Just thought that I would try my own at the 100 Usa/Mamo Challenges. I'm not sure if I will be writing any more for this, but I guess I'll just wait to see what kind of a response I get from it, so please let me know what you think of it.

Jacket:

It really wasn't her day. She had slept in late – again, thus she was given detention and she missed the sale at the new ice cream shop that had just opened. And now that she was finally going to head over the arcade for a bit of R and R Usagi remembered that her allowance had been cut due to a bad test score the previous week.

Ugh, might as well go home, she thought.

There she could at least grab a bite to eat and take a load off.

Ping.

What?

Plunk.

Rain!

Ding.

She wasn't even near home now.

"Great! Just wonderful, now I'm going to be soaking wet by the time I finally make it home. This day couldn't get any worse."

Spoke too soon.

Chiba Mamoru.

The devil himself.

And that hideous jacket.

Maybe if I just don't look over there he won't notice me.

Usagi stopped and stayed very still…

Nope, didn't work here he comes. Damn. Don't worry, act cool. Never mind the fact that your top is white and soaking wet, leaving nothing to the imagination. Don't cross your arms! It'll only draw his attention. Suddenly Usagi's inner dialogue with herself was interrupted by Mamoru's voice.

"Odango, what are you doing out here in this weather? I thought you'd be safely tucked away at the arcade or at the new Parlor that opened up."

Good, he's only looking at my face. Just give him what he deserves and walk very quickly away. You can do it Usa.

"I – I …. Go away Baka!" Nice one Usa. Since you can't do part A of the plan, at least do part B. WALK AWAY!

She turned to do just that when she felt a warm hand fall to her drenched shoulder. A sigh passed her lips. Gently she was turned around so that Mamoru could look her straight in the face.

As Usagi looked up hesitantly she noticed that Mamoru's cheeks were bright red and his eyes kept on flickering down towards her very soaked chest.

"Um, Usa why don't you take my jacket. You'll catch your death standing out here in just your uniform. And what would I do if my Usa got sick?" His grin was disarming as were his eyes that looked straight into her own.

Before she could snap out of her shock, Usagi found herself being wrapped in a warm jacket that smelled of the enticing aroma of coffee beans and roses. Who would have thought that the hideously green monstrosity of a jacket that Mamoru always wore was so inviting and comforting.

"Thanks Mamo-chan."

Slowly she turned and continued her trek home, wrapped in the arms of her Mamo-chan. And you know, he never asked for his jacket back. Who would have guessed that all it took was a little rain and a bit of chivalry to get rid of such a vile article of clothing.

End

Not too sure about this, but thought I'd just throw it out there.

- Lara