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Miamigi:*sweatdrop*
Gomen ne, minna-chan for having this out so
late! I was busy with final, well, sorta... By the
way, I don't know any Italian, so those so-called
language, PLEASE ignore them if you can't comprehend
them! ^_^; ThankQ~~
Disclaimer: Ok. First, I'm an Asian, yes, but not a Japanese.
Second, I'm not the magnificent genius who
created SM, so I don't own dear Sailor Moon?
'K? ^.~
Chapter 3: First Time for Both
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The only possible compliment she was able to give to the restaurant
was being paralysed, glimmered sparkling at the inevitable beauty. The
Italian restaurant was more than a a place for people to eat. It was, to
her, a golden heaven presently incredulously on Earth, and one of the
mighty buildings in Tokyo that she could have never get in. A man
walked gently towards her as he asked with politeness.
" Good evening, madam. May I help you?"
For the first time of her life, Usagi was being waited on patiently. The
unfamiliar cuased her to forgot how to act. She suttered out, " Um,
yes. I mean, no. I mean...ugh! I need to see this man named...um..
lemme see...." While she was busily searching in her purse for the lost
notepad, which had her date's name on it, a guy stood behind her
signed the waiter to leave. Usagi felt a weigh was put on her shoulder,
only turned to find that it was a large, rough hand from the glamorous,
so-called gentleman behind her.
" Are you Ms. Tuskino Usagi?" He smiled slightly, but yet still made her
heart jumped constantly upside-down. She looked dreamily into his eyes,
as he looked into hers. Simultaneously, both of them were pondering
about the exact same thing: their tantalizingly beautiful blues. His one
was ebony blue, as if they contained the five extraordinary oceans,
covering the entire surface of the planet. Usagi wished greatly to be
able to swim carefreely in them. Meantime, Momoru was also hoping
that,one day, he could have the oppurtunity to see the crystal spiritual
windows of her forever. Usagi klutzily answered.
" Um, yeah! I'm she. Are you Mr., Mr...?"
" Chiba. Chiba Mamoru, your date from Mo's Date Agency."
" O...K...Why do we just sit down and, say eat?!"
Usagi had no definite knowledge of Italian, and when the menu was
handed to her, the only emotion showed on her innocent face was
a certainty of I NEED HELP. Giving her an understaning grin, he concluded
with full facility to the waiter.
" Mark, I want an O'sdigo with slight Perts oil, aiag salad, not a lot of Sera
dressing, Dislert chicken, and a Wafer ice cream," as Usagi's face was
still totally blank, he offered relently, " do you want the same,
Ms.Tuskino?"
"..................... Yeah. I think. You can go now, waiter. And please call
me Usagi, Mr.."
" Call me Darien first. It wasn't really polite to command Mark to go
away, neither," he protested.
" Gomen ne."
The question of Mark the waiter floaded up in her mind. Yet, no
matter how suspicious she was to the fact that her unbelievably
handsome date knew his name before he introduced himself, the
truth never seemed had once crossed mildly her mind. What
concealed mysteriously under the entire date was that Mamoru
owned the place. Excluding being the CEO of IBM, he also partly
owned the first class Italian restaurant, Oadsa, which was where
they located.
The rest of the evening passed peacefully and elatedly, fulfilled
with delighted conversations, laughters, and immense joy. Mamoru
offered generously to take her home as he leaned forward, gently
opened the car door for her. But before he hopped enthusiastically
into his foreign, highlt costly vehicle, a pest interrupted him
reluctantly. It was his cellular. He abruptly pulled it out form his
waist and particularly shouted at the phone.
" Konnichiwa...Another one?...What, no computer skill? Hell no! don't
evne consider a bit!...Say what? She's cute?" gazing at Usagi, he
continued with a sly smirk, " like I don't get enough! Delete her file
immidiately!"
Putting back on his enticing smile, Mamoru explained to the shocked, plus
super pale girl sitting beside him that it was only a application from
an imbecile girl who did not know anything. Usagi chuckled and began
a comfortable conversation, related to the topic he accidentally
started.
" So it 'beign a date' your permanent job, or do you have another?"
" Well, hai, it is. For some reason I'm pretty popular with women,
kept getting continual request of me."
He was definitely reluctant to let Udagi knew his true identity. God
knows he was truthfully sick and tired of women sticking and throwing
themselves at him. To be accurate, at his money,power, and fame.
Maybe Motoki was right, this whole temporary boyfriend thing could
be fun. At least he gained chances at meeting someone nice, genuine
wished to be with HIM. Surprisingly, Mamoru also found himself staring
to like his date. She was young to him, but in another word, fresh and
naive. The atmosphere surronded her was spreaded with nothing but
pure love, the kind for everyone to share, and able to make anyone
feelt good about themselves. It was totally new to him, and no way
he was letting it go so easily!
" You? Having any jobs? After schools?"
She groaned with exaggeration.
" C'mon, I'm not as young as my annoying babyface is saying!
I'm gonna be graduating from university, no work YET, but I will find
one. You better believe it! A good one too!"
The route was then slowly drowning into an unbearable silence.
It was like milleniums until Usagi glanced the shape of her house by
the corner. She glared bitterly at Mamoru's expensive-looking
handmade suit, and compared it to her small, shaky shanty. The pot
of her stomach lurched as thinking about it. Before he found out
her house's exact location, she had asked him to pull over at the
distance of abotu approximately three blocks. Mamoru hesitated,
but then finally gave in. As he watched her steps towards
"somewhere", that ice cold heart of his began to melt. It was the
first time in his life when he was unable to comprehend hwo he felt
for a certain feminie person.
She bruskily opened the door of her shanty. Without waiting, Usagi
dashed with immediate speed to the answer machine. After clicking
on the button, one note was recorded...
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*sigh* Short chapter again...Don't sue me, though...
The infamous writer's block is workin' on me!!
So PLEASE give me ideas or suggestion, and most
important of all, REVIEWS!! It's my one and only
nourishment~~!! And the amout REALLY affects on
the tiem taken to write another chapter.
*kisses*
Miamigi
* ~ the pure *GI* girl ~ *