Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Try to Resist ❯ Chapter 4
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By: Serenitas 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 489 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 489 | Status: Completed
Hello all and welcome to another chapter! I'm so glad that everyone is loving this story! Here is another insomnia-induced chapter. I never thought that so many people would like my acidic and sarcastic comments that I'm finally starting to run out of. If anyone has any contributions, please send them my way! Read and review, but be kind. No Flames! Standard disclaimers here!
Mamoru groaned when he woke up, feeling as though his head had been through some kind of stampede and taken the rest of him along for the ride. Slowly opening his eyes, he slammed them shut again when the morning sunlight tore into him and made his stomach heave. He would have sworn he was hung-over, but he didn't remember even touching any alcohol. Rolling over and moaning, he cradled his head in his hands as he remembered with horror everything he had done over the last few days. According to Motoki, when he had finally come around, Minako had put some kind of truth serum in his coffee making him tell Usagi everything he wanted to keep hidden. Every time she saw him she jumped up and ran out of the café, unable and unwilling to talk to him about this. Minako had sworn that the effects of the serum would wear off…eventually.
Slowly crawling out of his bed, he made his way to the bathroom for a much needed shower. Standing under the pulsing water, he shook his head, the weekend becoming clearer. He and Usagi had certainly exchanged more than their fair share of insults to be certain. He smiled as he remembered Usagi pointing at him and screaming: "You! Out of the gene pool!"
He had been ready to kill Minako when Motoki finally managed to tell him about being drugged. Minako had defended herself saying drastic measures were necessary in this battle, and besides, now he knew that Usagi had feelings for him as well. He shook his head, he DIDN'T want to have feelings for Usagi, he didn't want to think that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he certainly didn't want to think that she was his little hellcat who fought like a screaming banshee when her back was to the wall. When he realize half his thoughts of her were laced with pride, he shook his head. He had it bad. How was he going to fix this mess Minako had made? Making a mental note to kill Minako just as soon as he felt better, he turned off the shower and made his way to his kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee.
Minako sighed in irritability. This had been a difficult weekend, first with Motoki informing Mamoru he had been drugged. In one of his more lucid moments, he had tried to kill her and she was very angry that he couldn't have been grateful. All emotions were out and known now, and all Usagi and Mamoru could do was still fight. The fact that she had invested nearly a hundred dollars in the secret pool made her want to get them together even more. "How am I going to do this?" she mused out loud.
Artemis choked. "Minako, don't you think you've done quite enough?"
"I have not yet begun to try and force those two together!" she exclaimed.
"You keep this up and they'll kill you." Artemis advised.
"As long as they do it together." She giggled. "I have an idea."
"NO!" Artemis' eyes were wide. "No more ideas Minako! I beg of you! Just leave it! You've done enough damage."
Minako shook her head. "You just don't understand Artemis, I can't do that!" she winked at him. "You're just jealous that the voices in my head are talking to me."
"At this point I believe there are voices in your head." Artemis shook his head.
"Just leave everything to me, and it'll all work out." She smiled, reassuringly.
Somehow, Artemis was not convinced.
Usagi sighed with joy as she sat in detention, one place where she didn't have to worry about running into Chiba Mamoru. This had been the strangest weekend she had ever lived through, with Mamoru one minute fighting the good fight and the next minute spouting how she was his 'Usako' and would be his own. She didn't see the devious gleam in Haruna's eyes. "Usagi, I've decided to let you go early today."
Her eyes flew open. "Nani? Demo Haruna-sensei…" she squeaked.
Ms. Haruna shook her head, remembering Friday afternoon. She had followed her to the café and had sat in it while Usagi had fought with that very cute gentleman. She had never laughed so hard in her life, and her stomach still hurt. For that kind of entertainment, she was willing to let Usagi out of detention early. "No I know you've learned your lesson about being late and doing homework," she began. 'That'll be the day.' She thought. "And I've decided to let you go. Find your friends and form a study circle."
