Patch's AN's: *Ducks flying objects* Ack! Okay
okay! I'm sorry this has arrived so late. Don't
blame Mizu, blame me, the lump o' lard over
here. No wait! Don't flame me! Aaaaaack!
Mizu's AN's: O_O (still cramming for math...)
Usagi's note: thank god for cheap pumps and
Romans! ;)
Chapter 4: I'm too Sexy for my Shirt, too
Sexy for my Hat, too Sexy...
(You know the song)
Authors: Patch & Mizu
E-mail: patchkhan1@hotmail.com
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Rated: good question. ^^;;
Disclaimer: The brand name, Calvin Klein,
doesn't belong to us-you heard us! NE OWN PAS
DES UNDIES! ::clears throat:: excuse my
terrible French. ^^
...
Oh, sailor moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.
(psst! We don't think she owns Calvin Klein
either!) ^^;;
The room was silent, deathly so. Rays from
the bright afternoon sun filtered through the
tall, glass windows that made up one wall of
the large, spacious office. Dust particles
danced lazily in the air and there was a
certain calm, stillness that filled the
atmosphere. In fact, it could be said that
there was no sign of a living being ever having
stepped into the office. However, that
observation just could not be considered
plausible because there was a living being that
was currently occupying the office. Not just
one, but two living, breathing, hot-erm, warm-
blooded humans who were entangled in each
other's arms.
Picture this, a gorgeous although very
conservatively dressed, blonde haired woman
caught in the strong, muscular arms, of a bare
backed, dark haired, Playgirl material male.
Ooh la la. A scene straight from the cover of a
Harlequin romance novel.
"Do you usually carry such a bulky wallet
around?"
Maybe not.
"Nani?"
Mamoru dropped Usagi into her chair and
quickly took a step back, a blush creeping over
his face. A bulky wallet? He would have laughed
out loud had he not been so busy tamping down
his mortification. Although... she did think
he was bulk- HENTAI!
He mentally slapped himself a few times
before looking at Usagi. She looked as
flustered as he probably did, a few blonde
hairs having escaped her ponytail, to frame her
face, her blue eyes wide and tinged with
confusion. He suddenly had the biggest
urge to tuck back those stray hairs and kiss
her eyelids...
A few more slaps to his mental self and
Mamoru was finally composed.
"Gomen, I hope..." his voice trailed off
as he found himself with nothing to say.
She waved him off, fixing her hair and
sitting up straight. "It's alright," he heard
her mumble. He smiled apologetically and
managed to get his legs to walk him back to his
own seat. He picked up his shirt and slipped it
on, and then began doing his buttons, looking
anywhere else except at the woman who sat
before him.
When he had finished with the last button,
he sat down, hesitating a bit when he heard a
small sigh from somewhere. It sounded like a
sigh of disappointment and he looked
suspiciously at Usagi, who was busy
staring at her nails. He shrugged and made
himself more comfortable. It was probably the
wind, he thought. A most feminine wind indeed.
"So where were we?" Usagi asked,
assembling the mess of papers on her desk into
some sort of order.
"Well, you told me that I had gotten the
job." What exactly had he accepted, anyway?
"Aah yes, the role of Cupid. Now, I'm
going to need you to sign some things..."
Bingo, that was it. And now he would be getting
the money he so desperately need-- His thoughts
suddenly halted to a screech. Cupid? Had Usagi
just said what he thought he had heard? He was
going to play the role of that pudgy little
cherub that frolicked in nothing but a diaper,
and shot arrows into unsuspecting fools?
He stared blankly at the papers that Usagi
was placing in front of him.
"Did you say Cupid?" he asked suddenly,
interrupting Usagi's flow of speech. She
looked at him oddly before nodding. God, Usagi
thought, that lock of hair that looked so
adorable falling on his forehead like that was
driving her nuts. But no, she could not forget
the Golden Rules of the Workplace. No mixing
business with pleasure. Or was it the other way
around?
Either way it was the same thing and she
intended to stick to the little phrase. No
matter how badly her hands itched to touch that
silky...raven-black lock... of hair...
"But I'm not chubby in any way!"
She snapped to attention at his protest.
Oh he wasn't chubby in any way or form, she
could wholeheartedly agree with him on that. He
was such the opposite. He was a lean, nicely
built, sexy- Oh! She was doing it again! She
stopped the urge to fan herself and forced
herself to focus on why Mamoru was
declaring he wasn't chubby.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
she asked.
"Well," he motioned at something imaginary
and then at himself. "Isn't Cupid supposed to
be a fat, little fellow?"
"Oh! Well, you'll be playing the kind of
Cupid that'll have girls drooling for the
chocolates you're selling and their boyfriends
rushing out to buy them for their own safety's
sakes."
