Hi everyone. And so sorry that it took longer than usual to update this chapter. I have been super busy with work. I hope no one has lost their interest in the story.
I won't take much of your time, let's see some of the reviews:
SMSM92: Thank you for your review. And I hope you were able to read the rest of the story and have enjoyed them as well. Hopefully you will take liking in this new chapter as well. Please let me know what you think.
Nikugnfu: I'm glad that you've liked the story. Enjoy this chapter and don't forget to leave me a review and let me know what you think.
Chaoticwisdom: I'm sorry that you are unable to connect with Usagi's character in this story. In my defense though, I have been trying to portray her as a normal teenage girl who is struggling with her feelings; so many feelings that she is very much unfamiliar with. That being said, I know how strong and will powered she is; she is, after all, Sailor Moon. However, I wanted to show a side of her that we rarely see. A confused side that needs to be cherished at a age that young. She needs to find herself within her destiny. However, I surely hope that you will stick around to read the rest of the chapters. Things might change. You never know enjoy this chapter and please, let me know what you think.
Evil Uncle Abram: First of all, cool pen name Secondly, I really appreciate your words. It's not likely for readers to take any interest in Hiro's character, and even though I understand why, but just because he is my own creation, I also take liking in him as well I do understand what you mean about his logic though. However, please understand that even though he is not a teenager anymore, but he is still really young, and the fact that he has never been in love, puts him in a more uncomfortable position. Here he is, first time at being in love, and with a girl who is taken non-the-less. I think that should be hard on him. And plus, I never did say that he was a logical and well mannered young man he has ridiculed some major rules in dating through out the story; I mean the way he confessed to Usagi! Who does that really? Thank you again for your review and please, let me know what you think about the new chapter.
Nancy67: LOL, you worry too much my friend. One thing at a time. Don't worry, I won't let anything go unnoticed to our little Usagi Enjoy this chapter.
Nath08: Some break ups are inevitable in some points in a relationship. But don't worry, some people come out of them stronger in their bond Enjoy this chapter.
EndySere: I actually really like that saying myself. And in my opinion, just the fact that Mamoru was willing to give her that space, speaks volumes of his love and respect for her. He understands that she is young and inexperienced in the matters of love, and even though he is painfully in love with her, but he just wants to make sure that she is happy. I find that highly romantic, don't you think? Don't worry, more Usa/Mamo moments coming soon.
CiNdY5601: LOL I got so excited to see your awesome review. I've never been called awesome thank you so much. I hope you like this new chapter too. Let me know what you think. Cheers.
Elendrhys: LOL, mon ami, je vous remercie encore une fois pour une autre grande revue. Je comprends vos préoccupations et questions, mais chaque petit de détail que je remets à vous ici, est tout simplement l'histoire un peu terne. Et je ne veux vraiment pas à emporter le plaisir de ce mystère. J'aime torturer les lecteurs, juste un peu J'apprécie le fait que vous vous demandez comment cela va tourner, et je ne dirai rien gâcher la merveille! J'espère que vous apprécierez ce nouveau chapitre. Il est toujours un plaisir de lire vos commentaires merveilleux. Vous êtes vraiment un de mes fidèles lecteurs
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Author's POV:
The ticking sound of her small pink bedside clock was giving her a headache and she wondered whether the sound was always this loud.
She was lying on her side with her hands folded beneath her head. The last time she checked the damn clock, it was 1:30 am; that was probably an hour ago.
She couldn't sleep, even though she was actually very tired. But it was as if sleeping had fled her eyes for good and she wondered whether she was sleeping with her eyes open at some point. She couldn't tell the difference anymore.
The rain had finally stopped a few hours ago; so did the thunderstorm and by the time she got home, she could only hear small drops of water on the ceiling.
She kept playing the events of the night over and over as she tried to make some sense out of them.
Seeing Hiro in the middle of the street like that had actually shocked her at first. She wasn't expecting to see him at all; especially not after their last encounter and definitely not alone in the rain!
Her first instinct was to just nod her head in acknowledgment and pass him by without saying a word. But to be honest, she wasn't all that surprise when he had blocked her way out. Deep down, she knew that she had to face him sooner or later. The guy had actually confessed to her something really deep, so it was probably only a matter of time before he would try and speak to her again. So maybe, this was her chance to work out whatever needed to be worked out on! She couldn't get Minako's words out of her head. What she had said to her that day at the shrine, what the other two senshis actually backed up as well, "this might be the chance to figure out what it was that you felt," Minako had said to her. She was taken aback hearing her friend's advise. But when Rei and Makoto also encouraged her to give herself a chance with Hiro, she had to pause and really think about it. Little Ami was reluctant though, her eyes never met Usagi's while the other three teenagers kept talking about what she needed to do on and on the whole night, Ami just stared at her fingers and didn't say a word.