Usagi eyed her teacher suspiciously, knowing her too well. It had been a cosmic joke when Haruna had begun teaching at her high school, a fact that neither one of them liked. Nodding, she grabbed her briefcase and headed towards the café, wishing her friends would go back to the arcade. She didn't notice Haruna and a few other teachers following her, money exchanging hands. "Kitten." Haruka nodded, smiling at Usagi as she entered. Her cheek still sported a bruise from where Mamoru had punched her the other day. Of course Mamoru had been knocked in the jaw for that and so things were even.
"Hi Haruka." She smiled. She turned to Motoki. "Can I have a milkshake?"
"Coming up." He smiled. Walking over the counter he peered behind it. "Minako get the hell out of there."
"I need to put a few drops of this stuff in her drink." She giggled.
"No more of that truth serum." Motoki shook his head. "Mamoru still isn't right."
"Never was." Minako replied. "I TOLD you that drastic measures need to be taken…" she trailed off, her eyes lighting up.
"Oh no." Motoki muttered, not trusting that look for a single second. "Not that look."
Minako giggled, sounding amazingly like a monkey. "I have an idea." She sang out.
Motoki's eyes widened in horror as she ran from the café. "Oh no."
"Hi Motoki," Mamoru greeted as he slid into his seat. "Give me a coffee in the largest cup that you have and keep it coming."
"How are you doing today?"
"The damn serum she gave me finally wore off and now I feel like they're holding a drum competition in my head."
"Usagi's here."
"Oh not her again." Mamoru said angrily. "If she insults me one more time…"
"You started this whole thing." Motoki pointed out.
"Oh just shut up and pour." Mamoru snapped. He heard Usagi giggle and saw her sipping a milkshake, a blissful expression on her beautiful face. Unable to stop himself, he crept over listening to her conversation with Haruka. "The earth is full Odango," he said leaning over her. "Go home."
Usagi's face drained of colour as it registered to him just what he had said. "Mamoru, if you're not a haemorrhoid, get off my ass." She snapped.
"Oh the rapier-like wit of Tsukino Usagi rides again!"
Usagi stood, her hands on her hips. "And here we have Chiba Mamoru who is cleverly disguised as a responsible adult."
"Ouch, try a little harder Odango."
"My name is Usagi you halfwit dumbshit."
"Language my little bunny." He winked at her. "Can't have you corrupting the other people now can we?"
"Listen you scum sucking bottom feeder…" Usagi drew in a breath, ready to launch another attack.
"Nooo!" Haruka moaned. "I can't take any more of this!"
"Hear hear!" the cheer went up from all around them.
Motoki shook his head. "I'm really sorry to have to do this, but until you two learn to get along, you are banned both from the arcade and the café here. I'm really sorry, but enough is enough. Learn to get along would you?"
Usagi and Mamoru glared at each other. "This is all your fault!" she screeched. "Now what will I do after school?"
"Homework maybe?" he countered.
"Oh push off." She shook her head. "How dare you talk to me…"
"You're the one who keeps attacking me!" he retorted.
"You deserve it!"
"Blonde, ditzy, pasty faced, flat chested…"
"What is it with you and my chest?" Usagi shrieked.
"It's not there!" Mamoru responded.
"Ecchi!" she yelled at him. "You scoundrel…half witted…can't tell his head from his ass…fashion deprived…mentally stunted…inbred…moronic…imbecilic…" she sputtered.
He winked at her. "I think you are finally starting to repeat yourself Usagi. Your vocabulary has run out at last."
Usagi shrieked with rage and prepared to throw herself at him. Mamoru grinned deciding to teach his hellcat a lesson. He caught her as she fought like all the devils in hell to get her hands near his throat, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her hands fell as a look of confusion flitted across her face. He was convinced there was no attraction, he had spoken under Minako's drugs and said whatever Minako wanted him to say. He hated her and there was nothing there. He was teaching her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. "Let me go." She now struggled to get away.
