I really to get back to my school work and get my grades up, sorry if it takes a little longer to update my stories :/

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"I can't believe you really kicked me out," Mamoru snickered as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"I can't you thought I'd just sit back and let you do that. Again," I replied, grimacing as he waved the black coffee under my nose, "Ugh, I don't know how you drink that stuff Mamoru," I got up from the kitchen table and wandered into the bathroom to put my damp hair into odangos as I always did.

"Coffee is energy for the soul."

"Coffee is an addiction."

"Love is an addiction," he replied.

"No, sex is an addiction stupid," he scoffed at my response waving his hand.

"Sex is not an addiction, it's a game, like hide and seek."

"Did you really just compare sex to hide and seek?"

"When's the last time you've been attended to?" he asked, flipping through my RollingStone magazine.

"Like I would tell you," I twisted my hair, searching through the drawers for my bobby pins.

"I can set you up with someone."

"Aha," I laughed, "Nah, I'm good."

In the reflection of the mirror I could see him watching me rifle through the bathroom.

"What'd you lose this time?"

"I haven't lost anything, I just can't find my bobby pins anywhere," I sighed, crossing the living room, trekking down the short hallway and into my bedroom.

"How do you lose bobby pins? You have thousands of them, I find at least five everyday."

"Yeah well thanks, but I need more than five," I called from my bedroom. I finally found of baggy of them in an old backpack of mine I hadn't used since college.

After getting my odangos to stay spherical and not flop to one side or the other, I entered the kitchen again searching for something quick to eat for breakfast.

"Are you ever not eating?" he inquired sarcastically as I cracked two eggs into the frying pan.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," I grabbed a wooden spoon from the dish strainer.

"Yeah, well according to you so is lunch and dinner," I flipped him the bird as I continued to stir precise circles, "Why don't you just eat whatever they have in the break room at lunch?" he stood kiddy-corner to me as he rinsed out his mug in the sink.

"Because usually Minako tries to bring in things she's made herself," we both shuddered at the thought of Mina-chan's home cooking, she was even worse than I was.

"Will you make me something?" I turned to see him playing with the soap bubble in his red mug.

"Are you kidding?" I put my attention back to my eggs, making sure I ran the spoon around the edge of the pan.

"Yeah. I'm hungry, and you're already cooking so it makes sense."

"It doesn't make any damn sense, you rarely cook for me," I glanced over him and he was giving me his best puppy-eyed look, which was a horrible, horrible failed attempt, "Okay, fine, what do you want? Just please stop making that stupid face!"

"Toast and grape jelly."

"You seriously just said that?" I shook my head in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm completely serious Dumpling Head," Dumpling Head, Odango Atama, Meatball Brains. Mamoru had made my hair the center of his daily comic relief long, long ago. He had been calling me dumping head for so long, as I stood in the kitchen contemplating whether to smack him with the spoon; I realized it didn't even bother me anymore. And that bothered me the most.

"Fine, but make yourself useful and get down everything I'll need."

The eggs finally started to congeal together and I smiled to myself as they did. I was always excited when I made something edible and managed to not burn down the apartment. Sometimes I wondered if Mamoru made me make him food just so I would get better at cooking. Seeing how he was practically a master chef it made sense, because he was orphaned at such a young age he rarely had anyone to cook for him.

"Will you finish these for me?" I pointed to the frying pan with the wooden spoon as he leaned over my shoulder, watching me revert to skirting the little yellow blobs around the pan.

"Nuh-uh."

"Why Mamoru?" I moaned.

"You're doing so well!"

I growled at him, or made that guttural "urrrrrrgarurhhhh" sound if you want to be specific.

I set my plate onto the table after I pushed my scrambled eggs onto it. I eyed my breakfast longingly as I popped two slices of white bread (the whole-wheat kind) into the toaster. I stood on the balls of my feet and reached for the sugar dispenser that was in the top cupboard. His body pressed against mine as he easily grabbed the glass container.

"I don't know why you insist upon putting it up there where I can't reach it," I snatched it from his hand and poured the sugar beside my eggs.

"I don't know why you eat your scrambled eggs with sugar."

"To each their own Mamoru," I took a bite, "To each their own."

I finished making him his stupid toast and set it gingerly in front of him, "Looks excellent," he licked his lips dramatically and I just rolled my eyes as I flopped into the chair across from him.

"It's difficult to mess up toast and jam," I opened my magazine and read through some of the articles while I quickly finished eating.

As Mamoru and I were leaving for work I made sure, I had my artillery of breath refreshers in my purse.

"Man you have OCD Dumpling Head," he held the front door of the apartment complex open and I stuck my tongue out as I passed.

"I just like to be prepared in case of an emergency."

"What kind of emergency would require you to have minty clean breath?" I raised one eyebrow as we waited as the bus stop.

"That kind of emergency? Odango I doubt you're gonna be having a Nooner anytime soon, you're too virtuous."

"Screw off Mamoru, just because you fuck everything in sight doesn't mean I would do the same."

"We'll see."