"But doesn't Cupid wear a diaper?" She
sat back and looked at him critically over the
steeple formed by her fingers. "You won't be
wearing a diaper, exactly. You will be scantily
clad, if that's what you're trying to say. But,
you shouldn't have any problems with that, ne?
Motoki did mention something about you modeling
underwear for a while."
"What?!"
"Now don't worry. We won't have you
wearing anything that's as..." she gulped and
went on, "as form-fitting as underwear." She
pictured Mamoru in Calvin Klein and nearly
threw herself towards the windows. What in
heaven's name was wrong with her today?
Apparently her hormones had decided to awaken
at the wrong moment. She needed to go take a
walk or something. She just could not stay in
the same room with this handsome man without
thinking wicked thoughts.
She stood up and was about to reach for
the papers she had given to Mamoru, when she
saw that he hadn't signed them.
"How about we adjourn this meeting for
today? Take the papers home with you and bring
them back tomorrow, 7 a.m sharp for your first
shoot."
She stood up thinking Mamoru would do the
same but he just sat there, his attention
somewhere else. She could've sworn she saw a
muscle tick in his cheek. But, she was probably
seeing things.
"Chiba-san?"
She heard him mumble a death threat of
some sort and her eyes widened when he suddenly
met her gaze and smiled. That smile would
definitely have their TV audience melting, she
thought. Why, she could feel her own legs
becoming wobbly.
"Gomen. I was just thinking about
something else. You said seven? I'll be there."
Usagi smiled in relief. Things were finally
beginning to look up. She walked around the
desk, towards him. "That's great!" She stood in
front of him as he got up. "And, um, thank you
for the lunch and for saving me from what would
have been an embarrassing fall."
Mamoru straightened and picked up the
green jacket that lay over the back of the
chair. "It was of no problem Tsukino-san." He
pulled the jacket on and in the process of
putting his hand into the right sleeve,
accidentally hit the papers Usagi had given
him.
They all fell to the ground and
automatically, the two both bent down to pick
up the fallen papers. Just when Mamoru had
gotten all of the papers, *SNAP* went the high
heel of Usagi's shoe as it broke away fromthe
sole.
Witnesses would later say that a husky
little boy about two years of age, with golden
curls was seen running in the opposite
direction of Tsukino Usagi's office. Oh well.
"Eeps!" Usagi shrieked lightly as she
grabbed onto Mamoru arms, but she had already
lost her balance and she fell backwards onto
her behind, her back up against the desk.
Mamoru followed close behind as Usagi was
still latched onto him and he found himself
bracing himself with his arms from totally
falling on top of her. He would later realize
that he had heard a small, childish giggle from
somewhere in the room.
"Oh... God..." Usagi breathed. Stupid,
cheap shoes!
She closed her eyes and opened them in a
second later. He was so close to her, she could
practically feel him breathing on her. Not that
she minded one bit but-
The door to her office opened and
Tsukushi, her secretary came in once again.
"Usagi-san, Touru-kun stopped by wanting
to speak to you but I told him you were busy in
a meeting. Also, the post man delivered a box
of something or the other..." The girl
continued to talk as she walked towards the
desk. She either had not noticed the
compromising position of Usagi and Mamoru
or she was doing a very good job of ignoring
them.
The girl placed Usagi's mail on the desk
and then began walking back out, her head bent
as she flipped through the pages of an
appointment book. "By the way, you have a
meeting tomorrow after the shoot with a Mr.
Thompson from New York. Then you have a
business lunch with Onishi-kun, member of the
public relations committee." She opened the
door and just before closing it, said, "Oh, and
prices at the Grand Plaza hotel, which is
across the street, range from 2,500 yen to
4,000 yen for a one night stand, erm...stay."
The door closed and Usagi knew could feel
the tell tale red creeping up her face. She had
to remember to give Tsukushi a hefty pay raise.
But first, Usagi would kill her for that last
comment.
The office fell into the same still
silence it had before but this time Mamoru felt
the poking of a certain thing called deja vu.
He looked down at Usagi who had her eyes
tightly shut. She looked as though she was
waiting to receive a blow of some sort and he
couldn't blame her. If it had been anyone
else... his own sense of being filled with
dread at the thought.
He quickly pushed away from her before the
thought became reality. He stood up and offered
his hand to Usagi but she refused it and
instead, dropped her head into her hands.
"Why me? Why me?" she began repeating the
two words in a sorrowful tone and he took a
step back, feeling very awkward.
"So I'll see you tomorrow at seven,
Tsukino-san. Ja!" He picked up the papers from
the floor and left the room in quick strides,
closing the door quietly behind him.
Usagi still sat with her back against the
desk, her knees raised upwards. She stopped her
moaning and looked at the now closed door.
"He's so hot!" she wailed to herself. "I'm
going to shoot Motoki!"
