How it Feels to be Lonely - Chapter 2
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A flash of cobalt eyes and long raven hair filled her vision before settling on the dazzling smile that flashed her way. She looked behind her to see if he was really smiling at someone behind her, but that was when she noticed he was sitting in her booth!!
No way!!! This hot guy just comes up to me willingly!! Minako would so totally bust with jealousy!! *evil laugh*
Usagi cleared her throat before starting up polite conversation with an average, "Hello! Yes, you can sit there." Smile. His clear blue eyes twinkled merrily as they talked non-stop about life and how things were managing in their lives. Motoki finally showed up and took their orders, Usagi's being just a shake and Seiya's (AN: yes it truly it is him. Lol, who else could it be?) order being a burger. Motoki's smile faltered as he just nodded and left after throwing a 'rite away' over his shoulder. What does Usa think she's doing? Doesn't she know she'll be in deep shit if Mamoru finds out that she's hanging around another guy? Motoki thought as he placed the menus he had in the 'menu box' while on his way to get a few more orders ready.
"So…What were you up to before you came up to me and joined me at this…lovely booth?" Usagi asked, trying to start up conversation again. He shrugged before answering.
"I was over there at the counter talking to 'Toki, when I saw you alone staring at that video game, I thought I should come and introduce myself. You seemed pretty lonely." The typical answer to an average question. Mamoru and what might be her scolding for just being alone with a hot guy in a booth, far away from her mind. Again, conversation started up and after Motoki had come and been long gone, their food dwindling down to crumbs over the hour, it seemed that the time does fly when a guy tries to pick up a chic.
"Well it looks like my time here is ending."
"Sounds like a line from a cheap romance movie."
"It gets the point across." He shrugs as he says this. "Anyway, I gotta go. Would you mind walking me out?"
"I don't see why not." They stood in unison, both throwing down a couple bucks, each paying for their own ordered food. They headed to the doors when Usagi spotted the main reason she was there at the Arcade in the first place. A certain dark-haired some one. Usagi cursed under her breath, berating him for even showing up so late. But also delighted that he had even tried to make it. As the newly acquired couple stood just inside the mechanical doors. As they slid apart with that familiar whoosh and Mamoru stopped dead in his tracks, his defenses up and a growl ready to be emitted from his throat.
"Usako…? I'm sorry I'm late. My boss held me back to discuss the possibilities of a raise. Who are you?" Mamoru asked hesitantly, voice growing as his eyes flicked from Usagi to the stranger. His dislike for this other…male…was growing the longer the stranger stood next to his girl. His Usako.
"Hello, Mamo-chan!" she greeted cheerily, obviously proving it to be tough to be mad for long when his cheeks were painted rosy red going on burning red from the run he had on his way there to get to Usagi as soon as he could. He still loved her, he wouldn't stiff her up. Not now. Not when they had just gotten to be so close to their official wedding day. "This is Seiya. He kept me company, polite company, while I was waiting for you." Putting visible strain on the word 'polite', cooled Mamoru's ever growing rage as his gaze turned loving on his to-be-wife. "Also, I was just about to walk him out when I saw you. I guess I'll have to walk you out some other time." The last part directed to Seiya. Seiya just nodded coolly and walked forward to Mamoru. He stared Mamoru down from the side as they stood shoulder-to-shoulder, then left throwing a 'see ya later' over his shoulder as he left.
"What-"
"No, hush. It's all innocent, Mamo-chan. I still love you, and only you. You shouldn't be so dubious of me all the time." She walked to him and kissed him. They left arm in arm to Mamoru's red black top convertible '98 Mustang. (AN: hell ya!!)
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As he walked away, watching the loving couple arm in arm to some red car (he couldn't see that far. Not without his binoculars) and drive away. Oh, sure. She escaped from him this time. But at least now she knew who he was.
And that always was a good thing. Especially for her.
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duh duh duuuuuh!!! The plot thickens! After this chapter, I found an EXTREMLY fun point to this story!! But you'll hafta stay tuned to find out l8r!!!!! muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!
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