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A/N: So this drabble might seem a little out of character for Mamoru but I just thought it was hilarious if he was scared of Usagi and her pink scissors so bare with me and my bad jokes. This is also a continuation of my last drabble 'Masks'. All my drabbles will be in order so I guess they all connect but I'll tell you guys when one specific drabble is connected to another like these two.
Blue Eyes
"No, no, no, no, I still have some many things I want to do in life. I never thought I would actually end like this. No, no, no, no…."
"Would you stop muttering things to yourself and help me with my mask baka," Usagi sneered as she organized . For the past 15 minutes they had been locked in this room, he had went in the coroner and started talking to himself which Usagi thought to be a way for him to calm himself. She honestly thought the baka was overreacting. Sure, she hated him (maybe hate is an understatement), but at least she wasn't going into near cardiac arrest over being locked in with him. 'Jeez, he's acting like he was locked in with a serial killer or something.'
'I'm locked in with a serial killer', Mamoru thought to himself. When he had walked into the backroom, Usagi was holding a very sharp pair of pink scissors and a exacto knife. He immediately grew suspicious and quite nervous about what kind of art project this exactly was.
"Baka, isn't it obvious?," Usagi had angrily questioned after Mamoru asked. "I'm a creating a mask from scratch so I need a model to get the right measurements for it." Suddenly everything clicked and the upperclassman realized why Motoki had been so pleading.
Mamoru's blood had ran cold when he realized that the weapons Usagi was holding would be near his face, his vulnerable soft flesh that could be easily cut and scarred forever. Motoki had left him to be disfigured while he was safely behind a door away from the weapon wielding odango-haired girl. The high school student was not dying today. He had whipped his head around when he heard the door closing and the soft click of the key going into the lock. The dark-haired man had beat furiously on the door and had screamed hysterically for help. Knowing that no help would arrive, he had wildly searched for an exit but of course found none.
That is how he ended up talking to himself in the corner while Usagi was a few feet away from on the floor organizing her tortu- art supplies. Yes, he might be overreacting. He had tried to convince himself he will live to see the next day but then the incident with the plastic spoon soon swam into his mind. Three middle-schoolers had to be taken to the hospital from the arcade after they had encountered a certain odango-haired girl with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon. 'Imagine what she could do with an actual weapon' he thought grimly.
Usagi was humming as she grabbed some of her durable silk fabric. She turned once more to look at the man was silently talking to himself. 'Honestly, I can just find someone else. It was sweet of Motoki-chan to try and help me but the baka of all people. I would rather use Luna as my model.' Usagi then grabbed the homework sheet that her art teacher had given them. The sheet had all of the instructions and guidelines for the mask project. As Usagi read all the way down she noticed in big, black, bolded letters it said: Due Date is One Week.
…. The assignment was assigned exactly one week ago tomorrow. Tomorrow the assignment was due. 'Why does this always happen to me?' She had actually tried to do the assignment this time. Even going as far as making a rough sketch of how the mask would look like. Usagi picked up her sketch book and flipped to the drawing that she had made during her english and math classes the past week. The secret heroine had decided to take inspiration from a certain masked man in her life. The mask was to be white like Tuxedo Mask's and to honor him even more, the mask had beautifully drawn roses with gold stems accenting the mask. She had to make the mask if not for the grade but for the man who would always look out for her and her safety. Plus the project was 50% of her grade so if she didn't do it she would fail Art. That could not happen. Besides P.E., Art was the only other subject she had never failed in her life which is something she had great pride in. She would have to use the baka if she wanted this mask made and her grade to still be acceptable.
She turned to see that he had thankfully calmed down, but was still silently mouthing words to himself. 'Well no time like the present,' she thought.
"Mamoru-baka," she said in a serious but slightly irritated tone. His head snapped up from it's thoughts. "I know you don't want to be here either but I really need to do this assignment. I swear on Motoki's milkshakes that I won't intentionally hurt you and I promise to be extra careful okay?"
Mamoru was actually caught off by the small girl's statement. She genuinely sounded sincere and determined to do this project. He had never heard Usagi sound so serious before. He was taken back, he to admit.
"Okay."