Mamoru arrived at the studio bright and
early at seven sharp. Actually he had been
sitting in his car for about fifteen minutes
outside of the building, debating whether or
not this was a good idea.
It probably wasn't, he concluded, but he
had to look at the positives. The money he so
badly needed would finally be rolling in. He
would also get to work with a slightly
eccentric, but very beautiful woman. And what
better way to get her attention, than to show
off his body? If the sighs he heard at the
Arcade meant anything, he had a very nice body
so surely Usagi would notice it.
Ending his thoughts there, he had gotten
out of his car, taken a deep breath (nearly
gagged when a bus rolled past, spewing its
fumes in his face) and then walked to the
studio.
And now here he was, feeling very
uncertain as to what to do next. People were
running around everywhere, hardly taking notice
of him.
"Chiba-san, over here!" He turned to see
his 'agent' waving him over. She was dressed in
business attire just like yesterday but oh...
this attire made her look so...attractive. She
was wearing a white, short-sleeved silk blouse
that was tucked in a cream colored skirt that
reached her thighs. A matching cream colored
coat was slung over her arm, and her long hair
was tied in a high ponytail.
He reached her side and she smiled
brightly at him. A little too brightly, he
noticed. It was as though she were forcing
herself to smile.
"Ohayo," he said.
"Ohayo. Are you all ready?" At his nod
she continued. "Good, because the costume
designer has brought in the cloth--ing you'll
be wearing."
He nodded again and took the garment
bag she handed him. She cleared her throat and
when she spoke again, she refused to meet his
eyes.
"Ano... I've checked the costume over
and it," she cleared her throat and a healthy
blush covered her cheeks, "it seems just fine,
so there's the dressing room, now go change."
She rushed the last sentence and began
pushing him in the direction of where he
would change.
"What's the rush?" he asked questioningly.
She seemed a bit out of it this morning. Well,
he had said she was a bit eccentric.
"There's no rush at all! Don't you want to
get this over with? I'm sure you do, so there's
the dressing room, now shoo!"
He did as he was told and threw a confused
glance over his shoulder as he walked away.
Usagi just smiled (a little too brightly again)
and then turned around to speak to someone.
He shrugged and went into the dressing room,
finally feeling the excitement of completing
this project.
Fifteen minutes later and there was no
sign of Mamoru. When the first ten minutes had
passed, Usagi had felt a bit uneasy. Then after
another five minutes, her palms had become
sweaty. Now it would be twenty minutes and she
was digging a trench in the ground with her
pacing.
"Tsukino-san, we need to get this project
off the ground." Usagi looked up to see the
director a few feet away. "I know," she
replied. "I'll just go check on Chiba-san, he
probably got lost or something."
She laughed nervously but the director
didn't even smile.
She strode away, mumbling under her
breath. "He better have gotten lost, that or he
better have hit his head on a wall and lost
consciousness."
She reached the dressing room and rapped
on the door. "Chiba-san are you in there? Are
you alright?"
There was a moment of silence before she
heard the sound of footsteps approaching the
door. She took a step back when the door was
opened a crack.
"I am not doing this," she heard before
the door was closed in her face.
She stared at the wood incredulously before
blinking. She knocked on the door again.
"Chiba-san? What are you talking about?
Can I at least come inside?" She heard him
grumble a 'yes' and opened the door slowly,
peering inside. He stood in the middle of the
room, dressed in a black dressing gown, his
back turned to her.
She knew now why he was acting like this;
had expected it all along. She sighed heavily.
"Chiba-san, please, you made a deal, you signed
the contract so now you are obligated to go
through with the shoot."
"Not wearing this!" He whirled around,
holding the gown open. Usagi's eyes widened
and her mouth fell open. The outfit was to be
worn in such a way that it looked like the
person was wearing a Roman toga, a very *short*
toga. A toga that hid nothing from one's
imagination.
Insert Mamoru into it and well... forget
imagination, think fantasies.
Usagi's cheeks flamed a bright red and she
struggled to maintain some sort of calm and
indifferent expression. Squeaking when she had
first seen his body had not helped but she
would strive to appear composed.
"Chiba-san, it doesn't look... that bad."
"It doesn't look- it's downright shameful!
I would cause a ninety year old woman to
drool!"
"Don't sound so sure of yourself," Usagi
snapped back.
"Hey! What was that supposed to mean?" he
demanded.
"Nothing. Now come on, the director is
getting impatient and we're already behind
schedule."
"I am not going out like this. Look at me!
If the wind should blow, the commercial would
immediately become X-rated."
"There is no wind in the studio, Chiba-
san."
"Still..."
The hesitation on Mamoru's face worried
Usagi. It worried her very much. Her job
depended on these things and she couldn't risk
a shy and modest man to ruin her career.
