Author's Notes: I know I shouldn't start new things before I finish what I previously started, but drabble always manages to relax me. With school looming on the horizon, and my plot bunnies struggling to poo out something useful… Well, I could just use the noncommittal creative outlet drabbling has to offer.

So, here's 100 fluffy Ami/Zoicite drabbles inspired by fanfic100. Know that some may deviate from the "norm." Also, notice that the rating may change from post to post. It will be marked if it contains mature content.

Theme: #11 - Red
Genre: Humor/General
Version: AU
Rating: PG

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Matchmaking
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He looked utterly miserable sitting slumped on the dining room table, Minako at his side. She had a naughty grin on her face as she squeezed what was left in the aloe bottle onto one raw, red shoulder. Zoicite hissed.

"I don't think I've ever had to use a whole bottle of cooling gel before," mused Minako.

"Shut up," grumbled Zoicite.

"How're things going in here?" asked Usagi, popping her head through the door. Oblivious as always, she missed the baleful glance Zoicite shot in Minako's direction. "Makoto's making lemonade for the burn victim. If that makes you feel any better." The moon princess gave the irate Shitennou a wide, easy smile. He sulked in response.

"And Ami's on her way?" Zoicite asked, trying not to sound too pathetic.

He failed.

"Yeah," assured Usagi. "I found her and Michiru over in the dunes. She should--" The kitchen's screen door slammed violently, and Usagi disappeared in a haze of blond hair.

Raised voices began to travel towards the dining room, punctuated by a brief moment of shrill laughter, and then Ami was in the doorway looking thoroughly frazzled. It only took a few seconds for her to fully assess the situation, taking in Zoicite's pained expression and bundled hair. Aloe dripped off his nose and landed with a dull splat on his leg.

"Are you alright?" she gasped, taking a few cautious steps towards the table.

"He fell asleep out on the beach," Minako blurted. Her self-restraint only lasted so long. "He's lucky Kunzite woke him up when he did!" She could barely contain her rampant giggling. "And he's lucky he wasn't nude."

"Minako!" Zoicite groaned. He would have whirled around to peg her with a vengeful stare, but settled for a slight twitch of the head in her direction.

"Usagi made it sound like you were dead!" said Ami, trying to hide a growing smile through her fingers.

"I wish I was!" the crispy Shitennou whined.

That was just too much for the small crowd that had formed outside the dining room. Jadeite and Nephrite writhed on the ground, practically having a seizure from the hilarity of it all. Makoto, who had arrived with a cold glass of lemonade, had to set her tray down until she could control an awful case of the giggles. Zoicite regarded them with an indignant air.

"It's not funny!" he insisted, which only made everyone laugh harder.

"Is the poor, little Englishman too delicate to be out in the sun?" howled Nephrite.

"You look ridiculous!" gasped Jadeite between deep, belly laughs.

Makoto had her back turned on the whole group, head pressed against the wall as she tried to regain her composure. It obviously wasn't working, since her shoulders continued to shake violently.

"I'm going to murder you all in your sleep," grumbled Zoicite, trying to cross his arms and pout. He succeeded halfway before repressing a strangled yelp of pain.

"Aw, Zoicite, come on," Minako soothed. "Look on the bright side..."

"What's that?" he snarled.

"Now, you and Ami match!" she answered. "Duh" was written all over her face.

That was just too much for Ami, who promptly erupted into a fit of giggles as Zoicite shot her bright red bikini a hard stare.