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Seven Days	By : CattyKitty Category: Sailor Moon > Het - Male/Female > Usagi/Mamoru Views: 5972 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seven Days

Chapter 1

Interruptions

*Usagi*

Usagi sat in a booth that wasn’t too close to where Mamoru sat and yet not far away enough for him not to see her. It had been a couple of months since she had told Mamoru’s skank of a date that he had given her crabs and she was desperate just thinking about how he would get her back. Mamoru had gotten over his anger relatively quicker than she had expected (about a week), but still reminded her that he would definitely get her back for the embarrassment she’d caused. And even though it was taking a little longer than she expected, she knew that it was only a matter of time until he thought of a way to embarrass her in return.

But she was so sick of waiting in anticipation that she finally decided to take matters into her own hands. There was this guy from school that liked her, Yusuke, and he was really persistent about getting her to date him. The problem was that she didn’t like him at all. Sure he was really cute and super popular, but he had a bad reputation and was as much of an asshole as Mamoru. Not that he picked on her or anything—no, only Mamoru stooped so low—but she saw the way he treated other kids in school; he was a bully.

Now Yusuke had continued to pester her about just giving him a chance for weeks now and would not stop. She finally gave in and told him that they could hang out today after school and so now she sat awkwardly in a booth for two at the arcade with him… ugh.

At least one of them was having fun. Yusuke was currently having a blast talking about his jock accomplishments and she had to say that playing sports was probably the only good thing about him. He was a senior in her high school and played soccer which made him totally cut up; from head to toe he was the most fit in the entire team.

So she sat there patiently, nodding her head slowly to his jock stories knowing that as soon as Mamoru saw her sitting there having a good time, he would come and interrupt. And if Mamoru behaved as predictably as she hoped (and she was really hoping!), then she would be killing two birds with one stone; Yusuke wouldn’t bother her anymore due to whatever obscenities Mamoru would say and then Mamoru would have his payback (or so he thought) by thinking that he’d ruined her date. And viola! It would all be over just like that; she was just too smart sometimes!

Yusuke suddenly stopped talking and picked up her hand off the table. She tried not to wince as he intertwined their fingers and smiled at her. He was bold and it was only a matter of time before he would try to make a move on her. She just hoped Mamoru would hurry and intervene already! Where was that bastard anyhow…

“Usagi-chan, you’re the prettiest girl in school and I’m the team’s MVP. I think it’s just meant to be.” Smiling weakly at his cocky grin, he took that as an affirmative to lean in and kiss her. Taking a deep breath, she could feel the pit of her stomach turn. She didn’t want to do this, but if Mamoru was watching at all then she had to keep up the act for as long as she could. Goddammit where was he?!

“Yo.”

She looked up as Mamoru casually slid into their booth, totally interrupting Yusuke’s ever-nearing lips. He slid right next to her, forcing her to move over as he squished himself in and completely moved her away from Yusuke’s face. She almost smiled at his clever tactic, but refrained as he surprisingly put an arm around her shoulders. He looked amused as he stared at a completely confused Yusuke.

“Who are you?” Yusuke asked rudely, staring at Mamoru’s relaxed posture. She had to fight the urge to lean closer to Mamoru because although she couldn’t stand him, she absolutely loathed Yusuke’s guts.

“Get away from us, kid,” Mamoru dismissed him calmly, pulling her closer to signify his possession. Her heart sped up; Mamoru had played right into her trap! And aw… he was going to play the jealous ex-boyfriend! Not exactly what she had been planning, but what the heck, this could work too!

Yusuke raised his eyebrows, not feeling threatened in the least at Mamoru’s glare, which even she realized was stupid. Mamoru was much taller and wider at the shoulder than him; Yusuke should back down if he knew what was good for him. She knew how big male egos could be, but she hoped that Yusuke was bright enough to know when to give up because she really didn’t want things have to escalade unnecessarily.

“I was here with Usagi first,” Yusuke said in a near whine, looking at her with narrowed eyes. She rolled her eyes at his childish defense.

“I couldn’t careless,” Mamoru continued menacingly. “She’s with me now. Leave or I’ll make you.”

Yusuke laughed one of his overly confident chuckles, ignoring Mamoru’s ‘request’. Mamoru silently waited for Yusuke to leave, but when Yusuke didn’t budge Mamoru stood up from the table and towered over them both. She gulped as she realized the situation she had gotten herself into and started regretting her little charade as both men stared at each other with obvious contempt. Ok, so maybe this wasn’t one of her smartest plans after all.

“Both of you, just calm down!” She grabbed Mamoru’s hand and tried to pull him back into the seat with her. He ignored her.

“I told you to go already,” Mamoru repeated, looking down at Yusuke who now looked anxious by Mamoru’s confrontational stance.

And she understood why; Mamoru WAS way more threatening standing up and she realized that although they were close in age (Yusuke 19 and Mamoru 21), Yusuke was very much a boy compared to Mamoru. The squareness in Mamoru’s jaw, along with his rugged good looks and calm demeanor just made Yusuke look like a feeble child. It really was no competition.