"Chiba-san, please," Mamoru's eyebrow went
up at the change of tone in Usagi's voice. From
commanding to playing nice?
"Please do the shoot, it's not so bad. And
I need you to do this, I'm desperate! You're my
last hope, only you can decide whether or not I
continue working for this company."
Her hands were clasped together, her eyes
were big and were those tears? Her lips were
pouty and well, he was taken. Let the world see
his body then. If it would help Usagi, so be
it.
"Alright," he sighed. "Lead the way."
Immediately, Usagi lost her puppy demeanor. She
straightened, and ran a hand down her skirt.
"Great, now come on, we're half an hour late."
She strode out and Mamoru could only stare
after her. How did she do that? But then a grin
formed on his features. He liked it.
"Okay Mamoru, now smile. No, no, you can
smile better than that. You're a sexy man,
smile like one! You know the woman want you,
let them know you know."
Usagi hid her face in her papers. The
photographer was absolutely outrageous! She was
also her best friend, Aino Minako and the poses
she was putting Mamoru in really would have
made a ninety year old woman drool. Not only
was he dressed so scandalously, but at some
times he was made to wear a set of wings. At
other times, he was made to look like he was
aiming at something with a bow and arrow. She
looked around to see that she wasn't the only
one affected. All the women who were working
had stopped by to watch the shooting.
For some reason, she had the biggest urge
to wrap Mamoru in a comforter and hide him from
their lecherous eyes. But no, Mamoru was not
hers.
"You're pure model material, Mamoru baby.
Now we're going to try a different pose. Lee,
set up the set!"
The crowd broke up and Usagi fanned
herself a bit before setting her sights on
Mamoru. He was now walking towards her, a
glass of cold water in his hand. He had
discarded the wings and the bow and arrow but
he had not lost that sexy smile. Oh and how she
would love to kiss that smile right off his
lips...
"Calm down, Usagi," she muttered to
herself. Busying herself with her papers, she
pretended not to notice Mamoru until the last
minute when he stood right next to her.
"Oh, Chiba-san, didn't notice you there.
Is everything alright so far?" Mamoru looked
down at the blond head of hair. He frowned
slightly when he realized she didn't seem to be
affected by his near bareness.
Every other woman had had her eyes glued
to him but he had hoped that maybe Usagi would
have spared him a glance also. Not that he
cared or anything, no of course it was nothing
like that.
But you know how it works. A male's ego is
not fully satisfied until he knows he's been
noticed by *every* girl in the room. And well,
apparently Mamoru had convinced himself that
that was the only reason he had wanted Usagi to
take interest in the shoot, if only to satisfy
his sorely depleted ego (let us forget the
sighing girls of Motoki's arcade, shall we?).
"Everything is fine," he replied
nonchalantly. "How about you?"
"Oh, it's going good for me too. Your
commercial shoot is tomorrow, same time. Remind
me to give you the script, ne?" Mamoru nodded
and opened his mouth to say something else,
when Minako interrupted the two.
"Mamoru baby, you're back on. These
next pics will be for the full page layouts.
Get your wings on and grab some arrows." He
looked at Usagi one more time before walking
towards the area where they had taken the first
set of pictures. He picked up the bow and
arrows and looked them over carefully. They
looked very... authentic. Something Cupid
himself would have been proud of. He shrugged
and walked towards the new set. He passed Usagi
and Minako and as he passed the two he felt a
light slap on his behind. He started and
whirled around to stare at the two women who
were still talking and looking over a piece of
paper. They both looked up at the same time
and when they saw him standing with a stupefied
look on his face, smiled.
"Is something wrong Chiba-san?" Usagi
asked. He did not reply, still shocked to his
toes.
"Hey, Cupid, hurry up and get over there,
we don't have any time for dallying," Minako
called out.
Mamoru shook his head and looked over the
two. One of them had slapped his butt, there
was no denying it! He looked at Minako and then
at Usagi, narrowing his eyes. He could see the
possibility of Minako doing such a thing but
Usagi wouldn't have been able to keep the
serious face she had on now. He must have been
losing his mind.
He reached the set and let the makeup
artists do their thing. They had to rub a light
layer of oil over his body that would give his
skin a light sheen. All the more to make it
realistic, Minako had said. He held up his arms
as someone had directed and looked over at
Minako and Usagi who were now arguing over
something. He could only imagine their subject.
***
"Hand over the money Usagi, you didn't
follow through properly."
"I did too!"
"No, you didn't. The dare was that you
slap his hiney and then whisper 'go for it
lover boy'. But you didn't do the second half,
so you owe me."
"I couldn't whisper that! He would have
known it was me. Fine, I'll give you half the
money, okay?"
"Fine.
