~~~~~Cappuccino~~~~~
By Kas
E-mail: KasMiko@aol.com
F & M SMR: www.geocities.com/shenkosky/mypage.html
Genre: Romance with a touch of comedy. Fluff
Rating: G or PG
Season: SM
Part: B
Characters: Usagi & Mamoru
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
( All original Sailor Moon characters, Kiss the Cook stuffed
teddy bears, and The Natural Miracle Bra, belong to all their
respectful owners.)
Except for the story idea itself. That's mine.
Notes: You all should know by now that I have a new e-mail
address. ( KasMiko@aol.com ) Use it!
Warning:
It's late at night and I'm on my third 20oz mug of cappuccino. ( Hence the name. )
It's past my curfew and I have nowhere to go.
In short; I'm filled with caffeine and teenage Angst.
Be afraid. Be *very* afraid.
~~~~Cappuccino~~~~
By Kas
KasMiko@aol.com
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From across the park, some fifty feet away,
Moon could see both Mars and Venus watching the show in
fascination.
"Well Jupiter," she said. "It looks as though we're in for a
l-o-n-g night."
Jupiter merely nodded and leaned against the nearest tree as
pink Jell-O lady beat the tar out of Zoisite.
"Maybe she'll kill him…"
Moon nodded and considered dozing.
"It would save us the trouble."
"…And another thing you two timing *censored*…………Piece
of… ………*censored*…………I'll be sure to kick the ………
*censored*……… *censored*………out of your *censored*………"
Moon blinked a few times and ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Well…… That was……… colorful."
"Hmmm. I didn't see that last one coming."
"Nope. She's very creative."
"Yes. Very."
"Hey!"
Moon turned to see both Mars and Venus running up to them.
"Can you believe this?" Venus wanted to know.
"I mean, we're all safe and warm in our beds and they drag us
out with their bad vibes just for a lovers spat?
How inconsiderate is that?"
Moon rolled her stiff shoulders, and considered.
"You know guys, for as entertaining as this is, and it IS
entertaining." Moon made sure to higher her voice in order
to be heard over the cussing coming from a few feet away.
"It's getting kinda late, and I have another early day tomorrow…"
"Plus it's still a monster," added Mars.
"So we *should* burn it."
Moon nodded half heartily.
"Fine. Let's just get this over with."
As if on queue, Zoisite stood up… slouched really, and
in a move not unlike a coward, he screamed like a girl and
disappeared before their very eyes.
Thus leaving a very enraged pink Jell-O like lady.
She turned on them with obvious intent.
"Um, guys?"
"Hmmm?"
"Does anyone here actually know how to kill it?"
When no one answered, all four simultaneously turned to the
trees and called, "Mercury!"
There was nothing but silence for a few moments before an
"I'm working on it!" came back.
Moon turned back to pink Jell-O like lady and frowned.
"Guess we're just going to have to wing it."
Sluggishly, the senshi agreed.
Pink Jell-O like lady eyed them with a detached cruelty before
rearing back and throwing pink Jell-O like goo at them.
Moon got splattered with the pink substance and grimaced.
"Great, more funky smelling sticky stuff."
She made a move to simply wipe the dripping goo off her fuko
before she realized her mistake.
When bits of pink Jell-O like goo dripped onto her bare leg,
she gave a startled cry of pain.
The goo burned like acid!
"This stuff burns you guys. Don't let it touch bare skin."
When the monster reared back a second time the girls were a
bit more prepared.
Both Mars and Jupiter powered up their own attacks and let
loose in a rainbow of bright green and red.
Venus stepped forward and threw her chain as Moon readied her
tiara.
The monster dodged both Jupiter and Mars's attacks in a great
show of agility.
She then stood absolutely still as Venus's chain circled
around her.
Thinking they had her just where they wanted her, the girls
stepped closer until Moon noticed that the monster didn't look
the least bit distressed.
Halting them with a look, she waited as the monster smiled and
stepped right through the chain.
Venus gave a cry of outrage and tapped her foot against the
ground.
"How dare that pink tart do that!"
"Cool it Venus," advised Mars wisely.
"She's not nearly as helpless as she looks."
Pouting now, Venus agreed reluctantly and stood down.
Moon dashed to the bushes as the pink Jell-O like lady threw
another round of goo.
Her dash, however, was ill timed, for splatters of pink goo
stuck to her arm like putty.
Hollering in pain, she rubbed her arm against the grass in
hopes to get the burning acid off.
"Need some help?" Asked a mysterious voice from behind her.
Moon looked up and gasped as Tuxedo Kamen bent beside her.
Carefully, he took her arm in his gloved hands and wiped at
the substance with his cape, however, the goo wouldn't budge.
When the next round of pink goo came flying,
Tuxedo Kamen threw his cape around Sailor Moon to protect her
and himself.
She did her best to ignore the burning on her arm…
But GOD! It *really* hurt!
"Would someone kill it already?!"
Moons pain filled order was overlooked as Venus gave a screech
of shock.
"Must have got her too," Moon mumbled to no one in particular.
She hissed as her arm grazed the bush and cursed like a sailor.
Tuxedo Mask wisely overlooked her sudden outburst and instead
bent to help her up.
Sailor Moon concentrated on the pain in her arm, perhaps if
she concentrated hard enough, it would cancel out the quick
knee-jerk reaction to him.
The very last thing she needed now was to have all these
romantic feelings for her savior.
God, could she pick 'em or what?
