Till Someone Comes Along Chapter 7. Don't own SM or SLY. Please R&R. Pizza tastes good in the morning...
I sat, typing away on my computer, trying to get the report done, when that fucking coward, Motoki, walked in, sniffling.
"Hey, Usagi, I stopped by the store on the way to work, and got you some donuts-your favorite Krispy Kremes, the crueler, the key lime pie donut, and some more."
He put the box on my desk gingerly. I picked it up and threw it in my trashcan in one fluid motion.
"Okay," Motoki said, sneezing. He walked out of the office, sniffling a lot more. I grabbed my tape recorder as soon as he left, and said into it, "Motoki seems to have caught something. I'm hoping that this will become pneumonia, and that weeks of lying in am uncomfortable hospital bed with no visitors will cause his abdominal muscles to become damaged, and he will be crippled the rest of his life." I turned the tape off, and kept typing, as if nothing had happened.
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I walked around the corner to grab some coffee, when there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Mamoru standing there, smiling.
"You don't think you can escape me, do you?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.
"No," I said. He took my hand and led me to his office. He suckled my neck, and whispered, "God, Usagi, I've got to have you."
"I need you too, Mamoru," I gasped as he bit my neck playfully. I knew by how hard he was sucking that I was going to have a hickey soon. He turned me around and kissed me on the lips. It was warm and tender, and he was fumbling with the buttons again. He succeeded, and my crisp white shirt was now haphazardly hanging on his chair. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, and his shirt was now on the floor - his chest, out for me to see was very muscular, and very sexy. His kisses got lower, his tongue running over my chest, as he tried to figure out how to unzip my bra.
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Once again, I woke up in a cold sweat, but no screaming. I didn't want to bother Minako in her moment of crisis this late at night, so I decided to get some of the leftover pizza that was in the fridge. I got up, looked out the door to make sure there was no naked Mamoru in sight, otherwise my dreams would begin to traumatize me. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed two paper towels, and the pizza boxes. As I was warming up some pepperoni pizza in the microwave, Mamoru walked in, wearing (thankfully) boxer shorts. He smiled as he saw me turn around and see him. My hair was down so that it almost hit the floor, and I was wearing a light blue tanktop and dark blue bikini bottom underwear. I blushed. I mean, we were both in our underwear, and if my dreams were to come true, well, our outfits meant easy access. "Hi," I said, smiling.
He smiled. "Couldn't sleep?"
I shook my head.
"Me neither." he said. "What are you doing?"
"Eating pizza. Want some?" I offered.
"Sure, but I'll eat mine cold," he said, grabbing a piece of sausage pizza. I took my pizza out of the microwave, and sat on the kitchen counter. He jumped up on the counter, and put the pizza boxes aside. I picked up a slice of warm pepperoni, and burned my fingers. "Oh, shit!" I cried.
"Hey, hey, whoa there, potty mouth. Let's see." he said.
"I'm fine." I said, putting my fingers in my mouth. "Hahhens ehehy hihe."
Translation: Happens every time.
He laughed and looked at me. "You know, I didn't know you had such long hair."
"That's cause I always wear it up." I said, taking my fingers out.
"You shouldn't." he said. He took the slice, bent it a little, then shoved it all in his mouth.
"Hm. Way to still be a high school jock." I said, having a bite of my pizza.
He looked at me, amused. "I seem like a jock?"
I nodded. "They were always shoving their food in their mouths."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Let me guess, you were a cheerleader?"
"Hell no." I said. "Cheerleaders suck. At least, they did when I was in high school. Maybe they've changed."
"Were you in anything?"
I smiled. "Marching band."
"No! You? A band dork?"
"Actually, more of a chorus dork, but yeah. I guess you could call me that."
"Hey, don't sweat it. What'd you play?"
"Colorguard."
"You were a flag girl?"
"Yeah."
"No way! You're such a klutz! How did you manage to do it correctly?"
"For some reason, I wasn't klutzy. It's like doing baton, you know?"
"So, you were a flag girl."
"Actually, I was known as 'rifle queen'."
"Mhmm. Can I see?"
"I don't know. Rifles could kill something in here." I said.
"Do you even have it?"
"Yeah, it's in the hat stand. It's been there since I moved in."
"So, can you relive your 'rifle queen' days?"
"Oh, no. You have to earn the queen's respect."
He smiled. "Okay, how about two slices - full slices - in my mouth at once?"
"Oh, gross," I said, cringing.
"Come on, 'rifle queen,'"
"I don't know..." I teased.
He held up his finger, and grabbed two slices. "One," he said, bending it and shoving it in. "Two," he said in a muffled voice, and shoved the other one in. His mouth looked like he was storing food for the winter. He took a painfully long time swallowing, then looked back at me. "Go on." he said, nudging me. I screwed up my face and smiled. "Come on, Usagi." he insisted.
I got off the counter, and grabbed my rifle and gloves out of the hat stand.
"Biking gloves?" he asked.
"They're called guard gloves. They protect our hands."
"Oh."
I grabbed a hair tie, tied my hair in a small loop, and put the gloves on. I put the rifle in my hands, and stood there. "I hate you." I said, smiling.
