Don't Wanna Lose You Now - Part Ten
By: PhoenixStAr
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Sailormoon not mine. However, Fenikkusu Kirei *is* mine,
so please ask before you use her.
My email: kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site : http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
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Narrator's P.O.V.
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Usagi glanced nervously at Mamoru out of the corner of her
eye, thinking, 'Oy, maybe it was a bad idea to come. He doesn't seem
to be interested or anything and...oy, it was a bad idea to come.'
Mamoru, meanwhile, was thinking totally different thoughts.
'Oh my kami, Usako...in...car. Usako...in...car. Usako...in...okay,
I have to stop this. Control, Mamoru, control.' Nervously, he cleared
his throat. "So, how'd an Odango like you get to be such a sought out
doctor?" He mentally slapped himself. How baka was he? After all
these years, a chance to repatch things, and he's screwing them up all
over again!
Usagi, however, was thankful for this comment. At least now
the tension would be gone and they could tease each other aimlessly
like old times. Except this time, she'd actually be a match to verbal
spar with. She smirked inwardly. "And how would you know I'm sought out,
Mamoru? I don't recall Dr. Han saying anything about my status as a
doctor in Canada."
Mamoru flinched. He had given himself away. That night, before
the party, he had stayed after his shift at the hospital to check on her
records a bit. He tried to answer nonchalantly, "I have my ways."
"And what would that be? Have you been sneaking into hospital
records again? Tsk tsk. Naughty, naughty boy."
He panicked. How did she know? "Well, Odango Atama, at least
*I* don't go around dying people's teeth black."
Usagi flushed. "That wasn't my idea! I had no clue the girls
were even planning this sort of thing! It was part of their plan to get
rid of her, and apparently, they didn't have to use the other parts."
"I'll take that as a good thing."
"Only for Karla. As for everyone else, I'm sure they would have
loved to see it. I heard all of Mina's plans. Hysterical." Usagi
giggled to herself.
Mamoru chuckled, and a comfortable silence passed over the car.
"So, where are we going?"
He looked up in surprise. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Iie," Usagi giggled. "Could the great Chiba Mamoru be getting
as scatterbrained as the old Odango?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Old?"
Crossing her arms indignantly, she replied, "Of course! If you
haven't noticed, I *have* changed."
"Hmm..." Mamoru looked at her in mock examination when they
reached a stop light. "Let's see." He pulled on her bun, "Same blonde
hair, and it was still in that hairstyle yesterday."
"Yesterday, baka, not now."
"Hai, but once is enough for me." His hand was still on her
head. 'Such soft, silky hair...' A loud beep brought him out of his
reverie.
Usagi screeched, "Mamoru-san! The light's been green for
hours already!"
"Oh, uh...gomen."
"Someone sure can't tell his colors."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, "Demo at least I can tell time.
Green for hours? Honestly, Odango."
"Hmph."
Reaching the apartment, he stopped the car and opened the door
for his beloved. Bowing mockingly, he said, "Your highness."
Usagi caught on and grinned quickly before putting on a straight
face and played along. "Hai, hai. Now, do you expect me to dirty the
bottom of my shoes on this filty ground?" She waved her hand, motioning
to the ground exageratedly.
A wicked thought formed in Mamoru's mind. "Iie, of course not,
princess."
"Goo-AIIIIEE!!!" She started screaming when Mamoru lifted her
off the ground and slung her over his shoulders. Kicking, she yelled in
his ear, "MAMORU! LET ME DOWN!"
Flinching at the kicks, he switched positions and held her
'over-the-threshold' style, so her kicks couldn't get him. He answered
her pleads calmly. "Iie, Odango."
"MAMORU-BAKA!!"
"Hai?" He looked at her innocently, his mind revelling in the
sweet sight of her angry little face.
"Don't act innocent!"
