Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Days ❯ Prologue - Two years is a long time ( Prologue )
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By: CattyKitty 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 662 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.29.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 662 | Status: Completed
CattyKitty
Hello everyone! I'm really excited. This is my first story and I have been working on it for ages. No one else has read this so my apologies if there are some mistakes I haven't caught; I have edited to the best of my ability. Hope you all enjoy the story!
(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. The story is my original and I write for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Seven Days
Prologue
Two years is a long time
*Usagi*
Usagi had just gotten out of school and decided to take a different route home. She couldn't believe that she had gotten another freaking thirty on her test. A thirty out of a hundred! How embarrassing! She needed to buy herself some time in order to come up with a good enough excuse to tell her parents.
So far, this was all she could think of: She had a horrible stomach ache that day and couldn't concentrate on her test... She never remembered learning any of the material covered on the exam... The teacher hated her because she overheard her tell Naru that she looked fat in the dress she was wearing...
And while all of those were actually true, she knew her parents would only reprimand her harder if she gave them another excuse. It was only the beginning of the year and yet she didn't know how she had already managed to screw up so horribly. She was such a bad student... Depressed, she walked slowly until she heard the tinkling of bells of automatic doors making her look up from the sidewalk.
She stood in front of the entrance of Crown Arcade: the supposedly 'totally fun and hip way to spend your days after school!' according to the flier Naru had given her yesterday. They were supposed to have come together to check it out, but Naru had to go to a doctors appointment and since Usagi wasn't in a rush to get home anyhow, she decided that today would be as good as any day to pass by.
Standing in front of the large windows, she could see very clearly inside the game center. To her amazement, there where were dozens of playing stations with all the variety of games that one could ever dream of! Interestingly too, there was a large counter that you could buy food from and booths toward the back to eat and relax. This was the JACKPOT! She couldn't believe that a place so amazing existed without her knowing and it was right smack dab in between her way home and school. She squealed; she knew exactly where she'd be spending her weekends!
She was about to go in, but quickly forced herself to keep back. It wouldn't be a good idea to get her hopes up from this place only to have them shattered later on when she got home. Should she torture herself by having the memory of this place to think of as she sat grounded in her room for the next couple of weeks?
Probably not, but... oh the temptation! She had no doubt that within this marvelous haven, she'd find entertainment for hours on end, but if she stepped inside this arcade right now who knew when she'd come back out. If only she weren't grounded, she'd come here every day, but she was sure that there would be absolutely no way that she'd leave the house for at least another month after her father saw her sorry test score. However....
What her parents didn't know couldn't hurt her. And in that instant it was decided: she wasn't going to tell them about the test! She promised herself that she'd become friends with that new smart girl that was in her homeroom this year, Mizuno Ami. She was sure that her smartness could eventually rub off onto her if they'd hung out enough.
She crumpled up the stupid test and flung it over her shoulder. Good riddance! Her worries were immediately lifted from her shoulders and she suddenly felt free! Oh Sailor V, here she came!
"A thirty? Really? How more pathetic can you be?" She heard a snickering come from behind her. At first she ignored it; it was no one that she knew. But as the meaning of the words sunk in right before she took a step into the arcade, she quickly spun around. Who the hell was this busybody anyway?
She looked to find a tall dark haired guy with her wrinkled exam sheet smoothed out in his hand, looking at her disbelievingly. He was a couple of years older than her and was wearing a crisp white shirt with a black blazer casually slung over his shoulder. His eyes were like the night sky, his skin perfectly tan, jaw wonderfully masculine... Had she not been ticked off at his comment, she might have just swooned at his raw perfection.
He was hands down the best-looking guy she'd ever seen, but who even walked around dressed like that in the shopping district anyway? She stared at him for a moment, not sure if to believe that he was entirely real, but as she saw an infuriatingly condescending frown cross his features, she realized then, that angels weren't capable of such sinful facial expressions. Anger bubbled up inside her at his pitying stare.
"Excuse me!" she screeched. "Mind you own business, you jerk!" She snatched her paper back from him.
"I'm the one who should be mad, you just threw this at my head!" he argued angrily, placing dark sunglasses on his face. "Next time warn people before you start throwing your crap around, Odango Atama!" and he walked away.
She stood there rooted to the spot. She could not believe that a complete stranger had just embarrassed her like that! Who did he think he was calling her names! She did not look like an odango! She couldn't believe the nerve of this guy--insulting a helpless schoolgirl such as herself!
