I want to see you, I want to see you
I want to hear your voice at least
And I sometimes call you with no special reason

Finally, the end of the day came. All four girls were on their way to their regular hangout at the Crown Arcade for some rest and relaxation. They had just finished taking their first big calculus test and all but one of the girls was stressed.

"Did any of you understand number thirteen? Because I just ended up drawing a picture of Artemis," Minako sighed, referring to her pet white cat.

"Psh, I STARTED drawing a picture of Luna on thirteen. That test was impossible." Usagi commented, also referring to her respective pet black cat.

"My problem was that when I checked my work, it never matched. That Pythagorean Theorem guy is full of shit." Makoto spat still upset at the fact that the possibility of her doing so bad that she knew she was going to have to take the make-up exam was great.

"Pythagorean Theorem?" Usagi asked.

"Yes, wasn't that the formula we had to study?"

The rest of the girls stayed quiet and looked at each other before Minako took up the torch to break the news, "Mako, we're not in geometry."

The bubbly blonde was met with a blank stare from the tall brunette. "What? I thought that…" the light bulb above her head flickered back on, "Oh… SHIT!" Now it was definite she was going to have to give up her weekend to study again for the make-up exam.

"So Ami, is it another gold star on the wall for another A plus on your record?" Usagi asked.

The blue-haired genius blushed. "I think this might break my streak. The teacher might mistake my six for an eight on number five. It's been bothering me and I really think I should go back just to double-check with him."

Everyone sweat-dropped at Ami's statement, jealous that all she had to worry about was half a point off for one wrong number.

"Oi, Usagi, why are you worried about the test? Didn't Mamoru tutor you last week for like, three hours?" Makoto questioned.

Usagi looked at her as if she grew two heads. "Mako, do you think I honestly see Mamoru-kun because I want help with school? Of course not!" her expression quickly changed to beaming. "I'm really thinking of telling him my feelings soon. I think it's time since it's our last year and all…"

"Really? You're going to tell him? Like, how soon?" Minako pried.

The odango-head shrugged. "I don't know… maybe next week."

"You sure?"

"I… guess…? What's the deal, Mina-?"

"I called it! She's telling him at the beginning of the year! Pay up, ladies!" Minako shouted.

Reluctantly, Makoto and Ami grabbed a 1,000 yen bill from their book bags and gave them to Minako as she laughed manically and counted her winnings.

"You guys BET on when I would tell Mamoru-kun my feelings?" Usagi was truly in utter shock and awe.

"Well when you're tired of waiting you get a little bored and try to make things more fun. Don't worry, Usagi, all our wagers won't be on you." Minako assured.

"Speaking of Mamoru…" Makoto started.

"…He's in that boutique right there shopping with a girl," Ami finished. Her and the brunette had stopped walking as they could not take their eyes from their discovery.

Minako and Usagi rushed to where Makoto and Ami were standing and all four pressed their faces against the store window. Inside, they saw Mamoru with a girl with long raven hair. Her school uniform being different from their own—it had a sort of grayish-blue shade to it instead of dark blue—probably because she went to some religious school. The girl was looking through the discount rack as she talked and smiled while Mamoru stood by her smiling and talking as well as he held a paper coffee cup in his hand.

"What's my Mamoru-kun doing in there with that fugly slut?" Usagi spat, her face red with anger.

"Looks like he's shopping…" Ami noticed as she watched him walk over to the male section of the store and flip through some shirts.

"She's pretty, Usagi. You don't think she goes to his university, do you?" asked Minako.

The odango-head glared at her blonde counterpart. "Yes, Mina, please just fan the fire."

"Usagi, maybe they're just friends. Friends shop together… and… go inside dressing rooms… together…" Makoto was trying to calm the storm but her plan backfired once she first-handedly witnessed Mamoru and the mystery girl walk into the same dressing stall.

All the girls' jaws dropped.

"Is that even legal?" Minako asked.

"Maybe in Sweden," Ami answered, although knowing Minako's questioning was purely rhetorical.

"How can you even get away with that? Those stalls are in plain view." Makoto added on, insinuating that Mamoru and the raven-haired girl had sexual intentions, "I mean, you would at least hear SOMETHING or become suspicious because they haven't come out in a while…"

"Um, you guys…?" Ami started.

"That's just gross. Just think of that nasty stench they leave on those curtains. Or worse: some sex disease. Ew!" Minako wrinkled her face in disgust.

