CattyKitty

(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. This story is an original that I wrote for fun and without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)

Seven Days

Chapter 2

We just want to party

*Motoki*

He was fed up with school. He'd been forced to stay a semester later than planned due to a miscalculation of accrued credits, but now with finals week being over he didn't let himself think about returning and basked in the beautiful freedom. The feeling of leaving his last exam this morning was the most excitement he'd felt all year. Now it was time toparty.

Since the school season was making way for summer, all students were steadily becoming more available. Having a gathering now would guarantee the maximum turnout and he could think of nothing better than being in a crowd full of people that didn't want to remember the next morning either. The school year was always too long and nothing was more fun than forgetting everything you learned in a single night.

He wanted a jungle of people and would probably invite Usagi and her friends since he was interested in knowing how they would act in such an environment. Though he considered them significantly younger than him, in reality the difference between high school and college students wasn't as vast as it was perceived. Fact: all of them were thinking less about school and more about sex. Hook ups and scandals happened in both worlds alike and maybe this would be a good crash course for the girls on what to expect when they entered university. In the worst case scenario that they somehow all got wasted, he would be there to watch over them, as well as Mamoru, who wouldn't let them be taken advantage of either. As much as he pretended to act indifferent, he knew he cared about those girls Usagi especially.

Mamoru had always treated Usagi the way a 'cool' older brother treated his 'pain in the ass' younger sister, but somehow their relationship had managed to transition out of that and into something not as pure. Lately, Usagi and Mamoru have been getting very hands-on, shoving and pulling on each other whenever they'd be standing too close. He didn't think much of it, but just last week when Mamoru grabbed Usagi by the waist he hadn't been sure what was going on at all. Usagi had screamed more in laughter and surprise than anger and Mamoru took advantage of it. Catching her off guard with flirtatious moves, she just wouldn't know what to say and their argument would be over. Done, just like that.

The closest way to describe their current relationship was something near a blooming courtship, although neither one of them would ever call it that. Personally, he felt like Mamoru had a thing for Usagi, but Mamoru never talked to him about it and he never brought it up. He believed it had to do with the fact that Mamoru thought that he liked Usagi and he was sure that for as long as Mamoru thought that to be true he wouldn't try to cross his line with her.

Since he did not want to encourage something that could possibly be the biggest crime on Earth, he would continue to keep his mouth shut about his lack of interest for Usagi so as not to see her involved with Mamoru. Although he didn't want to believe that Usagi could easily fall for Mamoru's charms, he knew first hand the type of magic Mamoru worked. Persuasive didn't even cut it. And no matter how much Usagi liked to pretend she didn't like Mamoru it was obvious that she did and the longer he could keep them apart the better. Usagi was too good for him.

Looking up from his tea, he realized that Usagi and her group of friends had arrived into the arcade. They sat in their usual booth talking over each other while trying to flag down a waiter. When he approached them they all greeted him happily asking about his day and other small talk. They took turns chatting animatedly about their superficial problems and he started wandering off into his own thoughts. These girls were genuinely wholesome compared to his usual group of acquaintances and it made him rethink his invitation.

Everyone in the party was going to be his age and older, maybe having a group of hot high school girls around that kind of environment wasn't a good idea… His main concern was what if one of them got drunk and threw themselves at him, what would he do? He knew that he couldn't answer that question sober, but it was probably safe to say that he wouldn't be in his right mind think as he was now. As a precaution, he would make sure give them a heads up to not flirt with his doped out self. Hopefully that would be a good enough warning.

"I'm going to have a party Friday night." They all looked at him in interest, waiting for him to continue. "You all should try to come. It'll be fun," he said as casually as he could.

"Why are you inviting us?" Rei asked bluntly, but had to admit that it was kind of weird. In all the years he's known them he's never invited them anywhere before.

"Because," he shrugged not wanting to go into detail. "You girls can't tell me you don't want to hang out with me. I'm awesome." They all looked at each other in agreement.

"Sure," Makoto answered for the rest of the group. He told them the information.

"And since it's probably safe to say that most of the guys are going to love to see you girls wasted, just find me or Mamoru if you need to." They nodded. "And just to put it out there, don't flirt with me while I'm drunk."

"Then what's the point of going?" Ami teased and he smiled at her joke while they all looked on at him with curiously innocent smiles. At least he hoped she was kidding.

*Usagi*

After hours of primping, neither she nor the rest of the girls were anywhere near ready. It was finally Friday and all of them had been looking forward to the party the entire week. They were getting ready at Rei's place, raiding her closet like scavengers and fighting over the new outfits from her weekly shopping sprees. Even though the party began in less than an hour, most of them were still frantically looking for last minute details to complete their outfits. Not even the usually quiet Ami was immune to the idea of a college party and was at the moment fighting with her over a pair of pumps they both wanted to wear.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the party was just all girls," Makoto muttered, applying her blush. "Mamoru's going to be there and I'm almost sure that Motoki's his only male friend."

"Well, I hope not." Rei spun herself as she looked in the mirror. "That would suck."