*^*End*^*
Are we getting too hentai-ish? *Sees Mizu nod
vigorously* Naaah, not us!
okay! I'm sorry this has arrived so late. Don't
blame Mizu, blame me, the lump o' lard over
here. No wait! Don't flame me! Aaaaaack!
Mizu's AN's: O_O (still cramming for math...)
Usagi's note: thank god for cheap pumps and
Romans! ;)
Chapter 4: I'm too Sexy for my Shirt, too
Sexy for my Hat, too Sexy...
(You know the song)
Authors: Patch & Mizu
E-mail: patchkhan1@hotmail.com
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Rated: good question. ^^;;
Disclaimer: The brand name, Calvin Klein,
doesn't belong to us-you heard us! NE OWN PAS
DES UNDIES! ::clears throat:: excuse my
terrible French. ^^
...
Oh, sailor moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.
(psst! We don't think she owns Calvin Klein
either!) ^^;;
The room was silent, deathly so. Rays from
the bright afternoon sun filtered through the
tall, glass windows that made up one wall of
the large, spacious office. Dust particles
danced lazily in the air and there was a
certain calm, stillness that filled the
atmosphere. In fact, it could be said that
there was no sign of a living being ever having
stepped into the office. However, that
observation just could not be considered
plausible because there was a living being that
was currently occupying the office. Not just
one, but two living, breathing, hot-erm, warm-
blooded humans who were entangled in each
other's arms.
Picture this, a gorgeous although very
conservatively dressed, blonde haired woman
caught in the strong, muscular arms, of a bare
backed, dark haired, Playgirl material male.
Ooh la la. A scene straight from the cover of a
Harlequin romance novel.
"Do you usually carry such a bulky wallet
around?"
Maybe not.
"Nani?"
Mamoru dropped Usagi into her chair and
quickly took a step back, a blush creeping over
his face. A bulky wallet? He would have laughed
out loud had he not been so busy tamping down
his mortification. Although... she did think
he was bulk- HENTAI!
He mentally slapped himself a few times
before looking at Usagi. She looked as
flustered as he probably did, a few blonde
hairs having escaped her ponytail, to frame her
face, her blue eyes wide and tinged with
confusion. He suddenly had the biggest
urge to tuck back those stray hairs and kiss
her eyelids...
A few more slaps to his mental self and
Mamoru was finally composed.
"Gomen, I hope..." his voice trailed off
as he found himself with nothing to say.
She waved him off, fixing her hair and
sitting up straight. "It's alright," he heard
her mumble. He smiled apologetically and
managed to get his legs to walk him back to his
own seat. He picked up his shirt and slipped it
on, and then began doing his buttons, looking
anywhere else except at the woman who sat
before him.
When he had finished with the last button,
he sat down, hesitating a bit when he heard a
small sigh from somewhere. It sounded like a
sigh of disappointment and he looked
suspiciously at Usagi, who was busy
staring at her nails. He shrugged and made
himself more comfortable. It was probably the
wind, he thought. A most feminine wind indeed.
"So where were we?" Usagi asked,
assembling the mess of papers on her desk into
some sort of order.
"Well, you told me that I had gotten the
job." What exactly had he accepted, anyway?
"Aah yes, the role of Cupid. Now, I'm
going to need you to sign some things..."
Bingo, that was it. And now he would be getting
the money he so desperately need-- His thoughts
suddenly halted to a screech. Cupid? Had Usagi
just said what he thought he had heard? He was
going to play the role of that pudgy little
cherub that frolicked in nothing but a diaper,
and shot arrows into unsuspecting fools?
He stared blankly at the papers that Usagi
was placing in front of him.
"Did you say Cupid?" he asked suddenly,
interrupting Usagi's flow of speech. She
looked at him oddly before nodding. God, Usagi
thought, that lock of hair that looked so
adorable falling on his forehead like that was
driving her nuts. But no, she could not forget
the Golden Rules of the Workplace. No mixing
business with pleasure. Or was it the other way
around?
Either way it was the same thing and she
intended to stick to the little phrase. No
matter how badly her hands itched to touch that
silky...raven-black lock... of hair...
"But I'm not chubby in any way!"
She snapped to attention at his protest.
Oh he wasn't chubby in any way or form, she
could wholeheartedly agree with him on that. He
was such the opposite. He was a lean, nicely
built, sexy- Oh! She was doing it again! She
stopped the urge to fan herself and forced
herself to focus on why Mamoru was
declaring he wasn't chubby.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
she asked.
"Well," he motioned at something imaginary
and then at himself. "Isn't Cupid supposed to
be a fat, little fellow?"
"Oh! Well, you'll be playing the kind of
Cupid that'll have girls drooling for the
chocolates you're selling and their boyfriends
rushing out to buy them for their own safety's
sakes."
