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Hot Summers Changes Your Destiny
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Miamigi: Arigatou for the E_Ms and R&Rs! Aishiteru!
I promise as long as I have the address, I would reply
back every single one I receive!
Disclaimer: *sigh* All right, let me put it this way-
If I get more than 100 feedbacks or reviews
this time, I own Sailor Moon. Ok? ^_^;
Rate: PG
Chapter 2: First Meeting
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Mamoru stared amazedly at the piles of Mo's Love Agency's member
profiles. Nudely, they laid on Motoki's elephatine white office dask like
a big fat joke. Mamoru had heard that modern women nowadays were
in need for spiritual nourishment. But never in his life had him suspected
for a milisecond that the amount would be so large. Subsequently,
regrets of agreed doing the unthinkable favor started popping out on
his midn. The CEO slowly ran his fingers through the bang, which was
sticked messily on his forehead by uncontrollable respiration.
" How come there are so many lonesome females in Tokyo and yet
we are still two loveless bachelors?" he groaned softly under his breath.
Still, it was loud enough to let Motoki hear, who was standing briskily
beside him.
Motoki smirked wrily at his friend. The sly emotion formed on his face
seemed to be secretly implying an ugly, scary truth. Hysterically, he
opened of of the heavy files, leting Mamoru checked through thoroughly.
" NOW I get it, these women are helpessly disgusting! Man, who would
have want them! I...wait a minute, are they the ones that you want ME
to choose from? The answer better be negative, or see what you're
going to get!" He seriously warned.
" Yeah."
" YOU!!!!!"
Just then, an attractive brunette strided into the room. Mamoru figured
that she might be the secretary who Motoki talked about twenty-four
seven, for that she quickly handed him a brand new file. The boss of the
agency read the membership form attaintively as a uncomprehending
grinned swang over his lips.
He thanked Rita directly. Making sure that she was out of the hearing
range, he spoked up.
" Ok, pal, I know you are not marvelously satisfied with the... frightening
witches, so here, take this."
Mamoru promptly snatched the folder from Motoki's hand and searched
for the girl's picture directly. It was teen-looking blonde, with an unbelievably
beautiful body sculpture figure. Though it was not the focus that attracted
him, nor was it her smooth creamy skin, for that he had seen many females
with fake salon. As he first glanced at the photo, his immediately felt his
heart shrank, as if it was being wrung like a piece of soaked cloth. Her long,
pearly hair, which rolled sliclky down up to her knees. That cute,
unsophisticatedly innocent, yet glamorous, babyface was certainly intolerably
noticeable. His favorite feature out of all was her large sapphire blue eyes.
They seemed to be able to talk, communicate with people spiritutally.
" Yo, Motoki. A girl like her can get absolutely EVERYONE, without doubt.
Demo what the heck is she doing HERE?! And read her requirement for the
date: A guy, not too bad-looking, have a sendse of humor, whom you
can talk to. What IS this? A model gal wanna a guy plainly like THAT?
Even a beggar fits the qualification."
Motoki grinned, " Well, who knows? She might be the graceful gift for you,
sent down from heaven. So, want she or...them? "
" She. Definitely."
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" Ok. this is the day, Usa-chan! Remember, if you don't get a second date,
then without questioning you'll be our slave." Minako warned cautiously.
No matter how desperate she was for a free servant, friendship always
came before convinience, or even love, for her. Unwilling to see her best
friend being in the torment beyond description,she secretely crossed her
fingers tightly behind her back.
" I will. I HAVE to, ne?" Although she tried the hardest, the joke was more
in a wary tone than a humerous one. The four girl each hugged Usagi caringly,
and finally let go of her. The mission performer chuckled sarcastically,
remarked, " Minna-chan, stop acting as if I'm not coming back!" With that,
she stepped into the fancy five-stars Italian restaurant.
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Ok...Mamoru here doesn't sound noble enough to be a CEO,
but still..^_^
PLEASE feedbacks and R&R! If I don't get enough, I won't con't.
By the way, gomen for such a short chapter, but I'm having final!
Miamigi
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