Hi again, (Waves to the applauding audience and continues). Because of the encouragement from all the nice people who left feedback I'm going to continue with the story. Hope you like it. As an afterthought(s), I'd like to tell you that writing is hard. I mean, I have pieces of this story in my head, but not the whole plot, ya know? Also sticking with a story can get pretty tedious but hopefully I won't lose interest. But, I like writing my own story because sometimes when I read everybody else's story I want to change a sentence, or a paragraph, that will make it sound better and then I want to rewrite the story with my improved dialogue and everything, (I hope that didn't sound mean or arrogant or anything, I love everybody's stories). Does any one else have that problem? (Empty stares around the room). Just me huh? Well anyway I'll just let you get to the story now.
() When you see those, just consider them as useless information and silly side comments, which the author puts in every now and again. Feel free to ignore.
Chapter 1
Usagi awoke with uneasiness settling tight along her chest. She sat up with blinking eyes as they adjusted to the harsh rays of the rising sun that came bursting through the glass of her large windows. She dipped her head to the right and glanced toward the alarm clock sitting silent atop her mahogany nightstand and brought her hands to come through her tangled hair, and push it away from her face.
'6:20' it read. Just 5 minutes before her alarm would have sounded. She reached over to turn it off. 'No point for it to sound off now' she thought, 'I'm already awake', which was odd for her. She propped herself against the headboard of her queen-sized bed and pondered over it. Usually it took her five times after she'd hit the snooze button, to realize that she absolutely had to get out of bed. With all the late nights she pulled, (which had nothing to with studying, thank you, she was done and out of school for good), she craved all the sleep she could get. Even as a kid she could remember her mom's frustration at always having to come up to her room and personally remover her from her bed (Just like my mom!).? Of course, who wanted to trade in a warm, comfy bed for a hard desk and a bunch of math equations? It unnerved her that she was up early and wide-awake, when for the past twenty-three years she'd always slept in. Always.
Her eyes danced around her creamy colored bedroom, which only held a dresser, a small chaise, a four poster bed, and the nightstand, all furbished with the same dark mahogany color. Nothing was out of place, just a few pictures of her family atop the dresser. Make up still lay scrambled along her chaise. Last put not least, her clothes from yesterday's attire lay heaped together on the hardwood floor. She nodded to herself, the picture looked right in her head, but she couldn't help still feeling out of sorts. She just knew that something, something that probably wasn't good, was going to happen, and it was going to happen to her. She shivered.
Then she laughed at herself and how silly she was being. She shrugged away the uneasiness and rolled her shoulders back and cracked her neck to levitate the pressure on her tense back muscles. She blamed her early rising incident on the days old pizza she'd stuffed down last night and got up stretching. She looked to the clock once more, and her yawn turned into a yelp when she realized she was no longer up early. She'd been pondering for little over a half an hour, and if she didn't get moving she was gonna be late for work.
She made it out the apartment complex by seven twenty-five with no time for breakfast, which only consisted of toast anyway, and stepped into the office building at five past eight. She was five minutes late and she hadn't even made it to her desk yet, which was still ten floors up. And of course, to make matters worse, the elevator was out of order. She had to run up ten flights up stairs; in pumps no less. 'Great, just great' she berated herself.
She arrived at her desk out of breath and flushed. Some of her golden hair had escaped the French braid it was in, which hung curled around her face, which was light in makeup. She removed the cream colored blazer off her shoulders and hung it to the back of her chair. She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse to the middle of her forearms and undid the top button in hopes to cool her heated body, and in doing so showed off the inviting swell of her breasts. She hurriedly placed her purse under the desk and fell back lazily into her roller chair. She lolled her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat and jaw line. She crossed her legs allowing the black skirt she wore to ride up her toned thighs. Her arms lay to her side as she gripped the seat of her chair and her eyes were closed as she focused on breathing normally. All in all she made a rather alluring picture that did not go unnoticed by the males employees mulling around the hallways as they worked their way toward their offices.
The phone began to ring, rather shrilly she noted, and she jerked her body upward with a start. Remembering she had a job to start, she made sure that her breathing was normal before answering calmly with "You've reached Mr. Carter's office, how may I help you?"
