A/N - Well, here it is. I wanna say thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 4, it was a completely different style of writing I know... but here we are, back to some other pairings. Immense love to impersonal for helping me to get my structure back on track - I really appreciate it :D And you prevented this chapter being a repeat of Chapter 4 ;) Enough ranting - ENJOY!
CHAPTER 5 – SORRY, DID I ST-ST-STUTTER?
Haruka stared at her brunette friend in slight confusion. It wasn't that Makoto confused her but in fact it was the situation that was confusing. Makoto began nervously biting at her nails before looking at Haruka, then turning away again. Haruka smirked and looked over at her nervous friend once more.
"Nervous, Mako-chan?"
"No! Why would I be nervous?!" The brunette managed to squeak out a sentence much to her friend's amusement. Haruka ran her hand through her newly cut hair and grinned.
"Oh, I don't know, nothing to do with the fact that Ami-chan is just two rooms away, I suppose?" Makoto stopped biting her nails and sent a glare to her friend.
"Have I told you lately, just how much I hate you, Haruka?" The blonde tomboy laughed out loud.
"Haha, Mako, I believe that you will always be in love with me," Haruka winked to Makoto, somehow managing to further annoy the nervous brunette more than previously thought possible,. "But Michiru-chan is coming in here to talk to me in a moment. That leaves you ample time to go and talk to Ami. Get it over with Mako! You can do it!" The blonde laughed as she teased her friend.
Makoto struggled to put her Bluetooth hands-free headset in her ear as she heard her cell-phone blaring in her car. There was only one person who ever called her when she was driving, not on purpose it just happened to be HER every single, damn time.
"Haru-chan? What the hell? You always call me when I'm driving, do you like plan it or something?!" Makoto managed to get the Bluetooth in her ear and shout at her friend.
"No, I don't, but I am the bearer of awesome and most excellent news." Makoto sighed and kept a silence, indicating for her long-time friend to continue speaking, "Ami's not an escort anymore."
"Shut up, Haru-chan! I nearly crashed the freaking car when you told me that yesterday. I don't see why I have to come down to talk to her anyway... even you don't know if she's bi or gay or whatever. And I'm not going to ask her out just because you tell me too!" Haruka laughed loudly again, much to Makoto's annoyance. She knew why Haruka was laughing, and how could she be so stupid? Claire. Haruka always had a way with Mako, she could say something to her and it would just make her do it. Before, it was with Claire - way back when they were 17 and still in high school.
"Maaaako-chan. Stop looking so glum. Look, she's over by the large tree there, go and talk to her!" Haruka nudged her friend in the back, encouraging her to go and talk to the girl that had been plaguing her for months. The tall brunette shook her head and stepped back.
"Haru-chan, I can't. I'd be too embarrassed of she told me to go away or made fun of me or something." Makoto turned to leave but felt a firm grip on her wrist. She was pulled around and found herself staring into Haruka's eyes. She felt overwhelmed as she felt the intensity of Haruka's gaze descending upon her. No words needed to be said between the two for a few moments, as Haruka simply stared into her friend's eyes.
"Mako-chan, the worse she can say is no. How bad can that be?"
There was still silence as Makoto looked over at her friend, who had managed to stop smiling smugly and instead had that kind sparkle in her eyes. Haruka leaned forward and caught Makoto's attention once more.
"Mako... relax, the worse that can happen is that she's not into girls, right? But go for it. She's a nice girl, she won't hurt you feelings that much I know for sure!" Makoto stared back at her friend. Haruka would never do anything that would hurt her. She wouldn't let anyone hurt her; their teenage years and rock solid friendship proved that. Makoto laughed nervously and grinned. Haruka really thought she had a chance. A whole new level of self-confidence was instilled in Makoto as the thought of Haruka's kindness in the past resurfaced in her mind.
"Okay, Haru-chan, but if I do will you ask Michiru-chan out?"
"Iie! What? Makoto-chan, I'm totally not going to do that! Are you mad?" Makoto began to grin and smirk at her friend's reaction and decided to have a little fun with her.
"Ne, Haruka-chan, don't you think she's cute? I'm pretty sure she'd say yes if YOU asked her out." Makoto wiggled her eyebrows for added emphasis, only causing Haruka to shake her head.
"Mako-chan, you know the rule. I don't date these sorts of girls. I mean, come on, they do it for money. You know, that's just asking for trouble."
