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A/N: Here is chapter two you guys. I've decided to make it M-rated but I'll warn you guys when the M-rated chapters are just in case. Don't worry, I'll make the scenes very tasteful and not that smutty. But still hot of course lol. I've outlined the rest of the story so this story will be about 13 or 14 chapters. I've outlined, not written, I just know the plot and ending of the story. I will update this pretty regularly. I'm not one of those authors that updates only every two weeks just because I have no real social life since me and all of my friends work lol. School does start back up for me in like a week so I'm going to be writing up a storm before I actually get busy so I don't leave you guys hanging. P.S. I'm sorry if last chapter was boring, I just had to set up the background for the story and such. I think this chapter will be more amusing for you readers. Anyway, if you have made it through this spiel, congrats and enjoy the content below.
BTW: Just so you know, this story is kind of AU since Motoki and Mamoru are in high school and Usagi is a freshmen in high school. Mamoru and Usagi are still their superhero forms it's just this little story is going to be all about Usako and Mamo-chan. Okay no enjoy. :)
Chapter 2
"How bad?"
"Bad."
"Like Mamoru-bad or everyone-else-bad?"
Mamoru slammed his hands on the counter when his best friend uttered that statement. "What's the difference?"
Motoki rolled his eyes. "Well, Mr. Chiba-san, for one thing, everyone-else-bad is way worse than Mamoru-bad, okay? In Mamoru dialect, "bad" would translate to that they will have to think it over for *gasp* one minute before accepting you." Mamoru glared at the dirty blonde with a bored expression. "Everyone-else-bad means that they shredded your applications and crossed off your name, all while laughing hysterically, right after you left."
"Thank you for the lesson Mr. Furuhata-san, I feel so educated," Mamoru deadpanned. "Going off your teachings, it's everyone-else-bad because I'm pretty sure they're going to use my applications for cat litter." The high-school senior then buried his ragged face into his hands.
Motoki just shook his head at his dark-haired best friend. "Mamoru-san, I'm sure they're going to call you and beg you to go to their school and study there. You did fine with everything else at the interview right? To be honest, who wouldn't want you at their school, you're like going to be the next Albert Einstein or something."
"Yea but at least Albert Einstein didn't spill a pitcher of water on the dean and say, when asked why you want to go to the school, that you like their colors. God, I don't know what came over me, I guess it hit me that I was actually interviewing for my dream school. Nerves came up for the first time for me at the worst time. Oh god, Motoki... I said "I like the school colors." How idiotic could I be! Then she didn't say anything so I just added "Light blue is my favorite color actually." GODS, how did I pass high school or even middle school?"
"I thought your favorite color was dark blue or black," Motoki asked with a confused face. Mamoru just flicked his hand in the air.
"Same thing, same thing. And not the issue right now. I'm not going to get into my dream school, be stuck with a job at McDonald's or some other fast food chain, end up being fired and then end up on the streets begging for money and eating at a soup kitchen for the rest of my stupid idiotic life!" The last parts of the rant were almost shouted as Mamoru slammed his handsome face into the arcade counter he was currently sitting at.
"Woww…. You really need to loosen up or get a girlfriend, or both," Motoki said with wide eyes after his friend's rant. "I knew that whole celibate "swearing off girls things" promise you did halfway through junior year was bad for you. Look at you, you're like a big blob of darkness and sadness. You need a shining ball of light in your life. Just don't run to the shining light in your dreams, that's bad." The blonde worker added a laugh at the end, hoping to get a rare laugh from his best friend.
Mamoru lifted his head slightly to look at Motoki. His sad eyes and his fallen face gave Motoki the answer that his childhood best friend would not in fact join in on the laughing, so he stopped laughing abruptly.
"You're not helping Motoki-san." His voice came out hoarse and partially annoyed.
"Oh come on Mamoru-san. Okay one, you are going to get into your dream school, two you would be a horrible fast food worker, three you're rich so you wouldn't be out on the streets." That earned him a defeated look from Mamoru, who knew he was right about the last two things. "And four you need to calm yourself, okay. When is the school going to call you?"
"Today at 4:00, probably to tell me that I'm not-"
"Shut up," Motoki stopped him with annoyance. "The University of Tokyo is going to call you, beg the school president/class valedictorian/star athlete/regular volunteer/amazing person to come and study at its school. Or at the very least ask for a second interview first, then beg. You gotta stop psyching yourself out because you are always wrong."
