#31 Weapon
Characters: Usagi/Mamoru/The Gang
Words: 312
"Choose your weapons!"
Motoki's voice rang through the air. There was a great scuffle as everyone darted forward at once, grabbing their weapon of choice and leaping back to safety, facing off in preparation for the oncoming war.
From across the expanse of their battleground, Usagi and Mamoru mock-glared at each other as their comrades-at-arms hurled insults and jeers. Her eyes narrowed as a smile twitched her lips. "You ready to die today, Chiba?"
His cocky smirk betrayed his overconfidence. "I'm shaking in my shorts. Bring it on, Odango!"
On Mamoru's left, Makoto smirked at Minako. "Better be careful or I might muss your hair."
"Just try it," Minako growled, narrowing her eyes and looking about as threatening as a wet kitten. Beside her, Rei was grinning evilly at Ami, who looked as if she couldn't figure out how she'd gotten talked into this business, and whether it was too late to go read a book, instead.
Motoki grinned from his vantage point above the heads of the opposing armies, savoring the rising bloodlust in the air. He raised the whistle to his lips and blew until his face turned red.
The two opposing forces leapt toward each other with deafening battle cries, raising weapons high as they ploughed their way through the depths of the sparkling, chlorine-scented swimming pool. They met in the middle with a powerful splash, and immediately began beating the crap out of each other with colorful, foam rubber noodles, shrieking and laughing and generally having a wonderful time cooling off from the scorching, summer heat.
Motoki tossed the whistle aside and gave himself a mental pat on the back for coming up with such a fabulous idea, then grabbed a yellow noodle and leapt into the pool to join the fun … and maybe rescue Mamoru from being thoroughly trounced by Usagi while he was at it.
