A tall, immaculately dressed couple entered the small Italian
restaurant. The handsome man wore an expensive tailored suit, and the
beautiful woman on his arm was gowned in a spectacular silk aquamarine
dress, which complemented her eyes perfectly.
She sat down delicately, placing her hands on her lap. The man sat across from her, and crossing his slim, long legs, examined the restaurant.
A young waitress scuttled past, breathing in deeply. Wow, what a gorgeous guy, she giggled. Suddenly he her caught her eye, and winked seductively. She blushed profoundly, regretting that she couldn't serve the elegant couple.
"Haruka, stop it. You're already flirting." The lovely woman shot Haruka a reprimanding look.
"Hey Michiru, calm down. I'm just having some fun." Her companion protested.
Michiru rolled her eyes, exasperated.
"That's what you always say, Haruka. But I don't appreciate you flirting with the first pretty girl you see. Also, you always give them a false impression. I'm sure they would not look at you quite so adoringly if they knew your true sex." She answered haughtily, sitting back in her seat.
Haruka, seeing that Michiru was slightly angry, stopped being cocky.
"Sorry Michi, just a bad habit." She winked at the aqua haired beauty. Michiru covered her mouth with her hand, laughing softly.
"You're such a charmer."
Their little conversation was cut short when a tall woman approached their table. She was very pretty, could even be referred to as beautiful. Her long, glossy red hair shone under the candlelight, and her green eyes sparkled mischeviously.
"Welcome to our restaurant. May I be of service to you this evening?" She asked lightly, shooting secretive smiles at Haruka. Haruka was about to respond with one of equal brightness, when she caught Michiru's eye.
She cleared her throat, and ordered.
"I would like some spaghetti bolognaise with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top, and a glass of red wine." She answered politely.
"I would request the same, thank you, but without the red wine. I'll have some water instead." Michiru smiled brilliantly, and the waitress nodded, disappearing into the kitchen to collect their order.
Suddenly Michiru felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, but aren't you Michiru Kaiou?" A distinguished, middle aged man asked her pleasantly.
"Why, yes I am, Sir. And who may I ask is enquiring?" She answered courteously, her exquisite manners charming and sophisticated.
"Mr. Alabaster. You may not recognize me, but I sure remember you. You are that young beauty who played at the National Concert last Friday, am I correct? I have never heard such outstanding music in all my life, and I have lived many a year." He added warmly.
Michiru blushed delicately, and graciously received the complement.
"Thank you very much, Sir. It is an honour to hear you speak so highly of me. But I cannot solely take credit for such high praise. My partner, Haruka Tenou, was the pianist who accompanied me." Michiru glanced across the table at her now embarrassed partner.
"Oh, of course! I am very sorry for being so rude. You must forgive me. You played simply marvellously, young man. It is just that while you were sitting behind that grand piano, I couldn't see your face, therefore, I couldn't recognise you." The man smiled sheepishly, extending an apologetic hand toward Haruka.
"It's fine, Sir. No need to apologize. Thank you very much." Haruka shook his hand. Mr. Alabaster nodded appreciatively, thanked them for their time, and turned back to his meal.
"What a lovely man." Michiru commented.
Haruka nodded, glancing at her watch. It was now close to ten minutes since they had ordered their food, and Haruka was getting hungry. She had had a long day at the track today, racing without end for about four hours. She needed to perfect her skills by next Saturday, when the Tokyo Racing Tournament would be held.
Suddenly she was interrupted out of her thoughts by a loud squeal.
"Of course I will Mamo- chan!"
Haruka and Michiru turned around, just in time to see a tall, black haired man kiss a diminutive blonde with adorable meatballs.
"Usagi." They breathed, wondering what was going on. Haruka stood up, and walked over to the happy couple. She tapped Usagi gently on the shoulder.
"What's up, Usagi?" She asked curiously.
Usagi turned around, and upon seeing Haruka, jumped into her arms.
"Oh, Haruka- san, the most wonderful thing had just happened. Mamo- chan and I are getting married!" She jumped up and down, unable to contain her joy.
Haruka grinned, and hugged Usagi back.
"That's great, Moon face. Congratulations, Mamoru." She nodded at him respectfully, and shook his hand.
"What's all this fuss about?" Michiru asked, joining the group.
"Michiru- san! How great to see you! Mamo- chan just proposed to me!" Usagi squealed, lunging at the calm and elegant Michiru, hugging her tightly.
Michiru laughed delightedly, and patted Usagi's back.
"That's wonderful, Usagi. Great choice, Mamoru." She congratulated the two lovers sincerely.
"You know, you two are the first to know about this. But don't tell anyone, I want it to be a surprise." Usagi bubbled excitedly, putting a finger to her lips in order to demonstrate how they should behave.
"Don't worry; your secret is safe with us." Haruka laughed.
Mamoru looked at the two women, and said apologetically.
