These ones are much more simplistic, and test out a new, more "drabble-like" style. Okay, so chances are that I'll never revert to this method, but please, please, please tell me what you think! This set is direly in need of feedback, since it's all so different, yeah?

:( My alpha, chewy, has gone AWOL. Chewy, stop being busy and having a life, and get your butt back here! XD

Oh, and don't forget to stop by and read MoonPrincessMagic's newest (song)fic, titled "Gomenasai." It's quite good, and I love that song!

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100 Themed Drabbles

Ala Verity

26. Telephone

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Drabble Number One (Word Count: 310)

His palms sweat. His face burned. His pulse sped up. His feelings overflowed. He looked into her stunning azure eyes and felt himself drowning in them.

"You know, I—Usagi…Usagi-chan, may I call you that?"

She made a small noise that he assumed to be consent. He nodded, wiping his moist palms against the sides of his pants.

"I've known it for the longest time, I swear I have. Only I've been a fool enough to keep it in until now, only I can't anymore, because—"

She began to interrupt, but he pushed forward hurriedly, in case he lost his nerve.

"—because I love you, Usagi-chan! I love you so much my heart could just explode!"

Silence. Her face betrayed no flicker of emotion, her steady gaze fixed on his.

He continued, gulping hard, "I know this seems like a big…big step from what both of us are used to. I mean, constant arguments and now…dating? I—I can understand if you don't see that in our future. But please, Usagi-chan…give me a chance?"

He waited with baited breath for her reply—and then a tinny old voice rang out from the other end,

"Gee, sonny, I'd be glad to, but if you want to get this Usagi girl, you sure as hell better stop calling me about it."

Click. The line went dead.

Mamoru stared blankly into space for a second as the telephone slipped out of his hands. Then he slowly got up from his bed and walked without another word, somnambulant, into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

In his room, the telephone receiver dangled limply from its spiraled cord next to the picture of a certain blond angel, who continued to smile serenely up at the world, as if she alone would continue listening to the hollow beeping of the unhooked telephone.

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Drabble Number Two(Word Count: 318)

"I can't believe you actually did this."

"What's not to believe?"

"This! This is ridiculous."

"If building us a private telephone line and winning the dare is the only way to keep you from calling me Mamoru-baka all the time, then of course I would do it."

"You're such a stalker, Mamoru-idiot."

"Calling me that is considered circumventing the conditions of the dare…Odango."

"I said I wouldn't call you Mamoru-baka, so it's not circumventing at all."

"I didn't know you knew what circumventing meant."

"I'm not stupid, you know!"

"Could've fooled me."

"ARGH!"

"…You sound angry. Are you angry, Odango?"

"No. You're mad, though. Absolutely mad for doing this."

"You're right."

"I am?"

"Yes. I'm madly in love with you."

"…Really?" Hope.

"Do you really think I would do something this insane and risk getting shot by your father if I wasn't, Usagi-chan?"

"…H-hold on."

There was a slight clattering on the other end of the telephone, followed by silence.

Suddenly, the front door of the Tsukino residence flew open, and out tumbled Usagi, panting heavily from her sprint down from her bedroom to the front steps. She hurtled full-pelt straight for Mamoru, who was standing underneath the large tree in her front yard. Without a word, she launched herself straight into his arms, knocking the Styrofoam cup he was holding out of his hand and onto the lawn.

"I'm madly in love with you, too," she whispered, hugging him fiercely.

And as Mamoru wrapped his arms around the beautiful, young girl, his bright eyes followed the thin cord trailing up to her bedroom that had only seconds earlier been the channel through which traveled his unexpected revelation.

Two Styrofoam cups and a wire. That was all it took for him to finally confess. He pulled Usagi's warm body closer against his, reveling in the feel of her soothing touch.

Now why hadn't he thought of this before?

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