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SUMMARY: The comm I'm writing this for is for First Season fic, but I'm told that I can write from other timelines as long as I keep it MamoUsa. grins Works for me!
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Written for usakomamoru community at LJ

EVERY THOUGHT MATTERS

by Leni

001. CHOCOLATE

Ah, peace….

Motoki's two favourite clients were present, but they'd decided to spare his eardrums today and ignore each other. Mamoru sat alone, nursing his usual coffee, while Usagi and her friends occupied a bench far enough to prevent any crossfire.

Life was good.

Motoki blinked when a napkin appeared before him. "Huh?"

"Your little fan will need it," Mamoru answered before he stood up and left.

Motoki glanced over and, indeed, a smudge of chocolate milkshake painted Usagi's cheek. It was small, almost indiscernible at this distance, and, really…

…how had Mamoru noticed it?

The abandoned coffee didn't answer.

07/03/07

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002. MASKS

She almost fell off her chair when she heard him. Chiba-sempai? In an arcade? Ignoring her best friend's eyeroll, Kasumi followed his voice... and found him facing off a small blonde.

Lover's quarrel?

Kasumi's first thought was that Mamoru Chiba could do better than a shrieking, inmature girl. Then she winced at his reply. Really! He was such a fake. Figures the suave image was a mask while he'd come and torture that poor girl.

Incensed, she marched straight to her table, never noticing as the 'poor girl' silenced him with a well-aimed cherry and a stomp on his foot.

08/03/07

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003. HAIR

Mamoru chuckled. The Odango kept muttering darkly while her friends dragged her away.

Satisfied, he returned to his coffee –

- and sputtered.

Fishing out the strange object, Mamoru studied it. This counted as murder attempt; one could choke himself on a hair this long. Curious, he began twirling it around his finger… and continued… and continued…. No wonder she put it up, even in that ridiculous hairstyle; she'd probably trip (and fall straight into him) if she let it down.

"Hey, Mamoru. Aren't you late for class?"

In another second, Mamoru was rushing through the doors. Improvised ring and all.

08/03/07

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004. KARMA

The sudden weight against her chest overbalanced her. Stunned, Miri barely managed to keep both of them upright.

"I'm so sorry!" The girl's wide doe eyes granted her immediate forgiveness. She bowed politely and then zoomed off towards the nearby school, long pigtails trailing wildly behind her.

Distracted with the spectacle, Miri collided against a stranger. "I'm so sorry!" she said mechanically, echoing the younger girl. What goes around….

The stranger chuckled. "Figures. I'd hoped that by coming by later…." He shook his head to himself. "Don't worry. I think fate is trying to tell me something."

Miri blinked. Huh?

09/03/07

tbc…

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