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Chapter 5: Will This NIGHT ever END???????????????? Part 2
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She did not just do that! She did not just scream like some mad escapee from the mental institute!!!
Usagi gasped in disbelief, slapping a hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe it! What would her family think? Her eyes widened as dismay and horror filled their light blue depths. Her family!!!
Already Usagi could hear doors opening and the disgruntled voices of her family who had been rudely awakened once more by her piercing screams. Only this time they wouldn't find her in her bed alone!
But it wasn't her family's reaction as a whole she was afraid of. Oh no. . . it zeroed in on one over-protective, extremely temperamental father whose veins would burst from his forehead if he saw any boy-or in this case- man touching his daughter.
'Oooh. . . this will not bode well with Daddy,' she thought with growing anxiety. And she had to somehow get free from Mamoru-baka's clutches and lock the door to her room to prevent her family from entering. It was her only hope!
Usagi gazed imploringly at Mamoru. "Please let me go," she pleaded. Never would she have begged the cold-hearted, upper-classman for anything! But as the saying goes: 'Desperate times calls for desperate measures'.
"Why? This is the perfect start to declare to everyone that you're mine. And what better way to start off with your family?" He stated smugly.
'That's it!' She thought, gaping. 'He's officially insane!!!'
Hearing the footsteps nearing her door, panic gripped her, instincts kicked in. She didn't know how she knew to escape from her predicament--- she only reacted. She slammed her head repeatedly against Mamoru's chest until he groaned from pain and released her from being encased between his thighs.
Once Usagi was set free and standing, she stiffened in alarm when she saw the knob begin to turn; therefore, allowing the door to push open.
'Nooooo!' With a speed of light, she ran and flung her body weight against the door, effectively shutting it. Hearing surprised yelps and thumps, Usagi could only guess that the domino effect took place, making her family lose their balance and fall to the floor.
Locking the door, she leaned back against it, sighing in relief as she slid down to the ground.
She was out of danger.
"USAGI! What is the _meaning_ of this???" Her mother demanded from the other side.
The girl in question winced.
'Spoke too soon!' A voice in her mind taunted, sounding eerily like Mamoru.
"Shut up," she muttered, scowling. She glanced up, hearing the sound of the door knob being turned frantically. It went still all of a sudden and then someone knocked against the door. Usagi cringed with every knock.
"Usagi," the stern voice of her father filtered through, "why is the door locked? Answer me young lady. And while you're at it, what were you screaming about now?"
"Umm, uhhhh," she sputtered, "it's private!"
"What is so private about it that you must lock the door?" Kenji said, obviously in interrogation mode.
Usagi scratched her head, clearly at a loss at what to say next. "I, I, I can't tell you! It's really embarrassing!!!" She nodded her head, pleased. Now her father knows better to back down, if his daughter was too humiliated to discuss it.
"We're your family Usagi, there isn't anything you can't tell us," Kenji scolded.
Usagi wanted to scream and pull her hair out. 'Why can't _anything_ go my way? Huh? Just once!!!!'
Since Kenji was met with silence, he replied in all seriousness, "Okay Usagi, I'm going to count to three. If you haven't answered by then, you'll immediately open this door. If you do not do as I say, you will be grounded for two weeks for being insolent. You hear? I'm going to start counting now."
Usagi was desperately grasping at straws now. What could she _possibly_ say???!!!!
"One. . ."
"What to say. what to say." She chanted frantically.
"Two. . ."
Her head was being met with her hand. "Think!. . . think!. . ."
"Three. . ."
At the same time, Usagi yelled at the top of her lungs in frustration, "IscreamedbecauseIwasdecidingwhatIwasgoingtowearfortomorrowandIfoundthatmyfa voriteblousehasholesinthem!!!!!!!!!!!"
From the other side of the door, her parents and little brother gave each other a bewildered look.
Speaking for the entire family once more, Ikuko said, "Can you repeat that again, Usagi?"
Usagi took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Boy she was tired!!! She then repeated, with more emphasis of distress in her voice and wailed, "I screamed because I was deciding what I was going to wear for tomorrow and I found that my favorite blouse has holes in them!!!!!!!!!!"
"Holes," repeated Shingo dumbly, "she screamed because her blouse has holes in them?" His eyes then burned from anger. "THAT'S why she woke us up????? Because her stupid blouse has HOLES IN THEM???!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hey!!!" she screeched, indignant. To think he was calling her excuse stupid??? It was one of her most brilliant ideas! Then she faltered. 'Brilliant?' She thought about it some more, then sweat dropped and hung her head. 'It _was_ stupid.'
"Shingo!" Ikuko snapped. "Watch your language! Now go to bed!!!!"
"But. . . but. . ."
"No buts," Ikuko replied firmly, "go to bed!"
Usagi could hear Shingo grumbling as he walked away: "How can I if she's always screaming?"
"You too Dear," Ikuko said to her husband, now calm. When the steps of her father faded away, her mother asked, "Is that the only reason why you screamed Usagi? There isn't anything else you wish to tell me?"
Usagi's cheeks turned bright red. "No. It's okay Mom. There isn't anything else you need to know." Silently, she thought, 'Not that you would be able to handle the truth anyhow.' She cringed. Oh yeah. It was better for all who was concerned that her family didn't know about her "gift". Her face scrunched up. 'Now that's an odd way of putting it.'
