Author's Notes: Well, almost a year later and here I am! You see… I didn't forget about this story… I just… well… subconsciously forgot…. ^_^;;; But, alas! Here is the second chapter! Enjoy yourselves, ok?
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No Way Out
Chapter 2: Bad Usagi, BAD
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Usagi hiccupped.
"You did not just hiccup," Mamoru blurted out in disbelief, placing his beer on the floor next to him.
"Yeah, so?" the blonde drawled, issuing another hiccup. She took another swig from her beer.
"How can you possibly be drunk after drinking half a beer?!" Mamoru cried, hands stretched out as if to strangle the girl in front of him.
"I'm not drunk!" Usagi exclaimed between giggles. She crawled over to place herself in front of the incredulous Mamoru, beer still in hand. She took another sip. "I'm just… tipsy!"
"I'll say!" the raven haired man replied in despair. "I can't believe I let you drink!" His head collapsed in his hands. "Dear God…"
Usagi giggled more. "There, there…" she cooed, patting Mamoru on the head. The older man lifted his face from his hands, brow furrowed, glaring. Usagi smiled in the adorably oblivious way she apparently was when under the influence of alcohol. "You know what?" she murmured, leaning her forehead against his.
"Enlighten me," Mamoru bit out through clenched teeth.
"You have the most beautiful eyes…" the blonde whispered so sincerely Mamoru almost forgot she was drunk. A stain of crimson leapt up on his cheeks. Just as he was about to mumble something back Usagi reverted back into her hyper, giggly, and most importantly, drunk mode. "And you know what else?!" she chirped.
Mamoru groaned and rolled his "beautiful" eyes. "What…?"
"I want another drink!"
Before Mamoru could even comprehend what she said, Usagi was over at the fridge, chugging down the rest of her old beer and about to pop open a new one.
"WAIT!" the raven-haired man screeched. "Put that beer can down, woman!" He was at her side in an instant, clawing for the can. "Don't you dare!"
"But I wanna!!" Usagi whined, holding the beer can just out of reach. It seemed like Mamoru had no choice.
The next thing Usagi knew she was pinned to the ground with a sick thud and Mamoru was straddling her waist, prized beer can in hand. The pain of her head smacking the ground was completely drowned out by her inane level of drunkenness. Mamoru threw the retched beverage somewhere behind him so Usagi's groping hands couldn't get to it. He trapped her hands down between the floor and his own, face dangerously close to hers. The blonde did nothing but giggle.
"No fair!" she squealed, but happily. "I like to be the one on top!" She squirmed underneath the man on top of her, rubbing against a particular sensitive area… Mamoru gritted his teeth and groaned in frustration.
"Pervert…" he growled. Just as Mamoru began to shift his weight to get off of the hazardously writhing girl, her now free arms slipped themselves around his neck and pulled him down to her. Mamoru found himself kissing hard wood floor and his body plastered against the woman underneath him.
He sighed and rolled his eyes again. Mamoru leaned forward on his elbows so as to take most of his weight of the girl. However, her death grip around his neck was not going to let him go any farther than that. Mamoru sighed.
"Will you please let me go…?" he whimpered desperately. "I will not be held responsible for anything I do if you keep me like this for much longer."
Usagi just giggled in the way only a drunk Usagi knew how.
"How about I make you deal?" she replied, voice drawn out.
Mamoru grumbled low in his throat. "Anything to get away from this position…"
"Ok!" the blonde beamed. She loosened her grip on him just enough so he could see her face, but still tight enough to restrain him. She smiled as their noses brushed. Mamoru blushed. "How about…" She looked away in "deep" thought. "How about I'll stop drinking if … if you kiss me!"
Mamoru nearly face faulted. Good god, he moaned mentally, you have GOT to be kidding me…
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Rei shifted slightly on her stool at the counter, making a painful face. Motoki eyed her warily.
"Butt go numb?" he asked bluntly. Rei shrugged and mumbled back and "eh…"
"Hey," the priestess began, "how long are we going to keep them in there? It's already been almost two hours."
Motoki checked his watch. Damn, she was right! And there was only two more hours left until the arcade closed… Would they have to leave Usagi and Mamoru there over night? He shook his head – no, that would be too cruel…
"Well…" the blonde man replied, but still not really knowing was his answer was, "I guess… we'll just have to take them out once the arcade closes, right?"
"I suppose that would work-" Just then a loud thud broke through the scheming teenagers plot. They both turned to the backroom's entrance in surprise. An insane amount of slurred giggling followed, and from then on whatever was happening in there was not loud enough for Rei and Motoki to hear.
"If they don't kill each other first," Rei grumbled, finishing her long forgotten sentence.
Motoki sighed. "Our plan was to get them together… But at this rate…"
The raven haired girl nodded. "I know. But there's no way we could instigate… well, more than we already have. That would just make matters worse right now."
Rei jumped slightly as Motoki banged a fist down on the counter. He stared at her in determination, eyes hard, brow furrowed, lips pressed in a thin line. She would have sworn by his random spurt of eagerness that he had finally cracked.
"That's it! I've had it!" he growled. "I've made up my mind. Those two are staying in there until we have proof that they kissed!"
Rei arched a curious eyebrow. "We're gonna be here a while…" She shifted again in her seat to only further her point. "I think they'll starve to death before they get that far."
Motoki shook his head, an evil grin spreading his lips. "Oh no, there will be none of that," he replied wickedly, rubbing his hands together. "There's a fridge in there, it will keep them well fed, I'm sure."
"How much food?" the fiery priestess demanded. "This is Usagi we're talking about here…"
The older man nodded in agreement. "This is true… But I think there's a cold pizza in there, and some be—" The blonde froze. Rei had never seen the color drain from someone's face so fast. "In the fridge… there's… you don't think that… Mamoru wouldn't… Oh, for the love of man!!"
"What?!" Rei barked, jumping up from her stool. "What the bloody hell are you rambling about?!!"
"There's," Motoki squawked, "beer in there…" He gulped the hitch in his voice back down. "What if one of them gets drunk…?" he whispered intensely.
The raven-haired teenager didn't move for a moment. Slowly, slow enough to make up for the speed in which Motoki paled, her lips curled on the ends into a devious grin. "Maybe we won't be waiting as long as I thought…"
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Author's Notes: Ok, well, I wanted there to be some more to this chapter, but I really can't type anymore. Once my chapters start getting past 800 words I get nervous. =_= Let's just hope the next chapter comes out before another year passes, huh? There will probably be only two or three more chappies. ^_^V See ya then!