"Why? You've been throwing yourself at me for the last few days and it would be impolite not to take you up on the offer."
A snort of laughter came from Haruka who had tears in her eyes. "Shut up Haruka." Usagi snapped.
"Yes O fearless leader." She sniggered.
"You know I'm not attracted to you, Minako drugged me in some way and that's why I've acted strangely all weekend."
"I know that half-wit." She scoffed. "I may think you're cute but you have a minus zero personality and I certainly don't love you."
"Is there a village missing its idiots?" Haruka called out looking around. "Anyone here who believes that these two aren't attracted to each other please raise your hand now."
Not a soul in the café raised their hand. Usagi's eyes widened in horror. "Y…you think I LIKE this arrogant sonofa…"
"You think I'm attracted to this Odango haired…"
"YES!" everyone yelled back at him.
"Oh goddess." Usagi moaned, letting her head fall and rest against his chest for a moment. "The whole town thinks I'm in love with you."
Mamoru stiffened, certain Usagi didn't realize she was leaning into the embrace instead of pulling away. "Well you laying on me like that certainly doesn't help your image any." He pointed out.
Usagi once more began fighting to get away. "Release me."
"In a moment." Mamoru said, his eyes dancing. "Let's prove once and for all that there is nothing but insults between us shall we?" he grinned.
"What are you talking about?" Usagi questioned, not trusting him in the slightest.
Mamoru didn't answer, just lifted her chin with one hand and pulled her closer, lowering his lips to hers. Cheers, hoots and whistles filled the café as he kissed her, silencing her acidic tongue at last. What had started as a kiss to prove that there was nothing between them was rapidly growing into more as he realized just how wrong he was. She tasted of strawberries and was intoxicating. Every sense in him screamed at him to end it, to wash his mouth out, that this was Odango Atama he was kissing. Ignoring everything logical stampeding through his mind, he arched her back and deepened the kiss, ignoring the flash of cameras as people photographed this 'may-never-happen-again-in-this-lifetime' event.
Usagi held onto Mamoru for dear life, unable to get free of his arms and discovering that she really didn't want to. She had never known what a kiss could be like before, all of hers having been swift pecks from guys she went to school with. She had never known that a kiss could make you sweat like this, could make your heart pound. She was quite certain that if he let her go she'd sink to the floor because her legs would no longer hold her. 'Think girl!' her mind prodded her. 'Try to resist him! This is you worst enemy! This is the biggest bastard in Juuban! This is…' 'Oh shut up.' Another part of her mind said. 'An incredibly hot guy is kissing you and you're listening to us? Where are your priorities?' 'He's just using you…' a malicious voice added. It was that voice that broke through. Bringing her arms from around his neck where they had been resting in his hair, she ran them down his chest and pushed him away. His eyes were a dusky midnight blue, glazed slightly with passion. With a start she realized that it was passion for her and blushed. "How dare you manhandle me that way!" she shouted as soon as she had drawn in a shaky breath.
"I didn't hear you complaining!" he retorted, running shaking hands through his hair.
"Now THAT was a kiss!" Haruka nudged him. "Should I act like an older brother now and tell you about the rules for dating Usagi?"
"WE aren't dating!" Usagi shrieked. "He'll never touch me again!"
"Even though you want me to?" he murmured. "I told you that you'd crave my touch."
"I DON'T crave your touch dumbass!"
"Of course you don't. Well, you just keep telling yourself that then." He winked at her.
Usagi turned on her heel and stormed out, at a loss for words but unable to concede defeat. Not to him. Not ever. "You are the most ill-bred, uncouth, boorish, full-of-himself, stuffed shirt of a lout who is evidently more than part asshole!" she screamed at him. With a vicious smile she gave her parting shot. "Oh and Mamoru, impotence is nature's way of saying 'no hard feelings.'"
"Score one for Usagi!" Haruka coughed, unable to believe Usagi had just uttered that phrase.
Mamoru turned to her. "That's not funny!"
