MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; name="slide3.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="slide3.txt" Kurisutaru kurisutaru_faithful@lunap.com Off Again... Chapter 2/? Disclaimer: lalala...you know the drill, now on to the dance *dah dum dee.....* You are recommended to read the first part, Slide WAHHH So little feedback for the first chapter...sniffles.....no one wants to read?!! wahhh... HMPH...neways :P got this all out in one day...YIPPIE I'm inspired with insanity again!!.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poor Mamoru, he had little time to ponder his bewildered thoughts for Usagi had stumbled into his office for a final cry of help. "Chiba-san, I was wondering some details of this project, I wasn't quite informed about." She would have babbled on, but the man simple looked at her so strangely that she decided to cut herself short of excuses. Mamoru just stared at the gorgeous angel, gawked you could say, but we both know that he wouldn't do that now would he? Swallowing hard to suppress his overactive imagination and urge, Mamoru scrambled through the mountainous stacks of paper piled in front of him. Curious at how all those papers had gotten there he pushed aside what was deemed useless at the time, stock quotes, upcoming paychecks, contracts... Most definitely nothing of importance, and found the single coffee stained napkin he had scribbled his notes onto and waved it under her nose. Usagi was alarmed at this very psychotic, very strange man but she merely just grabbed the paper, muttered a thanks, dashing out the door before he had a chance to try something ridiculous, like kiss her. AGAIN. She blushed hard and ran to her desk hiding her shamed face behind a seventeen-inch computer screen. She pondered if she would always find the weird ones to feel this strange and compelling feeling to be with them. She smacked herself on the head, what was she thinking, a feeling to be by them?! She shook her head in denial and continued to immerse herself in her work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Motoki, prying into Mamoru's personal life, or the obvious lack of, watched the commotion brought about by this petite young woman. He merely grinned to himself, of all the irony in this world... Mamoru had always had the best women, beautiful, intelligent, kind, famous, overall women he personally would not mind having, fawning over him. These women wanted him like no other, yet he is attracted to the one, strange, bunny-like woman. The type of woman that is hot tempered, on the young side, cute, and somewhat insane. Yes sirrie, insane, from what he can tell. Heck, she makes HIM insane, which makes her absolutely just for him. Motoki glanced back and forth among the two, each desperately holding up protective shields, unfortunately for them, the thread of fate pulls much harder. Motoki covered his mouth, his face bleeding red. He removed his hand from his mouth, for a moment he was about to send out a diabolical deep laugh. Irony certainly is too much fun to watch, he started to type furiously to make up for his daydreaming/stalking/whatever unnecessary thing he was doing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Usagi sneezed hard. She looked about the room as if she had just been watched, talked about, but quickly dismissed herself when she found the room in a work-like trance that consisted of clicking keyboards, office telephone rings, and mummers of the lastest contracts. Taking in a breath, Usagi worked with the priority of what children needed in the center however every time she attempted to gather statistics and knowledge, it came back down to, what the man in charge wanted. Gritting her teeth she made a decision for the children, and she needed his opinion, it was only inevitable that she had to interact with her psychopathic Employer. Why HIS opinion you ask? Usagi had looked over the many details, and pieced together a child once in need, yes perhaps, Mamoru. The details were specific, and accurate with the descriptions of Usagi's research. Resisting the urge to scream out, Usagi breathed deeply in and out hoping very much that her face wasn't pinkish. Grabbing her portfolio of ideas and concepts compiled from the past 5 hours she marched right up to his office again and knocked solidly twice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A pair of cold, cool blue eyes darted in the direction of the door, the eyes starred at the door intensively, and voice was reminded to speak. "Come in." It creaked. The eyes somewhat popped and ever so wanted to smack voice for its horrible performance, for goodness sakes, it creaked! However there was no time to discipline for the one object that caused the eyes and other to fall into chaos waltzed into the room. "Chiba-san." It greeted. The pair of eyes was no longer in logic's control. They wandered over the object, fascinated. "AHEM" the object attempted to collect attention once again. The eyes snapped back, cold and cool. "Usagi-san, how lovely to see you." Usagi was tempted to glare at him, but knowing all to well, it was fruitfulness. Sighing she continued. "I believe we need to schedule a meeting to further discuss your intentions for this project. You seem to have experience in this particular project, am I not correct?" Mamoru froze for a moment, but certainly long enough for Usagi to catch the slice of emotion. Her assumptions were correct, he had faced his own conquest. Usagi suddenly felt the need to comfort him, but quickly shook it off as he made a signal to answer. "Yes, Usagi-san, you are correct." He answered softly, most unlike this barbaric CEO. She smiled a little, just to ease the