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A/N: Well welcome to my shortest drabble ever! I'm truly sorry if you were expecting a long chapter but you see I'm experiencing what we writers call "writer's block" so this chapter was unfortunately a fatal in that. I decided to just write a fun little goofy chapter and I hope you guys can see past it's flaws and still enjoy the sweetness! Well enjoy and I promise my next chapter will be worthy!

Caramel Apple

"Sooooo….you made these?"

She smiled brightly, "Yup, all by myself!"

Motoki eyed the treats with a nervous look, sweat forming on his brow. They looked normal and well made but so did those rice balls from a few weeks ago. He didn't leave his toilet for days after that.

"My mom kept insisting on helping me but I just said that I got it! Can you believe she doubted me," Usagi snorted as she balled up the foil she had used for the tray.

Motoki felt his voice grow weak, eyes still fixated on the tray, "Yea, I can't b-believe it."

"Wellll Motoki," Usagi wiggled her eyebrows, "Aren't you going to try one? I know you want to."

'No I don't want to,' he thought. Breaking into a weak smile, he shakily picked up one of the dishes. 'I mean let's be positive….at least I won't be able to take that physics test on Thursday. The hospital stay will be worth something.'

The small brown substance (that Usagi named "Caramel Apple Surprise") was served in a pie tin, the curst a light brown while the filling was a dark brown with caramel drizzled on the top. Apparently, his blonde friend had baked a caramel apple pie, a new creation invented by her. The filling had cinnamon and slices of Granny Smith apples, "giving it a crunchy and delicious flavor", apparently. He looked to see Usagi already flashing him a new fork, readying him to eat her homemade treat.

'What the heck, I've lived a full life!' Motoki stabbed through the middle of the pie, scrapping out a slice of apple and cinnamon. It looked fine, eatable, and actually delicious so maybe just maybe….

"Odango, Motoki, how are you guys?"

"MAMORU-SAN! IT'S SO NICE TO SEE YA BUD! I'LL GET YOUR COFFEE RIGHT NOW!" In a blur, the arcade worker threw down his fork and tin dish, running for his life to the back, leaving a stunned Mamoru and Usagi at the counter.

"Okayyy," Mamoru replied suspiciously, eyebrow arched as he sat down on the stool. "I don't even want to know."

"Hey Mamoru-sannnnnn," Usagi's sweet voice filled the air and his ears but he knew this tone and grew tense in his seat, "Would you like to try my Caramel Apple homemade pie surprise?"

The words "my" and "homemade" caused his appetite to completely disappear and made Motoki's frenzied rush a lot more understanding. His palms got sweaty and his eye twitched as he nervously smiled at the blonde next to him, "Y-you made them?"

She frowned at his question. "How come everyone keeps asking me if I made them?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing…..," he trailed off, eyeing the dishes, "Just a q-question."

"Well, yes," she confirmed with a proud smile, "I did make them myself."

'Yea I was afraid of that…' "Wow, Odango. You learned how to cook food," he kept his twitching eyes on the 'homemade' treats, "It's a miracle."

"Oh I know I always had it in me!" In a matter of seconds, the blonde leaned in closer to him, her eyes expanding to the size of basketballs. "Please try them."

"Usagi I-"

"Come on! I used such good ingredients like caramel, apple, cinnamon, and see the whipped cream cloud I dashed on the top!"

Mamoru's eyes expanded at her words, "Wait Usagi I can't eat-"

"Please Mamoru….no one has wanted to try them all day…...I hoped that maybe you would want to but….just please try them."

He knew he wouldn't last.

When her big blue eyes made that "please do what I ask or I'll be depressed for the entire day" look, he couldn't turn away. It was such a beautiful and innocent feeling to be looked at in that way. Her eyes glassy with the potential tears, her voice crack, the spark of sadness eating away at her, it was certainly a face one could not get over...

And every time that look was presented, he always found himself doing what she asked. It was like his own thoughts shut down and he only acted on her request. The teen would even forget saying yes to her.

Like right now.

Mamoru, before he even knew it, was looking at a fork full of the pie that Usagi had poised at his mouth. "Open up Mamoru-san….be a good little baka and try my delicious caramel apple pieeeee," she cooed in a baby voice.

That look….he couldn't look away…...he had…..to…..be….strong…

"Toki-chan! Come out and feast your eyes on Mamoru-san enjoying my cooking!"

Mamoru chewed with reluctance but kept a half smile on his face, in fear of Usagi seeing his discomfort. It wasn't until she had turned back to him and the hugest smile exploded on her lips that he really smiled too.

For once, he caused her smile, not her frown.

The whole time even after, as she rambled on and on about her hard work, and the long ordeal of making the darn things, Mamoru couldn't keep the goofy grin off his face. 'I did that. I made her happy like that!'

"Hey Mamoru?"

The dark-haired man tore his eyes away from the sight of Usagi's backside walking down the street, apparently she had to 'totally get home before her mom blew a gasket!' "Yea Motoki?"

The dirty blonde arcade worker arched an eyebrow and his green eyes grew concerned, "There was cinnamon on those pies that Usagi made, right?"

Mamoru sighed dreamily as his hands fidgeted with a sugar packet, the replay of Usagi's dazzling smile in his mind, "Yea. Yea there was."

Motoki's eyes doubled in size. "Mamoru, doesn't cinnamon give you like serious digestive problems?!"

The high school student's eyebrows furrowed at this, "Yea, yea it does actually. Funny…"

A incredulous face was all Motoki could give his loopy best friend, "Mamoru…...are you okay?! You look drugged or drunk even!"

'I am drunk. I'm drunk on Usagi Tsukino. It's one heck of a drug….' "Oh yea I'm fine Motoki-san. Can you just call 911?"

"What! Why?!"

"Well, it's ummm"- a low grumble was heard from his stomach - "getting a little hard to breath…"

Ackkkk, not my best but see this chapter as more filler than anything else...trust me you'll look back at these sweet little chapters and feel more appreciative of these little moments because soon I'll be getting into the meat and potatoes of the first season storyline…..and it ain't pretty. Got it all planned out, it's just going to take a while. Well leave a REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT! Until next time my friends….