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Definition of hair defined by
June 2004
Usagi is in a fit about her hair!


Hair....

In the eyes of the dictionary -

"Any of the cylindrical, keratinized, often pigmented filaments
characteristically growing from the epidermis of a mammal."

In the eyes of a teenage girl, Usagi Tsukino -

"Time consuming monster from the Dark Kingdom."

She ran a slim hand through the layers of the silky rays of light, each strand
intricately revealing its own special - "OUCH!" Usagi cried as her slim hand hit
yet another fuzzy ball of tangle, otherwise known as a knot.

Quickly she ran to retrieve her blessed hair brush from her drawers. Usagi
scrambled through her upper drawer, which was full of various brushes, combs,
irons, pins, clips and several boxes of 'Clairol Hydrience in Sunshine'...

Oops, you didn't see that last one.

Usagi slammed the drawer closed as soon as her fingers caught the devil of a
brush.

Ahh, readers, did you not know about the vast amounts of time that Usagi spends
making her hair all pretty and shiny? Yes, the same hair that makes a certain
tall and dark baka swoon a bit while stalking down the block behind her simply
takes hours to form! Did you really think those super-long, blonde, bouncy, wavy
tresses were natural?

It was like a science experiment. Every instrument and solution must be
carefully and perfectly measured and cleaned. Goodness yes, for if it wasn't,
you would get that OTHER hair.

Yes, Usagi knew that OTHER hair well. The hair that would haunt you for all
time. The hair that your eighth-grade high school ID photo caught, so awful that
even your own grandmother had to stifle a laugh. Usagi shuddered at the thought
and quickly swept her brush through the few strands of hair again.

So, why does Usagi spend so many hours on her hair? When she could, as her
mother would prefer, spend that time on her homework? Or, as Luna would prefer,
why not spend the time on defeating the Dark Kingdom?

Usagi smiled at the mental questions, and her answer was - Well, she didn't even
realize the answer herself until recently...


It was another one of those boring days of the week. However, with the prospect
of exams slithering its way up Usagi's priority list, she just wasn't happy.

So, Usagi decided a trip to the Crown Arcade after her routine detention would
brighten her future. She quickly paced her way there, dreaming of all the
mouth-watering goodness that she was sure she could 'cute' her way into getting
for free. She was so excited about the possibility of free milkshakes that she
automatically threw her schoolbag into the air and exclaimed a loud "YAHOO!"

It just so happened, of course, that Mamoru Chiba was strolling his way home
from school after his student council meeting. Even without the cry from the
blonde odangoed one, he sensed her presence and slipped into his 'Usagi' mode
with ease.

"Oy, Odango! Quiet down. Some people in the neighborhood might actually not want
to hear your voice."

Usagi's sunshine thoughts quickly left her. "Funny, I feel the same way about
your voice," she retorted while folding her arms in front of her chest in a
defensive manner.

Mamoru smiled at the comment, a little too leisurely for Usagi's taste, and
slithered closer to her until his sleeve brushed her own. He lifted an arm and
brushed a blonde odango while Usagi's eyes widened at his proximity.

"There, there, Odango. I wouldn't waste too much voice on you anyway. It would
take too much time to define all the words that were coming out of my mouth."

That stabbed Usagi. Another dumb joke about her intelligence. Well, she'd show
him! However, as she glanced back up to meet him in the eye, she was easily
distracted by the light-coloured swirl in them that pulled at her and caused her
to shiver. All she managed to bark out was "You!!! ...ahhh... You're just
stupid."

Even Usagi cringed at that one, and she quickly stalked off to the Crown Arcade
leaving Mamoru in the wake of her confusion and fury. She pushed aside the
thought proving herself to him. After all, why would it matter what a jerk like
him thought of her? It was the painful twinge in her heart that answered that
question.

The bells rang as Usagi shuffled through the door, quickly glancing back to see
if the pretty baka had decided to follow.

"Hey, Usagi! Don't forget our Crown Arcade special this month, our lovely
Chocolate Fondue Day! It's tomorrow! I'll be shopping with Reika for fresh
ingredients today," Motoki stated enthusiastically. Then again, anything that
involved Reika was enthusiastically proclaimed.

Without another word Motoki handed her a signature chocolate milkshake as she
cautiously seated herself on a stool. Usagi's mood lightened upon seeing the
glorious milkshake, long forgetting the cruel words from the tall and sleek evil
one.


