Till Someone Comes Along Chapter 3. I don't own SM or SLY. R&R please.

Mamoru looked at the board. The words 'Whore' and 'Bastard' and 'Slut' had been scrawled all over the sign he had put up-he had needed a roommate.

"That's very nice. Who did this?" he called down the hall.

"Some girls who want the truth to come out!" a chorus of voices cried.

"Well, that's just great." he said. He ripped down the sign as I walked in, grabbing my chicken Caesar salad.

"Don't worry Mamoru. The word's been spread for protection of young girls everywhere. Why not try the moon? I'm sure someone has to be there. You tend to shoot for it. After all, you're not going to get a girl on this Earth after I'm done." I said. "Mmm...chicken." I grabbed a fork, ready to dig in.

"Oh, that's just great. You know, I'm a nice guy. I never mistreat a girl." he said.

"Mmm...chocolate pudding..."

"Are you listen-" He stood for a second, looking like he had an idea. "Say, Usagi-"

"No."

"Oh, come on. You always say that you're apartment's not for you. I mean, after what you told Minako about old Mr. Shino hitting on you in the hallway-" he begged.

"You were listening to my phone conversation?" I cried.

"Please, Usagi, I'm desperate-"

"Mamoru, I would only move in with you if you were the last man on this Earth. And," I said, shrugging, "you're not."

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Motoki met me at my apartment at seven (and he was on time!), and we walked to dinner. It was wonderful gazing into his green eyes across from me, and not having him look at any other girl but me.

After ice cream (I insisted), we stopped near a karaoke bar.

"Want to go in?" he grinned.

I smiled nervously. It'd been years since I last sang in public, but he looked so insisting. "Hell, why not?" I cried, and let him steer me inside.

Someone inside was doing a horrible rendition of 'I Will Always Love You' by Dolly Parton. We cringed, and went over to the bar.

Now, just to let you know, I never usually get drunk. I hate the taste of alcohol. But, when you're caught up in romance, and in a bar, and you don't really want to pay attention to the horrible music by people who think they're God's little songbird...

I was tanked.

Some little bitch tried to sing 'Tomorrow' or whatever that stupid song was from Annie. I drank. Some guy tried to sing a sappy love song for his girlfriend, but he failed miserably. I drank more. The time I stopped drinking was when a gay couple came on the stage, and sang 'Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong,' and they were good. Suddenly, I felt myself being pushed towards the stage.

"No! I...I don't want to sing!" I cried. People kept pulling me towards it, and I couldn't stop them. "Uh..." I said into the mike. Suddenly, the song 'Buttercup' began. I groaned, but being as drunk as I was, I started to dance.

I'll admit that I have a good voice. I've won awards and been in select choirs and everything. But when you mix alcohol and me, the song results are...not good.

"Why do you build me up? Buttercup baby just to something, what are the words, oh la la la..." I warbled. Motoki's smile looked a little strained.

"Oh, fuck this shit!" I cried, trying to get off the stage, and tripping over a wire. I screamed and went flying to the floor.

Motoki decided to take me home soon afterwards. "God, you're wasted," Motoki said.

"I don't usually get like this," I admitted, biting my lip. He laughed.

"I have to admit - it surely made things interesting," he said.

I smiled. We made it back to my apartment, where we sat in silence, until I went rummaging around in my bathroom.

"Jeez," I said softly. It was a mess. I couldn't find my diaphragm anywhere. I wanted to scream in frustration, until the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Usagi? Can you come over?"

It was my brother, Shingo. He was married to the best woman to be married to, Natsumi. She was very happy with him. I had grown very close to her - closer than I was with my brother.

"Um, Shingo, I'm not so sure, I-"

"Please? It's about Natsumi."

It sounded urgent. "Okay," I said, and I hung up. I turned to Motoki. "Guess we'll have to cut this evening short," I said, apologetically.

"That's okay," he said, smiling.

I smiled back, and he kissed me softly. I quickly left and ran to catch a cab. I ran in the door of my brother's townhouse to see Natsumi crying, and Shingo standing with a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. They were silent.

"Natsumi, why don't you tell her like you told me?" Shingo said softly. Natsumi looked up and ran into my arms. "I'm pregnant," she said, whispering.

"But-but that's great!" I stuttered. Shingo shook his head.

"We used this new treatment. It worked, and we were very excited. Then, the doctor told us that we were probably going to lose the baby, and Natsumi might not be able to have children at all." he said.

