Title: The Moon Motorcycle
By: Firegirl
Chapter 2
Rated: PG-13
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Mamoru and Usagi ran up the sidewalk hand in hand to Mamoru's
apartment complex. On the way Usagi received several glares from
passing women and couldn't help but grinning at herself.
'Those women must think he's my boyfriend or something. Boy,
have they got it all wrong.' Usagi reached a tall apartment complex
and stopped.
"Okay we're here. Where do we go now?" Mamoru took the
opportunity during this sudden halt to catch his breath.
"For someone who crams junk food in her mouth all day, you
sure do know how to run."
"Yah, well, I run a lot."
"I bet. You're almost always late Odango Atama."
"Baka! Now where do we go?"
"The garage is right there, next to this building." This time
Mamoru grabbed Usagi and made a run for it. They made their way
into the building and down the rows of cars, stopping at a black
motorcycle(it is black, right?).
"Wow. This is yours?"
"Yes," he said as he handed her a helmet, "Put this on."
Mamoru swung a leg over the bike and sat down. Usagi eyed him
suspiciously.
'Man, I guess this means I have to touch him. I least I like
motorcycles or I wouldn't put up with this.' (AN: This is mine fic
remember? I don't know if she does or doesn't, but here she does.)
Usagi got onto the bike and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his
waist.
"You're going to have to hang on tighter than that." Usagi
flushed and tightened her hold on him.
'Why does he always make me blush?'
"Now, before I move anywhere, where are we headed?"
"Um...Downtown business district. I need to be dropped off
next to that computer company building. I'll be in the next
building over." With that, Mamoru started the motorcycle and drove
out of the garage.
During the ride Usagi tried to pay attention to everything but
the warmth radiating from Mamoru. She concentrated of the vibration
of the motorcycle, she listened to the passing traffic and to the
wind whizzing by, but she couldn't keep Mamoru out of her mind.
'I wonder what cologne he uses,' she thought briefly as she
rubbed her nose against his jacket.
'It smells faintly of roses. What a wonderful smell.' Usagi
snuggled closer to Mamoru when they hit a stoplight. Mamoru
stiffened a little, but the relaxed again as the light turned
green.
'What is she doing? One minute she yells at me, and the next
she is snuggling up to me. I can't take much more of this. She is
wrecking havoc on my senses. Wait, she CAN'T be wrecking havoc on
my senses. I don't even like her. This is just me doing a favor for
Usako.' Mamoru approached the drop off point and stopped.
"You can let go now." Usagi released her arms from his waist
and immediately came to her senses, jumping off of the bike and
away from him.
"Thank you for the ride."
"No problem Usak...Odango Atama!" Usagi turned bright red.
"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT!" She was already too late though.
Mamoru had sped off.
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"What was I thinking about! Where in the world did I get Usako
from?" Mamoru beat himself up over it the whole way home.
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Usagi walked through the front doors of the building still
cooling of from her rage. Standing by the front desk there was a
fellow model named Molly. Molly had short red hair and brilliant
green eyes. She had just moved from America, so Usagi and Molly
had become friends over the past couple of weeks.
"So who was that hot guy Usagi? Is he your boyfriend?" Usagi
nearly gagged.
"THAT jerk! No way. That baka can fall off of his motorcycle
for all I care."
"Then why where you on his bike?"
"I was running late and he offered me a ride." Molly's
eyebrows shot up."
"Oh he did, did he?" Molly smirked and her eyes started to
twinkle.
"Not THAT type of ride, you hentai!"
"Well I wouldn't mind if he offered."
"You stay away from him!"
"Oh, so you do like him?
"NO, I don't!"
"Yes, you do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Can we just drop this and go in now?"
"Fine." They started to head to the dressing room.
"So what are we modeling today?"
"Well, we're doing something unusual today. We're modeling for
two companies."
"HUH?"
"The one company is a car company and the other is a swimsuit
company. They're doing a joint shooting. I guess they agreed to it
because they needed sex appeal for the vehicles and the pictures
are going to be used in either of the magazines. One magazine is
for the swimsuit edition and the other is for new vehicles."
"What does the Swimsuit Company get out of it?"
"I'm not sure." They walked into the dressing room and over
to their designated clothing racks. There were two other girls in
the room, but neither of them said a word.
"I guess this is going to be a relatively small shoot today
if it is only the four of us." The other two girls who were in the
room smiled. They rarely spoke, so it wasn't unusual that they
didn't answer. The two girls were twins by the names of Cassie
and Elizabeth. The only way anyone could tell them apart was by
their hair. Elizabeth's hair was short and dirty blonde. Cassie's
hair was also dirty blonde, but it had sun streaks in it and came
down to the middle of her back.