The cool remote collage student or the pleasantly aloof
superhero.
Why not just give her an arranged marriage to someone who
lived in America, for Peat's sake!
She'd see him more often.
Feeling downright ticked at the whole world, Moon decided to
take it out in a constructive manner.
And what, I ask, is more constructive then ridding the world
of one more Jell-O like goo lady?
At the moment, Moon couldn't think of a thing.
Sliding into her attack stance as easily as some slid into bed
at night, she locked eyes with the monster.
Pink Jell-O like lady's eyes were pinkly detached as the
readied another bout of goo.
"Oh, no you don't." And with that Moon lifted her hand to her
tiara, said the magic words, and let it rip.
The tiara hit the very heart of the Jell-O like lady, making
her give a piercing screech.
For a moment the monster merely looked at them, just looked.
Then, and without warning, she threw back her head and
disintegrated.
Moon stood there a moment, tired and longing for a hot bath.
When tuxedo Kamen made his move to leave, Sailor Moon stopped
him.
"Don't bother!" She called.
"For once, I want to be the one to walk away first."
And with that, she did.
Turning on her heel she left in the direction of home,
disappearing behind tress and into the shadows.
The girls and Tuxy stood there a moment wondering what to do
next when a harassed looking Mercury jumped form the trees.
"I've got it!" She announced proudly, waving her mini computer
around.
Suddenly she stopped and looked about the park in curiosity.
"Hey! Where's the monster?"
Usagi climbed under the soft covers of her bed and wished
herself a million forms of oblivion.
Her life couldn't have been much more confusing if God himself
stepped through her bedroom window.
Usagi closed her eyes and hoped the headache that drummed in
the back of her head would pass quickly.
She needed to get up for school tomorrow and that wasn't
looking promising.
Her arm was throbbing, her head was pounding, and her heart
was aching.
Why not just jump off a cliff and let the masses rejoice?
She was tired in mind, body, and spirit.
Mamoru… The name alone was like a whisper on the wind, soft
and fleeting.
God, it hurt. It actually HURT!
She was terrified of seeing him, of showing her face and
having it laughed at, such was the mans style.
But this, this insistent need for him was killing her slowly.
She MISSED MAMORU!
Missed his smile, that quirky smile he only bestowed upon her.
Missed the way he'd tease her relentlessly and annoy constantly.
She missed his outrageous ego and adorable charm.
She just missed *him*.
Usagi frowned as visions of Tuxedo Kamen filtered through her
foggy brain.
He was another problem, Usagi realized sluggishly.
She may love Mamoru, but Tuxedo Kamen had a way of making her
heat trip.
What was a girl to do?
When the images of Tuxedo Kamen and Chiba Mamoru blurred,
then molded to make one man, Usagi shot strait up in bed.
"Oh. My. God……"
Usagi impatiently tapped her foot against the carpeted floor.
Where was he?
She rapped her fist against the door for the third time and
cursed.
It was seven in the morning, who the heck left the house
before seven in the morning?
Usagi banged on the door a few more times.
It seemed as though with each rap of the door her heart sunk
a little more.
"Damn." She rolled her stiff shoulders and hung her head.
Where could he be?!
She stomped away from Mamoru's apartment door looking far
from defeated.
She had to be mistaken.
Mamoru wasn't, in anyway shape or form, Tuxedo Kamen.
It was preposterous to even consider the possibility for
anything over the sane limit of two seconds.
Mamoru was…… Mamoru………
There was *no* way he was Tuxedo Kamen. Just no way.
Usagi stormed up to the elevator and punched at the buttons
impatiently.
Okay, so maybe they looked alike.
Maybe she even had a similar reaction to the both of them,
but that hardly meant that, that… Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen…
Usagi glared at the elevator doors with contempt.
Open darn you! I don't have all day!
Impatiently she hopped from foot to foot.
If she could just find him and work this all out……
"Usagi?" Her thoughts were immediately cutoff as the elevator
doors opened to reveal the one and only Chiba Mamoru.
"Err…" What had she come here for again?
"M… Mamoru-kun…"
He looked, wild. A little rumpled and… Whoa!
When did Mamoru-san start making her go weak in the knees?
Wasn't that Tuxedo Kamen's department?
Mamoru smiled at her. Actually smiled!
"I, uh… wasn't expecting to see you here…"
Usagi nodded dumbly before giving herself a hard shove in the
right direction.
"Err, I yeah. I wouldn't have either."
Mamoru grinned and managed to look absolutely stunning in
that God awful green blazer of his.
"I'm actually pretty glad you stopped by though."
He continued in that ever so neutral tone of his.
"Oh." Why was she so nervous all of the sudden?
This was Mamoru for Peat's sake. M-a-m-o-r-u…
"Yeah. Could we talk?"
Quick! Say no! What were you thinking coming here?
Good God girl! You kissed the man less then a week ago and you
show up on his doorstep?
Err, elevator doorstep… Well, it's still a doorstep!
Mamoru was currently stepping out of said elevator and edging
her towards his apartment door.
"Uh.. You know! I , erm.. I was just at this cute little
cappuccino serving cafe.
We could talk there?"
And I could run far, far away the moment you turn your back………
Mamoru lifted one perfectly elegant brow and motioned to his
apartment door.
"I have a cappuccino maker if you're in the mood for it."
Usagi giggled nervously, a reflex she'd never quite outgrown.
"Nah, I already had two. I'm good."
Mamoru nodded dumbly.
"You look grounded." He pointed out conversationally.
