Moonlight Mirage
By Lady M Harris
Editor: Sun Princess
Part four
"Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Mask exclaimed. He did not expect to find her
standing on top of her house, waiting for him.
"Who else were you expecting, Tuxedo Mask? The Moon Princess?"
Sailor Moon responded sarcastically. She put her hands on her hips, his
eyes following the motion to the short skirt of her fuku that was displaying
her long, shapely legs encased within red boots against the silver-white
light of the full moon.
"Certainly not Sailor Moon, that's for sure," Tuxedo Mask replied as
he leaped onto the next house behind her. He landed gracefully, like a
large, agile black cat.
"And just where were you heading to, Tuxedo Mask?" Sailor Moon
almost purred. "You weren't thinking of slipping into my room, were you?"
she asked, her voice low and taunting.
Tuxedo Mask flushed slightly under his domino mask at being caught
red handed, glad that the shadows concealed his emotions. As a matter of
fact, that was exactly what he had intended to do. "Of course not, Sailor
Moon. I do occasionally check up on you," he said through clenched teeth.
"Liar," Sailor Moon retorted. "You dismissed that blonde," she
continued, cocking her head slightly, a curious expression playing across
her features, as a new thought crossed her mind. "Funny, I don't even think
I know her name?" Sailor Moon questioned. Then shaking her head, the girl's
name didn't matter to her at all, "Well, you dismissed what's-her-name as
soon as you dropped her off, didn't you?" she asked, grinning slyly at him.
I know you too well, Tuxedo Mask, Sailor Moon thought. He stood completely
still, watching her through his mask, eyes gleaming at her as they reflected
the moonlight. Still, she couldn't read what was there even as they stared
at one another.
Tuxedo Mask was piqued by the confidant stance she made in the night
light, while his ego, on the other hand, was getting a bit battered and
worn. He wanted her to feel the ache and pain he felt over seeing her kiss
someone else other than him."Perhaps . . . and perhaps not," was his acrid
reply. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them
instantly, especially when her body stiffened.
"Don't play games with me, Tuxedo Mask! You've played far to many
lately for me to tolerate any more!" Sailor Moon warned him, anger washing
over her features.
"Who's the one playing the games here, Sailor Moon?" Tuxedo Mask
retorted harshly. He leaped from the house he had been standing on and
landed lightly on his feet before her proud form. The full moonlight
silhouetted the two famous figures as they stood facing each other in the
still night.
Sailor Moon carefully backed a step away from him, hoping he
wouldn't notice how her legs began to tremble from his proximity.
"I didn't start any of this! You did! You're the one playing games
with my heart! First, you act like you can't stand to be around me, go out
of your way to avoid me, and then . . ." She shook her head, her frame
trembling with the strength of her emotions. "I don't know what kind of
stunt you were pulling at the club tonight," Sailor Moon accused him, not
allowing him to get a word in edgewise as she continued her tirade. "And if
you think that I'm going to allow you to slip into my room, have your way
with me and then leave without so much as an explanation, you've got another
thing coming!" Sailor Moon huffed, pointing accusing fingers into Tuxedo
Mask's silent face.
She watched his eyes narrow, glinting at her like steel blades
behind the mask, his face a cold marble statue. "Another thing coming at
me, eh? How about this, then?" he ground out and reached for her arm,
intending to kiss her. But instead of grabbing her arm, his fingers managed
to close around nothing but air. He looked up, his head following the sound
of her tinkling laugh above him as she jumped over him to the house he had
previously been standing on. He caught a tantalizing glimpse of her shapely
derriere under her blue fuku skirt before she landed on the house, agile as
a gazelle.
"Catch me if you can!" Sailor Moon voiced her challenge over her
shoulders. The anger in her features was suddenly replaced by a mischievous
smile as she began to run like the wind.
"Why you little tease!" Tuxedo Mask shouted to her as he leaped back
onto the house he had just been on. He could hear her answering laughter
like musical bells, ringing sweetly with their silvery tones into the night.
She in return, cleared the space below her and landed on another house.
When did she learn to run like a cheetah, Tuxedo Mask asked himself as he
continued to chase after her? Her Senshi training was certainly paying off
for her, he thought continuing to appraise his current situation. She could
almost run with leaps and bounds as well as he.
Almost.
