Down for the Count
May 26th 2011
Summary: Season 1, AU, kind of. Seiya and Mamoru are competing over the same girl. But one of them put his foot in it, and the other one hasn't done much better. Will either of them, get the girl of their dreams?
AN: Yeah... this is not going to be a long story... 2 parts I think, at most. We'll see.
Back in Time- Mamoru meets Usagi
He caught a glimpse of the oddly located blond wandering up ahead of him. He didn't care too much, but that shade of blond was riveting. It wasn't seen to often, and especially not around these parts, though it was getting more common. He pondered for a second about that, trying to tell from her backside if she was a local or a foreigner. He noted her small stature, and lean figure, and school uniform and decided that she had to be local. Then he was pleased with his analysis, threw her into a section of his mind that he had figured out. She dyed her hair and could not be anything more than a vain and vapid female.
He did not bother with that type of female. In fact he did not bother with most people, female or male, and especially ones he thought not worth his time. His eyes went back to the textbook in hand. He did not bother to think about why they they both heading down this stretch of road, or even what stretch it was. He was by far too used to it to think, having already mapped out locations and even the slightest bump to avoid on this walk and any other detail he could come to realize. So he promptly ignored it, because he had it figured out.
His eyes instead securely locked onto the page in front of him, learning more, learning something new. His body would instinctively know when it was time to turn or stop for a light, though there weren't any he had to cross.
It was in this state of unawares, anything not directly near him, person wise or fixture, he was blissfully unaware of. The only reason he was aware of people was so he could avoid them. That was why, when something landed first on his head, then onto his opened book, blocking the words, did his head snap up in annoyance.
"What is this?" He stated loudly, for he caught the girl he had noted earlier, lowering her hand. She hadn't even glanced behind her after she tossed it. She could have angered a very dangerous person, as it was, he was still pretty peeved. "Yo! Odango! Do I look like a trashcan to you?" He didn't know why he said that, there was a whole slew of insults he could have parried at her, but this one seemed the most appropriate at the moment.
The girl's back stiffened and she spun on her toe, causing the people around her to be startled and disrupt the flow of pedestrian traffic. Further annoying Mamoru. Her anger seethed at the name he called her, though really it was rather tame for some of the things he could rightly call her. "Why you complete jerk, do you get off-... oh..." Her eyes widened on the paper in his hands, and he was opening it, annoyed further that she would retaliate instead of just apologize.
He glanced down at what she was in such a hurry to get rid of and he chuckled. His earlier idea of her confirmed tenfold at the score she got. "Really, Odango Atama, I would think even a fake dumb blond like you would get a better score in Japanese, something that you speak every day of your life, than this thirty. Unless of course, you have a speech impediment. Can you even speak, or do you just babble?"
He was teasing her because she hadn't done anything but splutter at him as he talked. When she reached out to grab the test from her, he finally looked at her again and saw her blue eyes blazing. Then she whipped around, not noticing his own eyes widening in surprise. But by then it was too late, he had definitely stepped in it, and stepped deep. She was gone, but one thing he learned, was that he was very much wrong. She was definitely a local, but she might not have been a dyed blond. That color combination intrigued him, and he would determine whether or not she was natural or even faker than he had assumed.
Though as he noticed his textbook now lying in the dusty street, he did resolve one thing in his second guessing, she was definitely a pest and probably stupid, just naturally.
Some Time in the Present- Mamoru and Usagi
Mamoru turned around a corner, bracing himself for an impact. Nothing came, and he took a deep breath of relief. He looked around, but the normal zone seemed free of his daily pain. He continued on his way, but this time as he rounded the next one, one that nothing had ever happened at before, because it was usually over by this time, he felt something slam into him with a force he was not used to.
They both toppled over, him landing on his back, and her landing on top of him, in a very unladylike position. Not that his hands were helping matters as they went around her on their own accord. One inappropriate low over the back of her hips and the other wrapped so far across her back, that it actually reached her opposite side, grazing an area that he seemed to accidentally touch more than he felt comfortable with. And that was his position on it, what she must have been feeling... well she spewed words at him often enough that he had an idea. Though she never caught on to his reaction.