“That’s for her to decide!” Yusuke said, evilly glaring back at Mamoru. Both guys turned to her expectantly.

Yusuke was waiting for her to tell Mamoru to back off because she was on a (semi-)date with him and Mamoru was probably waiting for the same so that he could do his little routine about how they were still lovers or whatever the hell else he was planning to embarrass her with. She sighed; how in the world had it come to this?

She cleared her throat and was about to tell them both to shove off when Mamoru grabbed her hand on the table and squeezed it lightly. What she should have done was snatch her hand away from him and leave the arcade before everything got too messy, but she didn’t because his simple gesture hit her like a smack in the face and she completely froze on the spot.

After a moment of silence, Mamoru’s thumb tapped hers impatiently as he was waiting for some kind of reaction from her. He was probably expecting some sort of resistance from her and she almost forgot that she was supposed to trick him into thinking that she wanted Yusuke to stay. The thing was, with him next to her she didn’t even want to pretend to like Yusuke anymore…

“Uh…” she started dumbly; having no idea what she was going to say to either one of them now. Thankfully Mamoru cut her off.

“Leave. Now.” Mamoru deadpanned and she got goose bumps. She really liked his tough act! It was so ‘big-ape-bang-on-chest-to-prove-manliness’ type, like he really wanted to protect her or something.

Thankfully, Yusuke finally realized that he really wasn’t wanted anymore and took his cue. She did feel slightly guilty for setting him up like this, but only a little. When Yusuke looked for her input for him to stay, she looked away.

“See you around, Tsukino,” Yusuke bit out, angry with her for not defending him. She could tell through his voice that he would love to have challenged Mamoru back, but smartly knew his place. Mamoru would so beat him into a pulp! Yusuke—rather carefully—moved around Mamoru and stormed out the arcade and she knew that he would probably never talk to her again. Yessssssss!

She finally let go of the breath she’d been holding in during the whole encounter; talk about a close call! But at least Yusuke was gone now. Mamoru slid into the seat beside her and took up his place again, pulling her back under his arm. She knew it was just in case Yusuke looked at them through the window, but she didn’t like that she actually enjoyed being close to him.

She realized that this was the first time that she and Mamoru had ever really been alone together. Her friends were almost always in the arcade with her and if they weren’t, then at least Motoki would be working, but no one was in today. This was the first time that she and Mamoru had acted independently without their friends watching them. She wondered if he would have still wrapped his arm around her if their friends were there… probably not, considering she wouldn’t have even let him if they were.

“What were you doing with that guy, Odango? You obviously didn’t like him.” His face was leaned into hers like a lovers whisper.

“You don’t have to be that close to me,” she grumbled, pushing his curious grin away.

“When someone helps you out, you’re supposed to say…?” he prompted with a mocking hand around his ear.

She didn’t respond since she didn’t want to admit that she had indeed wanted his help. She refused to give this arrogant fool any form of satisfaction over her! It was simply too infuriating to know just how her plan had backfired on her. She looked away from him, but he squeezed her shoulder to gain her attention. She glared at him annoyed and tried to shrug him off, but his grip held firm.

“What?!” she snapped.

“You’re welcome,” Mamoru said smugly and she crossed her arms defiantly, but she was actually confused. Just how had he known that she wanted Yusuke gone? Had he really been able to see her disguised look of scorn toward Yusuke? Damn him!

Pissed that he truly could read her quite easily, she sighed in defeat; there was no point in denying what he clearly already knew. And honestly, she was just utterly relieved that she didn’t have to deal with Yusuke anymore.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, the words foreign in her mouth. “He was an ass that couldn’t take a hint,” she explained reluctantly.

“That’s why you were going to let him kiss you?” he asked sarcastically. She shrugged: oh well. What’s a kiss anyway? It’s not like it would have been her first, nor her last.

“He is pretty hot,” she reasoned with a half-smile and he shook his head in disbelief. She didn’t care about what he thought though; he didn’t need to understand her moves. Point was that she got exactly what she wanted: Yusuke off her back. “Too bad he’s just as much of a jerk as you.”

“Well isn’t that nice, one jerk saving you from another.” She nodded. That was exactly the situation.

“Yeah, well you did your part and I said thank you, so now bug off.” She slapped his knee, expecting him to take his arm off from around her, but he didn’t. He just moved in closer and raised an arrogant eyebrow at her.

“Why didn’t you reject him yourself? Couldn’t stand to break his heart?” he asked and she rolled her eyes at his mockery. “Or did you really want me to be the one to do the dirty work for you?” he asked, genuinely sounding interested to know what she would answer.

“I didn’t need you to do anything for me,” she replied. “You came for reasons all your own. I was willing to sit through the rest of the date, thank you very much!” He snorted at her answer.

“You know that’s not true, Odango,” he said. “You would never bring a date in front of me or Motoki.” She bit her lip; he knew her too well! “You knew that if I thought you were having a good time with that guy, I would try to ruin your date like you did to me.”

“And you did!” she lied, trying to save the situation, hoping that maybe he hadn’t actually caught on to her scheme but he could see right through her.