"No bouncing off the walls and whatnot."
God! I'm in love with a man that uses words like… Whatnot…
It was………cute!
"Yeah, I hold my caffeine fairly well."
"Always a good trait."
Mamoru unlocked his front door and motioned for Usagi to enter.
Feeling trapped, she did so carefully.
He had a nice apartment, she thought offhandedly.
It was large and well organized if sparsely furnished.
The theme was simply blue and green.
Not light pansy colors but deep rich ones that sang a man
lived here.
Mamoru walked in and went strait to the kitchen, leaving her
to dawdle about.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you these past few days,"
he called to her from the kitchen.
Glancing from said kitchen door to the door that would lead
to freedom, she made herself relax.
He wouldn't bite… Err, at least she didn't think he'd bite.
Usagi frowned a little. Who was she trying to kid?
Mamoru would bite and bite hard, that's why she respected him
as well as loathed him, loved him. Damn it!
Why couldn't she just stick to one emotion at a time?
If it was going to be fear, then so be it.
If it was going to be lust or love, then so be it.
Why make it everything else as well?
Why did she always have to feel as though half the puzzle was
missing with him?
And why did she suddenly feel she'd just found that other half?
When Mamoru strolled out of the kitchen she felt her heart
stop, then kick back up.
How did he do that? How did he manage to turn her on and freak
her out at the same time?
Carrying in two coffee mugs, he handed her one and sat down on
the couch.
"So, where you been hiding?"
He asked it so easily that she almost told him.
"Hiding?"
Mamoru nodded, obviously he'd already guessed she'd deny it.
"Yeah, you know. Hiding."
She made a sound in her throat.
Something akin to laughter, and sipped her drink.
For a moment she was startled when a cool, punchy liquid
landed on her tongue.
"Ice tea." He informed her.
Then, as an after thought, added "decaffeinated."
She nodded and sipped again.
Caffeine probably wouldn't have helped much anyway.
"I wasn't hiding. Just been busy." Her tart reply had his lips
curving upward.
"R-i-g-h-t. Busy…"
His own reply had her easing into a chair.
At least he was teasing her.
Albeit, it was more friendly and a little flirtatious,
but teasing non the less.
"Well, I have places to go, too. People to see."
"Of course you have.
It was just a coincidence that all this pressing
business came up right after you kissed me."
Usagi turned as red as Rei's beloved cranberry sweater.
"Are you going to tell me you didn't kiss me?"
His simple question had her slouching in her seat and wondering
why the hell she was here in the first place.
Suddenly, when he leaned forward and looked intriguingly
dangerous, she remembered *exactly* why she'd come.
"I won't deny it. I did kiss you."
Her hot retort was far from what either of them had expected.
She didn't look aloof or at all uncomfortable, Mamoru thought.
She looked a bit annoyed and entirely too lax with her current
position.
"Well at least we see eye to eye on that."
Usagi smiled. Something akin to feline, and leaned forward.
"Oh I'm pretty sure we're on the same level here."
Where had this come from? She wondered idly.
This aggressive side of her.
She felt intriguingly womanly in a wondrous sort of way.
And God, help her if he wasn't doing it unknowingly.
He was simply sizzling with vibes.
It was enough to make the hair on the back of your neck stand
on end.
At the very least, it was enough to get some kind of response
from her.
When he merely leaned back in his seat, she scooted up.
"I think you're right.
I was hiding, however, I'm done now."
Mamoru sneered, a look she thoroughly adored.
"Oh really?" He was thrown, she realized now.
He'd been expecting the upper hand.
He hadn't been thinking that she'd be the one giving orders.
Suddenly, she realized that nothing else mattered.
Whether she was wrong about Tuxedo Kamen or right, she felt
something much stronger then simple lust for the man before
her.
She wanted Mamoru for more then one reason and it was high
time she started listening to her heart.
"Mamoru?" She asked suddenly.
"Hmmm?"
"I was wondering. What did you think of it?"
"It?"
"The kiss. Did you like it?" Her question had him choking on
his own ice tea.
Usagi beamed, immensely pleased with his reaction.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
"God. What happened to you?" he wanted to know.
She grinned at him.
"I think I just realized how dumb we both are, and now I'm
having some fun at it."
Mamoru nodded dumbly.
"Is there anything else you want to ask me."
She considered a moment. "Yeah, it can wait though.
I really want to stick to this topic for a little bit."
Mamoru bit his lower lip and scooted a bit closer to the edge
of the couch.
"Me too." "Good!"
She jumped up from her seat and began to pace.
"We're idiots." She pointed out wisely, causing Mamoru to
frown and give a grunt of protest.
"We're idiots because we both tend to overlook the very
things staring us strait in the face."
Any protest he might have had died on his lips, she had him
there.
"Both of us have completely overlooked each other for
everything but harassment."
Mamoru felt his lips twitch and did his best to stop it.
"You have a point."
Suddenly she whirled on him, coming nose to nose before
stopping.
"Tell me you don't feel it. Tell me this isn't making you just
a little dizzy."
The fact that her lips were a breath away had his head
going numb.
Thus preventing any intelligent chatter from escaping his lips.
"Tell me you aren't wondering. Wanting."
Mamoru met her eyes, blue to blue.
"I'm not denying anything."
He stood then, unfolding his lanky body from the couch.
"I'm not denying it because that would make me a coward and a
liar.
What about you?"
She snorted. "I'm anything but a coward, or a lair."