Usagi jumped off of him, with an elbow to his gut and because of such sharp pain to his lower stomach it took him longer than he normally would. "Baka! What are you doing here?"
"Me? I'm walking, what do you think you're doing, tearing around corners at such high speeds? Had I been anyone else, you would have killed them!"
"There wasn't anyone else, there's never anyone else." It was true, everyone but Mamoru learned to walk on the other side of the street years ago, leaving this side blissfully empty for the town tornado. They still stopped and stared at the more recent development of these two bickering so loud it woke children and animals several streets away. The parents were often too entertained to be angry, unless it was really bad. But even the children and animals learned not to nap in the morning until the ruckess had passed.
Everyone older than five thought they knew what was really going on between these two, though they couldn't tell them that, they'd think the person speaking was loony. As it was, they probably weren't far from the truth. Though, the onlookers were kind of crazy as well. To let these two individuals affect their day so vastly as to actually avoid a section of the street and not to sleep, was ridiculous, but no one seemed to mind.
"That doesn't mean anything! The fact is that you're a danger to society! You should be locked up!" Mamoru shouted, his face in hers, hoping that with her naturally blue eyes, not contacts or surgery, shooting flames into his, that she wouldn't notice what he was trying so hard to hide from his little accidental groping earlier.
"I should be locked, me? You seriously think that I should be locked up? Well that's one pot calling a glass black!"
"You've mixed up your sayings Odango."
"Baka, that's the point!"
"Why on Earth should I be locked up? I'm not the one going around running into people and knocking them clear off their feet! I've never hurt anyone!"
"That's what you think!" Usagi shouted back into his face and when he frowned slightly in confusion and tilted his head, she knew his sharp brain was going to figure something out soon if she didn't distract him with another argument. "You're so tall and so cold, how would you know if your giant feet stepped on someone? You wouldn't even feel it or see it from your perch so high up there."
Mamoru winced, she'd just slammed him with three barbs in two different situations just then and he hadn't gotten back at her very well. He was always learning with her that appearances were deceiving and just when he had her figured out, she would smack him with another layer to her that he never knew existed before. That was the problem too, for every thing about her he finally got right and placed in its proper category, he realized that he liked that about her. The only thing he didn't really like was this hole that he created and was continuing to dig, thinking he was getting out of it, thinking the walls would collapse in and give him a foothold out, but he kept getting deeper as he not only got rid of any ground under him, but it also built on top of all that was around him.
"Just watch where you're going Odango Atama, I've only got one life, and I would prefer to see it past high school."
The line delivered with the right amount of laid back attitude, concern for his own well-being and scorn for her skills at walking infuriated her more than the best worded and cruelest comment. Though it didn't hit home as deep, which was a relief to the blond on the receiving end. She wasn't sure she could handle one like that this morning.
Her nose scrunched up and she got all red, mainly because at moments like these, he so damned unreachable, and she could reach everyone, except the giant oaf in front of her. "Just stay out of my way Baka if you know what's good for you." Then she stormed off, but her words were exactly the problem in a nutshell. They really should have stayed away from each other.
Back in Time- Seiya meets Usagi
It was probably the order of meeting that ruined this one and really changed how things happened from here. Usagi was still braised by Mamoru's insensitive taunts about her Japanese test score. Her writing wasn't her strongest point and she knew it, especially when they went and changed the characters on her, again.
She had also just taken in a cat, a fully grown, black feline that was probably still feral. It shouldn't have surprised Usagi, she had gotten her off the street, saving her from taunting boys around the same age as Shingo, her brother. Who had been deathly afraid of cats to start with, and now the feeling was mutual. The black cat wouldn't leave her alone either, always pawing at her, and whining. Usagi rubbed at the deep scratch she had gotten from the cat when she wanted Usagi to get up the night before, as it was oh so urgent.