"Are you sure?"
Glancing at the bed, where a smirking Mamoru laid upon it, with forced cheer she replied, "Yep. I'm sure."
"Alright," she said. Usagi could imagine the concern look written across her mother's face. "Good night Usagi, and if you need _anything_. . . don't hesitate to ask."
Usagi smiled. "I won't Mom! Good night!" Pressing her ear against the door, she waited till she could hear the door to her parent's room close only to sigh in exhaustion. "That was a close one," she mumbled.
"I'm hurt Usako. Does this mean you're ashamed to be seen with me?"
Glaring at him heatedly, she was about to give a scathing reply when it occurred to her that he didn't call her by that hated name. Eyes wide, she asked, "What did you just call me?"
"Oh, I see. You want to hear me say it again?" Gazing at her with amusement, he purred seductively, "Usako."
'Aaaaarrrrrrgggh! He's such a pain.' Once and for all, she was going to figure out what the hell is wrong with that baka! Getting up from her place on the floor, she marched to her closet and began to pull some things out of it.
Mamoru, grinning, said, "What are you going to do with those Usako? Something kinky I hope." He seemed way too eager for Usagi's taste but she didn't let him deter her from her task.
When she was done, she carried the items and placed them on her desk. Picking one of them up, she turned to her nemesis. "You are going to tell me what you are doing tied to my bed, Mamoru-baka. And it better be a good excuse! Then when you are done explaining, tell me where the key is. If not, so help me I'm going to pry it out of you. . . and it won't be pretty!"
"Are you going to be playing nurse?" He grinned wolfishly. "Trust me, it would be so much nicer if you were naked."
"Hentai!" She gasped outraged by his offhand manner. She whacked him on the head with a. . . with a Barbie Doll?????
Mamoru sighed, not affected in the least by the hit he took to his head. "Too bad it's the doll that's wearing the nurse uniform." He eyed it. "If you are not ready to part with your clothes, will you do me a favor and take off the doll's instead? It will help me to envision your lovely body in its place." He had a dreamy look on his face.
Face turning beet red, she gave an uncharacteristic snarl and bashed him on the head even harder than the first time.
It was Usagi's desire to revive him back to the same Mamoru who enjoyed taunting her in the arcade this afternoon. Not this. . . this fiend who had this obsession to see her naked and grope her!!! GRRR! She took her other hand to wrap around the doll, hitting him, blind with rage.
POP!
Usagi stopped, doll held in mid-air, and watched in horror as the head was severed from the doll's body and smacked against her window. Motionless, she looked down at the doll she had since she was eight years old.
It was dead.
"Well, it won't be the same without a head but I guess I can make do without it. . ."
It was DEAD?????
". . .it's not like I was going to look at its face while it was naked anyway."
Her face slowly raised to make eye contact with the baka. Inch. . . by sweet little inch. By the time she reached her destination, her left eye was twitching. Oh yeah. She was going to need intensive therapy once she sees her psychiatrist on Monday after school.
Throwing the doll over her shoulder, she reached for the second item. It was something she had stolen from Shingo a long time ago. She had hated the damn thing because her little brother use to love torturing her with it every chance he got. But at this very moment, she knew she was going to enjoy it with every fiber of her being.
She raised it in the air and collected a gumball and placed it in position. _This_ should intimidate him! She sniggered.
But reading this far into the story. . . you should all know by now that Usagi had the luck of a gold fish. Kami-sama only knows that they don't get the best deals in life!
Mamoru licked his lips in anticipation. "Pain before pleasure. I like how your mind works Usako."
Her eyes went wide as saucers then narrowed into slits. "There will be no pleasure!!! Only _pain_!!!!! Lots and LOTS of _pain_!!!" She ranted, close to sounding hysterical and at the same time trying to sound as intimidating as possible.
He pouted. And for a moment. . . he looked absolutely kawaii. She blinked. 'Kawaii?! He's not kawaii!!! Stupid, sleep-deprived brain!' Then as an afterthought, 'I need coffee.' She brightened at the idea. Yes. That's what she needed to clear up her mind from having any more fluffy, idiotic thoughts about Mamoru-baka. Coffee is known to be the perfect stimulant to wake people up, even though, she had never tried the stuff. Well, there's a first time for everything!
She dropped the slingshot on her desk and turned to leave.
"Where're you going?" Mamoru asked, curious and also reluctant to have her leave him. He cannot bear to be without her for even a second. Besides. . . if she left now. . . it would take longer for him to seduce her and. . .
His lips quirked, as naughty images of his Usako writhing beneath him, moaning his name, drawing him near like a drunken sailor to a siren's call. His breaths quickened, suddenly dizzy with overwhelming desire.
"Coffee. I'm going to get coffee."
Mamoru didn't hear her reply to his question. He was too caught up with his fantasies. (AN: *Coughs* No need to go into too much detail. We need to keep this as PG-13 as much as possible.)
Usagi frowned. For some unknown reason, the fact that Mamoru-baka was ignoring her was getting her miffed. She didn't ponder on why she was feeling this way. Though, if she really hated the creep she should feel overjoyed that he was no longer lavishing her with his affection and apparent fascination with her body. But no matter, Usagi moved toward him. He was staring at her, yet not right at her. It was if he were in another world of his own.
