Till Someone Comes Along Chapter 11. Don't own SM or SLY. Please R&R. Flying paperweights...

On the return day of work, I stepped into the elevator, and stood calmly, yet stiffly, as Motoki walked in after me. A girl stood in between us, making it hard to talk quietly.

"Usagi?"

"Shut up," I snapped at him.

"Usagi, why didn't you return my call-"

"You mean, the calls you made after the call you didn't make?" I said loudly.

"I can explain-"

"Explain? Why would I want to hear your shitty excuse?"

If you couldn't tell, I was pissed. All throughout the holiday, it was phone call after phone call. Natsumi even called me on my cell and asked me why I wasn't talking to her. She was sobbing, even though I had explained the whole thing. Finally, Shingo came on the line and said she was going through a very emotional time. Hormones, he said. Why have babies, I wondered, if all you're going to do is eat and cry?

Motoki shoved the girl in between us over so we could talk, but I stared very fixedly at the wall, not wanting to look at him.

"I meant to call."

I meant to bring a hammer.

"Usagi, I really did."

"Sure you did," I said sarcastically.

"I did."

"Yeah, Motoki, you sure did. In fact, I bet you were screwing and fucking all around the holiday season, with girls you 'meant to call'. Well, I won't have it," I said.

He shoved the girl back, and looked at me sourly, like a little boy would when he doesn't get his way. The girl laughed at him, and called him an asshole.

"Do you work here?" I snapped.

"I want a job," she said defensively.

"Good." I glared at Motoki, and pointed at him. "You can have his."

"Wha!" he protested. "Usagi, I-"

The elevator doors opened, and I walked into the office lobby. "Good morning!" I cried cheerfully.

"Good morning," I was greeted back by most of my co-workers.

"Usagi, can we talk about-" Motoki started, rushing after me.

"Good morning Aya!" I said, grabbing my messages.

"Hey, Usagi," she said, smiling.

"Usagi, we need to sit and talk-"

"No, we don't," I cut him off curtly. He followed me into my office, and was met with my door slamming into him.

"Go away, Motoki," I said, slamming my briefcase on my desk. I walked past him briskly to grab my cup of morning coffee. He actually had the nerve to follow me.

"I know it was horrible of me not to call-"

"No, it's actually okay!" I said. "You've me free. I'm a free at last, thank God. For once in six months, I'm finally happy, and I haven't thought of you fondly for about-"

I looked up to see Setsuna stopping by the kitchen. She was wearing a very short black skirt, hooker-style shoes with the long 'stick-up-your-ass' heels, with a very sparkly silver tank top. Her hand was gripping the wall, with a sparkly ring on her ring finger. The ring had a small pink heart that looked as smooth as a stone.

MY ring. The ring he had bought me so long ago, and I threw back at him after we broke up.

"Board meeting in ten minutes." she said. She smiled at Motoki, and walked away, shaking her bloody ass. He looked at me, mouth agape, my coffee overflowing.

"Something wrong?" he asked. I snapped back into reality and turned off the coffee dispenser. I was shaking so much, the coffee spilled all over the floor and onto my shoes. This happened to be boiling hot coffee.

"SHIT!" I screamed. He tried to help me, but I punched him in the eye. He stumbled and fell flat on his back.

I examined my hand. "I knew one day these muscles would come in handy." I muttered. I looked back at Motoki, groaning in pain.

"Setsuna's wearing your ring! The shirt that you bought me when we were together! Do you remember that, or was that something else you meant to do to!" I screamed. I stepped over him, walking back to my office. He got up, holding his eye.

Oh, this was just great. I had a stalker in my office, I had hot coffee on my feet, and I was shaking like a vibrating cell phone.

"Usagi," he said, blundering after me, "I meant to tell you that Setsuna and I were back together, but-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. BACK together!" I cried.

"We went away after Christmas. It was horrible of me not to call, but-"

"Get out," I whispered. I started fanning myself with my messages.

"Usagi-"

"GET OUT!" I screamed. I picked up my paperweight, and chucked it at his head.

Bullseye.

Mamoru walked by to see Motoki walking away with the damage, and me, walking out of my office, completely enraged.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "And what happened to him?"

