On A Moonswept Moor A Sekkushiaru Roman Story By Lady M. Harris http://www.geocites.com/~ladymharris Editor: Sun Princess Part 8 "You do know why I called you into here, don't you, grandson?" Hiromi began as he went the wet bar to pour himself a drink. "I have an idea, but as far as what you're up to..." Mamoru said shrugging his shoulders at the same time and walking over to the window to look out over the estate. His calm posture completely belied the actual state he was feeling at the moment. "Well, let's start with this," Hiromi began as he went back over to his desk and pulled out a stack of papers from his desktop drawer. He laid it down on the top of the desk for Mamoru to view. Mamoru looked down at the papers and felt his blood run cold. He looked up into his grandfather's hard eyes, furious again as his eyes narrowed, dangerously. "How did you know about that?" He said between clenched teeth. "I know about a lot of things, Mamoru. And I have to hand it to you," Hiromi chuckled underneath his grandson's fiery anger. He will thank me for this later, Hiromi thought to himself. "It was very hard uncovering this. It's amazing how alike we think. In your place, I would have probably done the same thing myself." He said, straightening up at the same time. "This-I assume, ties into the announcement?" Mamoru began picking up the stack of papers that contained the start up plans and deeds to the recreation center projected for Juuban Elementary School. A quick scan of the documents, related information as to the complete funding donated by the Chiba Corporation with Usagi as acting and current owner of the recreation center. "Yes, it does." Hiromi said, nodding his head and then took a deep swallow of his drink. "And if I don't agree to whatever you have cooked up...?" Mamoru replied carefully, leaving the sentence to trail off. He set the papers back down on Hiromi's desk with a loud plop, and with a disgusted look on his face. "You really don't have an option. The wheels of fate are already turning. Even as we speak, the Tsukino are aware that we will be arriving in a couple of hours to return your lovely fiancée and to meet her family." Hiromi said as he watched his grandson with narrowed eyes. Mamoru said nothing to his grandfather's comments, the wheels in his mind turning endlessly as he tried to figure out a way out the corner that his grandfather had backed him into. "And just what would you have me do, Mamoru," Hiromi continued on through Mamoru's stony silence. "I certainly cannot see this estate turned over entirely to the charities. And what of Usagi-chan? She may even right now, be carrying the future Chiba." He said glancing over at his grandson and noticing the perceptively tightening of his shoulders. "I see that you didn't even take that into account, did you?" Hiromi asked, then added curiously, "You're usually so cautious about the others, but not Usagi? I wonder why.... could it be that you've fallen--" "That will do just fine, Ojii-san." Mamoru bit out, effectively cutting off his grandfather in mid sentence and where the conversation was leading. "You have certainly made you're point and your threats very clear." He turned away and said, "Now if you will excuse me, I'm sure Usagi is probably waiting for us?" "Yes, I'm sure she is." Hiromi smiled a pleased smile, like a fat cat having just devoured its captured prey. He knew very well that Mamoru was very furious. But the plan was in motion and already moving forward, much to his delight and Mamoru's consternation. Throughout the rest of the ride back to Usagi's parents' house, Usagi noticed a perceptive iciness from Mamoru. Within the cool confines of the limousine, it was hard to read what was on his face, as he presented her mostly his profile to her. For the most part, Hiromi kept her entertained during the lengthy ride, asking her about her childhood, her family and the type of work she did. It was easy to answer his probing questions, party due to his charming character and genuine friendliness. She had a distinct feeling that Mamoru listened closely to her replies, even though he indicated otherwise. The Tsukino, small two-story house was alight with blazing lights, when they arrived, early in the evening. Usagi sighed; glad to finally be where she was most familiar with. Yet, she was apprehensive in facing her family with the news to her engagement. Which she was sure that her father had read about, especially since he worked at the newspaper company and probably heard about the engagement through a co-worker or had even came across it himself. She could well image the explosion forthcoming, especially