Hi folks. I know I haven't updated anything in a while. I just wanted to let you guys know, I'm still alive, though busy. This is just a little ficcie, nothing special. I don't think I'm gonna write much beyond the kiss, if you know what I mean. It's just a meaningless gettogether fic. Don't worry, I'm still working on everything else, be it Sailor Moon, or Gundam Wing, or Spirited Away, but it's not going very fast. Sorry about that. I hope to have the next Silver wrapped Gift out soon, I have about two third of the chapter done. A little preview kind of thing, Minako and Kunzite meet.

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Usagi yawned. Geometry was down right boring. Maybe she could get Ami to help her after school. Amazing that she would actually consider getting help for schoolwork. Maybe Sailor Moon's sense of responsibility was rubbing off on her personal life.

Finally the bell sounded for the last class. Happily she ran from the classroom, without detention for a change. So she headed straight for the Arcade.

"Hi, Motoki!"

"Well, hello, Usagi," the blond owner of the Crown Arcade said. "The usual?"

"Yes, please!" She grinned broadly as the chocolate milkshake was placed in front of her. She was so engrossed in her treat, that she didn't notice the man sitting just a few feet away from her.

Mamoru was surprisingly troubled for a man who was usually so stoic. Last night he had done something he should never have. He had kissed Sailor Moon. She had been dressed as a princess, but he had seen her change into Sailor Moon. She had also saved his life with that umbrella of hers. After the fight about the princess D's treasure, which wasn't the Mystical Silver Crystal at all, she had stumbled into his chest, too tired to stand on her own. She had looked so pretty, and kind. He couldn't simply leave her to herself. So he had picked her up and placed her on a balcony's rail. Her face showed no worry at all at being with a complete stranger. His gloved fingertips had stroked her cheek. Then, as if acted on their own accord, they had drifted down to her chin and lifted her face to his. She hadn't even struggled when he kissed her, trusting him completely and responding to his touch.

She had tasted like strawberry and vanilla, and something more, he found, as he stared at his strawberry and vanilla shake that didn't quite match up to her. Something unique that defined just her alone still lingered on his lips. He hoped, wished, he would get another chance of tasting hers again.

Usagi stretched in her seat. "I'm leaving, now. I've got homework." She stretched the word.

"Don't tell me little Meatball Head actually learned some responsibility?" a familiar voice drawled.

Usagi huffed indignantly. "I'll have you know, I can be very responsible if need be. And it just so happens that the need arises quite regularly nowadays." She turned with a flick of her two pigtails and glided out of the Arcade doors.

Leaving a pair of very, very baffled young men in her wake.

"Did you hear that?" Motoki whispered.

"Yeah," Mamoru answered. "I didn't know she had that in her vocabulary."

"Neither did I."

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Well, that's it for now. It will be updated soon, provided I get reviews. I'm not calling any numbers though, cause I know this ain't much to go on. I'll probably find some time this weekend.