I just wanted to say again…I don't own these lovely characters.
~~~
After a few more words and a polite invite from Kiyoshi, Mamoru and his date obligingly settled at the table Usagi and her partner were seated at.
"Oh, joy," Usagi mumbled rather dully as she placed her delicate palm of her right hand under her chin. She briefly scanned her nails shaded with light pink.
"What was that meatball head?" Usagi instantly glared. She was not even wearing her hair up and she was still commented and referred to as that. About to make her own little comment, Usagi restrained her mouth when she felt a comforting squeeze on her left hand. She smiled at Kiyoshi as her eyes met his gentle golden brown eyes. She loved him so much.
"Nothing."
Usagi watched as waiters came and added two plates along with their respective silverware in front of the newly seated couple. The urge to sigh impolitely and deliberately submerged quickly as she felt another form of reassurance applied onto her left hand. She blinked a couple of times and took notice of the auburn haired girl in front of her. Her brown eyes showed nervousness as they locked with Usagi. She felt like laughing but suddenly remembered her manors.
Offering a gentle smile to the nervous one of Mamoru's companion Usagi gave an introduction.
"Hi there, I'm Usagi," she held out her hand and it was soon met with a hesitant, soft hand of Mamoru's date, donned with burgundy nail polish.
"I'm Kiyoshi, Usagi's boyfriend. You probably knew that, though." He looked thoughtfully at the black haired female before him as she nodded.
"Yes. I am Rai. It's an honor to meet such respectable people." Her shining black hair cascaded passed her shoulders as her head bowed down respectfully. May be it was out of her uncertainty, as well, but she quickly looked up with a wide smile and a faint blush on her cheeks. Usagi grinned. She was taking this girl, may be twenty or so, to her liking.
"Now tell me, how did Mamoru get such a sweet person like you to go on a date with him?" a chuckle could be heard from the girl. Mamoru scowled a bit. The waiters came and asked for their request of beverages and left politely.
"Simple, he asked me."
"Reasonable enough," answered Kiyoshi quietly with a smile.
"And, I thought it was my irresistible charm."
Usagi almost snorted, "Charm? Ha. That so called 'charm' would have scared her away."
Mamoru frowned and shrugged it off with a chuckle as he looked at the eyes of the blue eyed woman before him. Her golden hair glared silver and white under the glow of the elegant chandelier above their table. Its vast amount was let loose of her usual hairstyle and gently flowed down. He then looked at the man next to her with his shining gold eyes and silky black hair complimenting his pale skin. The two looked exceptionally nice together.
"And, Kiyoshi?" he said out of a burning fire in his stomach only Usagi could spark. "He has charm?" he noticed a flash in Kiyoshi's eyes as the man looked down.
In return for her debts of comfort from her partner, Usagi's hands applied a loving amount of pressure to the right hand of Kiyoshi. He looked up and smiled weakly. His eyes showed no sign of hurt or offense. She knew he was not one to pick up battles. Usagi frowned, but she was.
"More than you could ever muster," she paused and held back the venom she wanted to spit out at the offending man's blue eyes. Her own scanned the face of Rai and felt a surge of guilt. She did not want to put her under anything. But, she would not stand down. Her eyes showed an apologetic look into brown eyes that showed off surprise and confusion striving to find understanding.
"He's better than you, sweeter than you and more loving than you could ever be. Look at you, insulting innocent people as if they weren't of any importance."
Mamoru let out that smirk of his. His eyes showed nothing. Usagi wondered for a moment if it was his great skills in the art of performance or out of sheer feelings and emotions.
"Of course not, there's not a doubt in my mind he's impotent," came the almost not so polite reply out of those smirking lips. It was as if he could not resist such a juvenile response.
Usagi's eyes then burned of anger as she suppressed a shocked gasp. Her hands itched to launch herself at the inferior man and slap every single cocky remark, rude smirk and appalling attitude out of him. Mamoru wondered if the other two occupants of the table understood what he said. Kiyoshi was staring at him in wonderment and Rai's ruby colored mouth was slightly open.
"I think that's enough for one night guys," came her silent reply in hope of peace between everyone and a lighter mood, "anyone know what they are going to get for dinner?"
And the drinks were served.
~~~~
"I'm terribly sorry, but we shall be leaving now." A gentle nod from Rai and no real expression from Mamoru gave Kiyoshi authorization to lead his girlfriend towards the exit.
