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Title: Cure for the Common Cold

By: Scarlet

Rated: PG

Themes from 100themes: #19 Rest one's head on a person's lap and # 97 The common cold.

Theme from usakomamoru: #89 A comfortable Disclaimers Apply

Notes: It has been a while, so I'm feeling a bit rusty at this. Some more of my favorite thing to do…multi-themes

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"Wow! What the hell happened to you!" The only reply Usagi received was a weak mumble and a sudden sneeze. "Are you sick?" she asked taking the seat beside the suffering young man.

"What gave you that idea? Is it the coughing and sneezing? Perhaps it's the bags underneath my eyes in addition to my runny nose. Tell me which gave you a clue of my illness?" Mamoru's mean words were softened by the fact that he gave another sneeze.

Taking off her scarf and unzipping her thick jacket Usagi took in the pathetic sight. The usually perfectly composed Chiba Mamoru looked like a wreak with his red nose, hacking cough and feverish face. "I didn't think you could get any grumpier, guess I was wrong."

"I feel awful. I can't help it." He said setting his head down on the table.

"If you're that sick then why are you sitting here instead of resting in bed?" Before Mamoru could reply he was suddenly seized by a violent coughing fit. Out of concern Usagi moved in closed to pat his back in an attempt to help.

After a short while the coughing finally eased up. Usagi continued to stroke the top of his head as Mamoru slowly got his breath back. "Poor baby."

Not being used to the term directed at him Mamoru instinctively wanted to pull away and reply with a scathing resort. Lifting his head he saw her face so close to his own and her eyes filled with real concern, the insults died on his tongue. "I'm an idiot" he said more to himself.

"Well I'm not going to argue with that." Seeing that he was feeling better Usagi moved away and sat back down. "But seriously you aren't going to get better here you should really go home."

"Give it up Usagi I've been telling him that for the past hour and he hasn't moved an inch." Motoki said making his way towards them with a large mug. Setting it in front of Mamoru the blond ordered his friend to drink it.

Mamoru in turn eyed the mug warily and pushed it back towards Motoki. "That isn't the coffee I ordered."

"I don't care what you ordered the tea will make you feel better." Motoki replied patiently as Mamoru continued to stare at the mug as if it was filled with poison.

Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle Mamoru took a small sip of the steaming liquid. "Oh wow… I do feel so much better. Now can I have some coffee?"

Giving an exasperated sigh Motoki took his friend by the collar and said in a stern voice. "You are going to finish this tea, every single drop of it. Then after the cup is empty I'm going to call you a cab and you are going to go home and stay in bed until you stop coughing up a lung. So when I get back that tea better be gone." And with that he walked off to serve the other customers.

"I guess I'm not the only one who is feeling especially grumpy today. But at least I have a reason." Mamoru said stubbornly taking small sips of his tea.

Usagi was amused at the sudden personality changes. "He's just worried about you, which he has the right to be. You should be home right now."

"I think you guys have a point. I'm feeling really dizzy right now…" then without warning Mamoru fainted landing solidly against Usagi.

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Mamoru didn't know where he was but if it was up to him he would stay there forever. All he could remember was feeling awful as he stubbornly waited at his usual spot for his daily encounter with a certain blonde haired girl. Even his health took the back seat when Usagi was concerned.

He was a sad case he thought to himself. When she had finally arrived Mamoru didn't even have the strength to pick on her and he was such a pathetic sight that Usagi was actually too concerned to even put up a fight.

Mamoru smiled at the idea of Usagi actually worrying about him. He gave a sigh and decided if he was staying there forever he might as well know where he was.

And apparently he was much sicker then he thought he was since he was pretty sure that hallucinations were not a common symptom for a simple cold. Since hallucinating was the only thing that would explain why he was laying with his head on the lap of the girl he was obsessed with.

He watched as she slept on, her blonde head slightly bent towards his own. Mamoru knew that if he were to lift his head up a bit he would be able to fulfill one of his most cherished daydreams.

That is of course if it wasn't a hallucination, which he hadn't ruled out yet. Just as Mamoru decided that the only way to find out was to try it, Usagi's eyelids began to flutter halting Mamoru's movements.

After a few blinks Usagi realized that she was looking directly into a frightened pair of blue eyes. With a sleepy smile she patted his dark hair. "Good morning. That was a nice nap wasn't it?"

Looking up at her Mamoru was starting to think that perhaps this was reality. "Where are we?" his voice came out rough and scratchy.

Continuing to pat his head Usagi looked around the small room. "Well, when you fainted Motoki took you to the backroom of the arcade."

"I didn't faint. Fainting is for delicate ladies with blonde ringlets and hoop dresses." He insisted.

Usagi couldn't help but giggle at the picture that came into her mind. "You say you didn't faint but as a witness let me tell you, you went down like a wilting daisy." Mamoru closed his eyes to try to block out her giggling face, it would be worthless to try and argue about it.

"Oh right…I have a message from Motoki." And with that Usagi delivered a surprisingly hard smack to the side of his head. "You idiot! And Consider this your early birthday present."

Mamoru was rubbing the spot on his head as he looked into her thoughtful face. He had to remember to get Motoki a thank you card or something.

Usagi on the other hand was still pondering the meaning of the message. "I never thought you would be the type who was into getting hit."

"What?"

Usagi shrugged off his wide eyes and pale face. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. It'll be a secret between you, me and Motoki."

He suddenly felt the return of his throbbing headache; he was in no condition to be having this type of conversation.

Seeing him wince in pain Usagi started to pat his head again. "I'm sorry…I shouldn't be talking so much and you need to be resting. Don't worry Motoki gets off work soon and then he'll drive you home."

The feeling of her fingers running through his hair had a comforting affect on Mamoru. "Thank you for staying with me. I'm feeling better already."

Her face brightened instantly. "Really? You know it wasn't so bad for me anyway. This was the first time we were in each others presence and didn't end up fighting."

"We were both sleeping." Mamoru stated logically.

"Yeah, that's true. I guess it's a sign we should sleep with each other more often." Giggling at her own joke Usagi didn't notice that Mamoru had frozen in place. Finally looking down at her companion Usagi gasped in shock.

"Oh no! Your face is all red again. Is your fever getting worse?"

Mamoru couldn't even come up with a proper reply.

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Notes: Awww…I always pick on poor Mamoru. He's just so fun to tease like that though.