Kurisutaru
kurisutaru_faithful@lunap.com
Off Again...
Chapter 2/?
Disclaimer: lalala...you know the drill, now on to the dance *dah dum
dee.....*

You are recommended to read the first part, Slide


WAHHH So little feedback for the first chapter...sniffles.....no one
wants to read?!! wahhh...

HMPH...neways :P got this all out in one day...YIPPIE I'm inspired with
insanity again!!....
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Poor Mamoru, he had little time to ponder his bewildered thoughts for
Usagi had stumbled into his office for a final cry of help.

"Chiba-san, I was wondering some details of this project, I wasn't
quite informed about." She would have babbled on, but the man simple
looked at her so strangely that she decided to cut herself short of
excuses.

Mamoru just stared at the gorgeous angel, gawked you could say, but we
both know that he wouldn't do that now would he?

Swallowing hard to suppress his overactive imagination and urge, Mamoru
scrambled through the mountainous stacks of paper piled in front of
him. Curious at how all those papers had gotten there he pushed aside
what was deemed useless at the time, stock quotes, upcoming paychecks,
contracts... Most definitely nothing of importance, and found the
single coffee stained napkin he had scribbled his notes onto and waved
it under her nose.

Usagi was alarmed at this very psychotic, very strange man but she
merely just grabbed the paper, muttered a thanks, dashing out the door
before he had a chance to try something ridiculous, like kiss her.
AGAIN. She blushed hard and ran to her desk hiding her shamed face
behind a seventeen-inch computer screen. She pondered if she would
always find the weird ones to feel this strange and compelling feeling
to be with them. She smacked herself on the head, what was she
thinking, a feeling to be by them?! She shook her head in denial and
continued to immerse herself in her work.
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Motoki, prying into Mamoru's personal life, or the obvious lack of,
watched the commotion brought about by this petite young woman. He
merely grinned to himself, of all the irony in this world... Mamoru had
always had the best women, beautiful, intelligent, kind, famous,
overall women he personally would not mind having, fawning over him.
These women wanted him like no other, yet he is attracted to the one,
strange, bunny-like woman. The type of woman that is hot tempered, on
the young side, cute, and somewhat insane. Yes sirrie, insane, from
what he can tell. Heck, she makes HIM insane, which makes her
absolutely just for him. Motoki glanced back and forth among the two,
each desperately holding up protective shields, unfortunately for them,
the thread of fate pulls much harder.

Motoki covered his mouth, his face bleeding red. He removed his hand
from his mouth, for a moment he was about to send out a diabolical deep
laugh. Irony certainly is too much fun to watch, he started to type
furiously to make up for his daydreaming/stalking/whatever unnecessary
thing he was doing.
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Usagi sneezed hard. She looked about the room as if she had just been
watched, talked about, but quickly dismissed herself when she found the
room in a work-like trance that consisted of clicking keyboards,
office telephone rings, and mummers of the lastest contracts.

Taking in a breath, Usagi worked with the priority of what children
needed in the center however every time she attempted to gather
statistics and knowledge, it came back down to, what the man in charge
wanted. Gritting her teeth she made a decision for the children, and
she needed his opinion, it was only inevitable that she had to interact
with her psychopathic Employer.

Why HIS opinion you ask? Usagi had looked over the many details, and
pieced together a child once in need, yes perhaps, Mamoru. The details
were specific, and accurate with the descriptions of Usagi's research.

Resisting the urge to scream out, Usagi breathed deeply in and out
hoping very much that her face wasn't pinkish. Grabbing her portfolio
of ideas and concepts compiled from the past 5 hours she marched right
up to his office again and knocked solidly twice.
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A pair of cold, cool blue eyes darted in the direction of the door, the
eyes starred at the door intensively, and voice was reminded to speak.

"Come in." It creaked.

The eyes somewhat popped and ever so wanted to smack voice for its
horrible performance, for goodness sakes, it creaked! However there was
no time to discipline for the one object that caused the eyes and
other to fall into chaos waltzed into the room.

"Chiba-san." It greeted. The pair of eyes was no longer in logic's
control. They wandered over the object, fascinated.

"AHEM" the object attempted to collect attention once again. The eyes
snapped back, cold and cool.

"Usagi-san, how lovely to see you."

Usagi was tempted to glare at him, but knowing all to well, it was
fruitfulness. Sighing she continued.

"I believe we need to schedule a meeting to further discuss your
intentions for this project. You seem to have experience in this
particular project, am I not correct?"

Mamoru froze for a moment, but certainly long enough for Usagi to catch
the slice of emotion.

Her assumptions were correct, he had faced his own conquest. Usagi
suddenly felt the need to comfort him, but quickly shook it off as he
made a signal to answer.

"Yes, Usagi-san, you are correct." He answered softly, most unlike this
barbaric CEO.

She smiled a little, just to ease the small tension created.
"So, when shall we have this meeting? As soon as possible is best."

Mamoru grinned gold. Opportunity had struck.
"How about we talk it over dinner, since we both obviously missed lunch."

