Title: Heaven, Hell, and Somewhere in Between
Authors: Stara and Nataku
Rating: R (Is rated thus because of "dirty" words, juicy sex scenes, and dialogue that everyone loves reading! So, all you little kids who read this that aren't allowed to...let the corruption begin.)
Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality/Comedy/Drama -----*authors couldn't make up their minds*
***NOTE: It has just been wrongly stated that the authors have minds. Please take this into account while reading, thank you.
Disclaimer: We do not own the wonderful Anime and Manga Sailor Moon, the very talented Naoko Takeuchi does. We're just people who take the story she wrote and twist it for our own sick purposes. ^_____^
Author Notes: Oh yes, you're favorite part of the fanfic, the author notes!
1. Okay, firstly we'd like to address the word "fag" used several times within our chapters. We do NOT use this word...it's not a very nice word, but Mamoru isn't exactly a very sweet person.
2. Stara has been processing the idea of bringing the outers into the story since it was first brought up in the second or third chapter of this story. The result? The outers will be in this story, so all you people who love them rejoice!
3. We'd like to say that soon the story will actually start working with the plot more. The first have of this story was setting up for the plot and introducing you to the characters. From this point on the story is going to start getting a bit more confusing and working towards the end result. :)
4. We've actually had this done for over a month, but Nataku has been lazy about sending Stara the chats (We write these in AIM) so that Stara can put the chapters together. *sighs*
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Chapter 9- Hot Date, Cold Feet (Part C)
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Usagi went quiet again as they pulled up to the restaraunt before she squealed out in delight. It was beautiful. The building had been made out of what appeared to be a white marble, and it was surrounded by fountains and gardens. There was a pool in front of it where the reflection of the moon shone brilliantly. "It's so gorgeous."
"Yep," he agreed. "Perhaps there's more to getting past the backseat, eh?" His eyes scanned the parking lot, looking for a spot. He saw the valets making their way towards his car, but he quickly sped forward. "Oh no," he muttered under his breath. "NO ONE touches my baby."
She laughed aloud at that and waved innocently to the rather confused looking valet. She waited for Mamoru to open the car door for her before stepping out and stretching. "You do have an amazing car. It perhaps is the only kind of car I wouldn't mind seeing the backseat in." she winked at him suggestively before tightening her coat around her and beginning to sashay up to the restaraunt.
He raised both eyebrows and grinned at a valet, who gave him a thumbs up sign, and followed her, immitating her gait, pace for pace. "And now we enter the house of tight-asses," he chuckled as he passed a few stylishly dressed and obviously wealthy people entering the restaurant.
"Did you hear that guy? He just called us tight-asses! My ass is very nice, thank you very much," a frighteningly familiar female voice reached their ears.
The blonde who had spoken was wearing a rather revealing silver dress that showed almost all of her back. She looked almost exactly like Usagi except that her hair was a few shades lighter and so were her eyes. They could have been twins. "Be careful who you're talking to bastard."
Usagi couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. The girl looked oddly familiar though, but she couldn't put her finger on it for some reason. She shrugged. Maybe she'd seen her at a show or something.
Mamoru turned his head and glanced back at the pair. The blonde was shooting him "you're-an-ass" glares, while her companion was shaking his head and trying to avoid the stares of those around him. Mamoru sized him up quickly- he was gay, he had to be. So what was he- "Oh my God," he muttered, eyes widening a bit before he burst out laughing. "Kunzite, you don't do girls, what are you doing here?"
"So you KNOW this pervert Kunzite?!" she shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. "I should have known you would assosciate with people like this...this.." She made a face. "And you said MY friends were bad influences on me."
Usagi turned and looked at Mamoru confused, standing next to the girl who was almost identical to her. You could really see the similarities with them standing up next to eachother. Usagi somehow projected an innocent air while this other girl seemed to scream experience, both were incredibly tempting and sexy though. "What's going on Mamoru?"
"Minako, Rei was the one who told you to climb that water tower in the middle of the night, remember? And I was the one who told you NOT to do it, but who did you listen to? You're friends ARE bad influences!"
Rei? Minako? Usagi's mind started reeling as realization slowly yet surely started to dawn on her.
"Well, at least my friends didn't change my sexual preference." she glared, knowing it was a low comment, but not caring at the moment.
Kunzite gasped. "AINO MINAKO! You are so dead!" He sniffed. "I told you I was gay before I even dated you!" He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"And just how does calling all of these snobs here tight-asses make me a pervert?" Mamoru demanded.
"Yeah, I'm sure. And you didn't happen to find out until AFTER you dated me." She rolled her eyes and turned to face Mamoru. "I'm sorry, I misinterpreted what you said." She stopped, looking at him for the first time and smiled. He screamed good looks and money. And sex appeal. Oh yes, can't forget that. "My name's Aino Minako. What's yours?"
Usagi glared, finally placing who the girl was and wondering what the hell she was doing on earth. Rei and Minako now, both of them were here. What had Lucifer sent them to spy on her? Her fists clenched just at the thought of it and she glared at Minako. Of course, Mamoru thought that she was glaring at Minako out of jealousy. This was a nice ego booster for him.
