Chapter 5: Fate, Fortune, and Friendship
MarshAngel
watsonma@hotmail.com
http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
I don't do disclaimers anymore because 1.) I'm broke 2.) No one would dare sue me 3.) That
would be a waste of energy.
I had thought only women did what I was doing right now. I was primping and
preening in front of my bathroom mirror. It was suddenly very important that I look absolutely
perfect.
I did have other concerns beyond my impressive features however. I was very curious as
to what she would be like tonight. I could easily bring up an image of her in my head as she was
on out last date. The vision of her teasing me in the seductive fashion of a silver screen
Hollywood actress did things to my body that made me happy I was in the privacy of my own
home.
To say I was excited about this date would be quite an understatement. In a useless
effort to keep my body under control, I conjured up the memory of the conversation we'd had
previously. I was curious as to exactly what she'd meant when she referred to her mother.
It hadn't really been so much what she'd said as how she'd said it. What was it that her
mother had wanted her to be and how did that relate to the man she'd lost? The loss must have
been somewhat recent judging by the pained look I had seen on her face earlier.
I was still ashamed that I could be so jealous of his place in her life. He wasn't even alive
that I should be his rival for her affections. I was quickly becoming possessive of her affections
and it was all happening far too fast. I wanted to know everything about her and it scared me.
I opened the bathroom door and posed seductively in the open door in nothing but
my boxers and a wide grin.
"A little excited aren't we?" Setsu questioned humorously as she watched me from the
couch in the corner of my bedroom. I looked down at my underpants wondering if by some
strange phenomena, there was something I hadn't noticed. From the look of things, everything
was in place and under control. She chuckled lightly at my interpretation.
"That's an interesting interpretation, but I was referring to your mood. I assume I was
right about Usagi," she stated. "Everything is going well?"
"In more ways than I can say," I replied happily. "How many ways can I thank you? She
is so perfect it's almost scary."
"I'm happy for you," she stated simply.
I looked at the outfit laid out on the bed. It wasn't the one I had chosen but that was
no surprise. I gave her a questioning glance.
"I couldn't leave it up to you to chose the right outfit. That would be courting
disaster."
"Gee thanks," I muttered sarcastically."
"I'm sure you'll find appropriate ways to thank me."
"And I'm sure you'll find appropriate ways to make me to pay."
"So where are you taking her? Not the usual I hope. I don't think Fair Ground is her
style."
"No, I don't suppose Usagi is too interested in our rum fetish."
"It's not a fetish, it's a matter of taste."
"I am taking her to Daigo." I stated simply. Setsu seemed reasonably impressed. Daigo
was quite frankly the best place I knew of. The restaurant was in the garden of a temple and the
dining room was private and traditional. The food was so exquisite as to be unearthly in both
taste and presentation, something I was sure Usagi would appreciate, and the atmosphere was
absolutely magical.
"No distractions, private, impressive, exclusive and expensive."
"I take it you approve then?" I said smiling, my good mood infecting my tone.
"Yes. You've finally done something right."
By the time I arrived at Usagi's apartment I had meditated myself into a calm, cool and
collected state of mind. I did not need to seem like an overexcited geek on his first date with the
head cheerleader. It wasn't my first date with her; I shouldn't be so unnaturally excited and
downright giddy.
When she opened the door however, my calm state of mind was shattered into a
million pieces and once again I was a rather sickening combination of the overexcited geek and
the horny, drooling schoolboy. She had a Madonna-like smile on her perfect face and her long
blonde hair hung to her waist in dazzling sun kissed layers. She was wearing a short dress that
flattered every curve and left just enough to the imagination to be utterly tantalizing.
"You have to change!" I announced, like the ass I was proving myself to be with every
day that broke over the horizon.
"What!" She snapped, stunned and confused.
"You can't wear that," I announced as I stepped into her spacious apartment.
"Why not? Is it too formal, too informal? What?" She was just about in a panic, as she
surveyed her outfit.
