Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Chapter 7 - How much do you know? ( Chapter 7 )
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By: CattyKitty 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 476 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.3K | Visits: 476 | Status: Completed
CattyKitty
(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. The story is my original and I write for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Seven Days
Chapter 7
How much do you know?
*Mamoru*
After Usagi had left, Motoki had wordlessly led him into his office and shut the door behind them. The air in the room was kind of tense and he realized that he was a bit nervous about talking to Motoki about what had happened. What if his guess was right about him liking Usagi? Would Motoki forgive him? Motoki sat on his huge leather seat behind his desk and stared at him expectantly, but he refused to sit down in front of him; he already felt like an employee about to get fired.
"Explain yourself," Motoki said grinning, trying to relieve the tension.
"Are you serious?" He was annoyed that Motoki felt the need to have to talk about it.
"Why didn't you tell me you guys have been fooling around?"
"She was here this morning so I couldn't tell you anything." Motoki's eyes widened at his confession, already jumping to conclusions about what happened yesterday.
"What?! Don't tell me you fucked her last night?" he asked outraged. He shook his head awkwardly.
"I didn't," he said slowly, but Motoki pressed on.
"What then? She blew you?!" Motoki asked in disbelief. He sighed.
"No. It didn't go that far," he said uncomfortably. "At all."
Motoki nodded once pensively, trying to figure out for himself what exactly had happened, but didn't ask him anything further. Mamoru crossed his arms defensively, wondering what all the fuss was about. Motoki wasn't letting on exactly what was his issue with fooling around with Usagi. If he liked her, then he should just spit it out already. He would just apologize and move on already... all he had to do was say so.
"This is probably the stupidest thing you've ever done," Motoki sighed. "You're going to ruin our relationships."
"Are you saying we can't be friends anymore?" he asked him sarcastically. Motoki couldn't be stupid enough to let a girl come in between them.
"I don't mean us, idiot," Motoki drawled. "I mean with her." He took a deep breath and then finally released what he'd wanted to say all along. "I mean I know you've always liked her, but dammit, you're not supposed to chase after her!" Now he was more confused than ever.
"What?" he asked dumbly; he was lost.
"Oh don't give me that look! You know I'm right. You've liked her for a while now. But what the hell, she's too young for you! There are a million other girls out there; why you have to start fooling around with Usagi?" Motoki asked annoyed and he finally realized what was going on... He had been right; Motoki wanted her for himself.
"Well, if you really wanted her, then why haven't you done anything these last couple of years she's been hitting on you? And might I add, we're the same age, so fuck you! You can't have her either then!" he said angrily and Motoki looked at him like he was stupid, which made him even angrier.
"What the hell are you talking about? I DON'T WANT HER, you fucking moron!" Motoki yelled back.
"Then WHAT are you complaining about?" he demanded. If Motoki didn't like Usagi, then there wasn't really a reason for him to be mad. And what the hell was Motoki treating him like a little kid for? He was an adult and fully able to make decisions for himself; if he wanted to fool around with Usagi, then it was none of his damn business.
He took a deep breath, trying quickly to let go of his anger. He and Motoki were like brothers and confrontations like this (however rare) occurred. When they did, they were odd events and usually resulted in a brief argument, but always led to a civil settlement in the end.
"I'm NOT complaining! I'm just saying!" Motoki sighed. "I don't think that it's a good idea of you to get involved with her. That's all."
"Why?" he asked dryly, waiting for him to elaborate; Motoki needed to give him a damn good reason because he was really bad at listening to advice.
"It's not obvious?" Motoki asked sarcastically and Mamoru finally took a seat. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long pep talk... "You're an asshole," Motoki started with obvious logic that not even he could dispute. He simply nodded; he wasn't really offended. If anyone knew that statement to be true, it was definitely Motoki. "Not only do we both know how it's going to end, but there are so many other girls out there. Why Usagi? I just really want to try to save her from you!" Motoki finished with a defeated sigh.
"Well it's none of your business anyway," he scoffed and Motoki glared at him.
"Just what exactly do you plan to do with her?" Motoki asked reluctantly; a worried look on his face because he already knew the answer.
"You already know," he smirked and Motoki looked like he wanted to punch him when he answered. He was taken aback; was he seriously trying to protect Usagi that much? "Relax; it's not like I'm not going to abuse her!"
"You're not going to date her or anything you're just going to fuck her and that's it?" Motoki asked tightly, his glare very accusing. He reluctantly nodded; that was pretty much a rough summary, but yeah, he got all the main points in there.
"I don't think she really cares anyway," he defended himself, although he really had no idea if it was true or not. "Didn't you see how embarrassed she was a getting caught? She'd rather die than admit that she likes me," he reasoned and Motoki hesitantly shrugged in agreement.
"Yeah, but still..." Motoki looked at him pleadingly. "Don't screw this up. Because I just have this feeling that after you've had your fun with her--which will probably be over by the end of the week--she's not going to be talking to either one of us. If that happens, then I'm blaming you," Motoki warned. After a moment, he continued. "How much do you like her anyway?"
"She's hot," he dodged easily.
"I know that," Motoki deadpanned. "But why Usagi?" he pressed.
"Trust me; it's purely physical," he muttered and even as he said it, he knew that it was only half true. She did have some redeeming qualities, but he just didn't want to think about them at the moment; it just made everything easier to deal with this way.
Plus the fact that he'd only just realized his attraction less than 24 hours ago, made him want to acknowledge even less his possible feelings for her. Whatever he was feeling could probably be completely temporary for all he knew... he didn't need to jump on the bandwagon and start proclaiming about emotions that he knew nothing about...
Motoki looked at him skeptically; seeing right through the superficial faade, but like the good friend that he was, he didn't say anything else about it. He hadn't meant to lie to him, but he was a reserved kind of guy. He never admitted to anything really deep, least of all not until he was one hundred percent sure of it himself. He'd probably talk to him about this stuff another time, once he completely figured things out about his status with Usagi.
"I think you and me both need a drink," Motoki finally suggested, getting up from his seat. Mamoru sighed deep in relief, following Motoki out the door. He couldn't agree more.
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*Motoki*
When they both arrived at the bar, they sat down on the stools and waited for their sexy bartender, Scarlet, to show up. He loved this place for many reasons; the quiet ambiance and good selection of beer, but he had to admit that Scarlet was his favorite part. She was always wearing the skimpiest things, flirting with all the guys at the bar for tips. When she reached them, she didn't disappoint. She gave him and Mamoru flirtatious smiles before asking for their drinks, even though they were regulars and she knew their orders by heart. They both got their usual and sat in silence until their drinks arrived.
