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Someone has mentioned that I need to update this story, as like a Christmas present. So voila:D Here's my Christmas present to all my loyal readers.
So without further ado:
Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all enjoy your time, whether you spent it with family and loved ones, or at work (like me:D) or even if you have decided to celebrate Christmas this year alone...HAVE FUN.
Tryntee13: LOL, you should see the cliffhanger in this chapter:D:D Enjoy.
SerenitySweety: Some questions will be answered in this chapter. But I have decided that I would like to go longer with this story, as I see some potential here. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Cheers.
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Guest: Well here's the new chapter. Hope you like it
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Latebuttruefan: Well, first of all, I love your nickname and second, thank you for leaving me a review. I agree with you on Mamoru's character. I also secretly like a bad boy (I ended up marrying the type:D:D) but try to see Usagi as a 16-year-old that she is. Being a teenager has its ups and downs (I'm not sure how old you are, but I'm not a teenager anymore, so I tend to forget sometimes how I felt when I was 16) teenagers are smart, but they have this stupidity in them which is appealing, of course, but at the same time, an adult might not understand them all the time. Usagi is being unfair to Motoki, and there is no doubt in that, but she is just a kid. And her feelings are confused. Read this new chapter, and some of your annoyance might disappear Cheers.
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Guest: HERE'S IS YOUR CHRISTMAD PRESENT:D:D:D I honestly pushed myself to finish this story, mainly because of the review you left me. I really wanted to give this to you as a Christmas present I hope you like it. Cheers.
Merry Christmas you all, and Happy Holidays.
Enjoy.
PS: This chapter has been edited by my great beta-read, BrownB.
"What the hell are you doing?" Usagi looked at Mamoru from her place by the door.
She had her back pressed against the closed door as she tried to tune out her parents' voices from the outside.
Mamoru was somewhat fully dressed. He had his pants and t-shirt on, but the pants were still unzipped and the t-shirt was worn backwards. He had his shoes in one hand.
"What the hell it looks like I'm doing?" he hissed back, looking at her from his spot at the window; one foot already dangling off.
"Are you crazy?" her eyes were widened with fear and slight annoyance.
How did this happen? How could she just lose track of time like that? She always knew that wherever her parents went, however fun and amusing for them, they would always, always come back home before 2 am. Her dad was a journalist for crying out loud, and watching the 2 o'clock news was like going to the shrine on Christmas Eve for him. How could she just forget that?
'It is hard to be thinking straight when someone is doing that to your body,' a tiny voice in her head said.
"Are you seriously going to escape through the window?" she clutched the fluffy sheet tighter around her form. She really should've just thrown something on as well, she thought to herself.
Mamoru lifted one eyebrow and his lips twisted in a half smirk. "Would you like me to go through the main entrance? Like this?" He gestured towards himself with his chin and for a moment, Usagi wanted to slap that cocky look off his face.
"Honey, do we have anymore Dango left?" Kenji's voice pierced though the door and slapped Usagi right over the head. She gasped with panic and pressed herself against the door even more.
"Oh hush, Usagi-chan might be sleeping..." her mother's muffled voice came from downstairs.
Usagi gulped. She could practically hear her dad's footsteps on the second floor; he was probably near their own bedroom.
She clutched the sheet even tighter. She was now light headed and the fear that had gripped her throat the moment she had heard that car door being opened and closed was threatening to suffocate her.
"Oh God..." she muttered under her breath and closed her eyes tightly.
Mamoru watched her anguished demeanor for a moment, before he let out a frustrated sigh; her father's not-so-low whispering was getting further away from them. He watched Usagi's disheveled visage a second longer before he walked away from the open window. He tried to make as little sound as he could when going around her messy room. When he was only a few inches away from her, he reached out his hand and gently placed it on her tense ones that were clutching the sheet. Her eyes flew open upon the physical contact and she looked up at him with confusion written all over her flushed face. "What are you doing?" she whispered, so low that he could barely hear it; and he was standing right there. "Come on..." he told her before giving a slight pull on her hands and she went unconsciously; like she always did when he looked at her with those eyes...
