Till Someone Comes Along Chapter 5. Don't own SM or SLY. Please R&R. The fun begins...
Minako came to help me move out. She hugged me before I caught my cab, and told me to call her as soon as I got in. I said maybe, then got in the car. It was a silent, melancholy ride. The cab stopped in front of the building, as I instructed the driver to, and he helped me load out my bags.
"Okay, it's just up the stairs on the top floor, and it's the first door, okay?" I said.
He got in his cab and drove away.
"Hey! HEY!" I cried. Another car ran into my suitcase, and it flew across the sidewalk, hitting a bike messenger.
"WATCH IT!" I screamed.
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Mamoru helped me unpack, and directed the movers when they came with my stuff. I went to the bathroom as he nailed a curtain over the hole as my 'door'. I tried to put everything away, until I opened the cabinet mirror, which was stocked to the brim with condoms. His 'storage'. The WHOLE mirror. I had to check a second time to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"Are you aware that you don't have any Band-Aids or anything in your bathroom?" I called.
"Really?" Mamoru called back. "I was sure I had some somewhere...nope. Never mind."
I decided to keep my toiletries in my room. We put everything in the room, and then I began to unpack. I was doing fine until I found a picture of Motoki and me, one of the ones that I didn't burn on the stove. Then, I broke down. I couldn't handle it. I mean, I was happy, and now I'm not. I bet he didn't even break up with Sena, anyway. He said he did, but I don't think so. It was too much for me to bear, and I started to cry.
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A while later, while my tears were drying, I heard something clink at my curtain. I looked up to see a hand holding up a glass of soda.
"Novocaine. Numbness is good at this time," said Mamoru. He put it down on the floor and walked away.
I grabbed the glass and pushed the curtain aside, and saw him sitting in his leather chair, reading the paper.
"Hey," he said, sounding like he cared. He offered me a cigarette. I shook my head. "I don't smoke."
He nodded, and put the pack down. I walked over to his chair and grabbed one, in a sudden change of mind. I wanted to be daring, not distressed. He smiled and lit it for me. As I have never smoked before, I coughed. I was coughing like I had tuberculosis.
"Whoa, whoa there." he said. "You okay?"
I nodded, and coughed once more. I knew I looked pathetic, like a punched pillow. He looked at me, and grabbed my hand.
"Come on, we're going downstairs." he said.
"What's downstairs?" I asked pitifully.
"Fun. Put on some shoes." he said.
I nodded, and took another drag of the cigarette. I coughed a whole lot more. He grabbed the cigarette and put it in the ashtray.
"No more cigarettes for you. Ever. You're too cute to smoke," he said. He pulled my arm towards the door, and pulled me down the stairs to the fun that awaited us on the first floor.
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It wasn't fun.
"You know, why torture my girlish dreams of love and romance if he was just going to fuck my best friend, huh?" I said. I'd been drinking, even though I swore off, and was half drunk. Being melancholy doesn't help matters.
"Easy. You were living in a fantasy. Romance, true love, soulmates, its all a bunch of shit." Mamoru said.
I looked at him. 'You're such an asshole."
"Let me tell you something, Usagi." Mamoru said. "That hole in your wall? It wasn't just there when I moved in. I lived with someone-"
"You?" I cried. "Who'd wanna live with you?"
Mamoru stayed silent. I winced, knowing I'd gone too far. "Sorry. So-so, you lived with someone?"
He looked down at his glass. "Mitsune."
He was silent for an awfully long time. "She dump you?"
He nodded. "After she left, I guess I snapped. I threw things all across the room, destroyed some furniture, then grabbed a huge hammer and pounded the wall. I thought it would give me air. All it did was remind me how alone I was."
Funny, somehow, I felt somewhat connected to him.
I still looked at him. "Man, she really broke your heart, huh?" I said, still half-drunk and melancholy.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said.
"Do you ever get over it?" I asked softly.
He gave me a look, and took a long drag on his cigarette. "Why do you think I'm the way I am?"
Okay, there was no connection - he used sex as a way to get rid of his pain.
"That's it?" I asked.
He laughed a bit. I continued with "Well, don't shit on my own just because you've been converted to some form of broken heart's club where they practice their religion with 'sexual release.'"
"Hey, watch it, Usagi," he said.
"Why? Cause you want to enjoy your 'sexual release'?"
"Hey, don't knock sexual release, Usagi. It's very disengaging," he said.
"Yeah, fucking every girl you see is very fulfilling."
"No, that would be implying that I'm avoiding life. I actually embrace it fully." he said. He was looking past me at something with that famous Mamoru-wants-sex look. I whirled around and glared at the girl. She looked away sheepishly, and walked to the other side of the bar. I looked back at him. "I almost feel sorry for her." I said.
"Don't." he said, getting up. "If she wants to put me in shining armor, then let her." He walked away to talk to her, leaving me alone in the bar. I sighed sadly and trudged up the stairs back to the apartment. Minako was out of town for work, I didn't have a boyfriend, and Mamoru was working his 'magic' on some slut. I was alone and really feeling it. Life sucked.
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I lay awake that night thinking about what Mamoru said, until I had to go to the bathroom. There are only two types of men in the world, I thought. Men like Motoki, who used your dreams to pull out your eyes-
The door opened before I touched the knob, and the girl from the bar, dressed only in a coat, walked out. "Oh, sorry," she said softly, and opening Mamoru's door next to the bathroom. He was lying on his bed, naked, waiting for her, and I-quickly ran into the bathroom.