He knew that Mamoru was contemplating whether or not to talk to him further about Usagi, but he also knew better than to try to pry information out of him. Things like that just didn't work with Mamoru; it only served to push him away further and that was something that he always avoided doing. They were friends for way too long and didn't need to get into arguments over petty things; he was sure Mamoru would tell him when he was ready.
Mamoru and him had been friends for over ten years now, since they were both eleven, and had grown up from then on practically inseparable. They met by the orphanage that Mamoru grew up in; it was only a few minutes away from where Motoki and his parents had lived at the time. One day, he stumbled upon Mamoru's class at the park and they both happened to have Transformers t-shirts on, except that he had on his Megatron while Mamoru was wearing Optimus Prime. So they (like the little kids that they were) got into a debate about which one was better and strangely enough, that was the very beginning of their bromance.
Eventually he learned Mamoru's school recess schedule and started begging his parents to take him to the park at the same time. After a couple of months of the same rendezvous, his parents started asking for permission to take Mamoru out on the weekends. His parents grew so fond of Mamoru (he was incredibly well mannered and cultured due to the fact that the orphanage was really like an etiquette school for boys), that when he finally turned twelve, they decided to foster him. It was a huge decision, but his parents were so attached to Mamoru that he was practically already part of the family. Motoki was thrilled of course; he'd always wanted a brother and Mamoru was his best friend in the world. Except for the fact that Mamoru never called his parents 'mom' or 'dad', he still always treated them with respect and they lived as happy as any typical family.
He and Mamoru started the same middle school that year and later on went to the same high school together as well. He remembered those years like it was yesterday; they had so much fun back then. He remembered clearly the year that Mamoru had turned sixteen; it was the year when he was finally able to tap into (a small portion) his trust fund that his parents had left him. Mamoru had brought everything in sight and for about a whole six months he went on crazy splurges; there was nothing that he denied himself. Of course he eventually learned that he couldn't get his full inheritance until he was eighteen, but that hadn't stopped him in the least. Thankfully, after he had gotten all that he needed to feel satisfied, he had actually very wisely conserved some of his money and made it last for the two remaining years (all while still managing to be the flashiest kid in school with the freshest car).
The best time was when a couple of months before he turned seventeen, his parents decided to move to France to try their luck in the more upscale restaurant scene. He refused to move away because that would mean that he had to leave Mamoru (since he wasn't adopted, he couldn't leave Japan) and besides, he didn't want to live in a foreign country, in a completely different culture. So he convinced his parents to let him stay (and his sister too, Lizzie, who didn't want to move either), and they agreed on the terms that they could only stay if they both took complete responsibility for the arcade and parlor shop. So for two years (because Lizzie refused to live with two guys and got her own apartment downstairs), he and Mamoru lived together, alone without any parental supervision whatsoever.
Needless to say, it was the craziest times of their lives; they were so bad. Being the coolest kids in school, they somehow managed to become even cooler now that they actually had their own place and they would always throw huge parties in their penthouse suite on the weekends just because they could. Fortunately, they had no neighbors to complain about the passed out teenagers in the hallway, but they did get occasionally get reprimanded whenever the doorman found a puddle of vomit in the lobby. Luckily (and money helped), they were able to bribe people easily and so they never got in trouble. His parents never learned about their crazy habits and thank goodness too, because man did they do some reckless shit!
He finally broke out of his thoughts; his mind really had started to wander... Was he drunk already? He shook his head and stole a glance at Mamoru who was as silent as him; he was on his third drink and pensive. He couldn't help but wonder if Mamoru was still thinking about Usagi... and if he was more into her than he wanted to admit.
Walking in on Mamoru was by no means, shocking nor surprising. They'd walked in on each other so many times when they were living together that it had almost become a habit of theirs. They were mainly due to the fact that Motoki never locked his doors and Mamoru never knocked (and they both liked doing it at random places around the apartment), so they were beyond the point of being embarrassed with each other because it happened regularly for years.
But the difference between those other times and today, was that Usagi was the first girl Mamoru actually tried to cover. Of all the times of them being in the same exact situation, this was the first time that they'd both acted so radically different. Usually, if he had walked in on him with another girl, Mamoru would usually just continue whatever they were doing and ask him if he wanted in; they shared girls all the time.
Today though, all of that had been far from Motoki's mind; he been outright pissed at seeing Usagi where countless other girls had been before. For Mamoru, Usagi would just be added to the other long list of random bitches he'd fucked and that thought made him angry. (Mamoru only had one serious girlfriend in his life, Setsuna, and even then he hadn't known how to act!)
Besides, he found it highly unusual that Usagi caught his interest in the first place. In all the years that he's known Mamoru, he never started fooling around with a girl he already knew. It was usually the case that he only did chicks he'd just met; he said it was better because they had no 'shared history to get attached to'. Apparently Usagi was exempt from his rules...
He actually remembered clearly the day that they had all found out that they knew each other. It was about three years ago and it had only been about a week after Motoki had first met Usagi. He and Mamoru were talking casually at the counter, when the arcade doors opened and a new wave of kids straight out of school rushed in loudly. Mamoru complained about how kids these days were getting ruder and stupider and told him about some dumb kid he bumped into the other day that had gotten an 'incredibly pathetic' grade on her exam. He joked about how she got mad when he'd made fun of her and Motoki chided him for mocking random kids on the street, calling him a bully.
As fate would have it, Usagi had been part of the group of people that had come in and had at that moment walked over to clap him in the back with a friendly greeting. He turned to her about to introduce her to Mamoru, when she distastefully stared at him. At first, he had thought that perhaps she'd been a younger sister of a girl that Mamoru had left heartbroken and disliked Mamoru for what he'd done (he'd seen it many times before). And when Usagi suddenly accused him of being friends with a jerk, he assumed that he'd been right. But when Mamoru smirked, saying 'speak of the devil', he had gotten confused again.
Mamoru had said a 'kid'; he figured he'd meant like an eight or nine year old. He looked at Usagi; she may have been much younger than them, but she could hardly be considered a kid. Sure, in Mamoru's preferences she probably wasn't developed enough, but Motoki had a keen eye for seeing past her meager chest and slim hips to know that she would eventually grow into a supple young woman. And he had been right (he'd just seen the rack on her and it was beautiful...); Usagi was downright gorgeous now and it really hadn't taken much time at all... it was only a matter of time until Mamoru would notice too.
