Hello again! (grins)
Now this didn't take me too long, did it? I'm sorry about Mamoru's character…he isn't exactly cannon, but believe me; as the story progresses Mamoru will unintentionally become the Mamoru that you all know and love. I haven't much to say…so continue on reading!
Chapter Two- Too Much
Summary- Mamoru has tried to control the damage done, but it has gone completely too far. Now not only does he have to deal with his fellow companies and friends, but also a one Miss Tsukino…who has just moved in.
REMINDER! – This is done entirely in Mamoru's point of view. If there is anything in italics then that is done in my point of view. A third member. – REMINDER!
I was eyeing him up and down, it was just an instinct to somehow protect myself. From what—I'm still oblivious. I felt uncomfortable in this doctor's gaze…maybe it was the fact that I wasn't wearing anything under this dress—or maybe I was actually right about this doctor. My face held this disgusted look, hoping that this guy would take a hint.
This must be how girls feel…note to self: make up a different way on hitting on females. He was checking a list. I could see it now, this blonde haired bimbo…could I use that word towards a guy? Well anyways…bimbo was eyeing me with those freaky, sick eyes of green, checking away. Check, check, another damn check.
"Well everything seems to be in order…although there is one more thing—then you'll be all set."
He was smiling a wide smile. I'm worrying myself for nothing. I swear after this, I'll be afraid of men for the rest of my non-existent life. Stupid Satoshi, is this how my break ups are? I can't even remember straight. "Sure thing." I groggily answered. I was backing my way against the wall, and just slid all the way to my bed. The hospital gown, was after all opened in the back—and I—I had nothing on. Usually this would be just a guy, to guy thing you know…like in the locker rooms. Not really paying attention, but after that tabloid…I'm not so sure anymore.
I heard him chuckle softly, and that just sent me enraged, or embarrass, whichever one came first. I was flushed, and that's all I'll say. Throwing the blankets over myself I faced him.
"So, what do I need before I get out?"
He placed down that check board and then headed towards the sink, washing his hands, then placing on gloves. He was blocking my view of what was occurring, but when he turned back to me, there was a needle safely in his hands. Flicking it gently with his other hand he rounded in for the kill. Muttering slightly I held out my hand, and readied myself; but it never came—
There! There was that smile again!
"What?" I asked.
My arm was still out, and I was still waiting patiently for that shot. I wanted to get the hell out of here! What was talking him so long!?
"Shoot me already!"
I was beginning to get agitated, and again he chuckled. My brow wrinkled in confusion as he simply just shook his head in laughter. "Y-yo-you-g--" that's all he seemed to be able to say. I was getting extremely frustrated with him. All the doctors in this building, and I had to get this unprofessional, laughing hyena. Grumbling slightly I tried to grab that needle and take that damn shot myself! I tried—but he pulled it away from me. Was this man flirting with me?
"He better not--" I mumbled out.
"W-w-w-hat?" he managed to say.
I shook my head lightly, still flushed from all my anger. He managed to compose himself in a matter of five minutes or so, and yet NO SHOT! "Sorry about that." He said as he straightened up. Preparing that bloody thing again he headed closer to me.
"Lay down please."
I listened— Pulling the blanket along with me. I watched as he walked to the other side of the bed. Bloody hell!
"Face down."
"What?"
My mind flashed through those crappy movies I use to see, where people…oh no rape others. I swear they're running out of ideas. Chuckling slightly at myself with image of this here man 'raping' me, I simply dismissed that idea. Sickening, absolutely sickening.
"Your shot, needs to be on your tush."
Have you ever heard your doctor say the word, 'tush'? It's a scary thing—
Walking out of that building my hand pulled at the endings of my pants. I shuddered at the memory… What a day, what a day—
It was cold outside so my fingers unconsciously made its way into my pockets; where my right hand so happened to graze against a crumple bit of paper. Pulling it out, I quickly read it through:
…
Call me: 482-0190
Dr. Show
…
It was quick and to the point. What doctor was it…maybe it was that lady that shared the elevator ride with me. I grinned at that—or maybe it was the doctor with the shot. That would simply give me nightmares. I couldn't take that chance…so I tossed it aside. Now all that I have left is contacting damage control. People at the company are probably wondering what on earth to believe. My life is in ruins, and it's all Natsumi's fault; I swear by the time I get through with her she won't even know what came!
Where in heck was I going!? Where was my damn car!? They probably had it towed…just great! I had to walk…or the bus, but I never really was comfortable surrounded by all those people, normally I just liked to be alone—or whatever. Walking would suit me just fine. My first stop would be home, to get another decent outfit, I really don't know how long I've been wearing this; then again I also needed to fix things up at the office.
Letting out another sigh I decided to head to work first. Maybe I should get a lawyer and sue the living daylights out of that woman. That would sure show her! Grinning slightly I headed into that glass building. You couldn't really miss a place like this, it was large, and complete composed of glass. You could see absolutely everything inside, unless of course the few places that contained blinds.
The noises of the office was music to my ears—now how many days have I been out? Most of the people that worked under me were women, so naturally this whole building was filled with women. One of them walked right past me, and without a second glance no less! I could hear little bit of gossip all over the place. Groaning inwardly I headed to the top floor.
I heard typing, and then the sweet voice of Katoru—
"You shouldn't really listen to that rubbish! Mamoru…isn't like that."
"…and how would you know…?"
