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"..." talking
'...' thinking
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Usagi looked around the crown arcade. Something about it just didn't
feel right, like there was something missing. She decided to take a
mental check list. Motoki? Check. Unazuki? Check. Rei? Ami? Minako?
Makoto? Check. Mamoru-baka? Che... The Baka wasn't there. Usagi found
it weird that she noticed his absence. 'I hope he's alright,' she
thought to herself.
"Usagi!" Rei shouted angrily, "could you do us a favour and pay
attention for once?"
Usagi looked at her friends and apologized.
"You better be sorry," Rei said hotly.
Usagi didn't feel like dealing with Rei at the moment. She looked at
her watch, "oh I have to go," she lied. She said goodbye and headed to
the door. 'Motoki would know about Mamoru.' She turned to the counter
were Motoki was working.
"Hey Usagi, what's up?"
'Motoki's always so nice and so cute. Too bad he has girlfriend.' Usagi
smiled. "I was just wondering if you knew where The Baka is. He's
usually here teasing me by now."
Motoki wasn't surprised by Usagi's curiosity, though she was convinced
she hated Mamoru, Motoki always thought there was something more
between those two. "He's at home sick with the flu."
Usagi's heart dropped, "sick?" She didn't want to think of her poor
Mamo-chan being sick. "Um... Motoki, do you think he would mind if I
went and checked on him?" She spoke softly and blushed slightly.
Motoki grinned, "I don't think he'll mind at all. He's probably going
crazy not being able to make fun of you." Usagi glared at him for that
comment. He laughed. "Just wait a sec and I'll give you some soup to
take over to him, and you'll probably need the address too?"
Usagi blushed again, "that would help."
Usagi followed the directions that Motoki had given her. When arrived
at his door she thought that maybe this was a bad idea. Her and Mamoru
weren't known for who well they got along, it was quite the opposite.
But the thought of her sick helpless Mamo-chan gave her the courage to
knock on the apartment door. She was surprised to see Mamoru-baka open
the door, she was expecting his mom or maybe his dad.
Mamoru blinked a few times to make sure what he was seeing was
Odango-atama and not a fever induced illusion. "Usagi?"
It broke her heart to look at Mamoru-baka. His skin was pale, his hair
was a mess and his eyes weren't the same dark blue. "Motoki said you
were sick," she looked down at the floor and spoke in a voice just
loud enough for Mamoru to hear her. "He said you wouldn't mind if I
came over to check up on you. He gave me this to give to you." She
showed him the container of soup. When she looked up at him she was
surprised to see him smiling.
"Thank you Usagi." Mamoru was surprised with how pleased he was to see
Usagi. He quietly led her into his apartment and sat down on his
couch.
Usagi was hesitant to join him, but she was already in the apartment
of her mortal enemy, sitting beside him on his couch shouldn't hurt.
"How are you feeling?" She asked quietly.
Mamoru had never seen Usagi so shy before, almost nervous. 'I guess I
would be nervous too if I went to someone's place if I thought they
hated me.' He felt bad, he didn't really hate Usagi; he wasn't even
sure why he picked on her all the time. If he saw some else picking on
his Usako, he'd kill them. "I've been better," he responded.
Usagi leaned over and gently put her hand on his forehead.
Mamoru closed his eyes. His heart was racing and he momentarily forgot
how to breathe. She gently brushed his hair out of his face then
pulled her hand. He opened his eyes and wished that her soft, gentle
hand was still touching him.
'Roses?' She asked herself, she just realised that Mamoru always
smelled like roses. 'One would think with all the times I crash into
him I would have noticed sooner.' She looked into Mamoru's dark blue
eyes and smiled, "I think you're starting to cool down, so you'll be
better in no time."
Mamoru smiled.
The two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, until Usagi's
curiosity got the better part of her. "So where are your parents? If I
was sick my mom would be right by my side taking care of me."
Mamoru glared at Usagi, "I think you should leave now."
Usagi was confused by Mamoru sudden change in mood. "Mamoru?"
"Get out Odango-atama!" He shouted.
Tears began to fall down Usagi's face, "I don't understand."
"Out!"
"Fine Mamoru-baka, I'm leaving. I'm sorry I ever came in the first
place!" She shouted back then stormed out the door.
Mamoru stared at the door, tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't
believe what he had just down. He wasn't even sure why he did it. She
didn't know about his parents, he never snapped like that at any of
the other people that asked about his parents. What's worse is that he
made her cry. His Usako was crying because of him. 'Usako?' He asked
himself, but he knew that wasn't the first time he referred to her as
Usako. He smiled as he thought of her, he could picture her so
perfectly in his head. Her tiny figure, her golden blond hair, her
beautiful blue eyes. His heart broke when he remembered what he had
just done to Usagi. He wouldn't be surprised if she never talked to
him again. He quickly got up to go after her, but was over come by
dizziness and fell back down.
