PRECIOUS METALS by Sailor Earth
Author's Notes: Aaw, sorry about the wait, people! I have been so caught up with school-work and christmas i've had no time...but here it is finally...and thanx 2 every1 who reviewed! Keep it up - I need to know what y'all think...
It looks like Minako's in denial about her feelings for Kunzite...
*Chapter Six*
Minako's first thought in the morning was to wonder where she was. The second was that her back and her head hurt. A lot. The headache was wierd - she hadn't drunk much, but she could easily explain the pain in her back - the catch on her bra was digging in her back. Why was she sleeping in it? Where were her pyjamas? "At least I'm not completely naked - that would be kinda worrying considering that I don't really remember what happened..." she told herself.
Looking up at clock on the wall, Minako saw that it was 10.30 in the morning. She dragged herself out of bed, and washed her hands and face in the sink in the corner of the room. Rumaging in her handbag that had been thoughtfully placed next to the bed by Kunzite, she produced a brush and a hair-elastic, so she was able to scrape her blonde hair up into a ponytail and out of her eyes.
"I look so rough!" she thought to herself, "I don't wanna go downstairs...wait! Why do I care? It's not like it matters how I look...Yes it does, Kunzite's there...So? It's not like I FANCY him or anything..."
However, her more immediate problem was that it would hardly be appropriate to greet Kunzite in only her underwear. The thought of wearing yesterday's clothes filled her with repulse - they would feel uncomfortable and unclean after last night. Where were they, anyway? She looked around - someone, presumably Kunzite - had folded them and laid them on a chair. Beside the chair was a wardrobe. Maybe, just maybe, she would find something inside that she could wear. She opened it, and luckily it was full. She found an old shirt that she was sure Kunzite wouldn't mind her wearing. The worn cotton was soft, and the masculine scent was strangely comforting. The sleeves were long, so she rolled them up, and the shirt hung to mid-thigh, making her feel slightly less exposed than she had before.
She left the room, and made her way downstairs. Now, in the light of the morning, she noticed the tidyness of the house, and it's monochrome decor. Nothing like her home on Venus, which was messy and mis-matched, but she certainly couldn't fault Kunzite's home.
She wandered into a large room which did not match the rest of the house. It was extremely untidy, with art materials and fabrics strewn across the floor, and papers everywhere. This was Kunzite's studio. She looked more closely at some of the papers. Many had half-finished, scribbled out figures on them. The noise of the door opening behind her made her jump.
"So there you are!" came Kunzite's voice, "i just went up to check on you, sleeping beauty, and found your bed empty."
"Why are you rejecting all these designs?" Minako asked him, ignoring his comments.
"I don't like them."
"I think they're amazing."
"I want to enter in the NDYA, but I need a design that's absolutley perfect. I need more inspiration."
"You know," commented Minako, "sometimes people have a muse. Maybe that's what you need."
"Maybe..." Kunzite paused foe a while before adding, "Well then, Mina-chan, YOU be my muse."
"ME?!"
"Yes, you."
Minako blushed furiously. She knew Kunzite wasn't joking, and she knew how honoured she should fell to be asked. But there was also something else in the back of her mind - this amazing man clearly cared about her. A lot. And she knew that she was falling for him, even if she didn't like to admit it.
"Umm, OK, I'd like that..." she somehow managed to utter.
Kunzite grabbed her and threw his arms around her in a bear-hug. For a second, time stood still. Minako hugged him back. She didn't want to let go. Ever. Were things finally going her way? Had she finally found someone who liked her back? Who was brave and strong AND caring and kind? He had an air of danger, yet she still felt so safe in his arms. So much she wanted to believe in him. In them. But she couldn't bring herself to, because, like always, she told herself that exposing her feelings in any way could only lead to hurt.
Author's Notes: Aaw, sorry about the wait, people! I have been so caught up with school-work and christmas i've had no time...but here it is finally...and thanx 2 every1 who reviewed! Keep it up - I need to know what y'all think...
It looks like Minako's in denial about her feelings for Kunzite...
*Chapter Six*
Minako's first thought in the morning was to wonder where she was. The second was that her back and her head hurt. A lot. The headache was wierd - she hadn't drunk much, but she could easily explain the pain in her back - the catch on her bra was digging in her back. Why was she sleeping in it? Where were her pyjamas? "At least I'm not completely naked - that would be kinda worrying considering that I don't really remember what happened..." she told herself.
Looking up at clock on the wall, Minako saw that it was 10.30 in the morning. She dragged herself out of bed, and washed her hands and face in the sink in the corner of the room. Rumaging in her handbag that had been thoughtfully placed next to the bed by Kunzite, she produced a brush and a hair-elastic, so she was able to scrape her blonde hair up into a ponytail and out of her eyes.
"I look so rough!" she thought to herself, "I don't wanna go downstairs...wait! Why do I care? It's not like it matters how I look...Yes it does, Kunzite's there...So? It's not like I FANCY him or anything..."
However, her more immediate problem was that it would hardly be appropriate to greet Kunzite in only her underwear. The thought of wearing yesterday's clothes filled her with repulse - they would feel uncomfortable and unclean after last night. Where were they, anyway? She looked around - someone, presumably Kunzite - had folded them and laid them on a chair. Beside the chair was a wardrobe. Maybe, just maybe, she would find something inside that she could wear. She opened it, and luckily it was full. She found an old shirt that she was sure Kunzite wouldn't mind her wearing. The worn cotton was soft, and the masculine scent was strangely comforting. The sleeves were long, so she rolled them up, and the shirt hung to mid-thigh, making her feel slightly less exposed than she had before.
She left the room, and made her way downstairs. Now, in the light of the morning, she noticed the tidyness of the house, and it's monochrome decor. Nothing like her home on Venus, which was messy and mis-matched, but she certainly couldn't fault Kunzite's home.
She wandered into a large room which did not match the rest of the house. It was extremely untidy, with art materials and fabrics strewn across the floor, and papers everywhere. This was Kunzite's studio. She looked more closely at some of the papers. Many had half-finished, scribbled out figures on them. The noise of the door opening behind her made her jump.
"So there you are!" came Kunzite's voice, "i just went up to check on you, sleeping beauty, and found your bed empty."
"Why are you rejecting all these designs?" Minako asked him, ignoring his comments.
"I don't like them."
"I think they're amazing."
"I want to enter in the NDYA, but I need a design that's absolutley perfect. I need more inspiration."
"You know," commented Minako, "sometimes people have a muse. Maybe that's what you need."
"Maybe..." Kunzite paused foe a while before adding, "Well then, Mina-chan, YOU be my muse."
"ME?!"
"Yes, you."
Minako blushed furiously. She knew Kunzite wasn't joking, and she knew how honoured she should fell to be asked. But there was also something else in the back of her mind - this amazing man clearly cared about her. A lot. And she knew that she was falling for him, even if she didn't like to admit it.
"Umm, OK, I'd like that..." she somehow managed to utter.
Kunzite grabbed her and threw his arms around her in a bear-hug. For a second, time stood still. Minako hugged him back. She didn't want to let go. Ever. Were things finally going her way? Had she finally found someone who liked her back? Who was brave and strong AND caring and kind? He had an air of danger, yet she still felt so safe in his arms. So much she wanted to believe in him. In them. But she couldn't bring herself to, because, like always, she told herself that exposing her feelings in any way could only lead to hurt.