"Sena!" I cried. "Setsuna...Sena!"

"I-what?" he said, bewildered.

"Setsuna-Sena-Setsuna!" I stuttered like a imbecile.

"Yeah, add 'tsu' to Sena, you get Setsuna, I'm Maru without the 'mo'-"

"She's the Sena! Motoki's Sena!"

"Whoa! Whoa, calm down," he said, pulling me into the storage closet. He closed the door and turned on the light. "Motoki and Setsuna are together?"

"Paperclips." I said, trying to distract myself. "This is where they are, and Hayashi didn't have the decency to-"

"Usagi! Stay focused!"

"What?" I was so shocked by the news of Motoki and Setsuna, I think I lost some brain cells.

"Setsuna and...Motoki? They're together?"

"BACK together! Together AGAIN!" I cried, still fanning myself frantically.

"Shh! Calm down Usagi!"

"AGAIN!"

"Usagi, it's okay."

"AGAIN!"

"Shhhh! Calm down!"

"AGA-"

His hand covered my mouth. "I get it." He contemplated for a couple of seconds. "Really?"

"YEAH!"

"Shhhh! Okay, okay, Usagi." He put his hands on my shoulders, held me pinned against the wall, and looked me squarely in the eye. "We've got to go in there dignified, okay? We have to go in there, so you've got to pull yourself together."

I nodded.

"So you're not going to cry. Don't cry."

My face scrunched up the way it always does when I'm about to cry.

"No, Usagi, come on, please don't cry, okay?"

I didn't know what to do. If I opened my mouth, would I cry?

"Come on Usagi, please?"

"Okay." I said tearfully. I sounded like a five year old in trouble.

"Atta girl." he said. I sniffled, and shook my head, hearing it crack my neck.

"Okay? Okay," I said. It wasn't much of a pep talk, but it was the best I could do.

We walked out of the closet to see the whole lobby staring at us, apparently waiting for us to walk out. Mamoru put his arm around me, and said, "Well, it's time we got out of the closet, right, honey?"

I blushed, wanting to cry, until Mamoru steered me around and walked me to the meeting. We sat on the couch in Setsuna's office, and I was still fanning myself frantically. Motoki walked in with a black eye and a bloody nose, and sat in Mamoru's usual chair, a box of tissues in his hand. I wanted to scream. He sat down comfortably, and sniffled, looking at me. I glared at him, and I think I blacked out.

"Hey, Usagi." he said.

Release of the hounds. I got up and grabbed him by the hair, and threw him down on the floor. I kicked, and kicked, and kicked hi until his blood was all over the floor.

Wake up into reality. Mamoru was shaking me gently as I had crumpled my messages and was now fanning myself with my shaking fist. I was fanning so fast, I came close to hitting myself. I stopped fanning, opened up my fist and uncrumpled my messages. I started fanning myself again, and Mamoru took his binder and, I guess to make it look like I was doing something natural, and started fanning me too.

"Is it hot in here?" he asked. "I'm starting to think it is. Are you okay Usagi?" He turned to Mitsuke. "She's had a cold for a while," he explained. "You know, fever, chills, all that shit - are you sure you don't want to go home?" he asked me.

I nodded, feeling my heart race at over the highest speed on the speedometer in any car.

Setsuna strutted in, brushing back her hair and winking at Motoki nonchalantly. I was too distracted by fanning myself to throw her a glare. She sat down at her desk, put her legs up, and lounged as if she were a porn star. She looked like such a whore.

"All right, where are we on guests?" she asked, sounding cool and collected.

I saw myself strangling her, with her eyes bulging like a frogs. I was busy fanning, and answered with evil laughter at the thought of Setsuna choking to death. Everyone was staring at me.

"Uh-we've got the whole week's lined up, don't we, Usagi?" Mamoru said, grabbing my notebook.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I said distractedly, stopping my satanic little laugh.

"Great," Setsuna said, not really noticing. "New movie?"

