What Men Want
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Lady Aisheteru: Someone voiced a concern about this being a hentai
fic. All prudes rejoice; I'm NOT that kind of writer.
Also, I would like to apologize to all of my male readers; as my pen
name suggests, I am a lady...so what men are thinking in this fic
probably isn't a good reflection of what men actually think. Gomen!
And to answer all timeline questions; this is yet another 1st season
fic; Usagi is 14, and Mamoru is....oh, I don't know...17?
Heh heh heh...Motoki's not really a closet hentai, he's just a guy.
I'll be playing with poor Motoki-san a lot in this fic. Bear with me,
people.
I know this was a long author's note...gomen! On with the fic!
Standard disclaimers go here.
~*~ around a person's name denotes point of view. For example,
~*~Mamoru~*~ denotes Mamoru's POV.
' ' denotes thought.
Chapter One - Unintentional Revelations
~*~Usagi~*~
It was Saturday, one of my favorite days of the week, because I get to
sleep in. Not only was it Saturday, but it was also gorgeous out, I
noted, looking out of my bedroom window. The sun was shining in a
cloudless sky, as if nature wanted to forget about yesterday's storm
as much as I did. I didn't want to see a rainy day for a LONG time.
Unable to stay in bed any longer, I threw on some clothes and began my
walk to the Crown Arcade, to have some of Unazuki's triple stack
chocolate chip pancakes, which were famous all over Juuban. My
stomach growled at the thought of it.
'Hey you! I need to pee!'
I looked around for the source of the voice and saw a woman walking an
anxious dog, who tried in vain to stop every two seconds, and was
apparently male.
A jogger, a young man in a business suit and a man looking at his
watch passed me by.
'Just half a mile more...'
'Whoo! Nice butt!'
'I hope my car's ready to come out of the shop...'
Just as I was recovering from so many alien thoughts, a bunch of
marathon runners zoomed by me, each one leaving a fleeting thought in
my mind.
'Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut...'
'My feet are KILLING me!'
'Out of my way, slowpoke!'
'Water...need...water...'
'Oh yeah! I'm winning! WHO DA MAN?! WHO DA MAN?!'
I shook my head and walked into the arcade. I snuck up behind Motoki,
like I do every Saturday morning, and touched his shoulder.
"GAAAAAH!" screeched Motoki, whirling around.
I smiled. 'I never get tired of this,' I thought.
"Ohayo, Motoki-san!" I said brightly.
"Ohayo! The usual?" he asked.
"You know it!" I said, beaming.
Motoki rushed off to take my order to Unazuki. 'Man, I've never seen
him move so fast. What's eating him?' I wondered.
As he rushed off, I heard 'I love Reika...I love Reika...'
I giggled and sat in front of the counter.
"Ohayo, odango!" I heard a deep voice say next to me.
I turned to my left and was greeted by the sight of my arch-enemy,
Chiba Mamoru. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Hi, Mamoru."
'Thank God she's okay. Hn...she looks good today...'
I widened my eyes. These were the thoughts of my nemesis, the one who
always teases my hair, my grades, my eating habits, my klutziness, and
runs into me every weekday morning?
"So...fail any tests lately?" he said, grinning.
'Okay, I take it back. He IS a creep,'
"For your information, I got a 75 on my last test!" I said, poking him
in the chest.
'Wow. Nice pecs,' I thought, but was soon interrupted by Mamoru
thinking, 'Man, she sure is cute when she's angry.'
'So THAT's why he teases me...' I thought. Still, I continued my
tirade, not wanting him to suspect anything. "I try VERY hard! It's
not my fault everything's so hard!"
'I'd be willing to bet she'd do well with a tutor,' thought Mamoru.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. A way to further get inside the head of
Chiba Mamoru and figure out these thoughts of his, which were as
confusing as the man himself.
"I wonder if I'd do better with a tutor. Let's see if Motoki's
free..." I began coyly.
At this, Motoki rushed back into the kitchen, still carrying my
pancakes.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE WITH MY FOOD!" I wailed.
Moments later, a flour covered Unazuki came out with my breakfast.
"Gomen nasai, Usagi. Motoki's not feeling well today," she said,
smiling apologetically.
"Hmph," I said. "I hope he's okay."
"He'll be fine," said Unazuki, smiling at me and walking back into the
kitchen.
"So....you need a tutor?" asked Mamoru.
"I dunno..." I said between mouthfuls of pancake. "If my grades
improve, what could you tease me about?"
"Well, your eating habits haven't gotten that much attention lately,"
he said, grinning.