He smiled devilishly, closed his eyes for a moment, and a burst of
energy surged through him, powerfully. In an instant, his formal evening
wear disappeared and in its place appeared: silvery armor, sword and
scabbard, navy blue and black uniform, and great cape of Earth's warrior
prince. The surge of energy rebounded as Earth granted the Prince of Earth
her harnessing powers to her human vessel.
Prince Endymion caught Sailor Moon's arm with one swipe. She
shrieked in startlement as he spun her around and roughly pulled her back to
him, her body nearly slamming to his. Her hands landed on his hard chest,
the crisp feeling of his prince's uniform under her palms felt invigorating.
Both of them stared at one another silently, the only sounds between them
being their harsh breathing and the pulse of blood that was roaring madly in
their ears from excitement as well at the recent exercise. The aura of
Prince Endymion called to his princess, demanding her presence.
Sailor Moon's transformation locket began to glow. The brightness
of the light intensified until it totally enveloped Sailor Moon. Within
moments the light receded and Princess Serenity stood before her Prince.
With the full moon's beckoning arms filling her with power, Serenity
silently loosened Endymion's hold on her. His eyes narrowed dangerously,
immediately reminding her of a hungry panther prowling the nights for its
helpless prey. She took a hesitant step away from him, her chest heaving
with excitement. She watched as his eyes lowered, devouring the round
curves of her figure, sheathed in fine layers of gold-embroidered silk, and
silhouetted in the soft glow of the moon. Serenity took another step back,
her own eyes trailing over his frame until they suddenly froze and widened;
she gasped in shock.
"You wouldn't dare!" Princess Serenity exclaimed as she continued to
gaze down at the gleaming, silvery blade of his sword, now pointed at her
delicate throat. The blade slowly moved down and over the intricately
embroidered fabric at the top of her dress, seemingly caressing the point
where the silky material met her creamy breasts.
A grin erupted across Prince Endymion's face as he grabbed her slim
wrist once again. "No, but you're not running from me again," he drawled,
sheathing his sword and began to pull her toward him. Unaware that she was
perilously close to the roof's edge, she tried to take another step back and
lost her footing. Endymion was also caught off guard and both fell from the
top of the house, shouting in surprise. Fortunately, it was only a short
distance and soft grass padded their landing as they rolled down a slight
hill, a flurry of silk skirts and armor.
Serenity landed in a stunned, tangled heap of white silk and
golden-white tresses beneath Endymion.
He laughed triumphantly as his lapis blue eyes gazed down at the
beauty he had captured. Before she had a chance to utter a word, he slammed
his mouth over hers possessively.
He kissed her as if he was punishing her, knowing he was punishing
himself. For a moment, he felt her struggle against him and he deepened
the kiss. Savagely, his mouth covered hers, wanting to dominate her
completely, to feel her unconditional submission to his desire. Her soft
body enveloped him and then suddenly he was kissing her desperately, like a
man starved, drowned and hopeless all at once, as if she was the only thing
keeping him sane while driving him crazy with desire at the same time. He
heard her moan against his mouth and felt victory soaring within him.
Victory only lasted for a fleeting moment as she pillaged him with the
onslaught of her own daunting passion. Her lips traced their own charted
map over his lips, tongue parrying his, only to dip again and again into
his sweet nectar. Her hands gripped him under his dress jacket, caressing
and exploring his body to her heart's content. She pressed her body against
his, enjoying the contrasting feel of his heavy, formal uniform against her
thin, silk dress. This time, she wedged her soft thigh between his legs,
her clothed stomach coming into contact with his apparent hardness.
Serenity could feel her own thrill of victory at the sound of his husky
groan as she pressed her body up against him. Tormenting him even further,
she reached out to grip his buttocks under his dress jacket and cape, her
hands pressing his hardness even further against her stomach. Further
inflaming his desire, she rocked her hips and stomach against his already
rock hard member.
With another growl, Prince Endymion lifted Princess Serenity into
his arms, her silk skirts trailing to the ground. He leaped back up onto
the house, like a fleeing hawk, and practically flew toward Serena's house.
He landed silently on her open window with precision, sure and powerful
strides taking him straight to her rumpled bed. He threw her down onto her
bed, and before she had a chance to, silenced any protest with another deep
kiss. His swordbelt fell to the carpeted floor with a muffled thud,
forgotten.
Endymion broke off their kiss, staring down into Serenity's
passion-glazed eyes. He reached between them and gripped her locket, held
together on a thin, golden chain, nestled between her breasts. The slight
pressure of his hand caused Serenity's dress to disband suddenly. Long, red
ribbons of what had been her dress spilling forward, floating out and away
from the bed. Serena lay beneath him in all her golden, naked glory.