So yes, there had been hints that this fling between Usagi and Mamoru would happen, but he had just wanted to disregard them as paranoia. Unfortunately, his instincts had been right and now he wished that he hadn't made that prediction. It was one thing to know that they liked each other, but a completely other thing to see his two good friends screwing around with each other.
He was honestly surprised himself that he couldn't handle it; although Usagi and Mamoru sounded sweet on paper at first (aw... they like to fight with each other, that's so cute! It's like second grade all over again), it wasn't all that much of a good idea in reality. Usagi was a totally awesome girl and he didn't like the idea of Mamoru screwing around with her; he wasn't lying in the least when he said he wanted to save her from him. He had a feeling that this whole thing was going to end in flames. If only he could convince Mamoru to abandon pursuing Usagi.
"So what happened between you and Usagi?" he asked, taking a sip of his gin and tonic and waited.
"You know, just second base stuff," Mamoru said while he stared unfocused at the shot glass before him.
"So when exactly did you decide you wanted to fuck her?" he asked, trying to get to the bottom of this. Mamoru simply sighed.
"I don't want to talk about this," he concluded and Motoki reluctantly backed off. He'd come around eventually.
"Dammit, I've been looking for you guys!" someone interrupted them, taking a seat at the barstool next to him. He turned around to see Cassie; where had she come from?
She had walked in from behind them and he took a brief look around the bar as the room noticeably quieted; every male was keenly focused on her now. She was wearing a tight black dress with bright red pumps that made all eyes jump to her amazingly long legs; even Scarlett looked at her with envy. He always loved that about Cass, always dressed up and refusing to leave her house without bright lipstick and high heels.
Cass gave him her ultra-flirty pout and he looked down at her hand that was resting on his lap. He had to try really hard not to let his mind wander, but when she gave him an apologetic smile, he remembered that he was supposed be mad at her. She drew his keys out of her purse and handed them back to him with a guilty smile.
"Sorry I've kind of been hiding from you, but I just couldn't let them go," she said and he put them away in his pocket. As fine as she was, he was still angry with her for hiding out from him.
"Glad you finally came around," he said sarcastically, trying to not stare at her ruby lips.
"Well then why don't you look a little happier to see me?" she pouted teasingly, but he ignored her comment, looking away from her mouth.
"How did you find us here?" he dodged.
"Lizzie was on the register, she told me that you two had just left," she answered.
"We are going down to Shimoda tomorrow if you want to come," Mamoru invited her and in that moment, he felt like strangling him. It wasn't that he didn't like Cassie (because it was much more complicated than that); he just wasn't sure if he wanted to spend the day with her.
"Oooh! Your place? Sure, what time?" she asked while looking at her agenda on her phone.
"Arcade at ten." Mamoru said and they didn't even have to tell her to bring friends, cause she never went anywhere without her posse.
"Gotcha. Well, got to go, I'm double-parked. See ya tomorrow then." And she left without looking up from her phone.
He wanted to ask Mamoru why he asked her to come, but knew it probably was payback for all the shit he said about him and Usagi, so he let it go. A trip to the beach was supposed to be casual and fun, but now he wouldn't be able to relax. If Cass was there, he'd probably spend a lot more time trying to impress her than relax by the water. They had a long history and every time he and Cass spent time alone together, it tended to repeat itself.
Unlike Mamoru, who could forget about a girl's name the moment she walked out the door, Motoki's brain refused to do that with Cass. Cass was his number one go-to girl, but she was also as emotionally unattainable as any club-hopping bachelor. He really liked her and every time he was with her, he was reminded of how great she was: so much so that in time, he came to the conclusion that it was probably safest to just stay away from her if he didn't want to get too emotionally involved.
Although he would like to say that someday he and Cass could get together, he knew that it just wasn't realistic. They were both as afraid of commitments as one could be and so nothing between them could possibly be everlasting. His problem was that the more he saw her, the more he wanted her and every time they were together, he would imagine a time where they could actually stay together. So his plan was to just stay away from her, but incredibly, even that didn't always work out.
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*Motoki*
He looked at his watch impatiently. It was exactly 9:07pm and he was sitting on a bench waiting for Usagi. He knew that she probably didn't want to see or talk to him, but he just wanted to clear the air before tomorrow. With Cass in the picture, there was no way that he'd have time to talk to her tomorrow, so he needed to make sure that things were fine between them now.
He came to the place that she'd said to meet her before she'd cancelled on him and had been waiting for her for about fifteen minutes now. He hoped that she had stuck to her plans and still come running. He didn't want to have wasted his time by walking over here; he'd even wore his running sneakers just so that he could join her.
As he looked out into the reservoir, he finally understood why she and Mamoru and so many other people ran there every day: it really was a pretty sight. The water glowing in the moonlight was relaxing and crisp air smelled of the refreshing dew with every breeze. Too bad Usagi was late...
He looked at his watch again. If she didn't come by 9:15, he would definitely give up and go home; it was getting kind of chilly already and he was only in a t-shirt. Finally, he saw her running up the path toward him, headphones on with her mp3 clipped to her running bra.
He really couldn't believe her outfit actually; she was wearing some kind of black spandex like pants with a grey sports bra--and that was it! He wasn't the only one that noticed either, considering that there were a suspicious amount of lone male joggers trailing a safe distance behind her. Shouldn't she know better than to dress like that this late at night, especially since she was coming by herself?
Flagging her down, she slowed down when she noticed him, coming to a stop right by the bench he was sitting on. He could see from under the lamppost they were by that she was lightly gleaming with sweat and panting; she must have started her workout a little earlier than when she'd told him. She took her headphones out her ears and gave him a curious look.
"Hey..." she said, slightly winded, placing her arms behind her head so that she could breathe in deeper.
He smiled at her; damn her body was hot! And he thought that it was only her pretty titties, but apparently that's only where it started. Usagi was much more toned than he would have imagined and his eyes slowly started roving over her flat stomach and landing over her belly ring. He'd never known that she'd had that pierced. Those were so hot...
"I see you've started without me," he said as she drank from her water bottle.
"Actually... in case you didn't remember," she said with a smile. "I totally uninvited you." He laughed.