She stomped into the arcade and let herself breathe in the lovely smell of food, while listening to the game sounds as they helped to calm her. Relax, Usagi; there was no reason for her to get so worked up over a guy--no, an asshole--that she was never going to see again.
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*Mamoru*
Mamoru couldn't believe that he'd known Usagi for a year already and she still hadn't changed one bit. She kept telling Motoki that she was going to be more ladylike and poised, but it was all lies! Here she was once again throwing a tantrum because her teacher had given them a pop quiz that morning and she had failed it--again. No surprise there.
"But we studied together, Ami-chan! How can this happen?!" she wailed to her friends, complaining on and on about how her teacher hated her.
He wasn't even sitting next to them and he could hear her from across the room. Goodness! Did she ever shut up? No longer being able to take it, he stormed over to her, slamming his hands against the table and effectively ending her damn whining.
"Do you ever know how to shut up?" he demanded, pissed that she was interrupting his studying. "Your fucking wailing is driving me crazy! Cut the crap and actually study next time if you don't want to be such a failure!" He wasn't yelling, but he was sure as hell angry. Both Rei and Ami looked at him timidly as he scolded Usagi, but he ignored them. His fight was with Usagi and he was going to make sure that she listened to him.
Usagi, however, wasn't having any of his crap and briskly stood up with a pointed finger into his chest, blowing up on him as fast as he'd done her. She repeatedly poked him every time she made a different point about why she believed he was such a jackass (with none of them being true, of course). He just stood there, soaking up her insults until she turned red in the face from all her yelling and then finally smacked her hand away from touching him as she finished her rant.
"And if you weren't such an arrogant loser maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be so foul as to pick on an innocent, young, blameless girl!" she yelled and he almost laughed at that. Girl? HA! Child was more like it!
"You little brat! You don't know a damn thing about me, so watch it before I put you back into line!" he roared and she stood gaping at him, not believing that he had actually threatened her. Oh he may be intimidating for show sometimes, but she better believe that this dog definitely knew how to bite! Usagi quickly recovered from her shock and took a deep breath in, preparing for her next angry rave.
"Hey, keep it down!" Motoki tried quieting them, placing his hand into his shoulder and cutting them both off. "What the hell did I tell you guys? If you can't act civilized, then leave!" Motoki gave him a peculiar look, knowing that he was better than this.
Motoki was right. In the end Mamoru was the one that looked dumb arguing with a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, but he couldn't help it. She just did everything possible to get under his skin. He came to the arcade because it used to be a place where he could actually get some peace, but ever since Odango became a regular, he hasn't had a relaxing day in forever!
He couldn't think of even one good quality about her. She was loud and obnoxious, clumsy and stubborn; could a person get any worse than that? And to top it all off, she had taken to an immediate dislike to him ever since the day they'd met and even went purposely out of her way to annoy him. In the beginning he thought it was cute; a little middle schooler trying to get his attention, but as her insults began to get harsher, he finally realized that she was just snotty bitch!
Motoki was always trying to remind him that she was just a kid, but she couldn't act off that excuse forever. She had to grow up eventually and when she did, he would be there to prove to Motoki that the beast never changes! He doubted that high school or even college would stop her from acting immaturely against him and that the only way to get her to change would be to teach her a lesson not to mess with him. Not that he wanted to beat her up or anything, but how he longed to ruff her up a bit! She just needed a good shaking to cure her from that despicable mouth on her.
If she didn't talk so much, he might even consider her pretty cute. She had nice wide bright blue eyes and her hair curiously shined like gold in the sun, but it was all that noise that came out when she opened her mouth that drowned out all of her redeemable features. Seriously, how could anyone think of her as attractive when she yapped nonstop?
He went back to his booth and started packing up his things and shoving them into his bag. He had more than enough trash talk for one day. He left the arcade without saying good-bye to Motoki, but knew that he'd understand. He needed to get away from the girl that managed to ruin his afternoons with her nonsense and throw himself into the arms of a real woman that understood exactly how to treat a man the right way.
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*Motoki*
Although it had been almost two years since Mamoru and Usagi had known each other, he couldn't say that much had changed; they still argued when they saw each other. The insults had toned down though and it was rare that either of them would be yelling anymore. Maybe it was that they were both finally maturing, or at least, that was what he'd hoped.
