Every Little Thing She Does
Chapter 3- Kissing the Wrong Lips
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Standard disclaimers go here. The lyrics from below are from the same
song I used in Chapter One "Every Little Thing She Does Is
Magic," written by Sting when he was still with The Police.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
~*~*~*~*~*~
Wednesday. For Usagi, everything seemed to hang from that day.
She was determined to do everything right that day. So she went to
bed early Tuesday night and got up early the next morning. She had
the pleasure of startling Luna from her slumber and her mother came up
to her and felt her forehead to make sure she was okay. She even made
sure that she paid attention in Ms Haruna's class, but Ms. Haruna,
unused to an attentive Usagi, sent her to the nurse's office. Usagi
didn't mind that one bit because after receiving a clean bill of
health, she got to lunch early.
The rest of Usagi's teachers were pretty tolerant of Usagi's
daydreaming, so she allowed her mind to wander freely. As she had
often done of late, her thoughts settled on Mamoru. She had seen a
different side of him that day after the debate club, and she
grudgingly admitted to herself that she liked it. He was witty,
impetuous and fun...none of the things she had seen in Mamoru in the
past. Usagi had always thought of him as "that stuffed shirt from
Azabu." She had dreamt that she danced under the stars with him the
night before, and he was never far from her waking thoughts. She went
over his touch over and over again in her mind...and his slender yet
masculine hands, his strong jawline, his shiny black hair, and his
lips that were just begging to be...
'NO!' she thought. She's be damned if she was going to fall for him.
After all, she was supposed to PRETEND that she was interested, then
break his heart....right?
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that she had a date
with Motoki that night. She was excited about it....but not as
thrilled as she was when he had asked her. Something had changed
inside of her, and she had no idea what that was. If Mamoru was
skilled at hiding his emotions, then Usagi was equally skilled at
denying them.
So Usagi pushed her wayward thoughts aside as she made her way to
Azabu after school. This time, Usagi had selected a denim skirt that
went just high enough to show off her long legs, a powder blue shirt
and a pink cardigan, that showed off her figure without being tight.
He hair hung loose, curled at the ends. The overall effect was
stunning, and definitely not lost on the male population of Tokyo.
Usagi looked at her watch as she entered Azabu and smiled. For the
second time in her life, she was early. She had her pick of seats as
she entered the classroom, and she chose a desk in the front middle.
"Hi, Usagi!" came a deep voice from her left.
She whirled around to find the source of the voice, and was somewhat
shocked when her eyes landed on Mamoru, who had taken the seat next to
her. "Hi, Mamoru."
"So what's the topic for discussion today?" asked Usagi, doing her
best to appear interested and intelligent at the same time.
"Cigarette smoking in movies," said Mamoru.
"Wow. Sounds interesting," said Usagi.
"They're accepting debaters today. Why don't you give it a shot?"
Usagi tried not to let her growing sense of panic register in her
eyes. But she knew that this was her best chance to impress Mamoru,
so she walked up to the sign up sheet and nervously penciled herself
in.
*****
Meanwhile, Motoki was pacing furiously behind the counter at the Crown
Arcade.
"Geez, big brother, wear a hole in the floor, why don't you?" said his
younger sister, Unazuki, who worked there as a waitress.
"Gomen." muttered Motoki.
Unazuki placed a reassuring hand on Motoki's shoulder. "Is it your
date tonight? I know you're a bit out of practice..."
"No, it's not that. That's not it at all," said Motoki, sighing.
"Then what?" As soon as she asked that question, it registered in her
brain. Not what, but WHO.
"It's Usagi, isn't it?"
"Hai," said Motoki.
"Oh come on. It's not like she's a man-hating Amazon or anything.
Just be yourself and I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Yeah, I guess." Motoki said, glancing at his watch. "Can you handle
closing?"
"Sure. I've seen you do it so many times that I could close this
place in my sleep." said Unazuki confidently.
"Great! I'm taking off for the rest of today then. Ja ne!" he said,
driving off to his apartment, where he would shower, put a judicious
application on of his favorite aftershave, spend hours agonizing over
the right outfit and, in short, make sure that he looked nothing but
his best for Usagi.