It was the day after their sleep over at Hikawa Shrine when Ami approached Usagi at the school and voiced her own opinion, "Usagi-chan, you know how much we all love you, and I don't think I need to tell you how much Mamoru-san loves you as well," Usagi's heart beat sped up upon hearing his name, "I don't agree with Minako and others 100%, but," she had paused to look straight in Usagi's blue orbs while taking her hand in a comforting gesture, "but I do think that you deserve to create your own destiny, and nothing makes me, us, happier to see you happy. I'm not saying that you should go out there and start dating Hiro-san right away, and I know how much you love Mamoru-san and what you have together is special, but..." that "but" had lingered between the two; Ami didn't need to say anything else, Usagi had understood what she was telling her and ever since the previous night, she had actually allowed herself to think about the night of the party and Kousei Hiro in a new perspective.
A part of her young heart was blushing at the fact that a "boy" other than Mamoru had said those three little words to her. She couldn't remember hearing those words from someone other than him in her past life either; of course, a few princes and other suitors from the Alliance had showed their obvious interest in her, but by the time any of them were able to get too close to her and maybe create some sort of a relationship, she had already fallen in love with her prince and she only had eyes for him; and she had died so young in her past life, she never got the chance to know what love could actually bring her.
So with all those little voices in her head, she had allowed Hiro to take her hand (literally) and lead her (literally) to the small bistro café he knew. They had speed walked through the rainy streets for two blocks before he ushered her inside of the cozy and warm cottage like cafe. They had to stand at the entrance for a few minutes to shake their selves from the water that was dripping off their forms. Usagi's raincoat had come in handy that afternoon when she had left her house to go to the manga store. But Hiro was soaked; his white and blue outfit was clinging to his body like a second skin and his brown hair was laying flat on his head, drips of water going down his flushed face. He ran his hands through his wet hair and guided his dripping bangs away from his face.
"Hey Hiro-kun, long time no see," Usagi heard a female voice call out. She turned around to see whom it was, while attempting to take off her coat.
"Hey Amori-san, yeah I know, it's been a while," came Hiro's voice from behind, and suddenly she felt a small tug on her shoulders as Hiro reached out to help her out of her coat. Usagi felt her cheeks flush at the sweet gesture, but she couldn't get Mamoru's image out of her mind and the countless times he had done the same thing for her.
Hiro looked down at her and gave a little smile as he took her coat and hung it on the small rack beside the door.
"Well, it's really good to see you. Who's your little friend?" a middle aged woman with short black hair and extremely kind brown eyes came up to the duo and smiled at Usagi. She smiled back at her with her signature "hi, I'm Tsukino Usagi, and I like to be your friend" look on her face.
"This is Tsukino Usagi, she's a...friend of mine," Hiro said to the lady with a tiny smile. She smiled back at him, but her face suddenly lost its cool expression when she saw him up close, "Oh My God Hiro-kun, what happened to your face?" she asked him as she reached out and place her palm on his cheek. Hiro flinched at the contact; he had totally forgotten about his cracked nose and messed up eye. Usagi looked at him for a mere second before averting her eyes away from him, "Volleyball practice Amori-san, you know how it is. I missed a ball during a game," he lied quickly. The lady narrowed her eyes at him, as if trying to figure out whether he was telling the truth or not, but she didn't push for anything more, "well be careful next time son. Don't want to bruise your handsome face now," she smiled again as she turned around to Usagi.
"Hello Usagi-san, it's nice to meet you. I'm Amori Mai," she reached out her hand to shake Usagi's.
"It's nice to meet you Amori-san," Usagi said well hearted and took the woman's hand.
"Oh dear, your hand is so cold, come now, you're in need of a very warm drink I suppose," Mai pulled Usagi towards herself and led her through the café with Hiro in tow.
They sat at a small table for two with a white lace tablecloth and flower printed small plates and cutlery. The whole café had an English style; the walls had flower wallpapers and there were a lot of plants and flower vases around the whole place.
Usagi was looking around in awe, "this place is so cute," she thought to herself, "and it didn't even seem that inviting from the outside," she told herself mentally. She watched the ceiling that had small glass pendants with red and white lilies on them. She looked down from the ceiling and was met with Hiro's heated gaze on herself. She blushed under his stare and averted her eyes to the counter, where Mai was preparing something.