"But doesn't Cupid wear a diaper?" She
sat back and looked at him critically over the
steeple formed by her fingers. "You won't be
wearing a diaper, exactly. You will be scantily
clad, if that's what you're trying to say. But,
you shouldn't have any problems with that, ne?
Motoki did mention something about you modeling
underwear for a while."
"What?!"
"Now don't worry. We won't have you
wearing anything that's as..." she gulped and
went on, "as form-fitting as underwear." She
pictured Mamoru in Calvin Klein and nearly
threw herself towards the windows. What in
heaven's name was wrong with her today?
Apparently her hormones had decided to awaken
at the wrong moment. She needed to go take a
walk or something. She just could not stay in
the same room with this handsome man without
thinking wicked thoughts.
She stood up and was about to reach for
the papers she had given to Mamoru, when she
saw that he hadn't signed them.
"How about we adjourn this meeting for
today? Take the papers home with you and bring
them back tomorrow, 7 a.m sharp for your first
shoot."
She stood up thinking Mamoru would do the
same but he just sat there, his attention
somewhere else. She could've sworn she saw a
muscle tick in his cheek. But, she was probably
seeing things.
"Chiba-san?"
She heard him mumble a death threat of
some sort and her eyes widened when he suddenly
met her gaze and smiled. That smile would
definitely have their TV audience melting, she
thought. Why, she could feel her own legs
becoming wobbly.
"Gomen. I was just thinking about
something else. You said seven? I'll be there."
Usagi smiled in relief. Things were finally
beginning to look up. She walked around the
desk, towards him. "That's great!" She stood in
front of him as he got up. "And, um, thank you
for the lunch and for saving me from what would
have been an embarrassing fall."
Mamoru straightened and picked up the
green jacket that lay over the back of the
chair. "It was of no problem Tsukino-san." He
pulled the jacket on and in the process of
putting his hand into the right sleeve,
accidentally hit the papers Usagi had given
him.
They all fell to the ground and
automatically, the two both bent down to pick
up the fallen papers. Just when Mamoru had
gotten all of the papers, *SNAP* went the high
heel of Usagi's shoe as it broke away fromthe
sole.
Witnesses would later say that a husky
little boy about two years of age, with golden
curls was seen running in the opposite
direction of Tsukino Usagi's office. Oh well.
"Eeps!" Usagi shrieked lightly as she
grabbed onto Mamoru arms, but she had already
lost her balance and she fell backwards onto
her behind, her back up against the desk.
Mamoru followed close behind as Usagi was
still latched onto him and he found himself
bracing himself with his arms from totally
falling on top of her. He would later realize
that he had heard a small, childish giggle from
somewhere in the room.
"Oh... God..." Usagi breathed. Stupid,
cheap shoes!
She closed her eyes and opened them in a
second later. He was so close to her, she could
practically feel him breathing on her. Not that
she minded one bit but-
The door to her office opened and
Tsukushi, her secretary came in once again.
"Usagi-san, Touru-kun stopped by wanting
to speak to you but I told him you were busy in
a meeting. Also, the post man delivered a box
of something or the other..." The girl
continued to talk as she walked towards the
desk. She either had not noticed the
compromising position of Usagi and Mamoru
or she was doing a very good job of ignoring
them.
The girl placed Usagi's mail on the desk
and then began walking back out, her head bent
as she flipped through the pages of an
appointment book. "By the way, you have a
meeting tomorrow after the shoot with a Mr.
Thompson from New York. Then you have a
business lunch with Onishi-kun, member of the
public relations committee." She opened the
door and just before closing it, said, "Oh, and
prices at the Grand Plaza hotel, which is
across the street, range from 2,500 yen to
4,000 yen for a one night stand, erm...stay."
The door closed and Usagi knew could feel
the tell tale red creeping up her face. She had
to remember to give Tsukushi a hefty pay raise.
But first, Usagi would kill her for that last
comment.
The office fell into the same still
silence it had before but this time Mamoru felt
the poking of a certain thing called deja vu.
He looked down at Usagi who had her eyes
tightly shut. She looked as though she was
waiting to receive a blow of some sort and he
couldn't blame her. If it had been anyone
else... his own sense of being filled with
dread at the thought.
He quickly pushed away from her before the
thought became reality. He stood up and offered
his hand to Usagi but she refused it and
instead, dropped her head into her hands.
"Why me? Why me?" she began repeating the
two words in a sorrowful tone and he took a
step back, feeling very awkward.
"So I'll see you tomorrow at seven,
Tsukino-san. Ja!" He picked up the papers from
the floor and left the room in quick strides,
closing the door quietly behind him.
Usagi still sat with her back against the
desk, her knees raised upwards. She stopped her
moaning and looked at the now closed door.
"He's so hot!" she wailed to herself. "I'm
going to shoot Motoki!"
