Target
Livy
thorned_roses@hotmail.com
Rated: PG-13
AN: I don't own Sailormoon
Crimson lips curled into a wishful smile as the slender woman
dipped a frosty, blood red
fingernail into her glass of sparkling champagne and brought
the droplets to her lips. She brushed her deep ebony black hair
away from her eyes and stood up from the little table at the
corner of the club. Her forest green eyes swept past a few
guys and landed on a certain laughing blond seated at the bar.
She smiled once more and stepped out into the chilling night
air.
Motoki slowly mingled through the crowd towards the nearby
bar. Music blared in his ears while people danced crazily in the
club. A woman with long blond hair tied up in a ponytail
grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. Motoki looked
down at the stranger and felt extremely uncomfortable when
she began to trail her hands intimately across his chest.
"I'm sorry, but I'm expecting someone," he said while
removing her hands from his body. She pouted her lips at him
and left, but not before sending a teasing wink in his
direction. Motoki walked back to the bar and sat down on the
stool.
"Hey man! Haven't seen you around here for a while." A
grinning young man sat down on the stool next to Motoki. His
chestnut brown hair was neatly tucked into his navy blue cap,
giving him the appearance of a teenager.
Motoki looked genuinely surprised and smiled back, "Kai! Still
here to hook up with some chicks?"
Kai grinned wickedly and looked around the club at the
dancing girls, "Man, they just can't keep their hands off me!"
Motoki laughed at him and shook his head. They continued to
talk throughout the night. Both men enjoying themselves
immensely, but Motoki secretly couldn't shake off the nagging
feeling that he was being watched......
Three weeks later-
Motoki drove happily while listening to the soft music humming
in the background. Everything in his life was finally running on
the right tracks. His company was skyrocketing and spreading
nation wide. A new penthouse by the seashore was waiting for
him when he gets back and to top it all off, he just met the
woman of his dreams. Motoki parked his sleek black sports car
and got out. A woman met him at the door of the petite red
brick house. She grabbed the neatly arranged flowers from
Motoki's hand and flung it carelessly onto the coffee table. No
words were spoken and no greetings were exchanged as the
seductress snaked her arms around his neck and crushed her
lips to his. Motoki hesitantly pried her away and rearranged
the strap of her dress that had fallen off her shoulder during
their 'search for inner romances'. The women faked a hurt look
and sat down on the arm of her new leather sofa, completely
aware that her short skirt was riding even further up her legs.
Motoki sighed and sat on the couch next to his beloved. She
took the opportunity to lean over and run her fingers through
his silky blond hair. He closed his eyes and surrendered to her
caresses. A moment later Motoki opened his eyes and looked
into her forest green ones.
"I've realized that we have come to the point in our
relationship where we have to address some new issues." He
looked at her timidly, patiently waiting for her reply. A
shocked appearance graced her face and she waited for him to
continue. Seeing that he was getting no response, Motoki
pulled out a black velvet box and reached for her hand. "Would
you be my wife?"
A scream of joy echoed through the house as the young
woman threw herself into his arms. Motoki buried his smiling
face into her hair. The woman stared afar, then finally, the
corners of her lips curled into a small smile.
Two years later~
Family and friends gathered around the church to pay their
respects to the deceased son of the Furuhate family.
Everything was silent expect for
the occasional outbursts of cries. A woman in the front row
bowed her head
and slipped off the diamond ring that she wore for two years.
The sounds of hollow footsteps floated throughout the church
as the woman stepped out.
People turned to watch her exit and shook their heads in
sympathy.
One month later~
A woman sat quietly alone at the little table situated in the
corner of the
club. Her forest green eyes gazed around the area and
observed the inhabitants there. Guys came up to ask her to
dance but she pointedly refused. None of them interests her.
Her eyes were set on one and one only. She swept her deep
ebony black hair away from her eyes and continued to study
the laughing man seated at the bar. Her sensual lips curled
into a smile and she walked out the door into the chilling night.
A wicked laugh pierced through the air like a knife.
She has found her new target.
~End
Please REVIEW!!!!!!
