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It's All Because of You
(Rated MA)

eM.pHi

VII. With You

Whatever you need…
just depend on me…
your solider, your friend, your lover…

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"Come on Usagi dear," he said, staring amusedly at her sour face, "you have to admit, it was pretty funny" she didn't give him an answer however but deepened the glare that had permanently secured itself upon her face. And though she wanted this to make him feel slightly bad about his constant teasing, it only caused him to chuckle wholeheartedly, throwing his head back faintly as his rumbles vibrated to her.

Much to her displeasure.

Shaking his head somewhat, he couldn't help but question her, "Where had your sense of humour gone?" with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. It vanished the moment it saw your ugly face, she wanted to say to him, but resorted to glaring at him with a much stronger fury. It hadn't helped that Mamoru decided to pick the restaurant that they were currently eating at, but he also managed to pick the most sophisticated and high class restaurant in all of Hong Kong, where it was known for its fine wine, and mouth watering foods.

Not to mention the amount of high associates that resided here during either business meetings or private dinners with their loved ones, and therefore had Usagi keeping her temper and her posture in check. Although she weren't currently active within the legal field, due to her friends… concern… to say the least, she still had a reputation to uphold, and not a stupidly childish and damn right annoying creature of a man would ruin that for her.

He chuckled deep in his body again, and Usagi had to practically sit on her hands in order for her not to literally turn murderous and stab his handsome face (multiple times) with her fork that looked surprisingly sharp, which she eyed several times throughout the night. It was already hard enough to stop the mad blush that wouldn't leave her face, let alone the fact that her eyes have started to sting from the consent tension of it being in the menacing glare she was aiming at him.

It was already extremely embarrassing having the one most hated person in the world seeing you in nothing but under garments, but it was worse having to endure his sly snickers and stupid comments all through the ride to his place (in which she met his sister, and immediately started to like, for she was nothing like the arrogant and stupid man sitting before her), to the restaurant where he still continued with his stupid chuckling. It was driving Usagi crazy, and if she wasn't in so much control, she would have already jumped across the table, tackled him into the ground and ripped his stupid hair from his head.

Curse her luck for having to run into him after so long.

"You know," he said, swishing the wine carefully around his glass, "it's not fun just sitting here, when my date, whom I know can uphold a perfect conversation, sits there mute whilst glaring at me" taking a sip, he watched above the rim as she seemed to seethe, if possible, with an even stronger anger than before. It was enjoyable, watching her lose control over her emotions like that with him, considering that she, from research, was known to be the most passive person in the entire legal field. And though he wished it could be other emotions rather than complete and utter hate, it still amused him to no end.

"I don't talk to Neanderthals" she hissed through gritted teeth. And even though the look of shock that passed so briefly across his face had satisfied her to an extent, it was gone as fast as it came. And once again he threw his head back in a roar of laughter, which, unfortunately seemed to catch the eyes of many females residing in the room, therefore giving Usagi another reason not to attack him with her knife as well as her fork.

"Clearly I am no Neanderthal, for you have just spoken to me neh, Usagi dear?" he answered her cheekily, giving her a sly smile as he took another patronising snip of his wine. This only gave Usagi a much better reason to ignore him. He was simply someone that drove Usagi to insanity and back, he was so… annoying handsome, so stupidly good looking, so god damn infatuating that it was making her question her current state of mind.

She hated him; she was so very sure of it. And yet, there would be moments when she'd catch him looking at her with such… emotion evident in his eyes that it was hard to hate… and although those glimpse vanished just as quickly as they came, and was replaced by a mocking look, she couldn't stop the fact that she had seen it, and it was there… and yet…

"I must admit, you do look good in lace"

That was the reason why she hated him to the core.

A sigh could be heard from her side of the table, even though he knew she tried to hold it back, caused Mamoru to look at her intently. There was defiantly something wrong here. The Usagi he knew would come up with an insulting remark and fight him, until the death, about everything that came out of his mouth, just because it came out of his mouth. However, the woman, that looking astonishing tonight, sat before him looking nothing but exhausted.

His eyes soften considerably and he placed a hand towards her side of the table, "hey, I'm sorry, I'll stop now, promise" he said, and watched as she looked into his eyes and searched into his soul. Once she was sure he was being truly honest, she nodded timidly and brought her hand up to give him a reassuring squeeze. "Its nothing, I'm just so tired… it's been awhile since I've taken a day, let alone have a holiday off work, and I don't think my body's adjusted to its free time" she whispered softly, confusion clearly written within her azure orbs.

After working her butt off for so many years, her body had come so accustomed to her rigorous hours and stressful life, that doing nothing just had her feel exhausted and empty. Her days were so boring now that she felt so out of place in her apartment.

A cough from a waiter brought them both back into reality as he poised his pen above his pad in waiting for their order. Mamoru had to bite the inside of his mouth from growling at the man for interrupting. It was such a nice feeling, having the warmth of her hands over his, and he missed the way her skin felt so soft… yet the moment was gone when the waiter arrived for she snatched her hand back so quickly it looked like she had been burnt by fire.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," the waiter stated, eyeing Mamoru with an expression of something that represented distaste, "but are we ready to order?" Mamoru gave him a cold smile, wanting with all his might to tell the damn waiter that, no they were not ready, considering that he was had just started to get somewhere with her, until Usagi giggled slightly and nodded her head, bringing the waiters attention (and an annoying charming smile) to Usagi.

"We're sorry to keep you waiting Motoki," Usagi stated, shocking Mamoru slightly. "But we're ready". Calculations where literally turning within Mamoru's head, it was obvious that she knew this Motoki… character… and it was clearly obvious that this character found her considerably attractive and was attracted to her, which meant only one thing to Mamoru.

Motoki was a threat.