Usagi hadn't physically changed all that much; she didn't get much taller and she still ate like a pig without her gaining any weight. She still talked and goofed around just as much as before, constantly joking around with her friends in their favorite booth in the back if the arcade. But he had to admit that she had grown quite a bit: she was no longer a cry baby as she had been when they'd first met and she didn't whine nearly as much as she had just last year. Yeah, she did fight with Mamoru, but for the most part she won on almost every occasion.
Mamoru, it seemed, was losing his touch with her (or maybe he had matured at bit as well), actually dropping perfect opportunities he deemed as too sensitive. Like a time when her tampon had rolled out of her purse and he'd just handed in back silently. She thanked him quietly, completely mortified, but didn't argue with him for the next couple of days. Or when they had heard through Ami that Usagi's father had been seriously injured at work, Mamoru just let her pick on him without a single retort for the entire time her father was in the hospital.
So maybe they had come to a kind of civil understanding between them because even Usagi didn't go as deep as she once had. When Mamoru had accidentally let slip the history about his parents in the middle of an argument, Usagi pretended to not have heard him. She ended the topic early by saying that their reasons for arguing were dumb and promptly left the arcade.
But days like today--for example--left his mind boggled and further questioned the relationship forming between those two. Right now, he and Mamoru were at the arcade waiting for the rest of their friends to meet up with them because they were going snowboarding for the weekend. He was currently finishing some paperwork behind the cash register while Mamoru was sitting with some girl they'd met through mutual acquaintances who was also coming on the trip with them.
Usagi had walked in just a couple of minutes ago and scanned the place for her friends (who were surprisingly not here). She'd immediately spotted the couple and started eying them curiously, before making her way to him. First thing she did was ask him if that was Mamoru's girlfriend. He'd been surprised at her question, but answered it anyway.
"Trust me, that's not a word in his vocabulary," he said simply. She nodded in agreement, before sitting--rather pensively--on the stool next to him.
And she had been sitting there for the past ten minutes, without muttering a word. Personally he was glad for it, because Usagi usually chatted up a storm that once she started, it was impossible to get her to quit. Besides, he really wanted to hurry and finish his work so that he didn't have to think about it over his weekend and hopefully have a relaxing time at the slopes, but he was as curious ever to know what was on her mind.
Usagi was nonchalantly looking at the table to where Mamoru was at because from the angle she was sitting, they were right in front of her vision. Motoki followed her gaze to see what was so interesting and to hopefully learn what was making her look at them so engagingly... Mamoru and that girl (whose name was not important enough for him to remember) were getting quite cozy indeed, currently kissing in a manner none too modest. He turned back to Usagi; her face was perfectly neutral with the exception of a nearly unnoticeable worried crease on her brow.
"So what are your plans for the weekend?" she asked him casually, a light smile on her lips. He tried to read if it was fake or not, (was she jealous?) but he couldn't tell; she looked pretty normal.
"Mamoru and I are going skiing with a couple of friends," he answered and her gaze briefly went back to the couple. He knew that she was probably wondering if the girl was coming along too. She nodded at his answer and suddenly got up off the stool, making her way to the booth where Mamoru and the girl were. "What are you going to do?" he called after her when he realized her destination, but she ignored him. Just what was she thinking?
He watched Usagi carefully as she slid into the seat in front of the couple and they both looked at her blankly. Not even half a second passed after Usagi said something, when he saw Mamoru's face turn red with rage and the girl's eyes widen (in fear?). All three of them looked incredibly tense and after Usagi said a couple more things, the girl excused herself hurriedly before practically running out of the arcade alone.
Motoki quickly made his way over to them; the look that Mamoru was giving Usagi was a purely sinister one and he felt incredibly worried for her safety. By the time he reached their table though, Mamoru had already left through the opposite exit, tense and tight-lipped. He looked at Usagi bewildered; what in the world did she do?
"Usa, what happened?" he asked her, ready to call after Mamoru.
"Crabs is like, an STD, right?" she asked him randomly, a tiny smile on her lips. He nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." he said, suddenly getting a clue as to what might of transpired. Usagi beamed before skipping away happily.
"Okay! Just wanted to make sure! See ya later, Motoki-kun! Have fun skiing!" and Usagi went to meet up with her friends that had just conveniently arrived, leaving him to go after one incredibly pissed Mamoru all on his own.
