The Consequence of Kisses
Disclaimer: Kami-sama! DoN'T SUE ME!!!!!!! I've got nothing but a laptop, a printer and a cup of hot chocolate! I don't own Sailor Moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was a beautiful Saturday morning at the Arcade. Motoki loved mornings like this and he looked forward to seeing his two favorite customers walk through the door today.
'Ring!'
A tall rangy man with dark hair and a matching expression slouched in and sat at his usual stool. "Coffee please, Motoki-kun." He said in a tired voice. Motoki pushed the coffee cup toward him.
"What's wrong, Mamoru-kun? Is it a girl?"
Why do you always have to think it's a girl, Motoki-kun?" Mamoru asked his friend exasperatedly. Motoki looked nonplussed.
"Mamoru-kun, my friend, nothing makes a guy more miserable or happy than something with sweet-smelling hair, perfect lips, and-"
"-curves like mountains. You're obsessing about Reika-san again," Mamoru interrupted, raising his eyebrows. Motoki flushed and Mamoru stared at the formica counter, brooding.
'If he knew how right he was, it'd kill me,' Mamoru thought. Now that he thought about it, he really could blame pretty much all of his problems on the female sex. It had been one mysterious-as-hell Princess who had haunted his dreams ever since he was a child. Later on, half the population of Tokyo (female, of course- ah yes, and a small minority of the male populace, too.) had made it their mission to hunt him down and take him out…on a date. This was all good and well, except that he just wasn't interested. As if that wasn't enough, he was also Tuxedo Kamen and had to fight Youmas with feminine forms and insane motives (such as killing him, draining people's energy, killing the Sailor Senshi, killing in general, making plans to take over the world, you know, that sort of thing). And then there was Sailor Moon. So clumsy he'd had to save her countless times times, so beautiful he'd had to mentally slap himself to stop thinking about her and focus on the Princess, it didn't help that her fuku skirt was shorter than a dish rag and revealed those long legs of hers. It was a blow to his ego how much of an effect she had on him and irritating as hell, almost as irritating as Odango, that slip of a girl who was every bit as hard for him to resist.
If only they knew, he thought wryly, what a distracted pervert the Hero of Tokyo really was. Mamoru's expression turned sour. He drank his coffee.
"Eh…Mamoru…are you alright?" Motoki asked fearfully as his friend held the mug in a vise-like grip that looked close to making the cup shatter. Mamoru realized what he was doing and relaxed his hold on the cup. Motoki shook his head. "See what I mean? You need a girl, Mamoru."
"Thanks. I'll put that on my list."
Motoki stopped in the middle of wiping down the counter. "Mamoru! I'm serious!" He said, annoyed with his friends flippancy. "Maybe if you had one, you'd lose the pole you've got shoved up your ass."
"Nicely put. I hope none of the kids around here heard that."
Mamoru eyed the blond man slowly building up a temper. What was it that they said about redheads and anger again? Motoki lost it and threw his rag to the ground. "Listen to me, Chiba Mamoru! While it may seem like no small miracle that I'm engaged to Reika, the hottest woman in the world, you couldn't have it any easier unless you were betrothed or something!" Mamoru froze, thrown off by only one word that his friend had said.
Betrothed?
The word hit him and reminded him of a breath-taking figure in white. Could the Princess have been betrothed to him, in another life perhaps? Was that why she strayed into his dreams? He shrugged that thought off. "Motoki-kun, you take your love life way too seriously. Weren't you the one who was freaking out over the phone two weeks ago because Reika asked you not to use so much tongue?" (A/N poor Motoki really got bashed there.)Motoki reddened. "It was a perfectly normal reaction." He muttered, face flaming. Mamoru smirked then paled slightly at Motoki's comeback.
"It's not like you would know anything about that! You've probably never ever been kissed!"
Mamoru twitched. (A/N Poor Mamo-chan! Sorry I made him a little Usagish) "I have, too! I've kissed lots of girls! I've kissed so many it doesn't even faze me! I could turn around and kiss the first girl I see and not care!" To illustrate this, he turned around just as a girl was walking up the counter and held her to him, crushing his lips to hers.
Usagi was on top of the world. She had on a new pale blue mini skirt and a light mint green top she'd bought the other day. She looked prettier than usual today as she ran to the Crown Arcade, pigtails flying behind her. 'Come on, Usagi,' she told herself. 'It's a good day today; don't ruin it by being late.' She arrived at the Crown and stopped to catch her breath. 'Maybe I can talk to Motoki=onii-san…if Mamoru-baka doesn't show up. She walked in and saw Mamoru leave his seat. 'It's my lucky day!' she thought triumphantly to herself. 'Oh, I hope he leaves before the girls show up and force me to talk Senshi Business!" But to her surprise, Mamoru did not leave. Instead, he turned around, grabbed her roughly by the waist and kissed her. She'd had no time to realize what was going on before it was too late. All she knew was that a tender pair of lips was firmly set on hers and that one hand was holding her face up while the other supported her limbs which had given out from underneath her.
Bliss gave into horror as comprehension dawned on her. She was kissing her worst enemy…
And she never wanted it to stop. For the longest time she was locked in his embrace until an impatient cough alerted Usagi to the girls' presence. Rei, Makoto and Minako stood there, amused smirks apparent on their faces while a blushing Ami clutched her textbook like it was a life preserver. Mamoru and Usagi broke apart, panting. They looked into each other's eyes.
'Oh fuck, I just kissed a minor…'
'Oh Kami! I kissed an asshole…and I liked it!'
Don't hate me minna! There's more where that came from! Please review or I won't continue!