PRECIOUS METALS by Sailor Earth
*Chapter Seven*
"You want milk in your tea?" Kunzite asked. They were in his kitchen now.
"Yeah...there's none in here, though..." Minako's head appeared from within Kunzite's fridge.
"The milkman should have come - there'll be some on the doorstep. Hang on, I'll go get it."
"No, don't worry, Kunzite. I'll go."
Minako opened the front door. The breeze was refreshing, but it made her shiver a little. She stepped outside and bent down to get the icy-cold bottle.As she straightened up again, someone appeared beside her.
"Well, well, well..." came a familiar voice, "If it isn't Miss. Aino...and I doubt that's your own shirt you're wearing there. Good night, was it?"
"Who the HELL do you think you are?! You know NOTHING about me!!!" Minako yelled, "I don't even know who you are but you've been following me everywhere recently, and I wish you'd STOP!"
"I'm sorry..." the man replied sarcastically, "Did I not introduce myself properly? I'm Damian Hawke, photographer and journalist for the TOKYO TIMES. Oh, and here's lover-boy..."
Kunzite had heard Minako's angry voice and stepped outside to see what was happening. In a flash, Damian had whipped out his camera and taken several pictures of the couple. With a sudden surge, Kunzite lunged forward, pushing Damian into a hedge.
"I'm telling you, leave her alone!" Anger boiled inside Kunzite, his pulse started to race. How DARE anyone do this Minako?! But, somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a small voice telling him that beating Damian to a pulp probably wasn't such a great idea. "C'mon Mina-chan. The tea's gonna go cold." Kunzite turned and went inside shutting the door after them. As soon as they were inside, Minako turned to Kunzite,
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, "Now he's gonna be 10 times worse!"
"He wouldn't dare."
"You wanna bet on that?" she muttered angrily.
"Look, I just scared him - I'd beat him anytime, hands down, and he knows that!"
"God, Kunzite! You have no idea what it's like to be me! You think you can go throwing your weight around, trying to protect me! Well, I have news for you - I looked after myself just fine before you turned up, and I still can now!" Her anger and frustration now vented, she was overcome by a wave of exhaustion. Her eyes welled up with tears, her legs gave way underneath her, and she crumpled to the floor.
Kunzite crouched opposite her. As she sat, tears rolling down her cheeks, he gently brushed her fringe out her eyes, and dabbed her tears with a tissue. "I'm sorry..." she began, "I didn't mean to yell like that..."
"I know, I know."
She looked up at Kunzite gentle face.
"What happened last night? I think my drink was spiked or something..."
A look of realisation flashed across Kunzite's face.
"Mina-chan! Damian carried our drinks over last night! You don't think...you don't think HE spiked your drink, do you?"
"I wouldn't put it past him..." she muttered.
"He can't get a way with this!"
"Well he's going to. I mean, what can I do? I can't prove he did anything, can I?"
"No, I suppose not."
*Chapter Seven*
"You want milk in your tea?" Kunzite asked. They were in his kitchen now.
"Yeah...there's none in here, though..." Minako's head appeared from within Kunzite's fridge.
"The milkman should have come - there'll be some on the doorstep. Hang on, I'll go get it."
"No, don't worry, Kunzite. I'll go."
Minako opened the front door. The breeze was refreshing, but it made her shiver a little. She stepped outside and bent down to get the icy-cold bottle.As she straightened up again, someone appeared beside her.
"Well, well, well..." came a familiar voice, "If it isn't Miss. Aino...and I doubt that's your own shirt you're wearing there. Good night, was it?"
"Who the HELL do you think you are?! You know NOTHING about me!!!" Minako yelled, "I don't even know who you are but you've been following me everywhere recently, and I wish you'd STOP!"
"I'm sorry..." the man replied sarcastically, "Did I not introduce myself properly? I'm Damian Hawke, photographer and journalist for the TOKYO TIMES. Oh, and here's lover-boy..."
Kunzite had heard Minako's angry voice and stepped outside to see what was happening. In a flash, Damian had whipped out his camera and taken several pictures of the couple. With a sudden surge, Kunzite lunged forward, pushing Damian into a hedge.
"I'm telling you, leave her alone!" Anger boiled inside Kunzite, his pulse started to race. How DARE anyone do this Minako?! But, somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a small voice telling him that beating Damian to a pulp probably wasn't such a great idea. "C'mon Mina-chan. The tea's gonna go cold." Kunzite turned and went inside shutting the door after them. As soon as they were inside, Minako turned to Kunzite,
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, "Now he's gonna be 10 times worse!"
"He wouldn't dare."
"You wanna bet on that?" she muttered angrily.
"Look, I just scared him - I'd beat him anytime, hands down, and he knows that!"
"God, Kunzite! You have no idea what it's like to be me! You think you can go throwing your weight around, trying to protect me! Well, I have news for you - I looked after myself just fine before you turned up, and I still can now!" Her anger and frustration now vented, she was overcome by a wave of exhaustion. Her eyes welled up with tears, her legs gave way underneath her, and she crumpled to the floor.
Kunzite crouched opposite her. As she sat, tears rolling down her cheeks, he gently brushed her fringe out her eyes, and dabbed her tears with a tissue. "I'm sorry..." she began, "I didn't mean to yell like that..."
"I know, I know."
She looked up at Kunzite gentle face.
"What happened last night? I think my drink was spiked or something..."
A look of realisation flashed across Kunzite's face.
"Mina-chan! Damian carried our drinks over last night! You don't think...you don't think HE spiked your drink, do you?"
"I wouldn't put it past him..." she muttered.
"He can't get a way with this!"
"Well he's going to. I mean, what can I do? I can't prove he did anything, can I?"
"No, I suppose not."