I paused long enough between bites to stick my tongue out at him.
"Well, what time is good for you?" he asked.
"Today?"
Mamoru chuckled. "Yes, today."
"I guess....7 p.m. would be good for me...it gives me time to eat my
dinner."
"Hey, Usagi!" came a cheerful voice from behind me.
"What's up, Naru?" I asked.
She held up a flier. "BIG sale at the mall today!"
My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, "SUGOI! I am SO there!" I said.
I took a final bite of my pancakes, licked the chocolate off my fork,
put some yen on the counter then took off.
But as I headed out the door, one thought hit me loud and clear;
'I wonder what it would be like to kiss her...'
I spun around to see Mamoru sitting there, staring at nothing in
particular, a dreamy expression on his face.
"Bye, Mamoru! See you at 7!" I said.
"See you then, at my place, odango," he drawled.
Filing away Mamoru's thoughts for future reference, I dashed off for
the mall, Naru trailing closely behind.
~*~Mamoru~*~
"SUGOI! I am SO there!" exclaimed Usagi. She took one last bite of
her pancakes, gave her fork a lick, savoring that last bit of
chocolate, then hastily placed some yen on the counter and got up to
leave with her bubbly red headed friend, Naru.
Seeing Usagi lick her fork gave me a wicked idea, 'I wonder what it
would be like to kiss her....'
Suddenly, Usagi whirled around and looked straight at me. There was a
question in her eyes, but it quickly vanished as she smiled and said,
"Bye, Mamoru. See you at 7!"
"See you then, at my place, odango," I said.
After she left, I frowned into my coffee, stirring the cold, brown
liquid absently with my spoon. I hated Naru for taking my odango away
from me. I had been looking forward to a good verbal sparring match
with Usagi all morning. I smiled then, remembering the adorable way
her face crinkles up and her lip sticks out whenever she's angry.
Truth be told, it was the only reason I came on Saturdays, but I'd die
before I admitted that to anyone, especially that blabbermouth,
Motoki.
"Penny for your thoughts, Mamoru?" asked Motoki, who had come out of
hiding as soon as Usagi had left. Why he was avoiding her like that
was beyond me.
"I was just wondering why you've been avoiding Usagi like the plague
all morning," I said, which wasn't technically a lie.
Motoki laughed nervously. "What makes you think I've been avoiding
her?"
"Oh, come off it, Motoki. You're a terrible liar," I said.
"Hn..." he said, his smile disappearing.
"Did you two have a fight or something?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Then what is it?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
Motoki turned three shades of red as he mumbled
"Ikindasawhernakedwhenyoutookherinlastnight..."
I spat out my coffee. "You WHAT?!" I roared.
"Heh heh heh...relax, it was just because her clothes were wet and she
was borderline hypothermic...heh heh heh..."
Then something occurred to him. "What's it to you, anyways?"
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Uh...nothing..." I muttered
sheepishly.
"Riiiiiiight. And you said I was a bad liar," said Motoki, grinning.
"Whatever you say, Motoki," I grumbled, taking out some yen. I did
not like where this conversation was heading.
Motoki promptly snatched away my wallet and drew out my prized picture
of Usagi. "AHA! What's THIS?!" he said, glowing triumphantly.
"N...nothing. Now give it back, baka!"
"How did you get it?" he said, holding it just out of arm's reach.
"If you must know, I took it out of my yearbook," I said.
"But you don't go to Juuban Middle school. You haven't been there for
four years." he pointed out.
"I snuck in and bought a copy, okay?"
"Wow. You must really like her if you bought another school's
yearbook, then mutilated it," mused Motoki, handing it back to me.
"If you breathe this to a living soul, I will tell Reika personally
that you saw Usagi naked!" I said in a low whisper.
"You wouldn't!" said Motoki, turning white.
"Try me," I said, grinning like a shark. "Ja ne!"
I walked off to my apartment and inspected the fridge. Finding
nothing but a jar of olives and a bottle of seltzer, I decided that a
trip to the grocery store was due, especially if I was to be the tutor
of such a ravenous guest. I purchased all the essentials, vegetables,
fruit, cereal, milk, flour, sugar, chicken...and I added some junk
food just in case.
After putting all of those things away, I inspected my apartment,
which was, as usual, spotless. So I sat down and watched an old
Italian flick on DVD,(AN: We all know that nothing good is on Saturday
afternoons, ne?) waiting for my Usagi to come.
Lady Aisheteru: Hmmm...don't have anything else to say here, except
R&R please! Ja minna!
