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20. Scars
Alicia Blade
322 words
"Motorcycle accident," he said, pointing to his right elbow.
"No way. You do not ride a motorcycle."
"I do."
Usagi furrowed her brow and lifted her shin, pointing to a long white mark, and said, "Barnacles. 15 stitches."
Mamoru shook his head and lifted one trouser leg just enough to show his ankle. "Car accident when I was six. The bone went through the skin."
She grimaced. "Ouch."
He shrugged. "I barely remember."
Rolling up a sleeve, Usagi gestured at a dent in her shoulder. "Stray nail gun in shop class."
Mamoru flinched. Thought a moment. Lifted his shirt, revealing a muscled chest that made Usagi's heart clog in her throat. "Youma," he said, pointing to a long scar that stretched along his rib cage.
"No!"
"Yes."
"When were you ever near a youma battle?"
He shrugged. "I have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Usagi pursed her lips together in thought for a moment, before saying, "You know, Mamoru, chicks dig scars."
Quirking an eyebrow, Mamoru let his shirt down. "Oh really?"
She nodded and fluttered her eyes. "It's hot. Kind of dangerous, you know?"
Feeling suddenly warm, Mamoru leaned back away from the girl who was inching closer to him. He felt blood rush into his cheeks. "Um… er… well…."
"Especially when their scars are a lot worse than ours."
"I… that is…" He gulped and licked his lips as the girl leaned so close to him they were almost touching.
"But," she suddenly chirped and jumped away, "That's not the case."
"Huh?"
Standing, she lifted her shirt past her stomach and Mamoru blanched—first at the pale, perfect skin around her waist, but second at the scar running along her abdomen that was twice as long as his own.
"Youma," she said, winking. Mamoru's jaw dropped. "It's kind of sexy, huh?" she said, laughing at his expression as she turned and skipped away.