"Oh yes it is!" Motoki laughed, tears in his eyes. "That was priceless! But you two are still banned from here. This is another FAMILY place and your language is going steadily downhill."
"Bugger off Motoki." He muttered.
"See?" Motoki exchanged glances with Haruka. "He's adopting Usagi's phrases now!"
"That's it! I don't have to stay here and be insulted!" Mamoru fumed.
"Oh but you do Mamoru," Haruka smiled sweetly. "You invite insults, to not take you up on it would be rude."
"Shut up." Mamoru shook his head. "I'm going for a walk."
Haruka sighed. "No, you're not. I'm sorry to do this to do you Mamoru but Minako talked me into it somehow."
"What are you talking about?"
Haruka and Motoki exchanged a glance and Mamoru felt something large and heavy make contact with his head. Darkness engulfed him.
Usagi felt incredibly smug and proud of herself. 'Let's see him top THAT!' she thought. 'Grow your own dope and plant a man.' (A.N - terribly sorry to all the men out there who read this. No offence meant!)
"Usagi!"
"Ami-chan. Where have you guys been?" Usagi asked, smiling at her friend.
"Oh, um…we've been around." Ami nodded. "Could you come with me please?"
"Where are we going?"
"Mamoru's apartment."
"WHAT? Are you insane? I'm not going there! I'm going home!" Usagi shrieked. "NO WAY!"
Ami shook her head. "Please come peacefully Usagi."
"I'm not going to that sewer rat's apartment! I have things to do at home!" she protested. 'My secret hobby.'
"One last chance Usagi." Ami sighed. "Please come."
"Never! Not to that dirt eating…hentai minded…doujinshi reading…"
Ami winced. "I thought you'd say that." She shrugged.
Usagi felt incredibly cold, felt a pressure on her neck and then knew nothing more.
And that is the end of this chapter. What lunacy has Minako cooked up for these two poor people this time? (And you know it has to be Minako behind it). I hope you are all enjoying this story, as it proves my point that going without sleep gives me the best ideas! I write based on reviews so let's keep them coming in! Read and review but be kind! Next chapter - just what did Minako figure out for our battling duo?
Ja!
Mamoru groaned when he woke up, feeling as though his head had been through some kind of stampede and taken the rest of him along for the ride. Slowly opening his eyes, he slammed them shut again when the morning sunlight tore into him and made his stomach heave. He would have sworn he was hung-over, but he didn't remember even touching any alcohol. Rolling over and moaning, he cradled his head in his hands as he remembered with horror everything he had done over the last few days. According to Motoki, when he had finally come around, Minako had put some kind of truth serum in his coffee making him tell Usagi everything he wanted to keep hidden. Every time she saw him she jumped up and ran out of the café, unable and unwilling to talk to him about this. Minako had sworn that the effects of the serum would wear off…eventually.
Slowly crawling out of his bed, he made his way to the bathroom for a much needed shower. Standing under the pulsing water, he shook his head, the weekend becoming clearer. He and Usagi had certainly exchanged more than their fair share of insults to be certain. He smiled as he remembered Usagi pointing at him and screaming: "You! Out of the gene pool!"
He had been ready to kill Minako when Motoki finally managed to tell him about being drugged. Minako had defended herself saying drastic measures were necessary in this battle, and besides, now he knew that Usagi had feelings for him as well. He shook his head, he DIDN'T want to have feelings for Usagi, he didn't want to think that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he certainly didn't want to think that she was his little hellcat who fought like a screaming banshee when her back was to the wall. When he realize half his thoughts of her were laced with pride, he shook his head. He had it bad. How was he going to fix this mess Minako had made? Making a mental note to kill Minako just as soon as he felt better, he turned off the shower and made his way to his kitchen for a much needed cup of coffee.