*****
"It's not that smoking shouldn't be allowed in movies. Sometimes they
let the audience see the anguish that the character is going through.
Like in My Best Friend's Wedding, when Julia Robert's character lights
up you can see that she's facing a lot of stress in her life."
"Yeah, but millions and millions of dollars are spent preaching the
evils of tobacco to teens, but they go to the movies, and all of a
sudden, smoking is glamorous again. They might not be thinking, "Oh,
she's so pretty that it must be okay," but somewhere along the line,
all of that preaching has backfired. There's a lot of secret smoking
going down. And that's why the media are the worst enemy and our best
friend in the fight against tobacco." countered Usagi.
"Good points, both of you," said the moderator. "We're out of time
for today. Next time we'll be discussing drug tests in the Olympics.
I hope to see all of you then. Sayonora!"
Usagi smiled to herself as she stepped down from the podium. Some
angel must have been helping her out. Every word she said was well
phrased and eloquent. She was nervous at first, but as the debate
went on, she gained more and more confidence. It was almost as if she
was channeling Ami or something.
She was just about to make a dramatic exit when Mamoru caught her by
the hand.
Usagi mentally reeled in shock. Was he touching her...again...of his
own free will? This was going better than she had hoped!
"Great speech, Usagi." said Mamoru. "You really had me on the edge my
seat."
Usagi blushed at the unexpected compliment. "Arigatou," she said.
"I mean it. I never imagined you'd be such an agile debater," he
said, squeezing the hand that he still held.
At that, her spine tingled in delight. Usagi reveled in the touch of
his hand, which held hers tightly but not painfully. He was a display
of masculine beauty, of pure animal magnetism under control.
She didn't know what the word "agile" meant, but from the sparkle in
his eyes, she could tell that it was a compliment. She smiled
demurely.
"Can I offer you a ride home?" asked Mamoru.
"You mean in your 'chick magnet?'" she asked.
Mamoru laughed. "Yeah, that would be the one."
"Sure," she said. A few days ago she would rather drink dishwater
than to go anywhere with Mamoru, but she didn't mind it so much now.
Usagi gave a low whistle when they got to his car, a black Ferrari
convertible.(AN: Do they make those? I know absolutely nothing about
cars. Gomen!) "Nice wheels," she said.
"Thanks," said Mamoru, beaming. His car was his pride and joy, and he
was happy when other people showed an appreciation for it.
Usagi was about to open the door when Mamoru rushed to do it for her.
She giggled and got into the car.
They talked about lots of things on their way to the Tsukino
residence, like Usagi's little brother, her sadistic teacher, and
Mamoru's hilarious experiences as a waiter before he got a job as a
model. The whole time Usagi silently marveled at the car's smooth
ride...it was like driving on a cloud.
They arrived far too soon at the Tsukino residence for Mamoru's
liking. After he parked the car, there was an uncomfortable silence.
"Well, thanks for the ride," said Usagi, opening the car door. "I'll
see you around."
"Usagi?"
She turned around.
"Yes?"
Mamoru ran his hand nervously through his hair. "I was wondering....
could we...uhh....go out sometime?"
Usagi mentally squealed with delight. 'Yea! This couldn't get any
better if I had planned it!' "Sure," she said, trying her best not to
sound too eager.
"Great!" said Mamoru. "How's 7:00 on Friday night sound to you?"
'Wow! 2 dates in one week!' she thought. Aloud, she said, "Sounds
fine to me. I'll see you then." She tried to exit the car, but Mamoru
wouldn't let her leave.
"Uhhh...Mamoru? I have to go now," she said, flinching a bit under
his intense gaze.
Before Usagi could protest any further, Mamoru laid a light peck on
her cheek. "Until then," he said, smiling.
Usagi nodded, too stupefied to reply as she made her way to her front
door.
*****
Usagi would have gladly nibbled on her nails, but as she had just
manicured them half an hour ago, she didn't. It was 6:25, and Usagi
was nervous. Very nervous.