“You know I didn’t. You wanted me to see you with that guy,” she sighed in defeat. “…to try to make me jealous.” She immediately burst into laughter at his obvious joke.

“Whoa! Let’s get this right! In order for me to want to make you jealous, I would actually have to like you.” She looked at him seriously. “And that is simply not true.” He just smiled at her mockingly, but she ignored him. “Secondly: yeah, so I did want you to see us because yes, I did think you’d come to interrupt. Then you would think that you ruined my date with Yusuke and think that you’ve gotten your revenge, but in the end I would have just used you to my advantage and blah blah blah, you already know the rest of the story.” She stopped to glare at him. “But it doesn’t matter now, because you’re a damn detective and figured it all out.”

“That’s right. You can’t trick me, Odango,” he agreed, nodding his head. “I can read you too easily…” She sighed once again in defeat, completely frustrated that stupid guys managed to get her into these dumb situations!

“He just wouldn’t take a hint!” she ranted for no particular reason. “I just didn’t want him talking to me again, but I couldn’t just flat out say that!” (Not to mention, he’d probably start rumors about her being a whore or something out of spite. At least with Mamoru in the picture, Yusuke was afraid enough of him to keep his mouth shut so she wouldn’t have to worry about that being an issue).

“Grow up,” Mamoru muttered, clearly not understanding her situation. “If you don’t like him, don’t lead him on. It’s as simple as that.” She narrowed her eyes at him. what he didn’t understand was that she’d been letting Yusuke down gently for the past couple of weeks, but he was just incredibly persistent! She was not trying to lead him on! Mamoru didn’t know anything!

“That’s not what-”

“Your high school drama is boring me,” he cut her off, finally moving his arm away from her. “So I’m just going to leave.” She rolled her eyes, but was relieved that he was moving away from her. She could finally breathe. “And for the record, because I helped you now, I hope you realize that that I’m just going to have to get you back even harder—just to even the score.” He had a smirk on his face as he said it, but she knew that he was not kidding.

“No!” she said raising her hands in protest, but he was already ignoring her, sliding away to leave the booth. “Wait! I was doing you a favor that time! Honestly!” He looked at her skeptically, but she challenged him right back. “Do you even remember her name?”

“Inue,” he said confidently and she shook her head.

“Her name was Ann,” she deadpanned and he looked at her strangely. “Yes I knew her, well… sort of,” she started and he glowered. “She doesn’t know me; I’m just friends with her brother!” she explained hurriedly.

“What’s your point? Does it matter that you knew her or if I still remember her name? That was a long time ago and trust me I’ve found other girls to do the job.” Her jaw tightened. She was just trying to try to make him feel better and here he was, still trying to shove his disgusting lifestyle in her face.

“You know what? Just forget it, you’re such a pig!” He laughed at her name-calling and she pushed him out of the way so she could leave, but he blocked her path out.

“Finish your story,” he commanded lightly, his form of an apology.

“The point is that she’s a bitch,” she spat. “She’s a gold-digging whore!” Mamoru gave her a surprised look and she curtly stopped trashing Ann, but oh-boy did she want to keep going! She hated her so much! “And a thief!” she couldn’t help but add.

“So?” he asked her. She blinked dumbly at his question. Didn’t he hear a thing she just said?

“So?! I was saving you, Mamoru! Everyone knows that she only goes after guys with money: she STEALS from the guys she hooks up with!” she exasperated. “I was doing YOU a favor!”

“Usagi seriously… you’re so dramatic,” he said sarcastically, shaking his head at her. She wanted to scream. Here she finally admitted that she had protected him from messing with a gold digger and he continued insulting her! She could not believe him!

“Fine, whatever! You idiot! Believe what you want!” she hissed. “Here I was trying to help you out and you STILL can’t even appreciate it!” He didn’t say anything and moved out of her way, so she just shoved right past him, ready to storm out the arcade.

“How could you even believe that I’d get trapped by such a stupid girl?” he asked, grabbing her arm before she had gotten too far. “I was the one using her to get a quick fuck. How could you not have gotten that?” he asked, holding onto her arm tighter when she had tried to free from his grip. “So next time you stop me from getting what I want, you better have a much better excuse that that or you’re really going to regret it,” he threatened lowly.

His face looked much angrier now and she had no doubt that what he’d said was true. Not that she had thought of it in that way when she’d done what she’d done, but still, she didn’t regret it at all. His anger was like her life fuel and she was so glad that she had managed to ruin something for him considering he was always doing her the same favor!

“Oh, puh-leez! You stopped my kiss with Mr. Fantastic and you don’t hear me whining as bad as you!” she said sarcastically and he finally let go of her. “Besides now we’re even,” she said more calmly. “All’s well that ends well.” She reached out her hand for a shake, hoping that he’d accept the truce.

He looked at her outstretched hand for a moment and then smacked it away from him. She almost burst into laughter on the spot. His grumpy face was funny as hell! There was something about him being angry that always brought her mood up.

“You fucking told a woman I had crabs!” he hissed. “We are nowhere near being even.”