Usagi pulled a bikini off of the rack and went behind a
changing screen that was only put in the room when they molded
things like undergarments and swimsuits. The reason each of them
got one was because at one point in history a guy actually walked
into the room. If they were modeling regular clothing it would have
been okay, but they were modeling some new bras and in the process
of getting them on. Besides, a lot off the girls felt more
comfortable with the screens.
Usagi walked out from behind the screen with a light pink
swimsuit on. She went in front of her mirror and applied a light
layer of make-up. She didn't wear anymore than she had to most of
the time. She added pale rose lipstick, lip-gloss, a little
mascara, and the required powder that kept her face from looking
too shiny. Stepping backwards Usagi looked at herself in a full
length mirror that was nearby.
'I have to fix my hair. I didn't realize it until now, but my
'buns' are falling out a little. It must have been from wearing
that helmet.' Usagi took down her hair and struggled a little
trying to untangle it.
"Would you like some help?" The two twins came over ready to
help in an instant.
"Hai, please." Cassie and Elizabeth both took a brush and
brushed Usagi's hair. Cassie did the left and Elizabeth did the
right. They parted it down the middle and put an 'odango' on their
side of her head.
"Arigato."
"You're welcome." They put down the brushes and went back to
applying their make-up. Usagi once more looked into the full-length
mirror but this time she looked at what she wore.
'This bikini covers less than one of my underwear sets.' Usagi
inhaled deeply and walked out to where the shots were to be made.
"Where do you want me?," she asked a photographer.
"I want you over there on that motorcycle."
---2 hours later---
"Okay Miss Tsukino, that's enough for today."
"Are you sure? I don't want to go change, just to have you
change your mind as I am finished dressing."
"Hai, I'm sure, but come here. I have something to tell you."
Usagi walked over and listened as he lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Mr. Ishine (the boss of the vehicles' company) said that if
that motorcycle you were on earlier sells well, he'll give you one
any way you want it. Customized, regular, etc."
"Why?"
"Because that model has had a hard time selling and he figured
if it sells well, it is because of the model who posed with it."
"Why didn't you pick one of the other models?"
"Because, now don't blush on me, you ARE one of our most
beautiful models and I figured the other girls wouldn't mind if you
got it. All of the other girls either have their own car or want a
convertible."
"Thank you."
"You welcome." Usagi walked into the dressing room, changed
back into her regular clothing and puts all of the swimsuits into
a bag.
'One advantage to this job besides money, I get to keep what I
model in.' Usagi walked out the front doors and was greeted by who
she least expected to see.
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So, how did I do? Good, bad, or in different?
firegirl@japan.com
By: Firegirl
Chapter 2
Rated: PG-13
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Mamoru and Usagi ran up the sidewalk hand in hand to Mamoru's
apartment complex. On the way Usagi received several glares from
passing women and couldn't help but grinning at herself.
'Those women must think he's my boyfriend or something. Boy,
have they got it all wrong.' Usagi reached a tall apartment complex
and stopped.
"Okay we're here. Where do we go now?" Mamoru took the
opportunity during this sudden halt to catch his breath.
"For someone who crams junk food in her mouth all day, you
sure do know how to run."
"Yah, well, I run a lot."
"I bet. You're almost always late Odango Atama."
"Baka! Now where do we go?"
"The garage is right there, next to this building." This time
Mamoru grabbed Usagi and made a run for it. They made their way
into the building and down the rows of cars, stopping at a black
motorcycle(it is black, right?).
"Wow. This is yours?"
"Yes," he said as he handed her a helmet, "Put this on."
Mamoru swung a leg over the bike and sat down. Usagi eyed him
suspiciously.
'Man, I guess this means I have to touch him. I least I like
motorcycles or I wouldn't put up with this.' (AN: This is mine fic
remember? I don't know if she does or doesn't, but here she does.)
Usagi got onto the bike and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his
waist.
"You're going to have to hang on tighter than that." Usagi
flushed and tightened her hold on him.
'Why does he always make me blush?'
"Now, before I move anywhere, where are we headed?"
"Um...Downtown business district. I need to be dropped off
next to that computer company building. I'll be in the next
building over." With that, Mamoru started the motorcycle and drove
out of the garage.
During the ride Usagi tried to pay attention to everything but
the warmth radiating from Mamoru. She concentrated of the vibration
of the motorcycle, she listened to the passing traffic and to the
wind whizzing by, but she couldn't keep Mamoru out of her mind.
'I wonder what cologne he uses,' she thought briefly as she
rubbed her nose against his jacket.
'It smells faintly of roses. What a wonderful smell.' Usagi
snuggled closer to Mamoru when they hit a stoplight. Mamoru
stiffened a little, but the relaxed again as the light turned
green.
'What is she doing? One minute she yells at me, and the next
she is snuggling up to me. I can't take much more of this. She is
wrecking havoc on my senses. Wait, she CAN'T be wrecking havoc on
my senses. I don't even like her. This is just me doing a favor for
Usako.' Mamoru approached the drop off point and stopped.
