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All Warm and Fuzzy: 100 Theme Drabbles
By Jessa Martin
#56 Red String of Destiny
"Motoki-onii-san, do you have a pair of scissors?" a disgruntled looking Usagi called out as she walked through the Crown Arcade's doors while pulling at the hem of her new red halter top.
"Let me take a look for you, Usagi-chan," Motoki replied as he began rummaging though a drawer underneath the countertop. After a few moments he paused and scratched his head looking thoughtful. "I wonder where they went. Sorry, Usagi-chan, I must have misplaced them somewhere."
"Oh, well, how about a chocolate shake then?" Usagi asked hopefully.
"Coming right up."
Usagi plopped herself down on one of the barstools to wait for her treat. After a few futile moments of attempting to ignore the long red string that dangled from the bottom of her shirt, Usagi began fidgeting and pulling at it. She tried to wrap the string around her finger and break it by pulling on it but only succeeded in temporarily cutting off the circulation in the tip of her slender finger.
"You're just making it worse, Odango," an all too familiar voice spoke up to her right. Usagi glanced over and saw Mamoru sitting a few seats away drinking a mug of coffee and reading a textbook that looked like it weighed about as much as she did. He gave her a small grin before adding, "I suppose it would be asking too much for you to just leave it alone."
Usagi frowned in response but didn't contradict him. After a few more moments of agonizing stillness Usagi began fidgeting again.
"Honestly, Odango," Mamoru set his mug down and moved toward Usagi, "why don't you just let me pull it for you?"
Usagi blushed prettily as thoughts of Mamoru pulling on her shirt in ways that had nothing to do with getting rid of the loose string danced through her mind. Mamoru didn't notice as he closed the distance between them and reached for the string. Usagi jumped slightly as Mamoru's hand softly brushed her side but she didn't pull away.
Mamoru wrapped his finger around the long red string and was preparing to pull it when a lock of Usagi's hair fell from its place behind her shoulder and brushed against his bare arm. Mamoru's arm jerked back in surprise and he yanked the string out. But instead of pulling out only the extra bit Mamoru had pulled so hard he ripped out enough string so that the side hem of Usagi's shirt became undone halfway up her side.
Mamoru stared in shock at what he had done and then blushed bright red as he caught sight of Usagi's now exposed soft white skin. Suddenly very uncomfortable and short of breath, Mamoru struggled to tear his eyes away from Usagi and focused his gaze on the closest thing he could find. A small white tag on the inside of Usagi's shirt caught his eye and Mamoru couldn't help but notice the brand of the shirt stitched across the tag in a flowing script: Destiny.
