Usagi and Mamoru

Signs of Affection

100 Drabbles

Twenty-five – Caramel Apple

Words – 434

Mamoru wandered aimlessly amongst the festival booths in a minor funk. He had not wanted to come to this silly social event. He would have rather stayed at home and studied for his Advanced MicroBiology exam on Wednesday. Motoki had begged, pleaded and cajoled for three days but Mamoru had refused. Motoki had given him puppy-dog eyes and Mamoru had wavered. Then Motoki had casually mentioned that a certain blond would most likely be attending and Mamoru discovered that he knew more about Advanced MicroBiology than he had previously thought.

But he had not seen hide nor blond hair of Usagi and Motoki had ditched him in favor of wandering the booths with Reika, little hearts floating around where his pupils should have been. Mamoru muttered to himself causing passers-by to give him a rather wider berth than was really necessary. He should just go home, the whole thing was stupid anyway. Why had he come again?

A piercing shriek cut through the night followed by an ear-splitting wail. Oh yeah, that was why.

Mamoru set off at a dash towards the origin of the noise. Either Usagi was dying or he'd have some great new fodder for teasing her. Considering the source it was most likely the latter.

Mamoru was not mistaken. When he finally came into sight of her she was sitting in the dirt-strewn street, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers who appeared as if they were considering whether or not they should call the paramedics, wailing with... three odangos?

Upon closer inspection Mamoru discovered that someone had accidentally dropped their caramel apple onto Usagi's head as she tried to catch a goldfish. The gooey goody was glued firmly between her two hair buns, stick pointing straight up to the sky.

Much as Mamoru would have liked to ridicule the ludicrous sight he was entirely incapable; doubled over with laughter.

Usagi immediatly ceased her catterwauling when she became aware of her newest audience member. Her face, previously red, darkened an ominous purple. She hopped to her feet and stalked towards her mocker. Hundreds of visions of revenge swarmed before her eyes, all rejected as going too easy on the infuriating man.

Mamoru noticed her approach just in time and, seeing the wicked gleam in her eyes, thought fast. It was simple, really, to appease the beast. Ten minutes later found Usagi and Mamoru wandering amongst the festival stalls. Usagi was chewing on the caramel apple Mamoru had bought her and another remained adhered to her hair, completely forgotten.

AN-

Ok... so I lied. I got bored at work and this kind of popped out. P