Decided to start drabbling again this summer, so for the most part, I'm gonna be looking at Usako_mamoru's 100 themes.
Except for when a new anniversary challenge pops up, of course...
Theme 15- Mistake
by Natsudori Lina
There was movement in Mamoru's red Coupe. Moisture lightly coated the windows and, from the outside, Usagi stared, transfixed, at the bare female back that she could just make out. The girl inside had perfect shoulder blades, beautifully sculpted arms, and a mane of long blonde hair. The early morning's orange glow crept into the parking structure and softly lit her tan.
Usagi felt her anger rising in time with the girl's rhythm.
Sick. That's why Motoki had said Mamoru wasn't at the arcade yesterday. He was "sick." She figured she'd be nice for a change because God only knew that if the Baka wasn't out being his usual, overachieving self, then he must really be feeling terrible. So she'd dragged her butt out of bed two hours early to come over with some of Mako-chan's soup and (though the thought made her want to vomit herself) clear away any sick mess he might have made.
Sick. And before she quite knew what she was doing, Usagi tore open the door and tossed the chicken noodle over the strange girl's back.
"I hope you enjoy the soup, you hentai!"
She turned to storm away and crashed into a solid chest, clad in a simple white T-shirt. Absent hands steadied her shoulders and she looked up to see Mamoru staring transfixed and horrified at his car. His nose was red, his eyes were slightly watery, and his face was pale. If the green tint of his cheeks was any indicator, Usagi thought he might vomit.
"Dat," he said slowly between a stuffed nose, "is de last tibe I let Minako overhear where I keep by spare key."