Usagi's light blue eyes snapped up to his dark blue ones and she saw that he had actually said yes and she wasn't just imagining decided to give me small but brief simile. "Thank you Mamoru-baka. I'll try to do it as quick as possible I swear. Sit down and I'll start doing the measurements."
Mamoru sat down in the chair that was set up. Usagi turned around to grab the silk fabric that needed to be measured and turned back around only to see the dark-haired man scribbling on a piece of paper that was taken from one of her (mostly empty) notebooks. Confusion soon spread on her face. "Baka, what are you writing?"
"My Will," he said calmly as if he said that everyday. "I figured I should make arrangements when- I mean if I don't make it." All Usagi could do is glare daggers at the older teen in front of her. Mamoru then looked down to all the sharp tools that would soon be coming into close contact with his face. "I should probably do a closed casket."
"Oh my god are you done jerk, I still have to decorate this thing you know," Usagi frustrated with the sheer ignorance of her 'model'. The high school student then finished writing and prepared for the worst. Usagi went around to the back of him and practically blindfolded him with the silk material. She made quick work of the fabric and was able to sketch the eye holes and mask shape with her marker. They both were relatively quiet during the process. She would sketch on Mamoru, take off the material, adjust it, and then fasten it back on him. The blonde finally got her final result and soon attached the fabric to the worbla material she had bought. The worbla makes the mask more firm and solid. She quickly threads through one side of the mask to create the string that will hold the mask to the face it graces. She carefully rounds the string and needle around his head as she holds up the mask to his face. Usagi then pierces the other side of the mask with the needle and thread and to finish it off ties the end of the thread off.
"You can open your eyes now baka, you survive to live another day,"she said. His eyes flew open realizing that nothing really did happen to him. He grabs the hand held mirror that Usagi had brought with her. He had to admit that him and masks always seem to go together. A smug grin spread on his face at that thought. What Mamoru didn't notice was that the blonde girl was now staring intensely into his eyes.
'He looks just like Tuxedo Mask. He has the same deep shade of blue that he does. His eyes right now look so soft gentle just like Tuxedo Mask's. Mamoru is Tuxedo Mask? But their opposites, I think. The upperclassman finally noticed he was being stared at and looked up from the mirror to see Odango face to face with him and staring deep into his eyes. He could her eyes were turning glassy, a sign that she was about spill tears down her rosy cheeks. He took this as bad sign and his mind immediately went to the notion that she had disfigured him in some way.
"Oh god, Odango! Don't tell me your stupid pea-sized brain actually nicked me. What where is it? Odango, you idiot wake up!," he spat out angrily. His hands roamed his masked face looking for any blood spots. These harsh words cut through Usagi's reverie like a knife. It was as if someone had thrown a rock had her vision and the picture of Mamoru looking like Tuxedo Mask completely vanished and all that was left was Mamoru-baka wearing a white mask and almost frantically roaming his fingers all over his face. She frowned realizing that he now looked nothing like the masked vigilante that helped the Sailor Soldiers. His eyes were hard and rage-filled not gentle and comforting like her superhero's always is. 'Mamoru-baka as Tuxedo Mask? God all that concentration really drained me.'
"Relax baka, I didn't nick you okay. Your only redeeming feature is fine," she said with disgust dripping from her voice.
"Thank god, it would have been a bad sca- wait did you just say I was attractive," he asked as a mischievous simile found it's way to his lips.
Usagi soon started blushing and become flushed after realizing she did accidentally call him attractive. "What no baka! Think so highly of yourself that you convince yourself that people actually compliment you when they don't. Jer- Wait baka, hold still there's a thread hanging from the mask. I can just cut it off right." The flustered blonde grabbed the pink scissors to cut off the now spotted thread hanging off.
"No it's okay Odango, I can do it." As she continued to advance on the thread and him with the very sharp pair of scissors, he tried to move his head and get rid of the thread himself. But it was too late when he turned his head to Usagi and he never saw the pink scissors coming.
Outside in the Arcade, Motoki was reading the newspaper comics with the music blasting through the speakers. But nothing could drown out the very loud and very girly scream that came from the back room that caused Motoki to jump three feet in the air. After the scream, a small gentle 'oops' could be heard.
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