And, I concluded, the Mamoru's of the world, who went straight for what's between your legs.
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I went to work, to see Motoki standing at my door. "Hi Usa-"
"Get lost." I said, slamming the door behind me. Mamoru stood in there, reading a magazine. "He gone?" he asked.
"Better be," I said. I smiled. He smiled back. Then, he bent down and we kissed, with him fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
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"AAAAAAUGH!" I screamed.
"What? What's wrong?" Mamoru said, throwing my curtain aside and running into my room.
"DON'T COME IN HERE!" I said, grabbing the nearest solid object I could find. He ran out, and I grabbed the phone. I held it with a shaky hand as I pressed speed dial.
"You need to stop having sweets before you go to sleep, hun," she said.
"Maybe they're getting worse because I moved into this apartment," I said, feeling cold sweat on my forehead.
"Listen, what's wrong with only that? I mean, you didn't actually see the sex, right?"
"MINAKO!"
"Honest question." she said.
I sighed. "I don't know why I even bother calling you."
"There has to be an underlying reason why you're having these dreams," she commented.
"Because I'm mental, that's why," I said, collapsing back on my bed.
"No...oh well, we'll figure it out later."
"Jeez, why do you always analyze me?"
"That's what best friends are for, right?" she said. "Listen, I'm coming home tomorrow, so we'll meet for lunch, okay?"
"Okay." I said. I hung up and hugged my knees to my chest. There was a shuffling sound at my curtain, and a voice said, "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I choked out. Mamoru came in with an unbuttoned shirt and black pants. He looked good for a chauvinist, but that was it - he was a perverted womanizer - ergo, no chance of that dream happening, only if I lost my mind first.
"Are you okay?" he asked calmly. "You started screaming."
"Nightmare," I said. He nodded.
"Sure sounded like one," he said. "Did it involve Motoki?"
I nodded.
"No wonder you were screaming," he commented. "Get dressed, Usagi. It's time to go to work."
I didn't want to get up, because he looked so good, and I was afraid that all of my dreams would come true. Mamoru must have noticed my fear, because he went to my closet.
"Let's see, what looks especially sexy on you?" he said. "What's easy to rip off?"
"Stop!" I cried, throwing my pillow at him. He dodged it, and pulled out a nice white shirt with blue skirt.
"This looks nice on you," he said. "Now, get dressed before we're late."
He threw me the clothes, and walked out of the room. I looked at the clothes, then back at the curtain, wondering what caused such a change in him. I ignored it and threw my clothes on, running and sliding all over the marble floor. I grabbed my purse and a muffin, and ran to catch a cab.
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I sat in my office, typing on my laptop, when Mamoru burst in.
"Emergency meeting - now." he said hurriedly.
"What?" I asked, getting up. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me to Setsuna's office.
"M-Mamoru, what's going on?" I stuttered.
"Setsuna's furious about something, and called us to a meeting - especially you." he said.
I gulped. What did I do?
We ran into the office see Setsuna shaking, holding her TV remote with shaking hands, her knuckles white.
"Setsuna, what's wrong?" I ventured.
She looked how I felt when I found out about Motoki. "Look at this! CNN has the person WE were supposed to get! USAGI! Didn't you reach for the unreachable!"
I was shocked. This was the big emergency? "He wouldn't come on your show, remember? We've got better."
"Who?" she demanded.
"His immediate family."
"Oh!" she said, finally looked glad that I worked for her. "Good!"
We walked out of the office. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Honestly, she's a nut case," I said.
Mamoru looked at me. "You really think so?" Because the sex was really go-"
"You fucking pervert!" I cried.
He hit me on the shoulder lightly. "I'm only kidding," he said.
I looked up at him. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
He laughed. "Come on, I'm always nice to you. I just know what it feels like to have sex with someone you love, and they leave you." he said, walking to his office and leaving me to wonder about him. He stuck his head out of the office.
"Plus," he said. "It's so much fun to make fun of you when you think I'm nice."
I groaned. "Honestly!" I cried. He's 27 going on 5. Seriously.
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I sat, eating a bowl of macaroni and cheese, when in shuffled Mamoru with his hand up some hooker's ass, kissing like there was no tomorrow. They groaned and moaned and made their way to his bedroom. Their moans got louder and louder, so I decided to make my way to my room, when I knocked over the newspaper.
"Oh, shit." I said, frustrated, and put my macaroni and cheese on the table. I started cleaning it up, when I saw something that caught my eye. A cow, with lots of hearts around it, was front and center. Curious, I looked at the article, momentarily forgetting Mamoru's sexual release act. It showed the male bovines, or male cows for you non-scientists (like me), only mated with a female cow once. If you gave him the same female twice, he would become bored and not want to mate. They tried coating the female with new cow scent, but the male couldn't be fooled. Old cow trying to be new cow. Michael Jackson trying to look female. And male behavior was in a whole new perspective - men were being compared to beef. It made a whole lot of sense in my opinion.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. This was a link! Like, the MISSING link! It was all right here! I pocketed the newspaper and decided to continue this in my room, because Mamoru and his hooker were being so loud, neighbors were probably going to start calling at any moment. This could possibly be the best thing that has ever entered a woman's life! All I had to do was get it all together.
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