"Neither. It's too short." Explaining this was turning out to be far more complex than I
expected. She gave me that look that told me I had pretty much stomped all over her liberated,
feminist ideals. It wasn't a pleasant stare.
"Before you throw me out in the belief that I am some chauvinist bastard, let me
explain." I pleaded. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"We're going to Daigo," I began, which elicited a surprised look. "The outfit is nothing
short of lovely it's just that we'll be seated on the floor and to spare your sense of modesty as
well as for your comfort not to mention my roving eyes, you might want to wear something
less… enticing." I looked at her expectantly waiting to see if she would still like to crush my
windpipe beneath her high heels.
"I suppose that makes sense," she said with only the slightest hesitation. Why didn't
you tell me this before?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot." I felt like an ass. I probably should have just kept my
mouth shut and enjoyed the view but my conscience would have been like a sword in my side
all night.
"Well if you'll give me a few minutes, I'll change into something more… appropriate."
She stated simply. It was only after the first fifteen minutes that I realized I was probably being
punished. I had paced the entire apartment, looked at all her pictures, examined her setup, and
tested all her chairs. She still hadn't come out of hiding.
A little more than a half hour later she finally deigned to visit her presence upon me.
She had changed into a midnight blue pants and a low v-necked white blouse. She still looked
incredibly sexy but far more comfortable. I smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"It's still you," I teased. "I was expecting a whole different person by now." She blushed
brightly.
"Sorry I took so long. I had to find a whole new outfit and then I had to change my
makeup and my hair to match and I had to find shoes…."
"It's ok, it's my fault anyway." She didn't contradict me. It was then that I took a
glance at my watch. "Damn!"
"What's the matter?" She questioned.
"We just missed our reservation."
"Oh Mamoru, I'm so sorry." She was so sincere she was almost distraught. I sank down
comfortably into the softness of her couch.
"Don't worry I'm sure we'll find something to do," I said suggestively.
"I don't think so buddy! I'm hungry and I'll be damned if you're not feeding me
tonight." She was looking down at me indignantly.
I couldn't help but smile. "What do you have in mind?" I asked smoothly. I was
curious as to what other unique forms of entertainment she had in mind. If tonight was
anything like the last one it would definitely be interesting.
"Well," she began and by the tone of her voice I was suddenly wary. "I was thinking we
would go back to your place…" she paused for effect, "and you could cook!"
I stared at her blankly for a while as the words seeped into my thick skull. Somehow
that was not the way I hoped that sentence would be completed.
"You want me to cook?" I asked almost completely disbelieving what I'd heard.
"Don't tell me you can't. You're a successful bachelor living alone you must cook
something."
"I'm not horrible, although judging from the contents of your refrigerator I'm quite
probably better than you are," I mocked lightly. She didn't seem the least bit insulted. I
guessed she'd heard that before. It was ironic that someone who loved food as much as she did
neither had any around, or was capable of making any.
"You looked through my refrigerator? She questioned, rather stunned."
"It got pretty boring out here after the first ten minutes or so," I replied sheepishly.
She shook her head at me like a mother at a disobedient child. "Well since you've
obviously seen the contents of my refrigerator… and probably my cupboards, or lack thereof"
she added accusatorily, "you know I can't feed either of us. So whatever mediocre skills you
have at cooking will have to suffice."
"Alright then," I agreed. I suppose we could have gone elsewhere but being alone with
her served my purposes much better. "Let's go," I announced.
She smiled at me sheepishly. "Just one second, I forgot something." With that she ran
towards her bedroom. I could hear things being tossed around and the occasional thud. No
more than five minutes later she emerged, all out of breath and flustered.
I guess, forgetting something was just an excuse to change again because now she was
wearing fitted jeans and a simple white shirt. She still looked incredible. Was there nothing she
could wear that would tone down her sexuality?
"Are you sure that's what you want to wear?" I asked teasingly.
"What's wrong now?" She asked, rather annoyed.
"Nothing you can fix."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"There's nothing you can wear or take off that will make me want you any less at any
given moment." That caused her face to flush brightly.