Mamoru sneered, obviously pleased with her answer.
"Well, that makes this easier then."
And with that he grabbed her up and caught her lips in a
searing kiss.
For the second time in her life, Usagi was caught in
Mamoru's arms.
And for the second time in her life, she was loving every
moment of it.
Like a wanton she wrapped her arms around waist and held on.
She may have had the control over the kiss the last time,
but Mamoru had taken it this time 'round.
He swept her up in the kiss.
Hard and unyielding it swallowed her whole.
Dark, tantalizing tastes assaulted the senses and fogged the
brain.
It was amazing! His mouth was like a treasure trove of dark
delight.
His own desires were made pleasantly clear as he plundered her
mouth and pulled her closer.
Usagi gave a cry of pain when his hands grabbed at her arms.
Rearing back as though she'd slapped him, he released her.
"What happened?"
Usagi gasped, still trying to catch her breath.
"Nothing, just a sore spot."
Mamoru focused on the arm she was unconsciously favoring.
Frowning he yanked her back into his arms and, ignoring her
cry of protest, unbuttoned the sleeve and pulled it up her arm.
He hissed and pulled her into the kitchen.
"How the hell did you do that?!" He wanted to know.
Mamoru was suddenly *very* angry.
"How come you don't have any bandages on it?
Why are you walking around with a first-degree burn untreated?"
Even if Usagi would have answered him she wasn't given the chance.
He picked her up and set her on the counter like a small child.
"What's wrong with you're parents?"
He was still going on as he reached under the kitchen-sink and
pulled out a first aid kit.
"Don't they know you can't walk around with that!"
Usagi went to comment but he silenced her with one look.
"It's not right," he continued.
"You should have been to the doctor."
He looked… worried.
This realization was startling and sweet.
"I'm fine. It really isn't as bad as it could have been."
Mamoru studded her arm a bit longer.
"Funny, it looks like some kind of acid did it."
Usagi frowned as he began to moisten a cloth with alcohol.
"Did you have an accident in chemistry class?"
He was slowly connecting the parts, she knew.
"Nope.
They banned me from chemistry class some odd months ago."
"Ami then, she have something to do with it?"
Usagi shook her head. "Nice guess, but no."
Mamoru gently rubbed the cloth over the burn, causing her to
yelp in pain.
"Sorry," he mumbled before blowing on the wound and taking
the sting out considerably.
"What then?" When he looked up to meet her eyes, he really
looked.
He studied her so intently that she squirmed under the
scrutiny.
"I know, it takes awhile to get used to it."
Her comment had his eyes widening slightly.
"Like I said," she continued.
"We tend to over look the one thing staring us right in the
face.
Isn't that right Tux?"
Mamoru dropped the cloth to the counter and began to pace.
"Are you telling me… What are you telling me?"
Usagi rolled her eyes skyward.
"I'm a really that bad of a Sailor Moon?" she wanted to know.
"So horrible that you can't even consider it?"
Mamoru shook his head vigorously.
"I just can't believe it. All this time………"
Suddenly he turned on her, trapping her between both his arms.
"How did you know?"
Usagi shrugged and pulled at her sleeve.
"No offense, but that mask doesn't cover *that* much."
Mamoru blew out a breath before kissing her square on the nose.
"I should have known," he said, completely ignoring her quick
look of surprise.
"I have the exact same reaction to the both of you."
Usagi nibbled on her bottom lip a little.
"What reaction might that be?"
He grinned then, a look that lit up his face.
"I'm incredibly attracted to the both of you.
For a little while I wasn't sure if I was losing my mind or
what."
Usagi grinned up at him a little.
"Erm… I should get going. I have class."
Mamoru frowned over it a moment.
"We're not finished, you know."
Usagi smiled. "No. We're not finished."
"I mean it," Mamoru informed her.
"I *really* mean it."
Usagi rolled her shoulders and made a move to jump down from
the counter. He blocked.
"God Mamoru, I get it. Not finished, us."
She was highly uncomfortable with the way he was watching her,
all intense and intimate.
She couldn't remember anyone ever stripping her to the bone
with just one look before.
"You don't mind dishing it out, but you really don't like
getting it back, do you?"
His question went unanswered, as he'd expected.
"You pull away too," he informed her.
"When someone does something, anything, you don't like.
You pull away."
Usagi snorted at this. "I do not."
"What about Jack?" The name had her frowning.
"What about him?"
"The moment he tried to push into your life, you pushed him
out."
Usagi beamed. "I don't like pushers."
Mamoru beamed back. "Me neither, but I love to be one."
Her smile dropped.
"It's a good thing we're in the talking stage still.
I'd have had to dump you for that remark."
Mamoru grinned. "That's the thing, you wouldn't be able to."
Usagi laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm a *really* good pusher."
He looked positively proud of this.
"So?" she wanted to know.
"So, I'd push you into taking me back, just like I'm going to
push you into taking me now."
Usagi's blue eyes flashed and her back straitened.
"What did you just say?"
"I'm not going to let you push me away or push me out.
I know the game, I've played it. You don't stand a chance."
Usagi took a deep breath and wondered why this was more like
a soap opera then she would have wished.
"Are you telling me that…"
"That I want you," he said cutting her off.
"That I need you. That I've been stupid and you've been stupid
and that I'm going to put an end to the stupidity this very
instant."
Was he saying what she thought he was saying?
"I love you," he continued, not missing a beat.
"I've loved you since the moment you stepped into my life,
flying test papers and all."
