with her and the baby, when it's born.
Usagi noticed his peculiar behavior. She asked him why he looked exhausted more often than not and he told her of his worries. She was happy she stayed with him all of this time. She couldn't have asked for a better husband and soon to be father. She just wished he'd consider taking time to care for himself. She remembered when he was at his worst and there was nobody else he had. She was there. She helped him work through it. He always looked after her, made sure she had what she needed. Even now, he was more worried about her than himself. Yes, Usagi couldn't be happier. She was in love and nothing could take that away from her.
Ami pulls her glasses away from her face and clicks "power off" to turn her laptop off. She busied herself too much lately. First, when Minako announced she was traveling to Chicago with Kunzite. Second when Minako called to say she was leaving a day early. She didn't hang around her much this weekend in order to keep up with the paperwork that came with being a doctor. Standing up, Ami decides to find Zoicite.
Zoicite tried to keep up with the paperwork so Ami wouldn't have to however, when she looked over his work she decided it wasn't good enough. He didn't take offense to it because of the Minako situation. Ami didn't want the bad mood of the blond to rub off on her. Tonight, Zoicite let her work in silence and pulled a book from the shelf and climbed into bed.
"There you are. Whatcha reading?" Ami walks in and climbs on the other side of the bed. Zoicite places a bookmark between the two pages and turns to her, holding the book up. Ami smiles warmly and takes the book from his hand. "Interesting."
"It is. Did you finish?"
"I did. Figured I deserved an early night too."
Zoicite smirks and crawls closer to Ami. A bright shade of red glows on her cheeks. Despite how long the two have lived together and shared a bed Ami would always blush at Zoicite's antics. Hands on either side of her, he leans in first kissing her forehead then each rosy red cheek and finally her lips. Ami reaches for him, pulling him even closer. She loves kissing him, she never gets enough. But he pulls himself back for air.
"Someone in the mood?"
"Maybe." She giggles playfully.
"Is someone only in the mood to get their mind off how upset Minako and Kunzite are at each other?" Zoicite sits back on his butt staring at her questioningly. Ami gawks at him, not finding the words to create a coherent answer. "Aha!"
"Zoicite, I swear. I can't come in here and be affectionate with my husband?"
"You can when you have pure intentions, my sprite." He replies settling himself back onto his side of the bed. "I can wait, I'm not in a hurry." He knows this will bother her. She'll think he is not interested in her when it's quite the opposite in his head. She's timid and sometimes even though they've had sex numerous times and tried some kinky tricks, she can still feel insecure about herself. But he's always reminded her, she's beautiful inside and out, he doesn't need a supermodel.
Just as he figured, Ami huffed and grabbed for her pajamas and left for the bathroom. even though it wasn't late, Ami liked to be comfortable and wearing slacks and a blouse around the house wasn't comfortable. Once inside she slams the door to make a point. Whatever point that could be. Zoicite groans and reaches for his book. She'd forgive him. She always does.
"I want you." The voice cracks.
The sun already began it's descent, leaving shadows everywhere. The air is crisp biting at people. The changing season was noticeable.
Kunzite's hopeful look falters. Fidgeting, he pulls his jacket closer to him. He was hoping the woman was Minako. Hoping she followed him back to his apartment. Hoping she was ready to apologize. Then it dawned on him she didn't know where he lives. Fuck! So that leaves one female to explain this.
"Leave Trista." He says monotonously walking to the elevator. She stands firmly in her spot.
"I cannot live without you, Kunzite!" She sobs. He didn't notice she looked sad, in fact the shadows she stood in hid her face well. He stood with his hands in his pockets waiting for the elevator to come down. Trista continues begging to come back to him. She reminds him of the good times they shared, the masterpiece runway shows she worked for him, and the fun they had in the bedroom.
"Go away." He replies firmly, becoming agitated she was still trying. "If you continue to ignore my wishes then I'll call the local P.D and you'll be arrested for stalking."
Trista steps toward him, away from the shadows. She looks pissed with her small hands clenched into fists. She didn't wear her famous stilettos that made her look like a damn giant. She wore flats instead. Her brow furrowed and she's gritting her teeth.
"What does that stupid girl have that I don't?" She asks, jealously written all over her face.
Kunzite sighs. There was no walking away from Trista without an answer. Giving her one was just as bad though. Minako has spunk and she's lively. She isn't perfect by any means but she's cute and that makes up for the mistakes she makes. Even if she is stubborn and doesn't know when to apologize she is still likable. Trista isn't. She's a sociopath that leaves destruction behind her. She manipulates everyone to get her agenda done. He could tell her this but he wasn't sure she would like it very much. So he doesn't answer.
"Well?"
"Leave me alone, Trista."
She snarls in defeat and walks toward the exit, grumbling about something. He doesn't watch her go. Instead he steps in the elevator and sighs. Another long day. He pulls his cell phone out to look at any new notifications he could have. None. He puts his phone away again and steps out of the elevator when it rings to announce the arrival on the floor.
He pulls the apartment key out and slips it inside the lock. Once the door is open he steps in, taking in the rich scent of cinnamon. Wait. He frowns and shoves his keys in his pocket. Something else wasn't right either. Usually his pad smells manly. There was only female who cherished the scent that currently wafted throughout his place.
"Kunzite."
He turns around only to find someone sitting at his table. He rolls his eyes thinking to himself, "not again."