Usagi rolled her eyes.
It was the weekend, and she saw something set up in the city center. Even for being a new city, and highly industrial and modern they still had a city square in the center. There were flowers and some aptly placed trees, but it wasn't like the parks down the way that she liked to visit frequently.
There were gates blocking people from entering, and a lot of other people milling about inside the city center and even more standing around the blocks. Usagi groaned as she realized they were filming yet another show in the area, this was blocked off more times than she could remember, having only actually being able to enjoy the area a handful of times. She really should find a new route to the arcade.
Instead of going all the way around, and not cutting through like she wanted to, (that she knew how to do expertly, for even though she only enjoyed it a few times, she had cut through on the other rare occasions when the most famous city center was abandoned from the harsh technology), she instead turned to her right, skirting past it. Usually she was on the other side, so she never had to bother with the trailers. Now she noticed there were a lot of trailers. She gulped, if she had to go around this, she might as well have tried to bolt through the center.
She firmed her stance and started walking towards the vehicles. Nobody was standing guard or watching to make sure trespassers did not enter. There were probably a few men on security detail closer in, near things that actually mattered, the stars, the food, the water, maybe even make up and clothes and props, but the rest of this, the rest of it didn't really matter. Except maybe the technology used in the filming, that might be guarded too. The more Usagi thought about it, the more she became less confident on whether or not she could do this. She had just convinced herself to just go, and deal with the consequences once she got caught, and half way through, she could just play it off, and she nodded to herself, and started walking. Her head hung a little, because she knew she shouldn't be there, and didn't want to draw attention to herself.
"You should have walk with purpose, nobody will bother you if you did that. You'd look like you belong. Now you'll just get caught. It's hopeless, don't even bother."
Usagi jumped and looked around, she did not see who spoke. "Wh-w-w-who's there?"
A boy swung up and over a bench he had been lying on, and she wondered where he had come from and how he could have even seen her. "Hey, sorry for frightening you, I just saw you pondering your course a ways back, and it was kind of amusing."
"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring the fact that he had found her situation amusing and that was slightly offensive, in a way.
He smiled a little crookedly at her, even more amused by what she said than her actions of earlier. "You don't know?"
Usagi shook her head, she had no idea. "No, and where are you going?"
He was walking into the area he had told her was restricted and that she could have gotten away with it, had she known how, but now he was off doing it? "Someone allowed in here. You're funny, and it's cute you don't know. I'll see you around Odango!" He threw a wave over his shoulder as he walked past the gate.
Usagi's fist clenched and she growled angrily, how dare he use that name as well! Now she had to go find her way to where she was going, and to top it off, she was late! Rei was going to totally kill her. He was seriously going to get an ear full the next time she saw him!
And she did see him again, several times in fact. The next time he was still aggravating in his insistence in calling her that painful name, but he was also charming. Then the time after that, she learned who he was. It didn't change her opinion of him, but it did answer some questions, and meant that he was thrust into her life a lot closer than she would have expected a celebrity to be in. He used his charms to somehow convince her that she had to be the one to show him around and make him and his family settle in better around these parts, though she didn't have to see them, just him. That didn't mean her friends didn't try to tag along with the same excuse, that they were going to show his brothers around.
Usagi rolled her eyes at the idea. But it did keep them out of her hair. Rei was infatuated with Mamoru, Ami had some shy flirtation going on with Taiki and Minako was all over Yaten while Makoto flirted shamelessly with Motoki, who Usagi always thought herself as crushing on, but that had quickly faded with the other boys entrance into her life, and if she were honest, long before that. Even Umino was taken off of her hands, a boy yes, and usually it was the other way around, but Naru was heaven sent to distract him. Usagi wasn't interested. Though she wasn't aware of anyone interested in her either. She just had a good frenemy going on with Seiya. Not that her friends would let her stop hanging out with him, they needed that connection so they could continue hanging out with the brothers.