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-CattyKitty :)
Hello everyone! I'm really excited. This is my first story and I have been working on it for ages. No one else has read this so my apologies if there are some mistakes I haven't caught; I have edited to the best of my ability. Hope you all enjoy the story!
(Standard disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters of which I am writing about. The story is my original and I write for fun without compensation. All characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.)
Seven Days
Prologue
Two years is a long time
*Usagi*
Usagi had just gotten out of school and decided to take a different route home. She couldn't believe that she had gotten another freaking thirty on her test. A thirty out of a hundred! How embarrassing! She needed to buy herself some time in order to come up with a good enough excuse to tell her parents.
So far, this was all she could think of: She had a horrible stomach ache that day and couldn't concentrate on her test... She never remembered learning any of the material covered on the exam... The teacher hated her because she overheard her tell Naru that she looked fat in the dress she was wearing...
And while all of those were actually true, she knew her parents would only reprimand her harder if she gave them another excuse. It was only the beginning of the year and yet she didn't know how she had already managed to screw up so horribly. She was such a bad student... Depressed, she walked slowly until she heard the tinkling of bells of automatic doors making her look up from the sidewalk.
She stood in front of the entrance of Crown Arcade: the supposedly 'totally fun and hip way to spend your days after school!' according to the flier Naru had given her yesterday. They were supposed to have come together to check it out, but Naru had to go to a doctors appointment and since Usagi wasn't in a rush to get home anyhow, she decided that today would be as good as any day to pass by.
Standing in front of the large windows, she could see very clearly inside the game center. To her amazement, there where were dozens of playing stations with all the variety of games that one could ever dream of! Interestingly too, there was a large counter that you could buy food from and booths toward the back to eat and relax. This was the JACKPOT! She couldn't believe that a place so amazing existed without her knowing and it was right smack dab in between her way home and school. She squealed; she knew exactly where she'd be spending her weekends!
She was about to go in, but quickly forced herself to keep back. It wouldn't be a good idea to get her hopes up from this place only to have them shattered later on when she got home. Should she torture herself by having the memory of this place to think of as she sat grounded in her room for the next couple of weeks?
Probably not, but... oh the temptation! She had no doubt that within this marvelous haven, she'd find entertainment for hours on end, but if she stepped inside this arcade right now who knew when she'd come back out. If only she weren't grounded, she'd come here every day, but she was sure that there would be absolutely no way that she'd leave the house for at least another month after her father saw her sorry test score. However....
What her parents didn't know couldn't hurt her. And in that instant it was decided: she wasn't going to tell them about the test! She promised herself that she'd become friends with that new smart girl that was in her homeroom this year, Mizuno Ami. She was sure that her smartness could eventually rub off onto her if they'd hung out enough.
She crumpled up the stupid test and flung it over her shoulder. Good riddance! Her worries were immediately lifted from her shoulders and she suddenly felt free! Oh Sailor V, here she came!
"A thirty? Really? How more pathetic can you be?" She heard a snickering come from behind her. At first she ignored it; it was no one that she knew. But as the meaning of the words sunk in right before she took a step into the arcade, she quickly spun around. Who the hell was this busybody anyway?
She looked to find a tall dark haired guy with her wrinkled exam sheet smoothed out in his hand, looking at her disbelievingly. He was a couple of years older than her and was wearing a crisp white shirt with a black blazer casually slung over his shoulder. His eyes were like the night sky, his skin perfectly tan, jaw wonderfully masculine... Had she not been ticked off at his comment, she might have just swooned at his raw perfection.
He was hands down the best-looking guy she'd ever seen, but who even walked around dressed like that in the shopping district anyway? She stared at him for a moment, not sure if to believe that he was entirely real, but as she saw an infuriatingly condescending frown cross his features, she realized then, that angels weren't capable of such sinful facial expressions. Anger bubbled up inside her at his pitying stare.
"Excuse me!" she screeched. "Mind you own business, you jerk!" She snatched her paper back from him.
"I'm the one who should be mad, you just threw this at my head!" he argued angrily, placing dark sunglasses on his face. "Next time warn people before you start throwing your crap around, Odango Atama!" and he walked away.
She stood there rooted to the spot. She could not believe that a complete stranger had just embarrassed her like that! Who did he think he was calling her names! She did not look like an odango! She couldn't believe the nerve of this guy--insulting a helpless schoolgirl such as herself!
