Hello everyone, I'm back with another chapter of "It's never too late".
I must say that I had so much fun writing this chapter; and even though it took me longer to et it done (my mother-in-law is visiting from out of town, and I was also on a deadline for an article) but eventually, I managed to finish it. I hope you guys enjoy it. And like always, send me your thoughts through reviews. I really appreciate reading them.
TropicalRemix: Well, when I said "Happy Thanksgiving", it was actually thanksgiving in Canada! So I was actually sending my love to all my fellow countrymen. But hey, US thanksgiving is not that very far away from Canada's:D Mamoru is, well...Mamoru. You know how he is. Always trying to protect Usagi in different ways. He might be a jerk sometimes, especially in this story line, but his personality is not very far from his original one if you look at it. He's never been good with affection and showing emotions. And yes, readers will soon find out what Mamoru does and who he is. Enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think.
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"You look cute when you blush," he had said to her once a long time ago, during the many times he had walked her home. The way his voice had sounded, amused and filled with sarcasm, had made her blush even more; and she was so mad at herself at the time.
Come to think of it, she always seemed to be mad at him for one thing or another. She was always irritated and frustrated with him. And not knowing what he wanted from her made the whole dilemma even worst.
But now, as she regarded him from the doorway, she couldn't even remember the reasons behind her irritation. How could she be mad at that face? How could she be frustrated with that possessive personality?
The hurt that she had witnessed in his eyes just now had a very strong effect on her. She had never seen Chiba Mamoru like this. Over the past six months or so, she had seen so many different sides of him. His indifference, his unemotional characteristic, him being a total jerk, his time to time possessiveness, the sarcasm in his voice, the way he would smirk at her...the way he would make her feel, every time those warm hands pulled her close...his raw desire and passion...
But not this...never this shadow of confusion and uncertainty; not this dark hallow of heart break...
She felt like crying.
She leaned against the doorframe and looked at him, lying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His arms were stilled on his stomach, while his feet were still touching the ground.
"Have you been with him?" he asked as if he was asking her what day it was. And the question had left her stunned.
She wasn't that kind of a girl...she wouldn't jump from one guy to another...right? The moment their eyes had met, hers wide with horror and his, narrowed with confusion and anger, she knew what was going through his head.
And how could she blame him? She was here after all, wasn't she? Even though she was dating someone else, she had still knocked on his door in the middle of the night, and demanded his full physical and mental attention. She had literally thrown herself at him, and maybe not with words, but she had asked him to make love to her in her own way!
She felt sick to her stomach, now that the moment of passion was gone and she had time to think with her head, instead of her heart.
"When?" his voice snapped her out of her reverie and her eyes immediately focused on him again.
"What?" she asked, not sure what he meant.
Mamoru put his arm on his forehead, but didn't glance away from the ceiling. "When were you with him?"
Usagi's heart skipped a beat when she heard that accusing tone, underlined with anger. "I mean...I haven't been with him, technically," she stopped mid sentence, when she saw Mamoru moving as he leaned on his elbows; now he was looking at her in the dark.
"So..." he said, with a small frown. "Have you or have you not? There's no in between."
"Well I mean...we've done stuff..." she said hurriedly in a slow voice, and immediately regretted her own words.
Mamoru's eyes sharpened as he regarded her petite silhouette at the door. "What kind of...stuff?" he growled. God, why did he even want to know? Why did he want to torture himself like this? He didn't like all the images that his traitorous mind was sending him... 'Stop it,' he almost yelled at himself.
Usagi wiggled a little, as she kept playing with her long pigtail; her eyes never meeting his. "I don't want to talk about this," she said.
God, why did he even want to know? Why was he torturing her like this? She was disgusted with herself as it was...couldn't he see that?
"What kind of stuff Usagi?" She jumped a little when his voice increased two octaves.
"He is my boyfriend..." she went to explain...God, this really was hell on earth.
Mamoru suddenly stood up, which made her voice to trail off. "I don't care what he is...answer my fucking question," he hissed.
Usagi was thrown back when she heard him swear like that...she had never heard him swear like that, not towards her anyway...but just hearing him, that perverse and furious, snapped something dark in her, and she felt bile of anger coming up to her head as well.
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS MAMORU-BAKA..." she yelled from the top of her lungs. Not caring about the fact that it was almost four in the morning and the walls were too thin.
Mamoru moved faster than a thunderstorm, and before she knew it, he was standing right in front of her. "It is my business when I just had my tongue down your throat..." 'That did not sound good' he immediately thought to himself, but it was already too late.
Usagi's eyes widened massively. "YOU!" she pointed at him with her tiny index finger, "...ALWAYS HAVE YOUR TONGUE DOWN MY THROAT, WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE NOW?" She didn't know why she was still shouting, even though he was two centimeters away from her. But she was angry; oh how he made her angry.
"THE DIFFERENCE IS THAT I WANT TO FUCKING..." he paused for a second, trying to choose his wordings carefully; there was no need to scare her off like that. "...DO STUFF TO YOU, AND I CAN'T GET HIS FUCKING IMAGE DOING THE SAME THING OUT OF MY MIND," he finally flared up as well.
"I didn't sleep with him."
"Then what kind of stuff have you done? You said "stuff" right? What stuff?" Both of them were still huffing and yelling, and none of them were aware how close they had gotten. One really deep exhale would practically brush his chest against hers.
"Why are you asking these questions? They are private...do you hear me ask you about all the women you've been with?"
"That's because none of them were important enough to remember...but you like the apron boy right? That's what you said, that you liked him...you decided to date him right? Because you liked him..."
"Don't throw my words at me baka..."
"WHAT KIND OF STUFF USAGI?" he demanded again, and something inside of her roared.
"FINE...IF YOU WANT TO KNOW THAT BADLY...I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE DETAILS..." She pushed him away a little, and put her hands on her hips.
