'Till Someone Comes Along: Chapter 2. By EternalSenshi
I don't own SM or SLY. R&R onegaishimasu!
"Food, food, God, where ARE those perogies?" I cried angrily, going through the staff fridge. Mamoru walked in, and looked at the staff board. He smirked.
"This is where it'll go," he said. He tacked up a sign, and looked over at me glaring angrily at the fridge.
"By the way," he said, pointing. "Perogies are in the bottom shelf of the freezer." He walked away.
Sure enough, they were there. "God, does he always have to be right?" I mumbled.
"I need a thank you." he said, popping his head in the doorframe.
I shoved his face in Minako's apple pie (one of two that survived her cooking). Luckily, there was one more for everyone else.
"Good." he said. "A whole pie just for me."
"Maybe some bitch can lick it off for you." I said.
"Oh, by the way, Akane, do you recognize this?" he asked, holding up a lacy black thong. She blushed and muttered obscenities under her breath as we walked out to Setsuna's office.
"Don't you ever quit showing off your dick to someone?" I said disgustedly.
"Hey, they come on to me, expecting this, and I supply." he said.
I groaned, and rolled my eyes. "This is why men have all gone to shit, you fucking asshole."
He stopped as I kept walking. "You are such a cynic, you know that?"
"Better than wondering if I have an illegitimate child somewhere out there," I commented.
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I got home late, glad to have the evening to myself. I was extremely tired. I wanted to collapse into bed with my clothes on and not wake up for a hundred years. The meeting lasted almost three hours, because Setsuna had to preach about getting the right kind of person for her show. She wanted someone new. She described them in great detail, down to every political standing. Then, it was the show, where we had a pro-life politician come on. One innocent question from the audience, and Setsuna and the politician were in a scarily polite catfight, which got worse through commercial breaks. So, I crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and closed my eyes. That is, until the phone rang. If it was Minako, I was going to hit it against the counter until the receiver broke. She didn't need to call me when I was so tired. "Hello?" I asked.
"Feeling like staying up all night?"
I threw the covers onto the floor, and slid across the wood to grab my shoes.
Never slide in pantyhose. Not unless sliding into a wall is your intention.
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Motoki took me on a walk all around the city. He didn't really care where he went; he just wanted to keep talking. It was a great conversation, too.
"So, you like work?" I asked.
"It's good, I guess. Can one really love work?"
I loved it when he was there at work. "Um, yeah, depending on the job."
"Right. So, why don't you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm waiting for Jude Law."
"I'm sure he's available," he said, laughing.
"Yeah, well, there aren't that many available choices."
"What about Mamoru?"
"Mr. Whore? I don't think so," I said, giggling.
He was laughing also. "Okay, okay, bad choice. Stick with Jude Law."
Then we stopped at my apartment building at two in the morning.
I couldn't explain it. I mean, I was almost at death's door of tiredness when I got home. Now, at two in the morning, I felt wide-awake, as if I'd just woken up for the first time in my life. It really felt like that being with Motoki, I'd been shown love for the first time in my life.
"Do you need help getting inside?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I said.
"I want to make sure that you don't fall."
"Do you think I'm that ditzy?"
"Maybe," he said, a smile playing with his lips, showing a little white of his teeth.
I smiled back, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Depends," he said. "Are you up for it?"
He pulled me closer to him, and he gazed into my eyes. He brushed his hands through my long blonde hair, which sent shivers up my spine.
Then, he kissed me.
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"Okay, so WHAT happened?" Minako cried.
"We went all around the city, talking."
"Was he flirting?"
"Yes."
She sighed. "Usagi...don't you know the first rule in getting a man?"
"And that would be?"
"LISTENING TO YOUR BEST FRIEND!"
I held the phone away from my ear. "It's okay. It was just a little walk."
"Then what did he do AFTER you got back to your building."
