Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Is Desitny Always Right? ❯ Rabbit in the Kitchen ( Chapter 3 )

Eh it's taken me long enough to write another chapter hasn't it? Well better late then never right?

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Is Destiny Always Right?~ Chapter Three~ Rabbit in the Kitchen

Usagi's eyes watched as the door closed, taking Mamoru from her sight. She sighed deeply and glanced down, tears already swimming in her fathomless deep blues. "What did I do to make him hate me so much?"

Itsuma frowned and pulled her small frame closer to himself, resting his head atop her golden one. "You didn't do anything Usa-chan… If that idiot can't see what a great woman he had then it's his fault. Don't blame yourself for his stupidity."

Usagi shook her head, fisting his shirt tightly in her hands. "No!" Tears were evident in her voice as she spoke. "Mamo-chan isn't stupid. He knows me better than anyone." She sniffled sadly and glanced up at him, "Maybe he thought I'm not a good girlfriend because all I do is whine and eat."

The young man holding her smiled fondly down on her, gently brushing a few of her tears with his thumb before he framed her flushed face with his large hand. "It's obviously not the only thing you do if you're loved by so many people. But if you want to make a few changes then all right. I'll help."

She stared up at him in shock before smiling. "You'll help me change who I am?"

He shook his head, smiling and gently tapping her nose. "No, Usagi. I'll help you improve in some areas but I want you to promise me you'll never change who you are for some guy that's made you cry."

Her mouth formed a small `o' of understanding and she nodded, wiping at her cheeks fervently to stop the tears. "Okay. It's a promise, Suma-chan."

He grinned broadly at her. "Great! Now your highness I believe dinner is waiting to be cooked. Shall we?" He mock bowed and offered her his arm, smiling at her.

Usagi fought a giggle and curtsied, nodding and entwining her arm with his. "We mustn't keep dinner waiting."

Itsuma began to lead her to his apartment, smiling lovingly down at her. Mamoru really was an idiot. He was getting rid of the best thing in his life without even a fight.

His amber eyes hardened slightly. Mamoru really didn't deserve the little bunny, then again neither did he, but he would spend as much time as he needed to be deserving of her.

Usagi glanced up at him innocently and smiled, "Suma-chan will you teach me how to cook?"

He blinked in surprise but nodded, "Sure, but that means you'll have to come over every afternoon."

She nodded, then pouted, "But I have detentions most school days.."

He grinned, "Well then no more of that. Why do you get them?"

"Cause I'm always late and don't do my homework..?" Usagi smiled sheepishly.

Itsuma chuckled, "Then I'll have to give you a ride to school every morning and when you come over to cook I'll help you with your homework, deal?" He stuck his hand out for her to shake as they stopped in front of his door.

She stared at it, contemplating whether becoming better was worth having to do her homework. She frowned as she thought of her first meeting with Mamoru and the dreaded test paper she had thrown at him. A guy as smart as Mamoru wouldn't want someone as dumb as she was. Sighing she nodded and grabbed his hand. "Deal."

~

"Now add in the vegetables Usa-chan."

The two stood in Itsuma's not so spotless kitchen, trying to make a curry dish.

It wasn't that they were failing; no it was just that the ingredients were not only in the pot.

He didn't mind though. It was worth it to see his Usa looking so adorable.

She was standing before the stove in one of his silk pajama shirts and an apron, both of which had smudges of sauce, as did her face. Hence the reason he told her to wear the shirt and not her cute sundress. Anyway he thought she looked much better in his shirt, only because he was the only one to witness it and this seemed so much more intimate.

Usagi glanced up at him, one blonde eyebrow raised in question as he watched her. He grinned sheepishly, though not at all apologetic for being caught staring. She was after all a beautiful woman in his home, covered with smudges of sauce. Well that and her long, pale, endless legs were clearly visible. And I mean just because he was gorgeous, sweet and had excellent fashion sense in no way made him gay, so of course he was openly staring at what was presented before him.

Usagi sighed and rolled her eyes, "Shouldn't you be focused on telling me what to do next?"

"All right. Stand there looking irresistible and let me kiss you."

Her eyebrow raised again and she managed to look thoroughly annoyed. Though, he noted with a grin, she was blushing.

He shrugged his broad shoulders slowly. "It was worth a try." Grinning slightly at her they quickly finished cooking and he told her to sit at the table while he got the plates ready.

~

The two sat across from each other, staring down at the lump of unrecognizable food on their plates.