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Lady Aisheteru: Someone voiced a concern about this being a hentai
fic. All prudes rejoice; I'm NOT that kind of writer.
Also, I would like to apologize to all of my male readers; as my pen
name suggests, I am a lady...so what men are thinking in this fic
probably isn't a good reflection of what men actually think. Gomen!
And to answer all timeline questions; this is yet another 1st season
fic; Usagi is 14, and Mamoru is....oh, I don't know...17?
Heh heh heh...Motoki's not really a closet hentai, he's just a guy.
I'll be playing with poor Motoki-san a lot in this fic. Bear with me,
people.
I know this was a long author's note...gomen! On with the fic!
Standard disclaimers go here.
~*~ around a person's name denotes point of view. For example,
~*~Mamoru~*~ denotes Mamoru's POV.
' ' denotes thought.
Chapter One - Unintentional Revelations
~*~Usagi~*~
It was Saturday, one of my favorite days of the week, because I get to
sleep in. Not only was it Saturday, but it was also gorgeous out, I
noted, looking out of my bedroom window. The sun was shining in a
cloudless sky, as if nature wanted to forget about yesterday's storm
as much as I did. I didn't want to see a rainy day for a LONG time.
Unable to stay in bed any longer, I threw on some clothes and began my
walk to the Crown Arcade, to have some of Unazuki's triple stack
chocolate chip pancakes, which were famous all over Juuban. My
stomach growled at the thought of it.
'Hey you! I need to pee!'
I looked around for the source of the voice and saw a woman walking an
anxious dog, who tried in vain to stop every two seconds, and was
apparently male.
A jogger, a young man in a business suit and a man looking at his
watch passed me by.
'Just half a mile more...'
'Whoo! Nice butt!'
'I hope my car's ready to come out of the shop...'
Just as I was recovering from so many alien thoughts, a bunch of
marathon runners zoomed by me, each one leaving a fleeting thought in
my mind.
'Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut...'
'My feet are KILLING me!'
'Out of my way, slowpoke!'
'Water...need...water...'
'Oh yeah! I'm winning! WHO DA MAN?! WHO DA MAN?!'
I shook my head and walked into the arcade. I snuck up behind Motoki,
like I do every Saturday morning, and touched his shoulder.
"GAAAAAH!" screeched Motoki, whirling around.
I smiled. 'I never get tired of this,' I thought.
"Ohayo, Motoki-san!" I said brightly.
"Ohayo! The usual?" he asked.
"You know it!" I said, beaming.
Motoki rushed off to take my order to Unazuki. 'Man, I've never seen
him move so fast. What's eating him?' I wondered.
As he rushed off, I heard 'I love Reika...I love Reika...'
I giggled and sat in front of the counter.
"Ohayo, odango!" I heard a deep voice say next to me.
I turned to my left and was greeted by the sight of my arch-enemy,
Chiba Mamoru. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Hi, Mamoru."
'Thank God she's okay. Hn...she looks good today...'
I widened my eyes. These were the thoughts of my nemesis, the one who
always teases my hair, my grades, my eating habits, my klutziness, and
runs into me every weekday morning?
"So...fail any tests lately?" he said, grinning.
'Okay, I take it back. He IS a creep,'
"For your information, I got a 75 on my last test!" I said, poking him
in the chest.
'Wow. Nice pecs,' I thought, but was soon interrupted by Mamoru
thinking, 'Man, she sure is cute when she's angry.'
'So THAT's why he teases me...' I thought. Still, I continued my
tirade, not wanting him to suspect anything. "I try VERY hard! It's
not my fault everything's so hard!"
'I'd be willing to bet she'd do well with a tutor,' thought Mamoru.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. A way to further get inside the head of
Chiba Mamoru and figure out these thoughts of his, which were as
confusing as the man himself.
"I wonder if I'd do better with a tutor. Let's see if Motoki's
free..." I began coyly.
At this, Motoki rushed back into the kitchen, still carrying my
pancakes.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE WITH MY FOOD!" I wailed.
Moments later, a flour covered Unazuki came out with my breakfast.
"Gomen nasai, Usagi. Motoki's not feeling well today," she said,
smiling apologetically.
"Hmph," I said. "I hope he's okay."
"He'll be fine," said Unazuki, smiling at me and walking back into the
kitchen.
"So....you need a tutor?" asked Mamoru.
"I dunno..." I said between mouthfuls of pancake. "If my grades
improve, what could you tease me about?"
"Well, your eating habits haven't gotten that much attention lately,"
he said, grinning.