Ever since she had come into the house at 5:30, she had spent every
moment getting ready for her date with Motoki. After showering with
her best soap, she dried and curled her hair at the ends, then
spritzed on her favorite perfume, which smelled like lilacs in spring.
She selected a soft, fuzzy yellow sweater and her best pair of jeans.
'No sense in getting too dressed up for a trip to the movies,' she had
thought. Keeping all of Minako's makeup advice in mind, she applied
makeup to her face, finishing it off with her favorite flavored lip
gloss. She then painted her nails a princess like shade of pink.
After she was done, she looked in the mirror and frowned a bit. Why
anyone would want to go anywhere with a plain girl like Usagi was
beyond her.
*DING DONG!*
Usagi looked at her clock. It was only 6:30. Still, she rushed down
the stairs, eager to run out of the house before poor Motoki got
interrogated by her overprotective father.
Luckily, she made it to the door first. "Hi, Usagi," said Motoki as
she opened the door.
He was about to hand her something, but she grabbed his hand and
rushed to his car. "Don't stop now and don't look back!" Usagi
whispered frantically into Motoki's ear. A stunned Motoki quickly
obliged, opening the car door for her, then once she was settled in,
sped off like the devil himself was after him.
Usagi looked out the window to a hectic scene; her mother was yelling
something and waving a dish towel, Shingo was making kissy faces and
her father was shaking his fist. Usagi smiled, glad Motoki didn't
have to deal with her nutty family.
"What was that all about, Usa?" asked Motoki as he slowed down the car
to a reasonable speed, having long since driven out of earshot of the
Tsukino residence.
"Oh, it's just my family. My dad's a bit overprotective. I saw him
writing a list today, and I peeked when he wasn't looking. It was '10
Rules For Dating My Daughter.' I didn't think you wanted to deal with
that right now." she said, laughing.
Motoki grinned. "Ah, an old fashioned inquisition, ne? Sorry I had
to miss it. Anyways, sorry I was early, but I couldn't wait to see
you."
Usagi blushed a bit and smiled. "That's the nicest thing anyone has
ever said to me," she said.
'And I meant every word,' thought Motoki.
Soon they arrived at the theater, Motoki being the perfect gentleman
all the way, opening the car for Usagi, helping her out of the car,
and holding the door open upon entering the theater.
They arrived at the snack counter. "I'd like a jumbo popcorn, some
nachos and cheese, a soft pretzel and a mega size cola," said Usagi.
She felt for her purse, but was unable to find it at her side. She
then remembered that she hadn't seen it since she got home that day.
"It's okay, Usa. I've got it covered," said Motoki.
Usagi smiled gratefully as he lugged the heavy laden tray all the way
to the room where the movie was playing.
Usagi eagerly tore into the goodies, and they were gone by the time
the opening credits were over. But by that time, her attention was
focused on the screen, eagerly listening to the account of Nick
Marshall, Mel Gibson's character, told by his ex wife. Motoki smiled
as she laughed at the funny parts and cried at the sad parts. Usagi's
enthusiasm to whatever she was doing at the moment was contagious,
and, despite that What Women Want was definitely a "chick flick,"
Motoki found himself enjoying the movie as much as she was.
At a point in the movie when Usagi was completely engrossed, Motoki
slipped his arm around her shoulder. He smiled when she didn't
resist. He didn't know if she liked being held by him or if she was
too into the movie to notice. He hoped that it was the first one.
When the credits started to roll, Motoki linked arms with Usagi.
"Well, shall we?"
Usagi giggled. "Yes, we shall."
Usagi enthusiastically discussed her favorite scenes of the movie as
Motoki drove her home. She smiled as he opened the door for her.
When she exited, he took her hand in his own, causing a jolt to his
spine. He held her hand all the way to the front door.
"Well, here we are," said Usagi, nervously licking her lips.
"Yes," said Motoki, expressing barely suppressed desire.