"Guys…?" the blue-haired girl kept up.

"Children even go into those stalls! How can you be so uncouth?" Makoto's face became an expression of a mixture of repulsion and astonishment.

"Ladies!" Ami finally yelled, getting the attention of the girls.

"What?" Minako and Makoto responded concurrently.

The genius pointed her finger to the missing part of their group. Usagi had found herself sitting on the curb of sidewalk with her head down, trying not to listen to the distant comments of Minako and Makoto. The girls all looked at each other, accusing one another of not noticing Usagi's sadness first. But after the telepathic argument they all sat by their best friend's side.

"Usagi, we're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you…" Minako said, rubbing her friend's back to calm her down.

The odango-head sniffed and wiped away a silent tear, trying to hide it with her bangs. "Don't worry about it. I guess he just doesn't like me back…"

"Don't say that! You don't know what's really going on. Minako and I were being careless and just saying stupid stuff." Makoto admitted.

"Yes, Usagi, don't assume anything right now. Maybe they're just really good friends…" Ami stated as she went to hold Usagi's hand.

Usagi nervously smiled and held her head up, rubbing her face with her free hand. "I know… I know… it's just that I thought Mamoru-kun and I were the good friends, you know?"

Minako sighed. "Well then he doesn't deserve to be with you anyway if it has taken him this long to invite you in the dressing room with him. You're too beautiful of a person and we'll find you a good boyfriend… a BETTER boyfriend than Mamoru can ever be." She took her friend into a big bear hug until it turned into a group embrace when Makoto and Ami joined in.

"We love you, Usagi!" The girls yelled in unison.

"Thanks guys. I love you too."

Minako backed up from the hug after a while to break the tension. "Hey, I've noticed Seiya's been sweet on you. What do you think about hooking up with him? He even looks like Mamoru with those blue eyes and black hair…" She elbowed her blonde equivalent.

"Mina, don't insult me." Usagi rolled her eyes.

He adjusted the strap of his book bag as he stopped in front of his classroom. The grades from yesterday's calculus test were posted and many students arrived to school early to check on them. Seiya was not the exception. His dark blue eyes scanned downward, looking for his high school identification number and then scanning across to check for his grade. He barely read an eighty-one before he felt himself being pushed and his heavy book bag sliding off his shoulder onto the floor along with it.

"Excuse you…" the culprit said as she maliciously shouldered the pop idol. Seiya turned around to catch the back of a girl—her bouncy light brown curly hair giving her identity away.

A few pens and pencils fell out of his bag as a result of his attack. Seiya bent down to put them back in their place while shaking his head and laughing to himself before he heard another female voice.

"I see you've taken a ride on the Aya Express…"

The black-haired musician paused momentarily and looked up to see a pair of long pale legs and the curly ends of blonde pigtails.

He chuckled as he stood up. "Aya Express?"

"She'll do anything with a penis, human or not. I've heard stories." Usagi joked.

"What about the Odango Express? Can I hitch a ride on that too?"

She scoffed as she lightly pushed him. "This train doesn't stop for cocky assholes."

"You didn't like that? I usually get a ninety-eight percent positive response with that one."

"You cease to amaze me…" Usagi rolled her eyes, inclining toward his cockiness.

"What if I get this close and say it?" Seiya took a step closer, practically whispering in her ear.

Do not look into his eyes, do not look into his eyes… DO NOT LOOK INTO HIS EYES! Just a glance into those steel blues of his and it would be the end of her. Usagi tried hard to keep her cool by taking in a deep breath. Thankfully, her rapid heart rate and butterflies in her stomach were easily hidden.

"I'd prefer if you were..." Usagi put her hand on his chest and pushed Seiya away to her arm's length, "THIS close and say nothing."

Secretly smiling to herself yet again, Usagi took her exit and walked into the classroom, leaving Seiya wanting more… yet again.

She arrived at her desk when she felt a vibration throughout her shoulder. On instinct, Usagi pulled out her cell phone from her book bag and flipped it open to check her new text message from Minako, who had not yet arrived to class.

"Shopping 2day?"

Usagi sighed.

"Can't. I spent the last of my money on that gallon of ice cream last night :( stupid mamoru-kun"

She pressed the button to send it, but she swore the school walls were lined with lead. It was the worse place for service and you were lucky to wait five minutes for something to send, if it sent at all. Sighing as she was tired of watching the arrow that kept spinning from her pending message, she laid it down on the closest desk at the time—which was Seiya's—for it to finish sending while she messed with her book bag to ready herself for first period. She did not realize, however, that her open phone slowly slid off his desk and landed in his chair… still trying to send her reply to Minako.