"About earlier," he started, but really didn't know what else to say. He didn't exactly want to apologize for what he'd seen because in no way did he actually regret seeing what he did... "I just don't want things to be awkward, you know." She nodded.
"But it is," she said, looking away from him and he felt slightly guilty.
"I'm sorry," he tried.
"That doesn't make me feel any less embarrassed Motoki," she said and he nodded, understanding what she'd meant, but couldn't offer up anything else more than that.
At that moment, a pair of joggers passing by started blatantly checking out Usagi without any shame whatsoever. He fixed them with a glare; did they have no respect at all? They saw that he was with her so why wouldn't they assume them a couple and not act like a bunch of jackasses? He wanted to wave his fists in the air and yell at them; they were lucky that Usagi wasn't his actual girlfriend!
"Don't worry," Usagi said, staring after the guys as they passed. "I know them," but that actually didn't make him feel any better. One of them was actually running backwards, still trying to stare at her and actually winked when she looked at them. Usagi rolled her eyes before facing him again. "They're from my school."
"Anyway," he scowled, trying to forget about the guys. "I'm sorry about everything. I'm not really mad at you, I guess I kind of overreacted." Usagi rolled her eyes at his comment and he wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad one.
"You're damn right Motoki! It's none of our business what I do!" (He couldn't help but notice that she sounded exactly like Mamoru). "You made me feel like I did something so wrong!" He grabbed a hold of her shoulders and shook her.
"You're making a huge mistake!" he said, hopefully to bring some sense into her. She stayed in his hold, but crossed her arms in front of her.
"I can do whatever I want!" she argued back and he let her go. "Why does it bother you so much, anyway?" she asked, stepping back from him with a hand on her hip.
He could tell that she was uncomfortable about what his answer would be and it made him angry at what she was accusing him of. Usagi was undoubtedly a very hot girl, but she'd be crazy in believing that he wanted her that way! How many times had she come on to him and he'd never returned the attention? Why would he all of a sudden want her after she was dealing with Mamoru? Seriously, she and Mamoru were on crack; Usagi was like his hot cousin. Pretty to look at, but never in his thoughts.
"Because I care about you," he said through clenched teeth. "I know Mamoru better than anyone and I know how this will all play out..." He looked at her seriously; he didn't want them to be mad at each other, they've been friends for a long time and this was a stupid thing to be arguing about. Besides, they had a great time together this morning; he didn't want the day to be ruined because of Mamoru of all people. "I don't want you to get hurt."
Usagi took a deep breath, letting out a huge sigh, before pouting up at him. She spread her arms around him in a hug and he hugged her back tightly. See, everything was going to be ok; he was glad that Usagi was such a reasonable person (for certain things).
"I think that you're kind of confused about what's actually going to happen," Usagi said slyly after she pulled away. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before she clarified. "I think that I know a little about Mamoru too, you know." He smiled, doubting that she did, but humored her anyway. "I can handle it."
"I hope so," he said. Usagi took a seat on the bench and he sat next to her. They stayed in silence for a little bit, enjoying each other's company while they watched the lake before them. "So," he started casually, "you excited to go to the beach tomorrow?" he said, trying to start some small talk.
"Yeah, I love the beach. I haven't had the chance to go this summer yet, so I'm glad we're going tomorrow," she answered with her eyes closed as she leaned against his shoulder. He placed his arm around her.
"So all of you are coming right?" he asked, making sure, because he and Mamoru had already told a whole bunch of people. If Usagi and her friends didn't come, they would have a disgustingly large sausage fest in their hands.
"Yeah, we're all going. I just wish it wasn't so early though..." she mumbled, the look on her face pretty much summing up how he felt about it too; he really needed the extra sleep too.
"Yeah, me too, but Mamoru loves doing things early. That weirdo has always been a morning person for some reason..." he joked and she smiled crookedly, enjoying their small Mamoru bashing. They were silent for a moment, before Usagi looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
"So what happened with you and Mina last night?" she asked. He'd forgotten all about her actually and was surprised that he even recognized her name. After he had danced with Mina, he had been with many other girls during the rest of the party. It had been a long night after all.
"Um, nothing," he said truthfully. "We just danced that one time. Didn't she tell you?"
"No, we didn't get to talk much today," she said trailing off. "Do you like her?" she asked with a look in her eye that he liked to stay away from. He hoped that she didn't get the idea to play matchmaker with him.
"She's hot..." he said awkwardly; he'd never really talked to girls about girls so saying this to Usagi was kind of weird. Besides, he was sure that whatever he said, she would probably tell Mina anyway. So he just played it safe and decided to change the subject to something that was far more interesting. "But more about you and Mamoru..." he said, staring at her sideways. Usagi shook her head lightly, but divulged him with a smile.
"I'm sure that he's told you everything already," she said with a stain to her cheeks, but he shook his head.
"He didn't tell me anything actually," he said and she looked skeptical. He gave her a moment to compose her thoughts before nudging her again when she didn't answer him.
"Nothing's really going on..." she denied with a small shrug. "I mean, what you saw, is just what it is..." She stared out into the lake. "I like him," she admitted softly with a shrug and he wasn't sure what to say about her confession, so he stayed silent. What he wanted to say was that she needed to run; run fast and away from Mamoru... he wasn't the right guy for her, he didn't deserve her. But he didn't, instead he just listened to her. "But I don't take him seriously. He's not the type of guy you could take seriously."
He couldn't believe just how relieved he was at hearing those words come from her mouth; he was so glad that she understood what she was getting herself into. Mamoru was a player and considering their last conversation together, he wasn't taking Usagi seriously either.
"I just wanna have fun..." she said finally with a shrug and he knew why her blush was so deep. He'd already caught Usagi and Mamoru 'having fun'. Pretty much she just didn't want to say the words 'hook up', which was what it was starting to smell like to him.
Apparently they both had the same idea that this was going to be a very temporary thing and thankfully, because he had honestly been worried. If it was true that Usagi really did want the same thing as Mamoru, then there would be no reason for him to butt in--because as long and they were both on the same page, Usagi couldn't get hurt. As long as Usagi and Mamoru wanted the same thing, Motoki wouldn't have to murder him.
"So it's not this silly little thing called 'love', right?" Motoki asked just to make sure and Usagi giggled into his arm as if he'd just said the funniest joke.
"Oh please, Motoki-san! Gimme a break!" Usagi laughed. "I'm only going along for the ride..." she smirked and he chuckled, fixing her a knowing sideways glance. "Metaphorically speaking, of course," she added, looking up at him with a playful grin.