"Why not? I *am* innocent! All I'm doing is replying to the
orders of my princess. You wished not to accustom yourself to these
filty grounds, did you not?" He started in his normal voice and ended
in a bad English accent. 'I never had this much fun with Karla...iie,
don't think about her. She's gone, thank kami.'
"Hmph! Baka no Mamoru." Usagi crossed her arms and pouted
while Mamoru just stared and thought about how beautiful she was with
her face all red with anger.
In the elevator, he saw in the mirrored walls that she was
wearing a miniskirt, and then he thought of how he was holding her. He
looked away from Usagi so that she wouldn't see his blush, but it was
pointless because she could see it in the mirror. Wondering what he was
blushing about, she looked in the mirror and it hit her. Blushing, she
turned away as well.
Getting off the elevator, he walked to his apartment and realised
he'd have a problem opening the door without putting his princess down.
Seeing him hesitate in his once confident steps, Usagi realised
what was wrong. "Haha! Can't get into your apartment without putting
me down, can you?"
An old couple just got off the elevator and watched the two in
amusement, thinking how perfect this newlywed couple was.
Thinking quickly, Mamoru dropped Usagi on the ground. Both
instantly missed the feeling of having the other close to him/her. She
stood up and stuck her tongue out at him the same instant he pulled her
to him. Because of the chronology of these events, Usagi had
accidentally licked the side of Mamoru's neck. She looked down and
blushed.
Mamoru was, to say the least, surprised. He thought about how
soft her tongue was, and...realised he shouldn't be thinking in that
direction. He changed the subject by whispering in her ear, "Can't let
you get away now, can I?"
Usagi didn't reply. Fishing in his pockets, he found his keys
and opened the door. Finding the lights, he turned them on, and
watched keenly as Usagi opened her eyes as wide as saucers.
"Mamoru-san! This place is gorgeous! I didn't think a baka
like you would have such immpecable taste!"
"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"
"Both." And acting on impulse, she pecked his cheek and ran
before he could do anything. "This balcony has the nicest view!"
Mamoru touched where her lips had once been. 'So soft...' In
a trance, he followed her to the balcony.
'Usagi was right, the view *is* beautiful,' he thought. 'Demo
then, it's the same view I had seen every night since I moved here.
It's her that's making everything seem so beautiful. I have to tell her.'
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, but no where as
close as before in the hall. He whispered, "Usako..." before he lost
control and lowered his lips to hers.
Usagi freaked. 'I'm gonna kiss him, I'm gonna kiss him, I...I
can't! This is too soon!' She pushed him away and tried in vain to ignore
the pained look in his eyes. "Gomen, Mamoru-kun. I really...I...I
shouldn't."
Mamoru looked into the skyline. 'Baka! You're pushing her
away! You should've known better than to...baka!' "No need to aplogize,
Usagi-san."
Usagi flinched at the name. Why did his saying her name formally
hurt her so much? A little voice in her heart answered, ~Because he has
never called you that before. It was always Odango Atama, until you came
back from Canada. Then he slipped and called you Usako. He loves you.~
'Iie! He doesn't. He's rebounding from Karla. Hai, that's it.'
The shrill ringing of a phone broke the uncomfortable silence.
Usagi walked back into the apartment and took her cell phone from her
purse. Looking at Mamoru, she mouthed to him, 'Hang on.'
"Moshi moshi?"
Mamoru could, yet again, hear only her side of the conversation.
And she was, yet again, speaking in English.
"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Peterson! I thought you were one of my
colleagues in Tokyo!"
'So, someone's calling Usako from Canada...'
"He what?" Mamoru looked worriedly at Usagi's paled face.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
'What happened, Usako?'
"Nani? Oh, I mean..what? Are you sure? Oh wow..but I just
transfered, and..." Usagi giggled a bit uncomfortably, "Well, how long do
I have to think about this?"
Mamoru was pulled away from the conversation as Usagi headed back
out onto the balcony with the phone, and the doorbell rang. 'Who could it
be?' he wondered.