She peered down at him, standing close, as she dared, not having forgotten what happened the last time. She shivered. Whether from the cold or something else entirely--- she wasn't sure. She knelt down on the ground, seven inches away from his face.
'What am I doing?' It was then that her mind was able to take hold of her and make her question her actions. Usagi was aghast at what she was doing once more. 'What is it with me and blindly going to him?' She was acting like some gnat being drawn to the light and being burned in the process. 'Mamoru-baka? Making me burn? For him?! Yeah right!' So then why were her cheeks burning? GAH!!!
It wasn't her thoughts that made her suddenly panic, oh no-she'll worry about that later-it was because Mamoru didn't have that daze look in his eyes anymore. It was like déjà vu all over again! And that was only an hour ago!!! How did she get herself in this mess? She must have been real naughty in her past life to have so much bad karma!
If possible, his dark blues eyes darkened even more, almost turning black. "Usako," he whispered, as if her name were a soft caress. There was need put into that one word.
'What am I going to do?!' She thought, panicking. Then she halted, before her thoughts could go even further. 'What do I mean 'what am I going to do?' It's not like I'm trying to decide whether I want Mamoru to kiss me or not.' Her crystalline blue eyes widened. 'EEEP! No! The only choice I have is to back away, damn it! I wasn't thinking of anything else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
CLINK. CLINK.
'Uh oh,' was her last thought as she looked up seeing Mamoru closer than before. Usagi couldn't think, couldn't move. . . much less breathe even the tiniest bit of air.
Mamoru's nose was close enough to brush against her own, but not close enough.
"Kiss me Usako," he breathed huskily, emotions that she had never been witnessed to swirled in his eyes. . . for her.
Only for her. . .
She then realized with a start that she wanted it to be her. . . and nobody else but her. It was odd how she had always been able to convince herself that Mamoru was nothing but a mere cold-hearted upper-class baka. Well, her mind conceded, he is that. . . but there is more to him than just that. . . something he doesn't want other people to see.
Perhaps she had known it all along.
And now he was asking _her_ to kiss _him_!!!!!!! It was too much for her mind to process everything she had discovered: she liked him, may even have a crush on him. She wanted--- no ache to press her lips against his and claim him for herself.
Heart fluttering, she quickly scooted backwards, got up and ran out of her room, away from the man who had the ability to rouse a desire so strong it scared her and away from his yearning stare that had the capacity to sear into her flesh and melt her bones.
'COFFEE!!!!!!!!!' Her panicked mind boomed. 'I _need_ COFFEE!!!!!!!!'
Why Usagi thinks coffee will help her at this point, we'll never know.
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Rummaging through the contents of the cupboards, she was getting desperate with every passing second. Was that even possible?
In Usagi's case, it is.
"Where's the _damn_ *beep*ing coffee???" Usagi has never been known to curse, but this has been a long, long, _long_ night. The long hours of stress, confusion, anger, and a whole lot more of emotions too extensive to list had finally gotten to her. She was ready to snap if she didn't have something to get her to relax. And it better be SOON or there will be HELL to pay!
By the time Usagi moved to the last cupboard, her control was slipping. The open cupboard that was within her grip shook slightly, her nails digging into the wood.
Just as she was starting to pant, bottled-up frustrations brimming to the surface, she spotted what she was looking for.
"AH HA!" Then she covered her mouth and giggled sheepishly. Oops. . . no need to wake up the household. . . again.
Usagi reached for the coffee bag enthusiastically. When she grabbed it, her cheerful exterior gave way to a frown. Were all coffee bags so. . . light? She brought it up closer for inspection, opened it, and tipped its contents.
There was none.
Unless, you think a few sprinkles of coffee dust can be considered to be worth anything.
Usagi's eyes lit up in anger. Well this was just dandy! What was she going to do now??? Then the anger melted away when memories of her father and mother sipping some wine on the couch with the fireplace enveloping them with its warm glow surfaced in her mind.
Her eyes danced with mischief and glee. Of course! Her parents were always in such a good mood after have a few glasses of wine!!! Now that she thought about it, it was a _much_ better choice than drinking coffee!
Dropping the bag on the counter, she closed the cupboard and left the kitchen, heading for the wine cabinet that was located in the dinning room.
Coming upon her desired location, she opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy. 'Brandy?' She turned the bottle around carefully in her hands. 'Is Brandy a type of wine?'
There was only one way to find out.
Shrugging, she walked back into the kitchen with the bottle in hand and poured its contents in a plastic cup she got from the pantry.
Lifting the cup, Usagi looked at the black substance and tentatively sniffed it. Her nose crinkled. 'It smells funny.' It wasn't an awful smell, but she thought it was weird.
Usagi took a deep breath, then drained the cup till there wasn't a drop left.
Since Usagi had never had any alcohol before, anyone knew better than to do that, unless they have done it a hundred times before and was able to hold their drink.
Usagi's eyes bugged out when it went down her throat and hit her stomach, it seemed to have exploded from the inside. She gasped and then started to cough.
That STUFF was STRONG!
When she stopped, she felt a warm sensation come from the inside and seep into her skin. It wasn't anything she had ever experienced before. She felt all warm and tingly. Her head suddenly felt heavy and everything below felt light. . . like jello.
She giggled softly at first, then she started to giggle harder when she started to sway back and forth.