It was not long before Seiya walked in, busy with his book bag as well, and not noticing the flip phone lying in his chair. He positioned himself to fall into his seat.

Both teenagers heard a crunch.

Usagi looked back at Seiya, wide-eyed. "What was that?"

Just as bewildered as she, the idol reached under him self and revealed two separate pieces of the miniature technology in his hand.

She gasped, "My phone!" before snatching the broken object from Seiya.

"I'm sorry, Odango. I didn't see it there."

"You broke my phone… your fat ass broke my phone!" the odango-head was in shock.

"What?" Seiya quickly stood up to face the blonde.

Usagi looked at him defiantly. "Did you hear me? I said your FAT ASS broke my phone!"

"Okay, first off: I didn't mean to break your precious cell phone, second: I do not have a fat ass. My ass is pretty tight, mind you."

"Do tight asses do this much damage?" Usagi snapped as she held up her phone that was once in one piece.

"You know what, touch it. Just give it a squeeze, I don't mind! I dare you to call my ass fat again." He felt the Yaten in him come out with that statement as he turned around for Usagi's convenience and stuck out his bottom.

"No…" Usagi stated, looking at him and his buttocks in disgust. Although, the blush on her cheeks gave her away that she thought differently than she looked.

"Touch it. Touch it! I know you want to." Already, the argument turned into a flirtatious situation.

"No, I was just joking. I'm not touching your ass."

"C'mon!" Seiya grabbed Usagi's wrist and tried to pull it toward his rump, "I want you to. I want you to know that it was pure muscle that broke your phone."

"Ay! Seiya, stop!" Both of them had already made a scene and were getting stares from everyone who had arrived to class. Yaten and Taiki were watching with great amusement from their desks whilst Usagi tried with all her might to pull back from Seiya's grip as the tug-of-war of her wrist kept on. "No, I don't want to. Please don't make me do this." By this point, Usagi had laughter in her voice and her face was turning redder by the second.

"I can see it in your eyes that you want do. Don't deny it." Seiya laughed. Usagi covered her mouth to conceal the smile on her lips and to possibly conceal her tomato-red blush. "Just give it a poke. I'm not giving up," he continued.

She made the mistake of laughing even harder. And for that split second that she lost concentration, Seiya won the battle and Usagi's open hand landed flat on his tight bum.

He definitely was right.

Her heart did not have time to skip a beat as Ms. Shiido made her entrance with her classic and signature clapping.

"Miss Tsukino! Mr. Kou!"

Both teenagers were frozen in their positions after they heard their surnames called.

Ms. Shiido's face was one that emitted pure aggravation once she took in the sight before her. "I will not tolerate such disruption in this classroom. I'm issuing a Saturday detention for both of you!"

Another wasted Saturday morning for Usagi and it was all Seiya's fault. The now angry blonde snatched her hand from Seiya's bottom and out of his grip.

"Thanks a lot," she snapped.

"Odango, don't be so angry. A Saturday should be worth giving up in exchange for touching my ass," Seiya teased.

She fell into her seat and crossed her arms. "Don't talk to me!"

By the time third period rolled around, Usagi had calmed down a bit. Though, she was still saddened by not being able to shop with Minako and that her cell phone was no more. She knew her family did not have enough money for a replacement and knew that it could be weeks before she would get a new one. Her life would be over without her cell. The odango-head sighed deeply while idly taking notes.

Thinking about her broken phone, she also thought about Seiya and how he got her in trouble. Damn that stupid Seiya. He probably did it on purpose. But why would he also give himself a detention too? Ah, it was too much. He was too much; so gorgeous and yet so obnoxious. In her boredom, Usagi started to relay all her bad experiences with Seiya: running into him on the street, seeing him presented to the class, him throwing her bloody handkerchief at her feet, him-…

Wait a second… she thought to herself as the gears in her head started to turn and devil horns slowly grew from her blonde locks. Usagi was already congratulating herself with the best idea ever that stemmed from one of her memories.

At the sound of the lunch bell, Usagi had to act fast. She opened her book bag and searched through its miscellaneous pockets until she found was she was looking for. In the depths of her studies, she pulled out the bloody handkerchief Seiya had used that was stored away to be forgotten. Thank God for her horrible memory and forgetting to take it out to wash it.