Usagi felt her heart stop.
"You… You…" "Love you," he finished for her.
"I thought I didn't stand a chance, thought there was no way.
Thought that no matter what I did I could just kiss any hopes
goodbye."
Mamoru stopped to beam at her.
"Honey, I hate to say this but you made one very large error."
When Usagi merely stared, shell-shocked. He continued.
"You, my dear, kissed me and took off for three days."
Usagi nodded dumbly.
"The error wasn't in kissing me, it was in leaving me to think
it over for three *whole* days.
I must have talked myself into, and out of love with you a
bazillion times.
In the end, however, you are still all I've ever wanted."
Mamoru shook his head as though in memory.
"I don't care if you push away. I'll push harder.
I don't care if all you feel is contempt. I'll change that.
I don't care if you resort to biting and pulling hair.
Make no mistake Tsukino Usagi, I will get you in the end."
It wasn't so much a threat as a promise.
Usagi sighed and just stared.
For the first time in her life, she was completely
speechless.
There he stood, beautiful as ever while he confessed his
feelings in one of the most intriguing ways.
Well, who was she to disappoint?
Plastering on one of her best, I'm cool and detached looks,
she hopped down from the counter and made a move toward his cappuccino machine.
Wow, he does have one………
"Why should I take you now?
After you've successfully made the past year an on again,
off again, hell every time I've seen you?
Mamoru frowned and clicked on the cappuccino machine, she had
been looking at it longingly.
"I wasn't exactly alone in it. If I remember correctly there
were plenty of times that you drew first blood."
Usagi nodded and continued to eye the cappuccino machine as
it made it's cappuccino making noises.
"You started it though."
The fact that she actually pouted had him grinning.
"Did I hurt your feelings then, odango?"
"Oh, just be a jerk about it, why don't you."
Mamoru beamed and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Well I'll be. You actually care, don't you darling?"
"Bite me."
He laughed then and nuzzled her neck.
"I'm sorry."
Usagi rolled her eyes and elbowed him lightly.
"Your apology was completely tarnished by you're laughter."
This, of course, had him all but rolling on the floor with his
tarnished laughter.
"Sorry…" he wheezed out as she stormed out of the kitchen.
Getting his breath back he rushed into the living room in time
to catch her before she left the apartment all together.
"Oh, come on. I said I was sorry."
Usagi glared at him.
"You laughed. What kind of apology is that?"
Mamoru made a show of shrugging.
"Ugh! You're such a man!"
"Gee, sorry."
Suddenly, she stopped and laughed at them.
"Is this how it's always going to be between us?"
Mamoru bit down on his bottom lip thoughtfully.
"I could change…………"
"Don't you dare!"
Her outburst was so unexpected he merely stared.
"I like you just the way you are."
Grinning now, he moved to take her in his arms.
"We'll always keep each other on our toes."
She laughed. "And we'll never be bored."
"And it doesn't hurt that you're hot."
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It also helps that I love you."
Mamoru ran a hand through her hair, all somber now.
"That doesn't hurt at all. Would you mind saying it again?"
Usagi smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I suppose, not that you deserve it or anything."
He laughed a bit and held her close.
"I'd still really like to hear it. Just once."
Usagi looked up into eyes of the deepest blue and smiled,
realizing she could get lost in them and wouldn't mind one bit.
"I love you, Mamo-chan."
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The End.
Now wasn't that sweet enough to trash your teeth?
I hope so.
Send all your love and devotion to me: Kas!
KasMiko@aol.com
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* 7:33 AM 4/6/01 *
By Kas
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Genre: Romance with a touch of comedy. Fluff
Rating: G or PG
Season: SM
Part: B
Characters: Usagi & Mamoru
Disclaimers: I own nothing!
( All original Sailor Moon characters, Kiss the Cook stuffed
teddy bears, and The Natural Miracle Bra, belong to all their
respectful owners.)
Except for the story idea itself. That's mine.
Notes: You all should know by now that I have a new e-mail
address. ( KasMiko@aol.com ) Use it!
Warning:
It's late at night and I'm on my third 20oz mug of cappuccino. ( Hence the name. )
It's past my curfew and I have nowhere to go.
In short; I'm filled with caffeine and teenage Angst.
Be afraid. Be *very* afraid.
~~~~Cappuccino~~~~
By Kas
KasMiko@aol.com
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From across the park, some fifty feet away,
Moon could see both Mars and Venus watching the show in
fascination.
"Well Jupiter," she said. "It looks as though we're in for a
l-o-n-g night."
Jupiter merely nodded and leaned against the nearest tree as
pink Jell-O lady beat the tar out of Zoisite.
"Maybe she'll kill him…"
Moon nodded and considered dozing.
"It would save us the trouble."
"…And another thing you two timing *censored*…………Piece
of… ………*censored*…………I'll be sure to kick the ………
*censored*……… *censored*………out of your *censored*………"
Moon blinked a few times and ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Well…… That was……… colorful."
"Hmmm. I didn't see that last one coming."
"Nope. She's very creative."
"Yes. Very."
"Hey!"
Moon turned to see both Mars and Venus running up to them.
"Can you believe this?" Venus wanted to know.
"I mean, we're all safe and warm in our beds and they drag us
out with their bad vibes just for a lovers spat?
How inconsiderate is that?"
Moon rolled her stiff shoulders, and considered.
"You know guys, for as entertaining as this is, and it IS
entertaining." Moon made sure to higher her voice in order
to be heard over the cussing coming from a few feet away.