"Mamoru Chiba. And this is my date- no sorry, this is my companion for the evening, Usagi." His eyes danced as he watched both girls and the poor Kunzite who was trying to figure out the validity of Minako's last statement. He contemplated going over to talk to his friend, but found that the attention he was recieving from both women outweighed that.
Minako blinked. Usagi? How had she missed that?! Oh well, she could keep an eye on the girl now. Killing two birds with one stone? Yes! Suddenly she felt arms encircle her waist and she nearly screached as someone kissed her exposed shoulder.
"Are you okay Minako?" (Jack from Will and Grace now referred to as Jack), asked her curiously. "You're so jumpy."
"Oh. Jack. You scared me that's all." she said relieved, turning to face him. She'd almost forgotten WHY she had come to the restaraunt in the first place.
"Actually, it's Shawn. I just play Jack on t.v."
"Yeah, whatever Jack."
He sweatdropped. Well, he wasn't exactly dating her for her brain now was he?
Usagi rose an eyebrow at the group, determined not to let them ruin her date..er...business meeting. "Can we go inside now Mamoru? I'm getting kind of hungry..."
Mamoru quickly flashed a smile at the group before turning to Usagi. "My thoughts exactly," he said, taking her arm and tipping his head at the maitre d, who folded his arms and gave him a look that said "you aren't getting in here."
Usagi turned to the maitre d and flashed him her best 'man melter' smile. "Good evening sir. We're here under the reservation 'Chiba'."
The man glanced down at his cliboard, then back at Mamoru, then back at the clipboard again before finally at Mamoru once again. He shook his head. "S-sorry for the confusion, folks. Please step right this way." He ushered them inside the hotel, leaving behind a fuming Minako, a bemused Shawn, and a gruff Kunzite between the two.
Usagi nearly jumped up and down when they were brought over to the VIP section of the restaraunt. It was out in one of the courtyards, the only table there, and it was surrounded by blossoming rose bushes in all different colors. Chinese lanters hung around the courtyard and two candles stood on the table giving off a soft glow. "It's so beautiful!" she sat down across from Mamoru and immediatly picked up, her head swiming as she saw the prices of the items on it. Wow. Even she, a rich fashion designer, couldn't afford THIS!
"You're easy to please," he laughed, watching her amazment as she took in their settings. "Especially considering YOU made the reservations." One of the candles in the center of the table had blown out in the slight breeze in the garden, and Mamoru took out his lighter and relit it. "There," he said, half smiling at his need for perfection. But this all seemed so perfect now...
She had forgotten herself momentarily, he was supposed to be the enemy...but this was so..so..something. He was just acting perfect. There was no way that he was the same man she had been insulting in the parking lot of CIA the day before. Was it? "I've been having the oddest dreams lately." she commented, waiting to see his reaction.
"Two things'll do that to ya...ice cream and wild sex," he said slyly.
"Hmm, then maybe it's a combination of both. I have been eating a lot of ice cream lately, and sex, well, I'm never lacking in partners."
"Touchée," he said, nodding his head. "So tell me about these dreams..."
She had been looking for some kind of indication that he had been having dreams as well. "Hmm..let's see. I'm in someone's apartment that I don't recognize and a guy, whose face is hidden in shadow, is kissing me. You know, that type of dream." She smiled. There weren't any shadows in the dream, she knew exactly who the guy was.
"Oooh...so does it get all hot and heavy?" he asked, leaning over the table earnestly. "This is fun, I feel like a gossiping teenage girl right now." He laughed, then cleared his throat. "E-except for the being a girl part."
She laughed. "Unfortunatly no. I always tend to wake up just as my hands slip beneath his shirt..." she trailed off before raising an eyebrow at him. "What about you? Any interesting dreams?"
"Ah...I dream about girls," he said carefully, but leaving a hint of something untold in his voice. "Well, just this one, actually. But my cursed alarm clock's soul mission in life is to prevent me from getting some in my dreams." He smiled, wondering at how easy it was to just spill all of this personal information forward, like it was nothing.
"Does this girl have a name?"
"Only if Mystery Shadow Man has one."
"You have me there." She smiled good naturedly, and took the cherry out of her drink, plopping it into her mouth and chewing excitedly. She then popped the cherry stem into her mouth before pulling it out, showing that it was knotted in the center. "Isn't that cool? Naru taught me."
Deciding to be immature for the moment, Mamoru picked up a sugar packet and dumped it into his water, stirring it with his straw and licking the end of the straw. "Now I know what that girl meant when she put "oral skills" on her resumé."
Usagi almost chocked at that one, blushing furiously. "You're talking about my best friend here!" She couldn't help but laugh though, it had been rather funny, though at her friend's expense. "Ugh, these tables are too long..I feel so far away from you." She stook up and dragged her chair over so that she was sitting next to him instead of across from him. Her leg brushed his briefly as she got situated. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not any more than I minded that whole cherry trick. You know, I- "
"Excuse me, sir, ma'am, may I take your orders?"
