Till Someone Comes Along Revised Chapter One. By EternalSenshi. I don't own SM or SLY. Please R&R. REVISED EDITION!
Great ideas all come from the same place. Out of nowhere. They follow you around until you finally dedicate your life to it, until you either realize it's a big waste of time, or you find yourself called a genius.
This is a mixture of both.
My name is Usagi Tsukino. I'm single. I work at a TV show called Morning With Setsuna Meiou. As assistant manager, I book people to be on the show. Life was simple - I was single and sexy, waiting for Mr. Right. The only problem was I kept mistaking Mr. Right for Mr. Totally Wrong.
One of these cases was Chiba Mamoru. He was the show's producer and co-writer. He also had an ego as big as China. He thought he could get (and he usually got) every girl in his sheets. He had turned into some male slut - 'sexual release' he called it. He was a sassy, smutty, stupid waste of good looks and a brain, if he had one. Which I have no doubt he does. If only he's stop smoking.
My best friend, Minako Aino, works at G Magazine, also known as Guy Magazine. She had decided for us that we would be single no more (In fact, she even hit on Mamoru, and they had a bit of a relationship, but it didn't last very long).
Setsuna was, well, a little odd, but a very good show host. She'd interview people that no one could even see, let alone talk to (all thanks to me, but she'd never admit that).
"Usagi?" she'd always say, "You need to reach for the unreachable."
The 'unreachable' in Mamoru's case was a female kindergarten teacher that was secretly a spy for the government, and who also taught some duke in England's kid. To seduce and kill the duke, she would put on the new fad 'edible underwear', laced with arsenic. He started telling me every single detail of the sex (let's just say I spared you from it, although we did cause our lighting boy to go home sick). I told him to drop dead.
By him, I had lost my faith in men. That is, until one fateful day, when someone oiled the wheels in my head to send my life in the spin.
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Board Meeting.
"Usagi, where are we on Mr. Ghanzhali?" Setsuna asked.
"I...think we've got him," I said truthfully.
"You think?" Setsuna said.
"I'm reaching for the unreachable," I said quickly, to get her off my back.
She sighed. "All right. Show time."
As I walked out with Mamoru, I looked at him. "If I reach for anything else unreachable, I'm going to have nowhere to grab."
"Tell me about it," he said, giving the eye to one of the new temps. "Having nowhere to grab is a real pain." She smiled.
I groaned. "Is sex all you can think about?"
"You know, Usagi, sexual release is very loosening. It releases you from the pains of today. You should try it."
"That'll be the day."
"You can be such a cynic."
"Well, you can be such a whore."
We separated as I went to my office, and he probably went to fuck that temp. I grabbed my laptop and headset, and bolted out the door, running into the most gorgeous guy-EVER.
My laptop and his papers fell to the floor.
"Oh!" I cried. Yeah, great opener, Usagi. Bump into a guy and say 'Oh!' like a blonde ditz and not 'I'm sorry' like a regular person. And it was a cute guy too that you had to make yourself look foolish in front of! Stupid, stupid, stup-
"Sorry about that," he said, interrupting my 'bashing myself' session.
"No problem," I said, bending down. He bent down, and accidentally brushed my knee. I felt a little electric shock as he handed me my things.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," he said, with two AMAZING green eyes peeking out at me. He smiled with a dimple on his left cheek. I could practically hear the Hallelujah Chorus ringing in my ears. I wanted to sing it. I wanted to-
"Usagi?"
"WAA!" I cried. Trust Mamoru to tear me out of my daydream.
"Usagi, you've met Motoki?" Mamoru asked. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Hi," I said, thrusting my hand out in front of the god.
"Hi I've heard a lot about you," Motoki said.
"Hopefully all good," I said. And not from Mamoru
"Nothing but the best," he said.
I wanted to giggle like a high-school girl, but I was above that. Instead, I smiled like a 1,000 watt bulb. He smiled back, with dimples going full blast.
"Well, time to get ready for the show. Usagi, did you do your make-up in the dark today? Covergirl might not be looking for you," Mamoru said, walking away. I glared after him, flashed Motoki another smile, and then ran off to my position. The thing is, being the klutz I am, I ran into a pole.
"I'm okay," I said, a little dazed, but I ran off.
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I called Minako as soon as the show was over.
"So, blonde hottie with green eyes?" she said.
"Yup. And a girlfriend."
"Mm-mmm. Don't go for it."
"Oh, come on, Minako," I whined (I'm good at that). "He's going to dump her."
"For you? Yeah, right," she said.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"That he's not going to just up and leave a girlfriend for you."
"Minako!"
"Look, you're an attractive woman, no doubt, but it's simple logic. I mean, would you up and leave just anybody for him?"
"No! But we were just talking, and he told me so."
"Did he actually say the words, 'I have a girlfriend I'm breaking up with, for you'?"