"It's getting kinda late, and I have another early day tomorrow…"
"Plus it's still a monster," added Mars.
"So we *should* burn it."
Moon nodded half heartily.
"Fine. Let's just get this over with."
As if on queue, Zoisite stood up… slouched really, and
in a move not unlike a coward, he screamed like a girl and
disappeared before their very eyes.
Thus leaving a very enraged pink Jell-O like lady.
She turned on them with obvious intent.
"Um, guys?"
"Hmmm?"
"Does anyone here actually know how to kill it?"
When no one answered, all four simultaneously turned to the
trees and called, "Mercury!"
There was nothing but silence for a few moments before an
"I'm working on it!" came back.
Moon turned back to pink Jell-O like lady and frowned.
"Guess we're just going to have to wing it."
Sluggishly, the senshi agreed.
Pink Jell-O like lady eyed them with a detached cruelty before
rearing back and throwing pink Jell-O like goo at them.
Moon got splattered with the pink substance and grimaced.
"Great, more funky smelling sticky stuff."
She made a move to simply wipe the dripping goo off her fuko
before she realized her mistake.
When bits of pink Jell-O like goo dripped onto her bare leg,
she gave a startled cry of pain.
The goo burned like acid!
"This stuff burns you guys. Don't let it touch bare skin."
When the monster reared back a second time the girls were a
bit more prepared.
Both Mars and Jupiter powered up their own attacks and let
loose in a rainbow of bright green and red.
Venus stepped forward and threw her chain as Moon readied her
tiara.
The monster dodged both Jupiter and Mars's attacks in a great
show of agility.
She then stood absolutely still as Venus's chain circled
around her.
Thinking they had her just where they wanted her, the girls
stepped closer until Moon noticed that the monster didn't look
the least bit distressed.
Halting them with a look, she waited as the monster smiled and
stepped right through the chain.
Venus gave a cry of outrage and tapped her foot against the
ground.
"How dare that pink tart do that!"
"Cool it Venus," advised Mars wisely.
"She's not nearly as helpless as she looks."
Pouting now, Venus agreed reluctantly and stood down.
Moon dashed to the bushes as the pink Jell-O like lady threw
another round of goo.
Her dash, however, was ill timed, for splatters of pink goo
stuck to her arm like putty.
Hollering in pain, she rubbed her arm against the grass in
hopes to get the burning acid off.
"Need some help?" Asked a mysterious voice from behind her.
Moon looked up and gasped as Tuxedo Kamen bent beside her.
Carefully, he took her arm in his gloved hands and wiped at
the substance with his cape, however, the goo wouldn't budge.
When the next round of pink goo came flying,
Tuxedo Kamen threw his cape around Sailor Moon to protect her
and himself.
She did her best to ignore the burning on her arm…
But GOD! It *really* hurt!
"Would someone kill it already?!"
Moons pain filled order was overlooked as Venus gave a screech
of shock.
"Must have got her too," Moon mumbled to no one in particular.
She hissed as her arm grazed the bush and cursed like a sailor.
Tuxedo Mask wisely overlooked her sudden outburst and instead
bent to help her up.
Sailor Moon concentrated on the pain in her arm, perhaps if
she concentrated hard enough, it would cancel out the quick
knee-jerk reaction to him.
The very last thing she needed now was to have all these
romantic feelings for her savior.
God, could she pick 'em or what?
The cool remote collage student or the pleasantly aloof
superhero.
Why not just give her an arranged marriage to someone who
lived in America, for Peat's sake!
She'd see him more often.
Feeling downright ticked at the whole world, Moon decided to
take it out in a constructive manner.
And what, I ask, is more constructive then ridding the world
of one more Jell-O like goo lady?
At the moment, Moon couldn't think of a thing.
Sliding into her attack stance as easily as some slid into bed
at night, she locked eyes with the monster.
Pink Jell-O like lady's eyes were pinkly detached as the
readied another bout of goo.
"Oh, no you don't." And with that Moon lifted her hand to her
tiara, said the magic words, and let it rip.
The tiara hit the very heart of the Jell-O like lady, making
her give a piercing screech.
For a moment the monster merely looked at them, just looked.
Then, and without warning, she threw back her head and
disintegrated.
Moon stood there a moment, tired and longing for a hot bath.
When tuxedo Kamen made his move to leave, Sailor Moon stopped
him.
"Don't bother!" She called.
"For once, I want to be the one to walk away first."
And with that, she did.
Turning on her heel she left in the direction of home,
disappearing behind tress and into the shadows.
The girls and Tuxy stood there a moment wondering what to do
next when a harassed looking Mercury jumped form the trees.
"I've got it!" She announced proudly, waving her mini computer
around.
Suddenly she stopped and looked about the park in curiosity.
"Hey! Where's the monster?"
Usagi climbed under the soft covers of her bed and wished
herself a million forms of oblivion.
Her life couldn't have been much more confusing if God himself
stepped through her bedroom window.
Usagi closed her eyes and hoped the headache that drummed in
the back of her head would pass quickly.
She needed to get up for school tomorrow and that wasn't
looking promising.
Her arm was throbbing, her head was pounding, and her heart
was aching.
Why not just jump off a cliff and let the masses rejoice?
She was tired in mind, body, and spirit.
Mamoru… The name alone was like a whisper on the wind, soft
and fleeting.
God, it hurt. It actually HURT!
She was terrified of seeing him, of showing her face and
having it laughed at, such was the mans style.
But this, this insistent need for him was killing her slowly.
She MISSED MAMORU!
Missed his smile, that quirky smile he only bestowed upon her.
Missed the way he'd tease her relentlessly and annoy constantly.
She missed his outrageous ego and adorable charm.
She just missed *him*.
Usagi frowned as visions of Tuxedo Kamen filtered through her
foggy brain.
He was another problem, Usagi realized sluggishly.
She may love Mamoru, but Tuxedo Kamen had a way of making her
heat trip.
What was a girl to do?
When the images of Tuxedo Kamen and Chiba Mamoru blurred,
then molded to make one man, Usagi shot strait up in bed.
"Oh. My. God……"
Usagi impatiently tapped her foot against the carpeted floor.
Where was he?
She rapped her fist against the door for the third time and
cursed.
It was seven in the morning, who the heck left the house
before seven in the morning?
Usagi banged on the door a few more times.
It seemed as though with each rap of the door her heart sunk
a little more.
"Damn." She rolled her stiff shoulders and hung her head.
Where could he be?!
She stomped away from Mamoru's apartment door looking far
from defeated.
She had to be mistaken.
Mamoru wasn't, in anyway shape or form, Tuxedo Kamen.
It was preposterous to even consider the possibility for
anything over the sane limit of two seconds.
Mamoru was…… Mamoru………
There was *no* way he was Tuxedo Kamen. Just no way.
Usagi stormed up to the elevator and punched at the buttons
impatiently.
Okay, so maybe they looked alike.
Maybe she even had a similar reaction to the both of them,
but that hardly meant that, that… Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen…
Usagi glared at the elevator doors with contempt.
Open darn you! I don't have all day!
Impatiently she hopped from foot to foot.
If she could just find him and work this all out……
"Usagi?" Her thoughts were immediately cutoff as the elevator
doors opened to reveal the one and only Chiba Mamoru.
"Err…" What had she come here for again?
"M… Mamoru-kun…"
He looked, wild. A little rumpled and… Whoa!
When did Mamoru-san start making her go weak in the knees?
Wasn't that Tuxedo Kamen's department?
Mamoru smiled at her. Actually smiled!
"I, uh… wasn't expecting to see you here…"
Usagi nodded dumbly before giving herself a hard shove in the
right direction.
"Err, I yeah. I wouldn't have either."
Mamoru grinned and managed to look absolutely stunning in
that God awful green blazer of his.
"I'm actually pretty glad you stopped by though."
He continued in that ever so neutral tone of his.
"Oh." Why was she so nervous all of the sudden?
This was Mamoru for Peat's sake. M-a-m-o-r-u…
"Yeah. Could we talk?"
Quick! Say no! What were you thinking coming here?
Good God girl! You kissed the man less then a week ago and you
show up on his doorstep?
Err, elevator doorstep… Well, it's still a doorstep!
Mamoru was currently stepping out of said elevator and edging
her towards his apartment door.
"Uh.. You know! I , erm.. I was just at this cute little
cappuccino serving cafe.
We could talk there?"
And I could run far, far away the moment you turn your back………
Mamoru lifted one perfectly elegant brow and motioned to his
apartment door.
"I have a cappuccino maker if you're in the mood for it."
Usagi giggled nervously, a reflex she'd never quite outgrown.
"Nah, I already had two. I'm good."
Mamoru nodded dumbly.
"You look grounded." He pointed out conversationally.
"No bouncing off the walls and whatnot."
God! I'm in love with a man that uses words like… Whatnot…
It was………cute!
"Yeah, I hold my caffeine fairly well."
"Always a good trait."
Mamoru unlocked his front door and motioned for Usagi to enter.
Feeling trapped, she did so carefully.
He had a nice apartment, she thought offhandedly.
It was large and well organized if sparsely furnished.
The theme was simply blue and green.
Not light pansy colors but deep rich ones that sang a man
lived here.
Mamoru walked in and went strait to the kitchen, leaving her
to dawdle about.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you these past few days,"
he called to her from the kitchen.
Glancing from said kitchen door to the door that would lead
to freedom, she made herself relax.
He wouldn't bite… Err, at least she didn't think he'd bite.
Usagi frowned a little. Who was she trying to kid?
Mamoru would bite and bite hard, that's why she respected him
as well as loathed him, loved him. Damn it!
Why couldn't she just stick to one emotion at a time?
If it was going to be fear, then so be it.
If it was going to be lust or love, then so be it.
Why make it everything else as well?
Why did she always have to feel as though half the puzzle was
missing with him?
And why did she suddenly feel she'd just found that other half?
When Mamoru strolled out of the kitchen she felt her heart
stop, then kick back up.
How did he do that? How did he manage to turn her on and freak
her out at the same time?
Carrying in two coffee mugs, he handed her one and sat down on
the couch.
"So, where you been hiding?"
He asked it so easily that she almost told him.
"Hiding?"
Mamoru nodded, obviously he'd already guessed she'd deny it.
"Yeah, you know. Hiding."
She made a sound in her throat.
Something akin to laughter, and sipped her drink.
For a moment she was startled when a cool, punchy liquid
landed on her tongue.
"Ice tea." He informed her.
Then, as an after thought, added "decaffeinated."
She nodded and sipped again.
Caffeine probably wouldn't have helped much anyway.
"I wasn't hiding. Just been busy." Her tart reply had his lips
curving upward.
"R-i-g-h-t. Busy…"
His own reply had her easing into a chair.
