Author's Note: So I've been getting a nice error trying to upload this chapter since last night. However, the people at ffdotnetrants at LJ came up with a nifty solution so I'm back!
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86. Tackle
287 Words
Mamoru watched the clouds as he walked down the sidewalk one afternoon. His classes were canceled, he ran into Odango this morning, and work was fantastic. He would say he was having the best day ever. He carefully guided himself around the crowds of people. Here he was, Mamoru Chiba having no regrets about his day. Things could only get better at the arcade, right?
"Hentai!" She screeched at the top of her lungs, throwing her shoe at him. Mamoru dodged the flying footwear. This wasn't exactly the ending he had in mind. "For your information, buster, Sailor Moon would never be in love with a guy who snickers about seeing up her skirt! Further more, she is too elegant, fine, graceful, and um, amazing! Yeah amazing! To be with a self-center pompous jerk like you!"
"A plus usage on the vocabulary Usagi-chan." Motoki noted watching the battle between his friends. Usagi stuck out her tongue at Mamoru.
"You know how to ruin a perfectly good day." Mamoru grumbled."You'd be surprised how in love with me Sailor Moon really is." He added, as an insult to injury.
"That's it! You're going down buddy." Before Motoki could stop her, Usagi was rushing across the arcade tackling and pinning Mamoru to the ground. She half-sat on top of him, his legs locked in between hers, pinning his arms to the ground. Mamoru snickered as she growled at him.
"You sure know how to make a perfect day better." Mamoru whispered in her ear. Usagi felt her heart melt and her cheeks grow red. Before she could say anything else, Mamoru slipped out of her grip of death and slid out of the door.
"Hentai!"