"Rock-a-bye baby. . . *gurgle*. . . on the treeeeeee top. . . *hiccup*. . . when the wind caaaaaaalls. . . *giggle*. . . the jailer will flop." She frowned. "Waaaait ta minuuuute!" she slurred. "That doessssssssn't souuu- oooouuuuund rigggght." She shook her head quickly, then groaned and giggled at once as she fell on her bum.
"WHOOPSY!" Her eyes widened dramatically. "Shhhhhh!" She sluggishly put her finger on her lips. "Ya don't wanna have everyboooooody to go wakey wakey. That'ssssss bad Uuuuussssagi!" She said in a stage whisper.
She looked around her and pouted childishly. Why was everyone sleeping?! She had no one to talk to and play with. Mamoru came to mind but even as drunk as she was she was still too scared and unwilling to go see him. "I don't wanna do the nasssty with Mamoru." Nuh uh. Nope. No way she was going to do that. "He'sssssss a bad boy." She nodded. "Baaaaaah!" Then giggled insanely after doing a sheep imitation of the word bad.
Usagi started to crawl out of the kitchen, she was not in the mood to stand and walk around. 'Too muck work,' her drunken mind said. As she crawled around looking for something to do, she spotted the phone. Her eyes sparkled merrily at having found her source of entertainment for the time being.
She crawled towards it as she hiccuped and stood on her knees. She fumbled for the phone for awhile until she was able to grab hold of the portable phone. She walked on her knees toward the couch and crawled on top of it.
Lying on her stomach, she pondered on whom she should call first. 'I know!' she thought suddenly, then punched the number on the phone giggling insanely. She had to re-do it a few times before she got it right. When she did, she held the phone to her ear as it rang.
Ring. Ring.
Ring. Ring.
Ring. Click.
"Hello," said a voice form the other end, sounding groggy and dead tired.
"Hi! Motoki-sssssssaaaaaan!" She slurred and hiccuped. She swung herself in an upright position and swayed. "Ooh. Moved too fast," she moaned into the phone.
"Usagi?!?!?"
"Yep!" she giggled. "That's me! Don't weeeeaaaaaar me out!"
"Huh? Usagi are you drunk????" Motoki exclaimed from the other line.
"Whaaaat a mean thiiing *hiccup* to sssay Motoki-sssssssaaaaan! I'm pwer- toh-ricoly fiiiinnne!" Usagi snickered. How did Puerto Rico get into the conversation? "Pwer-toh-rico," she cackled, finding it funny for no apparent reason. "El CHA CHA CHA. . . Mr. Tangerine Speeeeeeeedo!. . . El CHA CHA CHA. . . pleeeeassse gimme a towel. . . Mr. Tangerine Speeeeeedo!. . . LA-LA-LA. . . LA-LA-LA. . . OOH YA. . . Mr. Tangerine Speeeeedo. . . no woman can resist a maaaaaan in a speeeedo!" Now she was laughing uncontrollably after singing the song that she had heard once before.
"Uhhh." Motoki sweat dropped. "Usagi are you alright?"
"Pwer-toh-ricoly," she replied, tittering.
Motoki was beyond frightened by Usagi's behavior. She was not acting normal. Well, she was drunk after all. 'What was she thinking drinking alcohol?' He was going to have to talk, more like lecture her, when he sees her. "Okaaaaay. I'll let you go now but I plan to visit you tomorrow. Alright Usagi?"
Usagi nodded her head, forgetting that he couldn't see her. "Yes sir! Motoki-ssssssaaaan sir!" She saluted, knocking her forehead forcefully. She fell back on the couch with little swirls in her eyes.
"Usagi? Usagi?" He sighed and hung up the phone.
He was definitely going to have that talk with her tomorrow.
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In Usagi's bedroom. . .
Mamoru struggled with the chains that bound him, after Usagi had run off an hour ago. He was so close. He could see the want and need in her eyes, the same feelings that he found within himself. So close!!! He could almost taste it! He could already imagine kissing her rose bud lips, readily offering their sweet nectar to him.
He groaned, the loud noise vibrating throughout the room. He didn't know how much longer he could wait for her to come to him. He struggled with the chains even more, then fell back; exhausted.
Kami-sama he wanted her!!! And he will have her as soon as he finds a way to break free from these stupid chains. He growled low in his throat. It was a predator's growl.
He hasn't given up on his prey yet. He will have her, one way or the other. No man will possess and claim her for his own. She was his!!!
'Yes,' he thought sleepily, eyes closing, 'She will be mine. . . soon. . ." And after that, he thought no more. His dreams plagued by a sexy blond crying out his name in ecstasy.
It was an every man's dream to pleasure a woman, after all.
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Oh wow! Another chapter finished! ^_^ I'm so proud!!!
That song (well some of the lines I used) Usagi sang is actually from the Charlie's Angels soundtrack. It's called, "Tangerine Speedo" from the band, Caviar. ^_^ Hee hee. What funny names.
Oh! And I have a question to ask. You see I'm writing another Sailor Moon story and I have been driving myself crazy wondering what color Motoki's eyes are! Ugh! Is it light green or just plain green? This question has been vexing me for sometime now and I don't know how much longer I can stand it! So, please ::gives Bambi eyes:: can you guys tell me the mystery to this small, teeny weeny itty bitty little question? ::Sniff:: It would mean a lot to me if you did!!!