She had read enough romance mangas to know what came next, but she was
still surprised when Motoki's lips claimed her own. He had only
intended to give her a quick peck on the lips, but when he tasted the
strawberry flavor of her lips, all self control that he possessed
vanished. Usagi moaned into his mouth; she had never felt anything so
wonderful. When Motoki began to nibble on her ear, a stunned Usagi
noted that all of her lipgloss had been kissed away.
Motoki stepped away before he really lost control, after laying a
butterfly kiss on her nose. "Goodnight, Usagi. Sweet dreams," he
said.
Usagi just nodded as he drove away in his old green jalopy, the
muffler puttering away as he went.
*****
Mamoru watched his best friend in a passionate liplock with the one
that he loved. Yes, loved. He had realized it just now. But he was
beginning to wonder if he had any claim at all on the blonde goddess.
He was there under the pretense of returning Usagi's forgotten purse,
which she had left in his car that afternoon, then possibly tell her
about all the feelings that he had locked inside of his heart. But,
his confidence shattered, he stepped out of the bushes and blew his
cover.
"Here's your purse, Usagi," he mumbled, handing her forgotten item to
her. "See you around." At that, he spun around on his heel,
determined not to let her see him crying. Once he was in the car, he
let the tears flow freely, for his loss, his timing, and the sinking
feeling that he was too late.
*****
Usagi could not get to sleep well that night. She tossed and turned,
frequently disturbing poor Luna. She had enjoyed Motoki's kiss...he
was a great kisser, leaving her a puddle of goo upon his exit. But
when she saw the dejected look in Mamoru's eyes, her heart broke.
Without really meaning to, she had her revenge. 'But was it really
worth it?' she wondered. As she continued squirming restlessly in
her bed, Usagi couldn't shake the feeling that she had shared her
first kiss with the wrong guy.....
*****
Lady Aisheteru: (dodges a tomato thrown at her) Gomen! I know this
was a horrible ending to this chapter. *dodges another tomato* Hey!
*licks her finger* Actually, that one wasn't half bad....where was I?
Anyways, the story isn't over yet. Who knows what will happen in the
end?
Chapter 3- Kissing the Wrong Lips
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Standard disclaimers go here. The lyrics from below are from the same
song I used in Chapter One "Every Little Thing She Does Is
Magic," written by Sting when he was still with The Police.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
~*~*~*~*~*~
Wednesday. For Usagi, everything seemed to hang from that day.
She was determined to do everything right that day. So she went to
bed early Tuesday night and got up early the next morning. She had
the pleasure of startling Luna from her slumber and her mother came up
to her and felt her forehead to make sure she was okay. She even made
sure that she paid attention in Ms Haruna's class, but Ms. Haruna,
unused to an attentive Usagi, sent her to the nurse's office. Usagi
didn't mind that one bit because after receiving a clean bill of
health, she got to lunch early.
The rest of Usagi's teachers were pretty tolerant of Usagi's
daydreaming, so she allowed her mind to wander freely. As she had
often done of late, her thoughts settled on Mamoru. She had seen a
different side of him that day after the debate club, and she
grudgingly admitted to herself that she liked it. He was witty,
impetuous and fun...none of the things she had seen in Mamoru in the
past. Usagi had always thought of him as "that stuffed shirt from
Azabu." She had dreamt that she danced under the stars with him the
night before, and he was never far from her waking thoughts. She went
over his touch over and over again in her mind...and his slender yet
masculine hands, his strong jawline, his shiny black hair, and his
lips that were just begging to be...
'NO!' she thought. She's be damned if she was going to fall for him.
After all, she was supposed to PRETEND that she was interested, then
break his heart....right?
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered that she had a date
with Motoki that night. She was excited about it....but not as
thrilled as she was when he had asked her. Something had changed
inside of her, and she had no idea what that was. If Mamoru was
skilled at hiding his emotions, then Usagi was equally skilled at
denying them.
So Usagi pushed her wayward thoughts aside as she made her way to
Azabu after school. This time, Usagi had selected a denim skirt that
went just high enough to show off her long legs, a powder blue shirt
and a pink cardigan, that showed off her figure without being tight.