"What do you think you're doing, my prince?" Serena gasped out in
alarm, her mind clearing a little from the desire laden haze that clouded
it, as she looked over his shoulder to her closed door. Her parents were
asleep just down the hall. "What if my father came in and found you here?
He'll kill you!" she whispered. Dazedly, as if she were in a trance, she
watched his hands as he unzipped his pants.
"You're right, Serena," Endymion groaned quietly as he freed himself
from his confining pants. "This has got to be the stupidest, most insane
thing I've ever---" he gasped out the last word, "--done!" pushing himself
deep into her tight, wet channel. Ah God, but she felt like heaven,
Endymion thought as he began moving his hips slowly, driving deeply in her.
"Aaahhh---!" Serena moaned and grabbed his face between her clasped
hands to kiss him deeply, passionately. She raised her hips, meeting him
thrust for thrust. The burgeoning heat of her desire spinning wildly out of
control within her. Lost to the rising tides of flaming fire, her supple,
young body undulated to the music of his body. "Do you have--" Serena
breathed out in between his thrusts, nipping his ear in the process with her
teeth. "any idea what this--" she cried out as he drove deeper into her,
sinking them both deeper into her bed. "would look like, if-if--" she
staggered, her eyes squeezing shut to the overwhelming pleasure soaring
throughout her, "if my father walked in on ussss!" she gasped out through
clenched teeth, the last word coming out in a hiss of air against his hot
ears as she bit back the urge to scream; her arms clutched him closer to
her.
"Yeah," Endymion groaned as he increased his tempo, driving even
deeper into her than he thought possible. "He'd just wonder, how the hell I
got in and kill me for fucking his daught----!"
"Aahhhhh!" Serena cried out as her body began to convulse, her hips
rising completely off the bed.
"under his nose!" Endymion nearly shouted and then muffled both of
their cries with his mouth as he joined her, groaning quietly as his body
shuddered powerfully over hers. He could feel his seed spilling deep within
her as he continued to pulse inside her. Energy spent, he collapsed on top
of her, his body transforming back to Tuxedo Mask.
After what seemed an eternity, Tuxedo Mask managed to get control of
his limbs and slowly pushed himself off Serena's limp body.
She reached up with a trembling hand and touched her locket.
Instantly, the ribbons changed and morphed back into her PJ's. We just made
love and he still has his domino mask on, she thought hazily. She was ready
to drop off, feeling meticulously satiated. She watched Tuxedo Mask through
lowered lids as he refastened his pants and tucked his dress shirt back into
the waistband.
"Where are you going?" she asked him, her eyes drooping lazily.
"Home. I can't stay here," he said, looking down at her. He picked
up his top hat and placed it on his head. She looked simply adorable in her
pink, bunny pajamas, sitting up slightly to retrieve the blue, moon and
stars comforter that was lying on the floor. Her sheets were the only
blankets that retained a tentative grip on her bed due to his hasty coupling
with her.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked after a moment. Her eyes
caressed his caped figure as he moved to her open window. He turned his
back to her. Still looking out her window, he refused to meet her eyes and
Serena felt a familiar stab of pain, her heart dropping again before the
words even came out of his mouth.
"I can't, Serena. I told you before and--I'm sorry this happened.
It'll never happen again," he apologized, frowning as he stared out into the
night. Oh God, I can't stand this, he thought as he heard her pain filled
gasp followed by an anguished sob. Darien knew that if he turned around, he
wouldn't be able to stop himself from gathering her into his arms, from
trying to erase her tears with soft kisses and washing away her pain with
warm words and promises of undying love. Forcing himself not to look at
her, he jumped onto her window sill and leaped forward, away from her tears
before his own could join hers.
The sun tentatively shed its warm rays of light over the horizon as
Rei tiptoed quietly across the hallway from where her grandpa slept to her
room. She closed the screen door and giggled silently at herself after
letting out the breath she had been holding since she got back home. She
hugged herself tightly as she thought back to the incredible night she had
spent in Chad's arms.
Rei had awoken early that morning, alone in Chad's bed. Her face
had flushed a deep crimson as she looked down at her naked body, her blush
deepening at the memory of how his large hands had trailed over her curves.