Usagi was startled, she glanced quickly to her watch and realized that
she had been researching for over nine hours with no more than a
coffee as a break. But dinner with HIM?! That was too much for her
system.

"Chiba-san..." *GROWL went the tummy* But the stomach obviously did not
care.

"Shall we then?" He smiled.
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At the time, Motoki was the only one left in the office. He was
actually rather peeved that Mamoru left him alone, at the office. He
would at least ask if he would like something, but obviously Mamoru was
occupied, trying not to trip on his excitement.

Motoki stretched and continued typing, he was happy for Mamoru.
Finally, other company than himself. Rather relieved at the idea
actually, it was better than his fear of Mamoru holding an unspoken
attraction to him. Motoki laughed hard and quickly knocked on wood.
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Mamoru practically danced to his vehicle, he smiled like a boy on
Christmas morning and his eyes sparkled dangerously.
"This way, this way." He said, or pretty much sung.

Usagi smiled and followed Mamoru to the same car he camped at her
apartment with. They got in and sat themselves down, Mamoru reached
over Usagi and grabbed her seatbelt for her, closing the distance
between them. Suddenly everything was light and warm, he was very
close. Mamoru noticed as well and frozen in his current position, his
eyes darted back and forth from hers wanting more than just a look.
Usagi was unable to look away from the childish eyes, drawn to them
afraid to move of speak in fear he would try something crazy. Mamoru
wanted so much to touch her face, and push away the unbelievably
annoying strand of hair that fell over her eyes and tickled her nose.
However the strand of hair annoyed Usagi as well, soon her nose
protested violently with a sneeze.

*AAAHCHOOOOO*
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The Two sat in silence as Mamoru drove with one hand, and wipe his face
with a napkin in the other. She sneezed in his FACE! With every wipe
of the napkin, the more agitated he became. Unknowingly he made cute
annoyed faces that caused Usagi to burst out into giggles.

The cold, cool, and now, dark eyes turned away from the road and to
her.
"What, may I ask is so funny?"

She glanced at him, and started to giggle harder.

The pair of eyes narrowed, and an evil grin spread across his face. His
hand dropped his napkin into a cup holder.
"So you think this is funny ne? Would it be so funny, after I..."

"You what?" She countered quickly, still barely able to control her
laughter.

"After, I kiss you!"

And with that, he darted for her, caught off guard Usagi's lips were
captured by his own.

All control lost and held in the moment they're lips melded together
unable to pull apart. Just as Usagi gave in wrapping an arm around his
neck.

Mamoru's very nice expensive car slammed into a pole.
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With cuts and scraps, the two glared at each other at a local hospital.

"You should have kept your eyes on the road." Usagi commented.

Mamoru glared, "Well you shouldn't have tempted me!"

"Tempted you?! I did no such thing." Usagi countered.

"You tempted me, and lured me into kissing you and loosing control. That's what you did!"

Usagi just raised an eyebrow, surprised.
"I'm not even going to try to argue with you."
With that her high heels clicked away on the tiled floors of the
hospital to a location without, the lunatic of a person, and called
Minako to pick her up.

The phone rung a few times and a cheery voice answered, "Moshi Moshi!"

Usagi sighed with relieve that Minako was home, "Minako-chan, can you
do me a favor and pick me up at the Crossroad District Hospital?"

"Usagi-chan? What happened?"

"It's a long story. Can you please hurry?"

"Yes yes, I will be right on my way." With that, Minako hung up and
rushed over.

Meanwhile, Mamoru also grabbed his phone and called Motoki. After a
lengthy explanation, and a harsh laugh from Motoki, Motoki was on his
way to pick him up. After ending the call, Mamoru sighed and felt his
throbbing head. But his head couldn't compare to the sweet lingering
feeling of Usagi's warm lips across his own. He promised himself he
would never let control slip. However, since their first kiss, which he
vowed to let slide, didn't. Only control slid, he shook his head, had
he lost it completely?
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Usagi began to wander back to the entrance where Mamoru was sitting.
Mamoru, what was she going to do about him? One kiss, was alright, rule
is, you can let one insane kiss slide. But the it was two, two kisses,
now THREE, what do you do with that? Sighing immensely Usagi decided,
that, in fact all three kisses were....were.....CONSEQUENCE! She
couldn't do anything about it, after he did initiated all three kisses,
so what was her worry...Usagi laughed hard, it wasn't like she was
falling for him...

Usagi laughed even harder as she reached a bewildered Mamoru and sat down.

Falling for a psychopathic, insane, strangely sweet, handsome guy...

Now isn't that hilarious?!

Usagi cracked up some more, as Mamoru looked on worried...

"Usagi-san?" He questioned with his blue eyes.

Usagi faced him and looked carefully into his beautiful ocean blue
eyes. Usagi's laughter faded, still starring. Suddenly she scream out
rather loudly,
"SH*T"

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MWHAHAHAHA...well well well?!?!