She stomped into the arcade and let herself breathe in the lovely smell of food, while listening to the game sounds as they helped to calm her. Relax, Usagi; there was no reason for her to get so worked up over a guy--no, an asshole--that she was never going to see again.
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*Mamoru*
Mamoru couldn't believe that he'd known Usagi for a year already and she still hadn't changed one bit. She kept telling Motoki that she was going to be more ladylike and poised, but it was all lies! Here she was once again throwing a tantrum because her teacher had given them a pop quiz that morning and she had failed it--again. No surprise there.
"But we studied together, Ami-chan! How can this happen?!" she wailed to her friends, complaining on and on about how her teacher hated her.
He wasn't even sitting next to them and he could hear her from across the room. Goodness! Did she ever shut up? No longer being able to take it, he stormed over to her, slamming his hands against the table and effectively ending her damn whining.
"Do you ever know how to shut up?" he demanded, pissed that she was interrupting his studying. "Your fucking wailing is driving me crazy! Cut the crap and actually study next time if you don't want to be such a failure!" He wasn't yelling, but he was sure as hell angry. Both Rei and Ami looked at him timidly as he scolded Usagi, but he ignored them. His fight was with Usagi and he was going to make sure that she listened to him.
Usagi, however, wasn't having any of his crap and briskly stood up with a pointed finger into his chest, blowing up on him as fast as he'd done her. She repeatedly poked him every time she made a different point about why she believed he was such a jackass (with none of them being true, of course). He just stood there, soaking up her insults until she turned red in the face from all her yelling and then finally smacked her hand away from touching him as she finished her rant.
"And if you weren't such an arrogant loser maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't be so foul as to pick on an innocent, young, blameless girl!" she yelled and he almost laughed at that. Girl? HA! Child was more like it!
"You little brat! You don't know a damn thing about me, so watch it before I put you back into line!" he roared and she stood gaping at him, not believing that he had actually threatened her. Oh he may be intimidating for show sometimes, but she better believe that this dog definitely knew how to bite! Usagi quickly recovered from her shock and took a deep breath in, preparing for her next angry rave.
"Hey, keep it down!" Motoki tried quieting them, placing his hand into his shoulder and cutting them both off. "What the hell did I tell you guys? If you can't act civilized, then leave!" Motoki gave him a peculiar look, knowing that he was better than this.
Motoki was right. In the end Mamoru was the one that looked dumb arguing with a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, but he couldn't help it. She just did everything possible to get under his skin. He came to the arcade because it used to be a place where he could actually get some peace, but ever since Odango became a regular, he hasn't had a relaxing day in forever!
He couldn't think of even one good quality about her. She was loud and obnoxious, clumsy and stubborn; could a person get any worse than that? And to top it all off, she had taken to an immediate dislike to him ever since the day they'd met and even went purposely out of her way to annoy him. In the beginning he thought it was cute; a little middle schooler trying to get his attention, but as her insults began to get harsher, he finally realized that she was just snotty bitch!
Motoki was always trying to remind him that she was just a kid, but she couldn't act off that excuse forever. She had to grow up eventually and when she did, he would be there to prove to Motoki that the beast never changes! He doubted that high school or even college would stop her from acting immaturely against him and that the only way to get her to change would be to teach her a lesson not to mess with him. Not that he wanted to beat her up or anything, but how he longed to ruff her up a bit! She just needed a good shaking to cure her from that despicable mouth on her.
If she didn't talk so much, he might even consider her pretty cute. She had nice wide bright blue eyes and her hair curiously shined like gold in the sun, but it was all that noise that came out when she opened her mouth that drowned out all of her redeemable features. Seriously, how could anyone think of her as attractive when she yapped nonstop?
He went back to his booth and started packing up his things and shoving them into his bag. He had more than enough trash talk for one day. He left the arcade without saying good-bye to Motoki, but knew that he'd understand. He needed to get away from the girl that managed to ruin his afternoons with her nonsense and throw himself into the arms of a real woman that understood exactly how to treat a man the right way.
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*Motoki*
Although it had been almost two years since Mamoru and Usagi had known each other, he couldn't say that much had changed; they still argued when they saw each other. The insults had toned down though and it was rare that either of them would be yelling anymore. Maybe it was that they were both finally maturing, or at least, that was what he'd hoped.
