This is yet another fic that I had prewritten a little bit of. My muse cannot erase my word memory at least…Tears on glass might have a bug in it somewhere…my caps button went metaphorically 'boom' on that one…but please, read and enjoy. I don't own Sailor Moon.
Beginning of the broken oath
Nephrite came out feeling more refreshed that he had before, and started to creep up on Makoto, but the look on her face stopped him. "What's wrong Mako?" She just shook her head. "Memories. What a cookie?" Her smile suddenly flashed, and his doubts of her mood were set on the back burner. "Sure dear."
"I have a meeting today, so I will be home later, alright?" Mako nodded, and dug into the fridge. "Share these. You guys keep your noses buried in work so you might as well get a sugar high." A kiss later, Mako was off to the exercise room with a sad face and Nephrite was off to yet another meeting with Mamoru, just a few days after his oh so productive meeting with Kunzite. Nephrite hoped that he was in a better mood today. Mako's sugar cookies would at least make him hyper.
"Hello guys." The traffic had made him late, as usual. And also, as usual, the cookies saved him. "You're forgiven since you have food. Now share and take your seat." At times like this, it felt good to be just given orders by a true prince than those fake corporate leaders in America. "Now that we are all here…we are going finally discuss the holiday trip." The four males looking at Mamoru began to rummage thru there cases for the papers. "Stop." They did.
"The plan is simple and requires no papers. One, we smuggle our significant others off, with a minor surprise planned. Two, in the tinted window cars, we tell them of what's going to happen, and three, we get to the estate. Estate rules apply as follows. One, no business or work related things. Two, fights are patched up before said trip is over. Zoisite, stop keeping notes. Any questions?" Zoisite raised his hand. "How…how are we going to make the girls not believe that we are going on a trip?" Mamoru smiled. "By telling them we are going on a far grander trip. I have heard stories of how they can tell lies from you guys, so we are telling them a fudged truth, and hopefully, they will not be able to call any of you on tricking them." Kunzite said nothing, still preoccupied, as was Zoisite at Ami's wrath when she figured this out. Jadeite was though, curious, of why. "Mamoru, why are you doing this for us?" The four lower executives watched as pain flickered into his dark blue eyes, and then a mask hid it. "You guys work hard running the company. You deserve it, and it isn't fair if your significant others have to suffer while you have a vacation. While you are gone, I will run it in your place." A good mood had been building up, then with that final sentence, defeated. "You aren't coming?" Mamoru stood up and began to pace. "Why? My estate is for happy families, not loner bachelors. I've had something come up. Meeting's dismissed, by the way. Keep to the plan also." His smile was weak, and the door slammed gently.
The four looked at each other. "Any one know what that was about?" Zoisite got up and went to Mamoru's Brief case. He rummaged through it and pulled out a small photo. "She is what it is about." It was a pale blond, in a meatball hair style, and eyes to rival Mamoru's. He to, was around the blond, teasing her, and it was showing by a sort of cute pout. "Her name is was Usagi. The Last he saw of her was at the estate." Jadeite walked up to get a better view of the picture. "Are you stalking him, Zoi?" The blond shook his head. "He speaks of her often, in bits and pieces, I just pieced it together." The idea reminded them of the times he did bring her up, and all who wanted to see it did. Kunzite though, didn't care to say that he did. "Either way, we have a surprise to plan for the girls, and I have work to do."
It was more abrupt than usual for Kunzite. "Any one else have emotional outbursts they want to take off their chests?" Even though Jadeite said it in jest, Nephrite took it personally. "Yes, actually, there's a reason for his outburst, and mine as well. Its all of this." Jadeite was still recovering from Nephrites sudden outburst when a note was thrown at him. Looking at the note, he wondered what it was but never got the chance. "Well aren't we a quivering mass of hormones." Zoisite to, then followed Nephrite with a grumble.
"Hello, is Mrs. Weiss there?" Ami twitched, hearing only her husband's last name. "Its Ami Mizuno Weiss. Yes she is here. Who is calling?" Makoto smiled at someone else who kept their last name. "I am Makoto Kino Chopro. Please call me Makoto though. Your name is on the list of executive wives, and I wanted to let you know they were plotting something concerning us." Ami looked wearily at the stack of medical files she had to update, and then closed the top of the laptop. "How would you know this and who are you again? Is your husband Nephrite?" Makoto dug out the papers. "I have copies of his papers here, and I can fax them to you, if you want them. Yes, Nephrite and I are married." There was silence at the other end. "With respect, why do I need to know this?" Makoto thought about how to rephrase her answer. She really didn't know why. "I-I am sorry to disturb you then. Have a good day." Makoto hung up the phone quickly, leaving Ami still catching up. Makoto didn't know why she wanted to call Ami Mizuno Weiss, or what her point was. She also didn't know why she was trembling as she slid down the wall, or why a tear escaped her emerald eye. All she did know was that she missed the Senshi crew, and being called the girls. She missed overall having friends that cared about her. On the other end, Ami felt empty, forgotten and surrounded by papers. It wasn't that Zoisite had told her to stay away from any friends, he wanted her to get out more, but she just didn't feel like it. She continued on her records then, feeling the blankest ever.
Minako finally finished her work day, and collapsed on the couch. She wasn't tired or sore, or anything for that matter. What she did feel though, was that she had been in denial of her feelings for the past 10 years. Maybe she needed more work?
That option of work came in the mail, before she started some sort of a meal that Kunzite would finish. It was one of her designed ads; one she took pride in, for a new modeling agency. Their number was on the bottom, and the phone was next to the stove. Minako grinned, and dialed the number. In a few short minutes, she had an appointment with the head designers, to see if they could use her. Now, she had to introduce to Kunzite that she took another job application.
That happened after he came home, finished dinner, and both started eating. "Kunzite, you have said repeatedly that I should get out more, aside from my job." Kunzite looked up slightly hopeful. "I've found a modeling business looking for models. I designed their ad." Nephrite had said that he had a pretty blond creating his designs, as a branch of his department, so now he knew that he had called Minako a 'pretty blond'. Still agreeing with him with added qualities, he would have to hit him a couple times. "You are going for it Minako?" She nodded, happily. "Yes I have a feeling this modeling job will be as good as my first one in a long time." She was doing a chair happy dance while she was eating.
"You've done this before?" Putting her fork down, done, she went into her 'little room for her' and came out with a folder. Kunzite was also done, so he pushed his plate away for room for the folder. Her perfect white and long nailed hands flipped through photos of Minako's teen years. Out of the corner of his eye, he came to the conclusion that her body was much more appealing now then as a younger Minako. "I called myself Aphrodite." Kunzite gave her a look that made her mock glare. Then they came to the amateur looking photos, in less decorative outfits. "These my friends took of me." A long nail pointed them out in the background. Blue hair stuck out, a tall brunette, and a dark haired exotic female was dim in the background. In a playful shot, the camera girl was revealed as the meatball headed girl called Usagi. He said none of this though.
"Dear, can I borrow these pictures please; I'll be a good boy?" The begging look was priceless to Minako, as it had also side effect. She leaned in close on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. "As long as you aren't one tonight." Both smiled, one eviler than the other, until Kunzite jumped up and picked Minako up bridal style, surprising her. Her mock protests had something to do with the dishes. "No no dear the dishes are fine." Minako responded with a pout then, and a very good Kunzite promised to make that pout go away…She pouted more so, until the bedroom door…then nothing was seen out of it for several hours.
There's the relatively pointless chapter, with two or three points in it…Please R&R whatever you feel about it. Thank you much so for your support and reviews. I'll give names next time, as I am not online now…