"Of course," he replied.
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Seven Days
Chapter 7
How much do you know?
*Mamoru*
After Usagi had left, Motoki had wordlessly led him into his office and shut the door behind them. The air in the room was kind of tense and he realized that he was a bit nervous about talking to Motoki about what had happened. What if his guess was right about him liking Usagi? Would Motoki forgive him? Motoki sat on his huge leather seat behind his desk and stared at him expectantly, but he refused to sit down in front of him; he already felt like an employee about to get fired.
"Explain yourself," Motoki said grinning, trying to relieve the tension.
"Are you serious?" He was annoyed that Motoki felt the need to have to talk about it.
"Why didn't you tell me you guys have been fooling around?"
"She was here this morning so I couldn't tell you anything." Motoki's eyes widened at his confession, already jumping to conclusions about what happened yesterday.
"What?! Don't tell me you fucked her last night?" he asked outraged. He shook his head awkwardly.
"I didn't," he said slowly, but Motoki pressed on.
"What then? She blew you?!" Motoki asked in disbelief. He sighed.
"No. It didn't go that far," he said uncomfortably. "At all."
Motoki nodded once pensively, trying to figure out for himself what exactly had happened, but didn't ask him anything further. Mamoru crossed his arms defensively, wondering what all the fuss was about. Motoki wasn't letting on exactly what was his issue with fooling around with Usagi. If he liked her, then he should just spit it out already. He would just apologize and move on already... all he had to do was say so.
"This is probably the stupidest thing you've ever done," Motoki sighed. "You're going to ruin our relationships."
"Are you saying we can't be friends anymore?" he asked him sarcastically. Motoki couldn't be stupid enough to let a girl come in between them.
"I don't mean us, idiot," Motoki drawled. "I mean with her." He took a deep breath and then finally released what he'd wanted to say all along. "I mean I know you've always liked her, but dammit, you're not supposed to chase after her!" Now he was more confused than ever.
"What?" he asked dumbly; he was lost.
"Oh don't give me that look! You know I'm right. You've liked her for a while now. But what the hell, she's too young for you! There are a million other girls out there; why you have to start fooling around with Usagi?" Motoki asked annoyed and he finally realized what was going on... He had been right; Motoki wanted her for himself.
"Well, if you really wanted her, then why haven't you done anything these last couple of years she's been hitting on you? And might I add, we're the same age, so fuck you! You can't have her either then!" he said angrily and Motoki looked at him like he was stupid, which made him even angrier.
"What the hell are you talking about? I DON'T WANT HER, you fucking moron!" Motoki yelled back.
"Then WHAT are you complaining about?" he demanded. If Motoki didn't like Usagi, then there wasn't really a reason for him to be mad. And what the hell was Motoki treating him like a little kid for? He was an adult and fully able to make decisions for himself; if he wanted to fool around with Usagi, then it was none of his damn business.
He took a deep breath, trying quickly to let go of his anger. He and Motoki were like brothers and confrontations like this (however rare) occurred. When they did, they were odd events and usually resulted in a brief argument, but always led to a civil settlement in the end.
"I'm NOT complaining! I'm just saying!" Motoki sighed. "I don't think that it's a good idea of you to get involved with her. That's all."
"Why?" he asked dryly, waiting for him to elaborate; Motoki needed to give him a damn good reason because he was really bad at listening to advice.
"It's not obvious?" Motoki asked sarcastically and Mamoru finally took a seat. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long pep talk... "You're an asshole," Motoki started with obvious logic that not even he could dispute. He simply nodded; he wasn't really offended. If anyone knew that statement to be true, it was definitely Motoki. "Not only do we both know how it's going to end, but there are so many other girls out there. Why Usagi? I just really want to try to save her from you!" Motoki finished with a defeated sigh.
"Well it's none of your business anyway," he scoffed and Motoki glared at him.
"Just what exactly do you plan to do with her?" Motoki asked reluctantly; a worried look on his face because he already knew the answer.
"You already know," he smirked and Motoki looked like he wanted to punch him when he answered. He was taken aback; was he seriously trying to protect Usagi that much? "Relax; it's not like I'm not going to abuse her!"
"You're not going to date her or anything you're just going to fuck her and that's it?" Motoki asked tightly, his glare very accusing. He reluctantly nodded; that was pretty much a rough summary, but yeah, he got all the main points in there.
"I don't think she really cares anyway," he defended himself, although he really had no idea if it was true or not. "Didn't you see how embarrassed she was a getting caught? She'd rather die than admit that she likes me," he reasoned and Motoki hesitantly shrugged in agreement.
"Yeah, but still..." Motoki looked at him pleadingly. "Don't screw this up. Because I just have this feeling that after you've had your fun with her--which will probably be over by the end of the week--she's not going to be talking to either one of us. If that happens, then I'm blaming you," Motoki warned. After a moment, he continued. "How much do you like her anyway?"
"She's hot," he dodged easily.
"I know that," Motoki deadpanned. "But why Usagi?" he pressed.
"Trust me; it's purely physical," he muttered and even as he said it, he knew that it was only half true. She did have some redeeming qualities, but he just didn't want to think about them at the moment; it just made everything easier to deal with this way.
Plus the fact that he'd only just realized his attraction less than 24 hours ago, made him want to acknowledge even less his possible feelings for her. Whatever he was feeling could probably be completely temporary for all he knew... he didn't need to jump on the bandwagon and start proclaiming about emotions that he knew nothing about...
Motoki looked at him skeptically; seeing right through the superficial faade, but like the good friend that he was, he didn't say anything else about it. He hadn't meant to lie to him, but he was a reserved kind of guy. He never admitted to anything really deep, least of all not until he was one hundred percent sure of it himself. He'd probably talk to him about this stuff another time, once he completely figured things out about his status with Usagi.
"I think you and me both need a drink," Motoki finally suggested, getting up from his seat. Mamoru sighed deep in relief, following Motoki out the door. He couldn't agree more.
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*Motoki*
When they both arrived at the bar, they sat down on the stools and waited for their sexy bartender, Scarlet, to show up. He loved this place for many reasons; the quiet ambiance and good selection of beer, but he had to admit that Scarlet was his favorite part. She was always wearing the skimpiest things, flirting with all the guys at the bar for tips. When she reached them, she didn't disappoint. She gave him and Mamoru flirtatious smiles before asking for their drinks, even though they were regulars and she knew their orders by heart. They both got their usual and sat in silence until their drinks arrived.