Mako looked at her friend incredulously.
She couldn't believe the tone with which Haruka had spoken. It contained such contempt that Makoto at first couldn't believe that Haruka had said something so harshly about the escorts. Makoto may not have approved but Haruka had always spoken about how you shouldn't see them as escorts by what they do... maybe it was one rule for the blonde and another for everyone else. Makoto shook her head, teasing her friend somewhat.
"So, you wouldn't date one of them, but here you are, encouraging me to?!"
"Hey! That is not the point! The point is you are blatantly attracted to her and I don't want you moping around me about her! So that's why I'm encouraging you. Remember – live life with no regrets, dearest Mako-chan. Anyway, Michiru's been here longer than I have. If working here has proven anything to me it's that she's strictly dickly."
An uncomfortable silence fell into the room and Makoto cleared her throat awkwardly. She was searching for anything in her mind to change the subject; Haruka made it clear that she wouldn't ask Michiru out, even though Makoto could swear when she had walked in on them a few days ago she could see a spark between the two – maybe they didn't realise it. And now Mako had been 'bullied' into coming down to Haruka's office to see Ami and to ask her out for an evening. Before anymore could be thought about, there was a knock at the door. Haruka grinned widely then whispered over to her friend.
"Yo, Mako-chan, this is it. Good luck!" She lifted her head up and spoke louder, "Come in!"
The door opened a few moments later to reveal Ami and Michiru. Ami looked more nervous than usual, and she had a slight tinge of pink covering her cheeks and running across the bridge of her nose too, while Michiru was standing with her usual perfect posture and she was staring directly above Haruka. Or, is that right? Michiru's posture seemed a little too perfect now to Haruka. Nevertheless, Haruka cleared her throat.
"Ah, Michiru-chan, thanks for coming. Ami, you're doing well. Not a single appointment as been late today. Mako, will you please excuse us? Ami, can you get my friend a drink please?"
"H-h-hai!" Ami nodded.
Michiru entered the office as Makoto stood and spared a nervous smile to her blonde friend, before she followed the short-haired bluenette from the room. Haruka simply winked and put two thumbs up. Mako smiled, feeling a little more reassured and left the room, closing the door behind her. Haruka glanced at a motionless Michiru, who stood as if she was rooted to the doorway. Michiru had statuesque posture; she looks more like a mannequin now more than ever. Haruka frowned at it, but it deepened as she noticed Michiru's expression is one of a slight frown, though her face remains predominantly blank. Disturbed. That was it... Michiru looked disturbed.
"Are you okay, Michiru-san?"
"Hai, Tenoh-san."
The curtness in Michiru's voice did not go unnoticed by Haruka, who was actually a little hurt that Michiru was so formal with her. Michiru hadn't moved at all since then, neither did her expression changed. Haruka cleared her throat uncomfortably again, something she never felt when Michiru was around. But this time, why did it feel so different? Michiru was being so... cold? Yes, cold, Michiru was being damn cold and right now, Haruka wasn't sure why she was being that way, and especially not to her. But she did know that she didn't like it one bit.
"T-take a seat, Michiru-san," Haruka was unsure what would break the discomfort.
"I think it's quite alright."
"Oh…"
And silence filled the room once more.
"Well, I just wanted to clarify that you'll be Kou-san's escort for the twelfth. He has requested someone with intelligence and knowledge of music. I remember once, you said you played an instrument, so I thought you'd be perfect," Haruka said, not knowing what else to say.
Michiru didn't respond for a while before she nodded once and turned away from her standing position near the door. What the hell? Haruka never saw Michiru this unwilling to talk to her before.
"What is up with you, Michiru-chan? Why are you acting so strange with me?"
Haruka hadn't noticed her voice had risen, but clearly Michiru had as Michiru stiffened her posture even more.
"If you have nothing further to say to me regarding work Tenoh-san, then I'm leaving."
Michiru turned to leave, and instantly Michiru felt a hand on her arm gently holding her and tugging her behind. Haruka meant no harm, but it seems to Haruka that Michiru took it the wrong way. Michiru immediately flinched at the touch and flung her arm wildly, forcing Haruka to release her grip and sending Haruka staggering to the back a little.
Frightened blue eyes met shocked green eyes.
Fear. Haruka saw fear in Michiru's eyes. Why was Michiru afraid of her touch all of a sudden?
