A/N: Hey, hope you'll enjoy this :-) R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.


Usagi ran to her destination, where she was supposed to spend the entire day there with her four best friends. Apparently, she was late. They were supposed to be there by 10, but Usagi had woken up at 10:45. So the teenage blonde dressed in a simple tee and shorts and dashed out the door, running to the place. Unfortunately, she ran into her long time arch nemesis and crush.

"Oi, Odango Atama! Why don't you start looking where you're going?"

"Shut up, baka!" Usagi growled at the said man as she stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes. "I'm in a hurry, and I'm really late!"

"Whatever, Odango Atama. You're always late."

"And stop calling me that, you big jerk!" The blonde started to run once more to her destination.

"Oh, God, now I'm in for an earful," Usagi muttered to herself, running like a track and field winner. She thought of how Rei would hit her and scold her of being terribly late.

"Ah, here it is!" The bun haired girl entered the Serenity Spa, where she met the faces of her impatient friends.

"I can explain!" Usagi exclaimed before any of her friends could speak.

"There's no time for explaining, Usagi! We're really late for our appointment, thanks to you. Now let's go!" Rei said, yanking her friend's ear and dragging her to the counter.

Ami, Makoto, and Minako followed them and Usagi's complaints. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"We're here for our 10 o'clock appointment," Minako said to the employee behind the counter.


"Baka! MOOOOOVEEEE!"

"Wait, Odango—" Mamoru looked up from his book and turned around and stared at the girl in front of him.

"—Atama."

Usagi crossed her arms and glared at the man blocking her route home. "Move."

"What happened to your meatballs?" he asked, ignoring the blonde's orders.

The girl ran her hand through her golden hair where one of her buns used to be. "Oh. I got a complete makeover," she told him, referring to the spa treatment she had with her friends earlier that day

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Because. Because your Odangoes are gone."

"Problem?"

Mamoru hesitated at the question.

"I guess it was time to get rid of them. I'm tired of being called Odango Atama, you know," Usagi told him with a scowl.

"I didn't – uh – I never meant – I mean –." Mamoru stuttered and blushed. He never meant to make fun of her by calling her Odango Atama. He adored her hairstyle and most especially her. But he never admitted it.

Usagi smirked at the man. "That's what I thought," she said, turning around and walking to a different route home. "Don't worry, baka, they'll be back tomorrow."

Mamoru's eyes were on the girl as she walked away. "That's good," he muttered too loud, running his hand through his dark hair.

"I heard that," Usagi called out to him, still walking. And with that said, she left Mamoru blushing.