"We've kissed...countless times...AND HE IS REALLY GOOD..." She ignored the death glare Mamoru was sending her.
"We've also done second base." Her face had turned crimson, and it was not only because she was angry, and if it was a different situation, she would actually laugh at her own word choices'second base? What am I, twelve?' "...You know...where he would touch my..." She was cut short when Mamoru's firm hand clasped on her mouth.
"Shut up, shut up...just shut up," he repeated again and again, as he pushed her a little into the doorframe.
She regarded him with flaming eyes and tried to speak through his firm hand over her mouth. Her muffled voice was still really high.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore..." he said. "I don't want to talk about apron boy anymore...oww!" He immediately retrieved his hand and looked at it with disbelief, and back up to the blonde in front of him. "Did you just bite me?"
Her odangos were loose and he could see tiny strands of gold hair sticking out from everywhere. "Why, what happened Chiba? You were so eager to hear all the details," she said in a voice Mamoru had never heard. "Don't you wanna know how he would..." She gasped when she felt Mamoru's lips attacking her mouth with that intensity.
"Stop talking Usagi..." he murmured against her lips, as he sealed them again. His tongue was playing with hers in a dance that only the two of them knew. She winced when he gently bit down her lower lip, probably for revenge, and then licked the same spot in the most sensual way.
She wanted to say something, push him away, demand an apology, but all she could do was pull away, just barely, from his frantic lips and try to form words. "You...can't just do this..." He kissed her, and she pulled away again "You have...no right."
He kissed her even harder. "I have every right..." he mumbled against her swollen lips, voice tight and unsteady with arousal.
Her head was dizzy; just like all those other times he had kissed her like this, and through that haze, she barely registered when he hauled her up in his arms and walked towards his bed.
He sat her on the bed, just like before, when he had sat her on the sofa and kneeled in front of her...never letting go of her lips.
It was weird, but the moment his lips had touched hers, the images that were on his mind had changed drastically. He was no longer seeing apron boy with her; rather, it was his own body that was covering hers...molding her into him. It was his name that was pulled from her mouth like a mantra...his hands that were wiping away the sweat from her stomach...his lips brushing against her sweet, sweet navel...
"I want to make love to you Usagi..." he said as his lips detached themselves from her little pink ones and he leaned his forehead against hers.
It was true. Mamoru had always had sex, and probably even mind-blowing sex with one particular partner; but he had never considered them 'making love'. To him, it was a way to let out all the stress and desire that was built up in him...and for the past few months, most of that stress and pent up desire had come from a certain blonde...a blonde that he had considered a cute play thing at the beginning...the same blonde that he wanted to make love to now... "I want so bad to make love to you..." He opened his eyes to look at her; her eyes were closed and there was a red hue on her cheeks. "I want to touch every part of you..." His hands were stroking her thighs gently, and she exhaled deeply. "I want to kiss and lick every inch of you..." He brushed his lips in an invisible line down her throat. "Fuck..." he swore almost inaudibly, "I've never been this hard before...Odango...what have you done to me?" he groaned when her small hands moved against the nape of his neck and she kept his face buried into her chest.
Usagi's mind was blank...for real, there was nothing going through her mind, except for a very white line that would jingle and tinkle every time Mamoru's hands or lips would touch her.
And she found the feeling exquisite. She never wanted it to stop.
She let out a soft sigh when Mamoru's hand came up to her waist and pushed away the fabric to touch the skin underneath. Oh how she loved being touched right there...by him.
She felt him staring at her, and so she opened her eyes to see...to see those deep cobalt eyes regarding her with a level of passion that both scared and excited her at the same time.
And the question in them...was he seriously waiting for an answer? Like, a coherent, lexical respond? Wasn't her presence on his bed a good enough of an answer for him? She had walked, all alone, in the middle of the night to his apartment, wasn't that enough?
Mamoru held his breath for a moment, when she slowly started to lay back on the bed, with him still kneeled between her legs. He let out the breath he was holding, loudly enough for her to hear, when her small little wicked hands grabbed him by the lapels and took him with her.
And finally, he was lying on top of her...he had never done that before. He had always held her close, too close sometimes...but he had never, ever, fully covered her small figure like this.
The feeling was exquisite.
He looked down at her, and a small hint of a smile adorned his face when she averted her eyes away.
"You look cute when you blush..." he said as his warm fingertips caressed her pink cheek and jaw line.
Usagi's eyes darted back to him and her heart skipped a beat. He was looking down at her with the most loving eyes she had ever seen. This was not the Chiba Mamoru she had come to know; this was a totally different person.
And, oh hell, what was the point of waiting any longer...
There was nothing...absolutely nothing that could stop them now.
So she raised her upper body and he met her half way.
So, there was obviously one thing between them...one very important something, someone...
And she had forgotten all about him all through dawn and first hours of the cloudy Saturday morning.
She opened her eyes for a split second, only to close them quickly, when arrows of light penetrated her vision through the dark curtain. She was lying on her stomach, while a side of her face was buried in the pillow. She tried to open her eyes, but she was just too tired...and her whole body felt sore...
Her eyes immediately opened and she was instantly aware of the warm body sleeping next to her. His arm was draped around her midsection, while his chest was plastered on her right backside. Her legs were tangled with his, making it impossible for her to move.
Sometime during their...activities, he had managed to undo her odangos, and thus, her hair was spread across her pillow. She vaguely remembered how he had pushed away her hair all the way up, to expose her back and neck, after she had laid there, sweaty and tired; she could still remember the warmth of his lips and hands as he had laid kisses all over her back before she had drifted to sleep.
She hugged her pillow closer to her body, inhaling the scent of him left there, mixed with her own perfume. Flashes of what had happened a few hours ago entered her mind and she closed her eyes with embarrassment. 'Oh my God,' she thought to herself, 'I did it...with Mamoru.'
