#1. Chocolate


DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except the story.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written in response to the "Usagi and Mamoru 100 Themes" challenge. And I know that there are many drabbles out there which you feel that mine is very similar too, but I guarantee that this drabble of mine is 100 original. And for those of you who read "Three Bloody Years" your hands are probably itching to get around my neck, aren't they? Sorry! -The excuse? Writer's block.

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"Motoki-niisan!" Usagi sang out as she entered the Crown Arcade. She practically skipped over to the counter.

"Ohayo, Usagi," greeted the smiling bartender. "What would you like today?"

"Hmmm..." Usagi hummed as she stared at the menu thoughtfully. After ten minutes of intense concentration she said, "One large chocolate milkshake, three slices of chocolate brownies and a chocolate sundae, please!" She hadn't actually been thinking about food for the whole ten minutes. Ninety percent of that time had been used to wonder where the pain-in-her-arse was.

Motoki just grinned and said, "The usual, huh?"

"Yup." Usagi nodded enthusiastically, grinning happily. She was about to ask Motoki where Mamoru was, when-

"Geez, Odango Atama, I think all that chocolate must be killing your brain cells by the thousands. It took you ten minutes just to think about your usual order!" came Mamoru Chiba's voice from behind her. Think of the devil.

Usagi did not even turn around to look at him. Instead, she gave a dramatic sigh and said. "And here I thought I could enjoy my meal in peace. Now I have a baka buta ruining the atmosphere." She glanced with mock-sorrow in Motoki's direction.

"I take back my comment about chocolates destroying your brain cells. It appears that the Odango has finally improved her vocabulary," drawled Mamoru as he sat himself right next to her.

Usagi still did not look at him nor respond to his jibes. Irritated, Mamoru scowled and said, "Well? Aren't you gonna yell at me and call me 'Mamoru-baka' or something and tell me not to call you 'Odango'? Or has your brain cells really depleted that much that you can't form even the most basic of words?"

Finally Usagi turned to Mamoru and looked at him in the eye. She held up three fingers. "One, I'd be wasting my breath yelling at you seeing as you are so old, you're deaf. Two, since you're so old, your senility is probably affecting the way your brain works so you would not understand the word 'don't'. Three, nothing can diminish my euphoria when I'm about to have chocolate."

Mamoru just stared at her incredulously. "Why, Odango, where did you pick up such wit and vocabulary? I thought your brain could only process fifty words as the maximum amount."

Just then, Motoki laid out Usagi's order in front of her. "One large chocolate milkshake-" a tall glass filled with thick, frothy substance appeared "-three slices of chocolate brownies-," a plate with three slightly steaming brownies appeared "-and a chocolate sundae." a medium-sized desert glass with chocolate ice cream topped with chocolate syrup and chocolate sprinkles appeared.

"The answer to your question, d'ahou, is chocolate," Usagi said as her eyes were riveted with the wonderful sight of chocolate in front of her.

Mamoru looked bewilderedly at Motoki. Motoki simply shrugged, equally clueless. Mamoru turned back to Usagi and asked with a grimace on his face, "You're gonna eat all of that?"

"What's wrong with it?" Usagi looked at him blankly as she took a sip of her chocolate milkshake.

"Aren't you worried about your figure or complexion or whatever girls connect food with?" Mamoru asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I get enough exercise," Usagi replied as she savored the heavenly taste of chocolate brownies. "What with running to school every morning and all." Not to mention saving the world on an almost daily basis.

"What about getting sugar shock?" Mamoru asked.

"What about it?" Usagi asked before she fed herself a spoonful of sundae.

"Those things are filled with so much sugar, it'll erode your teeth in twenty seconds!" Mamoru exclaimed. "How can you eat that much of it! It's icky and disgustingly sweet and..."

Usagi slammed down her spoon. She glared at Mamoru before grabbing the collar of his shirt, dragging his face to hers till it was only two centimeters away. Bringing her other hand to his neck, she planted her lips right on his. In shock, Mamoru's lips had been slightly parted. Usagi took advantage of this fact by using her tongue to push some chocolate into his mouth. She used her tongue to jab at his, forcing him to taste the substance. Usagi continued till Mamoru had swallowed the chocolate in attempts to breathe. Only then did she realize that Mamoru wasn't pulling away. In fact, his own hands were in her hair, his mouth hard against hers as if he was trying to devour her. They only parted when the need for oxygen became too urgent.

They panted as they stared at each other. Motoki and the few other spectators were ignored as they only had eyes for each other. Without a word, Mamoru turned towards Usagi's melting sundae, scooped up a whole mouthful and shoved it into his mouth before planting his lips on Usagi's. The game of tonsil hockey commenced.

"Uh, Mamoru, Usagi, not that I don't enjoy this change of relationship between you two but could you take this somewhere else? Like a private room for instance!" Motoki yelped. "Guys? Guys!"

Mamoru and Usagi ignored him and continued 'sharing' her sundae.

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