What Men Want by Lady Aisheteru Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com Website: http://www.oocities.org/anniemaniac_99/index.html Lady Aisheteru: After seeing "What Women Want," by Mel Gibson, I thought this would be an interesting idea for a fic.  What if we could hear what men were thinking?  Would we really want to know? Standard disclaimers go here. ~*~ around a person's name denotes point of view.  For example, ~*~Mamoru~*~ denotes Mamoru's POV. ' ' denotes thought.  Prologue - Motoki's Problem ~*~Usagi~*~ It was pouring buckets.  Just my luck to be stuck outside on a day like this, without an umbrella.  I just hope that it doesn't... *BOOM!* "AGH!  THUNDER!  I HATE THUNDER!" I wailed, eatching the lighning streak across the Tokyo skyline. Rei loves days like this.  She thinks thunderstorms are majestic or soemthing.  She's probably sitting next to teh window right now, watching the storm with her pet crows, Phobos and Deimos. Makoto also likes thunderstorms.  Of course, this could have something to do with her being Sailor Jupiter, the senshi of lightning, whose main attack involves calling down thunder.  I'll bet she's watching the storm too. But, like I said, I HATE thunder and lightning.  Watching it crackle and boom makes me shiver.  It's days like this that make the walk to Juuban, where I live, seem especially long.  I was soaked to the bone by now, my hair trailing unhappily by my feet.  I was going to take a long, HOT bath when I got ho... *BOOM!* I suddenly felt a huge jolt of electricity surge through my body, starting at my head and ending at my feet.  My mind barely had time to register that I had been struck by lightning as I fell to the sidewalk, enveloped by a warm blanket of darkness. ~*~Mamoru~*~ I was riding my pride and joy, my restored 1976 Harley motorcycle, slowly down the streets of Tokyo, slowly so as to avoid an accident on the solitary, rain slicked pavement.  It had been a long, hard day at work, and I would be happy to be in my apartment, away from the photographers, away from ogling females, just me, my fireplace and my Quantum Physics book. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I almost didn't see the rumpled girl laying on the sidewalk, passively collecting the rain. As the masked hero of Tokyo, I couldn't refuse a damsel in distress, ne?  So I parked my Harley next to the sidewalk and hopped down, taking my helmet off to inspect the girl. The first thing that occured to me was the faint smell of discharged electricity.  Judging by the frizzy hair, it looked like she had been struck by lightning, the rarest form of electrocution.  With my eyes, I trailed up her hair to find a soggy pair of odangos and I gasped. The girl was none other than Tsukino Usagi. 'What can I do?" I wondered.  I had no clue where she lived or where any of her friends lived.  And I had a feeling that she wouldn't take kindly to waking up in my apartment.  But it was very tempting as I picked her up, feeling her body heat weakly pulsing through my leather jacket.   Her wet clothes clung to her figure, accenting her curves in a very attractive way, leaving almost NOTHING to the imagination. Sighing, I took her to the only place I could think of. ~*~Usagi~*~ I woke up groggy and disoriented.  I was wrapped up in towels and staring at a tiled ceiling.  Underneath the towels, I could tell that I was no longer wearing a school uniform, but a pair of clothing I had never been in before.  Around me I heard a voice... '...gotta call Reika when I get home...' I sat upright and saw that I was in the Crown Arcade.  Motoki was wiping the counter and staring into space, a dreamy expression on his face. "Why do you have to call Reika?" I aked Motoki. "Huh?" he asked. "I heard you say that you need to call Reika when you get home." "I didn't say anything," said Motoki, clearly confused. "I could have sworn I heard someone talking..." "It's been completely quiet around here.  Nobody but us two yokels want to be here in the rain." I looked out the window and saw that Motoki was telling the truth.  It was still raining cats and dogs out in the streets, and upon further inspection of the Arcade, I saw that we were definetly alone. "How...did I get here?" I asked. "Mamoru brought you in.  You were soaked to the bone.  We had to get off your wet clothes..." At that I blushed.  "You mean you saw me NAKED?" "Oh come on.  I'm a med school student.  It's nothing I haven't seen before." 'Except a sexy body, legs till next year and a perfect pair of breasts..' "HENTAI!" I screeched, yanking the towels off me and revealing an oversized Crown Arcade uniform. "What?!  What did I say?" asked Motoki, dumbfounded. "Nothing....I guess," I said. "Well, can you give me a ride home?" "Of course," grinned Motoki, helping me to my feet.  "I don't think the Arcade will get very busy when we leave." "Great!" I said. Motoki escorted me to his old red jalopy, engaging in nervous banter about his day at the arcade, but somehow I knew that his mind was not on the conversation. 'Okay, I can do this...just stop picturing her naked and you'll be fine...'  Motoki clenched his teeth together and focused on the road. 'Stop picturing WHO naked?' I wondered.  But I kept this to myself.  I was beginning to suspect what was going on, and something told me it would be best if Motoki didn't know about it, or the poor baka would die of embarassment.  The poor guy had suffered enough already.  "Man, it's HOT in this car," I said, unbuttoning the bulky, starchy arcade shirt a bit as we neared my house.  The car heater had been turned waaaaay up to warm us from the cold, rainy weather outside. "Well," I said as I left the car, "thanks for the ride!" "You're welcome," he said, appearing calm and gentlemanly.  'DAMN!  I won't be able to get up for twenty minutes now!  Gotta take a loooong, cold shower...' 'Cold shower?' I wondered as I headed to the door.  'And why can't he get up?  Has he hurt his leg or something?' I opened the door and was greeted by a smiling Shingo.  "Somebody's la-ate!" he cajoled.  'Man, what's with the outfit?' "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHAT'S WITH MY OUTFIT?" I demanded. "I didn't say anything about your outfit," Shingo said, suddenly the portrait of meekness. And he hadn't.  Out loud, that is.  I ruffled his hair, knowing how much he hates it when I do that.  "Gomen, Shingo.  Well, it's bathtime for me.'  'Good.  She sure does smell funny.' I smiled and shook my head as I headed upstairs to take that long, hot bath I had been looking forward to.  As the waters rose, I kept on grinning.  'This could get VERY interesting...' I thought to myself. Lady Aisheteru:  I have NO idea where I'm going with this.  R&R, please!  Ja minna!