"Thanks… I think," she muttered.
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MarshAngel
watsonma@hotmail.com
http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm
I don't do disclaimers anymore because 1.) I'm broke 2.) No one would dare sue me 3.) That
would be a waste of energy.
I had thought only women did what I was doing right now. I was primping and
preening in front of my bathroom mirror. It was suddenly very important that I look absolutely
perfect.
I did have other concerns beyond my impressive features however. I was very curious as
to what she would be like tonight. I could easily bring up an image of her in my head as she was
on out last date. The vision of her teasing me in the seductive fashion of a silver screen
Hollywood actress did things to my body that made me happy I was in the privacy of my own
home.
To say I was excited about this date would be quite an understatement. In a useless
effort to keep my body under control, I conjured up the memory of the conversation we'd had
previously. I was curious as to exactly what she'd meant when she referred to her mother.
It hadn't really been so much what she'd said as how she'd said it. What was it that her
mother had wanted her to be and how did that relate to the man she'd lost? The loss must have
been somewhat recent judging by the pained look I had seen on her face earlier.
I was still ashamed that I could be so jealous of his place in her life. He wasn't even alive
that I should be his rival for her affections. I was quickly becoming possessive of her affections
and it was all happening far too fast. I wanted to know everything about her and it scared me.
I opened the bathroom door and posed seductively in the open door in nothing but
my boxers and a wide grin.
"A little excited aren't we?" Setsu questioned humorously as she watched me from the
couch in the corner of my bedroom. I looked down at my underpants wondering if by some
strange phenomena, there was something I hadn't noticed. From the look of things, everything
was in place and under control. She chuckled lightly at my interpretation.
"That's an interesting interpretation, but I was referring to your mood. I assume I was
right about Usagi," she stated. "Everything is going well?"
"In more ways than I can say," I replied happily. "How many ways can I thank you? She
is so perfect it's almost scary."
"I'm happy for you," she stated simply.
I looked at the outfit laid out on the bed. It wasn't the one I had chosen but that was
no surprise. I gave her a questioning glance.
"I couldn't leave it up to you to chose the right outfit. That would be courting
disaster."
"Gee thanks," I muttered sarcastically."
"I'm sure you'll find appropriate ways to thank me."
"And I'm sure you'll find appropriate ways to make me to pay."
"So where are you taking her? Not the usual I hope. I don't think Fair Ground is her
style."
"No, I don't suppose Usagi is too interested in our rum fetish."
"It's not a fetish, it's a matter of taste."
"I am taking her to Daigo." I stated simply. Setsu seemed reasonably impressed. Daigo
was quite frankly the best place I knew of. The restaurant was in the garden of a temple and the
dining room was private and traditional. The food was so exquisite as to be unearthly in both
taste and presentation, something I was sure Usagi would appreciate, and the atmosphere was
absolutely magical.
"No distractions, private, impressive, exclusive and expensive."
"I take it you approve then?" I said smiling, my good mood infecting my tone.
"Yes. You've finally done something right."
By the time I arrived at Usagi's apartment I had meditated myself into a calm, cool and
collected state of mind. I did not need to seem like an overexcited geek on his first date with the
head cheerleader. It wasn't my first date with her; I shouldn't be so unnaturally excited and
downright giddy.
When she opened the door however, my calm state of mind was shattered into a
million pieces and once again I was a rather sickening combination of the overexcited geek and
the horny, drooling schoolboy. She had a Madonna-like smile on her perfect face and her long
blonde hair hung to her waist in dazzling sun kissed layers. She was wearing a short dress that
flattered every curve and left just enough to the imagination to be utterly tantalizing.
"You have to change!" I announced, like the ass I was proving myself to be with every
day that broke over the horizon.
"What!" She snapped, stunned and confused.
"You can't wear that," I announced as I stepped into her spacious apartment.
"Why not? Is it too formal, too informal? What?" She was just about in a panic, as she
surveyed her outfit.
