Theme #43 Shipwreck
It was a pleasant day for Usagi. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, both her mother and Luna had forgotten the failed test from last week, and she hadn't gotten detention. Not to mention there hadn't been an attack last night, and she'd gotten a full night's sleep. To celebrate, Usagi bought a box (or three) of her favourite snacks on the the way back from school, and was currently sitting in her favourite stool at the arcade, enjoying them with gusto.
Of course, that's when Chiba Mamoru had to walk in. Usagi tried to ignore him as he made a beeline for his favourite stool, the one, sadly, next to her. He ordered his usual disgusting black coffee, and only looked up at her when he saw her eating. He grinned, actually grinned at her.
It made her nervous.
She tried to ignore him as she gobbled down more of her treats, she really did. But what self respecting girl, no woman, would put up with the jerk for very long? None, that's who. Especially when he kept looking at her like that.
Usagi decided that something had to be done about it. She swallowed thickly. "Why are you staring at me like that, baka?" she said between mouthfuls.
He shrugged. "Watching you eat is like watching the Matsu Maru sink. Horrible to behold, and yet I can't tear my eyes away."
"What's that supposed to mean?" the indignant teen demanded.
"I've heard stories, during famine of course, but I never thought anyone would be so desperate. Obviously, I was wrong." The baka smirked.
Usagi scrunched up her little face in a frown. "Desperate, desperate for what?"
"You're eating odangos." At Usagi's confused look, he gave out a long-suffering sigh. "Did you really have to resort to cannibalism, Odango Atama? And to not even acknowledge it –"
"Mamooooooruuuuuu-baaaaaaaka!"
I actually spent more time googling Japanese shipwrecks than I did writing this. If anyone knows of a more appropriate ship than the Matsu Maru, please tell me!