"Michiru-san! Come on! What' wrong?? You are not acting like yourself!"
"How do you take it, Kino-san?" Ami turned to the brunette behind her, as they entered the pantry of After Dark. She had asked the brunette what drink she would like and Makoto had asked for some coffee. Nervously asked for coffee, was more like it.
"I just have a little milk with two sugars... and yourself?" Ami turned her head to the brunette and smiled.
"I have it black. I've grown to love coffee black with being a student."
Ami laughed nervously as she stirred in the milk and two sugars into the mug filled with hot coffee. As soon as she was content it was done, she turned and handed it to the brunette, who was leaning against the counter, biting her lip nervously.
"Arigatou," Makoto bowed slightly and took the mug, instantly drinking half the cup's contents. She was hoping they would calm her nerves.
"Are you okay, Kino-san?" Ami's eyebrows furrowed as she saw Makoto drain her cup of hot coffee.
"Please, call me Makoto." The brunette smiled warmly at the younger girl, and saw how she timidly nodded. Kawaii, thought Makoto to herself.
"Only if you call me Ami, Makoto-san." Makoto smiled at the girl. 'Okay Kino, this is it. Now or never, get it in gear. Just ask her. If she says no, you can handle it. I mean, you've been rejected several times, once more won't hurt. No, no, don't think that way! Okay. Here it goes.'
"Um... Ami-san... Are you busy Saturday night?" Makoto smiled sheepishly and raised her head to meet with Ami's gaze, which was currently in a state of shock.
"S-S-Saturday, Kino-san?" Makoto placed her coffee cup down on the flat surface she was resting on before she pushed herself off of the counter. She managed to lift her gaze away from the floor and into deep, blue eyes.
"I've already told you, Ami-san... please, call me Makoto." The blue-haired girl seemed to go pale and she nodded dumbly, "So... what are you doing Saturday, Ami-san?" Makoto tried her best to
seem confident, and she even managed a shy smile towards Ami who seemed to be frozen to the spot.
Makoto waited for a few more moments.
She gulped nervously after noting Ami's silence. The brunette raised her hand and played with some stray strands of brown hair that had fallen from her ponytail and had managed to hang on the sides, now framing her face.
"N-N-Nothing, Makoto-san." Ami could fee her heart quicken again. She knew this was going to happen. She and Michiru had heard Makoto and Haruka speaking and she was a little worried.
"Well, then could I take you out? For coffee... maybe dinner?" Makoto raised her emerald green eyes to meet Ami's and waited patiently. For a few moments, only pure silence took them over. Ami smiled gently, and Makoto could feel her nerves lighten. She returned the smile.
"I'm sorry, Makoto-san. But no. I don't want to go with you this Saturday. I'm – I'm not interested in you in that way."
"Oh."
Oh, was that all Makoto could say to her? Ami searched the brunette's face for more. She felt low, she should have least used a bit more tact. She couldn't tell Makoto why she really said no. What they had said about her at medical school. How they had found out. It was shameful. And coupled with what she heard Haruka say, and Makoto clearly not disagreeing, Ami thought it was clear what Makoto's intentions were.
After a long morning, that Ami thought would never end, she found herself now packing up her bags and nursing her head. She was suffering from a headache, a reminder not to stay out too late; she would have to talk to Haruka about her ending hours it seemed.
"Hey, Mizuno-san, c'mere," Ami looked up to see one of her classmates standing near the main exit, gesturing for her to walk over to him.
Ami packed away her books and obliged the young man who had called her. As she reached the door, she saw that standing a few feet away were two females and one male friend, but all three smirking, the two girls even giggling and raising their hands to hide it. Ami frowned in confusion a little.
"Hai, Morioka-san?" She smiled as politely as she could. The boy, Morioka, leaned forward and grinned.
"I saw you last night." Ami frowned further, he saw her, so what? She was confused and thought he was playing some kind of prank on her. She needed to get to her apartment and study; she didn't have time for this.
"Excuse me, Morioka-san." As Ami left the classroom, she could hear footsteps behind her, they were clearly following her. She sighed, and felt a little scared too – why were they following her? She was about to speed up when Morioka spoke again, this time an edge of amusement to his voice.
"I saw you at the gala, with Tanaka-san. He's one of my father's friends at their company. He's not married ,that much we know."