She turned around to see Seiya putting his book in his bag.

"Seeeeeeiya…" she said, turning on her sweet eyes and flipping her hair.

He looked up from his ongoing task. "Yes… Odango?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry for this morning. I didn't mean to yell at you. And I also wanted to say that… I really did enjoy playing around. I know that it's not the first time I've been mean to you. I guess that just how I react against such a big celebrity like you. You're just so intimidating because you're so popular and all and I don't know how to handle it. But deep, deep down, I really do like you…"

She looked up to actually see him looking surprised and a blush on the rise.

"Do you forgive me?" she twisted her pigtail around her finger and pouted.

Seiya grinned and looked Usagi in the eye. "Of course I do, Odango." Bull's eye: she was going to be easier than he thought.

The blonde smiled and placed the bloody pink handkerchief on his desk. "Um, well, I've been so afraid to ask before but since you forgive me and all… can you autograph this for me?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her and stared back into her light blue eyes. Usagi bit her lip and stared back looking innocent and just too damn sexy. Seiya would have never associated odangos with sexy but Usagi made them look good. He could feel a party in his pants on the brink of starting so he quickly looked away to retrieve a marker from his bag.

Once ready, he circled the blood stain and signed his name while also writing the message, "thanks for saving my hand," at the bottom. Though he was not finished and quickly jotted down something else that Usagi could not really make out from her position.

Satisfied with his work, he capped the marker off and sat back in his seat. "There you go."

Usagi took up the handkerchief and read the extra part she could not comprehend at first. She realized that he had written down his phone number. Her stomach rose and fell within her body in exhilaration. She really did not expect him to do this and momentarily felt bad for what she was about to do, but then again he was known for his womanizing ways and this probably was not the first time he has pulled off this trick.

Her demeanor quickly changed. "Thanks, Seiya!" She stood up in her seat.

"Ladies, may I have your attention please! I have here a handkerchief used and stained with the blood of Seiya Kou himself! That's right, THE Seiya Kou from the Three Lights! To prove that it is actually his blood, he has signed it with his personal autograph and message! The bidding will start at 5,000 yen!"

Bull's eye… missed. Seiya's jaw dropped as a fear washed over him. "Odango, no!"

But it was too late. Every single female and a few males jumped out of their seat and stampeded over toward Usagi, leaving nothing alive in their path. Chairs, desks, and even people were knocked over in the frenzy; food that was unlucky enough to fall on the floor was not spared and was squashed under the shoes of the mad dash. Already, people had cash ready in their hand yelling out different prices to outbid the other.

"10,000 yen! I'll give you 10,000 yen!"

"20,000!"

"25,000!"

Usagi fluttered the handkerchief around playing auctioneer. "25,000! Do I hear 30,000? 35,000?"

"35,000! I'll give you 35,000!"

"I'LL GIVE YOU 45,000!"

Seiya sat there in his desk with his face buried in his hands. He could not believe this was happening right now and yet could not help but laugh to himself. She really had him fooled. Peeking through his fingers, he saw Yaten having the time of his life as he was doubled over laughing.

Eventually, the riot became silenced as a short brown-haired girl with a pixie cut stood up on a desk.

"I'll give you 55,000 yen…"

The crowd murmured to themselves in their disappointment that they had been outbid. Each was willing to spend their whole paycheck or monthly allowance on this thing, but they were only given so much and 55,000 yen was way over their budget. Damn her for being born rich.

Usagi pointed to the girl on the desk. "Sold: to our very own Risa!"

Risa bounced in excitement while yelling a little, "whoo hoo!" and both girls jumped down from their high positions. In one swoop, they both made the exchange. Usagi had never really made or held this much money in her life. For once, she felt complete victory.

She looked over to Seiya, "Wow, Seiya, you really are lucrative."

He chuckled and looked up to the self-taught auctioneer. "And you're a tease."

The odango-head giggled and shrugged before turning around as she noticed her three friends approach her.

"Mina, Mina! I can go shopping now."

Before she could respond to her statement, Minako was busy trying to stuff her money back in her wallet. "That's good news!" she exclaimed.

She yawned loudly while she approached her locker for her indoor shoes. It was 9:00 AM on a Saturday and why was she here? It was all because of that stupid Seiya. Her usual wake-up time on a weekend ranged between 11:30 AM and 1:00 PM, but not today. Oh no, she just HAD to get a Saturday detention just to touch Seiya's ass… his tight, perky, gorgeous… ass… ugh! Usagi almost slapped herself for letting her mind wander. She rubbed her eyes open and dug through her locker to change her shoes.