Minako sighed in irritability. This had been a difficult weekend, first with Motoki informing Mamoru he had been drugged. In one of his more lucid moments, he had tried to kill her and she was very angry that he couldn't have been grateful. All emotions were out and known now, and all Usagi and Mamoru could do was still fight. The fact that she had invested nearly a hundred dollars in the secret pool made her want to get them together even more. "How am I going to do this?" she mused out loud.
Artemis choked. "Minako, don't you think you've done quite enough?"
"I have not yet begun to try and force those two together!" she exclaimed.
"You keep this up and they'll kill you." Artemis advised.
"As long as they do it together." She giggled. "I have an idea."
"NO!" Artemis' eyes were wide. "No more ideas Minako! I beg of you! Just leave it! You've done enough damage."
Minako shook her head. "You just don't understand Artemis, I can't do that!" she winked at him. "You're just jealous that the voices in my head are talking to me."
"At this point I believe there are voices in your head." Artemis shook his head.
"Just leave everything to me, and it'll all work out." She smiled, reassuringly.
Somehow, Artemis was not convinced.
Usagi sighed with joy as she sat in detention, one place where she didn't have to worry about running into Chiba Mamoru. This had been the strangest weekend she had ever lived through, with Mamoru one minute fighting the good fight and the next minute spouting how she was his 'Usako' and would be his own. She didn't see the devious gleam in Haruna's eyes. "Usagi, I've decided to let you go early today."
Her eyes flew open. "Nani? Demo Haruna-sensei…" she squeaked.
Ms. Haruna shook her head, remembering Friday afternoon. She had followed her to the café and had sat in it while Usagi had fought with that very cute gentleman. She had never laughed so hard in her life, and her stomach still hurt. For that kind of entertainment, she was willing to let Usagi out of detention early. "No I know you've learned your lesson about being late and doing homework," she began. 'That'll be the day.' She thought. "And I've decided to let you go. Find your friends and form a study circle."
Usagi eyed her teacher suspiciously, knowing her too well. It had been a cosmic joke when Haruna had begun teaching at her high school, a fact that neither one of them liked. Nodding, she grabbed her briefcase and headed towards the café, wishing her friends would go back to the arcade. She didn't notice Haruna and a few other teachers following her, money exchanging hands. "Kitten." Haruka nodded, smiling at Usagi as she entered. Her cheek still sported a bruise from where Mamoru had punched her the other day. Of course Mamoru had been knocked in the jaw for that and so things were even.
"Hi Haruka." She smiled. She turned to Motoki. "Can I have a milkshake?"
"Coming up." He smiled. Walking over the counter he peered behind it. "Minako get the hell out of there."
"I need to put a few drops of this stuff in her drink." She giggled.
"No more of that truth serum." Motoki shook his head. "Mamoru still isn't right."
"Never was." Minako replied. "I TOLD you that drastic measures need to be taken…" she trailed off, her eyes lighting up.
"Oh no." Motoki muttered, not trusting that look for a single second. "Not that look."
Minako giggled, sounding amazingly like a monkey. "I have an idea." She sang out.
Motoki's eyes widened in horror as she ran from the café. "Oh no."
"Hi Motoki," Mamoru greeted as he slid into his seat. "Give me a coffee in the largest cup that you have and keep it coming."
"How are you doing today?"
"The damn serum she gave me finally wore off and now I feel like they're holding a drum competition in my head."
"Usagi's here."
"Oh not her again." Mamoru said angrily. "If she insults me one more time…"
"You started this whole thing." Motoki pointed out.
"Oh just shut up and pour." Mamoru snapped. He heard Usagi giggle and saw her sipping a milkshake, a blissful expression on her beautiful face. Unable to stop himself, he crept over listening to her conversation with Haruka. "The earth is full Odango," he said leaning over her. "Go home."
Usagi's face drained of colour as it registered to him just what he had said. "Mamoru, if you're not a haemorrhoid, get off my ass." She snapped.
"Oh the rapier-like wit of Tsukino Usagi rides again!"
Usagi stood, her hands on her hips. "And here we have Chiba Mamoru who is cleverly disguised as a responsible adult."