Though they didn't need it, they'd all see them at school anyways, well not Rei, but still, there was plenty of opportunity. Sometimes too many, but Usagi's lips still inched up at the thought of Kou Seiya.
Some Time in the Present- Usagi and Seiya
There she was again, the girl who had caught his attention. Not because of her looks. Of course she was gorgeous and not just gorgeous, she was exotic, but local and natural all at the same time. It wasn't her skin deep looks that had even drawn him originally. He'd seen plenty of blond-blue eyed girls to have completely bypassed her without seeing that she did truly stand out looks wise as well.
No, what caught his attention was her antics. She had been interesting. He had wanted her, thinking it was another attention seeking, hogging limelight due to others work, and only by chance, right place, right time. But even her process to do what he thought she was going to do, made his lips quirk up, she had an entire chant going on in her head that she could do it.
Then when she finally was, he wanted to trip her up. So he told her the truth, nobody probably would have noticed her presence on set had she walked like she owned the place. She had movie star good looks, she could have been thought of as a new face on the scene and ignored, or even catered to.
She had jumped a mile high and he chuckled to himself, and when she really did look frightened that some disembodied voice had caught her, he took pity on her and showed himself. If she was an attention seeking hog, he'd reward her for at least amusing him. But she hadn't screamed and clomped onto him, in fact it was as if he was just anyone in the street. A nobody. He hadn't been a nobody in such a long time.
She confirmed it by not only her words, but also her actions. That alone had attracted her to him, but it might not have been enough to hold his attention. Her looks still didn't matter, it helped, sure it did, he was a hot-blooded man after all, but it was her overall good personality that drew him to her, and pardon the cliché, but like a moth to a flame. She could have been the ugliest girl, well ok, not the ugliest girl, but she could have been plain and he would have found her attractive just because of that. The fact that she looked good next to him, only made him worry less about what would happen if he made his thoughts known, and all the fangirls, maybe even her friends, turned into jealous banshees. They couldn't fault her for her looks, and they couldn't fault her for her personality. Well, at least most of it. She was a little flighty and didn't get the best grades in all subjects, and a few other things.
He had yet to learn of one of the major flaws in her character, but he wouldn't think of it that way, laying the blame where it truly belonged, when he got over the ache in his eardrums. Which was definitely a flaw in his mind, but he could overcome it... and he knew about it almost from the start.
Speaking of which, this is when his ears felt like they were bleeding. He dropped his arm across the shoulders of the blond, and leaned over to look at the screen. She was winning, and if it was anything to go by, further than she normally did. He would have opened him mouth and called her by his nickname for her, but while it was cute to see her get all flustered and angry at just the mention of the word, he knew better than to make her loose focus with a Sailor V game. He would be deaf for life and that wouldn't be good for his career.
He still was too close. He got a spare glance, from when she could manage it, but didn't shuffle off his arm like she usually did, and all of the above just endeared her to him. He had to be cautious and get her truly interested before he brought up the topic, had to be sure of her feelings growing, so they could discuss it rationally. Tell her truthfully all that which could affect her if she got close to him. She didn't actively seek him out, but they had hung out together, invitations going both ways, though hers were more blatant invitations, and his were crafted to seem as an after thought, a kind after thought.
He was too close because not too long after he sidled up to her side, she pounded against the machine like a crazy person and then she let it go in shock, staring at the screen. That lasted for all of second, making him look down at her, to see if she was ok, and then her mouth opened and an earsplitting scream erupted his eardrums. He actually feared they were bleeding as she cheered. She had gotten an all time record high after beating the game. Not even the arcade-gamer had done that.
Everyone turned stared, though nobody was all that surprised, they just wanted to know what it was this time. The blond man at the counter frowned slightly towards them in confusion. Not at the screaming and dancing spectacle Usagi was making of herself, but at him.
Seiya lifted a brow, thinking the man was just trying to figure out where he'd seen him before. To piece together why he looked so familiar, or why he may be in his arcade. But then the eyes flickered from him to a man with dark hair that just walked into the arcade, and the expression changed to chagrined.