since she had neglected to tell him anything about Mamoru. Her mother, Usagi wasn't too worried about. Especially since, she had a feeling that Ikuko already had the distinct feeling that Usagi was dating someone significant. "Usagi-chan!" Ikuko exclaimed with affection when she opened the door to see her daughter standing on their front porch. Her eyes went wide when they settled on a tall, young man standing behind her nervous daughter. He was very handsome and a distinct, charismatic attitude about him. His hard, blue eyes locked on hers, holding her gaze steadily as he smiled an engaging smile back at her. He turned away slightly, and she noticed for the first time another man standing behind the younger man. Ikuko could tell that the younger man and older gentlemen were almost identical in looks and that they must be related to one another. "Okaa-chan, Mamoru said that they had already phoned ahead." Usagi began, smiling nervously and looking over her mother's shoulders to look for her father in the living room. "Yes and I'm almost at a loss for words, Usagi-chan." Ikuko replied with an almost reprimanding tone to her voice as she looked over her daughter in the entrance. "I think introductions are in order, daughter. Although, your father did fill me in on who were in engaged to, but it would have been better to hear it for your own lips." "I agree with your mother, Usagi-chan." Kenji said as he and Shingo, her brother joined the group at the entranceway. Usagi's mouth dropped open at the obvious calm state her father was in as he announced himself. Her father and Mamoru's gazes locked for long moments as they measured each other, before Usagi felt Mamoru nudge her arm. She smiled a greeting to her younger brother, still watching her father and Mamoru. "Uhhh...Otou-chan, Okaa-chan, Shingo-chan--I'd like you to meet Chiba Mamoru and his Okaa-sama Chiba Hiromi. Mamoru is my fiancé." There, she said it. It was all out in the open now. "Well, I have to say that you're nothing like Seiya-san." Kenji stated after they exchanged bows. Usagi's mouth dropped again for the second time that night. She blushed slightly, remembering her father's attitude and first meeting with the famous singer-artist. It had not been a pleasant event. "I don't know whether or not that's a compliment or an insult." Mamoru drawled sarcastically while his grandfather chuckled in the background. "You'll know when it's an insult." Kenji replied, still watching Mamoru carefully as his arm went around Ikuko. He swept his other arm towards their living room and said, "Welcome to our house. Please make yourself at home." They settled in the couches, before the large, Christmas tree. Conversation began light and slightly strained, but as the evening wore on, the atmosphere took on a more relaxed mood. Usagi was slightly puzzled about how her father and Hiromi seemed to exchange looks of satisfaction. How could that be, when they had never met before tonight? Or had they, she wondered? While her mother and Shingo prodded her slowly for details on the engagement. Mamoru sat next to her, his thigh purposely brushing intimately against hers and genuinely causing her to sit stiffly next to him. Even though he still seemed angry to her, she could feel her fingers tremble when he would reach out to clasp them into his larger hand. She could not help blushing as she remembered how expertly his hands had stroked her flesh, just hours ago. Despite her father's agreeing to the engagement, she noticed how her father's lips would thin at Mamoru's amorous attentions towards his daughter. She had a distinct feeling that Mamoru was goading a reaction out of her father. For the most part, Mamoru's grandfather, Hiromi seemed to be enjoying the entire charade. At long, last the evening came to end and none too soon for Usagi as she said her good byes to her parents and her brother. Ikuko managed to get a promise from Usagi on more details about her engagement. Usagi readily agreed to call her, feeling she owed it to her mother. The short ride to her apartment was relatively quiet. Hiromi began to snore quietly within the dark confines of limo as the long day had finally caught up with the older man. Mamoru walked her silently to the main entrance of her apartment, still displaying his profile to her. She pulled out her keys from her purse and looked silently up into his face. His eyes were still unreadable in the low lights of the entrance. "I guess no one bothered to ask me whether or not I wanted to go through with this," She started. She jingled the keys lightly in her hands. Mamoru leaned his shoulder against the wall and gazed