Just hearing the word ‘crabs’ from him was enough to send her over the edge. She couldn’t contain her laughter anymore and she finally broke into a fit of giggles. She still remembered the look on his face that day he’d told Anna that; his expression had been priceless!

“Oh goodness, that was hilarious!” she said after calming herself down. He continued to give her his death stare. “Oh please, you said it yourself that you’ve gotten other girls to screw, so what’s there to still be mad about? Get over it already.”

“You love getting me angry,” he muttered. It wasn’t even a question.

“Well, it does make me feel strangely satisfied,” she admitted, shrugging. “I can’t explain it.” It was kind of like a guilty pleasure of hers honestly. There was some weird link between them that tied his frustration so closely to her enjoyment; quite bizarre really.

“You’re twisted,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Look who’s talking!” she exclaimed. “The one guy in the world that tries to get my attention by embarrassing me! You’re the sick one here!”

“If I was really trying to embarrass you, don’t you think that there could have been worse ways of me telling that guy to leave? I’m actually a nicer person than you think.” She rolled her eyes. “But since you don’t appreciate anything…” He took a step closer and leaned in at eye level. “Next time, I’ll just let those assholes you don’t like,” he grabbed her chin, his thumb outlining her lower lip. “Kiss all over you.”

“Get any away from me or I swear I will hit you!” she threatened, but her face was burning. He chuckled and stepped back, casually placing his hands in his pockets.

“Don’t get mad, Odango,” he said smoothly. “Then you make this too easy for me, and where’s the fun in that?” He finally turned around to leave.

She was so mad that she couldn’t even talk so she sat down back down on the booth in quiet brooding and turned to her back to him; she didn’t want to see his stupid face! She placed her shaking hands on the table. Not only were they itching to throw something at the back of his head, but they were also jittery with nervousness.

When he had leaned in, her heart had raced in excitement. No matter how hard she always tried to suppress her feelings, part of her had been deliriously hopeful. She knew that there was only one asshole in the whole world that she would never try to stop if he ever tried to kiss her. And that thought alone, scared her to death.

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*Mamoru*

It had been months since the ‘crabs’ incident and yet he still hadn’t been able to get payback from Usagi. Honestly, it had more to do with the fact that he didn’t even have time anymore and barely saw her to begin with. Even though nearly an entire semester had passed since he’d graduated from school, he’s been so busy with work that he was only making it to the arcade twice a week at most. His only days off were the weekends now that he was working full time and he rarely ever visited the arcade on Saturdays or Sundays, always finding something better to do. Besides, he had no reason to go there considering Motoki took the weekends off and that left him without a purpose to hang out there anyhow.

Although today was Saturday, he couldn’t believe that he had absolutely nothing to do at all. He was bored at his place and every one of his friends happened to be busy. He refused to bum around, knowing that he’d much rather be amused (and slightly annoyed) by a certain Odango, than stay home all day. So he drove to the arcade and saw Motoki’s car parked which annoyed him since he’d assumed Motoki was busy with more important things considering he had hadn’t been picking up his phone calls.

When he entered the arcade, he was surprised (but not really surprised), at seeing Usagi and Motoki sitting next to each other at the bar. What was it with Motoki and this girl? She flirted with him continuously and he never made a move. What a wuss. He strolled over to them and took the unoccupied seat right in between them.

“Hope I’m not interrupting this date,” he said sarcastically, waiting for Usagi’s angry retort. Her obsession with Motoki was so that hell was to pay when she didn’t get her alone time with him—it was hilarious. Since it made her so mad, he had always made it his mission to get in the way whenever he caught them together.

“I’m surprised to see you here. It’s Saturday.” Motoki reminded him as if he didn’t know. Motoki tone implied that he’d just interrupted something important, but he wasn’t considering his company.

“I am aware,” he responded sarcastically. “I just came here because apparently everyone is busy.” He stared at Motoki’s flashing phone on the counter. Why was Motoki ignoring him? Did he really enjoy Usagi’s company that much? Ha, yeah right.

“Well, I completely understand why no one wants to hang out with you,” Usagi responded smartly to his right. He turned to look at her menacingly. This bitch was so annoying.

He was planning on retorting snidely, but his thoughts were cut short when he faced her. All he could think of was what in the hell was she wearing? She had on a billowy black shirt and a short pink skirt that showed so much thigh, he could not stop himself from looking down at her legs. To top it all off, she was sitting so ungracefully on the stool that her already tiny skirt bordered underwear. So this was what was keeping Motoki here… he completely understood now.

She smirked at his stare, unfortunately realizing just how she attractive she looked and he unsteadily tried to focus on her face, but it was so hard. He knew that if he slightly shifted forward, he could probably see her panties… He cleared his throat and stared her fully in the eyes, trying his hardest to not feel embarrassed at being caught checking her out. He had never seen Usagi outside of her uniform, so excuse him if he was amazed at her sexy little curves. Who knew she would have looked like a normal hot girl without that stupid, oh so stupid, uniform on?