He knew that Mamoru was contemplating whether or not to talk to him further about Usagi, but he also knew better than to try to pry information out of him. Things like that just didn't work with Mamoru; it only served to push him away further and that was something that he always avoided doing. They were friends for way too long and didn't need to get into arguments over petty things; he was sure Mamoru would tell him when he was ready.
Mamoru and him had been friends for over ten years now, since they were both eleven, and had grown up from then on practically inseparable. They met by the orphanage that Mamoru grew up in; it was only a few minutes away from where Motoki and his parents had lived at the time. One day, he stumbled upon Mamoru's class at the park and they both happened to have Transformers t-shirts on, except that he had on his Megatron while Mamoru was wearing Optimus Prime. So they (like the little kids that they were) got into a debate about which one was better and strangely enough, that was the very beginning of their bromance.
Eventually he learned Mamoru's school recess schedule and started begging his parents to take him to the park at the same time. After a couple of months of the same rendezvous, his parents started asking for permission to take Mamoru out on the weekends. His parents grew so fond of Mamoru (he was incredibly well mannered and cultured due to the fact that the orphanage was really like an etiquette school for boys), that when he finally turned twelve, they decided to foster him. It was a huge decision, but his parents were so attached to Mamoru that he was practically already part of the family. Motoki was thrilled of course; he'd always wanted a brother and Mamoru was his best friend in the world. Except for the fact that Mamoru never called his parents 'mom' or 'dad', he still always treated them with respect and they lived as happy as any typical family.
He and Mamoru started the same middle school that year and later on went to the same high school together as well. He remembered those years like it was yesterday; they had so much fun back then. He remembered clearly the year that Mamoru had turned sixteen; it was the year when he was finally able to tap into (a small portion) his trust fund that his parents had left him. Mamoru had brought everything in sight and for about a whole six months he went on crazy splurges; there was nothing that he denied himself. Of course he eventually learned that he couldn't get his full inheritance until he was eighteen, but that hadn't stopped him in the least. Thankfully, after he had gotten all that he needed to feel satisfied, he had actually very wisely conserved some of his money and made it last for the two remaining years (all while still managing to be the flashiest kid in school with the freshest car).
The best time was when a couple of months before he turned seventeen, his parents decided to move to France to try their luck in the more upscale restaurant scene. He refused to move away because that would mean that he had to leave Mamoru (since he wasn't adopted, he couldn't leave Japan) and besides, he didn't want to live in a foreign country, in a completely different culture. So he convinced his parents to let him stay (and his sister too, Lizzie, who didn't want to move either), and they agreed on the terms that they could only stay if they both took complete responsibility for the arcade and parlor shop. So for two years (because Lizzie refused to live with two guys and got her own apartment downstairs), he and Mamoru lived together, alone without any parental supervision whatsoever.
Needless to say, it was the craziest times of their lives; they were so bad. Being the coolest kids in school, they somehow managed to become even cooler now that they actually had their own place and they would always throw huge parties in their penthouse suite on the weekends just because they could. Fortunately, they had no neighbors to complain about the passed out teenagers in the hallway, but they did get occasionally get reprimanded whenever the doorman found a puddle of vomit in the lobby. Luckily (and money helped), they were able to bribe people easily and so they never got in trouble. His parents never learned about their crazy habits and thank goodness too, because man did they do some reckless shit!
He finally broke out of his thoughts; his mind really had started to wander... Was he drunk already? He shook his head and stole a glance at Mamoru who was as silent as him; he was on his third drink and pensive. He couldn't help but wonder if Mamoru was still thinking about Usagi... and if he was more into her than he wanted to admit.
Walking in on Mamoru was by no means, shocking nor surprising. They'd walked in on each other so many times when they were living together that it had almost become a habit of theirs. They were mainly due to the fact that Motoki never locked his doors and Mamoru never knocked (and they both liked doing it at random places around the apartment), so they were beyond the point of being embarrassed with each other because it happened regularly for years.
But the difference between those other times and today, was that Usagi was the first girl Mamoru actually tried to cover. Of all the times of them being in the same exact situation, this was the first time that they'd both acted so radically different. Usually, if he had walked in on him with another girl, Mamoru would usually just continue whatever they were doing and ask him if he wanted in; they shared girls all the time.
Today though, all of that had been far from Motoki's mind; he been outright pissed at seeing Usagi where countless other girls had been before. For Mamoru, Usagi would just be added to the other long list of random bitches he'd fucked and that thought made him angry. (Mamoru only had one serious girlfriend in his life, Setsuna, and even then he hadn't known how to act!)
Besides, he found it highly unusual that Usagi caught his interest in the first place. In all the years that he's known Mamoru, he never started fooling around with a girl he already knew. It was usually the case that he only did chicks he'd just met; he said it was better because they had no 'shared history to get attached to'. Apparently Usagi was exempt from his rules...
He actually remembered clearly the day that they had all found out that they knew each other. It was about three years ago and it had only been about a week after Motoki had first met Usagi. He and Mamoru were talking casually at the counter, when the arcade doors opened and a new wave of kids straight out of school rushed in loudly. Mamoru complained about how kids these days were getting ruder and stupider and told him about some dumb kid he bumped into the other day that had gotten an 'incredibly pathetic' grade on her exam. He joked about how she got mad when he'd made fun of her and Motoki chided him for mocking random kids on the street, calling him a bully.
As fate would have it, Usagi had been part of the group of people that had come in and had at that moment walked over to clap him in the back with a friendly greeting. He turned to her about to introduce her to Mamoru, when she distastefully stared at him. At first, he had thought that perhaps she'd been a younger sister of a girl that Mamoru had left heartbroken and disliked Mamoru for what he'd done (he'd seen it many times before). And when Usagi suddenly accused him of being friends with a jerk, he assumed that he'd been right. But when Mamoru smirked, saying 'speak of the devil', he had gotten confused again.
Mamoru had said a 'kid'; he figured he'd meant like an eight or nine year old. He looked at Usagi; she may have been much younger than them, but she could hardly be considered a kid. Sure, in Mamoru's preferences she probably wasn't developed enough, but Motoki had a keen eye for seeing past her meager chest and slim hips to know that she would eventually grow into a supple young woman. And he had been right (he'd just seen the rack on her and it was beautiful...); Usagi was downright gorgeous now and it really hadn't taken much time at all... it was only a matter of time until Mamoru would notice too.