Remembering the feel of how her breasts had felt as he cupped them, his
fingers doing wicked things to her nipples before his mouth followed where
his fingers had been. And last, but the most wonderful feeling of all, was
how it felt being one with him. She had fallen back against the covers,
relishing how he had felt, deep within her, taking her where no man ever had
before. She now understood the expression that would occasionally steal
over Serena's face and that certain infliction in her voice when she would
say Darien's name.
When Rei had dressed and opened the door to the flat, a different
bellman from the previous evening was standing beside the door, waiting for
her. A limo was also parked outside and waiting to take her home. The
bellman handed her a folded piece of paper; should Rei needed anything,
please call Mr. Takashiro at this number. A little dazed, she had nodded
her head and thanked him, feeling the heat creep up into her face, turning
it beat red. The limo driver opened the door for her and she hurriedly got
in, her face still red.
Rei opened the piece of paper that had been stuffed into her purse
and laughed quietly as she read the note. She threw off her dress and
pulled on her nightgown. She got into bed quickly and grabbed her pillow,
hugging both the note and pillow close to her heart.
"Hey, where's Serena? She hasn't been this late in ages," Lita
asked as she glanced at her watch to check the time.
"I don't know," Amy replied, gazing toward the direction of Serena's
house. "Rei's late, too," she pointed out. She's never been late for
anything, Amy thought, a little concerned at the lack Rei's presence.
"What about Mina? --is she coming today?" Lita asked.
"No, she's got a modeling session scheduled for this afternoon and
she wanted to sleep in this morning. She mentioned something about Luna and
Artemis keeping her up half the night trying to figure out the reason for
the change in enemy attacks," Amy replied.
"Well, if Serena and Rei aren't here in another 15 minutes, I'm
going to go and look for them," Lita said, frowning.
"Right." Amy nodded her head, agreeing with Lita. She looked down
the street toward Rei's temple, still wondering what was taking her and
Serena so long.
Earlier that morning . . .
Dense fog swirled mystically before parting slightly to reveal a
much older Princess Serenity facing a large mass still hidden in the
swirling mists behind her. The shifting tendrils suddenly dissipated,
revealing an immense palace made entirely from crystal. Its corridors were
dark and the crystal spires loomed ominously over the Princess. Suddenly,
the skies darkened, shadows seeming to spring to life and cover the palace
like ghostly apparitions. Princess Serenity turned, slowly looking over her
shoulder, sorrow and grief clearly etched in her expression. Crystallin
tears formed and began to fall from her solemn face and then . . . the
ground began to shake. Still she continued to look over her shoulder, the
tears falling heedlessly. Large cracks split the ground apart violently as
it continued to rumble and shake, heaving forth molten rock and black ash as
the earth opened up and began to swallow the palace in the background.
Suddenly, Princess Serenity was encased within a large crystal which, like
the earth, began to crack and shatter into shards of glass. And still, she
continued to cry, even as the crystal around her face began to crack. . . .
"Noooooo!" Serena screamed out as she sat up in bed, horrified.
She gulped in huge breaths of air as tears streamed, unchecked, down her hot
cheeks. She ran a trembling hand through her tangled hair, belatedly
realizing that she was completely drenched in sweat.
My God, is that my future, Serena thought, still trembling. I've
got to tell Darien about this, she thought suddenly. She knew he didn't
want to see her, but news like this couldn't be shrugged off. Serena had a
bad feeling about the dream, like it was more of a warning of sorts, a
premonition--if you will--of forbidding doom than a normal nightmare.
Fifteen minutes later, she was standing in front Darien's apartment,
nervously knocking on his door. Please, please don't be at work, she
begged. Before she had a chance to think of anything else, the door opened
quickly.
"Serena?" A bedraggled Darien asked, as he stared down at her. His
eyes hardened and he asked a little bit harshly, "Why did you come here?"
"Please, don't close the door on me, Darien." Serena pleaded as she
put her hand on his door. "Can I come in? It's important."
He sighed in resignation and opened the door wider, backing away to
let her in.
She took a deep breath and said, "Darien, I-I'm here because of last
night," she began.
"Serena, I told you that I'm sorry about last night," he interrupted
her. "It won't happen again."
"No-no. That's not what I'm talking about," she said, shaking her
head for emphasis. So, things hadn't changed, Serena thought sadly, her
heart plummeted as a familiar tearing pain maid itself known in her chest.