"He kissed me." I said shyly. Honestly, I was acting like a teenager. I can see it - girl with braces, shyly talking about her first kiss.
"He KISSED you? My God! My fucking God!"
"Relax, Minako! So?"
"Hello! He's got fiancée material right next to him! God, Usagi, are you that naive?"
"Well, he said he's going to dump her," I protested.
"Usagi! Men say anything to get in your pants! How do you think Mamoru got into mine?"
"Well, what did he say?"
"We're not talking about me, we're talking about you."
"What did Mamoru say?"
"He-he said- Usagi! Focus!"
"Motoki's not like Mamoru, and he didn't say anything to 'get in my pants.'"
"Usagi, you're not just a cynical bitch-you're a naive cynical bitch."
"Listen, Minako, I-"
"Usagi, just listen! I know you want to get out of this 'Circle of Single Life', but you just can't hit on an almost married man! Usagi!"
I had stopped listening as soon as I saw a shadow at the door. I looked up to be a familiar black haired man against the window. "MAMORU!" I cried. He was fucking a girl on the job! In front of MY OFFICE! He was so fucking lucky Setsuna wasn't there watching.
"Minako, hold on a second." I said.
Luckily, Mamoru heard my scream, and walked away with his 'sexual release' partner.
"God, he fucks girls at home, and now he starts on the job? Definitely a male slut." Minako said.
"See what I have to put up with?" I cried.
"But I understand why he has girls lining up. The sex was goo-"
"MINAKO!"
"Sorry, hun."
"Jeez...anyway, board meeting. Talk to you later, hun."
"Take care of you. And stay away from Motoki!" she said. We hung up.
A disheveled Mamoru came to my door, his hair tousled, and lipstick marks all over his mouth.
"Meeting is in two minutes," he said. "Got any tissues?"
I threw the box at him. He smiled devilishly. "The temps aren't that bad."
"GET OUT!" I cried, picking up my paperweight. He hurriedly shut the door. I put my head in my hands and groaned. Men like Mamoru made me lose faith in men, but at least there were a few men like Motoki to bring it back.
I grabbed my notebook and ran quickly to the meeting, tripping over my hair as I went.
"God damn it!" I cried, getting up and straightening my blouse and skirt.
"You should get your hair cut," said a voice.
"Screw you, Akane!" I cried.
"Already done by Mamoru," she mumbled.
"That's why I never trusted him," I said. I smiled. "I'm glad you know that by now."
Akane smiled. The girls who had already been fucked by Mamoru and I had a special connection. We all had one thing in common as a group - we hated Mamoru's whoring ways. He used girls as if they were gasoline pumps. He's a nice guy if he doesn't want to have sex with you, but you'd have to get on his good side. There's been times where I actually liked him, but that was before he decided to fuck my best friend.
I ran to the meeting, sliding on the marble floor as I bolted through the door.
"You're late," was the greeting of the infamous male whore.
"Shut up," I shot back. I sat down on the couch, and hoped this meeting was a short one.
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It was. We decided to cancel when Setsuna fell asleep at her desk. Luckily, there was no filming that day. I ran back to my office, hurriedly ran through my files, then went to lunch with Minako.
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The next day, I was typing when the phone rang.
"Yo."
"Okay, so, you really want to go out with him?" Minako said.
"Yeah."
"But there's Sena."
"So? He's going to dump her."
"Do you really believe that?"
"Yes. No. Yes."
"Make up your mind. There's not room for fumbling."
"I hate football."
"That's not the point." she said, frustrated. "Look, he has the fiancée, right? Well, do you really want him?"
"Yes."
"Well, imagine he is a football."
"Minako!"
"I'm serious! In football, you have to have a strategy. Knock some players over in the right way and the right timing, and you've got yourself a touchdown. But you never fraternize with the other team. Ignore him, and if he brings up her, go to another play."
"Let me guess, new boyfriend obsessed with football."