Mamoru glanced at Usagi, motioning for her to order.
"Umm..Mamoru...everything here is like..over fifty bucks a plate..."
"That's cool, I was hoping we could just live off of sugar packets and cherries anyways." He winked.
The server cleared his throat. "That would not be advisable, sir."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow at Usagi, in an attemp to keep from laughing, and glanced down at his menu.
"We'll split the spaghetti and vegtable plate," he said to the server, who nodded and walked off to attend to another customer. "I hope that's okay," he said, but in reality, he didn't really. She told him to order for her, so he did.
"Yes, that sounds perfect." She picked up her glass and took a long sip of the wine. Knowing how bad she was at taking alcohol, she tried to take it slow, but it tasted soooo good.
He laughed out loud. "You know," he tapped the bottle of wine at their table, "there's more where that came from. Don't choke." He shrugged. "Ah hell, you only live once, eh?" He took a sip of his wine as well, almost choking himself after reflecting on his last words.
"I can't help it. It's soooo good." she licked her lips, closing her eyes and savoring the taste. "I haven't had wine in a long time."
"Is that a good or a bad thing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure, I can't quite remember it's been so long." She set her glass down as the food was put in front of them. Picking up her fork, she grabbed a meatball and ate it carefully, making sure not to get any sauce on her dress or coat. She watched him carefully as she ate, still attempting to figure him out. He made her head spin, or maybe that was the wine. "Hungry?"
He blinked and shook his head, not realizing that he'd been staring at her, and a faint blush tinted his cheeks. "Uh..yeah," he said, picking up his fork and twirling it absently around a piece of spaghetti.
Usagi looked at him curiously as the blush stained his cheek and took another sip of her wine, only to find the glass was empty. Pouting, she set down the empty glass and dejectedly twirled some spaghetti around her fork.
"So who was that girl outside the restaurant?" Mamoru asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled upon the table. He poured another glass of wine for himself, but gave her a look, wondering if he should pour her another glass or not...
She pushed her glass over to him, silently pleading for a refill. "Just some girl I used to know. Why? Attracted to her? She'd probably love to find her way into your backseat." She gasped, the wine was making her pretty blunt and open about what she said. Something that didn't go unnoticed by her adversary. Oh, if she just got a little drunker he could ask any question he damn well pleased, even about that mystery man...
He slowly poured a bit more wine into her glass, but cautiously watched her out of the corner of his eye, determined not to give her too much. She was reacting to the stuff like a drug. Normally, this was the part of the date where he took her home and...well, the rest could be left to imagination. But for some reason, he didn't quite want to leave just yet. The thought of sex was in the back of his mind, he wanted to know more about this woman... "No, I just thought it was vaguely funny. That guy with her was obviously gay, and that guy that started making out with her plays a fag on tv. Perhaps there's more than meets the eye..."
"To Minako? Pft." she snorted, not liking the way the coversation was going. For some odd reason she was getting jealous, it bugged her, but the fact that he was talking about Minako bugged her more.
He stared at her for a second, then got a devilish idea. "She may not be one for brains, but she's definitly hot. Must say that..."
"Yes, I guess some people might say so...if you're into that kind of thing." She dipped her finger into her glass and twirled it absently before bringing it to her lips.
"I wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with that girl..." He watched her lips intently as she lightly sucked her wine-doused finger.
"I'm sure she would fufill your sexual fantasies Mamoru. That girl would do anything for some money."
He whistled. "So the green eyed monster strikes! Eh?" he asked, hoping for some sort of reaction.
"Green eyed mon..why you!" She smacked his arm and locked her eyes with him, glaring at him angrily. "As if I would be jealous that you find her attractive. Scum deserves scum."
"Yes, now, you would say that, wouldn't you? And I hope you don't mind- well, actually I really don't care if you mind or not, but perhaps I may take her up on that. She almost sounds like my type..."
Her stare turned into complete ice before she stood up, throwing her napkin onto the table. "Thank you for dinner Mamoru." she said coldly, making her way passed his chair on her way to exit the courtyard.
Shit. Okay, he had crossed the line. He recapped their last few words again in his mind. Crossed the line? He'd just acted like a total bastard! Ah...okay, there wasn't really a word for that. But that was beside the point! He always acted like that...didn't he? Somehow that bothered him. And somehow he found himself going after her.
"U-usagi! Usagi wait!" he called, feeling like a huge prick. Right then, he wouldn't have blamed her if she didn't turn around. And she didn't. Okay, plan B. He dashed past the entrance to the courtyard, not hearing the waiter shout at him to come back and pay the bill. Finally, he caught up with her. "Usagi, will you turn around? Please?"
She considered it. She wasn't sure why though, maybe it was because she had drank a bit too much alcohol, but she found herself slowly nodding in agreement and turning back towards the courtyard. "I'll stay, but you better behave Mamoru." Hmm...maybe it was because he was so damn sexy and had actually pleaded for her to come back. Maybe.