At least someone here is still on my side…
"That you needn't know, and it really isn't any of your business? After all, you've only been to work for less then a week or so…so suggest that you keep your comments to yourself, or I'll personally get you fired."
"Is that a threat Katoru? I don't think you have the authority to do so…"
I wasn't there yet, but there voices got louder and clearer. The other women at this part of the office was practically shushing themselves, and eyeing me up and down. I really didn't have the time to sort with them, so I just ignored them and went on.
"You slept with him, didn't you Katoru! Probably one of the reasons why he—came out of the closet."
I came just in time to see Katoru's angry face. Her brown eyes were fixed on this other women with so much anger, but then her eyes met mine; and the anger simply melted away. She gave her a little 'huff' and walked back to her seat. The other women was laughing quite loudly, and she was still oblivious to my presence.
"New worker I see."
My voice shattered through her laughter, and I heard gasp as she quickly turned around. Blonde hair, brown eyes, your average looker; now normally I would've been please to see such a women, but talking like that, and about me—she got on my nerves already.
"Mr.—Mr. Chiba! When did you get in!?"
I laughed quietly to myself and simply ignored her. Walking past the blonde and right into my office. "Katoru, I need to talk to you please," and with that said, I closed the door. Not soon after, she entered.
"What happened?"
My head was in my hands, and I practically slumped right out of my chair!
"Natsumi Satoshi, break up."
She understood completely.
"We could call the editor for revising."
"…"
"Or we could sue her…"
"That's an option."
"Hmm…"
"Has there been anything new."
"Uh…you seem to have a new client. A…Mr. Torro."
"I've been trying to get that client for years now! At least my luck's changing."
I was happy for a minute, but the look on her face told me something was wrong. I NEEDED this client. What could be wrong?
"He came in here, just yesterday…"
"He read the paper didn't he? That's fine, I could just explain it to him--"
"That's just it."
"What?"
"He gave you the job, because of the paper."
"What?"
"He thought it better to give it to someone more trusting, such as a gay man. Since your building this model agency thing…he wanted someone who wouldn't be interested."
"So you're saying…"
"If you want to keep this client, then you must continue this lie."
"So I'm gay?"
"Yes…to him."
"…and everyone else."
"Yes…"
I was on my way home from another nightmare. If I wanted to keep this client, I needed to continue this charade…I could live a double life. Be gay one day, and be straight the next. Of course that could cause problems…it's only a few months. What's a couple million compared to a few dates? Yeah…must continue. Must continue.
"Must continue." I muttered out.
I was walking up the steps to my apartment. Home…finally. Now where did I put that key…? Fiddling with the lock I finally manage to open the door. I had spent hours at the office trying to figure out what to do, so now it was about twelve at night. It was pitched dark inside, so I had to feel my way around. I knew this place like the back of my hand, so I had no problems finding my bedroom.
Untying the tie I threw it to the side. Fiddling with my belt I tossed it somewhere on the floor. Unbuttoning my shirt and then slipping out of it. Pulling down the zipper, my pants slid down and then I simply just kicked them away.
It took me a few more minutes to brush my teeth, and then I headed straight to bed—
-- From a third person's view one could see the black haired youth crawl gently under the sheets. It was still dark out, but as his eyes drooped into a peaceful slumber the moon's glow suddenly lighted the place. It sent its glance upon the sleeping male. His skin glowed a peachy pale as the wind quietly blew the glass doors open.
It was a quiet gentle breeze that flows through the night air. Somehow it was scented, a soft smell of lavender filled his nostrils. He let out a deep sigh and rolled to the side, all the while taking bits of the covers with him. Unbeknownst to him, as he shifted through these covers it was pulled away to reveal a slumbering women.
Rich silver flowed in every which direction. The moon's soft glow lit her features perfectly. Pale as the moon above, lips as red as a rose, long lashes of black. She looked like a sleeping angel, trapped in a white paradise. The covers were of sheer white, and the people on it; accented it perfectly. Silver locks entangled themselves onto the sleeping male.
His fingers mindlessly twirled her long strands of pure silver. His body closer to hers, and hers to his. They were still deep in sleep. None the wiser. None the care. It was dream come true to both of them…even if they didn't realize it.
She was safely held in his arms.
There warmth grew to be a need as the night grew old. --
I couldn't tell if I was dreaming, or if this was real.
I was somewhere filled with nothing but this silvered haired angel. I knew I saw her somewhere before, but I just couldn't remember. She was dancing in front of me as those eyes of blue peered into my very own soul. Whatever this was, it was nice.
She and I were alone. There was no scenery, there were no noises…there was absolutely nothing, but us. She didn't seem to see me, but I saw her. I watched for seemed like hours…just afraid to go near for she would disappear.
I watched in the distance as she slept, and as she slept my feet mindless step one step nearer.
One step—There was no one for miles…
Two steps—She couldn't see me…
Three steps—She's beautiful…
Four—I couldn't explain how, or even why, but before I knew it I was by her side. What exactly did I do right then? Nothing, absolutely nothing—
Wasn't that a sweet little bit of fluff? The end of chapter two…
Chapter Three- Morning After
Summary- Problems make one forgetful, and Mamoru seems to have forgotten about this little angel—Getting to know her is another little problem, but the morning after was one hell of a nightmare.
A/N- Well it seems it's still pretty boring, it's a start. I do hope that you all continue to read. I have a tendency to e-mail my readers for the next update, so either leave an email, or sign into your user. I hope you liked this chapter!
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