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Theme #36: Champagne

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Intoxicated

Mamoru stared morosely into his empty champagne glass. How many had he drunk? Five? Six? He had lost count long ago, but how could he be expected to concentrate when that girl would not cease giggling?

Her flirting was driving him absolutely mad! Did she have to use such a high squeaky voice? He could practically feel a migraine coming on. Usagi continued to bat her long eyelashes at his oblivious best-friend Motoki, equally oblivious to Mamoru's thoughts.

If he had known that all Usagi was going to do was attempt to seduce Motoki he would've refuse the little vixen when she begged him to take her to the dinner. Even if she used the puppy dog eyes. Or pouted with her full pink lips ripe for a kiss…

Mamoru quickly drew his hand from his glass as it shattered in his forceful grip. He mumbled an apology to Motoki and promised to replace it as he began carefully placing the sharp fragments into a cloth napkin. Motoki waved off the incident good-naturedly.

"I didn't really like it anyway," Motoki confided with a grin, "now we're even for that vase of yours I broke…"

Mamoru nodded as he listened to his friend speak without hearing a word he said. His hand was bleeding from a gash from the sharp edged glass but he could barely feel it. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted to get away from her. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go.

Slowly he began to pull out his chair. Inch by inch. Maybe they wouldn't notice him leaving. He could get away no questions asked. He began to stand...

"You're so funny Motoki!" Usagi's insane giggles erupted once more.

Mamoru froze like a rabbit caught in a car's lights then realized they hadn't noticed his movement. He made a dash for the door. His destination was in sight he reached out his hand and grasped the handle...

"Baka, where are you going?" Usagi called after Mamoru.

So, she managed to pull her eyes away from Motoki long enough to actually see me, Mamoru thought bitterly.

He spun around a guilty look on his face that immediately hardened. Guilty! Why should he feel guilty? They were the ones who were ignoring him. It would be better if he wasn't there. They wouldn't miss him anyway. She wouldn't miss him.

"I'm going home," Mamoru growled," I'm sure Motoki won't mind driving you home. See you later, Odango."

Mamoru stopped himself from slamming the front door behind him. Barely.

That hadn't been a hurt look on her face, he convinced himself, probably upset that the conversation had strayed from her darling Motoki.

He roughly pulled on his helmet, leaving the straps hanging loose after five attempts of fumbling to attach them, then he hopped onto his motorcycle. After revving his engine a few times he pulled out of the driveway and drew a deep breath of relief. This is where he belonged. With no one to confuse him. Just him and the road. Alone.

It was late and the night air was cool as it rushed by ruffling his dark hair. The buildings were a gray blur as he sped by, as were the cars that he passed with ease. The speed was exhilarating and it almost made him want to whoop with glee. Tonight he was invincible.

He turned onto a side dirt road. He might as well enjoy something tonight and a scenic route would be nice. Just him, the road and the stars. He didn't need friends. He didn't need love. And he definitely didn't need Usagi.

A thin, mottled dog ran across the now empty side road. Mamoru swerved to avoid it. A tree jumped into his way. He was flying. Then falling.

Dazed, Mamoru realized he was pinned under his bike, his ribs slowly being crushed from the weight. He had lost his helmet sometime during the crash and it lay about twenty feet from his broken body. Great lot of help it had been.

Deep inside his alcohol fogged mind Mamoru knew he was going to die. It was ironic, he had survived one car accident only to die in another. Just delaying the inevitable he supposed. You can't escape your destiny; you can run, but you can't hide. He would've laughed but blood bubbled to his lips causing him to cough and choke.

He tried to reach his cell phone but his hands would not obey his brain's commands. Paralyzed he lay there as the simple task of breathing grew more difficult with each passing second. As the world began to blur and grow dim a girl's smiling face came into focus. She had golden hair, large cerulean eyes, and oh-so-kissable lips. An angel in disguise.

Usagi. I'm sorry. His dear, sweet Usako. I'm so sorry.

He wondered if she would cry at his funeral.

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'til next time

MegTao