Like "When You Give a Bunny a Rose", I started writing this on a whim. If this sounds like any other kind of media I didn't steal or do it on purpose, this is completely original and from my own brain. I hope you enjoy : )

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"I said get out!" I bellowed. His latest floozy was already hauling ass into the elevator down the corridor.

"Usagi will you calm down?" even though his voice was so soothing and warm I could still hear the typical teasing undertones.

"No! I won't calm down! It's three in the morning and your fuck buddy has been screaming relentlessly for the past four goddamn hours!"

"I'm sorry I'm excellent in bed, this apartment has no need for jealousy," Yup. There it was. I had been waiting for his arrogant comments.

I ignored his narcissistic reply, "You do realize she just woke me up from my five minutes of sleep to ask if I had any underwear she could wear right?"

"Oh God, I didn't think she would really do it," he laughed rubbing his forehead.

"Get out Mamoru!"

"You're being unreasonable!" he pleaded.

"Yeah and you're being a whore!" and with that I lobbed a plastic grocery bag at him, (it contained everything he would need for work) and slammed the door.

That was Mamoru Chiba for you; he'd been like that since I'd met him in my freshman year. Oh, flashback? Yes please.

"Today we're going to be working in pairs of two," Ms. Haruna was a complete nutcase and taught Creative Writing. I had transferred from a private school so I didn't know anyone in most of my classes. Of course, people immediately started locking eyes and pointing to each other, trying to figure out whom they wanted to work with. Ms. Haruna took notice and let out this maniacal laugh like some evil genius who had just cooked up their master plan, "But I will be choosing who you work with."

Groans of exasperation and grunts of protest echoed through the classroom. It didn't bother me any, if she was picking the partners I was guaranteed one partner. She sat down at her desk, and started pairing up students. It didn't take me very long to figure out her pattern; she took one student from the end of the alphabet and someone from the beginning of the alphabet. I was amazed by how many people hadn't caught on.

"Mamoru Chiba and Usagi Tsukino," Mamoru Chiba? I thought. I mean, he was in my class so of course, I had that much information about him, but other than that, I didn't know who he was. I was usually writing in my notebooks during class so; I was never really paying to whom each name corresponded to. I scanned the room, all of the faces new, it being only the sixth day of school.

Ms. Haruna explained what we were doing, asking our partner ten to fifteen questions. Easy stuff, that day was simply for planning the questions, and then Tuesday we would actually start asking them.

"Are you Usagi?" I turned around to see he was just one seat behind me.

"Yeah, so you're Mamoru?" I took in his features, quickly grabbing my favorite pink pen and notebook. He had messy raven hair that was so dark it almost looked sapphire; his eyes were a deep blue. The only thing I could think to compare him to was a statue I had seen in an art museum, the muse had strong features, a tall muscular build, a strong nose and jaw, like Mamoru. I also noticed he had his left ear pierced. I mentally rolled my eyes.

For some reason his ex-girlfriends always flocked to me as if I would be able to persuade him to want to date her again. As if, I wanted her to date him. Basically, I was the one girl he never dated. I was the friend, the confidant, the drunk dial, the roommate who had deal with late night "appointments". Sometimes I hated Ms. Haruna for pairing us up, it seemed like I always got into some kind of trouble when I was with him.

Like when I had been suspended from school for two weeks. There were these four sisters, Petz, Cooan, Beruche, and Karaberas. They had these insane crushes on Mamoru, but they were all beyond gorgeous, and they were trying to win Mamoru's affections. I just never really understood what everyone saw in Mamoru.

Another flashback?

Yes, they're my specialty.

Mamoru and I were walking home together like we always did. We had just left his locker, gone down A Hall and out the front doors of the high school. I slipped my ID into my pocket just as I always did. Everything was peachy keen until a saw a fleck of dark violet in my peripheral vision. I turned my head just enough to see the four Ayakashi sisters staring at Mamoru and me a little too intently. It was unnerving. I immediately recognized Cooan; she was the same age as me and had a lot of the same classes as I did. We despised each other. Inside her pea-sized brain was this malicious woman with a mean streak. Whether she was simply intimidated by the fact I had just as much hair as she did, I hadn't the slightest clue. But either way we just didn't mesh well.

The slight breeze was lifting her violet hair with ease, it was floating straight up and flowing freely. Her bright purple eyes met mine and they seemed to literally darken as I turned back to reality.