So yes, there had been hints that this fling between Usagi and Mamoru would happen, but he had just wanted to disregard them as paranoia. Unfortunately, his instincts had been right and now he wished that he hadn't made that prediction. It was one thing to know that they liked each other, but a completely other thing to see his two good friends screwing around with each other.
He was honestly surprised himself that he couldn't handle it; although Usagi and Mamoru sounded sweet on paper at first (aw... they like to fight with each other, that's so cute! It's like second grade all over again), it wasn't all that much of a good idea in reality. Usagi was a totally awesome girl and he didn't like the idea of Mamoru screwing around with her; he wasn't lying in the least when he said he wanted to save her from him. He had a feeling that this whole thing was going to end in flames. If only he could convince Mamoru to abandon pursuing Usagi.
"So what happened between you and Usagi?" he asked, taking a sip of his gin and tonic and waited.
"You know, just second base stuff," Mamoru said while he stared unfocused at the shot glass before him.
"So when exactly did you decide you wanted to fuck her?" he asked, trying to get to the bottom of this. Mamoru simply sighed.
"I don't want to talk about this," he concluded and Motoki reluctantly backed off. He'd come around eventually.
"Dammit, I've been looking for you guys!" someone interrupted them, taking a seat at the barstool next to him. He turned around to see Cassie; where had she come from?
She had walked in from behind them and he took a brief look around the bar as the room noticeably quieted; every male was keenly focused on her now. She was wearing a tight black dress with bright red pumps that made all eyes jump to her amazingly long legs; even Scarlett looked at her with envy. He always loved that about Cass, always dressed up and refusing to leave her house without bright lipstick and high heels.
Cass gave him her ultra-flirty pout and he looked down at her hand that was resting on his lap. He had to try really hard not to let his mind wander, but when she gave him an apologetic smile, he remembered that he was supposed be mad at her. She drew his keys out of her purse and handed them back to him with a guilty smile.
"Sorry I've kind of been hiding from you, but I just couldn't let them go," she said and he put them away in his pocket. As fine as she was, he was still angry with her for hiding out from him.
"Glad you finally came around," he said sarcastically, trying to not stare at her ruby lips.
"Well then why don't you look a little happier to see me?" she pouted teasingly, but he ignored her comment, looking away from her mouth.
"How did you find us here?" he dodged.
"Lizzie was on the register, she told me that you two had just left," she answered.
"We are going down to Shimoda tomorrow if you want to come," Mamoru invited her and in that moment, he felt like strangling him. It wasn't that he didn't like Cassie (because it was much more complicated than that); he just wasn't sure if he wanted to spend the day with her.
"Oooh! Your place? Sure, what time?" she asked while looking at her agenda on her phone.
"Arcade at ten." Mamoru said and they didn't even have to tell her to bring friends, cause she never went anywhere without her posse.
"Gotcha. Well, got to go, I'm double-parked. See ya tomorrow then." And she left without looking up from her phone.
He wanted to ask Mamoru why he asked her to come, but knew it probably was payback for all the shit he said about him and Usagi, so he let it go. A trip to the beach was supposed to be casual and fun, but now he wouldn't be able to relax. If Cass was there, he'd probably spend a lot more time trying to impress her than relax by the water. They had a long history and every time he and Cass spent time alone together, it tended to repeat itself.
Unlike Mamoru, who could forget about a girl's name the moment she walked out the door, Motoki's brain refused to do that with Cass. Cass was his number one go-to girl, but she was also as emotionally unattainable as any club-hopping bachelor. He really liked her and every time he was with her, he was reminded of how great she was: so much so that in time, he came to the conclusion that it was probably safest to just stay away from her if he didn't want to get too emotionally involved.
Although he would like to say that someday he and Cass could get together, he knew that it just wasn't realistic. They were both as afraid of commitments as one could be and so nothing between them could possibly be everlasting. His problem was that the more he saw her, the more he wanted her and every time they were together, he would imagine a time where they could actually stay together. So his plan was to just stay away from her, but incredibly, even that didn't always work out.
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*Motoki*
He looked at his watch impatiently. It was exactly 9:07pm and he was sitting on a bench waiting for Usagi. He knew that she probably didn't want to see or talk to him, but he just wanted to clear the air before tomorrow. With Cass in the picture, there was no way that he'd have time to talk to her tomorrow, so he needed to make sure that things were fine between them now.
He came to the place that she'd said to meet her before she'd cancelled on him and had been waiting for her for about fifteen minutes now. He hoped that she had stuck to her plans and still come running. He didn't want to have wasted his time by walking over here; he'd even wore his running sneakers just so that he could join her.
As he looked out into the reservoir, he finally understood why she and Mamoru and so many other people ran there every day: it really was a pretty sight. The water glowing in the moonlight was relaxing and crisp air smelled of the refreshing dew with every breeze. Too bad Usagi was late...
He looked at his watch again. If she didn't come by 9:15, he would definitely give up and go home; it was getting kind of chilly already and he was only in a t-shirt. Finally, he saw her running up the path toward him, headphones on with her mp3 clipped to her running bra.
He really couldn't believe her outfit actually; she was wearing some kind of black spandex like pants with a grey sports bra--and that was it! He wasn't the only one that noticed either, considering that there were a suspicious amount of lone male joggers trailing a safe distance behind her. Shouldn't she know better than to dress like that this late at night, especially since she was coming by herself?
Flagging her down, she slowed down when she noticed him, coming to a stop right by the bench he was sitting on. He could see from under the lamppost they were by that she was lightly gleaming with sweat and panting; she must have started her workout a little earlier than when she'd told him. She took her headphones out her ears and gave him a curious look.
"Hey..." she said, slightly winded, placing her arms behind her head so that she could breathe in deeper.
He smiled at her; damn her body was hot! And he thought that it was only her pretty titties, but apparently that's only where it started. Usagi was much more toned than he would have imagined and his eyes slowly started roving over her flat stomach and landing over her belly ring. He'd never known that she'd had that pierced. Those were so hot...
"I see you've started without me," he said as she drank from her water bottle.
"Actually... in case you didn't remember," she said with a smile. "I totally uninvited you." He laughed.
"About earlier," he started, but really didn't know what else to say. He didn't exactly want to apologize for what he'd seen because in no way did he actually regret seeing what he did... "I just don't want things to be awkward, you know." She nodded.