I hugged Natsumi tightly. "I know it's going to stay. Be happy for it now! You're pregnant!"

She smiled and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah! I'm pregnant! Shingo! We're pregnant!"

As Shingo and Natsumi were celebrating, I sat down. They were so happy, so lucky, and so great. I was so jealous.

Natsumi looked over at me, and held my hand. "We'll have another girl's night, okay?"

I smiled. "Okay," I was really excited for Natsumi, but I couldn't stop thinking about my ticket out of the single circuit. I wanted to see Motoki. And I was going to see him a lot more.

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Motoki picked me up around six, and we went to a restaurant, and went back to my apartment. I went looking around again, tripping over boxes in my closet, then going back into the bathroom with a box in my hands. I had found it, and it was, well, a little dusty. After I'd applied it, I washed my hands and walked out.

"Sorry, I had to do a couple of things." I said. I sat next to him, and he picked up one of my picture frames.

"Who's this?" he asked.

"Oh, Minako. My best friend." I said. We smiled. Suddenly, we were all over each other, kissing passionately.

Satisfaction: The act of satisfying, or the state of being satisfied. English.

I got impatient with his buttons, so I just ripped his shirt off. Buttons went flying everywhere, and knocked over a lamp.

Die Befriedigung: German for 'satisfaction'

We were still kissing, trying to make the way to the bedroom. I grabbed onto a curtain for stability as he kept kissing madly, but the curtain and rod fell over. So did we.

Manzoku: Japanese for 'satisfaction'

I fell on the bed, sighing happily. No matter what language I thought it in, it was satisfaction to find someone so caring, so sweet, and such a good sex partner. I had forgotten all the lonely feelings I'd had with Natsumi and Shingo. I had reached the moon and roped myself a star.

He looked at me, smiling. I smiled back, and he held me in his arms as we talked the rest of the evening.

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"So what are we doing?" Motoki asked, putting his arm around my shoulders.

I giggled. "We're surfacing."

"Right," he said, kissing my head.

"So, aren't you lucky I had an extra shirt in my closet?" I asked.

"Yeah. Remind me never to wear shirts with buttons again when I see you. Although, shirts without buttons might be risky too, because you might just tear them off."

"Shut up," I said, smiling. He kissed my forehead again, and we continued looking at the vendors on my street.

"Hey, rings," he said, stopping by a cart.

"What, you have a jewelry fetish?" I asked.

He looked down, and examined the sliver rings carefully.

"Did you used to be an appraiser?" I asked.

"Shhh," he said. "I'm looking for the perfect one." I stayed silent as he continued his staring. Finally, he picked one up. It had a small light pink heart, as smooth as a shell.

"This is it." he said. He held it out to me. "You like it?"

"It's gorgeous." I said.

"I'm buying it for you. To remind you that I care about you," he said.

I hugged his arm tightly. "I care about you too."

He handed the worker his credit card, and gave me the ring. I put it on my RIGHT hand finger, and stared down at it. Then, I kissed him. "Thank you," I said.

"I love you," he said.

Augh! He said it! He said IT! Oh, he had to be the one.

"I love you too," I said.

We were perfect together.

Suddenly, someone familiar said, "Morning."

Motoki and I sprang apart to see Mamoru standing there.

"Oh, hey, Mamoru!" Motoki said. "I was helping Usagi buy a ring. You know, some people just always need advice." Motoki said.

(A/N: sounds like me...)

"Mmm-hmm." Mamoru said.

"Well, I just bought a ring for my mother, so I'll see you later." Motoki said, grabbing his credit card. "See you two on Monday."

"Bye!" I said, a little bewildered. I turned to Mamoru. "You scared him off!" I protested.

"Mmm. Really."

"We were having a nice chat until you came along!"

"Right."

"And you had to show up and ruin it!"

"You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"

"Yes," I blurted out. I covered my mouth quickly.

"I told you, Usagi. Don't put on so much blush. You might then get your fairy tale. Prince meets princess, happily ever after, and all that shit girls believe in. After all, your life is perfect." He turned and walked away.

I stared at him, He was such an ass. "Don't you have any relatives you can annoy!" I cried.

He waved and walked around the corner on the opposite street. Mamoru had some nerve. I swear, one day, he's going to fall in love, and be so very deep in it. And I'm going to laugh the whole time.

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Thanks to those who've reviewed, and Michelle especially for being such a fan. hugs. See you at chapter 4! Please R&R!

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