On the other side of the door stood Karla. She was wearing a long
red dress with two slits up the side. Underneath, she wore a crotchless
teddy. She thought, 'Oh hai. I'll just seduce him back. It won't be
hard. Then him and the money will be mine. That stupid bakayaro of a rabbit
will be far from his mind.'
When Mamoru opened the door, his jaw dropped, but not at what Karla
had thought it had dropped from. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He
was revolted with her now, after seeing Usagi's pure innocent beauty,
looking back at Karla's heavily made up face made him want to gag. The
heaving feeling in his stomach increased when he saw that Karla's dress was
slightly transparent, and he saw the teddy.
Seductively, she pulled him to her. "Mamoru, baby, I made a
mistake. Take me back, onegai?" She trailed kisses from his shoulder blade
and up his neck to his jawline. He shivered with disgust, unbeknowest to
her. "It was one of those times of the month. Forgive me? I'll," she
kissed his earlobe, "make it", she kissed him on his other earlobe, "up to
you." She whispered these last words, then kissed him fully on his lips,
forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Mamoru tried to push her away, but she gripped at him firmly.
He tried to get her name out to get her attention, and mumbled, "Karla...
iie.." The only problem was, the only coherent part was 'Karla', making
her think that he still wanted her. In her egotistic mind, she smirked.
Of course he would still want her. Who wouldn't?
Meanwhile, Usagi was overwhelmed, getting off the phone.
Mrs. Peterson, the head of the hospital board of Toronto General had
called to tell her of Dr. Craig Weasely's sudden heart attack. The
members of the hospital staff had refused to take any new Chief of Staff
other than her, Serena Thompson. If she took the offer, she would move
back to Toronto and stay for good. The question was, what was there to
make her stay?
She thought of Mamoru and unconciously wrapped her arms around
herself, thinking of how warm she had been when he was holding her.
From what had happened so far tonight, she knew the girls would easily
deduce that he was in love with her. Her heart leaped at the thought.
But, her mind nagged her, she *could* just be rebound material.
Afterall, he did just break up with Karla. She had three days to ponder
this.
Thinking these thoughts, she walked into the living room and
saw the most heartbreaking sight in the world. Karla was in the room,
kissing Mamoru passionately, and from what she could see, he wasn't
resisting, and seemed to be enjoying it. Her heart told her, maybe he
*was* trying to get away. It's possible. Then, what was left of her
hope tore away when she heard him moan 'Karla' in a fit of what she
thought was pleasure. Tears scorched her eyes, and an uncontrollable
gasp flew from her throat.
Hearing a gasp, Karla looked up. When she saw Usagi, she smirked
triumphantly to her rival. Mamoru looked at the pained look in Usagi's
eyes and made a move to apologize and push Karla away, but before he could
move, Karla pulled him back onto a nearby couch and into a kiss, making it
much more obscene than before. She grabbed his arms and placed them
forcefully, one on riding dangerously high on her hip, the other on her
breast. With both hands, she forced his lips onto hers.
Usagi grabbed her purse from under Karla's body and ran out the
open door. In a blind fit of jealousy, anger and heartbreak, she saw
Mamoru throw Karla onto the couch and continue making out with her as if
Usagi hadn't been there.
Rushing into the elevator, she refused to cry. She decided to
walk home. It wasn't *that* far. Before she cried, she dialed up a
number on her cell phone.
"Hello, Mrs. Peterson?" She continued with a strong voice, hiding
her tears. "I've decided. I'm coming back."
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Author's Notes: Ooh...bet none of you expected that, now did you? Well...
maybe you did, but hush, and let me bask in my self-made glory of putting
you people in suspense. Anyway, how'd you like? Ugh, writing about Karla's
triumphant scene was a little more visualistic than I found comfortable,
but how else could I describe it? Yeah, I'm a prude. Oh well, live with
it. .! Hehe, so emails, and everything else to kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site: http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
By: PhoenixStAr
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Sailormoon not mine. However, Fenikkusu Kirei *is* mine,
so please ask before you use her.
