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Revenge Is Oh So Sweet

Del Masico

Flashback: 3 year earlier...

"Minako, hurry up! We're gonna be late!"

The eighteen year old girl yawned and walked out of her bedroom. She only wore a black camisole and matching underwear. She smiled at the woman standing at the foot of the staircase.

"You know this has got to stop. I'm tired of making these stupid appearances. I have a life you know, but maybe no one cares about lil' ole me."

The women just shook her head. "If I wasn't your mother... Minako really now! Your father has been waiting for us for an hour now! He really needs this exposure if he wants to get more clients and now is the perfect time. So get dressed and be ready in ten minutes. No excuses!"

Minako sighed and went back into her bedroom. Minutes later she appeared in a simple black Chanel dress and her hair was up in a classic french bun. She grabbed a small black purse and slipped into some black three inch stillettos and walked down the stairs. Her mother stood at the doorway wearing a similar dress, but the color of her dress was a pearly white.

"It's about time. Lets go."

The doorman opened the door for them and they walked down the steps of their mansion in the Upper East side of Manhattan. A chauffeur came up to them immediatley and opened the door to a black and white limousine. Minako's father was waiting in the limo patiently. He smiled when his wife and daughter sat down.

"Bout time you two got ready."

Minako laughed while her mother just sighed. Soon they pulled off and headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Minako stared outside the window. Another day in the life of a Del Masico. Her family was one of the wealthiest on the East side. Her father, Martino Del Masico owned half of New York and her mother, Lorelle was a famous novelist. Minako didn't mind the money, but she wanted to not just be known as a Del Masico, but as a person. She yawned slightly. (I need some excitment in my life.) Meeting middle age men and their barely legal wives was not something she planned on doing. The limo stopped in front of the museum and she stepped out after her parents. (Showtime.) Minako put on her poker face and slowly walked up the stairs.

"So then they fell down right in front of the crowned Prince!"

The group broke out in an uproar of laughter. Minako simply rolled her eyes and sipped her ginger ale. Her parents were having a ridiculous conversation with Henry Kinele, an obnoxious lawyer who had a thing for young women; one being Minako. She looked around the museum and decided to go look at the Da Vinci expose'. She glanced at her parents. (Oh, they won't mind.) She put her drink on the bar and headed towards the southwest wing. She sat down on a bench and stared at the Mona Lisa. (She looks suspicious. Like she wants to tell me something.)

"You know, everytime I see this picture, I wonder if she is keeping a secret.", someone spoke.

Minako turned around quickly. Standing there was man smiling at her. Her breath got caught in her lungs. The only word that came across her mind was (Beautifiul.) And indeed he was. He had the features of a god. He was around six and a half feet tall, toned abs that could be seen under his Aramani suit, strong arms, piercing blue eyes, and long platium blonde hair.

"I'm Kunzite Gergio.", he said.

"Minako Del Masico.", she murmured.

He sat down next to her. "I knew Martino had a daughter, but I never knew she would be this exquisite.", he took her hand and kissed it softly.

Minako bit her bottom lip and returned the smile. "Please to meet you."

"So, I guess you're not enjoying the party either? I feel the same way. I needed to get away from all that 'high-class' talk", he said.

Minako laughed. "Yeah, this isn't my scene. My parents drag me everywhere with them. They know I loathe these fucking prissy parties, yet they think it will up my chances at becoming like them. I say they can shove that idea up their tight asses."

Kunzite smirked. "Well aren't you a piece of work. Nothing like your parents. Hey I know we just met, but would you like to go down to Brooklyn with me? A friend of mine is having a party and I was hoping you could be my date."

Before Minako could register what he said, she heard herself saying yes to him and then telling her parents she was going out. They hopped into one of the limos parked outside and headed towards Brooklyn.

The party was held in an old abandoned warehouse that was made into a hangout for aspiring artists. It was dimly lit and soft jazz music was playing. There was an earthy atmosphere to the place. Everyone was either in the corner smoking highly illegal drugs or sitting around conversing about random things. Minako stood in the middle of this, eyebrow raised with a look of amusement and confusion on her face. Kunzite came over to her and handed a crystal flute. She took it and downed the drink in less than a minute. Kunzite laughed.

"You drink like a damn fish."

Minako rolled her eyes, "Please, you should have seen me last weekend."

Kunzite grinned and pulled her close to him. Minako stared into his eyes. (I barely know him and now we're about to kiss.) Her breath quickened as his face drew closer. She put her hands on each side of his face and brought it hungrily down to meet her lips. Kunzite groaned as he felt her tongue roll across his. He wrapped his arms around her waist possessively. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Minako pulled away to take a deep breath.

"Wow.", she whispered.

Kunzite winked at her. "Not bad for the first kiss huh?"

"I've had better.", her voice going to a dull moan.

"Hmm maybe I have to try harder.", he smirked.

"Yes, maybe you do.", Minako traced her finger over his lips.

"Want to leave.", he offered.

Minako nodded her head followed him out. They were almost to the door until a waitress collided into Kunzite while carrying a tray of drinks. The drinks crashed to the floor drenching Kunzite, Minako, and the waitress.

"Oh shit!", she bent down to pick up large pieces of glass. Kunzite and Minako bent down to help her.

"Don't bother. I'm sorry I can be clumsy sometimes.", she blushed.

Minako smiled at her. "It's alright. You sure you don't need any help?"

"No, thank you though.", she smiled.

Kunzite glanced at her for a moment. She was about 5'6 or 5'7 and slenderwith long legs but she had curves. Her dark hair was streaked in violet and it was in a high ponytail. Her eyes were a deep violet and she had pale ivory skin. Kunzite gave her a small smile and took Minako's hand.

"Let's go.", he murmured in her ear.

Minako nodded her head at him and smiled again at the girl. She looked at her nametag.

"Goodnight Ms. Rei."

"Goodnight.", Rei waved.

She watched as the two walked hand in hand out of the party. Her expression went from estactic to icy and she continued to clean up the mess.

A/N: How is it so far let me know okay. Luv y'all. Toodles.

-WooWoo316 ;-)