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Liar.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Mamoru looked up from his scribbled notes, eyes sparking with a vague annoyance previous to landing on her, in which they promptly turned to a startling shade of astonishment when he realized she wasn't a hair's breath away from him?

"What?"

"What," she said emphatically, "'cha doin'?"

"Ah…" He breathed in slightly, hoping that that very act would put some sort of thinking gap between them, but only succeeded in breathing in her enveloping scent. "Nothing."

One golden brow lifted, skeptical. "I don't believe you."

Mamoru matched one brow lift and raised it one dry glance. "And in what way does that matter to me?"

Usagi's sigh was heavy, long and suffering. Her eyes rolled and when they landed back on him the look she gave was one that said, 'liar-liar' without adding the 'pants-on-fire' part. Reclining in the seat opposite of him, she folded her arms on the table and laid her cheek on her arms, eyes still watching his.

"What," she repeated, adding more annunciation to the 't', "are you doing?"

"What," he mimicked, "do you think I'm doing?"

"I think that you're writing a love letter."

Mamoru went still, body in absolute suspension, while his eyes locked hold with Usagi's. "And…" he coughed, just in the back of his throat, "what makes you think that?"

Again, her brow cocked all-knowing. "Because I walked in that door ten minutes ago and not once did you stand to initiate our daily arguments." With that, she lifted her head only to lay it back down on her other cheek.

He'd known when she walked in that door. The bells above the entrance always seemed to make a different sound whenever she pranced in. But no God in heaven or hell would wrench that admission from him. "And you believe it's absolutely impossible for me to go a day without speaking with you."

She didn't even blink when she said, "Yes."

To that, he had no reply.

"But even so, that is not what compelled me to come over here of my own free will."

"You woo me with your compliments, Odango."

She grimaced at the name. "I noticed," she continued after a heated glower, "that tomorrow is Valentine's Day."

"No one can pull the wool over your eyes."

Idiot. "And I saw you scribbling frantically in this here notebook," –to which said notebook promptly got shut— "and I thought, gee, Mamoru has a sweetheart!" To the average eye, one might say that the blonde 'Odango' was ecstatic at the prospect of the renowned, suave, drop-dead gorgeous and always calm, cool and collected Chiba Mamoru being swayed by a female. To the naked one, of course, one knew better.

Still being the calm, cool, and collected Chiba Mamoru of KO University, the notorious stud simply hummed in his throat and leaned back on the booth with not a word to say.

Usagi drummed her fingers on the table. "So?"

"So, what?"

"So are you?"

"So am I what?"

"Mamoru," she growled.

He sighed, straightening his jacket and wondering if there was any possible position that could be comfortable when a fourteen year old rabbit was interrogating you. "Well, being the all-knowing Odango today, why don't you tell me?"

The corners of her eyes crinkled, aggravated. "I can't read your mind, Mamoru-baka."

"You seemed capable two seconds ago."

"Don't be silly. I can't read your mind any more than you can read mine." Irritation laced her tone at the possibility of not getting any answers out of him. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, after all.

All thoughts, however, flew from her head when his hands reached for her chin, angling it so that their faces were in perfect symmetry to each other. His eyes bore into hers, stimulating a blaze of fire and twisting her heart into her throat so that it was utterly impossible for air to enter or escape. Her lips trembled when his gaze flicked down to them, her tongue aching to lick the dryness away. Then it jumped back to hers and stared with such a concentrated force that every drop of blood in her body rushed to her cheeks and swarmed her face, leaving her eyes sparkling.

Then, ever so slowly, he let go. As his fingers loiter over her jaw line, Mamoru's eyes skimmed over her wide, stunned eyes that contrasted the deep flush penetrating her cheeks, then let a deliberate smirk leisure over his face until it turned into a wicked grin.

"Liar."

End.