The reason for which I didn't upload these shots in my other senshi-shitennou series, is that they have slight different subjects: love and pain. Indeed, this shorties will show the shitennou and the painful (and funny) moments they'll have to go through in order to get their beloved senshi. Each story will include one couple, the stories are not tied together and I will be using both original and dubbed names. Also, I might change the rating a bit, due to some swearing. Anyway, sit back and enjoy! That's an order

Oh, and btw, I don't own Sailor Moon!

No! It's couldn't be! No, no way! Not in here!

He suddenly stopped his pacing and abruptly turned his head towards the wooden door, glaring at it as if it was his worst "enemy"… although he was probably hiding right behind it, enjoying the sight through the key-hole… after all, Zack was capable of everything when it came to gloating and watching others burn with hatred or envy. And now it was his time to pass through the ordeal.

He felt a strange black aura emanate from his entire body, surrounding him and scaring the heck out of all the passer-bys, for a thousand eyes appeared to be staring right at him and probably somewhere around five hundred minds wondered what the hell he was doing.

Well, to put it in one sentence, he was glaring at the door of his old "enemy's" brand new restaurant. Why, you would ask? Well, that would be happening thanks to their latest fight, which occured several hours before the grand opening, a certain party he had stubbornly refused to attend to. The reason? The fact that Zack could not possibly lead a restaurant when he had absolutely no idea about how food was born from so many fresh ingredients. However, he, Nicholas Harrington, he was a real food man!

"It was great seeing you again. Hope you enjoyed your evening!" an enthusiastic voice was heard from the other side, as the doors opened widely, revealing his friend and an unknown couple.

"We did! Thanks once again for the surprise desert!" the woman waved happily, her long blonde ponytails swinging energetically from above her ears. Who the hell wears ponytails in their twenties???

"We'll definitely come back!" the man spoke as well, while trying (almost desperately) to pull his girlfriend/wife towards their car. Apparently he was the normal one in the pair, having a reasonable hair-do, unlike his cheerful eternal half.

"Bye Zachary!" her voice could be heard until the car's doors were securely shut.

"Oh, it's you!" his voice suddenly turned dull and annoyed as his eyes glared back at the already fuming man. The man's aura darkened even more, forcing all those around him to disappear as fast as possible from the vicinity.

"Careful, you wouldn't want to lose the sole two clients you have. I'm surprised you haven't already gone bankrupt." Sarcasm was extremely polite next to whatever tone his voice reached.

"Watch…" Zack calmly spoke as he opened the doors once again, revealing a beautifully decorated mess hall, filled with people who appeared to be enjoying their lunch. With the same calm movements, he blocked the entrance and returned to his friend. "And die of envy." A malicious smile seemed stuck to the blonde's face, making the other one want to punch it away.

"Cut it out before my fingers start itching!"

"See? I told you my place would be a big hit. In your face, Harrington!"

"Impossible! Both by the number of people inside and the smell exiting your kitchen's windows, you must have found an outstanding cook! And that's really impossible!" Harrington denied all logical reasons.

"Not for me! I have found a secret weapon and I'm not sharing it with you! Ever since I told you about my restaurant, you've only criticized me! Now go away!" the owner wanted to enter the hall and close the door, but was stopped by a strong arm.

"I must meet this secret weapon of yours. Come on, I know you want to brag about your cook, so let's just say that I'll accept it, thanks to a much too high level of curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat…" the same malicious smile seemed to have found its way back on the man's somewhat feminine features.

"I don't even want to know how Amy can stand you. You are an evil leprechaun and she's a beautiful angel. What did you do? Tricked her into dating you?"

"Hey, don't speak about my fairy like that! And if you must know, it was the other way around…"

"Meaning she's the evil leprechaun? Kinda' hard to imagine it." This time, it was Harrington who smirked and "Zachary!" who glared. "Ok, ok, just let me meet him." He asked, while already walking towards the kitchen.

"If you apologize."

"In your dreams!"

"Grr! Fine... If you admit I can lead a restaurant." The two men stopped.

"… For the sake of this divine smell outside, I must surrender…" They began walking again.