"Shut up. Just ignore him. Pretend you can't even look at him. He'll go crazy. He'll be so lust driven, that he'll want to take you on his desk right there and now."
"Sounds lovely." I said.
"But you've got to do it right. Don't be forward. Pretend he's just a co-worker you don't know and don't really want to know. You can ignore him. Make him frustrated thinking you don't want him, but you really do."
"Does this really work?"
"Honey, you're talking to the expert of romance and charm. Trust me. It's worked for me a million times. Don't even look at him. He'll go nuts!"
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I sat down as I watched everyone walk in. Mamoru looked at me quizzically as I smoothed my skirt nervously.
"Something wrong with you?" he asked.
I glared at him. He sat down in his usual chair, sipping his coffee and staring at me, bemusedly.
Motoki walked in, and sat next to me. "Hey," he said. I smiled, then turned back to my notebook. Setsuna suddenly burst in, hair and clothes a mess, and on crutches.
"You won't believe the morning I had. First, my shower had no hot water, and sprayed in every direction. Then, I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my ankle." she ranted. In one motion, we looked down at her foot, which was now in a cast. "All I want is good news. Motoki, how are we doing on the magazine?"
"It's getting printed. It'll be out in newsstands on Mon-" he started.
"NO! Make it sooner! Tomorrow! Usagi, how are we on El Presidente?" she asked.
"Well, I talked to Miss Caranza, his press secretary, and when he gets back from-um, McDonald's Play Camp, he'll be available."
"McDonald's Play Camp?" Mamoru asked.
I shrugged. "What she said." I said uncomfortably.
Motoki showed me his notebook as Setsuna said, "Well, as soon as he gets back-Usagi, do we have a shot of having him on the show?"
Motoki looked at me. I ignored him. Just as Minako said. I didn't want to look too forward if I looked at him.
He stretched his arms, and hit me on the head when they came back down.
"Ow!" I cried. "Hey!"
He pointed to his notebook. 'Would it be too forward if I asked you out to dinner?'
I looked at him. He was smiling.
I turned away, smiling. I mean, here he was, practically throwing himself at me, and all I had done was ignore him.
Well, I had kissed him last night. That could have been the reason.
I looked at his notebook.
"USAGI!" Setsuna cried.
"Huh?"
"El Presidente! Are you going to get him?"
"Setsuna, I'll get him. Everyone you've wanted, I've either gotten them, or someone better. The unreachable!" I held up my arm triumphantly.
She sighed. "All right." She let us go.
As I walked back to my office, Mamoru stopped me. "You're spacing out an awful lot today."
"So? Is that any of your business?" I said defensively.
He cocked his eyebrow. "So, who's the boy?"
"Boy? Mamoru, shut up," I said. "Why would I tell you if there was one anyway?"
"No reason. So I can tell him the truth about you. You're a cynic. You're a cynical bitch. And any boy you fall in love with should find out before they get involved with you."
"Grow up." I said angrily. "Should I tell everyone you enjoy one night stands? You never make a commitment? And that anyone you ever had a commitment with would leave after one day because of your constant 'sexual release'?"
His expression was unreadable. He looked...sad, I think. "How the fuck would you know?" he growled. He turned around and walked off.
I watched him, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Motoki. "Hey," he said.
"Hi," I said. I turned around to walk away, until he turned me around again by grabbing my arm.
"Hey, dinner?" he said.
I looked at him, and smiled. "Do you really mean it? Because my schedule's really tied up and I-" I was cut off by him coming down and kissing my lips.
It was bliss. Total bliss.
I opened my eyes, and stared into his green eyes. I was silent. "I-I can cancel." I said hoarsely.
"Good." he said. "Pick you up at seven?"
I nodded weakly. He let go of my shoulders and walked back to his office, leaving me standing in the middle of the lobby. Thoughts were running through my head, and one stood out in the middle of them all.
DAMN he's a good kisser!
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See you at chapter three!
EternalSenshi