Ami's eyes widened and she stopped in her tracks. She heard how footsteps slowly approached her and she turned around. Morioka was standing ten feet away and he had a grin on his face. Ami shook, she was terrified. Last night had been her tenth job in After Dark. At a gala held by a pharmaceutical company, hailing the unveiling of a new treatment for diabetics. And one of the executives had come to After Dark for an escort – it happened to be Ami. She hadn't thought that anyone she knew would ever see her, but if they did she could avoid their questions. Ami looked up to meet Morioka's eyes and saw only mirth in his eye - he found it all so amusing.
"I asked my father if he knew who the girl was... he said no. I thought maybe you had snagged a rich guy for yourself... never in a million years would I have thought you were a prostitute, Mizuno!" Morioka couldn't contain himself and burst into laughter, needing to be held up by his male friend, who too was laughing.
Ami was shaking her head in disbelief. She thought that no-one would find out, and here someone had. Someone in her own medical class no less! She was so embarrassed and found her eyes stinging wildly, threatening to empty her tears. One of the girls spoke up,
"It's good thing you wanna be a doctor, Mizuno, you'll have to support yourself in life, because no-one would want spoilt goods like you! What self-respecting person would want to touch you for anything other than sex now? If they've got the yen to back it up, of course, right, Mizuno?!"
The girls howled in laughter as Ami began crying and ran away from the school, as fast as she could. Hoping to escape their taunts, hoping to God that she would wake up in the morning and it would all be a cruel dream. But she had no such luck. The next day she woke up, remembering it all vividly. What Morioka said. How they laughed. What the girl had said.
Who would want her now?
Judging from the brunette's reaction, Ami's own conclusion was far off from the truth. Makoto turned her head, and Ami couldn't see her face. Suddenly Ami felt foolish. It was just coffee... or dinner, would it have been such a big deal? Sure, it was with another woman, but with the brunette Ami found she was not even caring about gender. She could see the pain in Makoto's face, and felt a horrible pang hit her deep in her stomach and chest. Ami could almost cry from the pain she saw, pain she had inflicted on another, using only words.
"Makoto-san? Are you – " Ami was cut off by Makoto turning around and forcing a smile.
"I'm fine, Mizuno-san. Excuse me, I have to go."
Ami was paralyzed; completely frozen to the spot. She was shaken from her 'trance' by the sound of the main office door slamming hard. Ami could barely control herself; how could she let them get to her? How could she let her classmates actually affect her with their cruel words? She should have known Makoto wasn't like that; that the brunette wasn't interested in only that. Ami managed to walk from the kitchen to the hallway staying in her state of the paralysis.
"Nothing is wrong with me, Tenoh-san. Stop this questioning and let's just get down to our work." Michiru's voice sounded shakier than ever.
Haruka shook her head," Right there. See, that's what's wrong. 'Tenoh-san'. You haven't called me that since I started working here... and even that only lasted a few hours, and now here you are calling me Tenoh-san again. I'm only going to ask one more time, why the hell are you acting so weird?!"
"And I'm only going to say this one more time. Nothing is wrong with me... Tenoh-san," Michiru responded with nothing but formality and coldness.
Before Haruka could respond, the sound of the main office door slamming with ferocity broke Haruka and Michiru out of their argument. Instantly, Haruka ran to her door, to see who was in such a pissed off mood to have slammed the door so hard. As Haruka wrenched her office door open, she saw Rei and Mina were peering their heads out from the lounge. Miss M had descended down the stairs, a glare plastered on her face. As Haruka was about to question whom it was that had slammed the door when Ami stepped out of the kitchen timidly. Her eyes were watering a little. And it was in that instant that Haruka noticed Makoto wasn't there. All eyes were on Ami. Haruka walked over to Ami slowly.
"What happened, Ami?" Ami looked up at Haruka and sniffled softly.
"I'm sorry, Haruka-san." The blonde tomboy looked in Ami's face and could instantly tell the whole story.
Makoto got shot down. Haruka sighed and rubbed her temples gently.
"Fuck! I should go and get her." Haruka turned to Michiru and lowered her voice to a more soft tone. "We are not done here, Michiru," With that the blonde tomboy rushed back into her office to collect her car keys and to drive off after her friend, and the tomboy was hoping she would be able to talk some sense into her sensitive friend.
As soon as Haruka left, Michiru turned her attention to Ami. The warmth had returned to Michiru's eyes as she looked questioningly into Ami's eyes. Ami sniffled a little before speaking quietly.