"Yay! Oh,, and by the way. It's a she…" But his words had come out too late, for the door leading into the large kitchen was already opened widely, allowing the delicious scents pass into the small hallway between the mess hall and the room where all the miracles took place. And, as expected, Harrington stood in the doorway, staring star-struck inside the white hall equipped with various cooking devices and edible supplies.

"You dirty, evil man…" after a good while of staring, he turned to his friend and glared some more. However, that did not seem to have any impact on him, for he was nearly fallen to the floor in fits of laughter.

"I knew this should get your attention." He finally stood up and tried to calm down, while pulling him inside the kitchen, where the "secret weapon" was carefully hidden away from any prying eyes. "Oh, Litaaa!" he called out as sweetly as before, causing several waiters to turn around with stars in their eyes and his friend to nearly throw up.

"Yes, Zack!" the chef turned around, her cap moving slightly once with her long ponytail. Her amazingly green eyes stared at the duo, a questioning look hiding inside of them, while the exact tip of nose was covered in flour. A funny picture if you asked anyone else from that kitchen, but an incredibly lovely one if you were to hear Harrington's real thoughts.

"My dear Lita, I would like you to meet one of my best friends and greatest enemies." His words received a rather puzzled look from the food goddess. "This is Nicholas Harrington, a true legend among my friends when it comes to food."

"Oh, nice meeting you, Mr. Harrington. I've heard quite a lot about you." The young woman smiled, bringing alien feelings inside the man's soul.

"Really? I didn't think Zack here would talk about me so much." He gave the blonde man a friendly nudge, while passing another hand through his own rich auburn locks.

"Actually, I heard about you from the cooking channel. Apparently your exotic plates are quite heavenly."

"Really?"

"Indeed. I was actually thinking of coming to your restaurant for an interview, but then Zack's new shop was highly recommended by a close friend, so I decided to come here in the end."

"Oh…" the man's enthusiasm was suddenly killed away.

"But I will still make sure to stop by and try out your most famous recipes." She smiled again and brought up a new hope.

"Let me know when that is. I will make sure to put all my efforts in them." He suddenly pushed Zack away and stepped even closer to her, making almost all waiters faint from emotion. There was nothing like a live-action soap-opera in the middle of a steaming kitchen. However, she only blinked.

"Sure."

Without leaving her eyes for even a second, he leaned over, towards the table behind her, and gently dipped one finger inside the metal bowl that contained what appeared to be chocolate for a cake's icing. Unfortunately for him, what was supposed to be an incredible seductive gesture that made nearly every food girl in the country turn madly in love with him, became an extremely dumb one and made her desperately try to hide her laughter… for you see, both the bowl and especially the sweet liquid inside of it were quite hot. So, what should have been a romantic evening, ended with a trip at the hospital and with one of his fingers from the right hand tightly wrapped in several sets of bandages, after having been seriously treated for second degree burns.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you did that!" Jason was laughing like a mad man on the other side of the phone line. Bored and annoyed, the well-known cook threw the expensive cell-phone to his friend and inwardly swore the moment when he had decided he wanted friends… and especially these ones.

"Stop being mean. Yes, we know that… Yes… God, yes, how many times must I repeat it to you? Yeah… she was still laughing even after the 911 call. No, he's fine. They said he should be ok in a couple of weeks, so we'll probably have to starve until then. Ok, bye." He turned off the cell and threw it back to its owner. "Jason sends his hottest wishes." Zack once again found himself on the edge of laughter.

"I heard…" Nick growled and glared at whomever happened to cross his visual field at that moment.

"By the way, I'm sorry to inform you, but I have to stop by the restaurant before I get you home. There are some papers I forgot there with all the ruckus."

"Will she be there?"

"Don't know… You can wait in the car if you'd like." Mute glare. "Look, I know it was embarrassing, but trust me, she won't lower your rating only for something this shallow and stupid." Another mute glare. "Ok, maybe she will. But she'll act really cool about it. Trust me, I know her and so does Amy. She's a great girl… and if you were to look beyond her astounding meals and incredibly long legs, you might actually see what any man wants."