"I'm sorry, but we have to leave now. I've planned other surprises for Usako tonight." He blushed lightly, taking Usagi's hand.
Haruka winked, but thought twice about wolf whistling after receiving a 'don't you dare' glare from Michiru.
Instead she opted for a simple good bye, and a wave.
"Have fun." Michiru told them, and then, taking Haruka's arm, walked back to their table.
They had been gone a while, so they hadn't noticed their steaming bowls of spaghetti placed tastefully on the expensive tablecloth.
Haruka dug in immediately, while Michiru took her time, gracefully winding the spaghetti on the fork provided. After a while, Haruka finally spoke up.
"You know, I'm really glad they're finally getting married. Although Usagi is a bit rash and irresponsible, she'll make a great wife."
Michiru nodded her agreement.
They discussed Mamoru and Usagi a while longer, then moved onto the sole subject of marriage.
"Do you think we could do it one day?" Michiru asked intently, staring into Haruka's deep, dark blue eyes.
Haruka blushed.
"I don't know, Michiru. We'd really have to think about all the possibilities. At the moment, I'm pretty content with how we are now. Aren't you?" She asked intensely.
"Of course I am, Haruka. I was just wondering about the future."
"Well, enough about that. I'm getting bored with this place. Let's go home." Haruka stood up abruptly, slapping a couple of hundred dollar bills onto the table.
She took Michiru's arm, and they exited the restaurant stylishly, turning many heads in their direction.
Once outside, Haruka placed a finger under Michiru's chin, and lifted her face up.
"Actually, now that I think about, tying the knot with you wouldn't be all that bad.." She kissed Michiru softly on the lips.
They parted, walked over to their expensive car, all the while Haruka whispering promises that made the stately Michiru giggle like a school girl once more.
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Mamoru parked the car in front of Usagi's house way past her curfew. They sat quietly, glancing at each other occasionally, shooting each other little tender smiles.
"Did you enjoy tonight, Usako?" Mamoru asked after a while, his voice hoarse with raw emotion.
She lifted her face towards his, her eyes sparkling with love.
"It was beautiful." She answered softly. He bent his head, gave her a sweet kiss, then stepped out of the car.
He opened her door, and offered her a hand.
Usagi took it gracefully, careful not to fall down and ruin this magical moment.
They walked over to her door, the warm night engulfing them in a dark, protective blanket, sealing their love forever as one.
Suddenly, the harsh porch light turned on, startling them.
Mamoru laughed softly as Usagi jumped, then took her into his arms again.
"I love you, Usako."
She sat down delicately, placing her hands on her lap. The man sat across from her, and crossing his slim, long legs, examined the restaurant.
A young waitress scuttled past, breathing in deeply. Wow, what a gorgeous guy, she giggled. Suddenly he her caught her eye, and winked seductively. She blushed profoundly, regretting that she couldn't serve the elegant couple.
"Haruka, stop it. You're already flirting." The lovely woman shot Haruka a reprimanding look.
"Hey Michiru, calm down. I'm just having some fun." Her companion protested.
Michiru rolled her eyes, exasperated.
"That's what you always say, Haruka. But I don't appreciate you flirting with the first pretty girl you see. Also, you always give them a false impression. I'm sure they would not look at you quite so adoringly if they knew your true sex." She answered haughtily, sitting back in her seat.
Haruka, seeing that Michiru was slightly angry, stopped being cocky.
"Sorry Michi, just a bad habit." She winked at the aqua haired beauty. Michiru covered her mouth with her hand, laughing softly.
"You're such a charmer."
Their little conversation was cut short when a tall woman approached their table. She was very pretty, could even be referred to as beautiful. Her long, glossy red hair shone under the candlelight, and her green eyes sparkled mischeviously.
"Welcome to our restaurant. May I be of service to you this evening?" She asked lightly, shooting secretive smiles at Haruka. Haruka was about to respond with one of equal brightness, when she caught Michiru's eye.
She cleared her throat, and ordered.
"I would like some spaghetti bolognaise with parmesan cheese sprinkled on top, and a glass of red wine." She answered politely.
"I would request the same, thank you, but without the red wine. I'll have some water instead." Michiru smiled brilliantly, and the waitress nodded, disappearing into the kitchen to collect their order.
Suddenly Michiru felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, but aren't you Michiru Kaiou?" A distinguished, middle aged man asked her pleasantly.
"Why, yes I am, Sir. And who may I ask is enquiring?" She answered courteously, her exquisite manners charming and sophisticated.
"Mr. Alabaster. You may not recognize me, but I sure remember you. You are that young beauty who played at the National Concert last Friday, am I correct? I have never heard such outstanding music in all my life, and I have lived many a year." He added warmly.
Michiru blushed delicately, and graciously received the complement.
