A/N: Despite my hatred of Valentine's Day (no, it's nothing to do with the fact that for yet another year I don't have a boyfriend!), I've decided that I'm going to do one story for each of my favourite fandoms in celebration of it. So here is my Sailor Moon one – seven drabbles for each anime season (I've split R in two – Return and Romance), and one for the future. Here's the first one - hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it … which should be obvious seeing as I was about three foot tall when Sailor Moon was first released …

Summary: No matter what's happening in the world or what their responsibilities may be at the time, it's the one day of the year that's all about them.

Eternal

Chapter One: Sailor Moon Classic

Strawberries

"I hate Valentine's Day."

Motoki rolled his eyes at his companion, who currently had her head down on the counter and her blonde hair spilling every which way. "No you don't, Usagi-chan," he replied patiently.

"I do. It's stupid," she retorted grumpily. "Stupid commercial rubbish designed to make people who are alone feel like worthless pathetic excuses for human beings."

Motoki blinked. "Want a milkshake?"

"Yes please," she sighed, finally raising her head. "But not the strawberry one."

He frowned, starting to mix her up a chocolate milkshake. "I thought you'd like that." As a promotion, the Crown had done up their strawberry milkshakes to match the holiday, complete with heart-shaped marshmallows and tiny heart-shaped sugar sprinkles, all served in a glass decorated with – you guessed it – hearts.

Usagi glared at him. Motoki gave her the chocolate milkshake and swiftly moved on.

"Yo, Odango Atama," a voice drawled from the doorway.

Usagi slowly swivelled her head to look at the bane of her existence, her eyes narrowing. "You."

"Me," he replied. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

She kicked him in the shin.

"OW! What was that for?" Mamoru demanded angrily, hopping on one foot.

"For mocking someone who is clearly alone and depressed and a total loser on the worst day of the year," Usagi retorted bluntly, her head falling back onto the counter.

"Well then, scoot up," he ordered. "Make room for another loser."

"You're always a loser, there's nothing special about today," she replied, but scooted up slightly.

"Charming," Mamoru rolled his eyes, signalling Motoki for a coffee. "Why are you so upset, anyway? You told me yesterday that Valentine's Day was nothing more than stupid commercial rubbish designed to make people who are alone feel like worthless pathetic excuses for human beings."

"I know," Usagi nodded, sipping her milkshake slowly.

"So what?" he grinned. "You'd like it if you were actually with someone?"

"Well duh," she sighed. "Valentine's Day is great when you're not alone. You get flowers and chocolates and dinners out, but when you're alone, it just plain sucks."

"You're not alone."

"No, I'm with you, and that's worse."

Motoki slid him a coffee just as Mamoru laughed out loud. "You have your whole life to get the flowers and chocolates and dinners. What's the problem with spending one day alone?"

"Because it represents a whole year alone!" she wailed miserably. "I don't get it! Other people have boyfriends. Most people manage to at least get a date for Valentine's Day. But not me; it's just another day after three hundred and sixty four other days of being dateless."

"Uh, Odango?" he said nervously. "You're venturing dangerously close into teenage angst, and I don't do that agony aunt stuff."

Usagi glared at him. "So you're saying it doesn't bother you that you're alone?"

"Of course not!" he cried. "Hell, this is the closest thing I've had to a Valentine's date in my whole life."

"You loser," she said, but she was smiling.

"I'll get over it," Mamoru grinned. "Besides, I'd rather be here with you trading not-so-witty-banter than stuck in a restaurant spouting poetry and presenting diamonds to some stick insect who doesn't know what the capital of France is. Not that you know either, of course …"

Usagi stuck her tongue out at him. "You know, Mamoru-baka … that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"I know," he agreed, throwing some money on the counter and getting to his feet. "Must be the spirit of the day. Don't worry, I'll be back to my jerk-like self tomorrow."

"Looking forward to it."

"Later, Odango."

She watched him as he went over to have a word with Motoki, then left the arcade.

Well, that had been strange.

Usagi let her head fall back onto the counter, only this time it was more to hide the smile on her face than because she was depressed.

"Here you go, Usagi-chan," Motoki said brightly, suddenly appearing in front of her and placing a tall pink glass on the counter. "One strawberry milkshake."

She looked at her friend blankly. "I didn't order this."

"I know," he grinned happily. "Mamoru ordered it for you. Enjoy."

Usagi watched as Motoki virtually skipped off to serve another customer, and then took a long sip of the pink, sugary confection in front of her.

Huh. So maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all.