small tension created. "So, when shall we have this meeting? As soon as possible is best." Mamoru grinned gold. Opportunity had struck. "How about we talk it over dinner, since we both obviously missed lunch." Usagi was startled, she glanced quickly to her watch and realized that she had been researching for over nine hours with no more than a coffee as a break. But dinner with HIM?! That was too much for her system. "Chiba-san..." *GROWL went the tummy* But the stomach obviously did not care. "Shall we then?" He smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At the time, Motoki was the only one left in the office. He was actually rather peeved that Mamoru left him alone, at the office. He would at least ask if he would like something, but obviously Mamoru was occupied, trying not to trip on his excitement. Motoki stretched and continued typing, he was happy for Mamoru. Finally, other company than himself. Rather relieved at the idea actually, it was better than his fear of Mamoru holding an unspoken attraction to him. Motoki laughed hard and quickly knocked on wood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mamoru practically danced to his vehicle, he smiled like a boy on Christmas morning and his eyes sparkled dangerously. "This way, this way." He said, or pretty much sung. Usagi smiled and followed Mamoru to the same car he camped at her apartment with. They got in and sat themselves down, Mamoru reached over Usagi and grabbed her seatbelt for her, closing the distance between them. Suddenly everything was light and warm, he was very close. Mamoru noticed as well and frozen in his current position, his eyes darted back and forth from hers wanting more than just a look. Usagi was unable to look away from the childish eyes, drawn to them afraid to move of speak in fear he would try something crazy. Mamoru wanted so much to touch her face, and push away the unbelievably annoying strand of hair that fell over her eyes and tickled her nose. However the strand of hair annoyed Usagi as well, soon her nose protested violently with a sneeze. *AAAHCHOOOOO* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Two sat in silence as Mamoru drove with one hand, and wipe his face with a napkin in the other. She sneezed in his FACE! With every wipe of the napkin, the more agitated he became. Unknowingly he made cute annoyed faces that caused Usagi to burst out into giggles. The cold, cool, and now, dark eyes turned away from the road and to her. "What, may I ask is so funny?" She glanced at him, and started to giggle harder. The pair of eyes narrowed, and an evil grin spread across his face. His hand dropped his napkin into a cup holder. "So you think this is funny ne? Would it be so funny, after I..." "You what?" She countered quickly, still barely able to control her laughter. "After, I kiss you!" And with that, he darted for her, caught off guard Usagi's lips were captured by his own. All control lost and held in the moment they're lips melded together unable to pull apart. Just as Usagi gave in wrapping an arm around his neck. Mamoru's very nice expensive car slammed into a pole. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With cuts and scraps, the two glared at each other at a local hospital. "You should have kept your eyes on the road." Usagi commented. Mamoru glared, "Well you shouldn't have tempted me!" "Tempted you?! I did no such thing." Usagi countered. "You tempted me, and lured me into kissing you and loosing control. That's what you did!" Usagi just raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I'm not even going to try to argue with you." With that her high heels clicked away on the tiled floors of the hospital to a location without, the lunatic of a person, and called Minako to pick her up. The phone rung a few times and a cheery voice answered, "Moshi Moshi!" Usagi sighed with relieve that Minako was home, "Minako-chan, can you do me a favor and pick me up at the Crossroad District Hospital?" "Usagi-chan? What happened?" "It's a long story. Can you please hurry?" "Yes yes, I will be right on my way." With that, Minako hung up and rushed over. Meanwhile, Mamoru also grabbed his phone and called Motoki. After a lengthy explanation, and a harsh laugh from Motoki, Motoki was on his way to pick him up. After ending the call, Mamoru sighed and felt his throbbing head. But his head couldn't compare to the sweet lingering feeling of Usagi's warm lips across his own. He promised himself he would never let control slip. However, since their first kiss, which he vowed to let slide, didn't. Only control slid, he shook his head, had he lost it completely? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Usagi began to wander back to the entrance where Mamoru was sitting. Mamoru, what was she going to do about him? One kiss, was alright, rule is, you can let one insane kiss slide. But the it was two, two kisses, now THREE, what do you do with that? Sighing immensely Usagi decided, that, in fact all three kisses were....were.....CONSEQUENCE! She couldn't do anything about it, after he did initiated all three kisses, so what was her worry...Usagi laughed hard, it wasn't like she was falling for him... Usagi laughed even harder as she reached a bewildered Mamoru and sat down. Falling for a psychopathic, insane, strangely sweet, handsome guy... Now isn't that hilarious?! Usagi cracked up some more, as Mamoru looked on worried... "Usagi-san?" He questioned with his blue eyes. Usagi faced him and looked carefully into his beautiful ocean blue eyes. Usagi's laughter faded, still starring. Suddenly she scream out rather loudly, "SH*T" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MWHAHAHAHA...well well well?!?!