He sat her on her destroyed bed; nothing seemed to be in place on that small piece of furniture. The sheets were tangled together, the pillow was thrown on the ground and the fluffy blanket was missing. Mamoru kneeled in front of her and brushed strands of hair out of her face. Her odangos were not there anymore; it was exactly like the first time they were together, where he had managed to undo them with, well, some difficulty. This time, however, it had taken him a little less effort to free her golden mane from their confinement. He ached to run his hands through their silkiness again and again. But this was neither the time nor the place anymore. Her parents were right outside of her closed bedroom door. "Listen," he whispered to her, "come to my place tomorrow, okay? We'll talk then." He tilted his head to the side and focused on the sounds that were coming from the other side of the door. "I have to go," he said, returning his gaze back at her.
He moved to stand up when she grabbed his hand with desperation. "What if they see you?" she was looking at him with horrified eyes, and his heart did a twist...again.
"They won't, trust me," he said. "I'm never caught..." he gave a half smirk, the same cocky look that always got her annoyed.
"Honey, I can't find my slippers..." came Kenji's voice from somewhere in the house, followed by his wife's impatient voice. "It's in the bedroom sweetheart..."
"But I can't find it."
"Oh for heaven's...I'll find it for you."
Mamoru didn't waste any more time. He brushed his lips against Usagi's temple and briskly moved towards the window and with a final glance at her, he was gone.
Minako was not having a productive day at all. First off, she hadn't had a good sleep the night before and she didn't know why. She had gone to bed earlier than usual. But then she couldn't go to sleep right away, so she had stayed up, just staring at the ceiling for no apparent reason.
And then that morning, she hadn't had anything "proper" to eat for breakfast. She had to run, so she had settled for a two-day-old muffin and a glass of milk; and she was not happy about it at all.
To make matters worse, she had to endure a good half an hour lecture from her volleyball coach too. "You need to be more organized Minako-chan," she had told her. "No one likes a lazy champion." Minako had to roll her eyes at that one.
So all in all, she was looking forward to lunch and spending some time with her girl friends. Life always seemed brighter and happier at lunch times. Between Usagi's drooling at Makoto's bento and Ami's obnoxious reading habits, she always had a blast with them.
They joined their small desks and started chatting. Makoto had managed to pack extra, well, everything, so Usagi wouldn't start wailing. Minako had to laugh at Makoto's facial expressions though; the way she would look at Usagi eating away her homemade yakitori like a mother would stare at their child; with eyes full of love and affection.
But while Minako giggled at Makoto's motherly attitude towards the blonde, she could also understand and empathize with her as well. Usagi could do that to you, she reasoned with herself; make you feel like you were the most important person in her life; she could make you feel like you were a better person because of that. She had the ability to make you believe in yourself, something that Minako both appreciated and cherished in her life.
She took a glance at all three of them; Light blue, dark green and baby blue eyes all seemed happy and content; and Minako couldn't ask for more.
"Usagi-chan, slow down, you might choke," Ami said to the blonde, as she devoured an onigiri in one bite.
"But it tastes really good," Usagi said in between chewing.
"I know, that's why you need to chew slower so you can treasure the taste," the genius continued, as her eyes stayed glued to the book in front of her.
Usagi watched her for a second, before she reached out her hand and snatched the book away from her. "Hey!" came Ami's protest, as her eyes followed the book disappear behind the petite blonde.
"No more studying Ami-chan, you'll go blind soon," Usagi declared. "And what will we do if our dear genius goes without sight?" she added with a dramatic hand gesture to her heart.
Makoto and Minako burst into laughter, while Ami eyed Usagi with mere disappointment. But even she couldn't hold back her small giggle, when Usagi met her gaze with wide eyes and a pout.