How she wanted so much to feel his arms around her, just holding her like he
used to do. "I-I mean, I had a dream last night," she stammered.
Darien turned toward her, his body coming completely still as he
listened to her relate her dream.
"It-it didn't seem like a dream. More like a premonition, of
something terrible about to happen," she said. Encouraged by his silence,
she continued, "I saw myself as the princess, only, I was much older. And
there was this palace in the background and-and it was made of crystals.
And I'm standing there, crying--"
"Crying crystallin tears, looking sadly over your shoulder as
everything around you begins to break up, falling apart." Darien finished
for her, his voice low and taut as he stared at her.
"How-how did you know?" she stuttered, her eyes wide and frightened
at the same time. "You've had the same dream?" she asked, wondering how she
managed to keep her voice from trembling.
"A thousand times over, Serena. It's the only dream--no
nightmare--I ever have!" He ground out, frustrated at the same time. "This
voice, keeps warning me to stay away from you and that if I don't, that will
be your future. Because of me, your life is in danger," he sighed as he
continued to stare at her, his expression both taught and painful.
"You mean, it's because of this dream? This is why we're apart?"
she said softly, taking a step closer to him. She shook her head in
disbelief, still gazing at him. "Oh God Darien, why didn't you tell me?"
she whispered.
"Don't you see?" he said, still frustrated. "I'm endangering your
life, your future, by being part of it!"
"Dammit, Darien!" she exclaimed. "Can't you see that you're already
a big part of my life? I can't function normally without you! And you're
NOT pushing me away because of some dream that keeps plaguing you. I won't
let you! Not this time. I'm staying as part of your life and if that
means, endangering it, then that's the way it has to be. I don't want to
live my life without you in it," she said, flinging herself into his arms.
She felt his arms wrap around her and she closed her eyes, relishing the
feel of his warm embrace. "We'll work this out together, Darien. . . ."
She felt him tighten his grip, holding her firmly against him.
"Oh God, Serena . . ." He pulled back to look into her eyes, as he
ran a trembling hand through her golden mane. Her eyes glistened with
unshed tears, the lovely blue orbs filled with love. "I love you, Meatball
Head," he whispered hoarsely.
She flung herself back into his arms, crying and laughing at same
time. "I love you too, Muffin," she whispered back.
"What is it?" Serena groaned quietly. She was laying beneath Darien
on his living room rug. Her hair lay in tangled disarray beneath her,
blouse halfway unbuttoned, her heavy breasts, sheathed within her lacy bra,
were cupped within one of Darien's large hands. Her skirt was pulled up to
her hips and Darien's fingers were beginning to pull down her satiny
panties. Darien was making up for his behavior the last couple of weeks,
dimly wondering how he could have stood being away from her for so long.
"I thought I heard something." Darien said, his body completely
still above hers.
She ran her hand down his back and to his hard buttocks, also
listening for whatever Darien had heard. Serena lifted her thighs slightly,
enjoying the feel of his hardness against her stomach.
"Hey!" he exclaimed softly. Smiling lazily, he ground his hips
against her warm stomach in response.
"You're torturing me, Darien!" she muttered huskily, lifting her
hips as he moved his against her at an agonizing pace, enjoying the
contrasting feel of his clothed body against hers.
"Am I?" He smiled devilishly as he flicked his thumbs slowly over
her erect nipples, and kneaded her breasts at the same time, pulling down
the lacy material of her bra. "Well, I guess . . ." he said as he lowered
his head toward her breast and ran a lazy tongue over her puckered, pink
nipple, ". . . I am," and began to suckle the nipple hungrily. He heard her
moan as he continued his quest of desire, fingers slowly rolling the straps
of her panties back and forth against the heated flesh of her thigh.
Unexpectedly his door bell rang, knocking them abruptly out of their
little world for two. It was followed by the sound of Lita's concerned
voice on other side and she began to knock on the door insistently.
"Darien?" she called out on the other side of his door. "Have you
seen Serena recently? We can't find her anywhere!" Lita said anxiously on
the other side of the door.
"Ah Christ!" Darien muttered, exasperated by the Senshi's timing.
Serena giggled in response under Darien. She pulled her panties up,
sighing at the lost moment. "And just when we were getting to the best
part, too." She laughed quietly, her eyes twinkling with merriment as she
gazed up into Darien's frustrated face.