I paused long enough between bites to stick my tongue out at him.
"Well, what time is good for you?" he asked.
"Today?"
Mamoru chuckled. "Yes, today."
"I guess....7 p.m. would be good for me...it gives me time to eat my
dinner."
"Hey, Usagi!" came a cheerful voice from behind me.
"What's up, Naru?" I asked.
She held up a flier. "BIG sale at the mall today!"
My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, "SUGOI! I am SO there!" I said.
I took a final bite of my pancakes, licked the chocolate off my fork,
put some yen on the counter then took off.
But as I headed out the door, one thought hit me loud and clear;
'I wonder what it would be like to kiss her...'
I spun around to see Mamoru sitting there, staring at nothing in
particular, a dreamy expression on his face.
"Bye, Mamoru! See you at 7!" I said.
"See you then, at my place, odango," he drawled.
Filing away Mamoru's thoughts for future reference, I dashed off for
the mall, Naru trailing closely behind.
~*~Mamoru~*~
"SUGOI! I am SO there!" exclaimed Usagi. She took one last bite of
her pancakes, gave her fork a lick, savoring that last bit of
chocolate, then hastily placed some yen on the counter and got up to
leave with her bubbly red headed friend, Naru.
Seeing Usagi lick her fork gave me a wicked idea, 'I wonder what it
would be like to kiss her....'
Suddenly, Usagi whirled around and looked straight at me. There was a
question in her eyes, but it quickly vanished as she smiled and said,
"Bye, Mamoru. See you at 7!"
"See you then, at my place, odango," I said.
After she left, I frowned into my coffee, stirring the cold, brown
liquid absently with my spoon. I hated Naru for taking my odango away
from me. I had been looking forward to a good verbal sparring match
with Usagi all morning. I smiled then, remembering the adorable way
her face crinkles up and her lip sticks out whenever she's angry.
Truth be told, it was the only reason I came on Saturdays, but I'd die
before I admitted that to anyone, especially that blabbermouth,
Motoki.
"Penny for your thoughts, Mamoru?" asked Motoki, who had come out of
hiding as soon as Usagi had left. Why he was avoiding her like that
was beyond me.
"I was just wondering why you've been avoiding Usagi like the plague
all morning," I said, which wasn't technically a lie.
Motoki laughed nervously. "What makes you think I've been avoiding
her?"
"Oh, come off it, Motoki. You're a terrible liar," I said.
"Hn..." he said, his smile disappearing.
"Did you two have a fight or something?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Then what is it?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
Motoki turned three shades of red as he mumbled
"Ikindasawhernakedwhenyoutookherinlastnight..."
I spat out my coffee. "You WHAT?!" I roared.
"Heh heh heh...relax, it was just because her clothes were wet and she
was borderline hypothermic...heh heh heh..."
Then something occurred to him. "What's it to you, anyways?"
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Uh...nothing..." I muttered
sheepishly.
"Riiiiiiight. And you said I was a bad liar," said Motoki, grinning.
"Whatever you say, Motoki," I grumbled, taking out some yen. I did
not like where this conversation was heading.
Motoki promptly snatched away my wallet and drew out my prized picture
of Usagi. "AHA! What's THIS?!" he said, glowing triumphantly.
"N...nothing. Now give it back, baka!"
"How did you get it?" he said, holding it just out of arm's reach.
"If you must know, I took it out of my yearbook," I said.
"But you don't go to Juuban Middle school. You haven't been there for
four years." he pointed out.
"I snuck in and bought a copy, okay?"
"Wow. You must really like her if you bought another school's
yearbook, then mutilated it," mused Motoki, handing it back to me.
"If you breathe this to a living soul, I will tell Reika personally
that you saw Usagi naked!" I said in a low whisper.
"You wouldn't!" said Motoki, turning white.
"Try me," I said, grinning like a shark. "Ja ne!"
I walked off to my apartment and inspected the fridge. Finding
nothing but a jar of olives and a bottle of seltzer, I decided that a
trip to the grocery store was due, especially if I was to be the tutor
of such a ravenous guest. I purchased all the essentials, vegetables,
fruit, cereal, milk, flour, sugar, chicken...and I added some junk
food just in case.
After putting all of those things away, I inspected my apartment,
which was, as usual, spotless. So I sat down and watched an old
Italian flick on DVD,(AN: We all know that nothing good is on Saturday
afternoons, ne?) waiting for my Usagi to come.
Lady Aisheteru: Hmmm...don't have anything else to say here, except
R&R please! Ja minna!