He hair hung loose, curled at the ends. The overall effect was
stunning, and definitely not lost on the male population of Tokyo.
Usagi looked at her watch as she entered Azabu and smiled. For the
second time in her life, she was early. She had her pick of seats as
she entered the classroom, and she chose a desk in the front middle.
"Hi, Usagi!" came a deep voice from her left.
She whirled around to find the source of the voice, and was somewhat
shocked when her eyes landed on Mamoru, who had taken the seat next to
her. "Hi, Mamoru."
"So what's the topic for discussion today?" asked Usagi, doing her
best to appear interested and intelligent at the same time.
"Cigarette smoking in movies," said Mamoru.
"Wow. Sounds interesting," said Usagi.
"They're accepting debaters today. Why don't you give it a shot?"
Usagi tried not to let her growing sense of panic register in her
eyes. But she knew that this was her best chance to impress Mamoru,
so she walked up to the sign up sheet and nervously penciled herself
in.
*****
Meanwhile, Motoki was pacing furiously behind the counter at the Crown
Arcade.
"Geez, big brother, wear a hole in the floor, why don't you?" said his
younger sister, Unazuki, who worked there as a waitress.
"Gomen." muttered Motoki.
Unazuki placed a reassuring hand on Motoki's shoulder. "Is it your
date tonight? I know you're a bit out of practice..."
"No, it's not that. That's not it at all," said Motoki, sighing.
"Then what?" As soon as she asked that question, it registered in her
brain. Not what, but WHO.
"It's Usagi, isn't it?"
"Hai," said Motoki.
"Oh come on. It's not like she's a man-hating Amazon or anything.
Just be yourself and I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Yeah, I guess." Motoki said, glancing at his watch. "Can you handle
closing?"
"Sure. I've seen you do it so many times that I could close this
place in my sleep." said Unazuki confidently.
"Great! I'm taking off for the rest of today then. Ja ne!" he said,
driving off to his apartment, where he would shower, put a judicious
application on of his favorite aftershave, spend hours agonizing over
the right outfit and, in short, make sure that he looked nothing but
his best for Usagi.
*****
"It's not that smoking shouldn't be allowed in movies. Sometimes they
let the audience see the anguish that the character is going through.
Like in My Best Friend's Wedding, when Julia Robert's character lights
up you can see that she's facing a lot of stress in her life."
"Yeah, but millions and millions of dollars are spent preaching the
evils of tobacco to teens, but they go to the movies, and all of a
sudden, smoking is glamorous again. They might not be thinking, "Oh,
she's so pretty that it must be okay," but somewhere along the line,
all of that preaching has backfired. There's a lot of secret smoking
going down. And that's why the media are the worst enemy and our best
friend in the fight against tobacco." countered Usagi.
"Good points, both of you," said the moderator. "We're out of time
for today. Next time we'll be discussing drug tests in the Olympics.
I hope to see all of you then. Sayonora!"
Usagi smiled to herself as she stepped down from the podium. Some
angel must have been helping her out. Every word she said was well
phrased and eloquent. She was nervous at first, but as the debate
went on, she gained more and more confidence. It was almost as if she
was channeling Ami or something.
She was just about to make a dramatic exit when Mamoru caught her by
the hand.
Usagi mentally reeled in shock. Was he touching her...again...of his
own free will? This was going better than she had hoped!
"Great speech, Usagi." said Mamoru. "You really had me on the edge my
seat."
Usagi blushed at the unexpected compliment. "Arigatou," she said.
"I mean it. I never imagined you'd be such an agile debater," he
said, squeezing the hand that he still held.
At that, her spine tingled in delight. Usagi reveled in the touch of
his hand, which held hers tightly but not painfully. He was a display
of masculine beauty, of pure animal magnetism under control.
She didn't know what the word "agile" meant, but from the sparkle in
his eyes, she could tell that it was a compliment. She smiled
demurely.
"Can I offer you a ride home?" asked Mamoru.
"You mean in your 'chick magnet?'" she asked.