"Good morning, Odango."

Believe it or not, Usagi was not that mad to hear that on account Seiya had barely spoken to her all week. It was probably because he was a bit upset for her giving away his number. She had overheard him say that he had to change it just yesterday. But it is looking like he is over it.

"Morning, Seiya." Usagi greeted while taking a seat on a bench.

He sat down next to her on the bench as he drank from his large paper coffee cup. "I wanted to say that I forgive you now."

She giggled through her nose. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

"A girl has to give away my number for 55,000 yen? I received almost a hundred calls from strange girls that day. I had to change my number!"

"Oh boo hoo, you can't honestly say that you didn't enjoy and take advantage of all those calls."

"Well…"

Cut to flashback of Seiya opening his front door to reveal three female schoolmates giggling and waving to him. He waves back and holds up a full bottle of wine.

"It gets to a point when it's too much…" he blushed and took another sip of his coffee while his eyes strayed away from Usagi's.

She finished sliding on her white slippers and rose up to put her other shoes in the locker. "Ah, well it looks like Seiya Kou is human after all."

He threw away his coffee cup as his eyes watched Usagi amble to her locker. Her skirt—that was swaying with her walking motion—just stopped at her mid-thigh, showing more leg than he has seen before in her school uniform. Her pale legs were longer than what her scholarly attire led onto and naughty thoughts about those elongated stems wrapped around his waist cruised through his mind.

Seiya stood up to lean against the locker next to Usagi and whispered, "You know, there was one number that didn't come up I was hoping that would…"

Usagi side-smirked and cocked an eyebrow at Seiya. "Aw, I would have called, but some fat ass sat on my phone and broke it!" And with one swipe, she closed her locker shut and was off to detention.

Though it was all in fun, it was another hard blow to his ego. No matter what he said or how sexy he said it, Usagi would just not budge. Seiya rammed the back of head on the locker and unenthusiastically followed the blonde pistol to detention.

It was finally noon and Usagi threw open the front doors of the school to welcome the afternoon sun. She was even happier to see her three friends waiting for her.

"I'M DONE! Let's eat!" Usagi yelled skipping over to where her friends stood.

"Hey, how was it?" Makoto inquired with a gasp.

"It sucks! They make you sit there for hours just doing nothing or schoolwork. But I snuck in a nap for about thirty minutes so it wasn't too terrible." The blonde odango-head winked.

Ami, Makoto and Minako looked at each other and giggled.

"No, Usagi, we mean how was IT?" Ami tried to clear it up for her friend, but no avail. Usagi was still in the dark.

"His ass, Usagi, how was touching his ass?" Minako blatantly barked.

She was taken aback by this but she was soon calmed and smiled devilishly.

"It was like steel!"

All the girls shrieked in excitement and giddiness as they bounced around in a circle.

"So was it worth it to get a Saturday detention?" Makoto asked.

Usagi sighed. "I guess… really, who else can say they were forced by Seiya Kou to cop a feel of his ass?" she confessed.

"Don't we all wish…," Minako trailed as she drifted off into La-La Land.

"ANYWAY, let's eat! I'm starving for some pizza." Usagi exclaimed, interrupting Minako's little daydream.

Each of the girls agreed and started on their way to a restaurant. They were not too far from the school before a song started playing nearby:

"Search for your love, sora no suishou. Search for your love, nakanai de kure…"

Everyone stopped at the sound of the music and looked at each other. "Where is that coming from? Is someone's phone ringing?" Ami asked.

"Search for your love, hontou wa, dakishimetai no sa…"

Makoto, Ami and Minako took out their cell phones from their purses to confirm any incoming calls, but revealed that none of them were receiving any. But then they realized it was fruitless that they even checked their phones since none of them had downloaded the ringtone. They all looked to Usagi as the song's chorus started over.

"Guys, my phone is broken," the golden-haired girl reasoned.

"Well, it's not one of ours, Usagi…" Makoto retorted.

Knowing that it was pointless, Usagi rolled her eyes and opened her book bag to possibly silence the song in order to appease her friends. But to her surprise, she saw a blinking light shining from her phone pocket and heard the melody even louder after opening her bag's flap. She reached in and pulled out a spanking new touch screen phone. Looking at the caller ID, she saw a restricted number was calling her.