She had done it...and with the guy she had considered her worst nightmare for the longest time; a guy who was always mysterious to her; always distant and yet, so achingly close. She had never thought of them like this...even though their fragile and weird relationship was always so sexual; hell, the guy had kissed her on the second day he had started talking to her! What more did she expect?
But now...she had done it with Mamoru...she had let him take her; take her to the new chapter of her life as a woman. She blushed even harder.
And oh dear God...it was nothing like what she had ever experienced before. He had always turned her knees into jelly, simply by kissing her and occasionally touching her...but nothing could have prepared her for what he had done to her that morning. Nothing.
"You like that?" he had whispered in her ears more than once...and every time she had nodded her confirmation with biting lips, unable to use her voice even if her life depended on it.
"You want more?" he had chuckled against her neck, and she had to restrain herself to shout out with frustration. "Stop blushing...it's driving me crazy..." he had groaned before biting the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
She opened her eyes again and stared at the small bedside table. From where half of her face was buried in the pillow, she could only see the small lamp, and a tiny line of a ripped foil package. She felt a sudden heat rushing up on her face, and she let out a deep exhale.
The body behind her moved away from her a little, enabling her to move her upper body more.
She went to turn around, to look at his sleeping face...she wanted to see him, now. She felt like she hadn't seen him for a long time, even though she had spent the whole night in his arms.
She had spent the night in a man's arms...a man that she wanted so much...a man who was now her lover...and who wasn't her boyfriend...
Motoki...
She felt bile coming up to her throat; and suddenly, all the passion and craving that she had felt vanished, replaced by a feeling of dread and disgust.
What had she done?
Not only had she thrown herself at another guy, but she had actually lost her virginity to him. To a guy who wasn't her boyfriend, who wasn't her anything for that matter.
And she felt sick. 'I'm going to throw up,' she thought to herself, as she buried her whole face in the pillow and let out a small whimper. The scent that had left her senses in haze only a moment ago, was now penetrating her mind with bitterness.
The images that were turning her on just a moment ago were now turned into a reminiscence of shame.
"Please...please," she could still hear herself saying, and it made her even sicker.
What had she done?
Mamoru stirred beside her, and her hazed mind became focused.
She couldn't face him...she could not face the guy who was sleeping beside her; who was definitely naked...and glorious.
She wanted to see him naked again...
'Snap out of it, you slut!' she yelled at herself.
Mamoru moved once more.
There was not much more time to waste.
"So, what did he say?" Minako asked, as soon as Usagi opened their front door.
The petite blonde immediately turned red, and Minako's eyes twinkled. "Or should I be asking, what did he do, instead?" She laughed out loud when Usagi's eyes widened with embarrassment as she turned back to check the small empty hallway behind her.
"SHHHHH, Mina-chan..." she pleaded with her friend, who only laughed harder.
"Oh My God...I can't believe this...you have to give me all the detai-" she was cut short when Usagi hurriedly lunged forward and clasped her mouth with her cold hand. "Be quiet Minako...my mom is right there," Usagi hissed and then let out a frustrated groan when the taller girl widened her eyes with amusement and tried to speak.
"I don't want to talk about it," Usagi announced when the two of them finally entered her room.
"WHAT? I want all the details...all the dirty details," Minako whined as she sat on the pink fluffy bed.
"Well, I don't want to talk about it," Usagi said again, avoiding eye contact with the blonde.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about Usa-chan, I told you all about my first time..." Minako smiled with amusement and sat more comfortably on the bed.
"This is gonna be the first time you'll never forget," he had breathed into her ear…
Usagi shook her head and tried to focus on what Minako was saying instead of that voice in her head.
"You gave us that information voluntarily, and honestly, I could have died a happy woman without knowing most of them." Usagi sighed and sat beside the small table in the middle of her cluttered room.
Minako rolled her eyes. "Whatever, but I still told you about it; so now it's only fair for you to tell me yours. Let's not forget that I'm the one you should be thanking right now," she declared and laughed.
"This isn't fair? Want me to play fair?"
"THANKING YOU?" Usagi cried out, "I should be strangling you right now Aino, for convincing me to actually go there in the first place!" She slammed her fists on the table, making Minako jump from her slacked back position.
"Why are you so mad Usagi? What happened?" she asked with a slight concern in her voice; which changed to desperate hyperventilation when Usagi's eyes averted away from her and focused on the ground.
"Did he...he...did he force you Usagi?" Minako asked, now fully alarmed; smile and amusement long gone from her beautiful features.
Usagi turned to her hurriedly, "No-no, it wasn't like that," she explained with urgency.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No...it's nothing like that Minako."
"Tell me if it hurts..."
"So what happened? Why are you like this?" Minako left her sanctuary on the bed and sat beside her friend.
Usagi was hesitant, unable to explain the full extent of her misery and self-disgust. "I..." she looked at Minako, but immediately looked away with shame. "Motoki..."
She needn't say anything else because the way Minako grabbed her hand reassured her that no more explanation was needed at that point.
"Let's go for a walk Usa-chan," Minako pushed away a few strands of hair away from Usagi's face and smiled up at her.
Something inside of Usagi blossomed with happiness.
He had been standing on the small balcony ever since he came out of the shower. The sky was cloudy, and he knew that the rain would come soon; it was only inevitable.
He took another small sip of the bitter coffee as he gazed into the gray sight of Tokyo. It was quite a view from up here actually; one that had won him over after seeing dozens of apartments. It was because of the same view Daiki had asked him over and over whether he could move in with him; a simple no was never enough for that guy.
A sudden breeze made him shiver and he felt goose bumps appearing all over his body, but he didn't make any move to go back inside, or even try to cover his upper body with the blue towel around his shoulders.
"I'm nervous..." Her eyes were closed; face flushed as she breathed heavily. "You should be," he had whispered into her ear.