"Go on."
"Turn on the stereo softly, please." I said. He did, and 'Can't Fight The Moonlight' by Leanne Rhymes came on over the speakers. I did a beginning routine, and dropped the rifle. It made a loud cracking noise that resonated through the whole house. A huge crimson blush rose over my cheeks.
"Jeez, those things sound deadly," he said.
"Oh! I messed up! Start over! Start over!" I cried. He laughed at my little spaz attack, and started the song over. I did the most complicated things, such as my favorite - a 360 (spinning around in a circle after throwing the rifle, and catching it when you came forward). He cheered, and applauded, and kept his eyes locked on me. It felt, actually, really nice. I finished with a few speed spins (spinning with both hands instead of just one), when we heard a voice say, "Mamoru?"
He hit his hands on the counter, and jumped off, looking as if he forgot something really important. I put my rifle down, and went over to the girl that just emerged from Mamoru's room, wearing only a blanket.
"Hi, um, this is, um..." he said, not remembering the girl's name. I decided to jump in and save him for once.
"Hi, I'm Usagi, Mamoru's roommate," I said, shaking the girl's hand.
"Yuri," the girl said angrily.
"Yuri! Oh, Yuri, this is Usagi, Usagi, Yuri," he said.
"I think I-" I said, beckoning to my room.
"Oh! Okay! Yeah, sure!" Mamoru said. I waved, and sped off to my room.
"We were just-ºjust, y'know, nothing like that." he stuttered. She turned around angrily, and walked off to grab her clothes. She left, with Mamoru standing there, open-mouthed. I left my door slightly ajar, just to watch. He spotted my spying, and turned his gape into a smile.
"Hey," he said. "Can you teach me how to use one of those things?"
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"Okay, so here's the deal, Naoko, I-" I went to catch a cab, talking on my cell phone, when I spotted Motoki in front of me, also trying to catch a cab. He turned around when he heard my voice, but I just glared at him and decided to walk to my lunch with Minako.
A cab stopped at the curb in front of me, and Mamoru's head stuck out of the backseat window. "Share a cab?" he asked.
"No, that's okay," I said.
"I insist," he said.
Free cab ride versus walking. Guess which one won. I shrugged. "Why not?" I sat inside the cab, next to him, when his fingers lightly brushed my leg. A shiver of exhilaration traveled up each vertebrae of my spine.
"Oh, sorry," Mamoru said. "Going to lunch with Minako?"
"Mm-hmm." I said. "Although, I don't think I'll be having pizza anytime soon."
He chuckled, then looked back at my face. "Yeah, I guess we were up for a long time last night," His laughing face turned serious, and he said, "Have you been okay lately?"
I nodded. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Just dealing. That's all."
"I'm just worried, you know, after that-"
"What? Oh, Mamoru, I'm not researching hermaphrodites, okay? So just-"
"You've been up at all hours, and Minako's left tearful messages about copper, of all things-"
"I'm dealing, okay?" I snapped.
It was a silent ride until we got downtown. I stopped, holding the door, when I turned. "Look, Mamoru, I appreciate what you're doing, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl."
He nodded. "Just, well, let me know if you need me, okay?"
He actually cared about me? I closed the door, and watched the cab speed away. I walked into the restaurant, confused about what had just happened.
"Hey, hun!" Minako said, greeting me. She had a new ferocity in her eyes.
"Why'd you call me? Today's the rare day that we don't have lunch."
"I have some great news for you."
"Uh-oh."
"I'm serious."
"Sure."
"Listen, we looked at the polls at our meeting this morning. Asanuma finally catches on that twenty percent of his readers are women, so he gets to thinking that there should be an article about men, by women. He wants to make it about the woman's point of view about how men are so anal about things. He wants to know about things like male-pattern baldness, and how they don't gain weight, well, screw male baldness, we want to know the facts. We want to know why men can't commit, why men are selfish like that. We want to know what you know."
"What I know? Minako, I have notebooks filled with little factoids, I don't know anything about this!"
"Sure you do, okay?" We want to hear all about the copper impulse."
"Copulatory imperative."
"Whatever."
"Sure. Hey, can I have a Diet Coke please?" I asked the waiter.
"No, no, just listen Usagi! We'll give you a pen name, no one will even know it's-"
"No."
"Come on! It would be applying all the knowledge you know that's sitting and getting dusty, and you'll be doing your dear, sweet, best friend a huge favor."
I looked at her. Her lip was beginning to go into a pout, and I almost said no.
Then again, my notebooks were just sitting there, letting dust catch them and fade away the information. I thought for a few seconds.
"Well?" Minako cried. "Usagi, come on! Just say something! This could be great for you, but I won't let it anywhere near you, I promise!" She stared at me. "Say something!"
I looked at her. A pen name, huh?"
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Thank you so much to all of you who left reviews when I was sick. They were so sweet! muah! Kisses to all!
Oh, I had Usagi do colorguard because it's like baton, but you don't toss to break the ceiling, and plus, with her attacks in the show...well, you know.
I love you all! See you at chapter 8!
EternalSenshi