Minako watched the duo's exchange with fascination and for a moment, she thought about her life before meeting them all. Was she ever this happy? Probably not. Who did she even hang out with back then? She couldn't remember. Her life had changed so much ever since she had met these four girls. No more lonely lunch hours at the school, no more wondering around the mall without anyone to gossip with, no more staying up at nights, wondering how her life would've been like if she had a friend who would know her enough and to know that she hated to miss her volleyball practices in the morning.
"Hey Mina-chan? Are you okay?" Minako's indigo eyes averted towards Makoto, who was in the middle of taking a bite from her rice onigiri, while her eyes were watching Minako with intent.
"Hai, I'm fine Mako-chan..." she looked over at Usagi and Ami once more, before she glanced back at Makoto's curious face, a big smile fell upon her lips.
"I'm totally fine."
"So, what's new?" It was after school and Minako was walking with Usagi towards the park. It was a little cold, but the weather was just so crisp that the two of them decided to take a detour and walk around for a little while. Makoto had to go home and Ami had cram school again.
"Not much, really," Usagi answered back almost absent-mindedly. Her head was tilted back as she gazed at the sky, a tiny smile on her face.
"How's lover boy?" Minako asked, in a nonchalant way, and then smirked when she saw how Usagi's breath caught in her throat. Best friend or not, it was always fun to make her choke on her own tongue.
Usagi tried to keep a straight face, and failed miserably. "Um, I...don't know," she said, as she tried to play her part and not give Minako any direct answers. But then...'this is Minako,' she thought to herself, 'I've already told her about my relationship with Mamoru, I don't need to pretend anymore.' She looked at her blonde friend for a moment, and her heart warmed seeing the obnoxious and familiar glee on Minako's face. "That's not true," she suddenly confessed. Minako didn't say anything; she simply nodded her head, the tiny smirk still plastered on her pinkish lips.
"I saw him last night," Usagi whispered, as she looked around with caution; and for a moment, she hated the fact that she had the urge to do that every time she spoke of him.
"Last night?" Minako asked, with slightly raised eyebrows. "Where? When?" she pouted her lips forward and regarded Usagi with widened eyes.
Usagi paused for a moment; not sure how to retell the story that wouldn't make her sound like some slutty teenager in heat. "Well...he came to my house..."
"HE CAME TO YOUR HOUSE?" Minako's loud voice pierced thought both of their eardrums. She quickly looked around, at a few people who were eyeing them with confusion, and then she tried to play it cool. "Ehem...I mean," she continued in a normal voice, "he came to your house?"
Usagi regarded her with thin lips and widened eyes for a moment, before rolling her eyes to the sky. "Yeah, he just...showed up at my window, and let himself in." She scratched the back of her head and looked away from Minako.
"How romantic!" the other blonde shrieked with a grin after a moment of silence, and Usagi almost laughed at her expression.
"Well...not so much," Usagi said, as flashes of the night before played in front of her eyes...the heat coming back to trail kisses against her cheeks, then her body, before settling against her heart. "Well I mean, it was...but," she draw in a deep breath, "we almost got caught by my parents."
"WHAT?" Minako's shriek drew some more attention, but she didn't pay it any attention at all. She just watched the petite blonde with horrified eyes as her hand reached out and grabbed Usagi's forearm in a death grip.
"Don't worry," Usagi said with a sigh, "we didn't." She tried to loosen Minako's grip on her arm; but she didn't budge.
"Tell me everything," the taller blonde growled, before tightening her grip on the shorter one. "Everything," she said with narrowed eyes and a threatening voice.
"I will be home for dinner Ikuko-mama," Usagi yelled from the door, as she slowly walked out of the house, nodded two times at what her mother was saying and then closed the door behind her slowly.
She started to walk down the street. It had taken her almost an hour to get ready; trying on different outfits and cursing herself during the process. She had already slept with the guy two times...well technically it was more than two times, but in any case, she had been with the guy a couple of times, and she still didn't know what he liked. And the times she was with him, she hadn't been in her best appearance. And today...well today she just wanted to look nice.
