Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story but the idea and the title.
A/N: I can't seem to seperate one scene from the other, so I hope I don't loose anyone this chapter.
Looking across the room at her clock, Ami gasped.
"Ah! I'm going to be late!"
Leaping up, she piled her physics books into her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She was supposed to meet everyone but Nephrite and Jaedite, who were guarding the portal, at Mamoru's apartment for another meeting. Also, everyone felt safer as a group.
Ami skidded down the stairs, pausing briefly to tie her tennis shoes, then slammed through the door. A glance to the west showed the very last sliver of the sun sinking towards the horizon.
"Oh, no!"
She turned and started to run, her hands over her ears. As long as she didn't listen, she should be safe...
Meanwhile, across town in the Crown Arcade, Motoki yawned, putting his head down on the counter with a muffled groan. He felt so sleepy he could hardly keep his head up. His eyes refused to stay open.
All day long, he had no problem with work. But as the sun sank, so did his energy level. He felt like he could just fall asleep, standing right where he was.
"That's it! No one has been in here for over an hour. I'm closing up early."
He marched over to the open door and kicked the stopper out of the way. Flipping the sign to closed, he picked up the broom and dragged it listlessly across the floor. He had acquired a small pile of dust when a taptaptap caused him to turn around.
A smiling face framed by dark blue hair peered at him, big blue eyes gleaming. She waved, and he hurried to open the door for her.
"Ami! What are you doing here?"
The young girl sidled past him into the arcade, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment. Motoki watched with a bemused little smile as she dropped her backpack on the floor. That wasn't at all like Ami, nor was the mischievous smile in her eyes.
"Hi, Motoki," she all but purred. "I was passing by, and I saw you all alone in here."
He opened his mouth to answer, but instead let out a long yawn. "Gomen!"
Ami offered him a teasing pout. "Am I boring you, Motoki?"
"Not at all! It's just that I'm so sleepy tonight! I can't help it."
"Poor thing." Ami raised her hand to run it gently along his jaw. "It's not your fault. It's the wind."
"The wind?" he repeated blankly, watching with surprise as her hand moved lower to caress his chest.
Moving much too close, she raised her face to his. "Mmhmm. The wind is whispering tonight. You can't hear it with your ears, but you can hear it with your heart." Her fingers splayed over his chest. "Sometimes, it whispers bad suggestions, like telling you that you are tired. Other times, like when it whispered to me, the suggestions are really, really good."
"Really?" Motoki asked, trying to understand what she was saying. "What did it tell you?"
That was either the wrong answer, or the right one. Motoki wasn't sure what to think when she seized him by the back of the neck and dragged his face down to hers. Her lips locked onto his in a hard kiss.
"WHOA!"
Motoki leaped straight back, out of her grasp. "Ami, what are you doing?"
"Following the wind's excellent suggestion," she replied, smirking as she advanced on him again.
He dodged around her, trying to put a game between them. "Uh, Ami, I think I should call someone. Maybe your mother?"
"She's out of town for the rest of the week."
"How about Usagi, or Rei?"
"That's alright," she said, slowly beginning around the barrier between them. "I don't want to share you tonight."
Motoki backed up until he hit the counter. "Ami, do you feel alright?"
She came around the game, and his jaw dropped. Her blouse hung unbuttoned, and he could clearly see her innocent white bra with the little bow between her young breasts. He jerked his eyes to her face as she whisked the shirt all the way off, and she winked at him.
"You tell me."
"Ami, um, you're very pretty, and I like you, but I have a girlfriend!"
Ami smiled, tossing the shirt onto a stool at the counter. "But she's in a whole other country. And I won't tell."
"Yes, but you see, I'm in love with her, and I'm not in love with you, so- Mmph!"
While he was babbling about love, Ami darted forward, grabbed his collar, and pulled him against her. He tried to pull away from her demanding, sweet lips, but she caught his open hand, pushing it against her waist. Then she forced it up, over her ribs until he cupped her breast with his fingers.
I love Rika! I love Rika! Ami's skin is really soft…Rika!
Ami's lips and hands disappeared suddenly. Motoki sighed once in relief, until the fist smashed into his jaw.
"What do you think you're doing to her?"
Staring up into a pair of enraged green eyes, Motoki thought quietly, I'm gonna die.
The man, a tall blonde with a long ponytail, seized him by the shoulders and spun him, slamming him back against the nearest game. "How dare you touch her? I'll kill you!"