"You can let go now." Usagi released her arms from his waist
and immediately came to her senses, jumping off of the bike and
away from him.
"Thank you for the ride."
"No problem Usak...Odango Atama!" Usagi turned bright red.
"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT!" She was already too late though.
Mamoru had sped off.
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"What was I thinking about! Where in the world did I get Usako
from?" Mamoru beat himself up over it the whole way home.
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Usagi walked through the front doors of the building still
cooling of from her rage. Standing by the front desk there was a
fellow model named Molly. Molly had short red hair and brilliant
green eyes. She had just moved from America, so Usagi and Molly
had become friends over the past couple of weeks.
"So who was that hot guy Usagi? Is he your boyfriend?" Usagi
nearly gagged.
"THAT jerk! No way. That baka can fall off of his motorcycle
for all I care."
"Then why where you on his bike?"
"I was running late and he offered me a ride." Molly's
eyebrows shot up."
"Oh he did, did he?" Molly smirked and her eyes started to
twinkle.
"Not THAT type of ride, you hentai!"
"Well I wouldn't mind if he offered."
"You stay away from him!"
"Oh, so you do like him?
"NO, I don't!"
"Yes, you do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Don't!"
"Do!"
"Can we just drop this and go in now?"
"Fine." They started to head to the dressing room.
"So what are we modeling today?"
"Well, we're doing something unusual today. We're modeling for
two companies."
"HUH?"
"The one company is a car company and the other is a swimsuit
company. They're doing a joint shooting. I guess they agreed to it
because they needed sex appeal for the vehicles and the pictures
are going to be used in either of the magazines. One magazine is
for the swimsuit edition and the other is for new vehicles."
"What does the Swimsuit Company get out of it?"
"I'm not sure." They walked into the dressing room and over
to their designated clothing racks. There were two other girls in
the room, but neither of them said a word.
"I guess this is going to be a relatively small shoot today
if it is only the four of us." The other two girls who were in the
room smiled. They rarely spoke, so it wasn't unusual that they
didn't answer. The two girls were twins by the names of Cassie
and Elizabeth. The only way anyone could tell them apart was by
their hair. Elizabeth's hair was short and dirty blonde. Cassie's
hair was also dirty blonde, but it had sun streaks in it and came
down to the middle of her back.
Usagi pulled a bikini off of the rack and went behind a
changing screen that was only put in the room when they molded
things like undergarments and swimsuits. The reason each of them
got one was because at one point in history a guy actually walked
into the room. If they were modeling regular clothing it would have
been okay, but they were modeling some new bras and in the process
of getting them on. Besides, a lot off the girls felt more
comfortable with the screens.
Usagi walked out from behind the screen with a light pink
swimsuit on. She went in front of her mirror and applied a light
layer of make-up. She didn't wear anymore than she had to most of
the time. She added pale rose lipstick, lip-gloss, a little
mascara, and the required powder that kept her face from looking
too shiny. Stepping backwards Usagi looked at herself in a full
length mirror that was nearby.
'I have to fix my hair. I didn't realize it until now, but my
'buns' are falling out a little. It must have been from wearing
that helmet.' Usagi took down her hair and struggled a little
trying to untangle it.
"Would you like some help?" The two twins came over ready to
help in an instant.
"Hai, please." Cassie and Elizabeth both took a brush and
brushed Usagi's hair. Cassie did the left and Elizabeth did the
right. They parted it down the middle and put an 'odango' on their
side of her head.
"Arigato."
"You're welcome." They put down the brushes and went back to
applying their make-up. Usagi once more looked into the full-length
mirror but this time she looked at what she wore.
'This bikini covers less than one of my underwear sets.' Usagi
inhaled deeply and walked out to where the shots were to be made.
"Where do you want me?," she asked a photographer.
"I want you over there on that motorcycle."
---2 hours later---
"Okay Miss Tsukino, that's enough for today."
"Are you sure? I don't want to go change, just to have you
change your mind as I am finished dressing."
"Hai, I'm sure, but come here. I have something to tell you."
Usagi walked over and listened as he lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Mr. Ishine (the boss of the vehicles' company) said that if
that motorcycle you were on earlier sells well, he'll give you one
any way you want it. Customized, regular, etc."
"Why?"
"Because that model has had a hard time selling and he figured
if it sells well, it is because of the model who posed with it."
"Why didn't you pick one of the other models?"
"Because, now don't blush on me, you ARE one of our most
beautiful models and I figured the other girls wouldn't mind if you
got it. All of the other girls either have their own car or want a
convertible."
"Thank you."
"You welcome." Usagi walked into the dressing room, changed
back into her regular clothing and puts all of the swimsuits into
a bag.
'One advantage to this job besides money, I get to keep what I
model in.' Usagi walked out the front doors and was greeted by who
she least expected to see.
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So, how did I do? Good, bad, or in different?
firegirl@japan.com