She had finally settled for a simple knee length pink dress, with a square collar. She had also made a point to wear a beige jacket on top of the dress, underneath the dark coat she had on.
She had just rounded the corner when she heard her name being called.
And she felt her hands become sweaty all of a sudden.
"Hey, I was just coming by your house," Motoki said, as he jogged his way towards the dazed blonde.
Usagi looked at him with wide eyes, as if she had seen a ghost. For the past two days, she had done whatever she could to avoid him. She had spoken to him over the phone for brief minutes, always giving different excuses. She was just not ready to face him. That day at the arcade, she had gathered all her will and courage to tell him the truth, but with Rei's sudden appearance she had lost that chance. And now, as she looked into his green eyes, she knew what she needed to do. But for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Were you going somewhere?" Motoki asked, as he did a once over on her and raised an eyebrow. "You look nice," he smiled, and her heart dropped.
"Um, no, I mean, I was just going to go to the shrine, nowhere special," she managed to say. Cursing the fact that lying had become that easy for her.
"Okay, I don't have my car, but want me to walk you there?" he asked, and before Usagi could muster any words, he reached out his hand and brushed his knuckles on her cheek. "I really want to talk to you," he continued, without missing the hitch in Usagi's breath.
She looked at him with worrY and for a brief moment, she feared that he might have found out her dirty secret. But then she saw the sincerity in his eyes, the passion that was nestled in the depth of his stare, and she had to fight the urge to break down there and then and cry her eyes out. How could she do that to Motoki? The nicest guy she had ever met in her life?
"I really don't need to go to the shrine," she managed to say after a moment, her heart breaking even more when she saw the sudden glee in his eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, even though he had already taken her tiny hand in his, ready to start their venture. "That's great," he added, after seeing her nod. "I've really missed you," he leaned in and brushed his lips on the top of her head.
"Where do you want to go?" she asked, as she was pulled behind him.
He looked at her over his shoulder and grinned, "You'll see."
He looked over the small square clock near the kitchen and frowned. She was supposed to be there by now. Her school would have been done almost three hours ago.
He walked up to the balcony and went outside. Tokyo's spectacle always managed to calm his nerves. And ever since last night, he really needed to calm down.
He couldn't believe that they were almost caught by Usagi's parents. What if her dad had walked in? Even the mere thought of what could've happened made him sick to his stomach.
And what the hell came over him in the first place? Why did he go to her house? Scratch that...he had a solid reason for going to her house...but, why the hell did he stay there? And not just that, why the hell did he sleep with her...in her house...where she lived with her family...a family that included a father...a father that could have easily murdered him last night?
He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand through his hair. What the hell was going through his fucking head?
But then...he remembered her sweet scent, how she had looked at him with worried eyes and softness. How she had given herself to him willingly...oh God.
He went back inside and cast another glance at the clock.
Where the hell was she?
He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a beer. But as he was about to have his second sip, something flashed in his mind.
What if something went wrong, and she got into trouble after he left?
His whole body suddenly froze.
What if he had left something behind...he shook his head; no, that wasn't possible. He brought back all of his belongings and all the things that weren't suppose to be in her room altogether.
He placed the beer bottle on the kitchen counter. This was not helping.
He went to his room and grabbed a jacket.
The Odango needed to be found.
"This place looks so cute," Usagi beamed with joy, as she looked around the small café with obvious stars in her eyes.
Motoki smiled down at her, as they stood patiently to be seated by one of the waitresses.
This café was probably one of his favorite spots in Tokyo; which was ironic since he ran a similar establishment himself. But this place always seemed like a great get-away setting for him. Whenever he wanted to think about something, or just be somewhere familiar, he would come to this place.
And it only made sense to bring Usagi there too. He wanted her to get to know him better; he wanted to spend more time with her.
"Come on," he told her, as he put his left hand on the small of her back and guided her towards their table.