"…?"

"Soul mate, Nicholas Harrington! The words are "soul" and "mate"!"

"Damn, and I thought before you were girlish…"

"Cut it out! Try it and who knows, you might find what I did in my sweet doctor."

"The sole angel in Heaven who can stand all of your stupidity?"

"Someone to share my life with! God, sometimes I really don't know why I even bother!"

"It's because I feed you."

"Riiight…"

"Let's just go…"

Just as expected, the whole restaurant was drowned in darkness, right before Zack turned on the lights in order to search the stupid papers that had forced him to come to this damned place the second time that bloody day. After ten whole minutes of waiting, Nick decided he had had enough, got out of the car and entered the building as well. To his great surprise, he found the kitchen lights turned on, instead of the office ones. Entering the now clean and empty room, he met the last person he currently wanted to see: the kitchen goddess herself.

"Umm, hey! I was just looking for Zack. You didn't happen to see him, did you?" he asked, an incredibly faint blush covering his cheeks all of a sudden.

"Yeah, he just walked out and I believe he's currently starting the engine and driving as far away as possible." She answered promptly, once again taking him by surprise. He really didn't know other girls could react like that… and even if they usually did, they would always change in his presence.

"Damn… Look, sorry about earlier today…"

"No! It's my fault for having forgotten that the chocolate was still hot. I'm really the one to apologize here… and that's why I've come with a peace-offering." She stated and walked to the immense fridge, pulling out two plates one moment later. Indeed, you guessed correctly, the two plates held two slices from the blasted cake that had destroyed all of his plans, both covered in the chocolate that had taken revenge on his finger for wanting to take its mistress away. Who would even think chocolate could possibly carry such complex feelings?

"Are you sure it won't eat me?"

"I promise it. This time it's safe!" she smiled confidently and pointed to a chair next to her. A moment later, after gazing intensely into her eyes once again, he finally sat down and enjoyed the desert.

"Wow… this is really good!" he exclaimed after taking a small bite and stared at her.

"Yeah… I'm kind of famous among my friends for my deserts… Apparently I'm good at cooking." She joked and smiled.

"Very good, I might say…" damn, that secret and almost lecherous half of his seemed to come out again. And why not? One burnt finger was not such an important casualty in the war of love.

"Please don't do that again!" all plans shattered as his normal self returned abruptly.

"What?"

"Don't go all Casanova on me again. I don't want you to get hurt one more time."

"Casanova?"

"Would you prefer Don Juan?" Surprise and confusion. Well, it wasn't love, but not pain either. In the end, what else could possibly go wrong?

"Would you?" Ok, now he was seriously looking for trouble. He tried once again to approach her, when another sharp pain made his eyes nearly pop out of his head. "Shit!" he could stop himself this time.

Indeed, while trying to get to her, he searched for support on the table with his left hand, which he found… in the middle of her plate and right above a piece of chocolate and, of course, how could he possibly miss it, a fork… causing four different small pieces of metal enter his other, still unharmed palm.

"Warned you!" Lita screeched two minutes later, while she was trying to tie his bloody hand up with a towel and call 911. "You really need to stop doing that, or you'll manage to kill yourself at some point. Now stand still, so I can tie this up and stop the bleeding!"

"But it hurts!"

"This is for my dear friends Lita and Nick! Their relationship started as bumpy as it could, but may they face a thousand more years together!" Zack's words were followed by a deafening roar of laughter and applauses, filling the entire hall. In the middle of a large crowd, the bride and groom smiled happily, holding their hand together and secretly wishing to be all alone, millions of kilometers away from the ball that didn't seemed to end.

"And may they never forget that they owe it all to chocolate!" Jason suddenly shouted, causing even more laughter to be heard from everywhere.

"And table wear of course!" Kevin was the one to end the chain of jokes, despite his usually much too serious attitude.

Lita and Nick only stared at each other in silence, right before bursting out themselves in laughter and remembering once again the strange and painful moments that had brought them together for life.

Who could imagine her chocolate could be so delicious… and yet so painful and deadly?

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