"Mamoru, give it back!" She dances around him, frantically reaching for the object he has in his hand above his head. She stops for a second, then jumps as high as she can – which is surprisingly high for such a small person – and clamps both hands around his forearm, in an apparently futile effort to bring his arm down.

"Mamoru, give it back!" She dances around him, frantically reaching for the object he has in his hand above his head. She stops for a second, then jumps as high as she can – which is surprisingly high for such a small person – and clamps both hands around his forearm, in an apparently futile effort to bring his arm down.

Mamoru laughs and slowly begins to lower his arm, then, in a lightning movement, wraps it around her, effectively pinning her to his chest. He lowers his head until their foreheads are just touching.

Usagi stills, her blue eyes showing just a little hesitation and a lot of invitation. She tilts her head just slightly and suddenly pushes upwards on her toes, so that her lips are meeting his.

Surprised, his grip on the object slackens just enough so that she can get it free from his hand. In one swift movement she grabs the item, slips out of his arms and runs to put a table between them.

She unwraps the object and pops it in her mouth, her eyes closing and an expression of bliss crossing her face.

"Well, Odango," he says, "If that's the reaction I'm going to get every time, I'm going to steal your Hershey's Kisses more often."

Her eyes open and she fixes him with a steely glare. "Over your dead body." She flounces out of the Arcade, shooting him a smile as she goes though the door.

"Man, Mamoru, you sure know how to take your life in your hands." Motoki leans over the counter to inspect his friend's coffee.

"What do you mean?"

"Even Raye won't fight Usagi for chocolate kisses."