My email: kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site : http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
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Narrator's P.O.V.
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Usagi glanced nervously at Mamoru out of the corner of her
eye, thinking, 'Oy, maybe it was a bad idea to come. He doesn't seem
to be interested or anything and...oy, it was a bad idea to come.'
Mamoru, meanwhile, was thinking totally different thoughts.
'Oh my kami, Usako...in...car. Usako...in...car. Usako...in...okay,
I have to stop this. Control, Mamoru, control.' Nervously, he cleared
his throat. "So, how'd an Odango like you get to be such a sought out
doctor?" He mentally slapped himself. How baka was he? After all
these years, a chance to repatch things, and he's screwing them up all
over again!
Usagi, however, was thankful for this comment. At least now
the tension would be gone and they could tease each other aimlessly
like old times. Except this time, she'd actually be a match to verbal
spar with. She smirked inwardly. "And how would you know I'm sought out,
Mamoru? I don't recall Dr. Han saying anything about my status as a
doctor in Canada."
Mamoru flinched. He had given himself away. That night, before
the party, he had stayed after his shift at the hospital to check on her
records a bit. He tried to answer nonchalantly, "I have my ways."
"And what would that be? Have you been sneaking into hospital
records again? Tsk tsk. Naughty, naughty boy."
He panicked. How did she know? "Well, Odango Atama, at least
*I* don't go around dying people's teeth black."
Usagi flushed. "That wasn't my idea! I had no clue the girls
were even planning this sort of thing! It was part of their plan to get
rid of her, and apparently, they didn't have to use the other parts."
"I'll take that as a good thing."
"Only for Karla. As for everyone else, I'm sure they would have
loved to see it. I heard all of Mina's plans. Hysterical." Usagi
giggled to herself.
Mamoru chuckled, and a comfortable silence passed over the car.
"So, where are we going?"
He looked up in surprise. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Iie," Usagi giggled. "Could the great Chiba Mamoru be getting
as scatterbrained as the old Odango?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Old?"
Crossing her arms indignantly, she replied, "Of course! If you
haven't noticed, I *have* changed."
"Hmm..." Mamoru looked at her in mock examination when they
reached a stop light. "Let's see." He pulled on her bun, "Same blonde
hair, and it was still in that hairstyle yesterday."
"Yesterday, baka, not now."
"Hai, but once is enough for me." His hand was still on her
head. 'Such soft, silky hair...' A loud beep brought him out of his
reverie.
Usagi screeched, "Mamoru-san! The light's been green for
hours already!"
"Oh, uh...gomen."
"Someone sure can't tell his colors."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, "Demo at least I can tell time.
Green for hours? Honestly, Odango."
"Hmph."
Reaching the apartment, he stopped the car and opened the door
for his beloved. Bowing mockingly, he said, "Your highness."
Usagi caught on and grinned quickly before putting on a straight
face and played along. "Hai, hai. Now, do you expect me to dirty the
bottom of my shoes on this filty ground?" She waved her hand, motioning
to the ground exageratedly.
A wicked thought formed in Mamoru's mind. "Iie, of course not,
princess."
"Goo-AIIIIEE!!!" She started screaming when Mamoru lifted her
off the ground and slung her over his shoulders. Kicking, she yelled in
his ear, "MAMORU! LET ME DOWN!"
Flinching at the kicks, he switched positions and held her
'over-the-threshold' style, so her kicks couldn't get him. He answered
her pleads calmly. "Iie, Odango."
"MAMORU-BAKA!!"
"Hai?" He looked at her innocently, his mind revelling in the
sweet sight of her angry little face.
"Don't act innocent!"
"Why not? I *am* innocent! All I'm doing is replying to the
orders of my princess. You wished not to accustom yourself to these
filty grounds, did you not?" He started in his normal voice and ended
in a bad English accent. 'I never had this much fun with Karla...iie,
don't think about her. She's gone, thank kami.'
