Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated: PG-13
I'm back again! Yeaaaa! This chapter is dedicated to my fabulously
stupid dogs, Shiloh and Lady (everyone applaud the idiocy of my
animals), and to anyone who likes my story. If you can believe it, I am
getting my inspiration while eating cauliflower and salad dressing
(French). Great, huh? Okay then. On with the story!
Chapter Four
"So...?" Motoki smirked.
"So... what?" Mamoru steadied his gaze and looked at his friend,
hoping to appear as calm and unfazed as usual.
"Don't give me that look, Chiba Mamoru. What on Earth was that?
Was it just me or were you guys gonna KISS??"
"It's just you."
"Uh... huh..."
"You think whatever you want, Motoki-kun."
"Well... I'll just warn you. Usagi-chan is not exactly the warm,
friendly type. She makes it a point to be, as so many people have said
so, "a cold-hearted bitch". But once she knows you, she's like, well,
the best friend you can have."
"Good to know."
"Hey, shut up. I know you like her. Or was that NOT you ogling
her?"
"Motoki, sometimes you don't know when to keep your mouth shut."
~~~~~~
Usagi glanced down at the guard walking his beat around the
museum. Strange how many museums in Tokyo had sky lights.
Glancing over the marble encrusted edge, she quickly searched for
pedestrians and continued back to the window. Attaching an electronic
light to the pane of glass, she punched in a number. A blue light
shimmered around the room and the red beams surrounding each painting
in the room and all the doors vanished. A timer quickly began to beep
on the machine, counting down from 4 minutes.
240...
Running to the steel barred door, a small device the size of a
beeper was produced from an invisible pocket, and from it came a thin
beam, cutting through the metal. Catching the rail, she slid down
flight after flight of stairs.
180...
Stopping at the final door, the laser appeared again and the lock
and doorknob was cut. A deep gasp was heard, as Usagi heard the swift
tapping of feet. She hadn't counted on this...
130...
A shiver ran through her as the tapping dissipated and she shoved
the door open. Skimming across the room, the young thief checked her
timer and reached up to the painting. A line was fastened to each
corner of the painting and a suction shot to the sky light above to
catch on to the window, yanking the portrait up with it.
90...
Racing back to the door, Usagi fumbled with the hole where the
doorknob should be. "Oh God, oh God, help me..." she breathed,
desperately.
70...
A bead of sweat ran down into the mask that covered her face and
Usagi yanked her barrier open and sprinted up the stairs.
10...
Reaching the final door to the roof, the blonde pushed at it
wildly. "Open! Open, damn you!"
5...
It swung open, mysteriously and she fell through, collapsing in
amazingly strong arms.
1...
The door swished shut as, just as all the shafts of red lights
reappeared and the guard reentered the room below, glancing around,
suddenly alert as the bright sensors flickered.
Usagi gasped for air, her lungs expanding and contracting
erractically, as she sobbed hysterically. Finally looking up, she
stared into the same blue eyes she'd seen before, and pulled him down
to her, kissing him gratefully.
~~~~~~
Mamoru stared, astonished, at the frenzied woman clinging to him.
Wow. Full lips pressed against his own, and the tall man just stood,
astonished. He'd arrived to find the door sliced open, and just as he
pulled it open, his equal landed, exhausted in his arms, before
promptly kissing him directly on the lips.
Peering down into appreciative midnight blue eyes, he smiled,
slightly.
~~~~~~
"Thank you. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much..."
Hugging him tightly, she finally let go and hurried towards the sky
light. Quickly tapping a code into the machine still attached, the
whole pane of glass flipped, leaving the canvas open to the sky.
Quickly cutting the cords, she picked up the painting and turned
towards the edge.
"HEY! Where do you think you're going?" A large hand grasped her
shoulder.
Ooooh... Cliffhanger... hee hee hee... makes me feel all
professional... Please comment people! I need the emotional support!
I'm a very fragile person!
*Sylyne sniffs, and wipes away a tear.
hehehehhe... Yeah right.
Anyhow, ta dahlings...
Sylyne.
email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com