Seiya was trying to figure out the face, when he looked towards the newcomer and dark blue eyes looked back at him.
And Then it Happened.
The dark blue gaze directed at him was unreadable, and perhaps a little unconcerned, skipping right over him to the screaming girl who was about to loose her voice. Then it was as if a record scratched and the eyes shot back to him and Seiya could sense a frown overcome the man, though no muscle twitched.
Neither one knew quite what to make out of this situation. They both looked at each other, sizing one another up and not really knowing why. There was absolutely no reason why either one should suddenly feel a tension in their bodies, they didn't know the other. The new guy might recognize Seiya from somewhere, but whatever he knew about Seiya, had been nothing but good press.
Though he might not connect why he recognized him, and instead assume it was because he was the most wanted criminal in the world. That might be why Seiya tensed, wondering if there were going to be unwanted attention flung at him. People knew who he was, but usually gave him a wide birth. The only time he needed security guards was strangely enough when he was with his brothers.
Then when Usagi clomped onto Seiya's arm, reasonably calmer, and wanting to show him her initials and her score, it's when the other shoe dropped. Nobody else could see it, but Seiya could see a muscle tick in the man's jaw. It had only happened when Usagi had given him attention, and not only attention, but touched him.
If Seiya had been a lesser man, he would have quivered from the first glance when the new guy had noticed his proximity to her, when it was just by chance he was so close to the radiant girl. Now that the man, Seiya still didn't know his name, knew the two were on more than a simple 'excuse me, can I get by' basis, it went from scary to dangerous, and had she not touched him, he would have been somewhere in between. So he had a rival, Seiya turned away, smirking as he directed his attention where Usagi wanted it. Good, bring it on, this guy didn't scare him, and it would take a major fight, or Usagi's clear decision to get rid of him, and even then he probably wouldn't go far. Not when he found her.
Mamoru was a master of keeping his face emotionless. He had sent men to their knees just with a casual disinterested glance, not even intended for them. His gaze just had to skip over you, and you were likely to back off in a hurry. The idea that so much as a muscle ticked once and the guy blatantly ignored him, seemed almost amused by it, was not only surprising to Mamoru, but made him angry.
That disregard alone would have annoyed Mamoru, but it was compounded heavily by the fact that Odango was touching him. Yes, it was Usagi touching the dark haired man at the other end of the arcade, and she was free to do whatever she wanted, but the man was letting her do it. That was a contradiction, but no man except family or Motoki should be touched by her. Then the man's shoulder knocked into hers, in a playful gesture to move her out of the way, and he made to grab for the controls, but she squealed and grabbed them back, the whole of her side pressed against him, moving him away from her precious video game.
The thing that always allowed him to talk to her, came flashing up as the perfect excuse. It was times like these, that he kept it up as it cut through all of pleasantries and allowed him to understand close up what was going on. Mamoru ignored Motoki and made a b line straight for them. Everyone in the vicinity moved a foot away, well aware that this wasn't quite normal and they didn't want to be in the splash zone.
Everyone in this arcade, like everyone on the street, knew not to mess with these two. Whether it was avoiding a particular patch of road, or not sleeping until after the shouting match, they knew that Usagi was off limits to any male. To even glance at her inappropriately was a dangerous game, though no one knew what would exactly happen, they just knew better. So for Mamoru to boldly walk towards the only one ignorant of the blatant appreciation of her character.
Though they didn't leave, all still wanted to see what was going to happen. Then they realized who the intended target was and were surprised. How on Earth did any of them not notice that they were here together? This was the first time that they had been here together, that was for sure, but despite Usagi's screams of joy, they kind of ignored her companion, hell eyes had all been riveted on Usagi. Now the three of them were the show, and they couldn't wait for it all to unfold.
"What's going on now, finally make it passed the first two seconds?" Mamoru leaned against the console as Usagi finally became aware of his presences in the arcade.