Mamoru arrived at the studio bright and
early at seven sharp. Actually he had been
sitting in his car for about fifteen minutes
outside of the building, debating whether or
not this was a good idea.
It probably wasn't, he concluded, but he
had to look at the positives. The money he so
badly needed would finally be rolling in. He
would also get to work with a slightly
eccentric, but very beautiful woman. And what
better way to get her attention, than to show
off his body? If the sighs he heard at the
Arcade meant anything, he had a very nice body
so surely Usagi would notice it.
Ending his thoughts there, he had gotten
out of his car, taken a deep breath (nearly
gagged when a bus rolled past, spewing its
fumes in his face) and then walked to the
studio.
And now here he was, feeling very
uncertain as to what to do next. People were
running around everywhere, hardly taking notice
of him.
"Chiba-san, over here!" He turned to see
his 'agent' waving him over. She was dressed in
business attire just like yesterday but oh...
this attire made her look so...attractive. She
was wearing a white, short-sleeved silk blouse
that was tucked in a cream colored skirt that
reached her thighs. A matching cream colored
coat was slung over her arm, and her long hair
was tied in a high ponytail.
He reached her side and she smiled
brightly at him. A little too brightly, he
noticed. It was as though she were forcing
herself to smile.
"Ohayo," he said.
"Ohayo. Are you all ready?" At his nod
she continued. "Good, because the costume
designer has brought in the cloth--ing you'll
be wearing."
He nodded again and took the garment
bag she handed him. She cleared her throat and
when she spoke again, she refused to meet his
eyes.
"Ano... I've checked the costume over
and it," she cleared her throat and a healthy
blush covered her cheeks, "it seems just fine,
so there's the dressing room, now go change."
She rushed the last sentence and began
pushing him in the direction of where he
would change.
"What's the rush?" he asked questioningly.
She seemed a bit out of it this morning. Well,
he had said she was a bit eccentric.
"There's no rush at all! Don't you want to
get this over with? I'm sure you do, so there's
the dressing room, now shoo!"
He did as he was told and threw a confused
glance over his shoulder as he walked away.
Usagi just smiled (a little too brightly again)
and then turned around to speak to someone.
He shrugged and went into the dressing room,
finally feeling the excitement of completing
this project.
Fifteen minutes later and there was no
sign of Mamoru. When the first ten minutes had
passed, Usagi had felt a bit uneasy. Then after
another five minutes, her palms had become
sweaty. Now it would be twenty minutes and she
was digging a trench in the ground with her
pacing.
"Tsukino-san, we need to get this project
off the ground." Usagi looked up to see the
director a few feet away. "I know," she
replied. "I'll just go check on Chiba-san, he
probably got lost or something."
She laughed nervously but the director
didn't even smile.
She strode away, mumbling under her
breath. "He better have gotten lost, that or he
better have hit his head on a wall and lost
consciousness."
She reached the dressing room and rapped
on the door. "Chiba-san are you in there? Are
you alright?"
There was a moment of silence before she
heard the sound of footsteps approaching the
door. She took a step back when the door was
opened a crack.
"I am not doing this," she heard before
the door was closed in her face.
She stared at the wood incredulously before
blinking. She knocked on the door again.
"Chiba-san? What are you talking about?
Can I at least come inside?" She heard him
grumble a 'yes' and opened the door slowly,
peering inside. He stood in the middle of the
room, dressed in a black dressing gown, his
back turned to her.
She knew now why he was acting like this;
had expected it all along. She sighed heavily.
"Chiba-san, please, you made a deal, you signed
the contract so now you are obligated to go
through with the shoot."
"Not wearing this!" He whirled around,
holding the gown open. Usagi's eyes widened
and her mouth fell open. The outfit was to be
worn in such a way that it looked like the
person was wearing a Roman toga, a very *short*
toga. A toga that hid nothing from one's
imagination.
Insert Mamoru into it and well... forget
imagination, think fantasies.
Usagi's cheeks flamed a bright red and she
struggled to maintain some sort of calm and
indifferent expression. Squeaking when she had
first seen his body had not helped but she
would strive to appear composed.
"Chiba-san, it doesn't look... that bad."
"It doesn't look- it's downright shameful!
I would cause a ninety year old woman to
drool!"
"Don't sound so sure of yourself," Usagi
snapped back.
"Hey! What was that supposed to mean?" he
demanded.
"Nothing. Now come on, the director is
getting impatient and we're already behind
schedule."
"I am not going out like this. Look at me!
If the wind should blow, the commercial would
immediately become X-rated."
"There is no wind in the studio, Chiba-
san."
"Still..."
The hesitation on Mamoru's face worried
Usagi. It worried her very much. Her job
depended on these things and she couldn't risk
a shy and modest man to ruin her career.