down into her face. "And do you want to?" He asked, surprising her with the question. "No." She stated quietly, not like this, she thought. "Liar." He said, and reached out to grip her arm, tightly. He pulled her slowly towards him. Why was he always right, Usagi thought to herself as she let him pull her into his arms? "Even now, you want me to touch you, don't you?" He asked, his voice low and taunting. When she said nothing but stared at him, he said again, "Your body's already betraying, Usako." His hand reaching out to cup and mold her aroused breast underneath her coat. Her breath caught unevenly and she pushed at his hands angrily, but he held her steadfast. "Don't worry, we're but two of a kind, Usako. I'm furious at my Ojii-san, for putting me in this situation and angry with myself for allowing it to go this far where there's no turning back. And yet the only thing I can think of doing right now--is fucking you. And losing myself in you." He said, his voice hard and cutting as he sensually moved his hips against her stomach. Usagi breath grew uneven as the blood rushed again through her veins haphazardly, her body responding to his angry words. "I didn't make you do this!" Usagi cried out, angry with her self and how she seemed to have no control over her own senses where he was concerned. She wanted him--she wanted him to fuck her, like he said. She wanted to be lost, to be consumed by him and she wanted to be forever in his embrace. If only she knew how he really felt about her! "And that is the question, my sweet." Mamoru replied before kissing her angrily as if he wanted to punish her and then setting her away from him. He walked swiftly back to the limousine and then watched her silently as she unlocked the door to the entrance as angry tears began to fall from her eyes. "Tsukino-sensei, you made it!" The little girl, Yuui called out a greeting to their tardy teacher. Six, little girls got up from their sitting positions on the benches and launched themselves towards their teacher. Usagi chuckled for the first time that week. Ever since, Mamoru had dropped her off at her apartment the week before; she had been in a slight depression. She hadn't heard from him all week and was wondering if he would ever call her again. There were a couple of times when her phone would ring, but after her announcement on her answering machine she would get nothing but a dead line. Of course he'll call, Usagi thought to herself time and time again. Besides, we have unfinished business to talk about. She had admitted to herself that she was helplessly and foolishly in love with him. She was resigned to the fact that he probably didn't feel that way about her, even though she questioned her own wisdom. The last kiss had been anything but interest, yet with no phone call, she wondered if she had dreamed the entire thing. Usagi wanted more than anything to pick up the phone and call him, but she lacked the nerve and resolve to declare her love to him. Knowing that he might not feel the same. Ikuko decided to pay her a visit instead of the phone she had asked for previously, and Usagi, depressed and at her wits end, broke down and told her mother the entire story. Ikuko had clucked like a mother hen and told her that everything would be all right as she held her daughter within her comforting embrace. "You've got to tell him, sweetheart. How can he know how you feel, if the both of you hide behind your emotions?" Ikuko had asked her, pinpointing her with a motherly glare. Ikuko had had the feeling that Mamoru was already in love with her daughter. Although, she noted that Mamoru seemed to be a master at hiding his feelings. But with all the tension between the two, Ikuko had seen through his mask. He was deeply in love with her daughter, even if he wasn't aware of it. It was only a matter of time now, before he would finally realize it. And only time would tell if they had the courage to break down the barriers between the two. "It's the only way. If anything, it'll make you feel better, knowing your not hiding anything from him." I've got to tell him, Usagi thought for the hundredth time that week as she remembered staring out of the classroom pensively. But-but what if he doesn't feel the same, she thought, scolding her self time and time again for having no courage. "Yes, I did. Now you know I wouldn't have missed this for the world!" Usagi giggled as the girls hugged her before returning to their seats. The rest of her class greeted her excitedly and Usagi met her students' parents who were also in attendance, calling out and greeting them all. They were at Juuban's stadium; it was