Rebel Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, so please don't assume that I do.
Chapter 3
I'm walking through a forest, it's a beautiful place. The light from the moon shines down on me, illuminating the trees. I am clad in a white dress that reaches my feet. I follow no path yet I know which way to walk. I reach the edge of the forest and there I stop. There it is. It's what I've been looking for. This is a strange thought. I don't think I've never known what I've been looking for. But there it is; a large castle-like mansion. Huge actually and beautifully elaborate. It's made of stone like a real castle from the 17th century. I feel that chill again. I realize now that I don't hate the feeling, it's nice.
I step up to the massive wooden doors and then pause. 'What should I do?' I have no idea what I am to encounter once I walk through these doors. Finally rationality kicks in. Good timing. My hand hovers; held in a fist, I mean to knock. But the doors open and he's there, the man with the blue eyes. I gasp, has he grown even more handsome! Probably just the moon light playing tricks on me. Bad, bad moon light. He offers his hand, I hesitate. He smiles then. Oh my dear lord, it's that smile again. I can't stop my hand from finding his now. He leads me inside, I take in the room, it's even prettier than I imagined. It's quite exquisitely done.
"I've been waiting for you." I jump at his deep voice.
"How could you have been waiting for me when I didn't even know I was coming?"
"I know a lot of things, Usagi." My name rolls off his lips like liquid chocolate. Delicious.
"And how exactly do you know my name?" Of course I'm paranoid!
He gives me a small grin.
"What's your name then?" It's only fair that I know his.
"Mamoru Chiba." I'm taken back, haven't I heard that name before? How could I forget something so important just now?
Mamoru continues to stare at me with that small grin on his face, like he's got a secret. Of course he's got a secret; he could have thousands of secrets for all I know.
"Come, Usagi." I follow him into another room; it's the living room, I assume. The ceiling is high and decorated with intricate designs. The walls are filled with precious paintings, I recognize a few.
"Is that a real Titian?"
"Of course." Right, of course it is.
I continue my scan of the room. A large, wood-burning fireplace, a comfortable looking set of furniture, a nice Persian rug, and many other little things that make the room seem elegant yet livable.
"You have a beautiful house…"
"No beauty could ever compare to yours, my dear." Ah, a smooth talker. I give him my skeptical look.
"Please, flattery will get you no where." And possibly everywhere.
"I was merely speaking my mind."
"Well, Mr. Chiba I think it's time for some explaining."
"Call me Mamoru and would you like a drink?" He passes me a glass of wine. He's totally ignoring me, oh the nerve of this man.
"Mr. Chiba please, I insist on having my questions answered." I don't take the glass he has in his hand.
Suddenly he take hold of me, I didn't even notice him put the glass down. He's definitely fast. He presses his lips on mine and I'm in heaven. They feel soft but his kiss is demanding and passionate. I can do nothing but cling to him. His hands move from my arms to my back and run the length of it, making me shiver. His hands reach my bottom and bring me up and I can feel his arousal; he's definitely enjoying this as much as I am. We stand there frozen, our bodies touching. He groans and rests his forehead on mine. Just as he opens his mouth to talk I feel myself jolting awake.
'Damn just when things were getting good.' Wait a minute…WHAT DID I JUST THINK? I barely even know this man and apparently I've already made up his name and where he lives. Yeah Usagi, he lives in a castle in the middle of a forest, right.
I look around; my friends are still sprawled on the floor, asleep. I get up slowly and make my way quietly to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face and run a comb through my hair. I stop and take a look in the mirror, I look normal even if I'm a little freaked out.
I get dressed and leave a note for my friends when the wake up. I check the clock, it's barely 8:00 and it's Saturday. I leave as quietly as I can and walk to my car. I sit there for a while, thinking again, finally I turn on the engine and drive to my usual Saturday morning stop. It's a café 2 blocks from my apartment. I order my usual breakfast, a cream-cheese bagel and an espresso, I sit down with the paper under my arm and my food in my hands. It's now that I start to really question my dream. What was I doing? Where was I? Am I really going crazy? All these questions are running through my head as I take a big bite out of my bagel. I finally dismiss the dream as a random act of craziness and get back to reading the newspaper.
Normally on Saturdays I take a walk around the city. I could end up anywhere, anywhere my feet take me that is. Today I decide to walk down a busy street near my apartment; it's not too crowded just yet. People like the stores and boutiques you find here. I just walk, occasionally stopping in on a store that looks interesting. I like these times to myself. I feel like I don't have a care in the world. It's peaceful. I reach the end of the street and take a left onto the next one. Suddenly my phone rings.
I answer. "Hello?"
"Hello is this Ms. Tsukino?"
"Yes this is she."
"Yes hello, I'm calling from Chiba Incorporated, Mr. Chiba was just wondering if you had the time to come give an evaluation of sorts."
Chiba? CHIBA!
"Wait, how did you get this number? And what kind of evaluation? I'm not a public accountant, I work for a company."
"Oh well we called your office and the secretary was nice enough to give us your personal line. Mr. Chiba is aware that you are employed but he was hoping you could make a special trip, he is willing to pay you double your current hourly wage."
"Okay…what do I have to do exactly?"
"It would be regular accounting things, checking accounts, balancing, and things like that. He's sure you won't have a problem."
"Umm…okay, I guess I could do it, when do you want me to come in?"
"Mr. Chiba will be sending a car for you in 1 hour. Be ready outside your apartment at 10 please."
"Yes, alright."
"Alright Ms. Tsukino, Mr. Chiba sends his thanks, see you soon."
"Yes see you soon."
I hung up the phone. Mr. Chiba? What a bizarre coincidence. Hopefully it is a coincidence. I make my way home. What am I going to wear!
Half an hour later, I'm sitting, once again, on my bed; clothes are everywhere. I seem to be doing this a lot lately. I decide I want to look totally professional, so I go with a short black suit jacket with a matching knee-length pencil skirt. I wrap my long hair up in a tight bun and slip on my kitten heel black shoes. I dab on some foundation, some black eyeliner, mascara and lastly some light pink lip gloss. I take one last look in the mirror and I'm off, down the elevator to the sidewalk and as promised there is a car waiting but it's not just a plain old car, it's a shining black limo waiting just for me. As I approach my stomach does a flip-flop. I'm so nervous I'm afraid I might bolt any second. That would take some explaining. 'Umm…yeah, I just remembered that I had something really, REALLY important to do.' 'That's why I started running for my life.' Great cover-up plan huh? I remember my dream's blazing, hot passion and my face burns with a deep pink blush. Ha lucky for me I didn't put blush on or else I would've looked like I was running a fever. Score one of Usagi. The driver opens the door for me and I step inside, we start the long drive into the downtown area finally stopping at this huge office building. I've noticed it before; very classy. The door of the limo opens and I get out of the car. I take another look up and the dozen or more floors and take a deep breath. Here we go Usagi, please don't mess this up.