He sighed in relief. "T-thanks. I eh..." he scratched the back of his head. "I don't think I would- I mean, y- well..." Suddenly, someone put a hand on his shoulder and he gulped. "Uh oh..."
"Sir, if you wouldn't mind, would you please return to your seat or pay the bill and leave?"
Mamoru turned around and flashed a cheeky grin. "Soo sorry about the mix-up, sir. We're staying." Yes. She hadn't left.
Usagi followed him back to the courtyard and sat down again, picking up her wine glass and downing the rest of its content in one gulp. She had needed that. Turning back towards him she smiled, realizing once more what an incredibly sexy man he was. Her eyes travelled over him hungrily, the lack of sex once more taking toll, and she allowed her mind to wander down paths that she new were unsafe at the moment. She didn't care. They were fun paths to take.
"Usagi? You look like you're about to jump across that table and eat me. Which normally I wouldn't mind-" he stopped, remembering he had promised to behave himself. The servor approached them.
"Would you like another bottle of wine?"
Mamoru spotted Usagi nodding vigorously out of the corner of his eye, and he reached out and grabbed the bottle before she could lay hands on it. "No thanks, we're good for now." She shot him a dirty look. "You know, alcohol clouds your reasoning and judgement," he started.
"Which is exactly why I love to drink it. Who needs reasoning and judgment? They only get in the way and prevent a person from having any real fun." She locked eyes with him as she said this before averting her attention to the veggie platter and grabbing a celery stick, nibbling on it thoughtfully.
He laughed aloud at this. "I never thought I'd hear you actually WANT to become disoriented. You strike me as the person who likes to be in control, in charge, never backing down. I like that in a woman. Most of the girls around here...psh." He waved his hand. "Oh, Mr. Chiba!" he mimicked in a high voice that strangely resembled that of a hyena.
She laughed. "I do like to be in control, and I always am. I don't loose any of that when I become drunk, maybe a few morals, but not any of my backbone." She paused for a minute, her mouth becoming extremely dry and her glass now being empty. "Since you won't give me anymore wine, what am I supposed to drink? I'm dying of thirst. Can't I have just one more glass?" She smiled innocently, giving him a pleading look.
"You continue drinking that wine and nothing else, and you'll be puking your guts out tomorrow morning." He signaled for a waiter to bring them a few glasses of water, taking what she'd just said about her morals. Interesting prospect...but she was drunk. It wouldn't be right...would it? Well, she HAD said she still had her good judgement...
"Water?" She made a face and crossed her legs, momentarily forgetting about the slit and how she was supposed to watch it carefully. It almost slid to the point where her 'disappearing underwear' secret would be revealed, but now quite. Still, it left almost all of her leg exposed, and coincidentily, it happened to be the leg closest to Mamoru.
He winced silently, gnawing on the back of his hand and stealing glances under the table. The dispute between his conscience and his hormones picked up the pace considerably. "Y-yes, water. Water's good..." he breathed and quickly picked up his glass of ice water and downed it in two seconds.
"You seem jittery all of a sudden Mamoru, nervous?" She flashed him a smile, scooting up even closer to him. "I really don't know what you're nervous about, this restaraunt has a great reputation, I'm sure you won't get food poisoning." she rambled on, trying to make it seem as if she wasn't meaning to run her foot up and down his pants leg, in an attempt to confuse him.
He froze and his eyes widened. "Oh, believe me, it's not the food I'm worried about...c-hairs, ice water, uh...math...the woodworking channel..." he babbled, trying to think of something boring and definitly NOT sexy to keep himself in check. "Usagi, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything." It was as if a halo appeared over her head, she looked that incredibly innocent. Of course, what she was doing under the table couldn't be labeled the same thing. In fact, it was the exact opposite of innocent. Her foot continued to slowly run up and down his shin, while she kept up an air of innocence, continuing her meal like nothing was happening.
Mamoru gripped the table cloth fiercly, his eyes burning with desire. Fine. Apparently she wanted something else... He could play this game.
"Oops!" He 'accidentally' flung a strang of spaghetti onto her lap, over the slit in her dress. "I'm so sorry!" He reached over and picked the strand off of her leg, his knuckles brushing her thigh. He sucked in a deep breath. All of a sudden, he noticed just how tight her dress was around her waist and that there seemed to be no crease marks, no nothing.
Was she- no...no way. Usagi Tsukino wouldn't....she woulnd't be wearing a dress without PANTIES, now would she?
She blinked, and watched as the piece of spaghetti fell onto her lap before he gingerly plucked it off. Of course, the feel of his bare skin again hers, plus the alcohol, was enough to drive her over the edge. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she sucked in her breath, gasping slightly at the tingles that went down her spine. When she opened her eyes again, she didn't even bother to hide the look of desire that filled them. Why bother? He knew that she wanted him.
"Are you still hungry?" he asked huskily.
"Starving." She stood up and threw her napkin onto the table again, grabbing her envelope purse and her new jacket.
"Check please."
