Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon but it would make a nice birthday present, ne? (ahem, that would be July 3rd, in case you were wondering. )

Minako broke the tension. "Usagi-chan, Mamoru-san. Care to explain?" Similar panicked expressions crossed both of their faces.

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Usagi fled, her pigtails whipping passerby.

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Mamoru left the Arcade and ran in the opposite direction, using just as much speed as Usagi had, leaving a dust cloud trailing behind him.

Ami scratched her head. "You know, minna, I'm really beginning to wonder if Mamoru-san could be Tuxedo Kamen. No human should be able to match Usagi-chan's speed." She took out her little computer and began to type, unaware of the storm going through the other Senshi's minds. Makoto slammed a fist on the counter. "Kami-Sama help him if he's hurt Usagi-chan." She saw an open-mouthed Motoki picking up his rag and addressed him. 'What happened?" She demanded.

Motoki paled. 'If Makoto-chan finds out that Mamoru kissed her because I baited him, Makoto-chan will kill him, and he'll murder me! Kami-sama, what do I do?'

"Uh," he stammered. "…IaskedMamoru-kunifhe''tyoudaretranslateandMakoto-chan,pleasepleasedon'tshootthemesssenger.

(a/n translation: I asked Mamoru-kun if he'd never kissed anyone and he got mad and kissed the first girl he saw .Minako, don't you dare translate and Makoto-chan, please, please don't shoot the messenger." Makoto glared at Minako, who tilted her head in confusion. Her face suddenly brightened. "I get it! Don't worry Makoto-chan it was mostly Motoki-kun's fault, and sorta Mamoru-san's too!" Makoto calmly set her school bag down and began to stalk the Arcade manager with all the grace of a practiced tigress. "Makoto…"Motoki said nervously, but the girl took no notice. He threw the Amazon a terrified glance and locked himself in the supply closet. "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten up today," he groaned to himself.

Usagi kept running, then finally plunked herself on a park bench in Juuban Park. "So embarrassing," She muttered to herself, touching her lips in memory of the kiss. It had been like a warm spot of sunlight at the end of winter. She'd never say it but she wasn't so much repulsed by the taste of Mamoru-(could she still call him-baka? Or should she say –san?) As she was repulsed by herself for giving in, forgetting the fact that he was the one person she never got a true smile from. –She hated herself for wanting the one person she could have. She curled herself up and placed her head on her knees, wondering how much she'd have to beg for Cupid to hit her with a frying pan inside of a Love Arrow.

Mamoru was sprinting. Anywhere, everywhere, he didn't care, so long as he could leave the confusion behind him. 'What the hell was I thinking? Kiss the first girl who comes up like I'm under some stupid love potion in the movies or a crazy lech going for anything that moves?!'

Not just anything that moves. You'd go for something on long legs that can barely use 'em on the sidewalk.

'What the – where the hell did that come from? Last I checked I don't hear voices in my head!'

Tough breaks, you stiff.

'And now I know I'm insane. The voice in my head is insulting me in the corniest way possible. By the way-get the hell out of my head! The only voice in my head is ME!'

Mamoru? The voice asked him almost kindly. Mamoru said nothing.

Do you know what most people would call you right now?

'What?' He snapped back.

Insane. Mamoru looked around and saw a crowd of people in the street outside the supermarket watching him curiously and muttering to himself. 'Now what?' He cursed himself. He darted away into the park. He'd had enough of persecution for today.

Usagi walked through the gardens taking in the heady scent of roses that tossed through the air. 'It's almost like it means to make me forget all the bad things that ever happened today.' She'd barely had time to register that thought when something huge slammed into her, knocking her backwards, and pinning her to the ground. "Gomen nasai," She started to say as she looked up into the stranger's face. She froze in shocked recognition.

"Mamoru-baka?!"

"Odango?!"

Author's note: okay minna, make a choice:

Would you rather see Mamoru getting the stuffing knocked out of him by some old lady or Kenji? You choose, because either way I'm going to put him in a little bit more agony. AIEEE! getting chased by Mamoru and his rabid fangirls I PROMISE, MAMORU, IT'LL ALL BE WORTH IT LATER!

Onegai, rate and comment, Minna.