"Yeah," he grinned back at her as he helped her hastily button up
her blouse. "Their timing is absolutely incredible!" He laughed as he
pulled her up from the floor, then looked down at his gray sweats and
groaned at the sight of himself. Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but he
had a noticeable telltale bulge at his groin. The knocking only got louder
as the occupants on the other side of the door heard noise within his
apartment.
Serena giggled. "Just stand behind me until-until you . . . uh . .
. get a hand on things . . . down there." She was making a valiant effort
not to laugh at his current predicament, but failed miserably as she gazed
helplessly at his bulge, her face flushing becomingly.
He groaned in response to her gaze, feeling himself hardening again.
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one with a hard-on!" She giggled
again, still flushed, and grabbed his hand before they turned and opened the
door.
"It took you--Serena!" Lita exclaimed as she looked up and into
Serena and Darien's faces.
"We've been looking all over for you!" Amy scolded her from behind
Lita, noting the high flush on Serena's cheeks. Darien, as always, looked
cool, calm and collected. How he managed to look so nonchalant, puzzled
Amy. Must be a guy thing, she thought. She wondered again--for what must
be the hundredth time--if Serena and Darien have ever gone all the way.
The only person who didn't look concerned about Serena's whereabouts
was Rei. Rei certainly understood the meaning behind the delayed timing of
the door opening. Last night, Chad told her about their little agreement to
get her jealous. Of course, yesterday, she wanted nothing more than to
strangle her best friend for kissing Chad. Today, she wanted nothing more
than to hug Serena for being the best friend ever, and for making her face
up to her real feelings toward Chad. Rei definitely understood how the two
lovers felt. If she had been Serena, she wouldn't have even bothered
answering the door. Yet, Serena was a true friend, even if meant
interrupting her and Darien's time together. Rei looked over Amy's shoulder
at winked at the couple, smiling in understanding. Serena blushed again,
giving away exactly what they had been to doing together to Rei. "I came
over here first thing this morning to talk to Darien," she began.
"And as usual, you forgot about us!" Lita said, rolling her eyes
upward, her arms folded over her chest. "Looks like you guys have finally
made up," she added, ready to grill the couple for all the details.
"Yeah, well Rei forgot about the meeting too." Amy injected into the
conversation, hoping to derail Lita's imminent interrogation as Serena
stared at Rei, wondering.
"What about Chad?" Serena asked, concerned.
"Chad left for Kobe this morning." Rei stated, smiling.
"Yeah, where's that two-timing jerk, anyway?" Darien asked almost at
the same time, his voice dangerously low as he started to get angry,
remembering the scene he witnessed last night: Rei and Chad driving away in
a car together. The girls gaped in astonishment over Darien's choice of
words.
"Oh!" Serena gasped out, remembering that she hadn't told Darien
about the whole charade with Chad yet. "Oh, Darien. I forgot to tell you,"
Serena began. Bracing herself for the explosion, she continued, "Chad isn't
really my boyfriend, at all. He--"
"What?!" Darien exclaimed, the incredulous look on his face at the
announcement was quite comical.
"He's my boyfriend, Darien." Rei stated, quietly.
Darien's eyes grew even wider as he realized who Chad was. "You
don't mean . . . Chad from the temple?!" He exclaimed again. Rei simply
nodded, still smiling blissfully. He would never have guessed it in a
million years. Chad, of all people.
"You went through all of that, just to get me jealous?" Darien
nearly whispered to Serena, his tone surprisingly soft.
She wasn't prepared for the tenderness and warmth in his voice as
she stared up into Darien's face.
"Yes," she whispered back to him as her gaze, full of love, locked
with his. Slowly, she brought herself back to reality, and turned away from
him to face Rei, "I'm so sorry that he left, Rei," Serena began.
"Oh don't be," Rei laughed, shrugging her shoulders, still smiling.
"But he didn't even leave you a number, Rei," Lita said sadly.
"Of course he did!" Rei said, digging into her purse to read the
note Chad had given her. "He said that I could reach him at his office and
if he doesn't answer there, to try his cell, or his house in Kobe; oh and
then there's his pager. Let's see . . . uh . . . and if that doesn't work,
he said to try his private jet and I even got his E-mail address here too. .
. . And the number to his flat is here . . . somewhere!"
"His cell?!"
"Number to his private jet?!"
"His office? Since when did he start working?!"
"He's got a house and a flat? Is he really that loaded?"
"Rei, you've got some explaining to do!"
The end, for now . . . Lady M Harris
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