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End Part C
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Authors: Stara and Nataku
Rating: R (Is rated thus because of "dirty" words, juicy sex scenes, and dialogue that everyone loves reading! So, all you little kids who read this that aren't allowed to...let the corruption begin.)
Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality/Comedy/Drama -----*authors couldn't make up their minds*
***NOTE: It has just been wrongly stated that the authors have minds. Please take this into account while reading, thank you.
Disclaimer: We do not own the wonderful Anime and Manga Sailor Moon, the very talented Naoko Takeuchi does. We're just people who take the story she wrote and twist it for our own sick purposes. ^_____^
Author Notes: Oh yes, you're favorite part of the fanfic, the author notes!
1. Okay, firstly we'd like to address the word "fag" used several times within our chapters. We do NOT use this word...it's not a very nice word, but Mamoru isn't exactly a very sweet person.
2. Stara has been processing the idea of bringing the outers into the story since it was first brought up in the second or third chapter of this story. The result? The outers will be in this story, so all you people who love them rejoice!
3. We'd like to say that soon the story will actually start working with the plot more. The first have of this story was setting up for the plot and introducing you to the characters. From this point on the story is going to start getting a bit more confusing and working towards the end result. :)
4. We've actually had this done for over a month, but Nataku has been lazy about sending Stara the chats (We write these in AIM) so that Stara can put the chapters together. *sighs*
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Chapter 9- Hot Date, Cold Feet (Part C)
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Usagi went quiet again as they pulled up to the restaraunt before she squealed out in delight. It was beautiful. The building had been made out of what appeared to be a white marble, and it was surrounded by fountains and gardens. There was a pool in front of it where the reflection of the moon shone brilliantly. "It's so gorgeous."
"Yep," he agreed. "Perhaps there's more to getting past the backseat, eh?" His eyes scanned the parking lot, looking for a spot. He saw the valets making their way towards his car, but he quickly sped forward. "Oh no," he muttered under his breath. "NO ONE touches my baby."
She laughed aloud at that and waved innocently to the rather confused looking valet. She waited for Mamoru to open the car door for her before stepping out and stretching. "You do have an amazing car. It perhaps is the only kind of car I wouldn't mind seeing the backseat in." she winked at him suggestively before tightening her coat around her and beginning to sashay up to the restaraunt.
He raised both eyebrows and grinned at a valet, who gave him a thumbs up sign, and followed her, immitating her gait, pace for pace. "And now we enter the house of tight-asses," he chuckled as he passed a few stylishly dressed and obviously wealthy people entering the restaurant.
"Did you hear that guy? He just called us tight-asses! My ass is very nice, thank you very much," a frighteningly familiar female voice reached their ears.
The blonde who had spoken was wearing a rather revealing silver dress that showed almost all of her back. She looked almost exactly like Usagi except that her hair was a few shades lighter and so were her eyes. They could have been twins. "Be careful who you're talking to bastard."
Usagi couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. The girl looked oddly familiar though, but she couldn't put her finger on it for some reason. She shrugged. Maybe she'd seen her at a show or something.
Mamoru turned his head and glanced back at the pair. The blonde was shooting him "you're-an-ass" glares, while her companion was shaking his head and trying to avoid the stares of those around him. Mamoru sized him up quickly- he was gay, he had to be. So what was he- "Oh my God," he muttered, eyes widening a bit before he burst out laughing. "Kunzite, you don't do girls, what are you doing here?"
"So you KNOW this pervert Kunzite?!" she shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. "I should have known you would assosciate with people like this...this.." She made a face. "And you said MY friends were bad influences on me."
Usagi turned and looked at Mamoru confused, standing next to the girl who was almost identical to her. You could really see the similarities with them standing up next to eachother. Usagi somehow projected an innocent air while this other girl seemed to scream experience, both were incredibly tempting and sexy though. "What's going on Mamoru?"
"Minako, Rei was the one who told you to climb that water tower in the middle of the night, remember? And I was the one who told you NOT to do it, but who did you listen to? You're friends ARE bad influences!"
Rei? Minako? Usagi's mind started reeling as realization slowly yet surely started to dawn on her.
"Well, at least my friends didn't change my sexual preference." she glared, knowing it was a low comment, but not caring at the moment.
Kunzite gasped. "AINO MINAKO! You are so dead!" He sniffed. "I told you I was gay before I even dated you!" He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"And just how does calling all of these snobs here tight-asses make me a pervert?" Mamoru demanded.
"Yeah, I'm sure. And you didn't happen to find out until AFTER you dated me." She rolled her eyes and turned to face Mamoru. "I'm sorry, I misinterpreted what you said." She stopped, looking at him for the first time and smiled. He screamed good looks and money. And sex appeal. Oh yes, can't forget that. "My name's Aino Minako. What's yours?"
Usagi glared, finally placing who the girl was and wondering what the hell she was doing on earth. Rei and Minako now, both of them were here. What had Lucifer sent them to spy on her? Her fists clenched just at the thought of it and she glared at Minako. Of course, Mamoru thought that she was glaring at Minako out of jealousy. This was a nice ego booster for him.