Mamoru laughed. "Yeah, that would be the one."
"Sure," she said. A few days ago she would rather drink dishwater
than to go anywhere with Mamoru, but she didn't mind it so much now.
Usagi gave a low whistle when they got to his car, a black Ferrari
convertible.(AN: Do they make those? I know absolutely nothing about
cars. Gomen!) "Nice wheels," she said.
"Thanks," said Mamoru, beaming. His car was his pride and joy, and he
was happy when other people showed an appreciation for it.
Usagi was about to open the door when Mamoru rushed to do it for her.
She giggled and got into the car.
They talked about lots of things on their way to the Tsukino
residence, like Usagi's little brother, her sadistic teacher, and
Mamoru's hilarious experiences as a waiter before he got a job as a
model. The whole time Usagi silently marveled at the car's smooth
ride...it was like driving on a cloud.
They arrived far too soon at the Tsukino residence for Mamoru's
liking. After he parked the car, there was an uncomfortable silence.
"Well, thanks for the ride," said Usagi, opening the car door. "I'll
see you around."
"Usagi?"
She turned around.
"Yes?"
Mamoru ran his hand nervously through his hair. "I was wondering....
could we...uhh....go out sometime?"
Usagi mentally squealed with delight. 'Yea! This couldn't get any
better if I had planned it!' "Sure," she said, trying her best not to
sound too eager.
"Great!" said Mamoru. "How's 7:00 on Friday night sound to you?"
'Wow! 2 dates in one week!' she thought. Aloud, she said, "Sounds
fine to me. I'll see you then." She tried to exit the car, but Mamoru
wouldn't let her leave.
"Uhhh...Mamoru? I have to go now," she said, flinching a bit under
his intense gaze.
Before Usagi could protest any further, Mamoru laid a light peck on
her cheek. "Until then," he said, smiling.
Usagi nodded, too stupefied to reply as she made her way to her front
door.
*****
Usagi would have gladly nibbled on her nails, but as she had just
manicured them half an hour ago, she didn't. It was 6:25, and Usagi
was nervous. Very nervous.
Ever since she had come into the house at 5:30, she had spent every
moment getting ready for her date with Motoki. After showering with
her best soap, she dried and curled her hair at the ends, then
spritzed on her favorite perfume, which smelled like lilacs in spring.
She selected a soft, fuzzy yellow sweater and her best pair of jeans.
'No sense in getting too dressed up for a trip to the movies,' she had
thought. Keeping all of Minako's makeup advice in mind, she applied
makeup to her face, finishing it off with her favorite flavored lip
gloss. She then painted her nails a princess like shade of pink.
After she was done, she looked in the mirror and frowned a bit. Why
anyone would want to go anywhere with a plain girl like Usagi was
beyond her.
*DING DONG!*
Usagi looked at her clock. It was only 6:30. Still, she rushed down
the stairs, eager to run out of the house before poor Motoki got
interrogated by her overprotective father.
Luckily, she made it to the door first. "Hi, Usagi," said Motoki as
she opened the door.
He was about to hand her something, but she grabbed his hand and
rushed to his car. "Don't stop now and don't look back!" Usagi
whispered frantically into Motoki's ear. A stunned Motoki quickly
obliged, opening the car door for her, then once she was settled in,
sped off like the devil himself was after him.
Usagi looked out the window to a hectic scene; her mother was yelling
something and waving a dish towel, Shingo was making kissy faces and
her father was shaking his fist. Usagi smiled, glad Motoki didn't
have to deal with her nutty family.
"What was that all about, Usa?" asked Motoki as he slowed down the car
to a reasonable speed, having long since driven out of earshot of the
Tsukino residence.
"Oh, it's just my family. My dad's a bit overprotective. I saw him
writing a list today, and I peeked when he wasn't looking. It was '10
Rules For Dating My Daughter.' I didn't think you wanted to deal with
that right now." she said, laughing.
Motoki grinned. "Ah, an old fashioned inquisition, ne? Sorry I had
to miss it. Anyways, sorry I was early, but I couldn't wait to see
you."
