Title: Rekindled Passions
Chapter Three
Author: Kiss This
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine. All bow down to Naoko Takeuchi!
Summary: AU. Even after Usagi left her two years ago Haruka is still passionately in love with her. Will their relationship be rekindled when Usagi returns to Tokyo as a famous model?
A/N: Listening to Comedy Central while I'm writing this so hopefully this chapter will be more cheerful.
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"Usa-chan! Wake-up!"
The blonde mumbled something incoherent and rolled over and away from the persistent voice. The interrupter of her sleep started to shake her and when Usagi tried to burrow deeper beneath her covers nimble hands grabbed her beneath her shoulders and hoisted her out of bed.
Blinking sleepily, Usagi let out a yawn and turned to face the owner of the voice and hands. It was Michiru. The aqua-haired woman's eyes were wide and two spots of rouge were forming on her cheeks. Usagi imagined it was because Michiru had foolishly assumed she was wearing a nightgown when in reality she was clothed in a racy, red bra with matching thong.
Luckily, Setsuna saved the moment...
She came rushing in like a bat out of hell and helped Michiru pull Usagi from the bed. Usagi stumbled clumsily and rubbed her eyes slowly.
"Come on, Usagi! I have people I want you to meet - get ready."
Grabbing random clothes out of Usagi's suitcase, the emerald-haired whirlwind shoved them at the half-conscious blonde and pushed her out the door. Usagi almost fell down the stairs, but grabbed the banister clumsily just in time.
"You'll have to use the downstairs bathroom because of the construction in yours."
Usagi groaned and pouted, "You never said anything about stairs." She whined.
"Now!" Setsuna bellowed.
Usagi gave a yelp of surprise and slid forward. Her feet collided and she was sent rolling down the large flight of stairs. She tumbled off the very last step and sprawled face-first, anime-style, at the bottom with her legs in the air; much to the amusement of the group gathered in the living room.
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She reemerged from the bathroom in a less flashy outfit than the one she had worn the day before. A white sweatshirt with a cut-off bottom and the word Neko' written across the chest in sparkly pink writing; accompanied by a decal of a sleeping kitten, only covered the top half of the lime green tank top she wore beneath it. Noting the clouds outside she had forgone her earlier idea of shorts and now wore dark denim flares.
She had started to dig around the drawers for a hairdryer when Setsuna's impatient banging on her door told her to skip that part of her morning routine. With deft and quick fingers she twisted her wavy hair into braids on either side of her head. With a few brushes of silver charcoal across her eyelids and a swipe of strawberry lip-gloss she opened the bathroom door.
Usagi was instantly yanked out the door and into the living room. Bewildered, the blonde looked around for her "attacker", but her suspect, Setsuna was placidly sipping a tall Styrofoam cup; most likely filled with her favorite brand of green tea. Maybe a bit too placidly...
The women around her that she didn't know and could only assume to be Setsuna's friends, started to laugh at her expression. The smile that rose on her face was genuine when Usagi heard a low chuckle.
Haruka!
The word died on her lips when she whirled around to face a man. He stuck out like a sore thumb among the horde of women, especially with his crisp white shirt and suit - providing a drastic contrast to the casual-wear modeled by the females of the group.
There was no mistaking his intent in the way his navy eyes swept up and down her body. He flashed her a charming smile that he must counted on to make girls melt. She only raised an eyebrow when he brought the back of her palm to his lips.
"Chiba Mamoru, owner of Mitsubishi international. Charmed."
Usagi resisted the urge to roll her eyes and smiled a broad Cheshire Cat-like smiled, "Tsukino Usagi, famous model based in London. Gay."
Setsuna snorted into her cup.
Mamoru's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened while the rest of the room, minus Usagi, Setsuna, and Michiru, were in total shock. Then a vivacious looking blonde perched on the armchair of the paten leather couch burst into fits of giggles.
"Poor Mamo-chan," She snickered, "She shot you down..."
Usagi barely had time to look at the owner of that insulting comment before Setsuna practically shoved the entire group out the door.
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OMFG!? DOES THAT EVEN MAKE ONE PAGE?!
Mucho short I know, but it's like what.10:05? And I have soccer right in the morning and I really wanted to get something out for you guys, in case I forgetthe horror - I know.
R & R
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