"Oh my God, look at that cake..." Usagi almost shrieked and then pointed to where a delicious looking chocolate cake was resting, on a table decorated with flowers and small Chrystal pendants.
"Oh yeah, that does look good," Motoki said, and then raised one eyebrow, "but not as good as my sundaes, right?" He watched as she paused for a second, as if she was actually trying to do a fair comparison between the two. "Well, I mean, your sundaes are great, but," she sat down without taking her eyes off of the cake, "this cake is magnificent."
Motoki did a fake dramatic sigh and grabbed his chest. "Ouch, that hurt." He smiled and winked at her. "But you really can't say without tasting it first, right?" he smiled again and gestured for his order to be taken.
Usagi smiled at his comment as well; a smile that didn't stick around for very long.
This was not okay. She couldn't just sit there, act like nothing was going on; she couldn't just keep smiling at him, let him treat her and treasure her the way he was, while she had...
"Are you okay?" his voice lured her out of her thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, but avoided looking at him in the eye.
Motoki gave their order to the waitress and glanced back at Usagi. She was fumbling with her hands, and her eyes were fixed on the table. "Are you sure you're okay? You just seem so stressed out," he said, as he reached out his hand and put it on top of her folded ones. Usagi looked up at him, but he could tell that her mind was somewhere else.
He sighed and squeezed her hands a little. "Usa, the reason I wanted to see you was because, well, first of all I've missed you." He gave a little smile, and didn't miss the fact that she didn't return the gesture. "And I also wanted to talk to you," he continued.
'This is your chance, take it you idiot...look at him, you don't deserve him...you can't continue this charade...'
"I've done something...horrible," she suddenly declared, and immediately suck in her breathe, as if she couldn't believe what she had just said.
Motoki's eyes widened a little bit. "What do you mean?" he asked with confusion, his eyes never leaving her face, "Usa?"
"I'm so sorry..." she shook her head as if she was trying to push something out of her head. "I'm such a horrible person..."
"Usa..." Motoki cut her short, as he reached out his hand once again and grabbed hers. "What are you talking about?" His stare was intense, and Usagi wondered for the second time that night whether he knew something about her unfaithfulness.
"I'm so sorry Motoki..." she repeated, and finally, the tears she had been trying so hard to hold, started to fall down from her eyes.
Motoki's confusion gave away to worrisome and slight annoyance; what was she talking about? "Usagi, why are you crying... look at me," he almost snapped, when she still wouldn't look at him. "What's with you Usa?" he squeezed her hand once more, and Usagi finally looked up at him. Her teary eyes softened his expression a little bit but didn't do anything to his state of frustration.
Usagi looked at him for a moment. 'You have to tell him,' she thought to herself, 'stop this... this pretentious behavior and just tell him...' her mind challenged her.
"I need to talk to you Motoki-kun," she said and he nodded.
"I know, that's what I've been saying," he said back and watched her as she stood and grabbed her purse nervously. "But not here," she shot him a pleading look and his heart did a twist.
"Okay..." he said and then he too stood up and grabbed his jacket. "Let me get our orders to go then, I'll be right back." He gestured for her to wait for him and then walked to the cashier.
Usagi watched him from a few feet away and wondered about what she was going to tell him. 'Motoki, I cheated on you...' she shook her head; no, that's not how she wanted to tell him, 'Motoki, I don't want to be with you anymore,' no...no that's not what she needs to say either. Motoki turned around and looked at her and their eyes locked for a moment; and she just had to wonder...was that even true? Did she not want to be with him anymore? She looked at him and doubted her decision, for the millionth time.
He was such a great person, a true gentleman. A loving boyfriend, a true friend, someone that she could always count on...but...
She looked at him again.
But...
She closed her eyes for a moment.
He was not Mamoru.
"Are you ready?"
She opened her eyes and regarded his green orbs that were watching her.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, I'm ready."