If he closed his eyes, he could still feel her soft skin under his fingertips. He could still see the rise and fall of her small chest, every time he had teased her with his mouth; and God...even the thought of her could make him hard again.
He had still been hard when he woke up a few hours ago, only to find his bed empty.
She had run away...again.
She always ran away from him.
But after last night, he had assumed that everything between them was changed. He was no longer an annoyance in her day-to-day life; a nobody who would show up randomly by her side, no matter how intimate those meetings were. He was no longer a stranger.
And, didn't it matter that she had become an important someone to him, months ago?
"Don't look, it's embarrassing," she had tried to cover herself, but to little avail. He was adamant and horny as hell...and he had waited for so long.
Was that it? Had he been too rough? Did he hurt her? Is that why she ran away?
He tried to dig deep into his memory. She hadn't seemed hurt. She seemed tired and...spent at the end...but not hurt. He had tried his hardest to be gentle...and he had only let loose when she had asked him to...
He groaned when his mind and heart lost their sync and each started to play a new game on him. While his devious mind sent him images of her, naked and glorious and panting, his pathetic heart screamed for her absence.
"Please, please..." she had repeated over and over, and he was willing...oh how he was willing to give, and knowing that she probably didn't even know what she was begging for, made him want to give even more.
The phone ring brought him back to reality; he had never been this willing to answer the phone.
"Moshi moshi?" he said hurriedly, his face falling when he heard Hisa on the other line.
"You need to come to the loft, right now." And she hung up.
Mamoru stared at the small dials on the telephone keypad before his eyes drifted to the balcony.
It had started to rain. He sighed as his eyes hardened.
Going to the loft and facing the Tanaka's was only inevitable.
Just like the falling rain.
"Tell me you want me." His hot breath was doing wonders to her mind, and every coherent thought was wiped out once his hand cupped her small breast. His touch was making her crazy with need.
"Tell me," he demanded again, rubbing his warm silky chest to her naked back, kissing and suckling her neck, like she was a delicious lollipop and he was a dying man.
"I want you...ohhh." She couldn't help but to let out a whimper. He was making her feel so good, shouldn't she at least try and give him this little; her inexperience was embarrassing, so she could at least try and be a little vocal. "Nothing is sexier than an occasional 'ah' and 'yeah baby' in a guy's ears during sex," Minako always said.
Suddenly, his hand was right there and every thought of inexperience was long gone from her mind. His fingers...oh his long, graceful fingers were playing with her, where no one had ever touched...and oh God...was that his digit inside of her?
She heard him groan behind her. "Fuck..." he swore, "you're so tight...and wet," he sucked her earlobe, "do you want me that much?"
She could actually feel her cheeks flushing a deep red. "Ahh...I..." she couldn't bring herself to say anything else as she felt him going deeper and deeper; touching parts of her that seemed so out of reach. "You what?" his husky voice breathed into her ear, making her body shiver with something akin to pain. Her only response was a small whimper as one of her hands clutched the pillow tighter and the other one reached out to try and push his away.
"Relax," he whispered, "I'm not gonna hurt you." His voice, so gentle and loving. His finger seized it's movement, giving her time to breath. "Don't tense up," he said with a small smile when her body sucked him in deeper unconsciously. "Oh God," he hissed as he went up on his other elbow and hovered over her shivering body.
He kissed her hard and deep.
"Usagi? Usa-chan?"
Usagi's mind came back to reality when she heard her name being called and she looked up at Minako.
They were walking around the park, arm in arm, as Usagi managed to give her persistent friend all the 'details'; although it took her a while to do so, with hesitation, a lot of blushing and mumbling phrases.
She even told Minako how she had managed to sneak out of his place before he woke up, and it really helped that he didn't have her phone number; and...thank God he hadn't showed up at her front door either.
Minako had listened to her with a small smile on her face, giggling every once in a while as she told her the story; congratulating her on having her very first orgasm...orgasms.
She had also listened to Usagi's rushed words about Motoki and how she felt like a slut and how she wanted to die with shame, and how her life was ruined, and how she was a cheater, how she had crushed Motoki's heart under her feet, how she was a bad, bad person, who had done a sin and how...
"Enough," Minako finally said, and ignored Usagi's panting state. "Enough with all this self destruction Usa-chan." She grabbed the petite blondes' hand and sat her on a nearby bench. "You're not a bad person ," she cast her friend a warning look, "listen to me...you are not a bad person, you may have done a bad thing...but it wasn't wrong, do you understand me?" Usagi's blank look made it apparent that she didn't.
Minako sighed and released her hand to push away strands of hair from her face. "It's not like you're sleeping around Usagi. Yes, I understand. You slept with someone other than your boyfriend, but...it's not like you have that level of relationship with Motoki, right?" she stared back at Usagi who was now watching a few kids playing a few feet away.
"I want you so much Usa," Motoki's voice penetrated her mind and she closed her eyes against the reality of what she had done. He had showed her, countless times, through words and action, how much he wanted her. His every word, every touch when they were alone screamed desire and need, and yet, she had never opened up to him.
Of course, she had always responded to his kisses and advances. She had even let him touch her, not too innocently, at the back room of the arcade, one time on his break, when suddenly everything had heated up during their make out session and his hands seemed to be everywhere.
But she had never gone to his place and had rejected all his attempts at seducing her in spending one evening when his roommate was out.
And now...look at what she had done.
"I can't get enough of you," he had said into her ears, all flushed and sweaty, hovering over her spent body on his queen size bed...still breathing hard from his own intense release; his blue eyes penetrating her soul.
STOP THAT! she scolded herself mentally, as she felt tears rushing into her eyes.
"Usa-chan, don't cry...why are you doing this to yourself?" Minako wrapped one arm around the crying teenagers' shoulder and held her close.
"I'm disgusting Mina-chan!What am I going to tell Motoki? He's just too good of a person to be in this position...having a cheater as a girlfriend..."