"I'm sure they have a huge network," Ami insisted. "They both go to school, work and heavily socialize. Successful men like them are not friendless, trust me." They murmured in consensus; she was right. Despite none of them knowing exactly what Mamoru and Motoki did on their spare time when they weren't at the arcade, it was obvious that they weren't cooped up home alone either. They were always talking about their pastime adventures, whether it was racing, jet skiing or something else about cars and boats. There was no way that they did those things solo.

"As handsome as they both are, we have to expect just as sexy guys. They run in packs, you know," Rei quipped and that got them gossiping a little louder. They all prayed she was right.

Oh sexy college frat boys… they were expert charmers and she knew she had to be careful, but it wasn't a worry in her mind. As long as Mamoru stayed away from her, she was sure her night would be perfect. Thankfully they had pretty much settled down their bickering in the past couple of weeks and they were currently in some weird truce territory that was hard to explain, but that didn't matter anyhow. If she had any luck, hopefully she just wouldn't bump into him at all.

Their relationship had been weird ever since that Saturday last month when they'd flirted in the parking lot. He obviously knew now of her slight attraction toward him (she couldn't help it that he was gorgeous!) and was now always trying to use it to his advantage. She, however, wasn't one to give in easily and so worked hard to ignore him whenever he would be suggestive. Thankfully he never tried his moves when she was around her friends, but she didn't push her luck anymore trying to argue with him while they were around.

She couldn't say that she liked him per-say, but the giddiness was certainly there whenever he got a little too close or gave her a certain look. She hated that she was weak against him, but she would rather die than let him figure that out. So fine, he knew that he was physically hot, but that was as far as it went. If there was such thing as a personality transplant, she knew he would be the perfect candidate. If only he were as personable as that hot bod of his was delicious; now that would truly be amazing. Too bad there was no such thing as perfect.

After two more hours and a little more fussing, the girls headed to the arcade from Rei's looking glamorous and ready to party. Thankfully, the temple wasn't that far from the arcade and since it was a nice cool night, they were able to enjoy the pleasant walk.

The girls approached the back entrance of the arcade and huddled, once again going over the procedure they were to follow if there was a youma attack. They all nodded at Ami's instructions seriously, but started giggling again as they all turned to the party.

The arcade had really been transformed. Without all the gaming machines, she never would have noticed just how big it was. The place was packed and there were tons of coolers and buckets filled with bottled water and beer all around the arcade, along with at least two-dozen kegs lining the entire perimeter.

They stepped into the darkened arcade and immediately were in front of Motoki who was greeting a group of guys that had just entered before them. All of the males turned to face them and an awkward moment passed as both groups assessed each other until Motoki spoke.

"I'm glad you're all here," he smiled. The guys behind him nodded in agreement.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends, Furuhata-san?" One of the guys gave them an overly confident grin.

"Stay away from them, Zeke!" Motoki barked, giving the guys a warning look before walking away to greet other guests.

The guys didn't pay much heed to Motoki's warning and started trying to talk to them immediately. Unfortunately, only she and Rei had managed to sneak past the group and practically ran to lose themselves in the crowded dance floor. Turning back a safe distance away, they laughed at Mako and Ami's bad luck.

"Oh they'll be fine!" she insisted guiltily (well yelled—it was the only way they could hear each other over the music) and Rei shrugged.

"Let's get drinks."

As she and Rei made their way to the back counter a guy approached them. His dark brown fair fell slightly over his eyes and he took hold of Rei's hand with a dashing smile.

"Dance with me." She watched Rei be dragged off without a single word of protest. She stood rooted to the spot with her mouth agape; she could not believe that Rei had just dumped her for a complete(-ly gorgeous, she must admit) stranger without saying so much as a word to her. Some friend!

But she couldn't really blame her for leaving. That guy was fine! As she was about to reach the counter, there was a tap on her shoulder by yet another hottie! They were everywhere! He grabbed her by the waist without even asking for permission and just grooved on next to her. It was fine by her because this guy could dance!

After a couple of songs and a few partners later, she excused herself to get a drink. She declined one guy's offer to go with her, really wanting the alone time and pushed past the heavy crowd on the dance floor. Everyone around her seemed to be pissed drunk by now and she had to laugh as she saw quite a few of them stumbling over themselves. Tsk, tsk! At least none of them were throwing up—yet.

She swirled the drink around after she opened a fruity alcoholic beverage she found in one of the coolers. Trying to avoid the different stares she was receiving from the guys around her, she turned her back toward them and stared off into space. She had danced for so long now and she was just trying to catch a breather. Couldn't they take the hint? On top of that, she was feeling uncomfortable due to the unfamiliar faces around her. It had been a while since she had been separated from her friends and she couldn't believe that she still hadn't bumped into any of them yet. She had seen some people from the neighborhood and greeted a few other acquaintances, but she really wanted to find the girls already.

Just as she turned around to place her drink on the counter, she spotted Mamoru. He was sitting at a table near her and it was surprising she hadn't noticed him sooner. She was torn on whether she should to go to him or not. On the one hand, he was just another jerk, but on the other, at least he was a jerk she knew. And the way that some of these guys around her were looking at her was starting to freak her out. Maybe she could listen to Motoki's advice just this once!