“Oh yeah?” he asked her coolly, noticing that she had slight bit of a blush to her cheeks at his stare. “And why is that?” he asked, stealing a glance down her blouse when she had leaned in close to his ear. Whatever she had to say: that he had no personality, that he was a stuck up, an insensitive jerk… etc., did she have to say it while he could see her lacy black bra hug her (surprisingly) full breasts?

“Because you’re a loser,” she whispered, her breath was hot on his ear. “Obviously.” She pulled away from him and giggled amusedly to herself when he gave her a dry look.

She was probably just trying to mess with him; girls eventually learned in time that the best way to shut a man up was to act sexy. He really hoped Usagi wasn’t smart enough to know that yet, because she was barely even looking at him and he already felt trapped in her sensuality.

“Or maybe it’s because I’m not a horny teenager desperate for male attention,” he retorted and her face scrunched up in anger. For added affect, he purposely stared at her open thighs and she quickly crossed them.

“You’re a piece of shit!” she cursed him, looking away and swirling her straw into her cup. Her jaw was tight, but her hands were shaking as she stared into her drink.

“Don’t take out your anger on Usagi-chan because you have nothing better else to do,” Motoki said coming to her rescue, standing from his seat and going to her. “There’s no reason for you to act like an asshole.”

“It’s not acting if he was just born that way,” Usagi bit, angrily trying to sink her ice cubes with her straw. “I don’t think that I’ll ever understand how you can even be his friend, Motoki.”

“You know, he isn’t usually like this,” Motoki insisted, frowning at him. “I just think that you make him nervous.” He rolled his eyes at Motoki’s comment. Usagi just continued to stare in front of her.

“Don’t go there, Motoki,” he warned.

No matter how good Usagi looked in her leggy pencil skirt and sheer blouse, it didn’t mean that he was going to change his whole attitude around her. Sure, probably calling her an attention whore did kind of cross the line, but what was he supposed to do, start pulling out her chairs for her? Why should he care to flatter her anyhow when their whole relationship was about trying to bring the other one down? He knew this, she knew this, the world knew this so Motoki needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.

“He’s jealous of us clearly,” Usagi said finally, staring straight at him. “He’s jealous of what you and I have, Motoki.”

“Excuse me?” he asked. “What exactly are you implying?” She swiveled her chair to face him, her knee touching the side of his leg. “What do you have that I want?”

She didn’t answer him right away, but just stared at him silently. Her leg was still touching his and there was something about the energy of her stare that didn’t let him look away. He wasn’t sure if it was just him or not, but there were some intense vibes coming off of her. Was Usagi actually coming on to him?

“Well?” he asked, getting impatient. Her look was somehow making him uneasy and he was waiting for her to talk already. Motoki coughed and she finally looked away, moving her leg away from him.

He narrowed his eyes. There was something weird about her today that he couldn’t quite catch; she was acting funny. However, her mystery only served to intrigue him further and he was going to make it his mission to find out. Why was she staring at him like that? Was she trying to tell him something? He had to dig deeper.

Her posture looked fairly relaxed as she took a long sip of her drink. She was leaning on Motoki as he stood behind her. His arms were around her… his hands were in her hair… and she was smiling up at him when he whispered something into her ear. It couldn’t be… Were they both…? Was that what she’d been trying to signal him the whole time? He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t caught it sooner. It explained why there were here together and why Motoki had ignored his calls.

“Don’t tell me you two are… involved?” Motoki didn’t look at him directly, but was smiling to himself.

“Attention! That’s what you want: attention! What Motoki and I have is each other’s attention and THAT’S what you want. You hate being excluded!” She was shaking her head. “Geez, how do you logically come to conclusions Mamoru? Motoki and I… what a ridiculous idea!”

“Why’d it have to be ridiculous?” Motoki muttered, but his smirk showed no hurt. Honestly, he looked way more smug than he should of and it only made him wonder if Motoki had truly been trying to mess around with his head the entire time.

“Well, I guess it’s not,” she amended. “But still, all I’m trying to say is that Mamoru,” and she looked at him directly in the face. “You are a needy brat.”

“And you’re talking to me about being illogical?” he asked in total disbelief. “That’s not logical at all! How am I needy?”

“I just explained it to you, clearly you were not listening to me. What I said was-”

“I heard you the first time!”

“Then you know what I mean!” she snapped. “Motoki’s my friend too you know, so you either suck it, or just learn to share him with me. It’s as simple as that!” He rubbed his head. How did this even get to be about Motoki? Sharing him? What the hell was she even talking about?

Still, despite his confusion, he was just glad that his earlier assumption about her and Motoki had been incorrect. There was just something to fundamentally wrong about that pairing that he didn’t think he could ever be able to wrap his head around it. But it still made him wonder: if all this time it wasn’t about her and Motoki, then what the hell was it? Clearly he wasn’t being observant enough.

He carefully took in her whole image again, but nearly immediately his eyes jumped straight to her assets and he couldn’t manage to keep from looking at her legs. They were touching him again and now that she had unconsciously uncrossed them again in their argument, he could actually see her panties now. They were purple.

“He’s not even paying attention to what you’re saying anymore,” Motoki told Usagi.