"Ouch, try a little harder Odango."
"My name is Usagi you halfwit dumbshit."
"Language my little bunny." He winked at her. "Can't have you corrupting the other people now can we?"
"Listen you scum sucking bottom feeder…" Usagi drew in a breath, ready to launch another attack.
"Nooo!" Haruka moaned. "I can't take any more of this!"
"Hear hear!" the cheer went up from all around them.
Motoki shook his head. "I'm really sorry to have to do this, but until you two learn to get along, you are banned both from the arcade and the café here. I'm really sorry, but enough is enough. Learn to get along would you?"
Usagi and Mamoru glared at each other. "This is all your fault!" she screeched. "Now what will I do after school?"
"Homework maybe?" he countered.
"Oh push off." She shook her head. "How dare you talk to me…"
"You're the one who keeps attacking me!" he retorted.
"You deserve it!"
"Blonde, ditzy, pasty faced, flat chested…"
"What is it with you and my chest?" Usagi shrieked.
"It's not there!" Mamoru responded.
"Ecchi!" she yelled at him. "You scoundrel…half witted…can't tell his head from his ass…fashion deprived…mentally stunted…inbred…moronic…imbecilic…" she sputtered.
He winked at her. "I think you are finally starting to repeat yourself Usagi. Your vocabulary has run out at last."
Usagi shrieked with rage and prepared to throw herself at him. Mamoru grinned deciding to teach his hellcat a lesson. He caught her as she fought like all the devils in hell to get her hands near his throat, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her hands fell as a look of confusion flitted across her face. He was convinced there was no attraction, he had spoken under Minako's drugs and said whatever Minako wanted him to say. He hated her and there was nothing there. He was teaching her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. "Let me go." She now struggled to get away.
"Why? You've been throwing yourself at me for the last few days and it would be impolite not to take you up on the offer."
A snort of laughter came from Haruka who had tears in her eyes. "Shut up Haruka." Usagi snapped.
"Yes O fearless leader." She sniggered.
"You know I'm not attracted to you, Minako drugged me in some way and that's why I've acted strangely all weekend."
"I know that half-wit." She scoffed. "I may think you're cute but you have a minus zero personality and I certainly don't love you."
"Is there a village missing its idiots?" Haruka called out looking around. "Anyone here who believes that these two aren't attracted to each other please raise your hand now."
Not a soul in the café raised their hand. Usagi's eyes widened in horror. "Y…you think I LIKE this arrogant sonofa…"
"You think I'm attracted to this Odango haired…"
"YES!" everyone yelled back at him.
"Oh goddess." Usagi moaned, letting her head fall and rest against his chest for a moment. "The whole town thinks I'm in love with you."
Mamoru stiffened, certain Usagi didn't realize she was leaning into the embrace instead of pulling away. "Well you laying on me like that certainly doesn't help your image any." He pointed out.
Usagi once more began fighting to get away. "Release me."
"In a moment." Mamoru said, his eyes dancing. "Let's prove once and for all that there is nothing but insults between us shall we?" he grinned.
"What are you talking about?" Usagi questioned, not trusting him in the slightest.
Mamoru didn't answer, just lifted her chin with one hand and pulled her closer, lowering his lips to hers. Cheers, hoots and whistles filled the café as he kissed her, silencing her acidic tongue at last. What had started as a kiss to prove that there was nothing between them was rapidly growing into more as he realized just how wrong he was. She tasted of strawberries and was intoxicating. Every sense in him screamed at him to end it, to wash his mouth out, that this was Odango Atama he was kissing. Ignoring everything logical stampeding through his mind, he arched her back and deepened the kiss, ignoring the flash of cameras as people photographed this 'may-never-happen-again-in-this-lifetime' event.
