Till Someone Comes Along Chapter 10. Don't own SM or SLY. Please R&R. Got a hot date?
I fed Inu-chan, then ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "You done yet?"
"Got a hot date?" was the reply.
"No, I just have to pee."
"Well, be my guest," Mamoru said, tying his tie.
I picked up a packet on the counter top, and sat down. "What's this? Party Viagra? Condoms-to-go? Prepared for an orgy?"
"No, no, and no. It's Nicotine gum," he said. "Condoms-to-go?"
"You quit? Since when?"
"Since Michiru told me she wanted to marry a smoker," he said. Inu-chan ran into the bathroom and jumped up onto the toilet. I petted his head, and he looked at me lovingly.
"You know, why don't you put on a dress and come out with me tonight?" Mamoru asked.
"Why? So I can be the maid and clean up all the clothes you and your hooker shed?" I asked.
He looked at me, and said, "Nah, I'm flying solo tonight." The phone rang, and I ran to answer it. "Although, that may be for me," he called.
I slid across the floor, with Inu-chan at my heels. I grabbed the phone holding onto the table for balance, put it at my ear, and pressed the talk button. "Hello?"
"You're home. Does this mean you've come to your senses?" Minako said.
I rolled my eyes. "No."
"You naive bitch!" Minako cried.
"Shh! Listen, I only have a few hours to get ready, so I'm going to put on the pink dress and shoes you gave, and I'll talk to you tomorrow," I said.
"Okay. But Usa-" Minako said as I cut her off with hanging up. I turned my head slightly to see Mamoru staring at me.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" he asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I protested.
"Usagi, why-" he trailed off. I turned around all the way.
"Why let Motoki ruin your life?" he asked solemnly.
I looked at him incredulously. He actually cared? "There's nothing to be worried about," I said. "There's nothing going on."
He stared at me for a few more seconds, then grabbed a pen and pad of paper on the table. "Well, if you come to your senses, this is where I'll be," he said.
"Gee, thanks. I think I'll just jump into my PJs., play with Inu-chan, watch a little TV, go to bed early-" I said.
"Mm-hmm. You're already in your PJs.," he said. "Happy New Year."
"Same to you," I called. He closed the door, and I slipped on the marble floor while making a beeline for the bathroom.
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An hour came and went, and I was stuck at the table playing cards.
"Go fish," I said. Inu-chan took his cards and chewed them up on the floor.
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I turned on some music and read a new manga. My RENT CD was going on full blast volume, especially with my favorite song: Tango: Maureen. Inu-chan wanted to sing along. So he did.
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I'd been waiting for almost three hours, and Motoki hadn't called, although many of the neighbors did to make me turn off my CD. I made a bowl of popcorn, and turned on the TV to the New Years Celebration.
"Here's downtown's favorite guy, Yuu Kazama!" some announcer said.
"Thanks Araki. It was a little over twenty-four hours ago when Motoki Furuhata called to confirm his plans with Usagi Tsukino, but he hasn't called yet."
"Sounds harsh," Araki said.
"It seems that he's sticking to his August plans, leaving Usagi so he can screw another woma-" He didn't have time to finish as I turned off the TV. I must have been hallucinating or something.
I scratched Inu-chan's head as he fell asleep. He was so lucky. He didn't have to worry about things like this in the dog world. I grabbed the address Mamoru left behind, grabbed my coat, and walked out the door.
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With the address in hand, I walked down the streets looking for Mamoru's party. Lovers were walking down the street, all lovey-dovey and starry eyed-and laughing. I was sick of it. Do you know how frustrating it is to see couples all around you and not be part of one yourself?
(A/N: Oh! I do! Pick me! Pick me! I saw 8 couples at school on the bus before I came home!)
As I continued my walk, the number of couples grew. I didn't want to have to go through the systematic torture of seeing them all walk down the street. It was enough to break my heart again. I finally got to the townhouse where the party was, with people walking in and out, and music blaring on the stereo. I walked inside, amidst all these strange people-women with shaved heads, men wearing dresses, and other strange things. Suddenly, someone yelled "FIVE!"
Mamoru came down the stairs, and saw me standing in the crowd. "USAGI!" he screamed. I faintly heard it, but I didn't look up. I started to cry. I couldn't find him anywhere.
"Four, three, two, one-" I said, then looked around again. Tears were coming like Niagara Falls on my face, and I couldn't stop them. I just turned and ran.
"USAGI!" Mamoru cried again, but I was already out the door. I fell on the stairs, my shoe flying off my foot. I stayed on the ground, because I couldn't will myself to get up.
Mamoru ran out of the house, glass still in his hand. "USAGI! Usagi?" he said, looking down and seeing my crying on the concrete.
"Oh, shit," he said, putting his hands up to his forehead, glass and all. He put it on the snow-covered banister, and went over to help me up. I was sobbing in his arms as he held me. He looked at my face, and brushed my tears away.
"You came?" he said softly, almost childlike.
"Y-yeah. Mamoru, I should-"
"Why'd you let him hurt you?"
I stood, not knowing what to say. "Mamoru, I-" I was cut off by his lips coming down on mine, silencing anything else that wanted to come out.
Mamoru was drunk. I could tell as soon as he found me, and that's probably why he kissed me. But I...I kissed him back. And I wasn't drunk.
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Mamoru had a really bad hangover the next morning, so I woke up to the sound of a very quiet house. The phone rang, and I picked it up before Inu-chan had the chance to start barking at it.