“I’ve realized that.” She jammed her knee into his leg. “Stop trying to look up my skirt!”

“I don’t even have to try,” he replied without really meaning too. “You should consider turning the other way if you want to sit like that.” She turned red and crossed her legs again.

“You perverse little monkey!”

“It’s not my fault that you’re the most ungraceful woman that ever lived. Learn to sit the right way.”

“Fine! But at least tell me, dammit!”

“For all I knew you were doing it on purpose.”

She sputtered is disbelief.

“As if I would willingly spread my legs for you!”

“It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.”

“Whatever.”

Her one word answer surprised him and was much more anticlimactic than he’d expected. Still, he was glad that the argument was finally over and he could finally ask her what was really on his mind, like who was it exactly that was she trying to lure in with that outfit on.

“Well, I have to go,” she said, picking up her phone from the counter after she had received a message. Standing up from her stool, she pursed her lips barely sparing him a glance. “I’ll see you losers later.” When she tried to move between the stools, he jutted his knee out and blocked her from leaving.

“Where you going?” he asked, hoping that if he annoyed her enough she’d blurt it out, but she only tried to push his knee away in response. When she couldn’t, she finally stopped and glared at him.

“Leave her alone already.” Motoki rubbed his temple.

“Just wanted to see if Odango could jump,” he joked, reaching over to tug at the hem of her skirt; it was super short. She twitched as his fingers brushed her thigh, but sneered at him just the same.

“Very funny,” she muttered, moving past him. “Please get another friend,” she begged Motoki and he had to refrain from rolling his eyes again.

“I’ll try,” Motoki promised. He and Motoki both watched her leave the arcade while she made a call on her cellphone. Motoki turned back around and casually retook the seat beside him. “That uniform sure hides a lot, doesn’t it?”

Well, that was definitely the understatement of the year. For as long as he knew her, her school uniform had always been long and loose fitting and he never would have guessed that Usagi looked like that underneath it all. Talk about surprises… not that it changed how he thought about her or anything, but still… wow.

“For sure,” he admitted sheepishly, calling over one of the waitresses to get him something to drink. “But she’s still a punk,” he said (more for his own benefit), taking a sip of his coffee. They didn’t say anything else about the subject while settling into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Motoki addressed him again.

“Sorry I didn’t pick up the phone, man. She just kept talking to me and I didn’t want to be rude,” Motoki explained, but he knew better. It’s true that Motoki could never be rude (it just wasn’t in his nature), but even he saw right through that excuse; it was more like he wanted Usagi’s attention just as bad as she wanted his. But he understood either way, it was the male curse. You just couldn’t ignore a hot girl, there was just no way it was possible.

“It doesn’t matter. What do you want to do today?” he asked him. He was getting bored now that his entertainment was gone.

“Let’s race,” Motoki suggested. He nodded at the idea, thinking that it was probably exactly what he needed. They hadn’t been up to the track in a while and he could use the extra adrenaline rush to pump him going for the week. He left money on the counter and they headed out to their cars.

When they got outside to the parking lot—lo and behold—Usagi and Rei were both leaning against his car talking with two guys standing across from them. Motoki visibly tensed and apparently did not approve as he strolled up to the group intimidatingly, leering at the boys like an overbearing father.

“Ladies,” Motoki said nonchalantly. Usagi and Rei both looked surprised at seeing them and shared a quick glance between each other.

He inwardly smirked as he saw the semi-nervous looks on both the girls’ faces, but stayed silent as he walked over to his car. He stood in front of Usagi, as she was the one inconveniently leaning right against his driver’s side door. She looked at him questioningly, not understanding why he was standing so close to her. He waited for her to get the cue, but she continued to watch him awkwardly as he stood directly in front of her.

“What?” she asked annoyed.

“Do you mind?” he asked her when she still didn’t move and she just looked at him confused.

“Do you mind? Never heard of personal space before?” she asked sarcastically, but refusing to move away from him. She never backed down did she? He grabbed her arm and tried nudging her away from his door handle. Somehow it still hadn’t registered to her that he was just trying to get in his car. Out of good fun, he pressed the unlocking mechanism in his keys and his car beeped loudly.

She jumped up away from the car scared by the noise and bumped into his chest. He held onto her arm to steady her and she looked flustered, quickly narrowing her eyes accusingly. He did tell her to move, it wasn’t his fault she didn’t listen to him. A red blush soon crept onto her cheeks as she realized how she had embarrassingly grabbed onto him to keep herself from falling.

“Watch it, Odango,” he teased as she took her hand that was clasping his forearm off and moved away from him, mumbling an apology.

“Mamoru, isn’t this Uchiha-san’s brother?” Motoki asked from behind him. He turned around and sure enough, Motoki was right. One of the kids hitting on Usagi and Rei was the younger brother of a coworker of his.

“Chiba-sempai!” the taller kid said shakily as he respectfully inclined his head toward him.

He turned back to grin at Usagi wickedly; THIS was it! This was how he was going to get back at her. He couldn’t believe how perfectly the opportunity presented itself, but rest assured, there was no saving her now. He saw her bite her lip nervously, clearly realizing what he was going to do next.