Usagi hadn't physically changed all that much; she didn't get much taller and she still ate like a pig without her gaining any weight. She still talked and goofed around just as much as before, constantly joking around with her friends in their favorite booth in the back if the arcade. But he had to admit that she had grown quite a bit: she was no longer a cry baby as she had been when they'd first met and she didn't whine nearly as much as she had just last year. Yeah, she did fight with Mamoru, but for the most part she won on almost every occasion.
Mamoru, it seemed, was losing his touch with her (or maybe he had matured at bit as well), actually dropping perfect opportunities he deemed as too sensitive. Like a time when her tampon had rolled out of her purse and he'd just handed in back silently. She thanked him quietly, completely mortified, but didn't argue with him for the next couple of days. Or when they had heard through Ami that Usagi's father had been seriously injured at work, Mamoru just let her pick on him without a single retort for the entire time her father was in the hospital.
So maybe they had come to a kind of civil understanding between them because even Usagi didn't go as deep as she once had. When Mamoru had accidentally let slip the history about his parents in the middle of an argument, Usagi pretended to not have heard him. She ended the topic early by saying that their reasons for arguing were dumb and promptly left the arcade.
But days like today--for example--left his mind boggled and further questioned the relationship forming between those two. Right now, he and Mamoru were at the arcade waiting for the rest of their friends to meet up with them because they were going snowboarding for the weekend. He was currently finishing some paperwork behind the cash register while Mamoru was sitting with some girl they'd met through mutual acquaintances who was also coming on the trip with them.
Usagi had walked in just a couple of minutes ago and scanned the place for her friends (who were surprisingly not here). She'd immediately spotted the couple and started eying them curiously, before making her way to him. First thing she did was ask him if that was Mamoru's girlfriend. He'd been surprised at her question, but answered it anyway.
"Trust me, that's not a word in his vocabulary," he said simply. She nodded in agreement, before sitting--rather pensively--on the stool next to him.
And she had been sitting there for the past ten minutes, without muttering a word. Personally he was glad for it, because Usagi usually chatted up a storm that once she started, it was impossible to get her to quit. Besides, he really wanted to hurry and finish his work so that he didn't have to think about it over his weekend and hopefully have a relaxing time at the slopes, but he was as curious ever to know what was on her mind.
Usagi was nonchalantly looking at the table to where Mamoru was at because from the angle she was sitting, they were right in front of her vision. Motoki followed her gaze to see what was so interesting and to hopefully learn what was making her look at them so engagingly... Mamoru and that girl (whose name was not important enough for him to remember) were getting quite cozy indeed, currently kissing in a manner none too modest. He turned back to Usagi; her face was perfectly neutral with the exception of a nearly unnoticeable worried crease on her brow.
"So what are your plans for the weekend?" she asked him casually, a light smile on her lips. He tried to read if it was fake or not, (was she jealous?) but he couldn't tell; she looked pretty normal.
"Mamoru and I are going skiing with a couple of friends," he answered and her gaze briefly went back to the couple. He knew that she was probably wondering if the girl was coming along too. She nodded at his answer and suddenly got up off the stool, making her way to the booth where Mamoru and the girl were. "What are you going to do?" he called after her when he realized her destination, but she ignored him. Just what was she thinking?
He watched Usagi carefully as she slid into the seat in front of the couple and they both looked at her blankly. Not even half a second passed after Usagi said something, when he saw Mamoru's face turn red with rage and the girl's eyes widen (in fear?). All three of them looked incredibly tense and after Usagi said a couple more things, the girl excused herself hurriedly before practically running out of the arcade alone.
Motoki quickly made his way over to them; the look that Mamoru was giving Usagi was a purely sinister one and he felt incredibly worried for her safety. By the time he reached their table though, Mamoru had already left through the opposite exit, tense and tight-lipped. He looked at Usagi bewildered; what in the world did she do?
"Usa, what happened?" he asked her, ready to call after Mamoru.
"Crabs is like, an STD, right?" she asked him randomly, a tiny smile on her lips. He nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." he said, suddenly getting a clue as to what might of transpired. Usagi beamed before skipping away happily.
"Okay! Just wanted to make sure! See ya later, Motoki-kun! Have fun skiing!" and Usagi went to meet up with her friends that had just conveniently arrived, leaving him to go after one incredibly pissed Mamoru all on his own.
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