"Hmph! Baka no Mamoru." Usagi crossed her arms and pouted
while Mamoru just stared and thought about how beautiful she was with
her face all red with anger.
In the elevator, he saw in the mirrored walls that she was
wearing a miniskirt, and then he thought of how he was holding her. He
looked away from Usagi so that she wouldn't see his blush, but it was
pointless because she could see it in the mirror. Wondering what he was
blushing about, she looked in the mirror and it hit her. Blushing, she
turned away as well.
Getting off the elevator, he walked to his apartment and realised
he'd have a problem opening the door without putting his princess down.
Seeing him hesitate in his once confident steps, Usagi realised
what was wrong. "Haha! Can't get into your apartment without putting
me down, can you?"
An old couple just got off the elevator and watched the two in
amusement, thinking how perfect this newlywed couple was.
Thinking quickly, Mamoru dropped Usagi on the ground. Both
instantly missed the feeling of having the other close to him/her. She
stood up and stuck her tongue out at him the same instant he pulled her
to him. Because of the chronology of these events, Usagi had
accidentally licked the side of Mamoru's neck. She looked down and
blushed.
Mamoru was, to say the least, surprised. He thought about how
soft her tongue was, and...realised he shouldn't be thinking in that
direction. He changed the subject by whispering in her ear, "Can't let
you get away now, can I?"
Usagi didn't reply. Fishing in his pockets, he found his keys
and opened the door. Finding the lights, he turned them on, and
watched keenly as Usagi opened her eyes as wide as saucers.
"Mamoru-san! This place is gorgeous! I didn't think a baka
like you would have such immpecable taste!"
"Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"
"Both." And acting on impulse, she pecked his cheek and ran
before he could do anything. "This balcony has the nicest view!"
Mamoru touched where her lips had once been. 'So soft...' In
a trance, he followed her to the balcony.
'Usagi was right, the view *is* beautiful,' he thought. 'Demo
then, it's the same view I had seen every night since I moved here.
It's her that's making everything seem so beautiful. I have to tell her.'
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, but no where as
close as before in the hall. He whispered, "Usako..." before he lost
control and lowered his lips to hers.
Usagi freaked. 'I'm gonna kiss him, I'm gonna kiss him, I...I
can't! This is too soon!' She pushed him away and tried in vain to ignore
the pained look in his eyes. "Gomen, Mamoru-kun. I really...I...I
shouldn't."
Mamoru looked into the skyline. 'Baka! You're pushing her
away! You should've known better than to...baka!' "No need to aplogize,
Usagi-san."
Usagi flinched at the name. Why did his saying her name formally
hurt her so much? A little voice in her heart answered, ~Because he has
never called you that before. It was always Odango Atama, until you came
back from Canada. Then he slipped and called you Usako. He loves you.~
'Iie! He doesn't. He's rebounding from Karla. Hai, that's it.'
The shrill ringing of a phone broke the uncomfortable silence.
Usagi walked back into the apartment and took her cell phone from her
purse. Looking at Mamoru, she mouthed to him, 'Hang on.'
"Moshi moshi?"
Mamoru could, yet again, hear only her side of the conversation.
And she was, yet again, speaking in English.
"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Peterson! I thought you were one of my
colleagues in Tokyo!"
'So, someone's calling Usako from Canada...'
"He what?" Mamoru looked worriedly at Usagi's paled face.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
'What happened, Usako?'
"Nani? Oh, I mean..what? Are you sure? Oh wow..but I just
transfered, and..." Usagi giggled a bit uncomfortably, "Well, how long do
I have to think about this?"
Mamoru was pulled away from the conversation as Usagi headed back
out onto the balcony with the phone, and the doorbell rang. 'Who could it
be?' he wondered.