"Ne, what would you like to eat?" she snapped out of her haze and looked back at Hiro, who was still watching her.
"Umm, I don't know," came her low response.
"How about a nice hot coffee?" Usagi had to wrinkle her little nose at the idea in disgust, an expression that Hiro found super amusing. He laughed out loud, "I think somebody's not a big fan," he said in between his laughter. Usagi nodded her head and put her folded hands on the table.
"So maybe a hot chocolate? Amori-san makes the best hot coco in town, maybe even the country," he smiled.
"Now now Hiro-kun, you're going to make me blush," Mai said as she looked at them from the counter. Usagi looked at her and smiled a little. There was just something about her that Usagi really liked. She had that comforting and motherly look on her face that could melt down anyone's barriers; and since Usagi had none, it was only natural for her to fall under Mai's charming spell faster than anyone else.
"I'm just pointing out the truth Amori-san. So I think we will have one hot coco and a tea," he gave out their order when a semi loud stomach growl averted his attention back to the blond sitting in front of him. Usagi had one hand on her tiny stomach and she looked extremely embarrassed. Hiro chuckled internally, "and maybe one of those Manchester tarts for Usagi-chan here to try," he smiled at Usagi while saying that. She looked up at him as soon as he said her name, with that slight change of honorific that spoke volumes of his inner feelings.
They sat there in silence while Mai prepared their snack. The sound of the heavy rain could be heard from the outside and every now and then a thunderstorm would make Usagi jump on her sit, to which Hiro chuckled at every time. He kept looking at her like she was the only person in that place. There weren't a lot of customers around anyway, aside from an old man sitting alone by the window and three women in their late thirties sitting at a table two rows away from them; but Usagi had the feeling that even if the café was packed, Hiro would still be looking at her like that.
She really didn't know what to say. She didn't know him that well, just that he went to the same college as Mamoru. His name tugged at her heart again, and suddenly she couldn't stop her breathing from becoming harsh and her heart beat going faster. What was she doing here? And with a guy that had hurt Mamo-chan's feelings and ego like that? Was this considered cheating? Even though he had broken off things with her himself, was it wrong for her to be sitting at a table with Hiro like that?
"Amori-san used to live in London for a few years, she was apparently in love with the high tea community and their pastries," Hiro chuckled, "that's why she decided to open up an English tea house here in Tokyo," he finished while glancing at the woman in question.
Usagi felt an extreme sense of appreciation when he broke the awkward silence. Her thoughts were taking her to depressing places that she just didn't have the heart for.
"How did you find this place?" she asked genuinely interested.
Hiro smiled when she voiced her question. He was getting a bit nervous when she just sat there mute. He really wanted her to feel comfortable with him and he wanted so much for her to trust him. He had, after all, broke the initiate trust the night of the party.
"Amori-san is one of my mom's oldest friends, they went to high school together," he said as Mai approached their table with a tray in her hands.
"We were inseparable," Mai said as she placed two hot cups in front of them with the pastry. Usagi's eyes immediately lit up upon seeing it and Hiro couldn't help but laugh at her adorable expression. Mai also chuckled at her antic, which made Usagi blush a little. "I hope you like the tart, I truly take pride in it," she said smiling down on her.
"Well, sweets are my favorites, so I think you can be sure that I will highly enjoy this. It smells delicious," Usagi smiled back at her and for a second Hiro couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her bangs were still damped and looked slightly darker than their original light blond color. Strands of blond hair were scattered around her neck and cheek bones as she looked up at Mai and closed her eyes with a huge grin on her face, "she's beautiful," he thought to himself as she continued speaking with Mai, "I want to touch her again and hold her close, no...no... don't even go there you moron," he shouted at himself mentally before turning his attention to what Mai was saying to him.
"You should bring Usagi-chan here more often then, I could wow her with my bakery skills," she laughed and patted his shoulder. Hiro simply smiled at her, making no promises at all. Usagi was someone else's girl friend, and her being there with him was just his great luck that day; nothing more. He took his tea in his hand after Mai left their table and took a sip of the hot liquid and looked at Usagi who had already dug into the tart with all her might. She took the first bite and couldn't help the appreciating moan that escaped her throat. The small sip of hot tea jumped down Hiro's throat as he heard the little sound she made. He coughed and coughed, hoping to get rid of the sudden longing he had felt in his chest upon hearing her.