"It's mine…?" Usagi questioningly stated.

"Answer it!" Minako demanded being a little tired of hearing the chorus of the Three Lights' first single repeat a third time.

Usagi pressed the answer button. "Hello?"

"Oi, Odango Atama," said a familiar voice from the other end.

"Seiya?" Briefly, she took the phone from her ear to look at it in mystification.

"Do you know anyone else that calls you Odango?"

"No because I make a note to know people who don't annoy the hell out of me."

There was short-lived silence on the other end. "Is that the way you treat people who give you gifts?"

"Wait, what do you mean by gift?" Usagi looked at her friends with a questioning face.

He laughed. "I slipped this phone into your book bag while you were sleeping in detention."

Usagi's cheeks turned red as she paused for a moment to look at her friends who were signaling for her to keep talking.

"Uh… why?"

"I thought it would only be right that I buy you a new phone since I broke your old one."

She lightly laughed, "Oh… You didn't have to… I guess… th-thank you, Seiya."

"No problem, Odango."

Her heart felt heavy at Seiya's nice gesture and she smiled. "So, um, how exactly did you get my number?"

"I just transferred your SIM card and called my number on your phone."

"Wow, that's creepy."

"Not when I do it." His voice sounded oddly close as Usagi turned around to see him walking up to her and her group and hang up his cell phone.

Usagi shook her head. "Was that necessary?"

The idol smiled and shrugged. "Okay, fine, I want my phone back."

"No!" The odango-head held the new communication device to her chest. "You can't just give a gift and ask for it back."

"Then I suggest being nice to me from now on."

"You-!"

"Uh, Usagi… I don't think we've been introduced!" Minako interrupted.

Usagi turned around and blushed a bit. "Oh, heh…" it did finally dawn on her that throughout her and Seiya's altercations, her friends had never officially met her torturer.

"Seiya, these are-"

"Makoto Kino! Member 1606," the brunette beauty pushed Usagi out of the way while flashing her fan club member card to Seiya, with those damned stars in her eyes again.

But she was shortly cut off by a push from Minako and flashed her own Three Lights fan club card with an even starrier gaze.

"Minako Aino, member 278!"

As also in academics, both star-struck girls were one-upped by the blue-haired genius as she snuck up in front of her two friends.

"My name is Ami Mizuno. My membership number is twenty-five…" her gold fan club card could blind anyone with its shine against the sunlight as she held it up.

Seiya smiled. "Thanks a lot. It's nice to meet you all."

The three girls, too wound up to respond to Seiya, giggled and blushed like the schoolgirls they are.

The musician gazed to Usagi, who looked embarrassed for her friends' actions.

"So, Odango, where's YOUR membership card."

She put her hands on her hips. "I'd rather spend my money on better things…"

"What could be better than supporting my musical efforts?" the raven-haired boy winked.

"Things like PIZZA!" Usagi emphasized on the particular food to possibly break the spell Seiya had put her friends under. Ten minutes had already elapsed after detention ended and they had not even left school grounds yet. And her tummy was still angry.

"Ooh, I love pizza!" Seiya exclaimed.

"We're on our way right now to go eat some for lunch," Minako explained.

"It's an all-you-can-eat buffet too. The pizza is so delicious," Makoto added.

Ami gasped, "You should join us!"

All the girls held their breath, awaiting Seiya's answer.

Just for the sake of attention and just to hear them say it, the idol shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't want to intrude, though…"

"No intrusion at all!" the three star-struck girls argued.

Soon after, Seiya had all three girls on his arms as they led him toward their dining destination. Usagi stayed put for a few seconds feeling as if God Himself was out to punish her.

"Fuck my life…" she whispered, unwillingly following the linked quartet ahead of her. Realizing she still had her new phone in her hand, she thought it best to play around with it to keep herself distracted.

"Hey Seiya, what's that stupid song you put as my ringtone?"

The sliding doors opened as Seiya with Minako, Makoto and Ami in tow walked into the restaurant—whilst Usagi stayed behind, still messing with her phone. Each of them paid and grabbed their food and drink and found a big enough booth to fit five people. Seiya timed it well to walk with Usagi to sit by her before Ami, Minako or Makoto could, as they were waiting in the buffet line for their favorite pizza to finish baking.

On the outer side of the booth Usagi set down her tray of her nine slices of pizza and ice cold coke, ready to chomp down. She was no picky eater.

