Another quick drabble I decided to shoot out in an hour or so.

I would love to own Sailor Moon. I'm sure getting the old VHS tapes would be much cheaper if I did. But I don't have the money to buy the copyright. Feel free to give me free VHS episodes, though.

32. Rain at midnight

There was this love scene that Usagi had always dreamed of ever since she saw it in some old movie that she'd long ago forgotten the title of. The title didn't really matter because she would most likely never watch the movie again. That scene was forever embedded in her memory. The characters' faces had faded and been replaced over and over again in her mind's eye but the mechanics of it remained the same. Watching that movie with her mother when she was ten may have very well completely changed the way she thought about romance for the rest of her life.

Of course, none of that really mattered because it would never happen to her.

Usagi's sigh almost echoed in the nearly empty arcade as she watched the rain pour down the glass door and wash away all the bits of trash from the sidewalk. Swinging her legs slowly, she contemplated the odds of her fantasy ever being realized. Thinking like Ami, she took into account all the variables.

First there was the weather. It had to be raining. No thunder, no lightning. It had to be the type of rain that would cascade off her umbrella gracefully but leave her hair perfectly intact. As Ami would say, it was completely improbable.

Then, it had to be midnight. The moon would be full and would shine through the rain and just be magnified a million times over. The light would dance and it would be like someone had thrown glitter on the entire scene. So, that left one day a month. That combined with the perfect rain seemed lsightly improbable but still possible.

Finally, the most troubling variable of all was the boy with which she wanted to be kissed by in the perfect scene. The problem was that the likelihood of him being out in the perfect rain at midnight during a full moon specifically looking for her was about as likely her double fudge milkshake turning back into vanilla ice cream. Actually, the chances of him ever thinking of her in a romantically inclined way were fairly slim.

The entire dilemma was something Usagi had communicated to Minako before, but the only response she got was, "Who's the boy?"

Who was the boy? Usagi scowled at her empty glass and chewed on her spoon thoughtfully. The boy was an enigma. The boy was infuriating, annoying, and perfect. The boy made her heart flutter like a hummingbird trying to break through her ribcage. The boy made her mind race and her hands shake. That answer was less than satisfying for Minako. Usagi sighed and looked at her chewed up plastic spoon.

"That's going to ruin your teeth."

"No one asked you, Chiba," Usagi shot back, crossing her arms and hiding her saliva covered handiwork under them.

"Odango, I give my advice away for free. I can't help it if you won't accept my benevolence." His smirk made her heart melt like ice cream on her tongue. It was sweet now but she knew she would regret it later. A moment on the lips, forever on the hips. A second of attention, forever weighing on her heart. Like the ice cream, it was well worth the price.

"I don't suppose you wander around in the rain much do you?" Usagi asked without thinking. Mamoru's eyes widened, raising his eyebrows with them, and he tilted his head slightly.

"Should I be?" he asked, looking out the glass door as if it would tell him something. It didn't. For her part, Usagi blushed and looked down at the booth.

"No reason."

Awkward moment forgotten, the normal arguments went on like they did every day with only a few requests from Motoki to quiet down. As they bantered, Usagi couldn't help but think that the rain at midnight could wait another month. This would be enough…for now.

Not entirely sure how much I like this one. (Of course, I dislike rereading most of my work. Hence the typos.) I feel like I'm not giving them any depth. Opinions?