"I would wait an eternity for you Usko," Motoki said, winking at her, his green eyes sparkling at the cheekiness that his message held. Another giggled from Usagi had Mamoru clutching the table cloth with a harder force. His cerulean eyes storming over considerably, and although he gave no facial expression of his anger, his eyes represented the worse of thunderstorms. No one ever called Usagi Usko unless that person was Mamoru and Mamoru alone. That nickname was given to her when she had ran to him crying so many years, and he'd be damn if he let another male call her something that was the only thing that was his from her.

"Please Motoki, you're embarrassing me" she said smiling back at him, the million dollar smile that she used to only give to Mamoru… she was giving freely to this Motoki. Mamoru could feel his blood boiling, the bastard, who did he think he was, ruining such moments, and then completely taking the spotlight completely off him?

The nerve of this… of this… mere commoner.

"You know I would never do such things my rabbit, merely teasing…" he said, giving her wink again before scribbling down something upon his pad, "the usual I'm presuming my love?" another giggle from Usagi and it took all of Mamoru's might to not stand up and punch this Motoki in the face. Throughout the whole dinner he had done nothing but get an emotion of hate, and a little bit of understanding, from Usagi, and this stupid Motoki comes in within the span of five minutes and manages to get giggles and smiles out of Usagi. His ego was bruised, it was bruised badly.

"As much as I love being ignored, I would also like to order," Mamoru's cold voice, dripped with sarcasm, came from his side of the table, the glass of red wine poised elegantly between his fingers, "if that's alright with you?" he mockingly asked, never taking his eyes of Motoki as he drank the final contents of his red wine, and placed it ever so gently upon the table once again.

A shiver ran down Usagi's spine as she heard the cold calculating tone coming from Mamoru, never had she heard such a tone from him, and it scared her. Yet she was also curios at Mamoru's quick change in posture. He seemed angry, almost murderous as he eyed Motoki with what seemed like an ongoing hate. And what made it even more confusing was that Motoki was doing the same, glaring back openly at Mamoru as if he were nothing more than trash. The tension that was vibrating from those two also made her uncomfortable, causing her to fidget in her chair.

"Why certainly… I always treat Usagi's clients with just as much gratitude as I do her" Motoki replied, smiling a smile that was far from friendly. It was then that a noise that almost sounded like a growl emitted from the core of Mamoru, gritting his teeth in a twisted smile, understanding all too well the underlying message that Motoki was conveying, and oh he was going to enjoy the look that crossed his face when he told him the truths of this dinner.

"And as much as I'd love to have the pleasure of being Usko's client, I must inform you that I am in fact her-"

"Friend" Usagi cut in, before Mamoru could do anymore damage. She gave him a look that told him enough was enough, before giving Motoki another smile, "he'll have the same as me, please Motoki," she said sweetly, waiting as he scribbled this down, with what seemed like more vengeance, and swiftly turned and walked off.

Once Motoki was out of earshot, and once Mamoru had stopped glaring so dangerously at his back, he turned back to Usagi, looking between a mix of hurt and annoyance, "Although I should be flattered that our tastes in meals are still the same, I wish you hadn't interrupted," Mamoru said, eyeing her as she watched Motoki leave with what seem like some sort of affection.

"And let you tell him something that clearly wasn't true?" she asked, turning back to him, the smile vanishing from her face completely. "I'm sorry for invading your personal space before," she said clearly stating about the physical contact that they just had, "but you should be lucky I even mentioned that you were a friend when I was literally dragged her tonight," she said with irritation evident in her tone. It wasn't like him to be all, protective and what not with Usagi, and although it would've been flattering if she had some sort of attraction to him, she thought it to be out of his character, and slightly annoying.

Mamoru felt something like a razor blade stab through his heart at what she'd said, and although he didn't show it, he'd never felt so low in his life before. It wasn't the nicest thing to hear from someone… especially someone who you were currently trying to win over. In fact, it hurt so bad that he was starting to feel slightly sick in the stomach. Like an invisible hand had punched him right in the gut, and it was getting incredibly hard to breathe. It was yet another blow to his already bruised ego, as he watched the steps that he had built before Motoki interrupted, vanish in an instant.

"What exactly is this… Motoki character to you?" Mamoru asked, trying to hide the clear evidence of dislike from radiating from his mouth as he literally spat out the words that strung together his competitor's name. If he was something more than a friend to Usagi, Mamoru wasn't sure if he'd have enough control to not walk over to him at the bar table and punch him square in the face.

"We're friends Mamoru, he's been by my side when I had nothing," she said, eyeing him with a wary look. "What we had, had been just that, something we had, it's been years Mamoru…"but before she could finish, she was stopped by a Mamoru's surrendering hands. Shaking his head, he gave her an almost sad smile.

"Just tell me… what was your history with him… and I'll leave it be, I'll pretend this conversation never happened…" he almost whispered, wanting nothing more, than to feel that elation he was feeling previously when he thought he had gotten somewhere with her. This was turning into more of a disaster than the dinner that he had planned so elaborately in his mind. This was all going wrong, she was meant to open up to him, he was meant to be a little closer to her iced up heart, rather than ten steps from where he had begun.

Curse that Motoki, the damn bastard.

And yet she didn't answer him, she couldn't, for the dinner had arrived. The aroma, although delicious made Mamoru more angry than hungry, once again stupid Motoki had to arrive at the worse possible of times. And what made it worse, was the fact that the bastard had heard his question, and therefore decided to answer for Usagi, much to her displeasure.

"We were engaged"

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Fin.

So yes, the longest chapter that I have written so far for this story! I hope you like it! the words were flowing after awhile, and although it took me a total of four nights to write it (as I had work in the mornings) I was happy with the way it turned out. a little mix of humour and angst for my beautiful readers XD

Enjoy and review and I shall update quicker ;)