Apparently, Kiyoshi's girlfriend felt nothing even close to leaving.
"Now, wait just a minute!" the tone of her voice getting angrier by the second, "I'm not done here! We didn't even get our drinks, honey."
Kiyoshi blushed slightly, "You did. We didn't. You drank a whole bottle, dear…along with Rai's drink."
"Oh, well, that's beside the point! Mamoru's a jackass. He is an idiot, in fact. If I were to let poor, sweet Rai get even close to a little tipsy," Usagi's arms flew into the air to emphasize her statement, "she might end up falling for him in bed. I just can't let my friend go through that." She huffed at her bangs and cursed her long hair not being up in its meatballs.
"Whatever, you say meatball head."
Usagi downed a glass of wine from a shocked grey-haired woman at a table eight feet from the reservation podium. She almost laughed at the sensation of an upcoming hiccup she felt. Once she took a glance at the old ladybird she seized the champagne flute from, Usagi fell into a fit of giggles. Her fluffed up hair amusingly went with her overly tasteless lime green dress. The lady never seemed so offended in her life.
"But, I don't know you!" Usagi burst out in another giggle attack. All of a sudden her mood changed sour again. Her target, once more, was Mamoru. She glared menacingly at his wavy, silk hair.
"And, you, just because our writers made my favorite hairstyle into some sort of mockery to give more humor in our series, doesn't mean you have to use it outside of work!" she had this incredible urge to stick up her middle finger as Kiyoshi gently tugged at her wrist. Slowly, he wrapped her arm around his shoulders.
"You would think after four years, it would get old, you sorry ass-HEY!"
And, with that, a slightly drunk Usagi was carried out of the sophisticated, respectable restaurant over the shoulder of her supposed boyfriend. Her face was cherry red of anger and wine. Screaming profanities at Kiyoshi and her stupid, womanizing co-star, ignoring all the bright flashes and such around her, Usagi finally managed to stick her middle finger out towards the direction of Mamoru's face through a window.
Inside the restaurant Mamoru sat quietly and sipped on his wine.
"Well, shall we go then, Rai?"
~~~~
She felt his hot breath over her lips as they separated for air. His pale cheeks were shaded pink and his hair was greatly disturbed and out of place from her journeying hands. Speaking of which, they seemed to be a little too involved in their own little journey as Usagi unbuttoned his dress shirt and placed hungry kisses all over his upper body.
"Usagi," the soft lips of Kiyoshi let out a pleasured moan, "I…"
Before the distressed man could send any sort of protest he felt warmth cover the most sensitive part of his body. Legs buckled on his waist as he felt the skin of Usagi rub against his pants. She was driving him crazy and she knew it. Her grin was seductive as she began to nibble on his ear gently. He growled.
"Oh, Kiyoshi, tell me you want this!" her rocking quickened slightly as she felt more excited, "Please, tell me you want this!"
"Usagi!" the girl quickly pulled her dress over her head and unclasped her black bra. Tossing it away as she grabbed Kiyoshi's large hand and put it against her left breast, "Kiyoshi…" she quickened her pace and begun to unbutton his pants as she hungrily took over the trapped man's lips.
"No!" swiftly Usagi was pushed off from black pants and onto her comfortable bed. She stared with disbelief and confusion as her eyes were layered with tears. Not wanting to blink in fear of them falling, Usagi looked away and pulled her embroider blanket of lilies over her body. She needed to save at least one ounce of her dignity.
"Usagi."
"Get out." her hair was pale from what small light the moon was able to give the room through partially closed shades. It pooled all around her elegantly despite its disheveled state.
"Usagi, please, we can't."
Wild blue eyes shot up with a storm of anger and hurt. She was confused, greatly confused.
"I know! I throw myself at you! Naked and try to be sexy and seductive, but all I get is rejection! I can't even get to my own boyfriend, dammit!" by now her tears fell without the help of her eyes closing. Devastation made her body tremble.
"I give a little push and all I get is a huge shove back!" she closed her stinging eyes and wished her headache to go away. She wiped at her eyes madly and winced as the ring on her right hand scratched at one of her temples. It was like a bad movie she starred in. All she needed was some cheesy music to fill in the mood and her embarrassment.
"I told you to leave me be!" she felt a slightly rough shake on her shoulders.
