|It Took an Hour to Fall in Love
Author: ncisduckie PM
Hour word challenges from a fanfiction group on facebook. All unrelated one shots of our Favorite couple! Usagi and Mamoru! Mostly First-Season Romances! Rated T for safety.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Usagi T./Serena/Bunny/Sailor Moon & Mamoru C./Darien S./Tuxedo Kamen - Chapters: 15 - Words: 8,011 - Reviews: 56 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 04-21-13 - Published: 01-10-13 - id: 8896923
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A/N: Just to let people know, besides the weekly challenges for the Underground, The next time I post anything will be on the 13th. It is our anniversary and I want a BANG for it. Hope Y'all understand.
I had the conception of the idea last night. It is merely a silly idea, but an idea nonetheless. The girls would be proud, me thinking all by my lonesome...
Anyway, my idea involves a particular handsome baka. Although that's as far as the girls will approve. I had a realization last night (with my idea, I know. Ami must be rubbing off on me). Mamoru-baka is teasing me just because I allow him to. Not in the literal sense. But in the fact I never demand him to stop (Does anybody know where I'm going here?).
So today I sit in front of the Crown Arcade's counter swinging my feet with glee as I sip my chocolate milkshake. I arrived here an hour early, having been able to avoid my usual detention. I made it here before the baka himself. I am terribly proud of myself and even Motoki is noticing.
"Usagi-chan, you seem very happy today, is something up?" His voice is not as concerned as his actual words, so I smile as I open my mouth to respond.
And think of the devil, I feel a presence behind me. "She probably OD'd on that milkshake you served her, Motoki." He chuckles, proud of his comment.
I, however, am not phased. "Konichiwa, Mamoru-san!" I say happily as he sits down next to me. The men both look at me as if I'm insane. At this point, I might as well be. Studying his mask of surprise, I make a mental note of how easy this might be.
A few more minutes and the bane of my existence might be forever out of my life.
"Are you okay, Odango-chan?" Mamoru asks me, his face now etched with worry. An interesting emotion to see now on his face.
My smile broadens. "Not at all, Mamoru-san! Why do you ask?" I can already feel the plan working.
Motoki is still staring at us. He clears his throat. "For one, you're being civil to your worst enemy." The blonde man ticks it off on his fingers. "And you seem happy to see your worst enemy. And you're here early, mind you." Now his face is filled with the pesky worry.
I arch my eyebrow at one of my favorite people. "And? Today's a good day. I feel it in my bones!" Despite the amount of pain permeating through my cheeks, I cannot stop smiling. I am not capable, it seems. This is all just too much.
"Okay, I'll bite. Why is today such a great day?" The man with the ebony hair asks, his lips pursed. I feel his stormy blue eyes boring into my skull. But still I refuse to allow him to bother me.
I stand up from my stool and take a step closer to once enemy. Everything is moving according to plan. A few more vital steps and I will never have to hear the name "Odango Atama" again (besides Raye. And who knows? Maybe If I manage this right, I can have her stop too!). Taking my hand, I run it through his hair. I try to not admire just how soft it is under my fingertips. Another step closer.
"Today is the day to stop bothering me, Mamoru-san," I whisper into your ear. Just as planned, you shiver and I can feel Motoki's eyes bore into me. "I demand it." I seal the deal with a kiss on the cheek before stepping away. THAT, was not according to plan. Nope. Not at all.
When I take a look at his face, all I can see is the deep-red of anger. Keeping him from seeing my flushed cheeks, I turn away. "Thank you for the understanding, Mamoru-san." I run.
When the elevator doors close behind me, I turn to the direction of the park. My eyes fill with tears. The plan was to have him stop bothering me, not piss him off. Now I've ruined my chances. Crap.
"Usagi-chan!" I hear his voice just as I duck into an alley. A shortcut home. Maybe in a few years I can show my face again.