"Mamoru Chiba. And this is my date- no sorry, this is my companion for the evening, Usagi." His eyes danced as he watched both girls and the poor Kunzite who was trying to figure out the validity of Minako's last statement. He contemplated going over to talk to his friend, but found that the attention he was recieving from both women outweighed that.
Minako blinked. Usagi? How had she missed that?! Oh well, she could keep an eye on the girl now. Killing two birds with one stone? Yes! Suddenly she felt arms encircle her waist and she nearly screached as someone kissed her exposed shoulder.
"Are you okay Minako?" (Jack from Will and Grace now referred to as Jack), asked her curiously. "You're so jumpy."
"Oh. Jack. You scared me that's all." she said relieved, turning to face him. She'd almost forgotten WHY she had come to the restaraunt in the first place.
"Actually, it's Shawn. I just play Jack on t.v."
"Yeah, whatever Jack."
He sweatdropped. Well, he wasn't exactly dating her for her brain now was he?
Usagi rose an eyebrow at the group, determined not to let them ruin her date..er...business meeting. "Can we go inside now Mamoru? I'm getting kind of hungry..."
Mamoru quickly flashed a smile at the group before turning to Usagi. "My thoughts exactly," he said, taking her arm and tipping his head at the maitre d, who folded his arms and gave him a look that said "you aren't getting in here."
Usagi turned to the maitre d and flashed him her best 'man melter' smile. "Good evening sir. We're here under the reservation 'Chiba'."
The man glanced down at his cliboard, then back at Mamoru, then back at the clipboard again before finally at Mamoru once again. He shook his head. "S-sorry for the confusion, folks. Please step right this way." He ushered them inside the hotel, leaving behind a fuming Minako, a bemused Shawn, and a gruff Kunzite between the two.
Usagi nearly jumped up and down when they were brought over to the VIP section of the restaraunt. It was out in one of the courtyards, the only table there, and it was surrounded by blossoming rose bushes in all different colors. Chinese lanters hung around the courtyard and two candles stood on the table giving off a soft glow. "It's so beautiful!" she sat down across from Mamoru and immediatly picked up, her head swiming as she saw the prices of the items on it. Wow. Even she, a rich fashion designer, couldn't afford THIS!
"You're easy to please," he laughed, watching her amazment as she took in their settings. "Especially considering YOU made the reservations." One of the candles in the center of the table had blown out in the slight breeze in the garden, and Mamoru took out his lighter and relit it. "There," he said, half smiling at his need for perfection. But this all seemed so perfect now...
She had forgotten herself momentarily, he was supposed to be the enemy...but this was so..so..something. He was just acting perfect. There was no way that he was the same man she had been insulting in the parking lot of CIA the day before. Was it? "I've been having the oddest dreams lately." she commented, waiting to see his reaction.
"Two things'll do that to ya...ice cream and wild sex," he said slyly.
"Hmm, then maybe it's a combination of both. I have been eating a lot of ice cream lately, and sex, well, I'm never lacking in partners."
"Touchée," he said, nodding his head. "So tell me about these dreams..."
She had been looking for some kind of indication that he had been having dreams as well. "Hmm..let's see. I'm in someone's apartment that I don't recognize and a guy, whose face is hidden in shadow, is kissing me. You know, that type of dream." She smiled. There weren't any shadows in the dream, she knew exactly who the guy was.
"Oooh...so does it get all hot and heavy?" he asked, leaning over the table earnestly. "This is fun, I feel like a gossiping teenage girl right now." He laughed, then cleared his throat. "E-except for the being a girl part."
She laughed. "Unfortunatly no. I always tend to wake up just as my hands slip beneath his shirt..." she trailed off before raising an eyebrow at him. "What about you? Any interesting dreams?"
"Ah...I dream about girls," he said carefully, but leaving a hint of something untold in his voice. "Well, just this one, actually. But my cursed alarm clock's soul mission in life is to prevent me from getting some in my dreams." He smiled, wondering at how easy it was to just spill all of this personal information forward, like it was nothing.
"Does this girl have a name?"
"Only if Mystery Shadow Man has one."
"You have me there." She smiled good naturedly, and took the cherry out of her drink, plopping it into her mouth and chewing excitedly. She then popped the cherry stem into her mouth before pulling it out, showing that it was knotted in the center. "Isn't that cool? Naru taught me."
Deciding to be immature for the moment, Mamoru picked up a sugar packet and dumped it into his water, stirring it with his straw and licking the end of the straw. "Now I know what that girl meant when she put "oral skills" on her resumé."
Usagi almost chocked at that one, blushing furiously. "You're talking about my best friend here!" She couldn't help but laugh though, it had been rather funny, though at her friend's expense. "Ugh, these tables are too long..I feel so far away from you." She stook up and dragged her chair over so that she was sitting next to him instead of across from him. Her leg brushed his briefly as she got situated. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Not any more than I minded that whole cherry trick. You know, I- "
"Excuse me, sir, ma'am, may I take your orders?"