Itsuma sighed deeply, not taking his gaze from the curry. "Ladies first."

Usagi snorted slightly, raising an eyebrow as she poked at the food with her fork. "What if it poisons me? Shouldn't you be protecting me?"

Itsuma glanced up finally and tilted his head, "Poison you? What did we put in that could poison you?"

She shrugged slowly, "Carrots?"

He laughed, "We didn't put those in. I know that you hate them." He grinned at her, "And I'm sure that carrots won't poison you."

Usagi fervently shook her head, "They can!"

He laughed and shook his head, "Can they now?"

She nodded and pouted, "Don't laugh at me!"

Itsuma smiled at her, "I'm not laughing at you."

"Well you're certainly not laughing with me."

He smiled, quirking an eyebrow at her. "All right, you got me there."

"Well then you get to try it first."

He blinked and pouted, turning his handsome face to boyishly adorable. "All right. But if I die you'd better be ready for me to haunt you for your whole life. Mainly at inappropriate moments." He grinned and then picked up some of the curry. "Here goes nothing." He put the bite into his mouth and slowly swallowed.

She held her breath and watched him anxiously.

He blinked after a moment and then smiled. "It's really good."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at him slightly miffed, but mostly skeptical. "It's what?"

"Really good. Try it."

Usagi stared at him before cautiously taking a bite, chewing the food and swallowing.

"Well?"

She glanced up at him and smiled slowly. "You were right."

"Well don't sound so surprised." He pouted again.

~

Again they stood in the kitchen, cooking. Well not so much cooking as getting the chocolate all over themselves and the counter tops.

Itsuma chuckled a bit as he watched her stir the batter. She had of complete concentration as she carefully stirred the mix.

"Usa-chan.. you don't have to be so careful.. It won't explode."

She glanced up at him and pouted, a look he was becoming exceedingly fond of. "I don't want to get your kitchen dirty."

He grinned and raised an eyebrow as he looked about. "Isn't it a bit late for that?"

Her pout deepened, "Suma-chan.." It came out as a whine as she stared up at him. She lifted her hand to point angrily at him, forgetting that she was holding the spoon.

They both stilled and stared at one another in surprise.

He glanced down slowly and blinked. His once black shirt now had spots of dark brown and as he reached up to his face he felt some there too.

Usagi stared at him for a moment before she dissolved into giggles, hunching over as she did so.

Itsuma raised an eyebrow as he watched her, and then grinned, leaning over to the mix and dipping his finger before he proceeded to wipe it on her nose.

She blinked in surprise and wrinkled her nose in annoyance before she too reached for the brownie mix.

Now Itsuma saw this coming and quickly lifted the bowl out of her reach, grinning widely as she pouted and jumped trying to reach the bowl.

After a few minutes of her unfruitful tries she stopped and let a small, wicked grin spread across her face.

Itsuma blinked and began to look nervous. He remembered that grin. She had done it often in the past right before he had been on the receiving side of a prank or something rather unpleasant. "Whatever you're planning don't Sere."

Her grin widened and then turned into an innocent smile as she reached up to twirl a few strands of hair in her fingers. "Planning something? Suma-chan you really think I would do something to you?"

He nodded slowly. "Of course I do. I know you."

She continued to smile innocently up at him. "In the past you knew me. But I'm different now."

His brow raised again and he shook his head, "You're still-Usa-chaaaan!" He yelped as the small blonde rabbit threw herself at him, and he automatically let go of the bowl of brownie mix to catch the flying blonde, making sure that he took the brunt of the fall.

Usagi blushed lightly as she landed on his chest. So she hadn't quite thought that move out too well. She shivered a bit as she felt his hands on her lower back, spreading heat to her body.

Usagi then blinked in surprise as Itsuma suddenly rolled to the side a few feet, just as the bowl of mix landed where they had been only moments before. Chocolate mix rained down around the two, covering them both in speckles of brown.

Usagi gulped slightly as she stared, wide eyed up into his amber orbs. She shivered a bit as he leaned closer to her, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.

"We're covered in brownie mix… And yet you still look gorgeous." He eyes roved over her face, like he was memorizing her soft features.

Again he got closer to her, his lips mere centimeters from her own.

Her blue eyes watched anxiously as his own colored orbs disappeared behind lids and he moved to close the distance.

End Rabbit in the Kitchen

A.N.: I can be so evil when I want to… hehe… anyway the more reviews I get the sooner I do the next chapter. Let us all keep that in mind. I hope you enjoyed!