However, before she could fully make up her mind, she saw the guy that she had already danced two whole songs with walking towards her. He had kept bugging her for another dance and sure he was cute, but there were better out there! She had already declined him twice, but he obviously didn't quite get the message. He must have been one of the creeps that Motoki had warned her about.

She couldn't stand the idea of forced small talk while he tried to charm her, so she bee-lined straight to Mamoru. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed Creeper lose sight of her and sighed in relief but as soon as she faced Mamoru she regretted her move. Sitting at either side of him were two totally hot blonde girls, one with her hand on his lap. How did she not notice them before? She did an abrupt about face before he saw her and set about scanning the room again, looking for her friends quickly.

She finally caught a glimpse of Ami and all of her prayers were answered, but she took no more than a single step before she heard Mamoru call her. Dammit, he had seen her! How awkward! She tried to ignore him and take another step forward, but it was as if her body refused to obey her commands and she remained still as he approached her. She could never walk away from him, even if she wanted to.

She turned around and found herself face to face with him. It was unbelievable how quickly he had gotten so close to her, forcing her to stare into the most beautiful eyes on the entire planet. He carefully placed a hand on her hip as he leaned over her and she could feel her world come crashing down as he gave her a toothy grin. Too… sexy…!

"Odango," he greeted her silkily.

She looked away from his amazing eyes and instead focused on what he was wearing. He was dressed impeccably as always, wearing a white button down shirt rolled up at his elbows. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone and she glimpsed his forever tanned and toned chest. His jeans were dark and he was wearing some boring casual, but undoubtedly expensive, shoes.

"Were you looking for me?" He leaned closer, his hand coming around her lower back.

"Of course not!" she lied, looking over his shoulder for Creeper… She appeared to have lost him. She turned back to Mamoru as he looked at her disbelievingly, a smug smile on his face. "What do you want?" she asked ready to walk away from him.

"Actually, if you could do me a favor?" he asked and she raised her brow. Maybe she heard him incorrectly. He was asking her for a favor? She leaned in closer to hear better; damn all this loud music. "Those girls…" was all she heard him say.

She looked back to what he was referring. What about those hoes he was sitting with? They looked like they wanted to scalp her alive and she was not inclined to get anywhere near them.

"They keep following me." He came close so his breath was on her ear. "Lose them for me." She stared at him with narrowed eyes attempting to read his moves. She had this feeling that he was pulling her leg. Could that really be a genuine request from him? Since when did he turn down hot women?

"Why?" she asked suspiciously. He gave her a flirtatious smile.

"I've found better company."

"Oh please." She pushed him away, but he pulled her back again. "You're such a liar," she mumbled, her heart pounding furiously when she noticed his face coming closer to hers. She could feel his breath by her nose.

"Please," he begged, hesitantly placing a small kiss at the corner of her mouth. The whole place was suddenly too hot and her face felt like it was literally on fire. He lingered there for just a moment, his lips barely brushing her cheek as he pulled away slowly. She stayed perfectly still in utter shock. Mamoru had kissed her.

He watched her with an annoyingly arrogant smirk and she looked everywhere but him. Mamoru was such a tease and she wanted to shoot herself for falling into his trap, his deliciously good-looking trap. All she wanted was for him to do it again, except maybe give her a real kiss this time full on the lips and all…

"So are you going to help me?" he asked her. She nodded mutely at his request, still in a daze from his touch and wishing she had more will power to stand against him. He was completely toying with her now and he knew it. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat, looking up at him and forcing a neutral tone that she hoped gave nothing away.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Whatever makes them leave. You're good at that, remember?" She forced herself to roll her eyes like this was bothering her, but she felt particularly playful at the moment. Maybe giddy was a better term for it.

"Whatever I want?" she repeated, the wheels turning in her head. How creative could she get? "You're going to regret this," she warned.

"I'm sure I can handle it," he said pulling her back to his seat.

Mamoru sat down and she went to follow, but as soon as she tried the other two closed in on him. Those malicious bitches! He looked at her with a nearly untraceable smirk and she had to admit they were aggressive. She paused in front of him for a moment contemplating her next move. Oh she knew what she had to do, but did she really have the guts to do it? He was constantly teasing her knowing that she'd always push him away, but what he didn't expect was for her to play along with his games. He himself had given her authority to do as she pleased in this situation and who was she to disobey such orders? Mamoru had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.

Mentally shrugging (what's the worst that could happen?), she innocently plopped herself on Mamoru's lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Weaving her fingers through his hair, she gave him a smug smile as the girls next to them simmered angrily. Although he had never touched her so intimately when he had scared her suitors away, there was something about getting him back harder that was just too tempting. Finally he would get a taste of his own medicine!

She looked at Mamoru through her lashes and was pleasantly satisfied at his clear look of surprise at her bold move. Ha! He wasn't only one that knew how to play games of seduction! She tried to hide her satisfaction. She had gotten him so good! It was rare to catch Mamoru off guard, but when she did, she loved every moment of it.

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