"Why are you being like this, huh? God, what is wrong with you? Getting drunk, throwing a tantrum in the restaurant and even in front of the media…all because of Mamoru?" he shouted. Usagi's mouth quivered. He never shouted at her before.
"Are you happy? You gave the media some juicy tidbit they wanted. What came over you, Usagi?" he asked desperately. His deep voice threading through her ears easily with frustration, as well.
"Leave…" he looked at the woman before him as he buttoned his navy blue shirt up. Slightly glancing at her beautiful blue strapless evening gown tossed carelessly onto the floor, he felt his guard going down. She looked lovely when he first saw her wearing it this evening. Then, without another glance at the crying Usagi, he left without another word.
He never was one to pick up battles.
~~~~
whoo…how was it guys? Sorry, I kept trailing off a lot…if you lost interest at some points. I was kind of fishing for ideas while writing.
Sadly, my pen name is no longer "nadja" :(. Very sad. This is in my profile:
well, isn't this just a bit depressing? i can no longer be known as nadja. this new system was made to grow individual opportunities to grow reputations without interferance. well, i have to say, my reputation was doing quite alright without any interferences from the other 3 or 4 nadja's that were alongside me. and, now, i feel very "interfered" with.
dammit, i will not be known as this "nadja2" either. confining me to such a thing is just absurd and not cool at all.
so, there you go, guys! please, i ask of you, if you will, still refer to me as nadja.
piss out and nadja trips out!
Yea, depressing.
STEEL: heh, well, my intention was putting them in the same table. Now, tell me, I'm curious…did you expect this?
Mae: just wait and see, I'm still figuring everything out. :)
Sailor Star6: thanks for coming back! Don't worry, they'll be plenty of shoot scenes…sorry none in this chapter. But, yes, although patience is a virtue, it's one I never really cared to have! So, I feel ya. Thank you for accepting my errors! I wonder…sailor star "6"…oh, no, did they get you with the pen name system thingy, too?!
Emerald-jade: keep looking! I'm very happy with who I'm with right now, though. But, I wish you the best of luck…and hurrah. We have the same cultural background. Hope you liked this chapter.
Angel-leigh: good stuff.
Again, thanks for the reviews…and please, still refer to me as nadja. It'll be much appreciated.
piss out and nadja trips out!
~~~
After a few more words and a polite invite from Kiyoshi, Mamoru and his date obligingly settled at the table Usagi and her partner were seated at.
"Oh, joy," Usagi mumbled rather dully as she placed her delicate palm of her right hand under her chin. She briefly scanned her nails shaded with light pink.
"What was that meatball head?" Usagi instantly glared. She was not even wearing her hair up and she was still commented and referred to as that. About to make her own little comment, Usagi restrained her mouth when she felt a comforting squeeze on her left hand. She smiled at Kiyoshi as her eyes met his gentle golden brown eyes. She loved him so much.
"Nothing."
Usagi watched as waiters came and added two plates along with their respective silverware in front of the newly seated couple. The urge to sigh impolitely and deliberately submerged quickly as she felt another form of reassurance applied onto her left hand. She blinked a couple of times and took notice of the auburn haired girl in front of her. Her brown eyes showed nervousness as they locked with Usagi. She felt like laughing but suddenly remembered her manors.
Offering a gentle smile to the nervous one of Mamoru's companion Usagi gave an introduction.
"Hi there, I'm Usagi," she held out her hand and it was soon met with a hesitant, soft hand of Mamoru's date, donned with burgundy nail polish.
"I'm Kiyoshi, Usagi's boyfriend. You probably knew that, though." He looked thoughtfully at the black haired female before him as she nodded.
"Yes. I am Rai. It's an honor to meet such respectable people." Her shining black hair cascaded passed her shoulders as her head bowed down respectfully. May be it was out of her uncertainty, as well, but she quickly looked up with a wide smile and a faint blush on her cheeks. Usagi grinned. She was taking this girl, may be twenty or so, to her liking.
"Now tell me, how did Mamoru get such a sweet person like you to go on a date with him?" a chuckle could be heard from the girl. Mamoru scowled a bit. The waiters came and asked for their request of beverages and left politely.
"Simple, he asked me."
"Reasonable enough," answered Kiyoshi quietly with a smile.
"And, I thought it was my irresistible charm."
Usagi almost snorted, "Charm? Ha. That so called 'charm' would have scared her away."