“Today must be my lucky day,” he whispered smoothly to her before turning around to face the boys. “Sasuke-kun,” he purred. This kid would do anything he said; he was his brother’s superior after all. If he was smart, he wouldn’t dare risk his brother’s job by getting on his bad side.

“Please! Go away!” he heard Usagi beg desperately behind him, but he ignored her whispers. She had this a-long time coming…

He knew that he had her with this one, seeing as how pitifully anxious she looked. Well, good; she’d finally feel just how he felt when she claimed he had an STD! He didn’t care if she thought she was helping him out—there were a million other ways to warn him about that girl besides saying what she did. Mamoru Chiba having an STD was pure blasphemy! The sheer nerve of her! Usagi was an evil little prankster—and he had to get back at her just as equally, if not worse.

“I see you’re using Uchiha-san’s car,” he said, pointing out to the car they were leaning on parked next to his. “A ‘67 Impala. He doesn’t lend his favorite car out easily…” he said, loving the nervous look on the kid’s face. Clearly, he had taken it without his brother’s permission and that gave him even more ammunition to scare the hell out of these boys (didn’t they have any respect for their elders?). “Or is he here with you?” he asked innocently, pretending to look around for him.

The kid shook his head and his friend next to him discreetly nudged him on the side, clearly wanting to escape the awkward situation. Motoki asked them what they were doing here and both kids shyly looked at both Rei and Usagi. Well that was enough of that. This party was over as far as he was concerned.

“I’m just going to say this once,” he said carefully. “I don’t want you hanging around my bitches.” Sasuke visibly gulped, but nodded anyway, taking a step backwards.

He had originally been planning on calling them his sisters, but he still had the mental image of Usagi’s panties stuck in his head and so the word just refused to come out his mouth. Besides, the way he said it was much more hardcore and his whole goal in the first place was to embarrass the hell out of Usagi anyway. As for Sasuke, he was confident that the kid would listen to him; it all had the potential to get too complicated.

“You guys don’t go to the same school, do you?” he asked out of curiosity—incase he had just possibly ruined their high school reputations (he could easily threaten them to never speak of this again if that were the case), but the boys shook their heads. “Well good, then there’s no reason why you have to see each other ever again.”

“We completely understand,” Sasuke answered with his head bowed low. “It was a pleasure seeing you, Chiba-sempai, Furuhata-sempai, Tsukino-san, Hino-san.” Both boys immediately turned around to get back to get into their car without either one daring to spare a glance back at the girls. He and Motoki watched in satisfied silence as they briskly drove out the parking lot, and behind them he could feel the million horrible ways of death being wished upon him.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!” He turned around at the lovely sound of Usagi’s pure and unchecked rage.

“Usagi, Rei, I know that you can’t understand this right now—and I’m not saying what Mamoru did was right—but he really just did you two a huge favor,” Motoki tried smoothing out the situation as Usagi was turning redder by the second.

“ROAAAAAAAAR!”

“Oh god!” Motoki quickly retreated back into his own car. “Dammit Mamoru, I’ll meet you at the docks! This has nothing to do with me!” and he quickly sped off.

He looked in envy at Motoki’s empty parking spot, as he was probably at least two blocks away from here already. If only he could get away that fast too, but Usagi was still standing right in front of his car door; he rubbed his temple. Now how the hell was he going to escape from here?

“What is WRONG with you?” Rei demanded. “Who do you think you are?!” He shrugged; he was doing what he felt was necessary.

He hadn’t exactly wanted to drag Rei into this, but this was just the way it had to be. Now that they were permanently cut them off from those assholes, he honestly felt a whole lot better. And since they didn’t go to the same school, he didn’t really need to feel guilty. Besides, if they had truly liked those guys, he would have expected much more protest from the both of them. As far as he was concerned, they had been silent behind him the entire time.

“I didn’t exactly hear you two complaining either,” he drawled. Rei’s jaw tightened.

“What exactly were we supposed to say to that anyway?” she fumed. “Just mind your own damn business next time!”

Rei tried pulling Usagi back into the arcade with her, but she didn’t budge, staying as solid and silent as a rock and staring directly at him. She was being uncharacteristically quiet since her earlier outburst and he was honestly afraid of what she was going to do next. Rei finally gave up on trying to get Usagi to follow her and left on her own, telling her she’d wait for her inside.

“Odango,” he said slowly, cautiously taking a step closer to her. “Get away from my car.” She was holding onto her phone tightly and could easily decide to viciously attack his car with a simple backwards smash and break his windows.

“What’s your problem?” she hissed, crossing her arms in front of her. With her weapon out of the way, he quickly strode over to her and tried to nudge her away from his car.

“Odango, please. I have to go,” he insisted, grabbing her wrists and forcibly pulling her away. He was able to get his door opened, but she just slid in front of him again and leaned on it, effectively slamming it shut.

He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from going insane and took a deep breath in, trying to forgive her. He knew that she was pissed and rightfully so, but couldn’t she just get on with screaming instead so he could leave. He looked down at her, ready to move her away once more.