Her head shot up and she scowled lightly. "No." When he continued to stare at her, she relented. "I just beat the game and got the ultimate high."
"I bet you did." He quipped sarcastically. Then his eyes flickered over to Seiya as if noticing him for the first time. "I can't understand how you could possibly stand so close to the shrieking dwarf." Mamoru's words were edged with something that Seiya caught, and he hitched up an eyebrow over hazel eyes at the underlining threat.
"Oh.."
"Shrieking dwarf?" Usagi butted in, ruining the well thought out line Seiya was going to say, returning that threat. Her tone turned up.
"Haven't you caused enough ears permanent damage today? I think all would do better to not have a repeat performance. You never know when doing so can ruin someone's career."
By now, Mamoru had tuned Seiya out, he was no longer part of this conversation, now that he had the blond's attention. Though he was aware of his movements, and as the argument got heated over who was better by the other not opening their mouths, and spilling over into something else, Mamoru was surprised that the boy would not leave. He just stood there, mouth agape as Usagi countered every barb with a surprising retort and as the volume went up so too did his shock.
Mamoru's intention was to point out enough flaws in Usagi, and do it dramatically, that the teen idol would be disgusted and disappear, leaving Usagi, well... left alone. That way he wouldn't have to worry about protecting her from him at another venture. But he clung on.
Then Motoki made his way over and they both knew that this argument would have to end soon or else they would be kicked out. So he switched his attention so quickly to Seiya that it made Usagi's head spin. "Are you trying to recruit her? I know she has powerful lungs, but you've never heard her singing voice."
The man's lips twitched up. "I have, and it's quite lovely. Enchanting actually. It seems that I'm at a disadvantage, you know my name, but I have not been privy to yours."
Seiya's own words held a double meaning, but this time it was for both Usagi and Mamoru. That Mamoru wasn't fighting fair. Usagi didn't need the reminder, but it did serve to show that it wasn't only to her, that Mamoru took cheap shots. Mamoru was quick to rectify the situation. "I only know of you, your fan following is quite extensive, just the other day, I heard some girl pawning over a kiss you bestowed upon her. I suppose though, introductions are in order." He held out his hand, even as he bowed slightly forward. "I am Chiba Mamoru."
Seiya leaned forward the same amount and took his hand. Usually handshakes here felt like limp fish smacking against each other, but this one, was definitely a strain of wills, though the effort and pain did not show on either face. "Even though you already know it, I imagine it is only fair to confirm. I am Kou Seiya."
Neither said greetings, or pleased to meet you, for truly they weren't and the hands still held, so long after what was polite it was starting to become less awkward again. Usagi was oblivious to the undercurrents going on. Motoki reached them and broke it up, by resting his hands on both of their wrists and tugging slightly, though it would do no good. They both gave in to keep appearances up.
"I am surprised to have such a celebrity in out midst, how is it that I have not seen you before?" Motoki was chatting, standing between them on one side as Usagi was the other. Motoki knew why he was standing between the two men, but Usagi had just naturally inserted herself there. Perhaps it was to keep them from fighting, but perhaps it was because she liked being surrounded by men. One never really could tell for sure.
"She's never brought me here before."
Usagi lifted an eyebrow. "I didn't bring you here now either. How did you find me? Are you stalking me? Because that's seriously creepy!"
"As if I would ever need to resort to that. I have plenty of girls throwing themselves at me. Why would I need to stalk you?" He tugged on a pigtail and everyone watching straightened, wondering what Mamoru was going to do now that he touched her, although it was just her hair.
Fists clenched by his side, but he said nothing. The two were bantering, as if they had known each other more than the few minutes they were in here. It was like the bantering Usagi did with him, but a lot more friendly. "She seriously has an overinflated ego." The insults and Usagi's reactions to them, were not having the desired effect on the idol as he had hoped, but he still got a reaction out of her. She scowled and then made a face at Mamoru. Mamoru laughed, pleased she was still paying attention to him. She had also swatted the hand away.