"Hello sunshine"
She could feel the chills creep up her spine in response to the cool greeting. It left her temporally breathless as a vision of the man who'd been in her dream last night flashed across her eyes. Her hand gripped the phone until her knuckles were white, while the other had gone to her throat where her pulse had sped up to an alarming rate. She had to close her eyes and catch her breath while the uneasiness she had felt this morning came back with a vengeance. 'Calm down' she told herself, 'deep breath,' which she took and opened her eyes.
She had yet to answer him and he hadn't even asked if something was wrong, almost as if he knew he had affected her so. With another deep breath and a tight voice, she tried to answer him.
"Good morning Sir, I'm sorry for the pause I was glancing at files that were thrown on my desk just now, how may I help you?" her voice had gone low, almost intimate which she didn't like, but at least it was steady.
"Of course" he sounded amused as if indulging her, but not really convinced of her cover-up about the silence. She felt her nerves returning at his amusement, nothing like feeling stupid to get your defenses up.
"As for helping me, well," his voiced dropped lower as her heartbeat sped up, "I have a few suggestions as to how you could, all of which are inappropriate."
He wasn't teasing. She could feel the sexual promise in the predatory roughness of his voice. She could also feel something low in her body quiver with heat at his words, despite her mind's immediate offense at such a comment.
'What an arrogant son of a bitch.' She had no idea who the hell he was but she wanted out of this conversation.
"You did call for something important I assume? Would like to share or are you waiting for me to start guessing?" She mentally patted her back at the cool sarcasm, it gave her a false sense of control.
"Guessing would make the game more fun and playing games with you Usagi" She took a shape intake of breath at the mention of her name, "was always one of my favorite activities, among others." She could feel fear humming in her veins, and her body shook with the effort not to slam the phone down in its cradle.
His words had triggered images pushing at her memory but they were too hazy to grasp. She looked around the hallways to see if anyone was watching her but found it strangely empty. She focused her attention back on the conversation.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" she hated that her voice came as a scared whisper, being weak had never settled well with her.
"You'll find out soon enough and I will personally see to it." His tone practically purred with the silky promise and what scared her most was her body's anticipation to meet him. "Oh, do be a doll and tell Mr. Carter that a friend is on line one for him." She wanted to hit him right then but was more that willing to let it go if it meant an end to the conversation.
She pushed the hold button and then and took a moment to collect herself. Hitting the intercom with shaking fingers she told Andrew of his call on line one. When she saw that he had the line she slammed her phone down and stood up with shuddering limbs.
She reached the nearest bathroom within seconds and slapped her hand on the counter trying hard to control her breathing. She looked to her reflection and found her skin had gone unnaturally pale and a line of sweat covered her forehead. But her eyes scared her the most. Her eyes were wide, possessed with a stark fear of something she didn't want to understand. Her pupils had dilated to cover the whites of her eyes and her lavender eye color was nothing but a slim rim around them.
She closed her eyes tightly and swallowed the urge to scream. She was stronger than this, she had to be stronger than this. Especially if she was going to face him, which she knew with a certainty she would. He seemed like the kind to always keep his promise.
She opened her eyes, not daring to look in the mirror and studied her hands. She willed them to stop shaking, forced herself to breathe normally, and when she felt calm and somewhat collected she dared a peak at the mirror. Her eyes had gone back to normal but the fear was still there. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts but she pushed them to the back of her mind. She needed to concentrate on work and not think about what had just occurred.
'Good luck' her mind growled, angry that someone she didn't know could do this to her.
Rage rippled through her body at the man's ability to send her emotions out of control by simply speaking with his sensual tones. Control was her biggest issue, she had to feel in control. Succumbing to panic and fear would get her killed or worse, but she felt that with this new distraction control would be a thing of the past.
She wanted to kill him. She wanted to rip his throat out. She wanted to watch him bleed to death and smile while he could do nothing to stop it. She wanted to- she pulled back on her thoughts and stored them for later on, when she'd need it for the hunt tonight. She was going to kick some major ass she concluded, and she'd do it with a song in her heart.
She felt her body fully relax, and she stretched her lithe body like a content cat. Her eyes sparkled with their usual cheeriness and cool smile found a way to her lips. She was going to have fun tonight and no one could stop her. 'First things first' she thought 'I have to get back to work' which is exactly what she did. All the while images of the fun she'd have to night danced across her mind.
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Well what do you think? Reviews please! I personally, always wanted Usagi to have a darker, stronger side. I don't like people bullying her. She will definitely have an attitude equipped with sarcasm and sexual attraction. Watch out Mamoru! C ya
