A/N : Another OSPRFBR series…lunaeve, I wasn't sure this was what you had in mind…But I hope you like it all the same…Hugs!
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Mamo-chan's Great Escape
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"That stupid, gaki! How dare she use my old jacket to dress up this stupid toy," said the culprit as the shirt was yanked off.
'Mamo-chan' suffered silently as it was being undressed his olive sweater. Soon he was wrapped into a large white canvas and was toted for quite sometime and was placed in the hands of another accomplish.
"I want to see," said this new voice.
There was a pause and then, "Go ahead. Is my new video console here yet?"
"Yeah, yeah. Here," replied the other. "Now shoo! Your sister is about to come in and she might get suspicious if she sees you."
The 'other' tried his best to keep his laughter from bubbling out and causing his customers to cast him a look as Tsukino Shingo tip toed in a very suspicious manner away from the arcade, happily holding on to the latest X-Box console. Calling out to his sister, Motoki hastily back pedalled towards the utility closet, way out to the back and took a peek at the precious bundle.
"My, my," said Motoki, "What have we here?"
His hands took note of an army tag sewed at the rabbit's right ear. "Mamo-chan, huh?" his pure laughter rang out and he had to hiccupped a full minute before continuing. "Now…What sort of best friend would I be if I make no effort to make Mamoru's love story," Motoki's hands went searching inside a drawer, "as interesting as humanly possible?"
He triumphantly found a scissor and started to carefully snip off the tag. "You won't be needing this anymore, Mamo-chan." He soothed his silent companion.
It sometime scared Motoki how his mind works…
His job done, he pocketed the incriminating tag inside his apron and wrapped the now nameless rabbit and stuffed it inside the utility closet. Motoki had finally reached a very lucrative position in the drama of the Odango and the Baka. Of late, people had begun taking interest of the 'Arcade Soap Opera'.
It was Unazuki, Motoki's little sister, who slyly suggested they held an entrance fee every three in the afternoon so that the arcade could cash in on the people's growing curiosity. Not Motoki's fault they actually started paying up…
But at the rate that Mamoru and Usagi were cementing their 'friendship', Motoki might not be able to buy the engagement ring he was eyeing for the past weeks now. At least this way, he could still stretch his new business for a few more days, even weeks.
"Besides," murmured the young man, "Mamoru will probably laugh and see the humor in the situation when I do give back Mamo-chan's name tag…" He frowned and gulped. "I hope…"
No sooner said when the handsome visage of Chiba Mamoru came panting into the Arcade. There was a manic look in his eyes and a manic grin on his lips. And a look of sheer determination on every fibre of his being.
"Is it here yet?" ask Mamoru.
'Jeez, but he looks ready to kill.' Motoki frowned deeper. "Baka, be gentle on the poor creature, okay?"
The upper classman waved his hands in the air in a gesture of shushing and said, "Is it here?"
"Yeah," Motoki gestured at the back, "In the closet." 'God help you, you poor defenceless rabbit…' Motoki called silently out to the creature huddled in a white canvas.
Mamoru wasted no time and ran towards his hard earned price. The latest game console was a prized possession but the young man felt that better his sanity than some video game butt whooping. It was starting to drive him nuts that Usagi was actually kissing a stuffed rabbit, when the little twit should be puckering up for him. 'Girls!' he swore silently. 'Sometimes, I just don't understand them.'
He ran to get it and then skipped to his motorcycle with the large bundle in his arms. Once strapped securely, Mamoru took off to his apartment, the canvas slipping and thus giving the rabbit an interesting blur of the city as they whizzed by.
He was herded into an elevator, and then through a carpeted hallway and finally to a Spartan living room, and lastly, an all black bedroom. With calm hands, the pink rabbit was placed on the satin sheets and stared at with pure venom.
Mamoru stood up and with aplomb addressed his competition. "Soooo-o-o, you are the conniving rabbit that has been stealing my kisses…" An accusing finger was held towards the cuddly face of our hero.
What happens next was anyone's guess.
Poor Mamo-chan…
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A/N : okay, I'm sorry, but I think this is a funny instalment… LOL. Motoki is a conniving bastard, don't you agree? Tee hee…