Utilize

A/N: I'm late! And feel kinda like the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland...I'm probably going to end up updating this to catch up with this week's word on like Wednesday...

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I cannot tell people how much people are useless. Or how much they irritate me. Sure, I am one of those people who have yet to manage to find something useful to do with life. But at least I know what I do not want to do. And to say the least-there is a long list.

I have failed miserably at: cooking, teaching, waitressing, and cleaning. To say the least. Those are just at the top of the list. But everybody else's opinions be damned. I shall find my calling at the time it decides to reveal itself to me.

Regardless of how much of a shy bitch my calling seems to be-I will succeed.

Despite Mamoru-baka's attempts to make me feel bad at being bad at everything.

I am Sailor Moon, for Kami's sake! And without me there would not be a Juuban. Maybe. All I know is that even if I was not there for the other senshi, they would fail. I am the only one with the power. And even though they may hate that fact, they have to deal with it.

But at least, for the time being-I can use my adolescence as an advantage. Enjoy life. And that is the reason I frequent the Crown Arcade.

. . .

As I walk through the sliding glass doors, I smile to myself. The girls have a meeting they want me to attend at the Shrine. But my better judgement has allowed me to be here instead of there. The last thing I want is for them to bad on why I am such a terrible leader and how I should stop crying so damn much.

To hell with them.

A mop of familiar ebony hair catches my eye and my grin broadens. Mamoru. "What's up, baka?"

He turns around from the counter to face me. "Nothing-but don't you have class or somewhere to be with your friends?" He arches his brow. "They aren't here. Haven't been for at least a week."

"What's it to you?" I challenge, sitting down in the empty stool next to him. "Just because we're friends does not mean they are the only people I want to hang around!"

He looks at me and nods slowly. "Then who do you want to hang out with if they are not here?"

Damn. That is a fantastic question. I cannot say I like his presence. No, Mamoru has an already big enough head. "I-I can utilize my free time however I please!" I turn away and lie my face into my arms. There is no way on this green earth I will allow him to see me blush. Nope. No way. Not happening.

"How about you utilize your time by staying with me?" A whisper is said into my ear. Mamoru. I know that voice anywhere. Despite how much I claim to hate him-he is one of the most prominent people in my life. Well, beside Tuxedo Kamen.

My head whips up and I face Mamoru, who is smirking at my response. "W-what?" I manage to croak out nervously. He cannot be serious!

"Spend your day with me. 'Utilize' your time somewhere other than an arcade with a milkshake." His voice drops deviously and my pulse quickens. "Unless you're afraid, Odango?"

No way! I am not afraid of spending time with Mamoru-he is pretty attractive. Again, not that I would ever say that to his face. But seriously. he is giving me the opportunity of a lifetime. I did say I wanted to be a free person. Here is my chance. "I'm not afraid," I scoff. "What's the first thing you want to do with me?"

"Kiss you."

Wait, What?

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A/N: So I know how much the bunch of you hate cliffies. Sooooo-here!

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