Sorry that this is insanely off-course! I know how late it is, but with school kicking up with a vengeance I don't have the time to write like I do in the summer. So unfortunately, from now on updates will be kind of sporadic. But I am absolutely determined to finish this with all 100, so don't worry. :)

I happen to really like this one. I hope you like it enough to review! :)

Water: 51

"I'll have a big glass of ice water, please," Usagi said to Motoki, plopping down on the nearest counter stool. She allowed her school bag to drop to the floor and her head to drop onto the counter, protected only by the cushion of her forearms.

"Sure, Usagi, one chocolate milkshake, coming right up—wait what?" asked Motoki, disbelief sketched on his face. "You…don't want a chocolate milkshake?"

"Nope, just water please," replied Usagi, her words somewhat muffled by her arms.

"Are you feeling ok?" asked Motoki in a concerned tone, walking closer.

Usagi blearily lifted up her head, revealing dark circles under her eyes. "I'm fine, just tired. And thirsty," she answered. Her head then returned to its original position, and soon faint snores were heard coming from the blonde.

The tinkling of the bell over the arcade door didn't even rouse Usagi from her afternoon nap, nor did the footsteps of Mamoru as he crossed to the counter and sat beside her.

"Here's your water, Usagi," Motoki said softly, not wanting to disturb her slumber. "Hey, Mamoru."

"Hey," replied the black-haired man, "what's wrong with her?"

Motoki began to collect some empty glasses as he parried back, "No idea. She's out like a light though. For once, let the girl sleep in peace," he finished, taking the glasses back into the kitchen and leaving the counter empty.

"Odango Atama?" Mamoru whispered into Usagi's ear. When she didn't stir, he continued. "You're…kinda cute when you sleep. Hope you're having good dreams, ones with a prince or whatever you dream about. But don't think this means I'll go easy on you tomorrow." He winked, then grabbed his school bag and quietly exited the arcade.

Usagi then stirred, a little whimper of lost sleep escaping her. As she yawned and stretched out her arms, Motoki walked back through the kitchen doors.

"Oh no, he didn't wake you up, did he?" groaned Motoki. "I swear, that guy—"

"What guy?" queried Usagi innocently, rolling her aching neck in circles.

"Mamoru was here," he grumbled in return. "And I told him not to disturb you, but…" he trailed off, shaking his head.

Usagi pulled the water towards her, beginning to take slow sips. "He didn't wake me, Motoki. I had a great dream and I woke up at the end."

"What was it?" asked Motoki, putting his elbows on the counter and leaning in. "I won't tell."

"Well…" Usagi replied slowly, taking another sip of water. She then crinkled her nose. "I might tell you if you get me a chocolate milkshake. This stuff has no taste," she stated, sticking her tongue out.

"Deal," Motoki laughed, heading off to get her usual order.

Usagi would tell him about how, in her dream, she was a princess in a beautiful garden with a handsome prince, whose face she couldn't quite make out. But she wouldn't tell him that the handsome prince in this particular dream had spoken with Mamoru's voice….