On the other side of the door stood Karla. She was wearing a long
red dress with two slits up the side. Underneath, she wore a crotchless
teddy. She thought, 'Oh hai. I'll just seduce him back. It won't be
hard. Then him and the money will be mine. That stupid bakayaro of a rabbit
will be far from his mind.'
When Mamoru opened the door, his jaw dropped, but not at what Karla
had thought it had dropped from. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He
was revolted with her now, after seeing Usagi's pure innocent beauty,
looking back at Karla's heavily made up face made him want to gag. The
heaving feeling in his stomach increased when he saw that Karla's dress was
slightly transparent, and he saw the teddy.
Seductively, she pulled him to her. "Mamoru, baby, I made a
mistake. Take me back, onegai?" She trailed kisses from his shoulder blade
and up his neck to his jawline. He shivered with disgust, unbeknowest to
her. "It was one of those times of the month. Forgive me? I'll," she
kissed his earlobe, "make it", she kissed him on his other earlobe, "up to
you." She whispered these last words, then kissed him fully on his lips,
forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Mamoru tried to push her away, but she gripped at him firmly.
He tried to get her name out to get her attention, and mumbled, "Karla...
iie.." The only problem was, the only coherent part was 'Karla', making
her think that he still wanted her. In her egotistic mind, she smirked.
Of course he would still want her. Who wouldn't?
Meanwhile, Usagi was overwhelmed, getting off the phone.
Mrs. Peterson, the head of the hospital board of Toronto General had
called to tell her of Dr. Craig Weasely's sudden heart attack. The
members of the hospital staff had refused to take any new Chief of Staff
other than her, Serena Thompson. If she took the offer, she would move
back to Toronto and stay for good. The question was, what was there to
make her stay?
She thought of Mamoru and unconciously wrapped her arms around
herself, thinking of how warm she had been when he was holding her.
From what had happened so far tonight, she knew the girls would easily
deduce that he was in love with her. Her heart leaped at the thought.
But, her mind nagged her, she *could* just be rebound material.
Afterall, he did just break up with Karla. She had three days to ponder
this.
Thinking these thoughts, she walked into the living room and
saw the most heartbreaking sight in the world. Karla was in the room,
kissing Mamoru passionately, and from what she could see, he wasn't
resisting, and seemed to be enjoying it. Her heart told her, maybe he
*was* trying to get away. It's possible. Then, what was left of her
hope tore away when she heard him moan 'Karla' in a fit of what she
thought was pleasure. Tears scorched her eyes, and an uncontrollable
gasp flew from her throat.
Hearing a gasp, Karla looked up. When she saw Usagi, she smirked
triumphantly to her rival. Mamoru looked at the pained look in Usagi's
eyes and made a move to apologize and push Karla away, but before he could
move, Karla pulled him back onto a nearby couch and into a kiss, making it
much more obscene than before. She grabbed his arms and placed them
forcefully, one on riding dangerously high on her hip, the other on her
breast. With both hands, she forced his lips onto hers.
Usagi grabbed her purse from under Karla's body and ran out the
open door. In a blind fit of jealousy, anger and heartbreak, she saw
Mamoru throw Karla onto the couch and continue making out with her as if
Usagi hadn't been there.
Rushing into the elevator, she refused to cry. She decided to
walk home. It wasn't *that* far. Before she cried, she dialed up a
number on her cell phone.
"Hello, Mrs. Peterson?" She continued with a strong voice, hiding
her tears. "I've decided. I'm coming back."
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Author's Notes: Ooh...bet none of you expected that, now did you? Well...
maybe you did, but hush, and let me bask in my self-made glory of putting
you people in suspense. Anyway, how'd you like? Ugh, writing about Karla's
triumphant scene was a little more visualistic than I found comfortable,
but how else could I describe it? Yeah, I'm a prude. Oh well, live with
it. .! Hehe, so emails, and everything else to kireiphoenix@hotmail.com
My site: http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix
