Till Someone Comes Along Chapter 14. Don't own SM or SLY. Please R&R. Matchmaker, matchmaker, where might you be?...

Note: This part of the story came from me. I decided I couldn't stop writing it, and therefore, came up with my own material. If you are offended in any way, please let me know. But, if you're just going to say it sucks and leave it at that, don't say it. If you don't like it, please give a reason. Arigatou gozaimasu.

I pulled away quickly. "Stop!" I cried.

He looked at me oddly, and said, "What's wrong?"

I put my fingers to my lips, and said softly, "I can't do this."

He looked even more confused. "But, you just went on a rampage about how you needed me, just like I need you."

My mind went into little flashback clips: after my nightmare when he picked out my clothes, night of the pizza, when he grabbed my book and ran around the room...

Feelings were welling up inside, but I couldn't exactly explain why. And then, it hit me. It felt completely unexpected and unpredicted, but I knew I needed to tell him. I had to. And I was probably going to break his heart. But it had to be said. I needed to come right out and say it. I-I was going to hurt him.

God damn it! Why is this so hard!

"Mamoru, I can't do this because...because..."

Just come out and say it!

"Because...?" Mamoru asked.

I gulped. "Because..."

"Well?" he asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Because you're more like a brother to me!" I blurted out.

His eyes widened. "Wh-what?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I just dropped my head. But, it was true. I couldn't deny it.

Mamoru lifted my face up, and stared into my eyes, searching for an answer. "You're joking, right?" he asked weakly.

"I only wish I were." I whispered. I was going to cry.

He let my head go. It was as if he were in a trance. He turned around sadly, and walked away. I could only stand and watch him. The crowd seemed to thicken around us, but all I could notice was the distance between us, as if we were parting the Red Sea of people, and how it was growing larger and larger, knowing it was my fault.

I couldn't let anyone know.

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I came back late that night, wondering if Mamoru was okay. I was afraid I was going to find some suicide note on the fridge. Luckily, there was nothing, but I had to make sure that he was okay.

As I walked up to his room, he opened the door, Inu-chan at his heels, and jacket in hand. "Oh!" he said, surprised.

He looked fine. I felt foolish. "Um-" I said, turning red.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between us. "Well, I'm off," he said.

"Wait! Where are you going?" I asked.

He grabbed his keys. "On a date."

"When did this happen?"

He clanked them. Hard. "You were gone for over five hours. People can meet people."

"Oh." I bowed my head, and turned. "I'll be packing if you need me."

"Packing?" he asked, confused.

"Well, yeah," I said, blushing ever redder. "I can't possibly stay here, can I?"

He looked at me as if I'd forgotten Christmas. "This was just for business, Usagi. Even if I wasn't like a brother to you. You can stay."

I cringed. "Look, I'm sorry about what I said-"

"I don't want to hear about it," he growled. He slammed the door as he left.

I sighed and dropped to the floor. Inu-chan came up and licked my face, so I held him close to me.

Mamoru was wounded. And no wonder, really. He thought that we would be a happily ever after, but I had to crush his heart, just like Mitsune. I felt as if I had murdered him or something.

Suddenly, I got an idea. It was stupid, I know, but nonetheless, an idea to keep me on my feet for a while. Besides, if Mamoru can bounce back easily, who said that I can't? I put Inu-chan down, grabbed the phone book, and started searching. When I finally found what I was looking for, I grabbed the receiver and dialed the number.

"Hello, Cupid's Arrows?"

A dating service. That showed you I was desperate.

Don't you see? If I find a boy through one of these, then I can leave Mamoru, and all of this behind. Except, Inu-chan comes with me. No ands, ifs, or buts.

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"Hello, Miss Tosukino." a nasally (very nasally) woman said at my interview.

"TSUkino." I corrected her.

"Right. Okay, I'm going to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Um, sure." I said nervously.

"Name?"

"Usagi Tsukino."

"Age?"

"Twenty-five."

"Birthday?"

"June 30."

"Weight?"

"Why should I tell you that?"

"Braces?"

"No."

"Glasses and or contacts?"

"Do you see me wearing any?"

"Beaches?"

"What kind of a question is that?"

"Do you like books?"

"Some mange, Har-"

"Do you consider yourself a witch slash wicken slash magical girl?"

"Not if this is reality, lady."

"Are you a groupie?"

"NO!"

And so on and so forth for about three hours. The questions after my name, age and birthday were completely ridiculous. Some of them didn't even make sense! Beaches - what was I supposed to say? Was this some sort of test? Would I get ranked?

After that, it was time for the photo and film. Those were...well, I hope they'll look better when they're done.

The camera was one of those old fashioned ones with the flash powder, and made me jump as the picture was being taken. I looked like a deer in the headlights, which was turning into deer on the sidewalk.

Then came the film, where they used all my personal information to form a script. I skimmed through it, my eyes reaching the top of my forehead.

Oh yeah, it was that bad.

"I'M NOT ANY OF THIS!" I cried. "It says I'm eighteen, and I'm a groupie, and...I like to call myself Reality Girl!"

It took them an hour to fix, even though the nasally woman insisted that I 'spice it up'. I hope she 'shoves it up' her ass.

When they had finally finished redoing it, I paid them the standard fee (what a rip off...Bill Gates can't even afford it...), and went home, thoroughly exhausted.

Mamoru, on the other hand, had other plans- those of which I found out about from my best friend.

"Mamoru and I are back together," Minako told me at lunch.

I spat out my soda across the table, and started coughing. "W-WHAT!" I cried between coughs.

He called me the day of your broadcast," she said.

That asshole! That JERK!

"He said he'd been thinking about me."

That's a lie! A lie! He'd been thinking about me! Who'd he been kissing on the sidewalk? ME!

"So, we got together again!"

That funny feeling I'd had when I was kissing him was coming back and punching me in the stomach.

"Usagi? You okay?"

"Huh?"

"You look as if you either want to throw up, or break that glass you're holding."

My glass shattered. We looked down at it in surprise, and I shoved it away. I sighed. "Minako, the first go around wasn't good- why go back for more?"

She smiled. "I'm only doing it for the sex."

"WHAT!" I cried, standing up and banging my fist on the table. "That is so low! You should go out with someone because you like them- not to use them!"

"Whoa! Usagi, sit down!" Minako said, pulling my shirt. I was still fuming, but I sat. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I mumbled angrily. There had to be another reason. Minako wouldn't do that. Mamoru, yes, Minako, no.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said, brushing some of my bangs away. But this feeling was driving me nuts.

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I was really pissed.

When I mean really pissed, you just had to be there to see how pissed I was.

I got replies for my dating ad.

The phone machine was filled to the brim with answers- insane pleas for help. So, like the blonde ditz that I am, I answered back. I went to dinner at the same restaurant, many, many times. Too many times, in fact.

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"Do you know how much money you make?"

"Uh, no." I said.

"Well, it's probably not as much as I make!"

I didn't know what to say. Except this: "I need to go to the powder room."

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"Are your bottom teeth straight?" asked a dentist, fixating his stare on my teeth.

I put my hand over my mouth and excused myself to the powder room.

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"So, I hear you're a salesman!" I said brightly.

The date took his napkin and wiped his silverware furiously. He then took out some cleaning spray, and started spraying everywhere.

"Well, I-" I started, until I was hit in the face with some cleaning spray. It was the stuff that you really shouldn't get in your face. I bolted to the powder room.

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"You know, Shusuke, you're the most interesting guy I've ever met," I said.

"Oh, you too, Usagi," he said, looking at the door for about the tenth time in a minute.

"Why are you so frantic? Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing, just-"

"SHUSUKE!"

"Hey, Natsumi," he said meekly, hiding his face.

I looked up. Sure enough, my sister-in-law was there.

"Hi, Usagi. Sorry to have to tell you, but this is my brother. He's married." she said. "You ass! I can't believe I call you family!"

I put my head in my hands and groaned.

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"So, you're in TV?" Aoki asked. He was normal. He wasn't married. And he was cute!

"Yeah. I'm the assistant manager," I said. Aoki was so CUTE! And smart, and a gentleman. And perfect!

We had been talking for hours, until a woman in a white coat came up to us.

"Come on, Aoki. It's time to go."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Dr. Mizuno. I'm his clinician. I'm here to take him back to the clinic."

"Okay," Aoki said.

"Clinic?" I asked.

"The A-S-Y-L-U-M." Dr. Mizuno spelled out. "We better get going."

"Bye, nice lady!" Aoki said, walking away with Dr. Mizuno. I waited until they had left before I burst into tears. Loudly.

Suddenly, someone came up to me and handed me a tissue. "Thank you," I said, grabbing the tissue and not looking up.

"Why's a pretty girl like you crying?" the person asked. It was a man - or a very masculine woman. I wasn't really sure.

"Because," I gulped and took a deep breath. "Because I couldn't be with the man I thought I loved, but maybe I didn't love, but I could still love, and he's going out with my best friend, which I know is just to spite me, and I went to a dating service gone wrong, probably from Hell, and I got all these weirdoes and nutty people, and I'M ALONE!" I wailed.

He (or she, but I'm pretty sure it was a he) smiled, looking a little embarrassed. "I'm here."

I looked up with a little pout. "But I don't know you."

"I'm Seiya Kou," he said.

"I'm Usagi Tsukino," I said with a small voice.

"Nice to meet you."

I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look at the person in front of me. "M...Mamoru?"

He looked like Mamoru- hair, eyes, smile, but he looked like another person at the same time. I had no doubt he was a boy, and I thought Mamoru was playing a trick on me.

He shook his head, confused. "I'm Seiya."

"This is a cruel joke, Mamoru," I said angrily.

"I'm Seiya," he said.

I dissolved into tears again. He came over to my side of the table and started patting me awkwardly on the shoulder.

"There, there," he said, sounding not quite sure what to say.

I sighed, wiping my eyes. "It's not your fault."

"Let me buy you a drink, okay?" he said.

"Oh, no, don't worry about it," I said, sniffling and wiping my eyes some more. "Sorry to ruin your evening. Thank you, anyway."

"No, I insist. And, you didn't ruin my evening. I was here by myself."

"Y-you mean, you don't have anyone?" I asked.

He laughed slightly. "I guess you could say that I'm in a dating rut. Come on, I'll buy you dinner to make up for your rotten one."

I blushed. This guy was cute, charming, and - I knew I didn't want to go down that path again. One Motoki character in my life was enough.

But he was so fucking CUTE!

"Um, well, maybe a little bit, okay?" I said.

He smiled and helped me into my seat.

A gentleman.

"Now then, what would you like?" he asked.

Try smiling...

"I dunno." I said.

I could smack myself!...but he probably thought I was weird enough as it was.

"Well, how about we go get some-"

Don't say it, don't say it...

"Junk food?" I squeaked.

He shrugged. "I was going to say sushi, but junk food is fine."

"No, no, no! Sushi's great! I love sushi!" I said excitedly. Maybe a little too excitedly.

"Great. I know this great little sushi place just down the road," he said. He got up and helped me out of my chair. Then, he held out his arm for me.

"Shall we?" he asked.

I hesitated, until I saw that some luck was still shining on me. Mamoru walked in with Minako. Minako didn't notice me, but went running straight to the bathroom. Mamoru, on the other hand, was giving me a very odd look. There was only one thing to do.

"We shall," I said defiantly, and I walked out with Seiya.

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I know that Seiya is a girl in the story, but I wanted to make her a boy for this part. Just pretend she's in anime form, and doesn't transform.

Hope y'all like this. This will go on-I have more! Please let me know what you think, and if you don't like it, please tell me either why or some suggestions to make it better. But also let me know what you do like!

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