He planned on leering over her until she eventually gave up, but found his determination waning. Didn’t she know that he could see completely down her shirt in this position? Now that he thought about it, maybe this wasn’t a complete waste of time. After all, he did love breasts.

“You have been so mean to me today,” she finally said, looking up at him. “You’ve practically called me a whore twice.” She was staring at him with the most serious look he’d ever seen on her and he genuinely felt… guilty. He hadn’t expected her to be all vulnerable in front of him. It made him nervous actually.

His really didn’t consider her a whore and he would honestly be surprised if she wasn’t a virgin, but her choice of wardrobe really had him taking a second look. Perhaps his harsh words were just unfiltered thoughts blurted out due to the fact that he’d been staring at her so much today. But it wasn’t her fault that he felt so conflicted with her hotness—he shouldn’t have to insult her to that extreme.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, knowing that he owed her at least that. “But at least we’re completely even now.” She was still staring at him in doubt, but he ignored her look and grabbed her wrist (more gently this time). “Now please,” he said, tugging her away again. Instead of moving away as he had expected, she surprisingly pushed herself up against his car and refused to budge.

“Do you seriously think this is going to be over because you gave me that pathetic half-assed apology? Well guess again!” Suddenly her spunk returned full throttle and he realized that a simple apology was not going to be enough for her. But that was all she was going to get.

“Listen. You have one more chance to move before I move you myself.” He took a step closer to her and she was now trapped in-between him and the car. He really didn’t care that he was violating her personal space anymore because her was brassy attitude was slowly getting to him. “I have to go!”

She was being annoying simply for the fun because she hated when he left in the middle of an argument; she needed to feel like she won all of them. Even though he had already apologized, she still wanted to argue just for the sake of arguing.

“Move,” he commanded, but she only shook her head in response.

“You want to ruin my day, so I’m going to to ruin yours!” She crossed her arms defiantly in front of her and in that moment, he officially ran out of patience. He thought that would be able to last a little longer while he checked out her sexy chest, but there was no way. He placed one hand on her hip, while the other went to the back of her thigh. He had warned her already.

“Don’t you dare!” she threatened. He made the motion to lift her up, when she suddenly screamed and went to slap him. He had no choice but to slam her up against the car to stop himself from getting hit and grabbed her hands quickly. “Let go of me!” she protested. “I can’t believe you-!”

“Shhhhhh!” he said, pinching her lips together to quiet her. “You talk too much.” Her loud mouth finally shut, he reveled in the temporary silence of her lips being sealed, wishing it could last.

“HOW DARE YOU!” she screamed after turning her head away from his grip. “Get off me!” He leaned in close so that she couldn’t wiggle herself free and looked down at her mockingly.

“How many times have we been through this before, Odango?” he asked her. “You’ll never be able to lay a finger on me, so stop trying.” She’d tried to hit him countless times throughout the years, but to no avail; he was just too fast for her. One would think that she’d know that by now.

Looking down at her carefully, their closeness was now pleasantly obvious to both of them. Her breasts were softly pressing against him as she breathed, her lips parted. Her face was rouging, slowly, but surely and yet she was doing absolutely nothing to free from his grip. She was completely limp in his arms and was simply staring up at him with the same intense eyes as she had earlier, as if waiting for him to do something.

“Why are you flirting with me, Odango?” he asked her in a whisper. She raised an eyebrow, but continued to stare at him. All those looks she had been giving him finally made sense now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He let go of her arms, but didn’t back away.

“Usually, I don’t pay attention when little kids get crushes,” he said staring at her breasts. “But you’re a little too big to ignore.” She finally pushed him away, but there was a little smile on her face.

“Get away, you creep,” she mumbled, but her playful tone was all too apparent.

“At least now I know my angle,” he admitted grinning. “And to think that all this time I was playing this game all wrong.”

“You don’t know anything!” she argued, moving away from him completely and giving up on trying to keep him from leaving. Finally. Maybe messing with her head like this was the way to go since flirting with her made her uncomfortable enough to have her back down faster. Had he known that technique worked over her, he would have done it long ago and saved himself a lot of headache—but sure enough, it was never too late to start.

“Don’t be ashamed. I know I have that effect on people…” he teased and her cheeks darkened in embarrassment. He opened the door to his car and went inside, giving her wink. “Young women especially.”

“Whatever, Mamoru-san,” she said, leaning to face him through his window as he rolled it low. “But the next time I catch you staring up my skirt—or down my shirt—you will regret it.”

“Relax. I promise that I’ll give you all the attention you want.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t respond back, instead choosing to leave. He watched her go inside the arcade, interested at how her short skirt made her legs look incredibly sexy and realizing that he was never going to be able to think of her the same anymore.

Although he wanted to remind himself that she was just a kid he loved to poke fun at and nothing more, the way she looked in those clothes were forever going to be ingrained in his memory. He wanted to think of her as nothing but just a bratty child that he had zero interest in, but knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep forcing himself to believe those things for long. If he even believed them at all anymore.

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