"I am not always wrong and I definitely am wrong about this, so I should prepare."
"What are you doing," Motoki asked as he watched Mamoru pull out his smartphone and go to Google.
"I'm looking up how much fast food workers make," he said with complete seriousness.
Motoki rolled his eyes before his face lit up. "If you're so sure that you're not wrong, how about a bet?"
Mamoru looked up from his research to roll his eyes at his friend. "You and your bets…"
Motoki had a horrible and forbidden love for bets. Mamoru was sure that when Motoki was of age that he was going to have a bad gambling problem in the future. They would bet on the most stupid things like who could make it to the resturant faster or who could finish their homework faster or who could even pee faster for god sakes. The tall handsome man got use to his blonde friend's addiction instead of forcing rehab on him. He would just accept every bet now instead of fighting with his friend over his favorite pastime. The dark-haired man had a heart, he wasn't going to break his poor friend's dreams of making bets. Mamoru regretfully nodded at Motoki to continue with the next idiotic bet they were going to do.
"If I'm right and they ask you for a second interview, you owe me a big favor, that I don't have yet but one you have to accept no matter what in the future," Motoki stated with excitement in his eyes as the thought of making a bet made him feel all warm on the inside.
"What do I get if I win?" Mamoru sitting up, now had interest in this conversation.
"I don't know, what do you want-"
"Free coffee for two months!"
Motoki just shook his head at the caffeine-crazed man in front of him . "You and your caffeine addiction…"
The dark-haired man stared intensely at the blonde until finally he broke. "Fine! Deal."
The blue-eyed eighteen-year-old had a smug smile, thinking he already won, as he dreamed about his free coffee for two whole months.
"Hey worse comes to worse, you can always become a male stripper." Mamoru narrowed his eyes at the smiling blonde who had just spoken and said nothing.
"Oh come one Mamoru-san! Don't be ashamed of your body," Motoki said while beaming and keeping his laughter in as his friend glared draggers on the other side of the counter.
"How are we still friends?" His response came as a whisper and almost a question to himself instead of Motoki.
"Because you need someone with a fun sense of humor to keep your dry sense of humor in check." Motoki, deciding to respond anyway, beamed once more at his friend who lowered his head once more.
Before his head could once more slam onto the counter, Mamoru's phone started vibrating with the name "Dream School :)" on the screen.
"Never imagined you as an emoji person," Motoki said after seeing the name and smiley face.
"Oh god, they're calling, they're early! Can I use the backroom to answer it Motoki-san," Mamoru asked, already walking to the door behind the counter.
"Sure, knock them dead kiddo! And remember, male strippers make good tips I hear!" Mamoru sent him a Mamoru-Chiba-infamous death stare and closed the door to the backroom. Motoki just laughed to himself as he knew that Mamoru was going to get the second interview with the college, no matter how much his friend denied it.
Suddenly the arcade doors opened and Motoki could literally feel the sadness creeping into the Crown Arcade. He looked over to see a sad-looking Usagi Tsukino shuffling to an open booth. Something was seriously wrong if Usagi Tsukino was sad-looking. Like world-ending serious. Motoki quickly dashed other to the golden blonde that he had know since she was a little kid.
"Usagi-chan, what's wrong? Did your parents not find a place to hold your birthday party?" Motoki quickly remembered that the young girl's sixteenth birthday was fast approaching and she had told him how they were looking for a place for the event. Motoki had suggested the arcade but Usagi didn't want to stress him or his family with her birthday party. 'That's Usagi, thinking of others instead of herself sometimes,' he had thought.
"No it's not that Motoki-san, we actually did find a place. But that's not the point, it's school related." Motoki knew that the young girl was not the brightest person in her grade or her school, but she did try.
"Usagi, don't worry I wasn't the best at school either it's okay-"
"No it's not. I'm going to fail my semester project for Art just because none of my friends want to help me!"
Motoki just looked at the upset blonde trying to figure out the situation. He knew about the semester projects that her art class does, he helped her last year with her 3D flowers. Art was her favorite and most successful class and she always got excited for the semester projects. So it was disturbing that she wasn't jumping up and down right now. What he also didn't understand was why her friends weren't helping her. They were a tight group so why wouldn't they help their bright and bubbly friend?