Usagi blushed a bit and smiled. "That's the nicest thing anyone has
ever said to me," she said.
'And I meant every word,' thought Motoki.
Soon they arrived at the theater, Motoki being the perfect gentleman
all the way, opening the car for Usagi, helping her out of the car,
and holding the door open upon entering the theater.
They arrived at the snack counter. "I'd like a jumbo popcorn, some
nachos and cheese, a soft pretzel and a mega size cola," said Usagi.
She felt for her purse, but was unable to find it at her side. She
then remembered that she hadn't seen it since she got home that day.
"It's okay, Usa. I've got it covered," said Motoki.
Usagi smiled gratefully as he lugged the heavy laden tray all the way
to the room where the movie was playing.
Usagi eagerly tore into the goodies, and they were gone by the time
the opening credits were over. But by that time, her attention was
focused on the screen, eagerly listening to the account of Nick
Marshall, Mel Gibson's character, told by his ex wife. Motoki smiled
as she laughed at the funny parts and cried at the sad parts. Usagi's
enthusiasm to whatever she was doing at the moment was contagious,
and, despite that What Women Want was definitely a "chick flick,"
Motoki found himself enjoying the movie as much as she was.
At a point in the movie when Usagi was completely engrossed, Motoki
slipped his arm around her shoulder. He smiled when she didn't
resist. He didn't know if she liked being held by him or if she was
too into the movie to notice. He hoped that it was the first one.
When the credits started to roll, Motoki linked arms with Usagi.
"Well, shall we?"
Usagi giggled. "Yes, we shall."
Usagi enthusiastically discussed her favorite scenes of the movie as
Motoki drove her home. She smiled as he opened the door for her.
When she exited, he took her hand in his own, causing a jolt to his
spine. He held her hand all the way to the front door.
"Well, here we are," said Usagi, nervously licking her lips.
"Yes," said Motoki, expressing barely suppressed desire.
She had read enough romance mangas to know what came next, but she was
still surprised when Motoki's lips claimed her own. He had only
intended to give her a quick peck on the lips, but when he tasted the
strawberry flavor of her lips, all self control that he possessed
vanished. Usagi moaned into his mouth; she had never felt anything so
wonderful. When Motoki began to nibble on her ear, a stunned Usagi
noted that all of her lipgloss had been kissed away.
Motoki stepped away before he really lost control, after laying a
butterfly kiss on her nose. "Goodnight, Usagi. Sweet dreams," he
said.
Usagi just nodded as he drove away in his old green jalopy, the
muffler puttering away as he went.
*****
Mamoru watched his best friend in a passionate liplock with the one
that he loved. Yes, loved. He had realized it just now. But he was
beginning to wonder if he had any claim at all on the blonde goddess.
He was there under the pretense of returning Usagi's forgotten purse,
which she had left in his car that afternoon, then possibly tell her
about all the feelings that he had locked inside of his heart. But,
his confidence shattered, he stepped out of the bushes and blew his
cover.
"Here's your purse, Usagi," he mumbled, handing her forgotten item to
her. "See you around." At that, he spun around on his heel,
determined not to let her see him crying. Once he was in the car, he
let the tears flow freely, for his loss, his timing, and the sinking
feeling that he was too late.
*****
Usagi could not get to sleep well that night. She tossed and turned,
frequently disturbing poor Luna. She had enjoyed Motoki's kiss...he
was a great kisser, leaving her a puddle of goo upon his exit. But
when she saw the dejected look in Mamoru's eyes, her heart broke.
Without really meaning to, she had her revenge. 'But was it really
worth it?' she wondered. As she continued squirming restlessly in
her bed, Usagi couldn't shake the feeling that she had shared her
first kiss with the wrong guy.....
*****
Lady Aisheteru: (dodges a tomato thrown at her) Gomen! I know this
was a horrible ending to this chapter. *dodges another tomato* Hey!
*licks her finger* Actually, that one wasn't half bad....where was I?
Anyways, the story isn't over yet. Who knows what will happen in the
end?