"How did you find this place, anyway?" Usagi asked, stroking her hair as if he had just defiled it in some way and she was trying to clean it.
That made Mamoru happy. Then Seiya opened his mouth again. It was only to answer Usagi's question, but he still didn't like hearing the other man's voice. "I was walking past and it looked like fun. Then I saw you pounding on the game, again."
Motoki looked taken aback. "You play video games in other arcades? Sailor V?"
"Don't be silly Motoki!" Usagi dug her heel into Seiya's foot, she didn't like feeling like she cheated on Motoki and his arcade. This was always her first choice, but Seiya had wanted to check an arcade out when they were on the other side of the city and didn't feel like coming all the way over here. She didn't do it too often, but it was only because other people wanted to go, or she did, but was too far away from her favorite. She had found a temporary second one, that she liked the best, right after Motoki's. Even if maybe the arcade games were better than Motoki's, she came here mostly for Motoki, and not because she used to have a crush on him, but because he made it warm and inviting and watched out for her. He was a great friend and so she patroned his arcade the most because of it. "I would never play Sailor V anywhere else!"
Motoki frowned across the little circle they made. "That didn't answer my question."
"They don't have Sailor V anywhere else in this city. It comes from London. You're the only one to have shipped it in. Which is why you have such a girl following in here..." Mamoru looked around, and Usagi was the only girl there. Sometimes couples came in, and they were pretty rare, but other than Usagi, there was another blond she hadn't met yet, and then Usagi's friends as the newest addition.
"Mamoru, you're an ass." Motoki grumbled out. "You do know that there aren't many girls. But it does pull in the boys... and not because she's a hot skewed digital animation. We also get the ones interested in just cartoons."
"She's not a really well thought out game character. Not only the poor graphics, but also because it's too easy if, blondie here can beat it."
"Gurr!" Usagi stamped her foot and everyone made sure to move theirs out of the way. "I knew that you were going to somehow bring this all back to insult me." She turned her head towards him, and away from Seiya. Seiya saw it and was slightly annoyed he'd managed to pull her back in.
"Why aren't you stopping this?" He turned towards Motoki. Who shrugged with a straight lipped look.
"She's betrayed my arcade, I'm waiting for her to get her comeuppance."
"It was my fault. I had never been to one, and I was slowly loosing interest even as we walked towards a subway."
"Well... in that case... it's totally acceptable. You pressured her into cheating on me."
Seiya lifted a brow. "The two of you are together?"
Motoki laughed. "I'm only talking about the loyalty to my arcade. Usagi's like a kid sister. Though there are others that you have to watch out for it you're interested. And you probably shouldn't bother, you'd probably loose."
The two were still arguing in the background. Mamoru said something that had Usagi's hands slamming down onto her hips. Her actions were cute, but her voice had gone shrill and her volume had grown again. "You complete JERK!"
"Come on, it's time to get out of here. You promised me dinner."
Usagi's head whipped around. "I did no such thing!"
"Ok, fine, I promised you dinner." Seiya slipped his hand around her wrist lightly and pulled her towards the arcade doors. "Thought maybe I could weasel a meal out of you first, before you remembered that I owed you one, and that way we'd have too."
"You'd do well to take your hand off of her." Motoki whispered out of the side of his mouth, seeing Mamoru's back tense and mouth clench. To see it, meant great danger.
Seiya didn't listen and tugged her towards the door. "Let her go." Mamoru warned, even though Usagi didn't think anything of it, and it was a gentle tug, far more so than any of her female friends.
There was no inflection to his voice, just a simple sentence that sounded more like a command than what they actually heard. Usagi was actually oblivious to the underlying threat. She turned her eyes back to Mamoru and rolled them. "Go bug some other people. Come on Seiya."
As they were exiting through the door, Mamoru swore he heard the man say something as well, something only he was allowed to use. There was no way though, as it wasn't a very common nickname. But he heard right. "Anything you say, Odango."
EAN: So what are we thinking? You want part 2 to come out quickly? Or in a year?