"Do you love him?"
Minako's question, although simple, but it still stirred something in Usagi, and she had to blink a couple of times. "Who?"
"Do you love Motoki?"
Usagi paused again, reaching down to the depth of her heart to give her an answer. "I mean...I do, he's a good person and..."
"I'm not asking you if you love him as a person Usagi," Minako said with raised eyebrows. "I'm asking you whether you love him...as in, not seeing him would make you sad, seeing him would put a stupid smile on your face. Hearing his voice tingles something in you kind of thing." She paused midsentence and stood up. "Does your heart pound every time you see him? Do you just want to rip his clothes off whenever you guys are alone? Devour him whole?" She stood right in front of Usagi, her lean and slender figure blocking Usagi's view of the playing children.
"Ummm...I mean..." Usagi mumbled unsure and then said nothing else.
"If it takes you that long to think about it Usagi, then I guess we both know the answer," Minako said after wrapping her arms around herself.
They looked at each other without saying a word for a few minutes. Minako seemed pretty determined to put some sense into Usagi's mind and stop her self-guilt and pity. And she was all too ready to do so, before a faint sound of a thunder came and soon after that, little drops of rain followed.
"Breath...just breath," he cooed into her neck.
She was completely at his mercy now; his large form was blocking the tiniest arrow of light as he hovered over her body, bringing her close to his chest.
She couldn't speak, couldn't move...oh dear God...and he had done it with just a tiny finger! She could still feel her drenched core pulsing with ecstasy.
"Are you okay?" he leaned into her and started kissing and nibbling her neck. His hand, now damp with her desire, left a trail of goose bumps all over her stomach. "Should I stop?" he smiled a devilish smile when her eyes opened instantly and her glazed stare lingered on his face. "Then tell me what you want," he groaned when she wiggled her little body under him, bringing his hard erection in contact with her inner thigh. "Fuck, Odango, stop moving around."
She was still seeing stars when he leaned in between her legs and spread them apart. "Please, please..." she repeated in a small voice that made his whole body tense with desire. "What do you want..? Tell me. I want to hear you say it..." He went down to her chest, knitting and biting her small soft breasts, tiny pert nipples coated with his saliva, as he went further down, leaving hot, open kisses on her abdomen and stomach, licking the perfect tiny hole of her belly button, making her gasp with tantalizing pleasure.
"I'll stop if you don't tell me what you want..." His voice was unsteady and tight with lust, and her eyes opened once more to look down at the top part of his ebony head. "Anything you want," his voice held a certain tone...which she was so unfamiliar with...
"Umm..." she tried to form words; oh God, how could she do that while his chest was in direct contact with her...with her...
"It tickles..." she finally said, and she couldn't recognize her own voice; it was so slow and...deep; like she had just woke up from a perfect dream.
She looked down at him again when his deep chuckle reached her ears. "What? This?" His fingers were suddenly going up and down her stomach, in an agonizingly slow motion, making her shiver even more. "How about this?" he taunted as his hands continued their assault on her body.
Usagi's breathing was labored, both with laughter and desperate gasps. "Stop...hehehe...please...stop... baka..." He did stop and she was immediately aware of the loss of his touch. She took a deep breath before looking down again and her laughter subsided until it was gone completely. She looked into his eyes that were watching her with an unknown expression, although, filled with pure, raw lust.
He continued watching her, until her face was reddened with embarrassment of their position. She went to say something, to do something really; maybe try to close her legs, cross her arms around her chest...
But...
All thoughts disappeared from her mind, when he gave her a tiny, dangerous smirk, and then his handsome face and those sneaky lips were hidden from her vision as she arched her back and her hands flew into his hair.
Usagi's eyes snapped open, and she immediately groaned.
Miss Haruna's classroom was not the place to be thinking of that night...at all.
"Oh hey, Usagi-chan," Unazuki's voice lured Usagi out of her day-dreaming and she stiffened when she heard the older girl's voice.
"Oh how are you Usagi-chan? I haven't seen you since that night. Are you okay? I didn't even get a chance to talk to you after that," Unazuki said in one long breath. She took note of Usagi's reddened cheeks and the tiny bags under her eyes. She looked sleep deprived and somewhat sick. Unazuki did a once over at the small blonde; she even looked a little fragile.
"Hi Unazuki-san, I'm fine...I mean, yeah we didn't get a chance to talk..."
"Oh my God, can you believe it? We went there simply to have dinner...look how it turned out..." Unazuki was never the one to pay full attention to anyone's remarks, "I mean, who would have thought that we still have gangs in Tokyo, ne? I mean, who does that, really? Some stupid nobodies who think they rule the city...ha," she took a deep breath and shook her head.
Usagi was apparently watching her and nodding at her speech. But in reality, her mind was far away...far away at a small ceiling closet.
""Usagi-chan, are you listening to me? Are you sure you're okay?"
Usagi's eyes suddenly focused back on Unazuki's freckled face, "Wha...yes...yes I'm listening Unazuki-san, I just spaced out for a moment, gomen," she hurriedly explained.
"Um," Unazuki said, before looking at her wrist-watch, "oh shoot...I'm going to be late." She looked up at Usagi again. "I'm on my way to the arcade, my shift is going to start soon. Were you going there too? To meet Motoki?" she took the younger girl's elbow and did a little pull. "Let's go, we can walk together."
Usagi panicked. She still wasn't ready to face Motoki. She had been avoiding him for the past two days. He had called, asked her to meet him at the arcade, or he could have picked her up to go somewhere or...at least meet him at the entrance of her house! But she had ignored his pleads with desperation. Giving him lame excuses of being sick or that her dad didn't want her to go out, ever since the news of what happened at the new restaurant in town was spread out and Kenji had found out that his little princess was actually there on the same night.