"Zoisite!" Another stranger, this one with long platinum hair, pulled him off the very grateful arcade employee. "Calm down!"
"He put his filthy hands on her!"
"She made me do it!" Motoki cried, pointing accusingly at Ami.
"Don't you talk about her like that! She is a pure maiden!" the struggling man, Zoisite, yelled. "You ripped the shirt off her innocent body, you bastard!"
"Zoisite!"
The three men turned to Ami, who stood between a very concerned Makoto and Minako, while Rei seized up her shirt from the stool. The semi-nude girl ignored her friends, and everyone else, to look meltingly up at her "savior."
"Did you come to rescue me?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"We were worried," Rei told her, slipping the shirt over her shoulders. "The sun was going down, and you still weren't there! Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna are looking for you, too. We need to tell them your okay!"
Ami shrugged the garment right back off, and moved towards Zoisite, her hips swaying in an enticing rhythm. All the men watched with varying degrees of surprise as she stopped in front of him, laying a hand on his chest.
"You saved me, my Zoisite."
His face softened as his eyes met. "Of course, Ami-chan. Now put your shirt back on, and we'll take you home."
"But I don't want to go home with everyone. I just want to go home with you." She grinned. "And I don't want to put my shirt on."
"NANI?"
Her hand began to caress down his body. "You came to rescue me. Don't you think you deserve a reward?"
"Ami-chan! Hands!"
Zoisite leapt back, and the platinum haired man quickly went from restraining him to protecting him.
"Minako! Makoto! Grab her!" he shouted.
Her friends caught Ami's arms as Rei once again advanced with the shirt. Ami struggled, kicking Makoto in the shin and stomping on Minako's foot. The three girls refused to give in, managing together to put her arms through the sleeves. Buttoning the shirt proved a bit more difficult, as it put Rei in direct line with Ami's feet.
"Ami-chan!" Zoisite snapped. "Behave yourself!"
"If I'm naughty, will you punish me?"
"AMI!" all three of the other girls cried. "STOP THAT!"
"Why?"
"Because… it's wrong!" Rei cried.
Ami looked past her again to the tall blonde, her lashes fluttering seductively. "But I need Zoisite, right now. I need him with me. I need him to touch me."
"Two minutes ago, you needed Motoki to touch you," Minako reminded her. "What you're feeling isn't real!"
"Hey!" Zoisite cried, crestfallen.
"But I want Zoisite the most. I like him much more than Motoki."
"Hey!" Motoki added, affronted.
"I like Zoisite more than any other man," she added longingly. "I remember… Zoisite knows just how to touch a girl. He has wonderful hands."
The girls, his friend, and Motoki looked to Zoisite, who promptly turned bright red. He went to Ami, spun her around so she was facing away from him, and caught her under the arms, lifting her into the air. Holding her straight out at arms' length, he marched her to the door.
"Rei! Please!"
Rei obligingly opened the door, and he carried the giggling girl out into the night. They all watched through the window as he walked down the sidewalk, Ami talking and his face growing redder by the moment.
"I don't even want to know what she's saying," Rei admitted. "Come on, Makoto, we'd better catch up for protection."
"I don't think Ami is going to need protection from Zoisite," the other stranger told them.
"No, but Zoisite might need protection from Ami," Makoto reminded him as they left.
The platinum haired man turned to Motoki with an understanding smile. "Sorry. Ami hasn't been quite herself recently."
Motoki gave a little laugh. "I can see that."
"I know. You seem like a very nice young man. So I'm sure you'll understand when I tell you that you, in fact, saw nothing of the sort."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Kunzite," Minako added in a warning tone.
The man put his hand on Motoki's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Ami was not here tonight. You fell, and bumped your jaw on the counter. It must have hurt a great deal. You saw nothing of interest tonight."
Looking up into those frighteningly pale eyes, Motoki swallowed and nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Kunzite!" Minako called again. "Motoki is our friend. He would never do anything to hurt Ami!"
"I know that. Hurry home, young man, and try not to talk to anyone. And if you see someone who looks just like Usagi, but with black hair, run."
Kunzite patted his shoulder in a big brother fashion, and turned away. Opening the door, he paused to let Minako precede him. He followed, and on the sidewalk offered her his arm gallantly. After a pause, Motoki saw her smile up at him, and slip her hand through his elbow. Shining heads bent close together, he thought sleepily that they made a lovely picture walking away under the moonlight.