"No, but-"
"Well, listen to me, Juliet, Do not, I repeat, Usagi Tsukino, do NOT go for that boy, no matter how much of a Romeo he could be. You are only going to find yourself in trouble."
A little while later, I was sitting in my office, Minako-free, when Motoki showed up at my door. "You hungry? No one wants to get lunch."
"Of course. I love food," I said, smiling. Screw what Minako said. I go for me.
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We sat in the park, eating McDonalds takeout-me with a Big Mac, large fries, and a large chocolate milkshake.
"Sure you can handle all of that?" Motoki asked.
I took a big bite out of the Big Mac, and nodded. "I'm a big girl."
He laughed and nodded. Suddenly, my cell rang.
"Hold on a sec," I said, embarrassed. I picked up. "Hello?"
"You're not at your office!" a very angry Minako greeted me.
"Wow, really? That's great!" I said, trying to keep thins short.
"You're with him, aren't you!"
"Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that, Shingo."
"Since when am I Shingo? You're with him! What did I tell you about being with him!"
"Well, make sure you get Mom to stop yelling at you." I said.
"USAGI!"
"Anyway, gotta go. Talk to you later," I said, hanging up.
"Boyfriend?" he asked.
"Brother," I replied. "I'm single."
"Ah."
"I know you're not."
He looked at me, still smiling. "Sena," he said.
I nodded, trying to get him to go on. His head shook in a circle, following mine.
"How long?" I prompted.
He let out his breath slowed. "Four years," he said.
I nodded. "Wow. How'd you put up with her for so long?"
He looked at me oddly. "What?"
I quickly shoved my Big Mac in my mouth. Trust me to be a ditz at the wrong time.
"Four years is a long time, I'll admit that. It takes a lot of talking, and communication," he said.
Like I'd know. The longest I'd been with anyone was one month.
I swallowed. "Still, it must have been hard."
Motoki nodded. "I'm still wondering if it was all worth it. I mean, where do I go from here? Do I get married? Do we just date forever? What do I do?"
I shook my head. "You're asking the wrong girl."
"Still, it's easier for girls than guys, because all you have to do is wait for the guy to propose."
"Probably." I said, unsure. I mean, yeah, all a girl had to do was wait. Then, we get the rock and our futures are set. But this is the twenty-first century. Shouldn't the girls take charge?
Motoki smiled. "You look cute like that."
"Huh?" I said, snapping out of 'Usagi's Strange and Bizarre Thoughts Land'.
"You. You look cute looking so serious like that."
I laughed nervously. Great. I look cute. Not stunning, not sexy, but cute. I was cursed looking ten when I was twenty.
Motoki was cute. That was okay in guys. That blonde hair sweeping in his face, those green eyes that I knew I was going to see in my dreams that night, a supermodel look, but not conceited. God, I wanted him, but did he want me?
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"So, girlfriend for four years. How do you know he isn't Mormon? He could be married and have, I dunno, eight wives or something," Minako said, smoking a cigarette.
"He'd be a bigamist," I said. "He's not like that."
"Bull! How do you know that?"
"I can sense it," I said.
"Oh, really, Miss Psychic? Tell me, where in your tarot cards does it say that you can go macking on another girl's boyfriend? And a serious boyfriend at that!"
"Minako, come on. I know he's not a bigamist."
"Sure. So, what did he say about this girlfriend he's so involved with. Any bells ringing?"
"Not exactly. They're kind of...separated." I said, checking out the apples.
Mr. Masanori came up and said. "Are you buying anything today?"
"Shh! Mr. Masanori, I'm concentrating! You can't bug a girl when she's in the middle of a thought!"
"With all the thinking you do, I'm surprised you're not a CEO." he said.
Minako glared at him. "Are you saying I'm stupid?"
"Yes! You're smoking in my store! You don't smoke in a store! That's stupid!"
"Okay, okay, calm down you two. Mr. Masanori, I'm buying today." I said, heading off another argument.
"Tell your friend that she needs to learn to get a man." he whispered to me, but it was loud enough that she could hear. She glared at him as he turned to leave.
"I told you not to go!" she cried.
"Minako, this could be my ticket out of the single life."
"Yeah, straight to the divorced life. Usagi, I don't mean to squash your dreams, but think for once."
"Fine, I'll think." I said.
"That's my girl!" Minako said.
"He's probably just not interested in me. Then, I'll forget him." I said, grabbing some oranges.
Minako stood, smiling, cigarette in hand. "Good. She's the one that needs to be smart!" she cried.
"At least she has a job that requires thinking!" Mr. Masanori cried back.
I smiled, and paid for my groceries. I'll just ignore him. Either he won't care, or he'll go crazy over me. Either way is okay.
But either way, it was good to know that Minako and Mr. Masanori won't change.
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