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Chapter 5: Will This NIGHT ever END???????????????? Part 2
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She did not just do that! She did not just scream like some mad escapee from the mental institute!!!
Usagi gasped in disbelief, slapping a hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe it! What would her family think? Her eyes widened as dismay and horror filled their light blue depths. Her family!!!
Already Usagi could hear doors opening and the disgruntled voices of her family who had been rudely awakened once more by her piercing screams. Only this time they wouldn't find her in her bed alone!
But it wasn't her family's reaction as a whole she was afraid of. Oh no. . . it zeroed in on one over-protective, extremely temperamental father whose veins would burst from his forehead if he saw any boy-or in this case- man touching his daughter.
'Oooh. . . this will not bode well with Daddy,' she thought with growing anxiety. And she had to somehow get free from Mamoru-baka's clutches and lock the door to her room to prevent her family from entering. It was her only hope!
Usagi gazed imploringly at Mamoru. "Please let me go," she pleaded. Never would she have begged the cold-hearted, upper-classman for anything! But as the saying goes: 'Desperate times calls for desperate measures'.
"Why? This is the perfect start to declare to everyone that you're mine. And what better way to start off with your family?" He stated smugly.
'That's it!' She thought, gaping. 'He's officially insane!!!'
Hearing the footsteps nearing her door, panic gripped her, instincts kicked in. She didn't know how she knew to escape from her predicament--- she only reacted. She slammed her head repeatedly against Mamoru's chest until he groaned from pain and released her from being encased between his thighs.
Once Usagi was set free and standing, she stiffened in alarm when she saw the knob begin to turn; therefore, allowing the door to push open.
'Nooooo!' With a speed of light, she ran and flung her body weight against the door, effectively shutting it. Hearing surprised yelps and thumps, Usagi could only guess that the domino effect took place, making her family lose their balance and fall to the floor.
Locking the door, she leaned back against it, sighing in relief as she slid down to the ground.
She was out of danger.
"USAGI! What is the _meaning_ of this???" Her mother demanded from the other side.
The girl in question winced.
'Spoke too soon!' A voice in her mind taunted, sounding eerily like Mamoru.
"Shut up," she muttered, scowling. She glanced up, hearing the sound of the door knob being turned frantically. It went still all of a sudden and then someone knocked against the door. Usagi cringed with every knock.
"Usagi," the stern voice of her father filtered through, "why is the door locked? Answer me young lady. And while you're at it, what were you screaming about now?"
"Umm, uhhhh," she sputtered, "it's private!"
"What is so private about it that you must lock the door?" Kenji said, obviously in interrogation mode.
Usagi scratched her head, clearly at a loss at what to say next. "I, I, I can't tell you! It's really embarrassing!!!" She nodded her head, pleased. Now her father knows better to back down, if his daughter was too humiliated to discuss it.
"We're your family Usagi, there isn't anything you can't tell us," Kenji scolded.
Usagi wanted to scream and pull her hair out. 'Why can't _anything_ go my way? Huh? Just once!!!!'
Since Kenji was met with silence, he replied in all seriousness, "Okay Usagi, I'm going to count to three. If you haven't answered by then, you'll immediately open this door. If you do not do as I say, you will be grounded for two weeks for being insolent. You hear? I'm going to start counting now."
Usagi was desperately grasping at straws now. What could she _possibly_ say???!!!!
"One. . ."
"What to say. what to say." She chanted frantically.
"Two. . ."
Her head was being met with her hand. "Think!. . . think!. . ."
"Three. . ."
At the same time, Usagi yelled at the top of her lungs in frustration, "IscreamedbecauseIwasdecidingwhatIwasgoingtowearfortomorrowandIfoundthatmyfa voriteblousehasholesinthem!!!!!!!!!!!"
From the other side of the door, her parents and little brother gave each other a bewildered look.
Speaking for the entire family once more, Ikuko said, "Can you repeat that again, Usagi?"
Usagi took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Boy she was tired!!! She then repeated, with more emphasis of distress in her voice and wailed, "I screamed because I was deciding what I was going to wear for tomorrow and I found that my favorite blouse has holes in them!!!!!!!!!!"
"Holes," repeated Shingo dumbly, "she screamed because her blouse has holes in them?" His eyes then burned from anger. "THAT'S why she woke us up????? Because her stupid blouse has HOLES IN THEM???!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hey!!!" she screeched, indignant. To think he was calling her excuse stupid??? It was one of her most brilliant ideas! Then she faltered. 'Brilliant?' She thought about it some more, then sweat dropped and hung her head. 'It _was_ stupid.'
"Shingo!" Ikuko snapped. "Watch your language! Now go to bed!!!!"
"But. . . but. . ."
"No buts," Ikuko replied firmly, "go to bed!"
Usagi could hear Shingo grumbling as he walked away: "How can I if she's always screaming?"
"You too Dear," Ikuko said to her husband, now calm. When the steps of her father faded away, her mother asked, "Is that the only reason why you screamed Usagi? There isn't anything else you wish to tell me?"
Usagi's cheeks turned bright red. "No. It's okay Mom. There isn't anything else you need to know." Silently, she thought, 'Not that you would be able to handle the truth anyhow.' She cringed. Oh yeah. It was better for all who was concerned that her family didn't know about her "gift". Her face scrunched up. 'Now that's an odd way of putting it.'