Mamoru glanced at Usagi, motioning for her to order.
"Umm..Mamoru...everything here is like..over fifty bucks a plate..."
"That's cool, I was hoping we could just live off of sugar packets and cherries anyways." He winked.
The server cleared his throat. "That would not be advisable, sir."
Mamoru raised an eyebrow at Usagi, in an attemp to keep from laughing, and glanced down at his menu.
"We'll split the spaghetti and vegtable plate," he said to the server, who nodded and walked off to attend to another customer. "I hope that's okay," he said, but in reality, he didn't really. She told him to order for her, so he did.
"Yes, that sounds perfect." She picked up her glass and took a long sip of the wine. Knowing how bad she was at taking alcohol, she tried to take it slow, but it tasted soooo good.
He laughed out loud. "You know," he tapped the bottle of wine at their table, "there's more where that came from. Don't choke." He shrugged. "Ah hell, you only live once, eh?" He took a sip of his wine as well, almost choking himself after reflecting on his last words.
"I can't help it. It's soooo good." she licked her lips, closing her eyes and savoring the taste. "I haven't had wine in a long time."
"Is that a good or a bad thing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure, I can't quite remember it's been so long." She set her glass down as the food was put in front of them. Picking up her fork, she grabbed a meatball and ate it carefully, making sure not to get any sauce on her dress or coat. She watched him carefully as she ate, still attempting to figure him out. He made her head spin, or maybe that was the wine. "Hungry?"
He blinked and shook his head, not realizing that he'd been staring at her, and a faint blush tinted his cheeks. "Uh..yeah," he said, picking up his fork and twirling it absently around a piece of spaghetti.
Usagi looked at him curiously as the blush stained his cheek and took another sip of her wine, only to find the glass was empty. Pouting, she set down the empty glass and dejectedly twirled some spaghetti around her fork.
"So who was that girl outside the restaurant?" Mamoru asked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had settled upon the table. He poured another glass of wine for himself, but gave her a look, wondering if he should pour her another glass or not...
She pushed her glass over to him, silently pleading for a refill. "Just some girl I used to know. Why? Attracted to her? She'd probably love to find her way into your backseat." She gasped, the wine was making her pretty blunt and open about what she said. Something that didn't go unnoticed by her adversary. Oh, if she just got a little drunker he could ask any question he damn well pleased, even about that mystery man...
He slowly poured a bit more wine into her glass, but cautiously watched her out of the corner of his eye, determined not to give her too much. She was reacting to the stuff like a drug. Normally, this was the part of the date where he took her home and...well, the rest could be left to imagination. But for some reason, he didn't quite want to leave just yet. The thought of sex was in the back of his mind, he wanted to know more about this woman... "No, I just thought it was vaguely funny. That guy with her was obviously gay, and that guy that started making out with her plays a fag on tv. Perhaps there's more than meets the eye..."
"To Minako? Pft." she snorted, not liking the way the coversation was going. For some odd reason she was getting jealous, it bugged her, but the fact that he was talking about Minako bugged her more.
He stared at her for a second, then got a devilish idea. "She may not be one for brains, but she's definitly hot. Must say that..."
"Yes, I guess some people might say so...if you're into that kind of thing." She dipped her finger into her glass and twirled it absently before bringing it to her lips.
"I wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with that girl..." He watched her lips intently as she lightly sucked her wine-doused finger.
"I'm sure she would fufill your sexual fantasies Mamoru. That girl would do anything for some money."
He whistled. "So the green eyed monster strikes! Eh?" he asked, hoping for some sort of reaction.
"Green eyed mon..why you!" She smacked his arm and locked her eyes with him, glaring at him angrily. "As if I would be jealous that you find her attractive. Scum deserves scum."
"Yes, now, you would say that, wouldn't you? And I hope you don't mind- well, actually I really don't care if you mind or not, but perhaps I may take her up on that. She almost sounds like my type..."
Her stare turned into complete ice before she stood up, throwing her napkin onto the table. "Thank you for dinner Mamoru." she said coldly, making her way passed his chair on her way to exit the courtyard.
Shit. Okay, he had crossed the line. He recapped their last few words again in his mind. Crossed the line? He'd just acted like a total bastard! Ah...okay, there wasn't really a word for that. But that was beside the point! He always acted like that...didn't he? Somehow that bothered him. And somehow he found himself going after her.
"U-usagi! Usagi wait!" he called, feeling like a huge prick. Right then, he wouldn't have blamed her if she didn't turn around. And she didn't. Okay, plan B. He dashed past the entrance to the courtyard, not hearing the waiter shout at him to come back and pay the bill. Finally, he caught up with her. "Usagi, will you turn around? Please?"
She considered it. She wasn't sure why though, maybe it was because she had drank a bit too much alcohol, but she found herself slowly nodding in agreement and turning back towards the courtyard. "I'll stay, but you better behave Mamoru." Hmm...maybe it was because he was so damn sexy and had actually pleaded for her to come back. Maybe.