It had been such a long time since he'd used the bike. The last time he took it for a ride, Daiki had insisted on tagging along, and even though Mamoru knew it was a bad idea, he had agreed nonetheless. It was always like that between them anyway, and Daiki was such a nag. And to Mamoru's expectation, the idiot had managed to confuse the brake and had gone crashing right into his own car, which was parked not far away.
Needless to say, that was the last time "blondie" had had a glimpse of Mamoru's precious bike.
He rolled his eyes internally as he remembered Daiki's dejected face while nursing his hurt arm. 'Baka...' he thought to himself, 'he's such an idiot.'
He was waiting at a red light, his white helmet was heavier than he ever remembered it to be, or he was just so tired these days. A low seductive whistle pulled him out of his thoughts. He glanced at his left and was met with a pair of flirtatious brown eyes that were watching him.
She was probably mid 20's and her bright red lipstick was unmistakably attractive.
"Love your bike," she said, left arm resting on the window seal, and her gold wristwatch was peeking out of her sleeve. "Have an extra helmet?" she asked, lips lifting up in a tiny smirk. "We could go for a ride," her eyes twinkled with mischievousness and she gave him a quick wink.
Mamoru silently watched her; his face never changing its expression behind the clear visor. It was funny how only a few months ago he would at least acknowledge her flirting with a nod of his head, or a short teasing phrase...but now...
The light turned green and the bike roared as Mamoru continued his journey towards the Tsukino residence.
"Now, do you want to tell me what's going on?"
Motoki glanced down at Usagi who was walking silently alongside him. Her head was bowed down and all he could see was the top part of her golden head.
Usagi jolted out of her reverie and looked up at him. Her lashes were still a little wet and he could see glisters of tears under her eyelids.
They had strolled to the park and neither of them had said a word. But now, as they were nearing the bench in front of the small water fountain, Motoki's patience was wearing thin.
"Come on Usa..." he said, and grabbed her forearm to stop her in her tracks. "I'm going crazy over here, tell me what's..."
"I'm not a virgin," Usagi said almost too loudly, and then immediately clutched her mouth tightly with both hands as her eyes glued to Motoki's face with disbelief.
Did she just say that? What the hell...
Motoki's dumbfounded expression was almost hilarious, and if it were any other time, Usagi would have probably laughed right in his face...but this wasn't any other time, and her heart broke, even more, when she realized the depth of what she was about to tell him.
"What?" came his confused voice, a hint of annoyance evident in the tightness of his tone.
Usagi could only stare at him now, because really, what can you say after such horrible declaration?
But he was obviously waiting for a response, as he watched her with a small frown and immobile body.
Usagi took her time to gather her wits, taking two deep, shaky breaths before opening her mouth again.
It was now or never...
"I'm not a virgin," she said again, her eyes were now glued to her shoes and her hands were fondling with the strap of her purse nervously.
Motoki stared down at her, as he tried to dig into his memories hard. Had he ever seen Usagi with another guy before? A boyfriend maybe? No, she had been coming to the arcade ever since she was a little girl, and he'd never saw her with anyone.
"What do you mean?" his voice was rough and tense, he coughed once and cleared his throat. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, as he felt his heart beat picking up pace, a cold sweat forming at the base of his spine.
She closed her eyes when he started talking, and tried to focus on her breathing.
"You need to tell him Usa-chan," she heard Minako's voice in her head, "you need to tell him and come clean," her blonde friend had told her.
"You should be with me," and he had said that with such genuine tone...
Her eyes snapped open, but she knew whatever those voices were telling her in her head, didn't mean anything right now. Right now...it was just her and Motoki, her boyfriend...who she was about to break the most horrible news to.
"I...I'm not a..."
"I heard what you said Usagi!" he snapped at her, and she winced. "What I'm asking is what exactly do you mean by that? And when?" he fisted his hands, his stance tense and uncomfortable, and something was now burning in the depth of his green forest orbs. And Usagi missed all of those signs, as her eyes were still focused on the ground.
"I mean...I,...I slept with someone," her voice trailed off as she felt Motoki's body shifting a little closer to her, and she clutched the strap of her purse instead of playing with it.