She tried to come up with some more lame excuses for Unazuki, who was pulling her towards the street which would lead them to the arcade. But the taller girl was still ranting about gangsters and their useless existence in the city; she probably couldn't even hear Usagi's voice.
They soon turned on a corner and Usagi saw the sign of the arcade, and the bilethat was near her throat ever since that night threat to come back. Desperately, she tried to pry Unazuki's hand away from her elbow. "Um..Unazuki-san, I really need to go home...my mom wants me to do something for her...I..."
"Oh come on Usagi-chan, I haven't seen you in a few days, and I'm pretty sure that Motoki is going to be so happy to see you too."
"No, you don't understand...I-"
Her words were caught short, when a tall lean figure stepped out of the arcade with a box.
"Oh there he is!" Unazuki exclaimed with a happy smile. "Yo...Onii-chan..." she started waving at Motoki, who turned around and saw them coming down the street. His small smile widened noticeably when he saw Usagi being dragged behind his sister; then he waved back.
The bilewas getting closer and closer...her vision went blurry. Motoki was coming towards them. She couldn't see his face anymore...
She was disgusting. He shouldn't be smiling at her.
He was getting closer.
"I'm so close...so close..."
She heard Motoki call out her name.
And everything went blank.
"Usa? Usagi? Can you hear me sweetheart?"
Motoki's voice seemed distant, but so near at the same time. Usagi's eyelashes moved a little.
A warm hand pushed away her blonde bangs and caressed her cold cheek. "Usa...come on, open your eyes." Motoki leaned towards his girlfriend who was laid on the small couch at the backroom of the arcade.
He had gotten so scared when she had collapsed on the street, right on Unazki's arm. He had rushed towards the two, yelling out Usagi's name while gathering the petite teenager into his arms. He had rushed back inside, with Unazuki hot on his heels.
Usagi's eyes fluttered a little, she moaned. The hand on her cheek touched the side of her neck and a warm breath neared her face. "Usa? Look at me sweet..."
"Don't close your eyes...look at me..."
Her eyes snapped open. She looked straight at Motoki's forest green orbs that were watching her with intent. He was so close.
"You scared the hell out of me Usa," Motoki sighed with relief, when those baby blue eyes became more clear and started staring into his face. He put an arm behind her slender shoulders and pulled her against himself. He inhaled the sweet scent of her...strawberries...so uniquely Usagi...
"I've missed you so much..." he breathed against her temple and kissed it lightly.
Usagi's mind was still blank. How did she get here? She blinked. How had she managed to turn from a cute, happy girlfriend into a total slut? She blinked again. And oh God...Motoki's loving words were like salt on the wound... she didn't deserve those words...she didn't deserve to be hugged and caressed like this...she didn't deserve him.
"Are you cold?" he whispered, tightening his arms around her small frame. "You're shivering. Are you okay? Maybe I should take you to the doctor."
"I'm...fine," came her small voice. She couldn't say much more; but she needed so much for him to stop. Stop caressing her this way, purring gentle words in her ears, rubbing her back to bring back warmth to her cold body...she just needed him to stop being like this. She didn't deserve any of it.
"Where have you been these past couple of days?" he asked, pulling away to be able to look into her face. He frowned a little. She looked so pale and fragile. And something in her eyes seemed different.
"I...was, busy," she said, not glancing away from the ground.
"Busy? With what?" he asked, putting a finger under her chin and bringing her face up. "What's wrong Usagi? Why have you been avoiding me?" He encouraged her to look at him, which she did eventually, but it was clear that she was somewhat uncomfortable.
"I...haven't," she said, unable to stare into his eyes for too long. "I told you...my dad went berserk when he...I mean, when he heard about that night..." she gulped, "so...he didn't want me to go out..." she finally averted her eyes away from his intense stare.
Motoki watched her for a moment, taking note of how her lips were pushed into a thin, tense line. Her pale cheeks had a hue of pink on them. Those little bags under her eyes said so much about her sleeplessness. Was it because of what had happened that night? He sighed.
He still had no idea what had happened to her and Minako, during the hour they had spent alone. He hadn't had the chance to question Usagi about it. And now, he scolded himself mentally of how easily he had forgotten all about it.
Two young teenagers were left alone in the middle of a horrible night. Clearly something must've gone wrong, and she was probably so scared...and he hadn't been there for her.
"Talk to me Usagi...I'm going crazy, please tell me what happened?" He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and whispering to her.
Usagi closed her eyes against the sudden pain, and the rush of tears. How could she do that...that horrible thing...to a good person like Motoki? What was wrong with her?
"I want you so much..."
She felt a few tears descending from her eyes and making a wet line on her cheeks. She had to push his voice out of her head...she just had to...but...but that voice...those eyes...
"Oh, don't cry sweet...please don't cry." Motoki's fingers patted away her tears. His lips closed down on hers in a small, gentle kiss. "Just talk to me. I'm here for you Usa...talk to me,"
"I'm here with you...don't be afraid...I'm right here..."
Usagi took a deep breath. "You need to tell him...come clean, and then decide," Minako had told her, "tell him and free yourself of this guilt," she had said before leaving Usagi's house.
I have to tell him, Usagi thought to herself, the sooner the better. He doesn't deserve this, she thought. Calling to all the Gods out there to give her strength and courage, to tell her boyfriend of the horrible thing she had done. The more I wait, the more this secret is going to eat me alive. Motoki deserves to know, she repeated in her head again and again.
She slowly opened her eyes and stared right into Motoki's green orbs.
This was it...the moment of truth...she needed to confess and make herself ready for any reaction he might show.
She had to do it. He deserved to know.
Her small little dry lips opened to inhale deeply... Motoki was watching her with serious and focused eyes.
This was it.
A knock came on the door.
It was almost past 9:00 pm when Daiki came back, with two bags of food. He entered with his usual ungraceful manner, all lanky and tall, and went straight to the made-up kitchen on the far corner of the loft. He sat the bags down on the small wooden counter, and looked up at the other side of the room.
