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A/N: Here's the little fic that I wrote for Antigone2's Valentine's Tumblr Fanwork Exchange (which was a huge blast btw). My giftee was the wonderful FloraOne who was an absolute pleasure to write for (have you checked out her stories?!). Of course, being the newbie that I am on Tumblr, I posted this entire fic on Tumblr, causing a long eyesore for many I believe. So to give people a, let's say, more manageable way to view the story, I posted it here for everyone's viewing pleasure in chapters that I will post later. Well enjoy readers and I'll come back with the next two chapters soon, probably post the last chapter on Valentine's Day or something, but if you really can't wait, it's already on Tumblr for everyone to see lol Enjoy and tell me what you thought in the REVIEWS!

Also, thank you to Antigone2 for doing this whole fanwork exchange! Also she's a pretty fantastic writer so I highly highly suggest you check her stuff out as well!

Enjoy!

Four Magic Words

"So, on a scale of one to ten, how nervous are-"

"50."

Motoki chuckled as the raven-haired man violently tugged at his dark brown tie that hung crumpled around his neck, "Honestly you're going to choke yourself with that thing. Here, try the dark blue one instead. It'll match your dreamy blue eyes."

The irritated, nervous man flinged the ugly wrinkled tie on one of the armchairs in the room, snatching the pressed blue one from the smirking dirty blonde in front of him. He mumbled a few curses as he fastened the thing around his white collar. 'This is ridiculous, there's no way I'm actually going through this, no way…'

"Oh yes you are." Mamoru turned toward Motoki with a shocked look. How could he have possibly-

"You're easy to read my friend," the green-eyed man carefully secured the red ribbon around the bouquet that lied on the counter, "And right then you had that look that screamed 'I'm totally not doing this'."

The dark-haired 27-year-old narrowed his stormy eyes, disdain scrawled all over his face, "I spend way too much time with you."

"Hey don't get fussy with me," Motoki tossed him the long black trench coat, "A deal's a deal."

"Motoki, I was drunk out of my mind," Mamoru defended himself, slipping into his coat, "Eight beers, five fireballs, and three shots of tequila don't exactly provide you with the clearest of minds or rational thoughts so making any kind of commitment in that state should not be binding!"

"Five fireballs? Oh well that explains you performing your own rendition of 'Barbie Girl' and flirting with that 50-year-old."

"Motoki, you are to never speak about the events of that night again!"

The accused just presented a knowing smirk, "Oh don't worry I don't need to speak. I caught it all on video for my viewing pleasure."

Running a shaky hand through his inky black hair, Mamoru signed defeatedly, "I really need new friends."

"Okay, okay," Motoki braced his hands on his best friend's shoulders, a dead serious look in his emerald eyes, "Seriously though, how are you feeling?"

The suited man sighed deeply, looking off past Motoki, "Well I'm about to go on a date with the most beautiful, amazing, funny, bright person in the world, who I've been in love with for the past ten years or so, and she doesn't even know it's me that's about to go on a date with her."

"Soooo…..what I'm hearing is that you're great?"

Another death glare was shot from narrowed eyes as Mamoru looked back at Motoki, and replied in a icy tone, "Oh yea,I'm peachy as can be."

The dirty blonde, ignoring his friend's very obvious sarcasm, spilt into a huge grin, "Great to hear, now let's go over our rules and pointers again."

A blue eye twitched as Mamoru walked out of his hands to grab the black scarf hanging from the chair, slinging it around his shoulders, "First rule is not to be boring which includes talking about complex books, ghastly organisms, rambling on, any un-interesting scientific studies I found, anything that remotely relates to something a college professor would say. Don't say it if any of those restrictions apply."

"Good, you tend to ramble on when you're nervous. Next."

"Rule two, don't insult her on her hair or bring up bad memories from teenage years, only do so if she brings it up on her own whim."

"Impressive. And the final rule."

Mamoru sighed, adjusting his tie in the hallway mirror, examining how he looked. Does she even see him as attractive or anything more than a longtime friend? "Most important rule is to.., " he paused, looking into the mirror as if he was searching for something, "….be myself."

Motoki wore a proud and friendly smile from his spot, "That's right. Be yourself, not book smart and bookworm Mamoru that rambles on and on about foot fungus. Be the natural, fun, Mamoru that's somewhere on the inside screaming for air. Be the Mamoru that fell in love with her."

"I know, I know…," he braced himself on the small table underneath the mirror, leaning against it, head bent down while he took deep inhales. He shut his eyes.

He could do this. This was his chance.

"Hey," Mamoru felt his friend's hand land on his slumped, tense shoulder, "It's going to be fine. She's going to love you."

Opening his eyes, the blue-eyed doctor brought his head back up to look at Motoki through the mirror, a hopeful lift in his voice, "You think?"

"Of course! Minako told me how much she talked you up to her. She told me she's really excited to go on this date. Plus it's perfect, a date on the day of love! Flawless set-up! Don't stress!"

Mamoru snorted, "Yea, she'll be excited up until the moment she sees it's me walking to her table." 'She'll be weirded out, embarrassed, walk out of the restaurant. I'll ruin everything…..'

"No," Motoki almost commanded him with the word, "She's going to get even more excited when she sees it's you. You both are going to have a wonderful time tonight, fall in love even more, get married, have like three kids, and grow old together."

"You read way too many romance books…."

"Mamoru it actually happens in real life! You're acting like you'll never get the girl."

"Because Motoki, she's not just 'a girl'! She's 'the girl'!" He once more ran a hand through his black bangs, questioning the situation again, "She's the only girl that I can see myself with, the only one I can see myself happy with. I'll ruin it all tonight though, this is a bad idea I-"

"What Mamoru?," Motoki cut him off with an angered expression, "Are you going to stand by the damn sidelines your entire life because you're too scared? Let some other guy sweep her off her feet? Watch her live her life while you grow old and grumpy, your only friend being that one delusional guy in your folks home? You need to make your move. Now."

His eyes darted away, looking at nothing. How was he ever going to be good enough for her? He didn't deserve her laugh, smile, bubbly glow, her love…..

"Okay that's it," Motoki grabbed the man's arm and whipped him around to face him, "Tell me those four words. The four words you confessed to me just a few weeks ago. Tell me now."

Mamoru sighed, annoyed, "Motoki-"

"Tell me."

Taking a deep breath, the dark-haired man opened his mouth, stumbling out the words, "I-I…I…I love….I love Usagi Tsukino."

Motoki looked him straight in the eye, "Again."

"I..I love Usagi Tsukino."

"Again."

"I love…," Mamoru paused then, his eyes blanked off, appearing in thought until he spoke again, his voice full of realization and almost shock, "I love Usagi Tsukino."

Without warning, the bouquet of red roses he had bought earlier were flung into his hands, and suddenly he was facing the door, being shoved towards it.

"Great! You're ready to go Mamoru-san! Can't be late!" The dirty blonde threw the apartment door open and forced his bewildered friend out into the hallway, a huge smile plastered on his handsome face and a thumbs up directed at Mamoru, "Remember if you ever feel unsure, just repeat those four magic words and you'll be fine my friend! Have a great time, don't drink and drive, no sex without safe sex, and don't forget curfew! Go get her kiddo!"

And like that, a smug Motoki slammed the door on Mamoru's flustered and anxious facial features, victory and satisfaction oozing through his veins. Walking back into the apartment, the blonde muttered, "They grow up so fast."

To be continued...