~One Dark and Perverted Night~
PART 9: "Full Bladders Make Bad Companions"
Minako yawned sleepily, scratching at an itch on her back as she stretched. The closet had become very quiet after Usagi and Mamoru ceased bouncing the bed (the blonde chuckled at her awful use of terminology, but couldn't refute the statement), no one daring to make a peep as the royal couple dozed. It was impossible to tell, for the longest time, whether the pair was slumbering or not. Minako hazarded a guess that the blessed snores didn't begin until perhaps an hour later, but time was so twisted in their prison that really, the interim could only have been twenty minutes. None of it mattered much anyway- sometime between the waiting and the comfortable quiescence everyone got a little *too* cozy...
Minako pouted at the sleeping forms of her other comrades (she couldn't quite tell if Ami was unconscious or not anymore), brooding on the unfairness of her situation. She didn't *want* to go to bed! It was too cramped in here, and Makoto's legs where splayed across hers in an awkward way, and Rei was twitching, and-
*Hello*, what the hell!?
Minako gasped at the sight of midnight blue eyes peering at her- *directly* at her- from the crack in the door.
Like... one foot away. She skittered back against the wall and simply stared back, speechless and in shock.
It seemed that without disturbing Usagi, Mamoru had slid off the mattress and was now crouched outside his closet door ('how long has he been there!?' Minako wondered dazedly). The frozen warrior of Love licked her lips a few times and then asked hoarsely,
"You knew we were here?"
"The whole time," Mamoru answered, grinning ('Grinning? Something is wrong with this situation!'). He pulled open the closet. Rei made a violent movement but didn't wake up. Minako's mouth fell open as the man crawled into the tiny space (which suddenly seemed a hell of a lot smaller... just how many did it fit?) and dragged the door shut behind him. The closet was doused in darkness once more, but now Mamoru's heavy breathing (Darth Vader came quickly to mind) accompanied Minako's... who was now very frightened and creeped out and a whole host of other emotions. Not to mention Mamoru was pressed into her side and he was...
He was...
STILL NAKED!?!
"I need to pee," Mamoru's silky baritone purred from out of the abyss, twisting into the blonde almost intimately. She felt a brush of soft skin that only belonged to one part of the anatomy... and it was getting wet; ew, no, *warm* and wet-
That was it. Minako lost all composure, starting to scream for help from the imposter encroaching on her personal bubble *in his birthday suit*, no less! Threatening urination on her beautiful body! And then, if things weren't odd enough, she too felt an overwhelming desire to go to the bathroom and dang it, that wasn't fair! What secret power did this evil version of Mamoru have that...
That...
"Minako-chan, wake up!"
... Rei? Wasn't she out cold just a second ago?
"Minako-chan!"
"R-Rei-chan?" Minako opened her eyes to a completely different scene than the one she'd just been inhabiting. Rei's face was towering over her, Ami's foot was in her face, and Makoto was giving her the 'I know something about you that you don't and I'm secretly revelling in not telling you' look...
She hated that look.
Minako sat up as Rei continued admonishing, "Yeesh, you're worse than Usagi... I swear, you snore loud enough to wake the dead, Minako-chan!"
"Well, Ami-chan's still in a coma, so I guess you're wrong on that point, Rei-chan," Makoto joked, jerking her head toward the limp pedantic.
"I... was asleep? So it was just a dream? But it felt so *real*!" Minako murmured, glancing out the slit- Mamoru's body was protectively curled around Usagi's, as it had always been. She blushed at the sudden revelation, and Makoto snickered.
"Must have been pretty romantic."
"Romantic!?"
"You were muttering Mamoru-san's name over and over. Replaying certain scenes from Usagi's perspective?"
"I'm not a whore like you," Minako glowered, to which a blithe Makoto chuckled.
"Ouch. Aim a little lower, why don't you."
"Actually, Mamoru-san started pissing on me, and... oh crap."
"'Oh crap'!?" Rei quoted. "'OH CRAP??' Minako-chan, just what the hell did you do this time?"
"You didn't... wet yourself, did you?" Makoto queried, a pained expression in place. Minako shook her head, but her cerulean eyes were wide.
"No... but... if I don't find a toilet, NOW, I'm going to!" she moaned, crossing and uncrossing her legs (which did absolutely nothing to solve her predicament... no wonder she had such a strange dream!). Fuck, why hadn't they thought of this little problem earlier? 'Dammit, Haruka-san! You are SO going to pay for this! I *refuse* to wet my pants!'
Makoto started wringing her hands. "But... can't you hold it?"
"NO!"
"You can't go out there, Minako-chan! That's breaking Haruka-san's rule! And Mamoru-san and Usagi-chan will probably wake up at the noise and then... well, we're screwed! We'll be cowards!"
Ironic, the reversal of roles. Minako could have sworn only a few hours ago *she* was the worried one. Funny what desperation did to a person.
"I don't give a fuck about Haruka-san right now, Mako-chan!" Minako hissed through clenched teeth and a clenched groin. It was physically painful holding her urine in right now...
"I have to agree with Mako-chan here," Rei added, with a sorrowful undertone to her voice. "Loathed as I am to admit it, Mamoru-san is probably a light sleeper." Minako fairly howled in frustration. Makoto raised a brow.
"Stalker, much?"
Rei turned crimson. "It's conjecture! *Conjecture*!"
"Now you sound like Ami-chan. Poor girl would be proud if she wasn't catatonic in the corner," Makoto giggled. Minako huffed at the way they were ignoring her plight, then stormed (if that's possible in a closet) angrily over to the jacket rack and ripped one down.
"M-Minako-chan...?"
"Fine. You know what? *Fine*." Minako punctuated each word with a vicious punch to the pea green jacket she stuffed nest-like into the floor. "I *won't* leave the damn closet to go the bathroom." Still ensconced in a fit of passion, Minako yanked off her skirt. Rei and Makoto gawked, now *very* concerned about their friend's sanity. It got worse when the panties followed. Rei shielded her eyes while Makoto just stared, either in shock or morbidly amused enough to not turn away.
The teen really *had* jumped off the deep end...
She crouched over the rumpled jacket. "I'll just do it here."
"WHAT!? Minako-chan, don't-!"
"We didn't mean-"
The spattering noise was quickly eclipsed by the horrendous smell filling the closet. Rei nearly joined Ami and Makoto choked in horror. Oh God... she really... and on Mamoru's pea green jacket! Wait, that part was okay. But when they still had to call the closet home for the duration of the night!?
Minako sighed in pure bliss as she relieved herself. 'Ah, emptiness...'
And then what she had just done- in public, no less- hit her.
"Oh *fuck*."
TBC
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~AngelMoon Girl