"Are you sure?"
Glancing at the bed, where a smirking Mamoru laid upon it, with forced cheer she replied, "Yep. I'm sure."
"Alright," she said. Usagi could imagine the concern look written across her mother's face. "Good night Usagi, and if you need _anything_. . . don't hesitate to ask."
Usagi smiled. "I won't Mom! Good night!" Pressing her ear against the door, she waited till she could hear the door to her parent's room close only to sigh in exhaustion. "That was a close one," she mumbled.
"I'm hurt Usako. Does this mean you're ashamed to be seen with me?"
Glaring at him heatedly, she was about to give a scathing reply when it occurred to her that he didn't call her by that hated name. Eyes wide, she asked, "What did you just call me?"
"Oh, I see. You want to hear me say it again?" Gazing at her with amusement, he purred seductively, "Usako."
'Aaaaarrrrrrgggh! He's such a pain.' Once and for all, she was going to figure out what the hell is wrong with that baka! Getting up from her place on the floor, she marched to her closet and began to pull some things out of it.
Mamoru, grinning, said, "What are you going to do with those Usako? Something kinky I hope." He seemed way too eager for Usagi's taste but she didn't let him deter her from her task.
When she was done, she carried the items and placed them on her desk. Picking one of them up, she turned to her nemesis. "You are going to tell me what you are doing tied to my bed, Mamoru-baka. And it better be a good excuse! Then when you are done explaining, tell me where the key is. If not, so help me I'm going to pry it out of you. . . and it won't be pretty!"
"Are you going to be playing nurse?" He grinned wolfishly. "Trust me, it would be so much nicer if you were naked."
"Hentai!" She gasped outraged by his offhand manner. She whacked him on the head with a. . . with a Barbie Doll?????
Mamoru sighed, not affected in the least by the hit he took to his head. "Too bad it's the doll that's wearing the nurse uniform." He eyed it. "If you are not ready to part with your clothes, will you do me a favor and take off the doll's instead? It will help me to envision your lovely body in its place." He had a dreamy look on his face.
Face turning beet red, she gave an uncharacteristic snarl and bashed him on the head even harder than the first time.
It was Usagi's desire to revive him back to the same Mamoru who enjoyed taunting her in the arcade this afternoon. Not this. . . this fiend who had this obsession to see her naked and grope her!!! GRRR! She took her other hand to wrap around the doll, hitting him, blind with rage.
POP!
Usagi stopped, doll held in mid-air, and watched in horror as the head was severed from the doll's body and smacked against her window. Motionless, she looked down at the doll she had since she was eight years old.
It was dead.
"Well, it won't be the same without a head but I guess I can make do without it. . ."
It was DEAD?????
". . .it's not like I was going to look at its face while it was naked anyway."
Her face slowly raised to make eye contact with the baka. Inch. . . by sweet little inch. By the time she reached her destination, her left eye was twitching. Oh yeah. She was going to need intensive therapy once she sees her psychiatrist on Monday after school.
Throwing the doll over her shoulder, she reached for the second item. It was something she had stolen from Shingo a long time ago. She had hated the damn thing because her little brother use to love torturing her with it every chance he got. But at this very moment, she knew she was going to enjoy it with every fiber of her being.
She raised it in the air and collected a gumball and placed it in position. _This_ should intimidate him! She sniggered.
But reading this far into the story. . . you should all know by now that Usagi had the luck of a gold fish. Kami-sama only knows that they don't get the best deals in life!
Mamoru licked his lips in anticipation. "Pain before pleasure. I like how your mind works Usako."
Her eyes went wide as saucers then narrowed into slits. "There will be no pleasure!!! Only _pain_!!!!! Lots and LOTS of _pain_!!!" She ranted, close to sounding hysterical and at the same time trying to sound as intimidating as possible.
He pouted. And for a moment. . . he looked absolutely kawaii. She blinked. 'Kawaii?! He's not kawaii!!! Stupid, sleep-deprived brain!' Then as an afterthought, 'I need coffee.' She brightened at the idea. Yes. That's what she needed to clear up her mind from having any more fluffy, idiotic thoughts about Mamoru-baka. Coffee is known to be the perfect stimulant to wake people up, even though, she had never tried the stuff. Well, there's a first time for everything!
She dropped the slingshot on her desk and turned to leave.
"Where're you going?" Mamoru asked, curious and also reluctant to have her leave him. He cannot bear to be without her for even a second. Besides. . . if she left now. . . it would take longer for him to seduce her and. . .
His lips quirked, as naughty images of his Usako writhing beneath him, moaning his name, drawing him near like a drunken sailor to a siren's call. His breaths quickened, suddenly dizzy with overwhelming desire.
"Coffee. I'm going to get coffee."
Mamoru didn't hear her reply to his question. He was too caught up with his fantasies. (AN: *Coughs* No need to go into too much detail. We need to keep this as PG-13 as much as possible.)
Usagi frowned. For some unknown reason, the fact that Mamoru-baka was ignoring her was getting her miffed. She didn't ponder on why she was feeling this way. Though, if she really hated the creep she should feel overjoyed that he was no longer lavishing her with his affection and apparent fascination with her body. But no matter, Usagi moved toward him. He was staring at her, yet not right at her. It was if he were in another world of his own.