Usagi quickly escaped detention and bolted for the gigantic load of sweet, sweet
chocolate waiting for her at the Crown Arcade. Late again, one would ask? Of
course! Usagi had had a crisis that morning with one side of her hair. The bun
kept drooping down, and one loop kept stubbornly sticking up. Usagi even had to
use gel instead of hair wax to settle it. She didn't like the effect it had on
her hair; it was too shiny.

It didn't matter. It was okay because Mamo-baka didn't notice. Oh no! Heavens,
don't get Usagi wrong; she would never do her hair up nicely just for him - yes
- of course not! She just wanted to make sure he wouldn't find something new to
tease her about!

The Crown Arcade was loaded with people. Usagi bit her lip in disappointment. No
chocolate? However, Motoki quickly grabbed Usagi by the arm.

"Hey, Usagi! I knew you'd come, so I saved you a seat. The fondue is set up at
the booths, so you'll have to share with other people. Your friends already
filled a booth by themselves. No worries, though," he said with a glint in his
eye. "I made sure you'd know at least one person at your table. Sit, sit!"
Motoki gestured to a booth.

Usagi quickly plopped down, trusting Motoki to handle it. He was always such a
wonderful brother-figure to her. Suddenly Usagi noticed it was a two-seater
booth. Her gaze also caught Mamo-baka strutting down the rows of booths as if he
was on a runway - a runway that pointed straight at her table.

Usagi's eyes widened. She decided that Shingo made a better brotherly figure
than that diabolical Motoki.

Mamoru's heart stopped just as his feet did. Was that odango-atama in that
booth? HIS booth? Somehow he felt giddy, and feeling giddy itched.

"Hey Mamo-baka," Usagi bravely stated. They couldn't just sit and eat fondue
without talking, she decided.

"Odango," he replied as he sat down across from her.

No other words were uttered by either of them. They were too busy contemplating
the emotions and feelings that were bubbling inside them. They both came to the
conclusion that chocolate was more important.

The fondue began to bubble. Mamoru automatically turned it down.

After staring at each other for a few minutes, they proceeded to grab their
forks and start dipping away.

Usagi took a huge swipe at the smooth substance. Mamoru, surprisingly impatient
when it came to chocolate, tried to get the excess chocolate off Usagi's
strawberry. The battle of the forks had begun. It was a tight fight that ended
with an innocent strawberry sacrificed as it landed on Mamoru's forehead, rolled
down his shirt, and onto the seat.

Usagi stifled a laugh, or attempted to. He looked SO cute! The crease of
annoyance between his eyebrows served as a channel for the chocolate to drip
down.

"Har har," Mamoru said mirthlessly. "It's funny, I suddenly seem up for a
chocolate-covered odango!" Usagi had no time to react. Mamoru grabbed the ladle
and flung a large spoonful at her head.

"AH! NO! Baka, look what you've done!" Usagi gasped in horror as the chocolate
settled into her hair. Even eggs wouldn't save her now. "WAHHH!" she wailed. "My
hair..." Usagi continued to cry.

Mamoru looked on with a tilted eyebrow. "A bit vain there, aren't we?"

Usagi glared at him through her chocolate-less eye. She got up and stalked over
to him with a fury hot enough to prevent the chocolate from solidifying on her,
and swung her hair in a whiplike fashion straight for His Bakaness' face.

Mamoru was too stunned to protect himself, and Usagi, in a full rage, started
another swing. The loud WHAP rang in his ears. The vibration traveled to his
brain and, very slowly for such a bright guy, Mamoru came to a sudden
realization - he'd gone too far.

It was then he noticed the streams of tears mixed with the falling chocolate. It
was then he noticed her shaking form hunched over a stool. It was then he
noticed her hollow eyes.

Usagi was too hurt to run, too hurt to do anything at all but let the chocolate
harden and the tears run. He had said she was vain. Sure, Mamoru certainly had
had his choice of cruel words for her hair, but only its appearance. He had
never associated it with the kind of person she was. Okay, maybe he had done
that, too.

She was just tired of it, tired of hiding and running, and tired of loving
someone who would never love her back.

Usagi, exhausted, was ready to go home. Without a word she walked out, leaving a
chocolate-covered Mamoru with his thoughts.


"Hey, Usagi-chan!" Naru yelled from down the hall at school. Usagi turned around
and waited for her friend.