"Are you okay?" Usagi asked him with her mouth full. Her eyebrows were raised in concern, but she never seized eating the tart.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I should leave the tea to cool down a little," he rubbed his chest and looked at her again, "so..." he paused; he seriously didn't know what to say anymore. He had a million questions in mind to ask her, but he found himself wanting to ask just one thing over and over again, "what do you think of me?" but he didn't want to scare her off or worst, piss her off. The glare she had thrown his way that night before she got into Mamoru's car had broken a part of his ego; he still hadn't recover from that and he didn't trust that his ego could take anymore of her angry stares just yet.
"So..." Usagi repeated. But she didn't say anything else. She simply chewed the tart, followed by a sip of the hot chocolate. She had to handed to him though, he was absolutely right about the hot coco. It was simply the best she had ever drunk.
"I'm sorry about what happened the other night," Hiro suddenly said, knowing that their current situation might not present itself to him that easily anymore. Having her with him, all alone at his favorite spot in all Tokyo seemed like a dream and he was intent to make it count.
Usagi stared at him for a while, and even though she knew that talking about that night was inevitable, a tiny part of her had hoped to avoid the topic altogether. But the time had come and she couldn't run away from it...from him... anymore.
She sighed and took another small sip of her coco, "okay," she said to him in a low voice, not knowing where to begin. Did she even have the courage to ask him whether what he said, what he claimed, was true?
"I don't know what came over me, I mean, I really did want to speak to you alone and when Mamoru-kun said that I couldn't...I mean...I got upset and...well you probably know what had happened earlier that day, so..." Usagi cut him off urgently, "did he do that to your face?" she asked him while leaning a bit on the table and looking at him with wide eyes. She could still see the light purple line under his eye, but his nose looked a little bit better, "Ummm, no...no...that wasn't Mamoru-kun actually," Hiro mumbled. She obviously didn't know about Motoki's confrontation and maybe it was better to let it be that way, but looking at her waiting eyes, he knew he didn't stand the chance to lie to her face, "that was a gift from Furuhata," he said a little bit frustrated. He could never hide his dislike for the guy, not even in front of Usagi.
Usagi's eyes widened in disbelief; Motoki was the one giving him the black eye? But why? "Why? What happened between you and Motoki-onii-san?" she asked him again.
Hiro sighed and stared at his tea before looking up at her face, "well, because of what had happened the night of the party," he watched as Usagi's face reddened and her eyes went a little wider. She took a deep inhale and averted her eyes away from him.
"He came up to me last Monday and we got into a little...argument. Things got out of hand and so...yeah," he didn't know to explain any further. The state of his swollen face last Tuesday and even now, spoke for itself.
"But...but what about what Mamo-chan said to you...about your earlier meet that night..." Usagi asked him without actually looking at him. She still remembered how Mamoru had threatened him to do worst than what he had done before...so what was that about?
Hiro gave out a little irritated laugh, "well, he did see me at the campus the day after Furuhata paid his little visit. And as you can tell, things weren't pretty. So Mamoru-kun presented me with yet another fist," his voice trailed off when he saw the shocked expression on Usagi's face.
"How did you not know about this? Didn't he tell you?" he asked her with confusion. She seemed to be in the dark about the whole tension between him and her boy friend. He watched her as she fiddled with her cup and then her hands. She was avoiding his eyes and he could tell that she wanted to say something, but probably didn't know how to phrase it, "what's wrong? Please tell me," he said almost pleadingly. He really wanted to know, he needed to know what was on her mind.
Usagi took a small glance at him before looking back at her hands, "Mamo-chan and I didn't get to talk much after we saw you...I mean...we did talk...but he didn't tell me that he did that to you..." she paused and took another nervous sip of her now cold cup. Hiro didn't utter a word, but he kept staring at her with encouraging eyes, "I...he...we...I mean...he thought that we should be a part for a while and..." Usagi's voice trailed off as she remembered her last night with Mamoru and his parting words to her. She couldn't stop the tears that rushed into her eyes as the image of her shaking hands became blurry. Her heart ached remembering their desperate kiss and the longing look Mamoru had given her before she left his car. What was she doing to him?
Hiro's eyes couldn't get any wider even if he tried to. He looked at the young girl in front of him, as she lowered her head in sadness and tried to hide the obvious tears in her eyes. He was lost at words. He honestly didn't know what to say to her, how to comfort her. A part of him cheered at the fact that she was no longer with Mamoru, that she was free and available to be pursued...well at least now more publically. And a part of him wanted so desperately to rid her of her obvious misery. She looked...broken when she had said those words. Was she that much in love with Mamoru? Or was it just the fact that she was a teenager who just had her heart broken?