"I was telling them about how I want to do a clay face mask and make the mold from their face. You know pour the clay on their face and let it dry to create the mold, I don't know, that's where they got defensive…."
Motoki had stop listened when Usagi was explaining the clay mold and how it would go on your face. The blonde kept his face expressionless as his brain sent red warning signals to him. He knew why her friends had turned her down. They wanted to keep the skin on their face….. on their face. He loved Usagi like a little sister but the girl was a disaster zone, he had to admit. A nice, fun, caring, bright walking disaster zone. 'That is what makes Usagi Usagi though. It's part of her charm.'
"I have to find one model for all three projects this year. I need a regular photograph of the model so my teacher doesn't think that I'm using different models or not using a model at all." Suddenly, the blue-eyed blonde's features lit up, making more and bigger warning signals appear in Motoki's brain as his blood ran cold at her next words.
"Motoki-san you helped me with my project last year, right?" Motoki no longer hid his emotions as his eyes doubled in size with fear evident in them. In his mind, he imagined Usagi taking off the mold and his entire face coming off with it. He started to pray to every god entity that would be listening right then. 'Gods today please help me, please don't let her ask-'
"Can you be my mode-"
Motoki swears that day, Mamoru-san never looked more like an angel then at that moment when he came out of the back room and walked towards where the two blondes were. And apparently by his rare genuine and shocked smile that was graced upon his features, Motoki had won the bet of him getting the second interview with Tokyo-U. Mamoru now owed him a favor….Mamoru owed him a favor…..Mamoru owed him a favor….Mamoru owed him a favor. He was going to cash in the favor for an emergency situation, but getting his face taken off was definitely an emergency.
Usagi had seen him first and her face had went sour when she did see him. Motoki had turned to see what had stopped the girl from asking her deathly question. Mamoru's genuine smile turned smug when he spotted the Odangoed one.
"Oh Odango, this day just got even better," the tall man said.
Motoki barely caught the rest of the argument as his mind went rapid, forming a plan that would be a win win for everyone. He would keep his face, Usagi would get her model, and well Mamoru would still have his hair after this hopefully. Motoki came back to reality to hear an intense battle of name calling happening between the two well-known enemies.
"Jerk."
"Crybaby."
"Bore."
"Klutz."
"JERKFACE!"
"Old spinster."
"LITTLE JERK WHO PROBABLY HAS A SMALL PEN-"
"You know what Usagi-chan, why don't you come back tomorrow and I can help with your project," Motoki interrupted her no doubt profanity filled phrase that was very un-Usagi like.
"Sure Motoki-san, thank you so much," she beamed at the blonde while being embarrassed about what she was just going to say. She threw a hatred-filled look at Mamoru before grabbing her bag and turning to leave. Mamoru just couldn't let her leave without having the last word.
"No it's okay Odango, finish your statement because I'm very certain that it is untrue." Usagi turned and gave the very smug man a look that would have made the devil himself shake from fear. The small high-school student turned back around and left the arcade muttering about how he probably measures "it" when he wakes up every morning.
Mamoru looked over to his friend to see that the dirty blonde had his scheming face on and the dark-haired man immediately got tense.
"By the way Motoki-san you won the bet so I owe you a favor."
"Oh I know Mamoru-san, I know Mamoru-san." The arcade worker was starting to take on a satanic look over his features and Mamoru immediately started backing away.
"Well…. I'll see you later Motoki-san don't work too much okay?"
And like that the high-school senior flew out the door, leaving the evil blonde to brew in his thoughts of how he was going to save his skin (literally) and possibly even get his two friends to warm up to each other. The arcade worker had tried many times to desperately get the two sworn enemies to become friends. Or more than friends, he didn't care one way or another (even though he did strongly like them as a couple). He just wanted to stop offering ear plugs to customers when the two would brawl. This could finally change everything and get him peace.
He had to plan everything perfectly if this was to go right. And hopefully not end in calling 911. Mamoru was going to help Usagi even if it killed him. 'Which it probably will but let's focus on the positives like how at least Mamoru-san's promise to stay single will be a lot easier to maintain since he won't have a face. Another problem on another day….'
Hopefully you guys liked it! Let me know in the reviews so REVIEW REVIEW! This chapter was mainly in Motoki perspective but the next ones will be mainly in Usagi and Mamoru perspective. On to the next chapter and Mamoru's face possibly getting peeled off. We shall see! :)