"I almost didn't recognize you," Naru exclaimed. "I was wondering when you'd
change your hair again. It was about time, too, I thought you were going through
some weird stage during the past few months! You used to have a funky new
hairstyle almost every day!"

Usagi's hair had been bound into four low pigtails. Each one was folded up at
the ends into the elastic band, creating loops with charms dangling from them.
She just laughed off her friend's comments.

"You're right, Naru-chan! I've put that weirdness behind me! Back to the funky
Usagi!" With that said, Usagi did a little skip and jump just to emphasize how
fine she was.

Sadly, even Naru noticed the strain on the corners of her lips, and the distant
look in her eyes. Somehow, Naru liked the odango-headed Usagi more. At least
then she had seemed happy.


Meanwhile, our smart boy Mamoru had done some thinking in the shower while
trying hard to get all that chocolate off him. The chore gave him enough time to
understand a few things. He finally realized that teasing Usagi wasn't a good
thing. Motoki had been telling him that same thing for ages, and again the day
before, while the whole arcade watched a defeated chocolate-covered Mamoru bow
in apology. Yet what he couldn't understand was why he was always so hard on
her. She had never really done anything to him. Right?

Mamoru sighed, picked up his cup of coffee, and took a sip. The bells on the
arcade door rang, causing Mamoru to instinctively look over to check for...

'To check for new customers,' he thought firmly as a stranger walked up and sat
down on the stool next to him.

Mamoru looked again. Was that Usagi? He could barely recognize her with that
hair. Yet the extra flutter in his empty heart verified it. Usagi was still
gorgeous; he wasn't a blind man, you know, but he couldn't help wondering, "What
happened to your hair?"

Mamoru didn't realize he had whispered that last part out loud. He also didn't
notice that his hand automatically went up to brush the loose soft strands.

He couldn't help it. He had become attached to Usagi's odangos. Now, suddenly,
his odango-atama was gone.

What? Did his say HIS odango? Mamoru's revelation shocked his body into tingles
and warmth that shot through his heart. Darn it, Usagi did TOO many things to
him! He finally understood. She did everything to him.

All the emotions he barely knew existed just poured out to be expressed every
time she was around. For once in his life, Mamoru felt stupid. All the times his
breath caught when they bumped into each other wasn't because he had been winded
by a 5-foot girl. All the times his chest had ached and itched wasn't because of
his green tweed jacket.

"I don't like it," he muttered while his fingers subconsciously tried to redo
her hair by pulling on the loops, wanting to turn her back into his odango.

"Don't like it, you say?! Well then, what do you like?!" Usagi exclaimed. What
was wrong with him?! Was it his business what she did with her hair? She stood
up as tall as she could against the six-foot beauty on a stool.

"Mamoru Chiba, I've had enough of your bad comments. I'm a person too." She
continued while suddenly stabbing his heart with her pointer finger. "I refuse
to put up my hair the way I used to anymore because I'm tired of being
'odango'." Her ranting didn't stop there. "I can't believe I used to put up my
hair like that just for you!" Usagi took in a breath and jabbed her finger
further into his chest. "You didn't know, did you?! And you also didn't realize
that...I..." Usagi quickly trailed off. She couldn't believe she had almost let
it slip.

Mamoru's eyebrow scrunched up to his hairline. "You what?" He couldn't stop his
lips from turning up into a sly grin as he sat there with his hands still in her
hair, and he couldn't help that his heart wanted to blow up inside him as it
filled with love. She really was his odango!

"Well I - I hate you, you jerk!" Usagi really tried to emphasize the last word,
in case he caught on; in case he wasn't as dense as he seemed. But, goodness!
His hands in her hair were too distracting. How was she supposed to make him go
away when he was being so...sweet?!

Oh no! She was too busy being distracted, had he actually leaned closer?

Usagi's pointer finger lost its strength and her hand slipped back down to her
side. Mamoru had pulled closer and had his hands firmly placed at the back of
her head, entangled in the mess of her hair. Mamoru leaned his head forward and
pressed his lips to her forehead.

"That's too bad, odango, because I really, really like you."


Usagi's heart fluttered as she recalled his last words that day. With a final
look in the mirror, Usagi topped off her hair with two bows around the buns. She
smiled to herself through the mirror and then ran off to find her special
someone. Today was her birthday; sadly there were no holidays from hair care.
But who cared? Not her, because she would always love to spend countless hours
on dead cells. Anything for her baka.


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