"Umm...I'm so sorry to hear that...I mean...I don't know what to say," he said finally. Usagi was still looking at her cup, clutching it so tight that her pale knuckles had turned a deep shade of white. Hiro looked at her for a moment before bracing himself and reach out to touch her pale hand. Usagi flinched at the contact and looked up at him with wide eyes. He didn't back down, he took her hand firmly in his own, cherishing the soft skin and the warm feel of her tiny fingers in his hand.
"What I said to you...ummm...was that the cause?" he asked her almost knowingly. But at the same time, it seemed so out of character for Mamoru to break up with her because of what he had claimed. Unless...
"Well...that had a huge part in it...yes," she answered in a whisper. Her eyes were set on their hands. In the blur of her tears, she could see how his thumb was slowly caressing her hand; she shivered a little.
"Was there any other reason?" he lowered his head slightly on the table so his eyes could catch her attention. Her cheeks turned into a light pink as she tried to avoid him again. She didn't respond.
"Usagi-chan, please talk to me. I've been wanting to speak to you like this, in private and alone for a long time, and now that I have the chance...please tell me what's on your mind," he pleaded with her again while squeezing her hand a little to point out his nervousness.
"I don't know what to do," her response came out almost urgently as she finally looked up at him and he could see the wave of tears in her eyes. She slowly pulled her hand out of his grip and lowered it on her lap. His hand lingered where it was a little longer, before he too retrieved it and placed both his elbows on the table.
"About what?" he asked, without breaking eye contact.
"Mamo-chan and everyone else say that I need to figure out my feelings, and," he cut her off abruptly, "feelings about what?" he leaned in to take a better look at her. The drops of heavy rain were still heard from the outside and the café was almost empty now.
"I...I'm not sure about what I feel...felt that night at the party, I mean, it was like as if I wasn't completely me anymore and when you..." she blushed and averted her eyes once again, "when I kissed you..." Hiro finished her sentence for her, while he remembered the feeling of her soft lips under his wondering mouth and her tiny frame against his own. He had missed that feeling every day since that night.
Usagi closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before looking at him again, "yes...at first it was like...different from what I always had with Mamo-chan, but then...it almost broke my heart at the same time," she continued. Hiro couldn't hide the surprise look that overtook him, "it broke your heart? Why? What do you mean?" something in the pit of his stomach tightened upon hearing her words. What was she saying? Was it that bad? That it had literally broke her heart?
"I was kissing another guy, someone that wasn't Mamo-chan...it felt like cheating," she almost choked on her last word. She inhaled once again and sat back a little on her chair. She looked at where Mai was standing as she wiped the small counter while singing to herself. She wasn't looking at them, but a part of Usagi felt that she knew what they were talking about.
"You didn't cheat, it was wrong of me to do what I did, to put you in that situation...but I...I really couldn't help myself...Usagi-chan...I love you," his hand reached out to her hurriedly, took a hold of her folded arms on her chest and almost harshly, he pulled her towards the table. Usagi gasped and looked at him as if he had gone mad.
"I know how I feel about you and I'm not ashamed to say it again. I love you and I don't know if that means anything to you, but I needed you to know how I felt. I have been fighting these feelings for the past couple of months. But the night of the party, when I saw you there alone I just figured that...this might be my only chance at love. I'm not an affectionate person Usagi-chan, I mean, I am affectionate, but I was never with anyone long enough to create a bond. I didn't even believe in love, especially not in love at first sight. Everything for me, concerning girls, was based on physical satisfaction," Usagi blushed again at his words, and he knew he was probably making her uncomfortable, but now that he had started his speech, there was no way he would stop, "I know how that sounds, and I'm not proud of who I was before. But if you give me the chance, if you give us a chance, I promise you that I would become a better man, for you, because even though your not mine, I'm still trying to become a better man, in hopes to become worthy of you," he finished his long one-sided talk with a deep exhale. He was practically panting. He kept staring at her eyes to try and read her emotions...any emotion that she might have at that moment. Her eyes were blank and Hiro couldn't see anything in them.
The heavy rain outside seemed to slowly die down, and even though Usagi was silent, Hiro couldn't think of a better way to spend that rainy night.
Mamoru's POV:
I was sitting at the park at my usual bench, reading a chemistry book for an upcoming midterm I had. But I knew that the book in my hand was only a show for the outside world, because my mind was not even one ounce focused on it.
