I still do not own any part of SM, no matter how great it would be to have my own Mamoru or a Kunzite!
Sorry it took so long I really couldn't figure out how I wanted to start this chapter.
My day did not get any better. After storming from the arcade Haruka drove like a demon through the streets looking for somewhere else to go. We had a nice quiet lunch to catch up and then Minako just had to remind me of our study session at the shrine. Wanting some alone time with Michi before going to see mama Ruka wasted no time in dropping us off. Of course Rei was in a foul mood, something about Yuichiro and pie?! I don't know I never know with her. We sat around for hours studying. Since Ami-chan came too there was no play time; she continually drilled information into my head until I thought it was going to explode. I have never studied so hard in my life. Not wanting anything more than to go home and curl up with a manga I begged and pleaded to stop numerous times to no avail. It wasn't until Ami had to leave that I could go home. Minako walked me as far as her house which is two blocks from my own. As I was passing the arcade by myself I saw Motoki at the counter. Deciding that it was a great time to get that shake I went it. I wish I would have looked harder and noticed blue eyes sitting on the stool in front of him.
"Usa-chan!" Toki called out cheerfully. "Back already?"
I can feel the answering grin as I reply "You owe me a shake. Chocolate please." He chuckles a little and disappears around back. Taking the opportunity I slid up to the counter into the empty seat next to HIM. Of course I don't know it is him until it's too late.
"Konnichiwa Odango," he says a smirk on his face. My head drops to the counter, I bang it repeatedly.
"You!" it comes out a shocked whisper. All the anger and frustration I felt returns two fold. "Baka why are you still here? Don't you have someone else to pester?" I ask him smartly. He opens his mouth to respond when Motoki comes back out.
"Mamoru, leave Usagi-chan alone please," he begs blue eyes. I file his name away in the back of my head. "Here Usa tell me what you think."
Completely ignoring the gorgeous baka next to me I take a sip from the straw. The chocolaty goodness practically melts in my mouth. A little groan escapes my lips. It is amazing the best part of this entire horrible day. "Wow," I say sincerely. "This is the best shake I have ever had before!" The praise rolls right off my tongue.
"Laying it on a little thick there huh Odango?" Mamoru responds to my noises and takes a sip of the nastiness his calls coffee. I can't really tell but he looks a little red in the face.
"How many times do I have to tell you my name? Are you stupid or something?" I yell. As soon as the words leave my mouth I feel someone yank my arm back.
"How dare you speak to Mamoru-san that way!" some preppy little redhead screams in my face. "Apologize now!" Her green eyes are flashing in anger. I swear this girl looks like she is about to murder me. I look behind her and notice five or six other girls staring at me, all glaring. I start to feel a little nervous and that angers me even more. I just laugh out loud at her and turn back to Mamoru.
"What baka you can't handle your own problems? Your little groupies need to come and protect you!" At the time I have no idea how insulting that is to him. I turn away from him a little too late. I don't see the girls behind me getting closer until I'm on the floor of the arcade my head slamming to the ground. Motoki calls out something behind me but I can't hear him; I can't hear anything. My vision is swimming. Vaguely I see Mamoru pushing the girls away and yelling something. I see spots and then nothing. The darkness washes over me and it's kind of comforting.
I don't know how long I lay there unconscious or what happened to the group of harpies. When I come to the arcade is empty except for Motoki and Mamoru. The latter who is looking pretty ticked off. My head is cushioned in his lap and his hands are brushing through my hair. Startled I ask,
"What in the heck are you doing?" A look of sheer annoyance passes his beautiful face.
"I'm looking for a lump Odango. You could have a concussion." For some reason him calling me Odango doesn't irritate me as much as it should.
"How is your head Usa-chan? Are you ok?" Motoki asks worriedly. I can tell by his face he was freaking out.
I just nod. "What happened? Did I have another klutz attack?" I ask him. He looks like he wants to laugh and cry at the same time.
"No Usa, one of his fan club pushed you down." He hooks his thumb at Mamoru and looks disgusted. "I never thought they would be so crazy!" Blue eyes has the decency to look ashamed.
"I'm sorry they did that to you. I've never seen them act that way before." Carefully he untangles himself from my hair and pushes me up. His arms are so big and warm. "But it doesn't surprise me, the way they follow me like little lost dogs only proves how stupid they really are."
I can't help when my jaw falls open practically to the floor. "God you really are a jerk," I respond jumping up. I move too quickly and I start getting dizzy. The room spins around. Just as I feel myself falling back down, Mamoru's arms are around my waist.
"Be careful," he snaps out angrily. "And why are you defending them after what they did to you? You really must be the stupid one!"
He is still holding me and I fit so perfectly against his chest. A wave of comfort washes through me at the same time a fresh wave of anger does. I twist around out of his arms and glare up at him. "Just when I start to think you aren't such a jerk you prove me wrong. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" I scream at him. His face fills with anguish for a quick second. So quick I wasn't even sure I saw it. His entire body is frozen, rigid. I hear Motoki gasp loudly from somewhere in the background.
"No she didn't. My mother is dead." Mamoru blurts out angrily.
"Shimatta."