"No. We won't actually stupid face," he pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and as I grimaced, I moved to the other side of the bus stop.

"Are you ever gonna quit doing that? You make me feel like a leper."

"You should it's a disgusting addiction, that sexy husky voice you have won't be like that forever you know," he waved the cancer stick in my direction before lighting it.

"You think my voice is sexy?" he wiggled his eyebrows, and I turned my back to him.

"No, actually, when I have to listen to the girls at work I over hear them rambling about 'all of your winning qualities', and might I say, none of them make any damn sense," I turned my head to the side so I could see him exhaling and blowing the smoke in my direction.

"Winning qualities huh?"

"You do realize that smoking isn't cool anymore right? You just look like a tool. I mean, look at yourself, all dressed up in semi-casual work clothes and sucking down carcinogens."

"Alright damn Usagi! I'll try to quit smoking okay?"

"Thank you, I appreciate it, their too expensive anyways."

The bus finally pulled up and Mamoru paid for both of us which was surprising to say the least.

"Oh thanks Mamoru, I'll pay you back later."

"Don't worry about it; consider it an apology for last night."

"AND this morning."

"And this morning," he repeated as we filed to a bench.

"You really don't have to apologize; we both know you're not really sorry."

"You know me too well Dumpling Head."

"Oh shut up butt face."

The morning commute was even more tenuous than usual, there weren't any seats left and Mamoru insisted that he needed the seat because he had pulled a muscle on his evening jog the night before. So, I was stuck clinging to the pole for dear life and hoping the driver made smoother turns than he had the day before.

Before I knew it, I was in Mamoru's lap, "You're so assertive this morning, I told you we needed to actually get on work on time today! Maybe we can at lunch!" why was he always so damn loud? It was unnecessary.

I shot back up and wrapped both my arms around the pole, I looked around the bus and envied the other people who could lightly grasp the metal pole and barely even move when our psycho road rage driver would swerve around a corner.

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"Usa-chan!" just when Mamoru and I had left the elevator, Ami nearly knocked me off my feet.

"Why all the extra excitement?" I asked, watching Mamoru scurry away to his private office.

"Guess who Rei is going to interview tonight?" her blue eyes were practically glowing with excitement, I took notice of the office and I realized the entire floor was buzzing.

"Who? That Bieber kid?"

"No stupid! C'mon, let's go see the girls," it's too damn early for all this! I thought angrily in my head. We made our way to the back corner where our offices were. How did we of all people get private offices instead of boring grey cubicles? Well, I was a Jack-Of-All-Trades, ask me and you shall receive; I was Rei's personal attendant many a stressful days. Mainly because no one else could handle the wrath of Rei Hino. Ami was the Brain behind a lot of the company's escapades, even if they didn't want to admit it. She had other little brains running around the floor, but she was the Big Brain. So, she got her own office. Then, there was Rei; she was the Host of T-TV's late night talk show, The Fire with Rei Hino. Yeah, I think the title sucks too, but until she gets super famous, she's not getting a new name. Minako always went through the many, many questions from fans asking for advice from Rei, and Minako usually supplied the answers.

So, off into Rei's office we scuttled, locking the door behind us, so we weren't interrupted by a new job we had to do.

"Okay, who is it?" I asked as I watched Rei rummage through papers and CDs before literally falling into her office chair. You know the one with the wheels. It slid feebly across the dark red shag carpet before slowly grinding to a stop. Her dark hickory brown hair was thrown into a messy bun on top of her head and her face was clear of makeup, it was an important interview. She never bummed around unless she was really focusing on her work.

"What does she mean who is it?" Rei asked, bewildered by my question.

"Damn guys! Just tell me! Their obviously like, really important!"

"The Three Lights!" they chorused in unison, squeaking excitedly.

"The three lights? I've never heard of them, sorry to burst your bubble," the look in their eyes expressed pure horror, like I was a monster who wanted to slurp up their innards. I was slightly offended.

"Seriously Usagi?" Minako chided.

"What?"

"You're such a lame ass," Rei shook her head in pity.

"Screw you! I don't have time to listen to these Indie New Wave rock bands, jeesh!"

"They've actually been at the top of the charts all this month Usa-chan," Ami pointed out.

"Alright, alright, I'll check them out, is there anything I need to do?" I waved my hands in defeat, I was biting back the seeping temptation to bolt of her office and hide in my office. Albeit I was sure, Mamoru would be pestering me as he always did.

"I need my coffee, my dry cleaning, and I need you to read over my script," Rei ordered, her voice as imperative as ever.

"Go to the Border's at the corner and buy the first three "Three Lights" Cd you can find. Then, get four of the tabloid magazines," Ami's tone was even more authoritative than Rei's, which was new for all of us. She had always been the cool, calm, collected one. But The Three Lights really had her panties in a bunch.

"And chocolate?" Minako suggested.

"AND CHOCOLATE!" Rei and Ami yelled before shoving me out the door. I rubbed the nape of my neck as I always did when I knew the day was going to be a long day. I popped into my office and grabbed my pink emergency wallet from the closet. The wallet was for days just like this, big interviews, big celebrities, and a lot of errands.