"I didn't mean to upset Makoto-san, Michiru-chan. I just... I panicked."
Michiru embraced the younger girl gently as tears threatened to fall once more. Michiru rubbed Ami on the back, in a very motherly way, and spoke in calming, hushed tones.
"It's okay, Ami-san, Har- Tenoh-san, will sort this out. Just relax okay? Go and sit down in pantry, I'll come and join you and we'll talk over tea, okay?"
Ami said nothing but nodded, almost like a small child. Michiru looked up and saw Miss M was staring at them. Her eyes bearing into Michiru's intensely. Michiru didn't break her gaze and after a few moments Miss M, lowered her head, shook it gently and made an amused 'humph' sound, before turning around and slowly retreating back up to her office. Michiru looked down to Ami and released her from her arms, "Go to the pantry, okay? I'm going to tell Rei and Mina that they're not
to interrupt us, okay?" Ami nodded once more, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and walked over to the pantry again.
Michiru turned around and found herself face to face with Rei and Mina, both staring at her. Rei's eyes were filled with confusion and concern and Mina's were filled with confusion and yearning. Knowing Mina, yearning to know every nitty bitty detail of the event she had missed.
"I'm going to talk to Ami-chan, guys. Can you stay out of the pantry until we're done?"
"Sure thing, Michiru-chan. If there's anything we can do, come and get us."
Rei threw a look to Mina. She was surprised that the blonde would show concern. She was annoyed that Minako had said 'we', but it was true, if there was anything they could do... Rei wanted to be there for Ami. All three could hear the sounds of gently sobbing and once again Minako spoke.
"What happened, Michiru-chan?"
Michiru sighed. She was torn, should she tell them or not? They were friends! Of course, she could trust them. She lowered her head towards them, afraid that if Ami heard her she might think Michiru was just gossiping instead of telling concerned friends.
"Makoto-san asked Ami-chan out... and well, Ami declined. But I think she's regretting it now... I don't know the full story but I know Ami needs me. Excuse me," Michiru passed a quick smile to the two before heading to the pantry to speak with Ami.
Rei crossed her arms and walked back into the lounge, taking a seat on the couch furthest from the door, her brow furrowed deep in concentration. Mina closed the door and leaned against it, her head facing up to the ceiling. She sighed, and caught the attention of Rei who instantly snapped her head up and looked at the blonde. Minako wasn't even staring at Rei but a small smile came across her face.
"What are you smiling at?"
Minako looked down at Rei, a few moments after the raven-haired girl had spat the sentence at her. Minako didn't answer but her smile grew a little wider. Rei was getting annoyed by this. Trust this one time Rei wanted the blonde to speak, Minako decided to be quiet! Minako eyed Rei with a glint of amusement in her eyes. The blonde giggled gently.
"Well... it's sweet, isn't it?" Minako saw confusion etch across Rei's face and sighed, "I mean, who would have thought Ami would be attracted to Makoto-san?"
Rei laughed bitterly.
"You really are a stupid blonde, aren't you? Ami declined! Remember?" Minako rolled her eyes.
"You think like a caveman. Yes, I know she declined. But why is she so upset if she declined? She is upset because she regrets declining Makoto-san. Can't blame her, Makoto-san is kind of cute."
"You think I'm a Neanderthal? Ami is probably crying because Makoto-san shouted at her or something!" Rei smiled proudly. She thought she hit it spot on. Minako shook her head.
"No! We were only next door, we would have heard shouting! The only shouting we heard was from Haruka's office. Nothing from anyone else. Ami regrets it. I could tell. It was in her eyes. Regret. But I only knew why after Michiru-chan told us what happened. "
"So, you're smiling because Ami's in tears after she realised she likes Makoto-san? That's fucked up, Aino-san." Minako laughed loudly. Was Rei really that dense?
"No, Hino-san, I'm not smiling because Ami's in tears. I'm smiling because if Makoto likes her still, and I'm going to guess she does, and Ami likes Makoto, then at the restaurant they can get together. It'd be so sweet! I can see it now, Ami would enter the restaurant and Makoto would lock eyes with her and they'd both rush to each other in a sweet embrace! Oh! Isn't it love just gorgeous?" Rei scoffed as soon as Minako had finished speaking. The blonde had that glazed over look in her eyes.