"What?" he asked, and for the first time since she met him all those years ago, Usagi couldn't really recognize Motoki's voice. She felt the rush of tears building up behind her eyelids and she tried hard not to let them fall. This wasn't about her anymore damn it, and she couldn't make it about her... 'Don't you dare start crying you big baby!' she shouted at herself.
"Look at me Usagi!" She winced at his voice again, as he came ever closer and lifted up her chin with his fingers; and finally, she saw the look on his face.
"When?" he asked, and his eyes were so dark, so unfamiliar...so...so hurt that she no longer could prevent the tears from falling.
"Don't do that!" he spat and let go of her chin and moved away from her. He ran both of his hands through his dirty blond hair, holding his scalp with both of them for a moment before he let out a deep exhale and faced the crying Usagi again.
He watched her, as the silent tears fell down her eyes. The faint sound of her low sobs the only disturbance to the quietness surrounding them.
The ugly flashes that had entered his mind the moment she had said those words wouldn't leave him alone. Images of her, naked and flushed, sweaty and panting...the way that he had always imagined she would look like on the edge of ecstasy...the only thing he had never imagined was the fact that the person who would take her to that edge wouldn't be him...he fisted his hands again.
That particular image of her, eyes closed, golden hair sprawled around the sheets, a tiny smile apparent on her lips...while a faceless man...a shadow of a man would nuzzle her neck...nuzzle her collarbone...kiss away the drops of warm sweat from her chest...he growled and felt the blood rush to his head...he was going crazy...
"Who is he?" he asked, finally, after minutes had passed and it was clear that Usagi wouldn't stop crying for a while. And asking when it had happened seemed a bit overrated anyway...he could tell he had been cheated on.
She stood silent, as more tears fell from her eyes and her body trembled with nausea and fright. She felt sick in her stomach. What had she done?
"Who...is...he Usagi?" Motoki got closer to her and didn't miss her shaking figure, but he didn't care.
"I," she said, glancing at him from beneath her wet lashes and quickly averting her eyes away. "I don't think..."
Motoki didn't let her finish; instead, he grabbed her by both shoulders and shook her so she would look up at him. "Don't you dare tell me that it isn't important!" he hissed. His handsome young face was twisted with anger, and Usagi could see how his hands were shaking where they rested against her shoulder blades.
"Tell me who he is!" he demanded again, as his hands tightened their hold on her body.
Usagi's eyes were wide with fear now. Maybe this wasn't the brightest idea after all. She looked around hurriedly to see if anyone was around them.
"Usagi?"
His loud voice hauled her out of her thoughts and she looked up at him again. "He's..." she recoiled when she saw the flash of something unfamiliar in his eyes.
And for a moment, she wished she were somewhere else.
There was no way to tell whether she was home or not. Her room was dark, although, from the car parked outside and the lit first floor, he could say that somebody was home.
But it's not like he could just knock on their door and ask for her. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to come face to face with either of her parents just yet.
He glanced up back to her room, focusing his eyes on seeing if any movements were happening. It really wasn't hard for him to climb up to her room again, but he wasn't going to risk being caught by someone at the house.
His mind took him to last night and shivered as he remembered how close they had come to being caught.
Just then, the front door to the house was opened and a man walked out. Mamoru pushed his body back against his bike and tried to act as neutral as he could. It's not like it was a crime to be standing on the street, right? He could have been waiting for someone...
"What time does his practice end?" the man was shouting from the front gate, and Mamoru flinched at the voice; the same voice he had heard last night.
A feminine voice responded back in a distant and Mamoru saw Kenji nodding to an invisible person. "Okay, I'll pick him up on my way back," and then he was walking to his car, before he turned again. "Ikuko is Usagi-chan at the shrine? Should I pick her up as well?"
Whatever Usagi's mom respond was, Mamoru didn't hear; all he heard was the fact that Usagi wasn't home.