"..." talking
'...' thinking
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Usagi looked around the crown arcade. Something about it just didn't
feel right, like there was something missing. She decided to take a
mental check list. Motoki? Check. Unazuki? Check. Rei? Ami? Minako?
Makoto? Check. Mamoru-baka? Che... The Baka wasn't there. Usagi found
it weird that she noticed his absence. 'I hope he's alright,' she
thought to herself.
"Usagi!" Rei shouted angrily, "could you do us a favour and pay
attention for once?"
Usagi looked at her friends and apologized.
"You better be sorry," Rei said hotly.
Usagi didn't feel like dealing with Rei at the moment. She looked at
her watch, "oh I have to go," she lied. She said goodbye and headed to
the door. 'Motoki would know about Mamoru.' She turned to the counter
were Motoki was working.
"Hey Usagi, what's up?"
'Motoki's always so nice and so cute. Too bad he has girlfriend.' Usagi
smiled. "I was just wondering if you knew where The Baka is. He's
usually here teasing me by now."
Motoki wasn't surprised by Usagi's curiosity, though she was convinced
she hated Mamoru, Motoki always thought there was something more
between those two. "He's at home sick with the flu."
Usagi's heart dropped, "sick?" She didn't want to think of her poor
Mamo-chan being sick. "Um... Motoki, do you think he would mind if I
went and checked on him?" She spoke softly and blushed slightly.
Motoki grinned, "I don't think he'll mind at all. He's probably going
crazy not being able to make fun of you." Usagi glared at him for that
comment. He laughed. "Just wait a sec and I'll give you some soup to
take over to him, and you'll probably need the address too?"
Usagi blushed again, "that would help."
Usagi followed the directions that Motoki had given her. When arrived
at his door she thought that maybe this was a bad idea. Her and Mamoru
weren't known for who well they got along, it was quite the opposite.
But the thought of her sick helpless Mamo-chan gave her the courage to
knock on the apartment door. She was surprised to see Mamoru-baka open
the door, she was expecting his mom or maybe his dad.
Mamoru blinked a few times to make sure what he was seeing was
Odango-atama and not a fever induced illusion. "Usagi?"
It broke her heart to look at Mamoru-baka. His skin was pale, his hair
was a mess and his eyes weren't the same dark blue. "Motoki said you
were sick," she looked down at the floor and spoke in a voice just
loud enough for Mamoru to hear her. "He said you wouldn't mind if I
came over to check up on you. He gave me this to give to you." She
showed him the container of soup. When she looked up at him she was
surprised to see him smiling.
"Thank you Usagi." Mamoru was surprised with how pleased he was to see
Usagi. He quietly led her into his apartment and sat down on his
couch.
Usagi was hesitant to join him, but she was already in the apartment
of her mortal enemy, sitting beside him on his couch shouldn't hurt.
"How are you feeling?" She asked quietly.
Mamoru had never seen Usagi so shy before, almost nervous. 'I guess I
would be nervous too if I went to someone's place if I thought they
hated me.' He felt bad, he didn't really hate Usagi; he wasn't even
sure why he picked on her all the time. If he saw some else picking on
his Usako, he'd kill them. "I've been better," he responded.
Usagi leaned over and gently put her hand on his forehead.
Mamoru closed his eyes. His heart was racing and he momentarily forgot
how to breathe. She gently brushed his hair out of his face then
pulled her hand. He opened his eyes and wished that her soft, gentle
hand was still touching him.
'Roses?' She asked herself, she just realised that Mamoru always
smelled like roses. 'One would think with all the times I crash into
him I would have noticed sooner.' She looked into Mamoru's dark blue
eyes and smiled, "I think you're starting to cool down, so you'll be
better in no time."
Mamoru smiled.
The two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, until Usagi's
curiosity got the better part of her. "So where are your parents? If I
was sick my mom would be right by my side taking care of me."
Mamoru glared at Usagi, "I think you should leave now."
Usagi was confused by Mamoru sudden change in mood. "Mamoru?"
"Get out Odango-atama!" He shouted.
Tears began to fall down Usagi's face, "I don't understand."
"Out!"
"Fine Mamoru-baka, I'm leaving. I'm sorry I ever came in the first
place!" She shouted back then stormed out the door.
Mamoru stared at the door, tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't
believe what he had just down. He wasn't even sure why he did it. She
didn't know about his parents, he never snapped like that at any of
the other people that asked about his parents. What's worse is that he
made her cry. His Usako was crying because of him. 'Usako?' He asked
himself, but he knew that wasn't the first time he referred to her as
Usako. He smiled as he thought of her, he could picture her so
perfectly in his head. Her tiny figure, her golden blond hair, her
beautiful blue eyes. His heart broke when he remembered what he had
just done to Usagi. He wouldn't be surprised if she never talked to
him again. He quickly got up to go after her, but was over come by
dizziness and fell back down.