"Hello?"
"Usagi, I-" SLAM! I slammed the phone down on my bedside table, grabbed Inu-chan's leash, and went for a walk. I wasn't going to talk to that asshole, Motoki. Not in a million years.
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I came back from a half an hour walk to find Mamoru standing in the kitchen, looking very unwell.
"Are you okay? You should be in bed!" I said, alarmed by his behavior.
He looked at me, his eyes closed enough to make it look like he was glaring at me. "Motoki called," he said groggily.
I groaned. "Again?"
Mamoru grunted. "About fifty times. He won't stop-" The phone rang. Mamoru went to go get it, when I said, "We'll screen."
We screened. We screened for about ten minutes, and after Motoki called for the fourteenth time, Mamoru left the phone receiver off the hook. I called Minako on my cell phone and told her the whole story.
"That fuck!" she screamed.
"Exactly," I said. I sighed. "You were right. You were so right."
"Aren't I always?" she said.
"So, how long was he with you?" I asked.
"A few days after he screwed you, till we both found out what a lying venomous bastard he is."
I groaned, and threw a pillow over my face. I screamed, although the sound was muffled.
"So, what do you want to do instead?" she asked. "Cause I called and you weren't home. I thought you'd have leapt onto the phone."
I blushed and stayed silent. "Umm..."
"Ooh! Something must have happened, because I can imagine you blushing right now!"
"Mmrksm." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Someone kissed me."
"Well!" she cried. "Does this pair of lips have a name?"
"May-be, say, Minako, how was Rei's party? Any of her straight friends there?"
"What's his name?"
"I dunno."
"Liar."
"What if I don't want to tell you?"
"What if you want to tell me?"
"What if-"
"What if you stop all this bullshit and tell me who it was? It was a man, right?"
"If you could call him that."
She gasped. "A CROSSDRESSER!" she screamed.
"Whoa! No crossdresser! It was not a crossdresser!" I cried. "Why do you always assume I'm with a crossdresser or having a threesome?"
"It's fun to assume the worst," she said. "Now spill!"
"It was...oh, you're going to make fun of me!"
"No, I'm not. I'm your best friend! Now, TELL ME!" she demanded.
"It was...Mmru."
"Who?"
"It was...Mmru."
"Speak up, darling, and let me know who your new love interest is."
"It was... MamorubuthewasreallyreallydrunkandIdon'tthinkheknewwhathewas-" I rushed.
"MAMORU!"" she cried.
"Minako! Shh! You said you wouldn't make fun of me!" I whined.
"How did this happen?"
"He was drunk! I told you, he was drunk!"
"He was drunk."
"Uh-huh!"
"Okay," she said in a voice that otherwise meant 'I totally do not believe you'.
"Minako!" I whined again.
"Whatever, Usagi. See you later," she said, then hung up. I hung up, embarrassed and angry, and walked to the kitchen. Mamoru sat there, looking pained. "Usagi?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you shoot me with your rifle?"
I smiled. "It's not real, hun," I got a paper towel and started running it under cold water.
"When did you start calling me an endearing term?" he asked.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"You called me 'hun.'"
"No I didn't," I blatantly denied.
"Yeah, you did."
Uh oh, I did. "Just...lie down," I said, changing the subject.
"Ugh...I hate hangovers." he groaned.
"Well, you don't get them very often," I said. "So, it's gotta hurt." I went over to him and put the paper towel on his forehead. "Just relax, okay? I'll make you soup later."
"Oh, fuck, Usagi, I don't have a fever or the flu," he said.
"But you're still sick. Just relax, okay?" I said calmly.
He gave in, and fell asleep on the couch. He looked so cute, just like a little boy...a very...cute...little...boy...
What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't fall in love with him! It just wasn't possible! Things like this don't happen. If you fall in love with a guy who has his 'sexual release', his copulatory imperative would take over, and he'd move on to another girl, thus leaving you in the mess he left behind. But still...
As he was gently drifting off to dreamland, I bent down, and kissed him on the lips. I looked up, blushed, and ran for my cell phone.
"Minako? Why don't you believe me?"
"About what? Spawn of Satan or Devil Incarnate?"
I was confused. "Which is which?"
"Doesn't matter. Listen, Usagi, you've been drunk before, right?"
"You know I have Mina-"
"Let's make this easy. Just answer 'yes' or 'no'."
"Yes."
"I've been drunk too, Usagi. Being drunk impairs your vision all right. But, being drunk makes you more honest."
"What?" (A/N: Yes, this is a proven fact.)
"Say I hated you, which I don't, and I pretended to be your friend, which I'm not."
Anyone else confused?
"If I was drunk," she continued, "and you pissed me off, then I'd tell you the exact truth."
I sat for a few seconds, piecing this together. So, if Mamoru was drunk, and he kissed me...
"But, I'm not saying it's exact." Minako said. "But it's usually what happens."
"How do you know?"
"We did an article about it a couple of months ago." Minako said. (A/N: I learned it in Driver's Ed.). She stayed silent. "You love Mamoru, don't you?"
"No! Don't be ridicu-"
"You kissed him back."
"No!"
"Dr. Mason must be having second thoughts, huh?"
"Minako, I...I..."
"If you love him-"
My mind was too confused and my heart was too broken to continue the conversation.
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Let me know if any of you like this story.
See you at chapter 11!
EternalSenshi