"Chiba-san, please," Mamoru's eyebrow went
up at the change of tone in Usagi's voice. From
commanding to playing nice?
"Please do the shoot, it's not so bad. And
I need you to do this, I'm desperate! You're my
last hope, only you can decide whether or not I
continue working for this company."
Her hands were clasped together, her eyes
were big and were those tears? Her lips were
pouty and well, he was taken. Let the world see
his body then. If it would help Usagi, so be
it.
"Alright," he sighed. "Lead the way."
Immediately, Usagi lost her puppy demeanor. She
straightened, and ran a hand down her skirt.
"Great, now come on, we're half an hour late."
She strode out and Mamoru could only stare
after her. How did she do that? But then a grin
formed on his features. He liked it.
"Okay Mamoru, now smile. No, no, you can
smile better than that. You're a sexy man,
smile like one! You know the woman want you,
let them know you know."
Usagi hid her face in her papers. The
photographer was absolutely outrageous! She was
also her best friend, Aino Minako and the poses
she was putting Mamoru in really would have
made a ninety year old woman drool. Not only
was he dressed so scandalously, but at some
times he was made to wear a set of wings. At
other times, he was made to look like he was
aiming at something with a bow and arrow. She
looked around to see that she wasn't the only
one affected. All the women who were working
had stopped by to watch the shooting.
For some reason, she had the biggest urge
to wrap Mamoru in a comforter and hide him from
their lecherous eyes. But no, Mamoru was not
hers.
"You're pure model material, Mamoru baby.
Now we're going to try a different pose. Lee,
set up the set!"
The crowd broke up and Usagi fanned
herself a bit before setting her sights on
Mamoru. He was now walking towards her, a
glass of cold water in his hand. He had
discarded the wings and the bow and arrow but
he had not lost that sexy smile. Oh and how she
would love to kiss that smile right off his
lips...
"Calm down, Usagi," she muttered to
herself. Busying herself with her papers, she
pretended not to notice Mamoru until the last
minute when he stood right next to her.
"Oh, Chiba-san, didn't notice you there.
Is everything alright so far?" Mamoru looked
down at the blond head of hair. He frowned
slightly when he realized she didn't seem to be
affected by his near bareness.
Every other woman had had her eyes glued
to him but he had hoped that maybe Usagi would
have spared him a glance also. Not that he
cared or anything, no of course it was nothing
like that.
But you know how it works. A male's ego is
not fully satisfied until he knows he's been
noticed by *every* girl in the room. And well,
apparently Mamoru had convinced himself that
that was the only reason he had wanted Usagi to
take interest in the shoot, if only to satisfy
his sorely depleted ego (let us forget the
sighing girls of Motoki's arcade, shall we?).
"Everything is fine," he replied
nonchalantly. "How about you?"
"Oh, it's going good for me too. Your
commercial shoot is tomorrow, same time. Remind
me to give you the script, ne?" Mamoru nodded
and opened his mouth to say something else,
when Minako interrupted the two.
"Mamoru baby, you're back on. These
next pics will be for the full page layouts.
Get your wings on and grab some arrows." He
looked at Usagi one more time before walking
towards the area where they had taken the first
set of pictures. He picked up the bow and
arrows and looked them over carefully. They
looked very... authentic. Something Cupid
himself would have been proud of. He shrugged
and walked towards the new set. He passed Usagi
and Minako and as he passed the two he felt a
light slap on his behind. He started and
whirled around to stare at the two women who
were still talking and looking over a piece of
paper. They both looked up at the same time
and when they saw him standing with a stupefied
look on his face, smiled.
"Is something wrong Chiba-san?" Usagi
asked. He did not reply, still shocked to his
toes.
"Hey, Cupid, hurry up and get over there,
we don't have any time for dallying," Minako
called out.
Mamoru shook his head and looked over the
two. One of them had slapped his butt, there
was no denying it! He looked at Minako and then
at Usagi, narrowing his eyes. He could see the
possibility of Minako doing such a thing but
Usagi wouldn't have been able to keep the
serious face she had on now. He must have been
losing his mind.
He reached the set and let the makeup
artists do their thing. They had to rub a light
layer of oil over his body that would give his
skin a light sheen. All the more to make it
realistic, Minako had said. He held up his arms
as someone had directed and looked over at
Minako and Usagi who were now arguing over
something. He could only imagine their subject.
***
"Hand over the money Usagi, you didn't
follow through properly."
"I did too!"
"No, you didn't. The dare was that you
slap his hiney and then whisper 'go for it
lover boy'. But you didn't do the second half,
so you owe me."
"I couldn't whisper that! He would have
known it was me. Fine, I'll give you half the
money, okay?"
"Fine.
*^*End*^*
Are we getting too hentai-ish? *Sees Mizu nod
vigorously* Naaah, not us!