Kenji turned around again to approach his car, just in time to see a motorcycle roaring its way out of their street.
"He's..." Usagi attempted to speak again. Her mind was racing so fast, she couldn't get a hold of herself. She had said the worst part...the part that she had cheated on him...was it so hard to tell who the other man was?
Motoki's eyes were flaming like a small bonfire. His jaw was clenched and even though his hands were no longer on her shoulders, she could see how tense his whole body was...and it was all her fault.
"DAMN IT!" Usagi jumped out of her skin when he yelled and took a step back. "Tell me who he is Usagi!" he said, as he neared her again. "Tell me who you've been with...you...you traitorous bitch!"
Usagi's head shot up as she watched him with disbelief and hurt...did he really just call her a "bitch"? 'You are a bitch,' a little voice in her head said, 'you slept with Mamoru when you were dating him...what else do you want to be called?' the same voice insisted.
"Is it someone from your school?" he was saying, as his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards himself; Usagi flinched from the impact. "N-No," her voice was shaky and uncertain.
How did it come to this?
"Fuck!" he spat, as if what she had told him ten minutes ago was just now sinking in.
His mind was like a rollercoaster...how could he have been so stupid? All those times that he had wanted to touch her, kiss her...all those times that he had invited her to his apartment, so he could show her the beauty of intimacy...for all the times she had rejected his requests...she was already fucking someone else!
"Tell me his fucking name Usagi!" he yelled again, and ignored her trembling body...she was not the victim here...he was!
For a moment, they both stood there silent.
Usagi looked at Motoki as if she was seeing him for the first time. She had never heard him curse like that, nor had she ever seen him snap this way.
It was her fault...she had made him like this. And it made her sick to her stomach.
"You should be with me," she remembered him saying last night. And despite all the vile feelings that were surging through her, that tiny remembrance blossomed something in the pit of her stomach.
"I'm so sorry Motoki," she started saying but was immediately cut when she heard his impatient voice.
"Oh! You're sorry?" he asked, and the flame in his eyes burnt. "YOU'RE SORRY?" He caught her other wrist in his hand and stared right into her eyes. "For what? For cheating on me?" He shook her hands a little. "For lying right to my face?" He let her go and took two steps away from her as his hands went up to his hair. "Tell me, Usagi," he said and stared back at her, "was it fun seeing how I followed you around like a good puppy, while you were out there, heating it up with another guy?" She felt like vomiting.
But Motoki didn't stop. "How could you do this to me?" he asked, his voice lower than before, his tone sadder. "How could you just stomp on my heart like that?"
For a second, it seemed like all the fight, all the anger and hatred had fled him, replaced by something even foreign to him.
He shut his eyes and tried to push away the images again...why wouldn't they go away?
"I didn't mean to hurt you," Usagi's panicked voice sent a jolt down his spine. His eyes snapped open in time to see her nearing him with teary eyes as her right hand clutched the collar of her dress. As if the soft piece of clothing was suffocating her.
"I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry, you have to believe me, I'm so, so sorry," she said as she titled her head to be able to look him in the eye. The tears that were now falling from her eyes wouldn't stop, and she didn't want them to stop.
She had crushed Motoki's heart, literally, and she deserved to cry like this.
Motoki's hand moved to cradle her, like all the other times she was distressed and he wanted to comfort her. But he caught himself in time. She didn't deserve his empathy anymore...she didn't deserve anything from him anymore.
"Just tell me who he is..." he said, in a low voice, in a broken voice, "you owe me that much Usagi...you owe me..." he looked at her and she sobbed again.
She had never seen him this sad...
It was all her fault.
"You owe me..." he had just said.
It was now or never.
"You should be with me."
It was now or never...
"It's...Mamoru," she recognized the confusion on his face, "Chiba," she added. Her voice didn't tremble when she said his name; although she was still sobbing.
Motoki watched her with wide eyes.
His hands went up and clutched his head again.
And he kept watching her.
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.