She peered down at him, standing close, as she dared, not having forgotten what happened the last time. She shivered. Whether from the cold or something else entirely--- she wasn't sure. She knelt down on the ground, seven inches away from his face.
'What am I doing?' It was then that her mind was able to take hold of her and make her question her actions. Usagi was aghast at what she was doing once more. 'What is it with me and blindly going to him?' She was acting like some gnat being drawn to the light and being burned in the process. 'Mamoru-baka? Making me burn? For him?! Yeah right!' So then why were her cheeks burning? GAH!!!
It wasn't her thoughts that made her suddenly panic, oh no-she'll worry about that later-it was because Mamoru didn't have that daze look in his eyes anymore. It was like déjà vu all over again! And that was only an hour ago!!! How did she get herself in this mess? She must have been real naughty in her past life to have so much bad karma!
If possible, his dark blues eyes darkened even more, almost turning black. "Usako," he whispered, as if her name were a soft caress. There was need put into that one word.
'What am I going to do?!' She thought, panicking. Then she halted, before her thoughts could go even further. 'What do I mean 'what am I going to do?' It's not like I'm trying to decide whether I want Mamoru to kiss me or not.' Her crystalline blue eyes widened. 'EEEP! No! The only choice I have is to back away, damn it! I wasn't thinking of anything else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
CLINK. CLINK.
'Uh oh,' was her last thought as she looked up seeing Mamoru closer than before. Usagi couldn't think, couldn't move. . . much less breathe even the tiniest bit of air.
Mamoru's nose was close enough to brush against her own, but not close enough.
"Kiss me Usako," he breathed huskily, emotions that she had never been witnessed to swirled in his eyes. . . for her.
Only for her. . .
She then realized with a start that she wanted it to be her. . . and nobody else but her. It was odd how she had always been able to convince herself that Mamoru was nothing but a mere cold-hearted upper-class baka. Well, her mind conceded, he is that. . . but there is more to him than just that. . . something he doesn't want other people to see.
Perhaps she had known it all along.
And now he was asking _her_ to kiss _him_!!!!!!! It was too much for her mind to process everything she had discovered: she liked him, may even have a crush on him. She wanted--- no ache to press her lips against his and claim him for herself.
Heart fluttering, she quickly scooted backwards, got up and ran out of her room, away from the man who had the ability to rouse a desire so strong it scared her and away from his yearning stare that had the capacity to sear into her flesh and melt her bones.
'COFFEE!!!!!!!!!' Her panicked mind boomed. 'I _need_ COFFEE!!!!!!!!'
Why Usagi thinks coffee will help her at this point, we'll never know.
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Rummaging through the contents of the cupboards, she was getting desperate with every passing second. Was that even possible?
In Usagi's case, it is.
"Where's the _damn_ *beep*ing coffee???" Usagi has never been known to curse, but this has been a long, long, _long_ night. The long hours of stress, confusion, anger, and a whole lot more of emotions too extensive to list had finally gotten to her. She was ready to snap if she didn't have something to get her to relax. And it better be SOON or there will be HELL to pay!
By the time Usagi moved to the last cupboard, her control was slipping. The open cupboard that was within her grip shook slightly, her nails digging into the wood.
Just as she was starting to pant, bottled-up frustrations brimming to the surface, she spotted what she was looking for.
"AH HA!" Then she covered her mouth and giggled sheepishly. Oops. . . no need to wake up the household. . . again.
Usagi reached for the coffee bag enthusiastically. When she grabbed it, her cheerful exterior gave way to a frown. Were all coffee bags so. . . light? She brought it up closer for inspection, opened it, and tipped its contents.
There was none.
Unless, you think a few sprinkles of coffee dust can be considered to be worth anything.
Usagi's eyes lit up in anger. Well this was just dandy! What was she going to do now??? Then the anger melted away when memories of her father and mother sipping some wine on the couch with the fireplace enveloping them with its warm glow surfaced in her mind.
Her eyes danced with mischief and glee. Of course! Her parents were always in such a good mood after have a few glasses of wine!!! Now that she thought about it, it was a _much_ better choice than drinking coffee!
Dropping the bag on the counter, she closed the cupboard and left the kitchen, heading for the wine cabinet that was located in the dinning room.
Coming upon her desired location, she opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy. 'Brandy?' She turned the bottle around carefully in her hands. 'Is Brandy a type of wine?'
There was only one way to find out.
Shrugging, she walked back into the kitchen with the bottle in hand and poured its contents in a plastic cup she got from the pantry.
Lifting the cup, Usagi looked at the black substance and tentatively sniffed it. Her nose crinkled. 'It smells funny.' It wasn't an awful smell, but she thought it was weird.
Usagi took a deep breath, then drained the cup till there wasn't a drop left.
Since Usagi had never had any alcohol before, anyone knew better than to do that, unless they have done it a hundred times before and was able to hold their drink.
Usagi's eyes bugged out when it went down her throat and hit her stomach, it seemed to have exploded from the inside. She gasped and then started to cough.
That STUFF was STRONG!
When she stopped, she felt a warm sensation come from the inside and seep into her skin. It wasn't anything she had ever experienced before. She felt all warm and tingly. Her head suddenly felt heavy and everything below felt light. . . like jello.
She giggled softly at first, then she started to giggle harder when she started to sway back and forth.