He sighed in relief. "T-thanks. I eh..." he scratched the back of his head. "I don't think I would- I mean, y- well..." Suddenly, someone put a hand on his shoulder and he gulped. "Uh oh..."
"Sir, if you wouldn't mind, would you please return to your seat or pay the bill and leave?"
Mamoru turned around and flashed a cheeky grin. "Soo sorry about the mix-up, sir. We're staying." Yes. She hadn't left.
Usagi followed him back to the courtyard and sat down again, picking up her wine glass and downing the rest of its content in one gulp. She had needed that. Turning back towards him she smiled, realizing once more what an incredibly sexy man he was. Her eyes travelled over him hungrily, the lack of sex once more taking toll, and she allowed her mind to wander down paths that she new were unsafe at the moment. She didn't care. They were fun paths to take.
"Usagi? You look like you're about to jump across that table and eat me. Which normally I wouldn't mind-" he stopped, remembering he had promised to behave himself. The servor approached them.
"Would you like another bottle of wine?"
Mamoru spotted Usagi nodding vigorously out of the corner of his eye, and he reached out and grabbed the bottle before she could lay hands on it. "No thanks, we're good for now." She shot him a dirty look. "You know, alcohol clouds your reasoning and judgement," he started.
"Which is exactly why I love to drink it. Who needs reasoning and judgment? They only get in the way and prevent a person from having any real fun." She locked eyes with him as she said this before averting her attention to the veggie platter and grabbing a celery stick, nibbling on it thoughtfully.
He laughed aloud at this. "I never thought I'd hear you actually WANT to become disoriented. You strike me as the person who likes to be in control, in charge, never backing down. I like that in a woman. Most of the girls around here...psh." He waved his hand. "Oh, Mr. Chiba!" he mimicked in a high voice that strangely resembled that of a hyena.
She laughed. "I do like to be in control, and I always am. I don't loose any of that when I become drunk, maybe a few morals, but not any of my backbone." She paused for a minute, her mouth becoming extremely dry and her glass now being empty. "Since you won't give me anymore wine, what am I supposed to drink? I'm dying of thirst. Can't I have just one more glass?" She smiled innocently, giving him a pleading look.
"You continue drinking that wine and nothing else, and you'll be puking your guts out tomorrow morning." He signaled for a waiter to bring them a few glasses of water, taking what she'd just said about her morals. Interesting prospect...but she was drunk. It wouldn't be right...would it? Well, she HAD said she still had her good judgement...
"Water?" She made a face and crossed her legs, momentarily forgetting about the slit and how she was supposed to watch it carefully. It almost slid to the point where her 'disappearing underwear' secret would be revealed, but now quite. Still, it left almost all of her leg exposed, and coincidentily, it happened to be the leg closest to Mamoru.
He winced silently, gnawing on the back of his hand and stealing glances under the table. The dispute between his conscience and his hormones picked up the pace considerably. "Y-yes, water. Water's good..." he breathed and quickly picked up his glass of ice water and downed it in two seconds.
"You seem jittery all of a sudden Mamoru, nervous?" She flashed him a smile, scooting up even closer to him. "I really don't know what you're nervous about, this restaraunt has a great reputation, I'm sure you won't get food poisoning." she rambled on, trying to make it seem as if she wasn't meaning to run her foot up and down his pants leg, in an attempt to confuse him.
He froze and his eyes widened. "Oh, believe me, it's not the food I'm worried about...c-hairs, ice water, uh...math...the woodworking channel..." he babbled, trying to think of something boring and definitly NOT sexy to keep himself in check. "Usagi, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything." It was as if a halo appeared over her head, she looked that incredibly innocent. Of course, what she was doing under the table couldn't be labeled the same thing. In fact, it was the exact opposite of innocent. Her foot continued to slowly run up and down his shin, while she kept up an air of innocence, continuing her meal like nothing was happening.
Mamoru gripped the table cloth fiercly, his eyes burning with desire. Fine. Apparently she wanted something else... He could play this game.
"Oops!" He 'accidentally' flung a strang of spaghetti onto her lap, over the slit in her dress. "I'm so sorry!" He reached over and picked the strand off of her leg, his knuckles brushing her thigh. He sucked in a deep breath. All of a sudden, he noticed just how tight her dress was around her waist and that there seemed to be no crease marks, no nothing.
Was she- no...no way. Usagi Tsukino wouldn't....she woulnd't be wearing a dress without PANTIES, now would she?
She blinked, and watched as the piece of spaghetti fell onto her lap before he gingerly plucked it off. Of course, the feel of his bare skin again hers, plus the alcohol, was enough to drive her over the edge. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she sucked in her breath, gasping slightly at the tingles that went down her spine. When she opened her eyes again, she didn't even bother to hide the look of desire that filled them. Why bother? He knew that she wanted him.
"Are you still hungry?" he asked huskily.
"Starving." She stood up and threw her napkin onto the table again, grabbing her envelope purse and her new jacket.
"Check please."
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End Part C
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