Mamoru frowned and shrugged it off with a chuckle as he looked at the eyes of the blue eyed woman before him. Her golden hair glared silver and white under the glow of the elegant chandelier above their table. Its vast amount was let loose of her usual hairstyle and gently flowed down. He then looked at the man next to her with his shining gold eyes and silky black hair complimenting his pale skin. The two looked exceptionally nice together.
"And, Kiyoshi?" he said out of a burning fire in his stomach only Usagi could spark. "He has charm?" he noticed a flash in Kiyoshi's eyes as the man looked down.
In return for her debts of comfort from her partner, Usagi's hands applied a loving amount of pressure to the right hand of Kiyoshi. He looked up and smiled weakly. His eyes showed no sign of hurt or offense. She knew he was not one to pick up battles. Usagi frowned, but she was.
"More than you could ever muster," she paused and held back the venom she wanted to spit out at the offending man's blue eyes. Her own scanned the face of Rai and felt a surge of guilt. She did not want to put her under anything. But, she would not stand down. Her eyes showed an apologetic look into brown eyes that showed off surprise and confusion striving to find understanding.
"He's better than you, sweeter than you and more loving than you could ever be. Look at you, insulting innocent people as if they weren't of any importance."
Mamoru let out that smirk of his. His eyes showed nothing. Usagi wondered for a moment if it was his great skills in the art of performance or out of sheer feelings and emotions.
"Of course not, there's not a doubt in my mind he's impotent," came the almost not so polite reply out of those smirking lips. It was as if he could not resist such a juvenile response.
Usagi's eyes then burned of anger as she suppressed a shocked gasp. Her hands itched to launch herself at the inferior man and slap every single cocky remark, rude smirk and appalling attitude out of him. Mamoru wondered if the other two occupants of the table understood what he said. Kiyoshi was staring at him in wonderment and Rai's ruby colored mouth was slightly open.
"I think that's enough for one night guys," came her silent reply in hope of peace between everyone and a lighter mood, "anyone know what they are going to get for dinner?"
And the drinks were served.
~~~~
"I'm terribly sorry, but we shall be leaving now." A gentle nod from Rai and no real expression from Mamoru gave Kiyoshi authorization to lead his girlfriend towards the exit.
Apparently, Kiyoshi's girlfriend felt nothing even close to leaving.
"Now, wait just a minute!" the tone of her voice getting angrier by the second, "I'm not done here! We didn't even get our drinks, honey."
Kiyoshi blushed slightly, "You did. We didn't. You drank a whole bottle, dear…along with Rai's drink."
"Oh, well, that's beside the point! Mamoru's a jackass. He is an idiot, in fact. If I were to let poor, sweet Rai get even close to a little tipsy," Usagi's arms flew into the air to emphasize her statement, "she might end up falling for him in bed. I just can't let my friend go through that." She huffed at her bangs and cursed her long hair not being up in its meatballs.
"Whatever, you say meatball head."
Usagi downed a glass of wine from a shocked grey-haired woman at a table eight feet from the reservation podium. She almost laughed at the sensation of an upcoming hiccup she felt. Once she took a glance at the old ladybird she seized the champagne flute from, Usagi fell into a fit of giggles. Her fluffed up hair amusingly went with her overly tasteless lime green dress. The lady never seemed so offended in her life.
"But, I don't know you!" Usagi burst out in another giggle attack. All of a sudden her mood changed sour again. Her target, once more, was Mamoru. She glared menacingly at his wavy, silk hair.
"And, you, just because our writers made my favorite hairstyle into some sort of mockery to give more humor in our series, doesn't mean you have to use it outside of work!" she had this incredible urge to stick up her middle finger as Kiyoshi gently tugged at her wrist. Slowly, he wrapped her arm around his shoulders.
"You would think after four years, it would get old, you sorry ass-HEY!"
And, with that, a slightly drunk Usagi was carried out of the sophisticated, respectable restaurant over the shoulder of her supposed boyfriend. Her face was cherry red of anger and wine. Screaming profanities at Kiyoshi and her stupid, womanizing co-star, ignoring all the bright flashes and such around her, Usagi finally managed to stick her middle finger out towards the direction of Mamoru's face through a window.
Inside the restaurant Mamoru sat quietly and sipped on his wine.
"Well, shall we go then, Rai?"
