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Rabbit

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Usagi tugged the material hard, and screamed in her frustration when the seams nearly ripped. She stood up and in a jerky movement begun kicking the side of her bed. Only when her frustration was fully spent did she calmly return to her former occupation. She took her time of putting the sleeves on and when it was done, she then adjusted the large black razor sunglasses. The look of concentration on her face was understandable. The glasses kept slipping, having no real 'hook hold' on its new wearer. When the shades were secured, Usagi stood up and hand on hips addressed her company.

"So, you must have thought that was funny, don't ya?"

She was met with silence. Unbelievable.

"You must have thought it was hilarious the way I spluttered my way out of that lake, don't you?"

Still silence.

Usagi walked around her mute 'friend' and wrung her hands at the same time. "That was the most despicable thing you could have ever done to me." Her finger pointed to 'him' and her scowl became positively dark. "I'll have you know, you moron, that I was having the best dream any fourteen years old could ever had!"

She stopped from her pacing and brushed a lone tear. Her eyes lost the fire and were replaced with the tenderest light. "I was in some castle and the earth was all big and luminous on the sky. I was wearing the most exquisite white gown and I had pearls on my hair, and I was a princess. I was waiting for someone and then you came along. You were in this black armour like some dark knight…maybe even a prince. You reached for me as I was on the balcony." Usagi sighed as she relived the dream.

"You were bending down and I closed my eyes. I just knew there was going to be a kiss…" Her eyes snapped open and unholy glint dominated the cerulean color. "Then before I knew it I was drowning! Did you hear that, you no good excuse for a Baka! DROWNING!"

She made a head dive toward her enemy and proceeded with gusto to administer all the fantasy that had clustered to her fertile mind the moment she realized who had thrown her over the lake.

The poor stuffed rabbit didn't have a chance. 'His' cool black shades were thrown halfway across the room as Usagi expertly swung him to the air and body slammed him. His olive green sweater that used to belong to a six years old Shingo was almost ripped to shreds as Usagi manacled his neck and started chocking his stuffed airway.

"Couldn't you have allowed me that kiss first before dunking me to my watery grave, Baka-buta?!?" Usagi howled. "Even in my dreams you always go and ruin my fantasies. Your timing is just—I mean, what the heck do you do, anyway? Do you have some personal astronomer that tells you the exact time and place when to pop in and ruin the moment for me?"

Her eyes turned to narrow slits. "That's it, right? You have some demonic entity that does your dirty work for you and you just go and take credit." Her voice became laced with anger. "I just knew you were too perfect for your own good. My Sunday school teacher always said the devil comes in the most beautiful form."

Usagi threw 'the devil' clear across the room and begun pacing again. "Dang, now I have to plan how to catch your minions. There must be someone there helping you out." Her stern expression became crafty. "They better run away and leave you with a resignation letter," she begun twiddling her fingers in the cutest fashion, "Coz when I'm through with them, they'll be so minced meat, you won't even get a chance for a warning."

Her small form ran past to her door and off to the stairs. The front door slammed shut.

Only to be opened again a second later, the sound of her footsteps coming up the stairs. She stood in front of her bedroom door before she huffed and entered it. With a quick movement, she made her way to the dilapidated stuffed rabbit and gave it a pat on its furry head before she kissed its nose. "There, there, I still love you, demon or not," Usagi whispered.

She moved to her bed and placed the poor toy on top of the pink comforter. Before she left, Usagi gave it another kiss.

And Mamoru, sitting and looking out of his balcony, would have been incensed with the knowledge that not only should he be jealous of a tree who was the recipient of Usagi's hugs, but that he had competition in the form of a cotton stuffed pink rabbit with a small tag in its long ears, proclaiming to anyone who bothered to read; 'Hi, I'm Mamo-chan…And I belong to my Usako…'

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