"Hey cheeky ladies," Mamoru nodded to the sisters before jumping past the stairs and down onto the sidewalk below. I just sighed and followed him, taking it one stair at a time. This is how it went, Cooan was a freshman, Beruche was a sophomore, Karaberas was a junior, and Petz was a senior. And let's not forget their wacky brother Rubeus who was in his second year of college. They were all a little off.

Anyways, we kept going off on their merry way down the sidewalk, Mamoru grasped my right arm and pulled me in front of him to the other side. He had this weird thing about walking on the left side of the sidewalk, that way he was the one closest to the road. Just a few seconds later, I heard heels clicking an erratic staccato beat approaching from behind us.

"Mamo-san!" he turned his head ever so slightly, her nasal voice immediately registered in my mind. Cooan was trailing after us, and Petz was close behind her. Probably to drag her away.

I stopped walking and thought up the best excuse I could in the shortest amount of time, it flew out of my mouth, "I er, left my History book in my locker, I'll be right back Mamoru," he cocked a questioning eyebrow at my sudden escape method. I ran away, yes, ran away, back into the school, the other two sisters eyeing me carefully.

By the time I had come back out Mamoru was sitting on the steps waiting for me, as I bounded past him I ruffled his hair, something that always irked him. I never quite understood why, seeing that it usually just bounced back to its original place.

"Come on Casanova!" and then my head jerked backward, my back arching and my fists clenching in the worst way. I spun around to see Cooan clenching one of my long pigtails not so daintily in her hands. What did she think would happen? My hair would fall out as if they were extensions? Uh, no, all the bobby pins in my odango shot out, one hitting her square in the forehead. A smirk that had previously taken spotlight on her catlike face fell and was replaced by an unbecoming grimace.

I squatted to the ground and began trying to pick up all the bobby pins I could see on the sidewalk, Mamoru's hands came into my view as he started helping me. A small, miniscule, unimportant gasp escaped my mouth, but Mamoru socked me in the arm as if I had just screamed bloody murder.

I slipped the plethora of bobby pins into the back pocket of my jeans and stood back up.

"Is there something you need Cooan?" I asked calmly, I knew that always drove her nuts.

"Why do you follow after Mamo-san?"

"I don't follow after anyone," Mamoru tugged gently on the back of my hot pink hoodie.

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Really."

"You know he's never going to want someone like you."

"And who is that someone?" I scratched the back of my head, wrinkling my nose.

"Some little girl with stupid hair, scrawny legs, tiny boobs," Mamoru let out an "ahg", and I just sighed.

"So you're a better match because you have a bigger bust size than me?"

She didn't say anything; I took a step, our bodies now nearly touching. I put a very firm and bitchy index finger on her shoulder.

"I would just like to give you a few words of wisdom, if you ever approach me like that again, or say something to me like that again, it's gonna be a bit worse than just a bobby pin to the forehead."

"You wouldn't lay a finger on me," the smirk had returned, but her eyes still looked uncertain. She was actually afraid of me.

"Oh, but I would, and I am," I glanced down at my unmoved finger. I was surprised Mamoru hadn't intervened; he usually kept my temper under wraps.

"If I were to come at you again tomorrow you wouldn't do squat."

Well. She came at me.

Actually, she was passing by me in the bus lot while I waited for Mamoru and said quite maturely, "Slut."

So, I punched her in the face. There was a nice bit of fisticuffs, well, she tried the hair-pulling and scratching technique and I went for a more useful method. Fists.

And that my dear friends, is the first time Mamoru and his chicks ever got me in deep shit.

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I snapped out of my trance and grunted as I shuffled to the bathroom. There was a soft knock at the door as I had just started to brush my blonde hair. I rolled my eyes, a slight smile spreading across my mouth.

I pressed my face against the door and stared through the peephole.

"Who is it?" Mamoru stood in the hallway, the plastic bag slung over his shoulder. Other than that, he was clad in only his green basketball shorts.

"I'm here to sell Girl Scout cookies ma'am," he chimed in his falsetto.

"Not interested."

"Usagi, how about an apology?"

"I'm not buying," he laughed, I glanced into the peephole again and he had that stupid crooked grin on his face.

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Well I know it was short, but I think I got some good material in there…Yes, I am planning on using flashbacks to my advantage…

Eh. Hey! Reviews would totes make me squeal :)

-Lindsey