Livy
thorned_roses@hotmail.com
Rated: PG-13
AN: I don't own Sailormoon
Crimson lips curled into a wishful smile as the slender woman
dipped a frosty, blood red
fingernail into her glass of sparkling champagne and brought
the droplets to her lips. She brushed her deep ebony black hair
away from her eyes and stood up from the little table at the
corner of the club. Her forest green eyes swept past a few
guys and landed on a certain laughing blond seated at the bar.
She smiled once more and stepped out into the chilling night
air.
Motoki slowly mingled through the crowd towards the nearby
bar. Music blared in his ears while people danced crazily in the
club. A woman with long blond hair tied up in a ponytail
grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. Motoki looked
down at the stranger and felt extremely uncomfortable when
she began to trail her hands intimately across his chest.
"I'm sorry, but I'm expecting someone," he said while
removing her hands from his body. She pouted her lips at him
and left, but not before sending a teasing wink in his
direction. Motoki walked back to the bar and sat down on the
stool.
"Hey man! Haven't seen you around here for a while." A
grinning young man sat down on the stool next to Motoki. His
chestnut brown hair was neatly tucked into his navy blue cap,
giving him the appearance of a teenager.
Motoki looked genuinely surprised and smiled back, "Kai! Still
here to hook up with some chicks?"
Kai grinned wickedly and looked around the club at the
dancing girls, "Man, they just can't keep their hands off me!"
Motoki laughed at him and shook his head. They continued to
talk throughout the night. Both men enjoying themselves
immensely, but Motoki secretly couldn't shake off the nagging
feeling that he was being watched......
Three weeks later-
Motoki drove happily while listening to the soft music humming
in the background. Everything in his life was finally running on
the right tracks. His company was skyrocketing and spreading
nation wide. A new penthouse by the seashore was waiting for
him when he gets back and to top it all off, he just met the
woman of his dreams. Motoki parked his sleek black sports car
and got out. A woman met him at the door of the petite red
brick house. She grabbed the neatly arranged flowers from
Motoki's hand and flung it carelessly onto the coffee table. No
words were spoken and no greetings were exchanged as the
seductress snaked her arms around his neck and crushed her
lips to his. Motoki hesitantly pried her away and rearranged
the strap of her dress that had fallen off her shoulder during
their 'search for inner romances'. The women faked a hurt look
and sat down on the arm of her new leather sofa, completely
aware that her short skirt was riding even further up her legs.
Motoki sighed and sat on the couch next to his beloved. She
took the opportunity to lean over and run her fingers through
his silky blond hair. He closed his eyes and surrendered to her
caresses. A moment later Motoki opened his eyes and looked
into her forest green ones.
"I've realized that we have come to the point in our
relationship where we have to address some new issues." He
looked at her timidly, patiently waiting for her reply. A
shocked appearance graced her face and she waited for him to
continue. Seeing that he was getting no response, Motoki
pulled out a black velvet box and reached for her hand. "Would
you be my wife?"
A scream of joy echoed through the house as the young
woman threw herself into his arms. Motoki buried his smiling
face into her hair. The woman stared afar, then finally, the
corners of her lips curled into a small smile.
Two years later~
Family and friends gathered around the church to pay their
respects to the deceased son of the Furuhate family.
Everything was silent expect for
the occasional outbursts of cries. A woman in the front row
bowed her head
and slipped off the diamond ring that she wore for two years.
The sounds of hollow footsteps floated throughout the church
as the woman stepped out.
People turned to watch her exit and shook their heads in
sympathy.
One month later~
A woman sat quietly alone at the little table situated in the
corner of the
club. Her forest green eyes gazed around the area and
observed the inhabitants there. Guys came up to ask her to
dance but she pointedly refused. None of them interests her.
Her eyes were set on one and one only. She swept her deep
ebony black hair away from her eyes and continued to study
the laughing man seated at the bar. Her sensual lips curled
into a smile and she walked out the door into the chilling night.
A wicked laugh pierced through the air like a knife.
She has found her new target.
~End
Please REVIEW!!!!!!