"Thank you very much, Sir. It is an honour to hear you speak so highly of me. But I cannot solely take credit for such high praise. My partner, Haruka Tenou, was the pianist who accompanied me." Michiru glanced across the table at her now embarrassed partner.
"Oh, of course! I am very sorry for being so rude. You must forgive me. You played simply marvellously, young man. It is just that while you were sitting behind that grand piano, I couldn't see your face, therefore, I couldn't recognise you." The man smiled sheepishly, extending an apologetic hand toward Haruka.
"It's fine, Sir. No need to apologize. Thank you very much." Haruka shook his hand. Mr. Alabaster nodded appreciatively, thanked them for their time, and turned back to his meal.
"What a lovely man." Michiru commented.
Haruka nodded, glancing at her watch. It was now close to ten minutes since they had ordered their food, and Haruka was getting hungry. She had had a long day at the track today, racing without end for about four hours. She needed to perfect her skills by next Saturday, when the Tokyo Racing Tournament would be held.
Suddenly she was interrupted out of her thoughts by a loud squeal.
"Of course I will Mamo- chan!"
Haruka and Michiru turned around, just in time to see a tall, black haired man kiss a diminutive blonde with adorable meatballs.
"Usagi." They breathed, wondering what was going on. Haruka stood up, and walked over to the happy couple. She tapped Usagi gently on the shoulder.
"What's up, Usagi?" She asked curiously.
Usagi turned around, and upon seeing Haruka, jumped into her arms.
"Oh, Haruka- san, the most wonderful thing had just happened. Mamo- chan and I are getting married!" She jumped up and down, unable to contain her joy.
Haruka grinned, and hugged Usagi back.
"That's great, Moon face. Congratulations, Mamoru." She nodded at him respectfully, and shook his hand.
"What's all this fuss about?" Michiru asked, joining the group.
"Michiru- san! How great to see you! Mamo- chan just proposed to me!" Usagi squealed, lunging at the calm and elegant Michiru, hugging her tightly.
Michiru laughed delightedly, and patted Usagi's back.
"That's wonderful, Usagi. Great choice, Mamoru." She congratulated the two lovers sincerely.
"You know, you two are the first to know about this. But don't tell anyone, I want it to be a surprise." Usagi bubbled excitedly, putting a finger to her lips in order to demonstrate how they should behave.
"Don't worry; your secret is safe with us." Haruka laughed.
Mamoru looked at the two women, and said apologetically.
"I'm sorry, but we have to leave now. I've planned other surprises for Usako tonight." He blushed lightly, taking Usagi's hand.
Haruka winked, but thought twice about wolf whistling after receiving a 'don't you dare' glare from Michiru.
Instead she opted for a simple good bye, and a wave.
"Have fun." Michiru told them, and then, taking Haruka's arm, walked back to their table.
They had been gone a while, so they hadn't noticed their steaming bowls of spaghetti placed tastefully on the expensive tablecloth.
Haruka dug in immediately, while Michiru took her time, gracefully winding the spaghetti on the fork provided. After a while, Haruka finally spoke up.
"You know, I'm really glad they're finally getting married. Although Usagi is a bit rash and irresponsible, she'll make a great wife."
Michiru nodded her agreement.
They discussed Mamoru and Usagi a while longer, then moved onto the sole subject of marriage.
"Do you think we could do it one day?" Michiru asked intently, staring into Haruka's deep, dark blue eyes.
Haruka blushed.
"I don't know, Michiru. We'd really have to think about all the possibilities. At the moment, I'm pretty content with how we are now. Aren't you?" She asked intensely.
"Of course I am, Haruka. I was just wondering about the future."
"Well, enough about that. I'm getting bored with this place. Let's go home." Haruka stood up abruptly, slapping a couple of hundred dollar bills onto the table.
She took Michiru's arm, and they exited the restaurant stylishly, turning many heads in their direction.
Once outside, Haruka placed a finger under Michiru's chin, and lifted her face up.
"Actually, now that I think about, tying the knot with you wouldn't be all that bad.." She kissed Michiru softly on the lips.
They parted, walked over to their expensive car, all the while Haruka whispering promises that made the stately Michiru giggle like a school girl once more.
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Mamoru parked the car in front of Usagi's house way past her curfew. They sat quietly, glancing at each other occasionally, shooting each other little tender smiles.
"Did you enjoy tonight, Usako?" Mamoru asked after a while, his voice hoarse with raw emotion.
She lifted her face towards his, her eyes sparkling with love.
"It was beautiful." She answered softly. He bent his head, gave her a sweet kiss, then stepped out of the car.
He opened her door, and offered her a hand.
Usagi took it gracefully, careful not to fall down and ruin this magical moment.
They walked over to her door, the warm night engulfing them in a dark, protective blanket, sealing their love forever as one.
Suddenly, the harsh porch light turned on, startling them.
Mamoru laughed softly as Usagi jumped, then took her into his arms again.
"I love you, Usako."