Juuban's first nighttime rally. For the special occasion, the school decided to do a huge bon-fire with comical skits put on by the drama club and then later everyone would have the chance to participate in the festival. The event was for the school to get into the spirit of supporting the school and the new upcoming year. All the classes had been invited to participate in the event. Everyone was excited and in high spirits. "Can I sit next to you?" Usagi asked as Yuui nodded her head happily. She sat down next to the girl, in the already crowded bench. She smiled down into the Yuui's excited face. Yuui looked up past Usagi and giggled, her face flushing in the orange glow of the bon-fire, her hands reaching up to cover her mouth like an impish elf. "Think your teacher wouldn't mind if I sat next to her, too?" Came a deep and sultry voice from behind Usagi. Usagi head snapped forward and her mouth parted softly. "Mamoru!" She breathed. Oh, but wasn't he a sight for sore eyes! He stood looking down at her in a white turtleneck, casual black jeans and a soft looking but thick, black leather jacket. His hands were in his pockets, his inky black hair falling into his enigmatic eyes. His eyes gleamed with some unknown emotion in the glow of the orange light. "I like that kind of greeting--all soft and alluring!" He murmured devilishly for her ears only. She sat still, her eyes suddenly closing as she assailed with his fresh cologne and musk. "Are you Sensei's boyfriend?" Miyuki asked and then she started giggling from the group of young girls watching them. "I'd like to think I am." Mamoru chuckled as Usagi's face turned bright red before her giggling students. "Yuuuuck." Said Hiro, who was the tallest boy in their class. His little group of ruff raff boys snickered. "Bet you do that kissey and smooching thing too with Tsukino-sensei?" He screwed up his face and bobbed his lips like a fish. Then he gave them a view of his back with his hands wrapped around himself as if someone was hugging him and promptly made some kissing noises adding: 'oh baby, baby' or 'oh kiss me, kiss me' to the effect. His friends laughed and smirked; even some of the girls couldn't help bursting out into giggles. "Yeah and she's pretty good at it, too." Mamoru laughed, unable to contain his mirth and smirked back at the boys, who groaned in unison. The girls all fawned at Usagi's boyfriend. "Okay-okay! Enough about my personal life here! Have you forgotten who you're talking about here?" Usagi said helplessly laughing at Hiro's comical play. "You better watch out on Monday or I just might surprise you with a pop quiz!" She threatened above the noise of their groans, then smiled to indicate that she was just teasing them. A loud booming voice interrupted the amicable argument between teacher and students and soon their entire group was absorbed in the drama skit before them. "You're not still angry at me, are you?" Mamoru whispered into her ear. "Of course I am." Usagi spat back, but smiled to soften her response. "No phone calls. What was I supposed to think, Mamoru?" She asked, gazing back at him. Of course she didn't tell him that she more than a couple of times had picked up the phone to call him, only to hang it back up after she lost her nerve. "I did call you a couple of times." He said and added, "don't you ever pick up with out letting your answering machine answer?" He grinned back at her as her face turned two shades of red. "Uhhh...I was screening my calls this week--that was you on my answering machine?" She asked, giggling as she remembered listening to her answering machine pick up a couple of calls where no one said anything and then would promptly hang up after her message. He sighed and shook his head, "You know how I hate answering machines, Usako." "Mmmm." She nodded her head in agreement, now remembering how he would hang up the phone in disgust at the hospital every time he called a patient and got a machine. "The only reason why I knew you were here was because of the message on your answering machine stating something about meeting your students here." He finished. He slanted a curious, little look at her and said, "I acted like a complete jerk on Sunday." "Are you trying to apologize?" She looked incredulous. "Alright...okay...yeah." He chuckled; looking down at his clasped hands and then up at her with a puppy grin. "Sorry." "Apology accepted." She smiled back, her hand reaching out to close over his. He lifted his hands with hers still over his and kissed the knuckles softly, both of them forgetting about their surroundings, submerged in their own little world. "Smooch, smooch, smooooch!" Hiro