"Neither. It's too short." Explaining this was turning out to be far more complex than I
expected. She gave me that look that told me I had pretty much stomped all over her liberated,
feminist ideals. It wasn't a pleasant stare.
"Before you throw me out in the belief that I am some chauvinist bastard, let me
explain." I pleaded. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"We're going to Daigo," I began, which elicited a surprised look. "The outfit is nothing
short of lovely it's just that we'll be seated on the floor and to spare your sense of modesty as
well as for your comfort not to mention my roving eyes, you might want to wear something
less… enticing." I looked at her expectantly waiting to see if she would still like to crush my
windpipe beneath her high heels.
"I suppose that makes sense," she said with only the slightest hesitation. Why didn't
you tell me this before?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot." I felt like an ass. I probably should have just kept my
mouth shut and enjoyed the view but my conscience would have been like a sword in my side
all night.
"Well if you'll give me a few minutes, I'll change into something more… appropriate."
She stated simply. It was only after the first fifteen minutes that I realized I was probably being
punished. I had paced the entire apartment, looked at all her pictures, examined her setup, and
tested all her chairs. She still hadn't come out of hiding.
A little more than a half hour later she finally deigned to visit her presence upon me.
She had changed into a midnight blue pants and a low v-necked white blouse. She still looked
incredibly sexy but far more comfortable. I smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"It's still you," I teased. "I was expecting a whole different person by now." She blushed
brightly.
"Sorry I took so long. I had to find a whole new outfit and then I had to change my
makeup and my hair to match and I had to find shoes…."
"It's ok, it's my fault anyway." She didn't contradict me. It was then that I took a
glance at my watch. "Damn!"
"What's the matter?" She questioned.
"We just missed our reservation."
"Oh Mamoru, I'm so sorry." She was so sincere she was almost distraught. I sank down
comfortably into the softness of her couch.
"Don't worry I'm sure we'll find something to do," I said suggestively.
"I don't think so buddy! I'm hungry and I'll be damned if you're not feeding me
tonight." She was looking down at me indignantly.
I couldn't help but smile. "What do you have in mind?" I asked smoothly. I was
curious as to what other unique forms of entertainment she had in mind. If tonight was
anything like the last one it would definitely be interesting.
"Well," she began and by the tone of her voice I was suddenly wary. "I was thinking we
would go back to your place…" she paused for effect, "and you could cook!"
I stared at her blankly for a while as the words seeped into my thick skull. Somehow
that was not the way I hoped that sentence would be completed.
"You want me to cook?" I asked almost completely disbelieving what I'd heard.
"Don't tell me you can't. You're a successful bachelor living alone you must cook
something."
"I'm not horrible, although judging from the contents of your refrigerator I'm quite
probably better than you are," I mocked lightly. She didn't seem the least bit insulted. I
guessed she'd heard that before. It was ironic that someone who loved food as much as she did
neither had any around, or was capable of making any.
"You looked through my refrigerator? She questioned, rather stunned."
"It got pretty boring out here after the first ten minutes or so," I replied sheepishly.
She shook her head at me like a mother at a disobedient child. "Well since you've
obviously seen the contents of my refrigerator… and probably my cupboards, or lack thereof"
she added accusatorily, "you know I can't feed either of us. So whatever mediocre skills you
have at cooking will have to suffice."
"Alright then," I agreed. I suppose we could have gone elsewhere but being alone with
her served my purposes much better. "Let's go," I announced.
She smiled at me sheepishly. "Just one second, I forgot something." With that she ran
towards her bedroom. I could hear things being tossed around and the occasional thud. No
more than five minutes later she emerged, all out of breath and flustered.
I guess, forgetting something was just an excuse to change again because now she was
wearing fitted jeans and a simple white shirt. She still looked incredible. Was there nothing she
could wear that would tone down her sexuality?
"Are you sure that's what you want to wear?" I asked teasingly.
"What's wrong now?" She asked, rather annoyed.
"Nothing you can fix."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"There's nothing you can wear or take off that will make me want you any less at any
given moment." That caused her face to flush brightly.
"Thanks… I think," she muttered.
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