~~~~
She felt his hot breath over her lips as they separated for air. His pale cheeks were shaded pink and his hair was greatly disturbed and out of place from her journeying hands. Speaking of which, they seemed to be a little too involved in their own little journey as Usagi unbuttoned his dress shirt and placed hungry kisses all over his upper body.
"Usagi," the soft lips of Kiyoshi let out a pleasured moan, "I…"
Before the distressed man could send any sort of protest he felt warmth cover the most sensitive part of his body. Legs buckled on his waist as he felt the skin of Usagi rub against his pants. She was driving him crazy and she knew it. Her grin was seductive as she began to nibble on his ear gently. He growled.
"Oh, Kiyoshi, tell me you want this!" her rocking quickened slightly as she felt more excited, "Please, tell me you want this!"
"Usagi!" the girl quickly pulled her dress over her head and unclasped her black bra. Tossing it away as she grabbed Kiyoshi's large hand and put it against her left breast, "Kiyoshi…" she quickened her pace and begun to unbutton his pants as she hungrily took over the trapped man's lips.
"No!" swiftly Usagi was pushed off from black pants and onto her comfortable bed. She stared with disbelief and confusion as her eyes were layered with tears. Not wanting to blink in fear of them falling, Usagi looked away and pulled her embroider blanket of lilies over her body. She needed to save at least one ounce of her dignity.
"Usagi."
"Get out." her hair was pale from what small light the moon was able to give the room through partially closed shades. It pooled all around her elegantly despite its disheveled state.
"Usagi, please, we can't."
Wild blue eyes shot up with a storm of anger and hurt. She was confused, greatly confused.
"I know! I throw myself at you! Naked and try to be sexy and seductive, but all I get is rejection! I can't even get to my own boyfriend, dammit!" by now her tears fell without the help of her eyes closing. Devastation made her body tremble.
"I give a little push and all I get is a huge shove back!" she closed her stinging eyes and wished her headache to go away. She wiped at her eyes madly and winced as the ring on her right hand scratched at one of her temples. It was like a bad movie she starred in. All she needed was some cheesy music to fill in the mood and her embarrassment.
"I told you to leave me be!" she felt a slightly rough shake on her shoulders.
"Why are you being like this, huh? God, what is wrong with you? Getting drunk, throwing a tantrum in the restaurant and even in front of the media…all because of Mamoru?" he shouted. Usagi's mouth quivered. He never shouted at her before.
"Are you happy? You gave the media some juicy tidbit they wanted. What came over you, Usagi?" he asked desperately. His deep voice threading through her ears easily with frustration, as well.
"Leave…" he looked at the woman before him as he buttoned his navy blue shirt up. Slightly glancing at her beautiful blue strapless evening gown tossed carelessly onto the floor, he felt his guard going down. She looked lovely when he first saw her wearing it this evening. Then, without another glance at the crying Usagi, he left without another word.
He never was one to pick up battles.
~~~~
whoo…how was it guys? Sorry, I kept trailing off a lot…if you lost interest at some points. I was kind of fishing for ideas while writing.
Sadly, my pen name is no longer "nadja" :(. Very sad. This is in my profile:
well, isn't this just a bit depressing? i can no longer be known as nadja. this new system was made to grow individual opportunities to grow reputations without interferance. well, i have to say, my reputation was doing quite alright without any interferences from the other 3 or 4 nadja's that were alongside me. and, now, i feel very "interfered" with.
dammit, i will not be known as this "nadja2" either. confining me to such a thing is just absurd and not cool at all.
so, there you go, guys! please, i ask of you, if you will, still refer to me as nadja.
piss out and nadja trips out!
Yea, depressing.
STEEL: heh, well, my intention was putting them in the same table. Now, tell me, I'm curious…did you expect this?
Mae: just wait and see, I'm still figuring everything out. :)
Sailor Star6: thanks for coming back! Don't worry, they'll be plenty of shoot scenes…sorry none in this chapter. But, yes, although patience is a virtue, it's one I never really cared to have! So, I feel ya. Thank you for accepting my errors! I wonder…sailor star "6"…oh, no, did they get you with the pen name system thingy, too?!
Emerald-jade: keep looking! I'm very happy with who I'm with right now, though. But, I wish you the best of luck…and hurrah. We have the same cultural background. Hope you liked this chapter.
Angel-leigh: good stuff.
Again, thanks for the reviews…and please, still refer to me as nadja. It'll be much appreciated.
piss out and nadja trips out!