boldly smirked and made more kissing noises behind them. Usagi promptly stuck her tongue out at Hiro, who laughed loudly, while the girls giggled. Mamoru laughed along, his eyes dancing merrily. During the rest of the rally and festival they stayed close to each other. Usagi students were caught up the spirit of the school and the magical evening caused by their teacher's obvious loving attitude towards her handsome boyfriend. Her students stayed close to Usagi and Mamoru through out the rest of the night. And when the night finally did end, Usagi and Mamoru bade a happy farewell to the parents and many of the students who seemed suddenly and happily worn out. Mamoru and Usagi made their way slowly towards his car, parked in Juuban's Elementary School parking lot. He asked her if she wanted a ride home, since it was getting quite late. She nodded her head, still summarizing over the evening's events. "Are you driving back to the estate tonight?" She asked, curiously. Somehow, she didn't want the evening to end. Especially since there seemed to be an unspoken truce between the two of them and something else hovering in the air between them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. "No, I'm staying at my flat this week. I'm not on call tonight at the hospital." He stated, arriving at his car. "Oh." He opened her side of the door for her and she swiftly got in. Even though it was still cool in the plush interior of his Porsche, it was beginning to freeze outside. She shivered slightly, despite the thickness and warmth of her coat and was glad when he rived up the engine and turned the heater on full blast. He reached over and grabbed her cold, clasped hands in her lap, and rubbed his hands over hers, briskly. "Cold?" Mamoru asked concerned, gazing into her downcast eyes that were centered on their hands. She nodded, as awareness over their closeness crept over her. Their gazes locked, the air within the car suddenly seemed to intensify with sexual energy. "Do you want to come over?" She blurted out without thinking. She blinked her eyes rapidly, her mouth parting open with shock. Oh my God, you brazen wanton, she thought to herself. I can't believe you just asked him to stay the night. That's a guy line! The only thing she could think of at that time was not being apart from him. And the vision of him between her sheets, between her thighs. Her face flushed, thinking of the latter image. A slow, knowing smile crept across his lips. "My place is closer." He answered softly, then turned away and backed the car up, their gazes smoldering. The invitation was very clear in his eyes. They drove through the main streets of Juuban district. Mamoru reached over and placed Usagi's hand on his hard thigh. Usagi thought her hand was going to catch on fire as it rode high on his thigh. Revealing in the strength and sinew muscles that bunched underneath her caressing hand. She swallowed hard, feeling her throat suddenly parched and dry. Her heart was beating wildly within the cavern of her ribcage, unable to meet his eyes within the confines of the car. The ride up the elevator to his flat seemed extremely long to Usagi. She waited for a fraction of second after he opened the door to the flat before launching herself into his arms. "Usako..." Mamoru whispered and groaned at the same as his arms enveloped her in his embrace. He slammed the door shut to his flat, not bothering to switch on the lights. Usagi tugged and unbuckled his belt buckle and unzipped the zipper to his slacks while he hurriedly unfastened her blouse. Before long, he was muttering expletives over the tiny buttons. Frustrated, he tore open her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere around his flat. They paid no heed to it. His hands reaching in hastily to cup her full breasts within her lacey bra. All the while he lead them towards his bedroom, kissing Usagi full on the mouth. Without needing or wanting any preliminaries, Usagi was just as ready and eager for their first joining. Pushing her onto his bed, he jerked off her jeans, fumbling at the same time with her silk panties. And then she was crying out, her body undulating towards his as she felt his manhood penetrate the deep recesses of her body. He echoed her calling, groaning at the same time as he began to drive deeply within her. And then there was only that savage desire as her body writhed underneath his. Fulfilling that rising hunger within her that only he could do. Her fingers unthinkingly pulling him closer, as he readily increased the rhythm of his movements until she forgot everything else. Stay tuned for part 9....Lady M. Harris.