"Fuck me, who the fuck died and made you Cupid?" Minako dropped her gaze to Rei and her eyes glazed over with another look.
"Fuck you, Rei? Is that an invite?" Minako smiled a little at the end of her sentence. Rei instanty stood up and her amethyst eyes glared deep into Minako's cerulean orbs.
"Don't you dare fucking go there, Minako. I told you. Don't."
Every word Rei spoke was at a low tone, every syllable dripping with an immense amount of what could only be called wounded pride. Minako's smile faded.
"Rei... I meant everything I said. I do have feelings for you. I – "
"Shut up, Minako! I don't want to hear it." Rei stormed towards the door, with every intention of throwing Minako aside and escaping from the room, but as soon as she had pushed the blonde aside and gotten her hand on the handle, she found herself being pulled by the arm and turned around. No sooner had the raven-haired beauty turned around, did she feel that she was being thrown towards the wall adjacent to the door by Minako. Inwardly, Rei smirked; she was impressed the blonde had this much strength. But, what Rei felt inside was clearly not being projected outwards.
"Get your fucking hands off of me."
Rei struggled against the blonde but felt herself helpless. She looked into Minako's eyes and saw a pain in her blue eyes. Minako shook her head.
"I'm not letting you go, Rei. I'm sorry about what happened. But I'm not lying to you, I do have feelings for you." Rei shook her head fervently and pushed Minako back again, this time successfully getting the blonde off of her.
"Just shut up, Minako! Stop lying to me! If you really had feelings for me then how comes the other night you -" Rei was cut off by Minako's firm voice.
"I'm not lying to you," before Rei could respond she felt a pair of lips searing into her own. A warmth spread through her body and without thinking she moaned lustfully into the kiss.
Rei couldn't believe she was finally acting on instinct. And she couldn't believe that Minako was returning every touch. Minako's hands were pushed up over her head and Rei had a firm grip on the blonde's wrists. Rei could feel Minako moan into her mouth, every single lustful groan reverberating gently into Rei's mouth. The dark-haired woman slipped her tongue into the woman's mouth and felt the blonde squirming against her. Rei smirked into the kiss and forcefully pressed her lips against Minako's once more, and let her hands release the other girl's hands. The blonde seemed almost unsure where to put her hands but Rei instinctively ran her hands down the girl's sides, brushing past Minako's breasts, barely covered by her silk negligee. As soon as Rei's hands reached the blonde's delectable thigh, she felt Minako push her back, forcefully. Rei looked up into unsure blue eyes.
"Rei... I'm not sure I can do this with you."
It was only when she heard a moan being returned did she come crashing back down to Earth. Minako. Minako was kissing her, it was Minako's lips that she was enjoying, it was Minako's tongue she could feel brushing against her bottom lip. It was Minako who ran her hand up Rei's thigh and caused the dark-haired woman to moan once more. It was always Minako. And it was Minako resurfacing all these feelings and urges again. Once Rei regained her senses, she moved her hands to Minako's shoulders in a split second, just ready to push the blonde back with full force. She was going to. That was, until the door flew open, revealing Michiru.
"Hey, guys, we're finishing early and – Oh."
Michiru looked at the two in utter shock. Minako stepped back from Rei, smiling warmly to Michiru, Rei was panting heavier than she would have liked but the hot-headed woman couldn't help it. The aqua-haired woman smirked and folded her arms, "I was just saying... Miss M said we could finish early today... but it seems you two had every idea of doing that anyway." Rei shook her head and regained her composure.
"It's not what it looks like, Michiru-chan!"
Michiru nodded, clearly disbelieving Rei. "I'm taking Ami home... have a nice night, you two." Michiru walked away, clearly restraining a giggle. Who would blame her – who would have ever thought in a million years that they would ever find Aino and Hino making out that heatedly? She certainly wouldn't have!
Rei glared at Minako, who was currently smiling warmly at her.
"I hate you, Minako." Rei stormed from the room, and went to the hallway, to collect her bag and coat and leave the office. She had to get away from Minako as soon as possible.
Back in the lounge, Minako sat down on the sofa and placed a hand over her lips; still throbbing from the more than pleasurable kiss earlier. She sighed and spoke quietly to only herself.
"I'll make you see, Rei."
A/N 2 - Well, there it is. R&R, cos the more you review the more likely you are to get an update ;) Ja ne -VR