"Wow, you're really going to eat all those?" Seiya stared at her full plate of food in astonishment… and admiration. He did a double-take between hers and his plate that had a mere four slices of pizza.

"Hells yeah, and it's going to be delicious." Usagi rubbed her hands together and licked her lips.

"Where do you put it?" It was actually meant as a compliment, really. Usagi was a pretty petite girl for such a large appetite.

"It's a secret," she winked, "jealous?"

Seiya took a sip of his drink and eyed her weirdly. "Why would I be jealous?"

"That you only eat four slices and still have a fat ass?" The odango-head giggled.

"Oh no you didn't!" the idol yelled as he slapped his hand on the table. She did NOT just challenge him. "Get up."

Her giggled turned maniacal as she consented to what Seiya demanded. "You think you can out-eat me?"

He slid himself down and out of the booth to stand before Usagi. "Yes, actually; I am a growing and active teenage boy."

"Oh, but, what about your little rock star body? I wouldn't want to ruin your little career." Usagi pretended to be concerned about his body as she put her hands on her cheeks and gasped.

LITTLE rock star body? LITTLE career? This girl knew how to rile him up. He directed his cobalt eyes from Usagi's cerulean hues after a good stare-down and grabbed his plate of four slices of pizza to make his way back to the buffet. Just as he left to do so, Minako, Ami and Makoto returned with their made-to-order pizza.

"Where's Seiya going?" Ami asked as the three girls sat on the other side of the booth, across from Usagi.

Usagi chuckled. "Seiya thinks he can eat more pizza than I can."

Makoto let out a loud guffaw from the innermost place in the booth, squished between Minako and the wall. "I'd like to see that."

Minako gave Usagi a bewildering look and looked down sadly at her plate. Here she was with a measly two slices of pizza, trying not to look like she ate a lot in front of Seiya; and there was Usagi challenging the hot celebrity to an eating contest. She will never understand boys… or Usagi.

Seiya returned from the buffet with nine slices. "All right, it's on."

In about seven minutes' time, both teenagers were done with their plates. The musician covered his mouth as he burped and put his hand on his protruding belly. "Damn, I'm getting full."

Usagi dabbed her mouth daintily with her paper napkin. "I'm still hungry. I think I'm going to get more."

"What? You're still hungry?" Seiya could not believe his ears, or his eyes.

Usagi grinned. "That's okay, Seiya. You have a career to look after; maybe next time we'll do a salad-eating contest." She patted his full tummy and took a last sip of her coke before she went on her way back to the buffet.

The pop star looked at his three schoolmates sitting across from him. "Has she always eaten this much?"

"We've been trying to convince her to go professional." Ami took a bite from her brownie, already on dessert as the contest just started.

"We actually met over my rice balls," Makoto answered, "Every time I notice some of the food in my pantry approaching their expiration date, I give her a call."

"Don't worry about winning, Seiya. You're a much better singer than she is…" Minako reminded, trying to have him compensate for his puny appetite.

There was that word: winning—that word that he always took pride in and wanted to hold its trophy. Seiya took a deep breath and a huge sip of his fizzy drink, trying to make him self burp in order to make more room in his stomach. Maybe it is all carbonation that is making him feel full.

Usagi returned to the booth, with another nine slices on her plate. Although Seiya stopped her from sitting down as he stood up in front of her. "Don't eat that yet." And then it was his turn to grace the pizza buffet for a second round.

Ten minutes rolled by and Seiya was finishing up his last slice of pizza off his plate.

"Hey, I think they put a fresh pepperoni pizza out. I better get some."

With the food still in his mouth, Seiya's dark blue eyes widened in fear, "No fucking way…" he managed to mumble.

The odango-head grinned from ear to ear as she watched him shove the rest of his pizza in his mouth. It took him a while to chew it up and it looked like he was having trouble swallowing. But he held his head up and looked at his opponent boldly.

"All right, let's go."

Usagi slid out of the booth to let Seiya come out as well. She pretended to walk with him to the buffet before she turned on her heel and leaned over the table.

"Oh my God, you guys, I'm dying!"

Each of the girls blinked in bewilderment. "What? What's wrong, Usagi?"

She took heavy breaths and looked behind her to make sure Seiya had not caught her still at the table. "I'm. So. Full. For once in my life, I can't eat anymore! I think they put extra cheese on it or something." She also doubled-over a little on the verge of tears with her hand on her stomach, trying to contain her giant food baby.