Two of their friends were playing a video game, the one they had been playing when he had left. And it seemed like they both sucked at it, since none of them had yet to win.
Mamoru was sitting at the small table; a few papers sprawled in front of him. Just like an hour ago, when Daiki had left to buy some food.
He walked towards the table, with a beer in hand. "Where is Hisa?" he asked as he neared the table.
Mamoru didn't look up. "She went home...something irritated her," he answered back.
Daiki sat on the other side of the table and pushed the beer bottle towards Mamoru. "She's always irritated at something," he said, taking a small sip of his own beer and looking over the papers.
"Yeah." Mamoru's replied shortly as he too took a sip of the beer.
Daiki regarded his friend for a moment, taking note of the small hallows under his eyes, his hair seemed disheveled more than ever. "So, what are we going to do?" he asked as his eyes scanned the official paper in front of him, upside down...after all, he had memorized the contents.
Mamoru didn't say anything; he just shrugged and took another sip of the beer; his eyes never leaving the paper he had in his hand.
"Do you think they were serious about police business?" he asked again, fully aware that he might not get an answer again.
"It's possible..." Mamoru mumbled and then put down the paper, only to take another one to read.
"But they have no proof."
"They don't need proof, our presence there and these idiots," he gestured with his head towards the two teenagers playing video game. "Poor timing is proof enough," he replied back and finally looked up at Daiki. "Besides, someone also saw you entering their place...I thought you knew better," he frowned and looked down again.
The blond was watching him with intent, his mind going back to the night when he had gone to the Tanakas' meeting place with Goro. It was just a small retort for what they had done to their loft; and he actually had thought that no one noticed their presence. He sighed as his mind flew to the opening night of the Tanaka Subaro's restaurant. They hadn't plan on anything that night either, maybe a little prank on Tanaka's self esteem or his sanity. Nothing big. But one thing led to another...and it's not like the Tanakas' didn't deserve it coming. They had started this by invading and trashing their loft; let alone beating up one of their friends a few weeks ago. So it was only fair for them to do the same thing.
So when Hisa had whispered into his ear that maybe, just maybe, they should call on a small "revenge" he hadn't questioned her at all. But then, she hadn't seemed inclined to let Mamoru know of her plans, which had troubled Daiki a little. But then again, everything had seemed going according to plan. Akito and Kuro were simply supposed to play around a little with Subaro's "men", who were obviously there to watch out for any kind of intrusion.
However, somewhere along the way, the whole situation had gone out of hand. A few fists were thrown and before they knew it, two people were badly injured; and Daiki was secretly grateful that both men belonged to the Tanakas'.
Daiki shifted his eyes back to the copy of the police statement in front of him. The eldest Tanaka had taken the liberty to deliver it to them. With the devil's smirk on his disgusting face. "Let Chiba know will ya?" he had said to Daiki as soon as he had opened the door. "And also," he had done a dismissing gesture with his right hand, "as I've always said, stop trying to be somebody..." the smirk had crept back, "you're just a bunch of nobodies." His hand suddenly was grabbing Daiki's collar, "Stop fucking around with us." And before Daiki was able to retort anything back, he had pushed him away and was gone.
"This is not good," he said, after going over the report once more. "Tanakas' know what they're doing, they'll never do anything without a reason," his green eyes went back up to Mamoru who was looking at his beer bottle.
"I know," he said, and then stood up and went to the huge windows on the side.
Daiki watched his lean and tall form from behind. His shoulder was a little slacked, and he seemed so tired. None of them had a good night sleep since that night, knowing that something was going to happen soon. But Mamoru...he seemed tired and also...a little distracted, well, very distracted; and Daiki knew him enough to know that his distraction had very little to do with their current dilemma.
It wasn't supposed to be like that; that little blonde wasn't a part of their plan, and her presence at the restaurant was just pure bad luck.
He could still remember vividly how Mamoru's eyes had sharpened and then narrowed when they had caught sight of the petite blonde walking on the other side of the restaurant. The sharp inhale of breath he had taken was a clear result of his anxiety. And the way he had ran towards the washrooms...
Daiki didn't even need to ask him why he had done that...why he would abandon their whole plan and run the other direction. He hadn't said much after an hour he had spent, clearly hidden somewhere inside the restaurant. It's not like he didn't know how to pull himself out of there the moment their plan had gone through. And while Daiki had waited outside of the building, beside Hisa, acting all surprised and innocent, Mamoru had stayed inside, shielding something...someone precious to him. He had simply walked up to them after finally coming out, had given them a death glare and didn't even tell them that he wasn't riding home with them! He simply walked off. So Mamoru like. He looked scary enough that even Hisa hadn't dared to question him.
But now...three days had passed and Daiki was actually dying to know more...he needed to know more, he wanted to feel that close to Mamoru. The hell with it, the arrogant bastard was his best friend, whether he wanted it or not, and Daiki was entitled to demand some answers.
"How is she?" he finally braved to ask, and he tried so hard to act indifferent, as if asking about her was an everyday conversation between the two of them.
Mamoru turned his head slightly towards him and regarded him with a small frown. "Who?" he asked, as if that pronoun was never used by him. That was so Mamoru really, and Daiki almost laughed at his defeated attempt to hide his feelings.
"My mother," he shot back with sarcasm and rolled his eyes upward. "Stop acting Mamoru, we know," he huffed and then touched the bridge of his nose.
The dark haired man turned towards the window again, bringing the beer bottle up to his lips, but his hand lingered there, without taking a sip. "I don't know," he mumbled and then took the sip.
Daiki looked up at him in surprise; he was actually waiting for more denial, more weird hand gestures and eye rolls from the dark haired man before him. So it shocked him a little when he actually gave in.