Mamoru poked his head out of his office, peering at me with mild interest, "Where to Super Bunny?" Super Bunny, he called me that whenever I was going out to do errands.

"Rei has some big interview tonight with The Three Lights – whoever they are – and I have to go fetch some stuff for her and Ami."

"Oh yeah, Yaten, Seiya, and Taiki are coming to the studio tonight," that was the problem with our show, it was live and recorded four hours before it aired on television. STRESSFUL.

"Yaten, Seiya, and Taiki, got it," I made it a goal to remember their names.

"No, you refer to them as Kou-san, get it Dumpling Head?"

"Kou-san?"

"Yeah."

"All three of them are Kou-san?"

"Yes Dumpling Head, why is that concept so hard to grasp?"

"Never mind Satan Incarnate, gotta run. Do you want anything while I'm out?" seeing how he broken about three of whatever commandments there were, I liked to refer to him as the devil.

"Condoms, some of that KY stuff, the "His and Hers" ones," he rambled off.

"Whatever, fine, I'll be back in an hour."

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I flattened my black pleated skirt and unbuttoned a stubborn button on my sailor style red blouse. It was too hot to be running all over God's green earth. It was a damn shame. I pulled out my phone from my purse to check the time. I had about four hours to fetch everything and then scurry back to the office.

After getting four coffees, one clean dress, four books, three CDs, chocolate, and the… necessities for Mamoru I was trotting to Borders. Oh, how I wanted to hail a taxi, but Ami forbid it; she claimed it was a waste of money, dirty, and just flat out wrong. But she would never refuse a ride in a limo. She wasn't the one hauling ass through Juuban.

So down the sidewalk I went, trying to keep everything balanced. The brown cardboard coffee tray clutched in my two hands, the drugstore bag slung over my shoulder with my purse, although they kept sliding down to my wrist, slowly cutting off the circulation. Rei's dress was hanging lazily across my left arm.

"Hey, hold this for sec, 'kay?" Mamoru tossed me his green rucksack and slid his aviator shades up the bridge of my nose and onto my face. As usual, I was walking home with Mamoru, but today his best friend Motoki had joined us. I mumbled a quick 'yeah' before quickly walking ahead of them so I clear from the flying snow that getting ready to soar. Mamoru grabbed two fistfuls of snow and packed them into a perfectly round snowball.

I laughed as they rolled around in the snow, and as they took turns shoving snow down each other's shirts. I glanced over to the small frozen pond that was at the other side of the frozen pond admiring the footprints Mamoru and Motoki had left the day before. Before I knew it, my backpack was off my shoulders and Mamoru's rucksack was dropped to the ground.

Mamoru wrapped his arms just below my butt and hefted me over his shoulder, "MAMORU PUT ME DOWN!" I hollered, kicking my legs as hard as I could. I couldn't see Motoki, but from a distance I heard him.

"Hey it's still frozen!" Apparently, he was already getting ready to venture out onto the thin ice.

"If you don't stop kicking I might drop you Dumpling Head," I started pounding my fists into his back.

"You'll probably drop me anyways!" just as I said that his foot lost its place in the slick snow and started to slip. I screamed pathetically, trying to find something to grab onto, I clutched my arms around his torso.

"That doesn't count," he chuckled.

"Mamoru."

"Yes my sweet Dumpling Head?"

"Get your hand off my ass."

Then I fell, my body colliding with a wall. Normally I would have been able to catch myself, but today was different. Today I had my hands full. I had been turning to go into Borders when it hit me.

"Hey! Watch where your goin'!" a male voice chided. I sat up, horrified to see three coffees no longer in their cups, but splayed across my skirt and blouse.

"You're the one who ran into me!" I exclaimed, quickly examining the dress to make sure it was still spick and span.

"Huh?"

"Who do you think you are!" he offered me a hand and I shoved it away, clumsily stumbling to my feet.

"You don't know who I am?" I took in his features with a sharp eye, evaluating every aspect of his appearance. He reminded me of Mamoru, but with softer features, more feminine and delicate. His eyes were a lighter blue too; did I mention he had a surprisingly long ponytail? Yeah.

"No?"

"Wow, that's new. And usually, girls are happy to run into me," he looked genuinely confused.

"Yeah, well, I've gotta go Mr. Popular," I gave a look. You know, the squinty eyed looked.

I ran into the store quickly making my purchases, I was surprised to see Mr. Popular still outside lounging on the bench.

I looked at the cover of the CD nearly falling over when I realized what I had done, let alone, realizing still had coffee all over me.

"K-Kou-san?" he turned to look at me and smirked.

"'Sup?"

"I am so sorry!" I bowed my head in shame.

"Why?"

"B-because you're SEIYA KOU the guy Rei is interviewing tonight, and I just ran into you and was rude to you, I blew you off, and didn't call you Kou-san like Mamoru told me to," I babbled on until he put a finger against my lips, arching a thin black eyebrow.

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