"Well then stop eating, Usagi." Ami reasoned.

"NO!" Usagi yelled, "I cannot and WILL not give up!" Immediately after, she moaned in pain. "Do you think he'll notice if I ran into the bathroom to throw up?"

"Come on, babe! We believe in you. Beat his ass!" Minako chimed, rooting for her best friend.

"Oi, Odango, aren't you coming?" Came a voice from the buffet line.

She sighed and stood up to face Seiya with a fake smile. "Coming!" she yelled. As much as it hurt, Usagi bounded over to retrieve her new plate.

"Hey, uh, you want to get only four pieces this time…?" Seiya negotiated.

Usagi sighed cutely and rolled her eyes. "Oh all right, just for you, Seiya!"

He turned to leave to go back to the table while Usagi took the time to exercise her gag reflex just smelling the hot pizza sitting under heat lamps. She wanted so badly to stop eating and just throw up. But she wanted to win, she wanted to beat Seiya. Placing four more pepperoni slices on her plate, she finally made her last trip from the buffet to her booth.

It was only their first slice from their plate and their contest had slowed. They both reluctantly picked up their piece of the pie and stared at it as if it had hairy green mold growing on it.

"C'mon, Seiya. You can do it!" Minako chimed.

"Yes, Seiya, this is your last plate! I can feel it!" Makoto yelled.

Ami clapped. "We believe in you!"

Usagi widened her eyes at the reinforcement of her friends. "What? No cheers for me?"

"Oh we know you can do it, Usagi, we just want Seiya to feel better about him self," Minako smiled, trying to egg on Seiya's competitive streak.

"If I weren't so damned miserable, I'd throw this in your face," the idol retorted to Minako, referring to his pizza slice he was holding as his weapon.

Usagi chuckled at her friend's comment. "You ready, Seiya?"

He looked to the golden-haired odango-head and sighed. She was smiling like the cat that caught the canary but her eyes told him something else. He felt so miserable; not even football practice during a heat wave was this painful. He had heard stories of models dying because their stomachs exploded from eating too much food when they binged. He did not want to die this way.

"Fuck it. I give up." He threw down the slice of pizza and wiped his hands of grease on his used napkin, accepting defeat.

"Oh thank God!" Usagi yelled as she tore her way through the restaurant to the bathroom. But just as fast as she did, she tore her way back to the booth and took one last bite off a slice.

"Beat you!" she sang and resumed to her way back to the restroom.

Finally, the eating contest was over and no one was happier than Seiya and Usagi. Both of them waited outside the restaurant for Minako, Ami and Makoto to return from the restroom.

"I'm never eating pizza again…" Usagi moaned.

"They should give us a medal. That was thirty-six slices of pizza between the both of us." Seiya said.

Usagi was dusting off the crumbs from her blouse left from the crust of her pizza. She giggled, "I totally could have eaten more."

"Whatever! I heard you crying to your friends while I was at the buffet." Seiya pointed out.

"All I needed was a nice huge burp and then I could have made room for about six more."

"Well, I have to admit, you're pretty tough." The idol stated while looking at Usagi. "That's pretty hot."

"Oh stop it. I'm in too much pain to fight you off from humping my leg." She yelled.

"Uh, what did I tell you about being nice to me? I didn't have to buy you a phone you know."

Usagi pouted and took out her shiny new cell phone. "But that's so mean of you to put Lola in jeopardy like that after you just gave her to me." She actually stroked her phone a bit, treating it like a prized small animal.

"You named it already?"

The blonde could not help but smile and shrug.

"Do you like it?" This time, Seiya's voice sounded gentle and genuine, devoid of any cockiness.

She looked him in the eye and sighed. "Yes, yes I do. Thank you so much, Seiya. You really didn't have to." She blushed and went up to hug him. Something possessed her to do so. She felt too close to this guy now to just shake his hand. He bought her a new phone for Christ's sake.

Even though Seiya's stomach felt like it would explode at any moment, it had enough room to tie itself in knots at Usagi's embracing action. He had to confess he did not expect a hug or any other physical contact from Usagi. After her little auctioning stunt, he was very weary of her advances. But he welcomed this one with open arms.

After they parted from their embrace, Usagi was looking through her contacts on her phone when she spotted a new and unfamiliar one.

"You saved your number in here?"

"Don't give it away this time!" Seiya warned.