All I could think about was Usako's hand in his, when he had pulled her to walk with him. I waited at my hidden spot even after I lost the sight of them around the corner. I was on my way back to the campus when I had that weird feeling I always had when Usako was near and I just had to look around to make sure that I was only day dreaming. As it turned out, I wasn't! There she was standing in the rain, with her raincoat, all white and pink and I found myself wanting to run to her and pull her in my arms; she was afraid of the thunderstorm and I was afraid that she would be frightened. I took one step at her direction on the other side of the street; and that's when I saw him. He was in his practice outfit and he seemed surprised to see her. I kept looking at them as they just stood there for a while, without uttering a word. It took a while for either of them to speak, but once I saw him blocking her way, I knew he was going to get her to talk to him. And I honestly didn't expect anything else. Usako's love does that to you. It makes you feel out of character every now and then; it gives you strength to go out of your skin and do things that might not be your forte. And I knew he wasn't letting her go without a fight. But was I doing the same thing? Had I completely ruined us? Did my weird logic of giving her space and letting her "spread her wings" make her believe that I wasn't fighting for her anymore?
I looked at the water fountain in front of me. Usako and I always sit at the same bench whenever we hang out here. The water gives us some sort of a peace that sometimes becomes a luxury in our lives. I could remember that night after a battle when I took her alter ego here to calm her nerves. Sometimes she would get nervous and panicked after a fight and I treasured the fact that I was able to calm her down. I had held her close to me that night as she inhaled and exhaled deeply into my chest. Her slender arms were wrapped tightly around my waist as I caressed her golden hair. "Can I stay with you tonight?" she had asked me in a whisper and I smiled against her head; she could always read my mind, "yes, of course," I had answered.
I closed my eyes as I remembered that magical night. I could still feel her soft body beneath mine, as I loved her passionately and carefully. I had made sure to kiss and lick every nook and cranny of her delicious body, as she wriggled and arched under my touch. I had kissed her lips over and over again, gaining the same passion and lust from her every time. I could still hear her soft moans and squeaks as I had thrusted into her with all I was worth. I never seemed to be able to get enough of her, because that night I had made passionate and gentle love to her until she was spent and fell asleep in my arms. She was the love of my life. She was my everything.
I closed my eyes again.
What the hell had I done?
Hiro's POV:
It was 8:00 in the morning and I was already exhausted out of my mind. The day hadn't begun yet and all I wanted to do was just to go back to my room and lay on my bed, while day dreaming about...
I was pulled out of my thoughts as I watched Mamoru enter the class with his usual cool grace. He had his briefcase in one hand, with a bunch of papers in another. He made his way swiftly along the classroom, as he nodded and smiled at people on his way to the table. I kept staring at him as if trying to figure out what had happened between the two of them the night before. He stood by the table as he gently put down his stuff on it, I could see his hands and eyes lingering a little too long for the task in hand, before he turned his head towards where I was sitting and caught me looking at him. I gulped a little bit, but I didn't turn away my gaze. Chiba Mamoru might not be my friend anymore, but there was just something about him that made me respect him to no end.
His eyes stilled on mine for a few long moments before he slowly started walking up to me. I wasn't surprised. I had known since last night that he would come up to me sometime during the day. It was inevitable.
I didn't move at all when he towered over my sitting position. I kept my eyes on him and waited for him to speak. I knew he would; that was the whole plan after all.
"We need to talk," he said to me, and I felt like our last brutal and ugly encounter hadn't happen at all. His voice, although stern, but it didn't hold any hatred in it. And for a moment, I felt relieved.
I nodded my head in understanding, but I still kept quite. His eyes left mine for a split second, as if he was trying to figure out his next move. And I just had to wonder how he looked like that night before, when Usagi had showed up at his apartment; unannounced. I should know, because I was the one giving her the ride.
I remembered her determined eyes as she looked at me with a heartwarming smile and nodded her head in understanding. I could have been easily drowned in the sea of her blue orbs. She was exquisite.
"After class?" came his voice again and I looked up at him to meet his eyes. I nodded again, a little bit stupidly I suppose, "Yes, after class," I answered him.
I watched his retrieved form as he settled at his desk. His black hair was boyishly messy and at that moment, he looked so young. I almost felt like I was watching my younger brother. I flinched at the thought.
As I averted my eyes at the entrance of the class and was met with the sight of our professor, I couldn't help but thinking how he had reacted to Usagi's news the night before.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in anyway. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.