"But it is," she said, looking away from him and he felt slightly guilty.
"I'm sorry," he tried.
"That doesn't make me feel any less embarrassed Motoki," she said and he nodded, understanding what she'd meant, but couldn't offer up anything else more than that.
At that moment, a pair of joggers passing by started blatantly checking out Usagi without any shame whatsoever. He fixed them with a glare; did they have no respect at all? They saw that he was with her so why wouldn't they assume them a couple and not act like a bunch of jackasses? He wanted to wave his fists in the air and yell at them; they were lucky that Usagi wasn't his actual girlfriend!
"Don't worry," Usagi said, staring after the guys as they passed. "I know them," but that actually didn't make him feel any better. One of them was actually running backwards, still trying to stare at her and actually winked when she looked at them. Usagi rolled her eyes before facing him again. "They're from my school."
"Anyway," he scowled, trying to forget about the guys. "I'm sorry about everything. I'm not really mad at you, I guess I kind of overreacted." Usagi rolled her eyes at his comment and he wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad one.
"You're damn right Motoki! It's none of our business what I do!" (He couldn't help but notice that she sounded exactly like Mamoru). "You made me feel like I did something so wrong!" He grabbed a hold of her shoulders and shook her.
"You're making a huge mistake!" he said, hopefully to bring some sense into her. She stayed in his hold, but crossed her arms in front of her.
"I can do whatever I want!" she argued back and he let her go. "Why does it bother you so much, anyway?" she asked, stepping back from him with a hand on her hip.
He could tell that she was uncomfortable about what his answer would be and it made him angry at what she was accusing him of. Usagi was undoubtedly a very hot girl, but she'd be crazy in believing that he wanted her that way! How many times had she come on to him and he'd never returned the attention? Why would he all of a sudden want her after she was dealing with Mamoru? Seriously, she and Mamoru were on crack; Usagi was like his hot cousin. Pretty to look at, but never in his thoughts.
"Because I care about you," he said through clenched teeth. "I know Mamoru better than anyone and I know how this will all play out..." He looked at her seriously; he didn't want them to be mad at each other, they've been friends for a long time and this was a stupid thing to be arguing about. Besides, they had a great time together this morning; he didn't want the day to be ruined because of Mamoru of all people. "I don't want you to get hurt."
Usagi took a deep breath, letting out a huge sigh, before pouting up at him. She spread her arms around him in a hug and he hugged her back tightly. See, everything was going to be ok; he was glad that Usagi was such a reasonable person (for certain things).
"I think that you're kind of confused about what's actually going to happen," Usagi said slyly after she pulled away. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before she clarified. "I think that I know a little about Mamoru too, you know." He smiled, doubting that she did, but humored her anyway. "I can handle it."
"I hope so," he said. Usagi took a seat on the bench and he sat next to her. They stayed in silence for a little bit, enjoying each other's company while they watched the lake before them. "So," he started casually, "you excited to go to the beach tomorrow?" he said, trying to start some small talk.
"Yeah, I love the beach. I haven't had the chance to go this summer yet, so I'm glad we're going tomorrow," she answered with her eyes closed as she leaned against his shoulder. He placed his arm around her.
"So all of you are coming right?" he asked, making sure, because he and Mamoru had already told a whole bunch of people. If Usagi and her friends didn't come, they would have a disgustingly large sausage fest in their hands.
"Yeah, we're all going. I just wish it wasn't so early though..." she mumbled, the look on her face pretty much summing up how he felt about it too; he really needed the extra sleep too.
"Yeah, me too, but Mamoru loves doing things early. That weirdo has always been a morning person for some reason..." he joked and she smiled crookedly, enjoying their small Mamoru bashing. They were silent for a moment, before Usagi looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
"So what happened with you and Mina last night?" she asked. He'd forgotten all about her actually and was surprised that he even recognized her name. After he had danced with Mina, he had been with many other girls during the rest of the party. It had been a long night after all.
"Um, nothing," he said truthfully. "We just danced that one time. Didn't she tell you?"
"No, we didn't get to talk much today," she said trailing off. "Do you like her?" she asked with a look in her eye that he liked to stay away from. He hoped that she didn't get the idea to play matchmaker with him.
"She's hot..." he said awkwardly; he'd never really talked to girls about girls so saying this to Usagi was kind of weird. Besides, he was sure that whatever he said, she would probably tell Mina anyway. So he just played it safe and decided to change the subject to something that was far more interesting. "But more about you and Mamoru..." he said, staring at her sideways. Usagi shook her head lightly, but divulged him with a smile.
"I'm sure that he's told you everything already," she said with a stain to her cheeks, but he shook his head.
"He didn't tell me anything actually," he said and she looked skeptical. He gave her a moment to compose her thoughts before nudging her again when she didn't answer him.
"Nothing's really going on..." she denied with a small shrug. "I mean, what you saw, is just what it is..." She stared out into the lake. "I like him," she admitted softly with a shrug and he wasn't sure what to say about her confession, so he stayed silent. What he wanted to say was that she needed to run; run fast and away from Mamoru... he wasn't the right guy for her, he didn't deserve her. But he didn't, instead he just listened to her. "But I don't take him seriously. He's not the type of guy you could take seriously."
He couldn't believe just how relieved he was at hearing those words come from her mouth; he was so glad that she understood what she was getting herself into. Mamoru was a player and considering their last conversation together, he wasn't taking Usagi seriously either.
"I just wanna have fun..." she said finally with a shrug and he knew why her blush was so deep. He'd already caught Usagi and Mamoru 'having fun'. Pretty much she just didn't want to say the words 'hook up', which was what it was starting to smell like to him.
Apparently they both had the same idea that this was going to be a very temporary thing and thankfully, because he had honestly been worried. If it was true that Usagi really did want the same thing as Mamoru, then there would be no reason for him to butt in--because as long and they were both on the same page, Usagi couldn't get hurt. As long as Usagi and Mamoru wanted the same thing, Motoki wouldn't have to murder him.
"So it's not this silly little thing called 'love', right?" Motoki asked just to make sure and Usagi giggled into his arm as if he'd just said the funniest joke.
"Oh please, Motoki-san! Gimme a break!" Usagi laughed. "I'm only going along for the ride..." she smirked and he chuckled, fixing her a knowing sideways glance. "Metaphorically speaking, of course," she added, looking up at him with a playful grin.
"Of course," he replied.
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