Usagi held onto Mamoru for dear life, unable to get free of his arms and discovering that she really didn't want to. She had never known what a kiss could be like before, all of hers having been swift pecks from guys she went to school with. She had never known that a kiss could make you sweat like this, could make your heart pound. She was quite certain that if he let her go she'd sink to the floor because her legs would no longer hold her. 'Think girl!' her mind prodded her. 'Try to resist him! This is you worst enemy! This is the biggest bastard in Juuban! This is…' 'Oh shut up.' Another part of her mind said. 'An incredibly hot guy is kissing you and you're listening to us? Where are your priorities?' 'He's just using you…' a malicious voice added. It was that voice that broke through. Bringing her arms from around his neck where they had been resting in his hair, she ran them down his chest and pushed him away. His eyes were a dusky midnight blue, glazed slightly with passion. With a start she realized that it was passion for her and blushed. "How dare you manhandle me that way!" she shouted as soon as she had drawn in a shaky breath.
"I didn't hear you complaining!" he retorted, running shaking hands through his hair.
"Now THAT was a kiss!" Haruka nudged him. "Should I act like an older brother now and tell you about the rules for dating Usagi?"
"WE aren't dating!" Usagi shrieked. "He'll never touch me again!"
"Even though you want me to?" he murmured. "I told you that you'd crave my touch."
"I DON'T crave your touch dumbass!"
"Of course you don't. Well, you just keep telling yourself that then." He winked at her.
Usagi turned on her heel and stormed out, at a loss for words but unable to concede defeat. Not to him. Not ever. "You are the most ill-bred, uncouth, boorish, full-of-himself, stuffed shirt of a lout who is evidently more than part asshole!" she screamed at him. With a vicious smile she gave her parting shot. "Oh and Mamoru, impotence is nature's way of saying 'no hard feelings.'"
"Score one for Usagi!" Haruka coughed, unable to believe Usagi had just uttered that phrase.
Mamoru turned to her. "That's not funny!"
"Oh yes it is!" Motoki laughed, tears in his eyes. "That was priceless! But you two are still banned from here. This is another FAMILY place and your language is going steadily downhill."
"Bugger off Motoki." He muttered.
"See?" Motoki exchanged glances with Haruka. "He's adopting Usagi's phrases now!"
"That's it! I don't have to stay here and be insulted!" Mamoru fumed.
"Oh but you do Mamoru," Haruka smiled sweetly. "You invite insults, to not take you up on it would be rude."
"Shut up." Mamoru shook his head. "I'm going for a walk."
Haruka sighed. "No, you're not. I'm sorry to do this to do you Mamoru but Minako talked me into it somehow."
"What are you talking about?"
Haruka and Motoki exchanged a glance and Mamoru felt something large and heavy make contact with his head. Darkness engulfed him.
Usagi felt incredibly smug and proud of herself. 'Let's see him top THAT!' she thought. 'Grow your own dope and plant a man.' (A.N - terribly sorry to all the men out there who read this. No offence meant!)
"Usagi!"
"Ami-chan. Where have you guys been?" Usagi asked, smiling at her friend.
"Oh, um…we've been around." Ami nodded. "Could you come with me please?"
"Where are we going?"
"Mamoru's apartment."
"WHAT? Are you insane? I'm not going there! I'm going home!" Usagi shrieked. "NO WAY!"
Ami shook her head. "Please come peacefully Usagi."
"I'm not going to that sewer rat's apartment! I have things to do at home!" she protested. 'My secret hobby.'
"One last chance Usagi." Ami sighed. "Please come."
"Never! Not to that dirt eating…hentai minded…doujinshi reading…"
Ami winced. "I thought you'd say that." She shrugged.
Usagi felt incredibly cold, felt a pressure on her neck and then knew nothing more.
And that is the end of this chapter. What lunacy has Minako cooked up for these two poor people this time? (And you know it has to be Minako behind it). I hope you are all enjoying this story, as it proves my point that going without sleep gives me the best ideas! I write based on reviews so let's keep them coming in! Read and review but be kind! Next chapter - just what did Minako figure out for our battling duo?
Ja!