Chocolate
Words: 494
(Mild cursing)
Mamoru lay in bed, a thermometer stuck in between his lips. He woke up with a horrible headache and a nasty cough. He tried to get out of bed, but he got dizzy and woozy. He wanted desperately to get out of bed, since today was a holiday and Usagi would be at the arcade sooner then usual, but he could barely stand for more then moments. It killed him to miss their run-in's, but would rather stay in bed then get her sick like this.
So he waited diligently for the beep, letting him know it wouldn't go any higher. Pulling it out, he looked at the digital display and swore. '101.2, a definite fever.' He thought, putting the thermometer back on his night stand. He took Dayquil earlier, but it wasn't working for him, so he chose the miserable day instead of going out into public. A wave of nausea hit him like a bus and rushed to the bathroom.
Hunched over the toilet, he tried to think of anything that would make him feel just a little bit better. Immediately he pictured Usagi's smiling face. It seemed to calm him, letting him stand without the feeling of a moving floor. He went to the sink and rinsed his mouth out and washed his face, then looked in the mirror.
To say he was surprised at what he saw was an understatement. Dark, black circles were living under his red, irritated eyes. He looked deathly pale and gaunt. "So this is what shit looks like." He muttered to the image in the mirror. He left the bathroom and was about to crawl back in bed, but the doorbell rang. He sighed and pulled on his dark blue robe. He waddled across his carpet floor and swung open the door.
Usagi was standing in front of him, looking particularly lovely in a bright blue sweater and jeans, with a white scarf wrapped around her neck. She was smiling brightly, her hands hidden safely behind her back. Her pink cheeks and red nose gave Mamoru a sense of the weather outside, knowing that it was cooler. She was rocking, semi-nervously. "Ohayo Mamoru-san! I was sitting at the arcade and didn't see your grumbling face. Motoki said you were really sick."
"And?"
"And I brought you this." She stuck out her gloved hands to reveal a handful of Hershey's kisses. "My mom use to say that a kiss healed everything. And since these lips aren't touching that face, I figured these might do just as well." She smiled brightly, putting the chocolate in his hand. "Feel better, Mamoru-baka." She waved and left, leaving a stunned Mamoru in her wake.
He turned and closed the door, smiling softly to himself as he stared at the little silver-wrapped gifts. He unwrapped one and popped it in his mouth. "Wow Usagi. Kisses do make ya feel better." And he sauntered back to his room, images of Usagi and kisses playing in his mind.