"How come? You haven't seen her since?" he asked suspiciously. Mamoru had come to the loft early Saturday afternoon, after Tanaka Youichi had paid them the visit with a certain aura around him. Like he had spent the whole night awake...So Daiki had only assumed that he had probably sneaked around the blonde's house, like he usually did, whenever something happened around town. It was actually annoying how much he knew about Mamoru and how oblivious the dark haired man was to his knowledge.
"I haven't seen her since Saturday no," Mamoru said and then walked back to the table.
"And you saw her last at the restaurant?"
There was a pause, which had Daiki suspicious. "Is something wrong?" He leaned his arms against the table and sat more comfortably. This was nice; talking with Mamoru was always nice.
"I haven't seen her since Saturday morning," he said as he got up and walked towards the kitchen, kicking Akito's bag out of his way.
It took Daiki five seconds to register what he had said. And then his eyes went wide as he jumped up from his seat and followed Mamoru into the so-called "kitchen".
"What do you mean 'since Saturday morning'?" He stood behind the tall young man, who was probably a few good inches taller than him, as Mamoru opened the food bag.
"I mean I haven't seen her since Saturday morning, are you having difficulty understand that?" he retrieved one package out of the bag.
Daiki regarded him with narrowed eyes. "You saw her after we left the restaurant?" His eyes narrowed even more. "When? Where? How?" he watched as Mamoru retrieved another package of food from the bag and didn't answer back.
"Hey!" he cried out finally, when Mamoru took another small package from the bag. "That's for all of us, you know," Daiki said, before pulling the bag away from the other man.
Mamoru simply shrugged and sat on the small stool beside the counter, and busied himself with the food spread in front of him.
"Come on man, give me details," Daiki encouraged him. "Tell me...tell me..." he almost whined when Mamoru glanced up at him and raised his eyebrows. He actually seemed amused torturing Daiki with anticipation like this. So the blond started guessing against his better judgment. "You couldn't possibly go to her house, so... did you see her at the park?" He pouted when Mamoru kept watching him, while taking another bite of the sandwich. "Did you have a little naughty rendezvous behind the arcade?" He winced when Mamoru's eyes sharpened and his hands seized their path to his mouth. "I mean..." the blond faltered, "did you see her near the arcade?" he looked at Mamoru almost sheepishly.Jeez, Daiki thought to himself, why did I have to bring that up?
Mamoru's royal blue eyes stared into his friend's green ones. "Did you spy on us?" he finally asked, not at all content that the blond could have seen him with her in that kind of situation; more than once during their make out sessions, there was a lot of skin showing involved; skin that wasn't meant for anyone else to see.
Daiki's eyes averted away. "Well..." a tiny smile appeared on his face, "technically, I didn't spy. I was just passing by," he finally chose his words wisely, and hurriedly tried to move away from that conversation, since Mamoru's one black eyebrow rose really high. "So where did you see her?" he went to the small cabinet and grabbed a fork, and turned just in time to see Mamoru's dismissive stare at his sandwich.
"What?" Daiki asked. "What is it Mamoru? Come on man, tell me." He stood across from where his friend was sitting as he leaned his elbows on the counter and stared right into Mamoru's face.
The dark haired man kept looking at his sandwich, before his eyes slowly rose. "She came to my apartment," he said almost inaudibly, only for Daiki's ears and no one else's.
Daiki's eyes grew wide, but he tried to hold a straight face. "Oh?" he said and paused, giving Mamoru time to further explain, which he didn't.
"So...like, she just came to your place?" he asked and immediately, something clicked in his head. "Wait," he said, as he straightened his back and sat more alert, "you just said that you haven't seen her since Saturday morning." He paused again, as Mamoru's eyes glanced up at his face. "So...did she like, spend the night there?" Daiki was now on the verge of yelling out his questions; talking about being private! The girl that Mamoru had been clinging to could have very well spent the night with the dumbass, and he was just hearing about it. "So like...did you or didn't you?" he asked, his green orbs glinting with a mischievous as his lips rose to a smirk.
Mamoru looked at him with a small frown. "Did I what?" He still had the sandwich in his hands, but it was quite obvious that he no longer paid any attention to it.
"Did you..." Daiki's smirk turned into a huge grin as wiggled his eyebrows, "show her a good time?" the grin immediately fell, when Mamoru's eyes flashed with something frightening.
"None of your business..." he growled, before dropping his sandwich on the plate and standing up full height.
"Hey!" Daiki cried. "How come I always tell you everything, and you never tell me nothing?" He slammed his fist on the counter, in the most dramatic way possible.
"I'll probably die a happy man if you just stop sharing those stories with me anyway." Mamoru rolled his eyes at him. "Stop prying in my business." He started walking out of the kitchen; his half eaten sandwich forgotten.
"Oh, come on man, loosen up a little," Daiki turned to follow him out of the kitchen. "Was it hot? Cause, she-is-hot..." The words hadn't even come out of his mouth fully, when a hand seized his collar and a set of angry cobalt eyes regarded him with a disgusted look.
Akito and Kuro stopped their game, as both of them stared at the scene before them with wide eyes and their jaws dropped on the floor.
Mamoru's frown couldn't get any deeper. His eyes were flamed with something that Daiki hadn't seen before; even during all those horrific moments between him and another "banchō" in town; or even whenever he would look at one of the Tanaka brothers. These eyes had something different in them; something...possessive, and laced with...jealousy? Well whatever it was, it sent a very cold shiver down Daiki's spine! He gulped slowly and inaudibly, as to not make any sound that would make Mamoru snap!
But it was weird, Mamoru just looked at him...like in a very scary, you-would-shit-in-your-pants kind of way. But he didn't say anything. And Daiki was even more perplexed. Mamoru was not a talkative person at all, but this was also very unusual. For his to just tighten his hold on Daiki's collar, frowning like a bull, eyes narrowed with anger, breathing sharp and uneven...
A knock came on the door.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in any way. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.