"Oh, I saw it," Motoki said. "It's great. It's about this guy who tries to learn about the Artistic Revolution, and falls in love with this girl. They're totally in love, and they show the whole love story firs-excuse me." he said, wiping his eye (the one I hadn't killed yet). "Oh, he was just so in love, and they get into a huge fight. He dies of a terrible disease, and she never told him how much she really cared about him. You can just see the tears, just flowing, down her face. It's..." he trailed off as I started laughing. "What?"

"Is this a joke?" I asked between laughs. Mamoru started laughing along with me, but I was about to die. "I mean, this has to be a joke, right?" I said, still laughing.

"He's hysterical!" Mamoru said. I'm not quite sure he knew what he was laughing about.

"This is a joke, right?" I said, about to fall over.

"No," Motoki said, confused. "I saw it two nights ago."

"Heh, heh, what's so funny, Usagi?" Setsuna asked.

"I mean, this girl just starts CRYING, cause he dies. So, you're saying that someone's got a disease, right?" I said, getting up and starting to scream. "But, if he's just faking it so he can screw some other bitch, do you think he's going to get any sorry fucking pity? Do you? Do you even think there is any fucking pity!"

Everyone was looking at me, shocked. "There is none! And I'll tell you why: because he's a fucking, fucking asshole! Someone please explain it to me, because I do not get it!" I screamed, throwing my wrinkled messages at Motoki. Mamoru put his head in his hands and groaned as I walked away completely infuriated. Everyone in the lobby was staring at me and whispering as I stormed to my office.

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I went to Mitsuke's desk, looking at her, embarrassed. "Mitsuke, is she free?"

Mitsuke nodded. "She is."

I nodded. "Thanks," I walked into Setsuna's office, and knocked on the door lightly. She was lounging on the couch, reading the newspaper, when she looked up and saw me. "Come in," she said gravely.

I came in, and sat down tentatively on a chair. She put down her newspaper, and sat up. "Do you know what happened to Motoki? The black eye and bloody nose?"

I shook my head convincingly. "Not a clue."

"Hmmm," she said, thinking. Then, she looked back at me. "Do you know why you burst out this morning?"

"Yes," I said firmly.

"Well, I do too."

I almost laughed. "You couldn't."

"I could."

"You couldn't."

"I could, and I do."

"No, you-"

"Some guy tore up your dreams of romance and soulmates, and you took it out upon poor, defenseless Motoki, all because he saw a movie that reminded you of the heartache."

Yeah, right. And I'm a princess.

"I'm right, aren't I?" she said.

"More or less," I lied, with a fake smile gracing my lips.

She nodded. "Do you love him?"

I burst out laughing. "No way in hell! Not anymore!"

She looked a little shocked by my sudden fit of laughter. "Have you talked to him?"

"No!" I said, still laughing. Boy, if only she knew the truth. "I don't talk to fucking cowardly bastards."

"I would talk to him," she said. "Hear his side of the story. Listen, my boyfriend tried to leave me. He did leave me. Did you see it?"

I thought back to the day she had yelled at me, after I'd found out about Motoki's little hobby. "N-no." I said.

"Right. I had to keep it all in. I thought that if I didn't ever talk to him and tell him how I felt about him, he'd never leave me, and I'd be safe. But, I was wrong: he did leave. I was torn, I was devastated, but I wouldn't let anyone see it. So, I went to his apartment, holding a bag of McDonald's take out – his favorite junk food, and told him that I loved him and needed him. Then, he let me in, grabbed my–"

"I get the point, Setsuna," I said hurriedly. She was turning into a female Mamoru with the descriptions.

"The point is, you may think you don't love him, but if you talk to him, he'll probably crack the layer of cement around your heart, and it will be golden."

She made no sense. But, I nodded and thanked her, then quickly left her office. I wasn't about to talk to Motoki-not without cracking his skull first. So, I went to my office, sat in my chair, and wrapped myself in my extra blanket. Life is confusing, and I only knew a few things. I definitely knew that Setsuna was wrong.

End of chapter 11! So many responses...thanks to all! The new format wins, as you can tell. But, thank you to all those kind reviews, they really made my day. I love you all! Okay, end of the corny session. See you at chapter 12. Only nine left to go! The rest of the chapters will be reformatted this weekend. EternalSenshi