"Rock-a-bye baby. . . *gurgle*. . . on the treeeeeee top. . . *hiccup*. . . when the wind caaaaaaalls. . . *giggle*. . . the jailer will flop." She frowned. "Waaaait ta minuuuute!" she slurred. "That doessssssssn't souuu- oooouuuuund rigggght." She shook her head quickly, then groaned and giggled at once as she fell on her bum.
"WHOOPSY!" Her eyes widened dramatically. "Shhhhhh!" She sluggishly put her finger on her lips. "Ya don't wanna have everyboooooody to go wakey wakey. That'ssssss bad Uuuuussssagi!" She said in a stage whisper.
She looked around her and pouted childishly. Why was everyone sleeping?! She had no one to talk to and play with. Mamoru came to mind but even as drunk as she was she was still too scared and unwilling to go see him. "I don't wanna do the nasssty with Mamoru." Nuh uh. Nope. No way she was going to do that. "He'sssssss a bad boy." She nodded. "Baaaaaah!" Then giggled insanely after doing a sheep imitation of the word bad.
Usagi started to crawl out of the kitchen, she was not in the mood to stand and walk around. 'Too muck work,' her drunken mind said. As she crawled around looking for something to do, she spotted the phone. Her eyes sparkled merrily at having found her source of entertainment for the time being.
She crawled towards it as she hiccuped and stood on her knees. She fumbled for the phone for awhile until she was able to grab hold of the portable phone. She walked on her knees toward the couch and crawled on top of it.
Lying on her stomach, she pondered on whom she should call first. 'I know!' she thought suddenly, then punched the number on the phone giggling insanely. She had to re-do it a few times before she got it right. When she did, she held the phone to her ear as it rang.
Ring. Ring.
Ring. Ring.
Ring. Click.
"Hello," said a voice form the other end, sounding groggy and dead tired.
"Hi! Motoki-sssssssaaaaaan!" She slurred and hiccuped. She swung herself in an upright position and swayed. "Ooh. Moved too fast," she moaned into the phone.
"Usagi?!?!?"
"Yep!" she giggled. "That's me! Don't weeeeaaaaaar me out!"
"Huh? Usagi are you drunk????" Motoki exclaimed from the other line.
"Whaaaat a mean thiiing *hiccup* to sssay Motoki-sssssssaaaaan! I'm pwer- toh-ricoly fiiiinnne!" Usagi snickered. How did Puerto Rico get into the conversation? "Pwer-toh-rico," she cackled, finding it funny for no apparent reason. "El CHA CHA CHA. . . Mr. Tangerine Speeeeeeeedo!. . . El CHA CHA CHA. . . pleeeeassse gimme a towel. . . Mr. Tangerine Speeeeeedo!. . . LA-LA-LA. . . LA-LA-LA. . . OOH YA. . . Mr. Tangerine Speeeeedo. . . no woman can resist a maaaaaan in a speeeedo!" Now she was laughing uncontrollably after singing the song that she had heard once before.
"Uhhh." Motoki sweat dropped. "Usagi are you alright?"
"Pwer-toh-ricoly," she replied, tittering.
Motoki was beyond frightened by Usagi's behavior. She was not acting normal. Well, she was drunk after all. 'What was she thinking drinking alcohol?' He was going to have to talk, more like lecture her, when he sees her. "Okaaaaay. I'll let you go now but I plan to visit you tomorrow. Alright Usagi?"
Usagi nodded her head, forgetting that he couldn't see her. "Yes sir! Motoki-ssssssaaaan sir!" She saluted, knocking her forehead forcefully. She fell back on the couch with little swirls in her eyes.
"Usagi? Usagi?" He sighed and hung up the phone.
He was definitely going to have that talk with her tomorrow.
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In Usagi's bedroom. . .
Mamoru struggled with the chains that bound him, after Usagi had run off an hour ago. He was so close. He could see the want and need in her eyes, the same feelings that he found within himself. So close!!! He could almost taste it! He could already imagine kissing her rose bud lips, readily offering their sweet nectar to him.
He groaned, the loud noise vibrating throughout the room. He didn't know how much longer he could wait for her to come to him. He struggled with the chains even more, then fell back; exhausted.
Kami-sama he wanted her!!! And he will have her as soon as he finds a way to break free from these stupid chains. He growled low in his throat. It was a predator's growl.
He hasn't given up on his prey yet. He will have her, one way or the other. No man will possess and claim her for his own. She was his!!!
'Yes,' he thought sleepily, eyes closing, 'She will be mine. . . soon. . ." And after that, he thought no more. His dreams plagued by a sexy blond crying out his name in ecstasy.
It was an every man's dream to pleasure a woman, after all.
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Oh wow! Another chapter finished! ^_^ I'm so proud!!!
That song (well some of the lines I used) Usagi sang is actually from the Charlie's Angels soundtrack. It's called, "Tangerine Speedo" from the band, Caviar. ^_^ Hee hee. What funny names.
Oh! And I have a question to ask. You see I'm writing another Sailor Moon story and I have been driving myself crazy wondering what color Motoki's eyes are! Ugh! Is it light green or just plain green? This question has been vexing me for sometime now and I don't know how much longer I can stand it! So, please ::gives Bambi eyes:: can you guys tell me the mystery to this small, teeny weeny itty bitty little question? ::Sniff:: It would mean a lot to me if you did!!!
^_~ Thanks!!!!!!!!