At least he was teasing her.
Albeit, it was more friendly and a little flirtatious,
but teasing non the less.
"Well, I have places to go, too. People to see."
"Of course you have.
It was just a coincidence that all this pressing
business came up right after you kissed me."
Usagi turned as red as Rei's beloved cranberry sweater.
"Are you going to tell me you didn't kiss me?"
His simple question had her slouching in her seat and wondering
why the hell she was here in the first place.
Suddenly, when he leaned forward and looked intriguingly
dangerous, she remembered *exactly* why she'd come.
"I won't deny it. I did kiss you."
Her hot retort was far from what either of them had expected.
She didn't look aloof or at all uncomfortable, Mamoru thought.
She looked a bit annoyed and entirely too lax with her current
position.
"Well at least we see eye to eye on that."
Usagi smiled. Something akin to feline, and leaned forward.
"Oh I'm pretty sure we're on the same level here."
Where had this come from? She wondered idly.
This aggressive side of her.
She felt intriguingly womanly in a wondrous sort of way.
And God, help her if he wasn't doing it unknowingly.
He was simply sizzling with vibes.
It was enough to make the hair on the back of your neck stand
on end.
At the very least, it was enough to get some kind of response
from her.
When he merely leaned back in his seat, she scooted up.
"I think you're right.
I was hiding, however, I'm done now."
Mamoru sneered, a look she thoroughly adored.
"Oh really?" He was thrown, she realized now.
He'd been expecting the upper hand.
He hadn't been thinking that she'd be the one giving orders.
Suddenly, she realized that nothing else mattered.
Whether she was wrong about Tuxedo Kamen or right, she felt
something much stronger then simple lust for the man before
her.
She wanted Mamoru for more then one reason and it was high
time she started listening to her heart.
"Mamoru?" She asked suddenly.
"Hmmm?"
"I was wondering. What did you think of it?"
"It?"
"The kiss. Did you like it?" Her question had him choking on
his own ice tea.
Usagi beamed, immensely pleased with his reaction.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
"God. What happened to you?" he wanted to know.
She grinned at him.
"I think I just realized how dumb we both are, and now I'm
having some fun at it."
Mamoru nodded dumbly.
"Is there anything else you want to ask me."
She considered a moment. "Yeah, it can wait though.
I really want to stick to this topic for a little bit."
Mamoru bit his lower lip and scooted a bit closer to the edge
of the couch.
"Me too." "Good!"
She jumped up from her seat and began to pace.
"We're idiots." She pointed out wisely, causing Mamoru to
frown and give a grunt of protest.
"We're idiots because we both tend to overlook the very
things staring us strait in the face."
Any protest he might have had died on his lips, she had him
there.
"Both of us have completely overlooked each other for
everything but harassment."
Mamoru felt his lips twitch and did his best to stop it.
"You have a point."
Suddenly she whirled on him, coming nose to nose before
stopping.
"Tell me you don't feel it. Tell me this isn't making you just
a little dizzy."
The fact that her lips were a breath away had his head
going numb.
Thus preventing any intelligent chatter from escaping his lips.
"Tell me you aren't wondering. Wanting."
Mamoru met her eyes, blue to blue.
"I'm not denying anything."
He stood then, unfolding his lanky body from the couch.
"I'm not denying it because that would make me a coward and a
liar.
What about you?"
She snorted. "I'm anything but a coward, or a lair."
Mamoru sneered, obviously pleased with her answer.
"Well, that makes this easier then."
And with that he grabbed her up and caught her lips in a
searing kiss.
For the second time in her life, Usagi was caught in
Mamoru's arms.
And for the second time in her life, she was loving every
moment of it.
Like a wanton she wrapped her arms around waist and held on.
She may have had the control over the kiss the last time,
but Mamoru had taken it this time 'round.
He swept her up in the kiss.
Hard and unyielding it swallowed her whole.
Dark, tantalizing tastes assaulted the senses and fogged the
brain.
It was amazing! His mouth was like a treasure trove of dark
delight.
His own desires were made pleasantly clear as he plundered her
mouth and pulled her closer.
Usagi gave a cry of pain when his hands grabbed at her arms.
Rearing back as though she'd slapped him, he released her.
"What happened?"
Usagi gasped, still trying to catch her breath.
"Nothing, just a sore spot."
Mamoru focused on the arm she was unconsciously favoring.
Frowning he yanked her back into his arms and, ignoring her
cry of protest, unbuttoned the sleeve and pulled it up her arm.
He hissed and pulled her into the kitchen.
"How the hell did you do that?!" He wanted to know.
Mamoru was suddenly *very* angry.
"How come you don't have any bandages on it?
Why are you walking around with a first-degree burn untreated?"
Even if Usagi would have answered him she wasn't given the chance.
He picked her up and set her on the counter like a small child.
"What's wrong with you're parents?"
He was still going on as he reached under the kitchen-sink and
pulled out a first aid kit.
"Don't they know you can't walk around with that!"
Usagi went to comment but he silenced her with one look.
"It's not right," he continued.
"You should have been to the doctor."
He looked… worried.
This realization was startling and sweet.
"I'm fine. It really isn't as bad as it could have been."
Mamoru studded her arm a bit longer.
"Funny, it looks like some kind of acid did it."
Usagi frowned as he began to moisten a cloth with alcohol.
"Did you have an accident in chemistry class?"
He was slowly connecting the parts, she knew.
"Nope.
They banned me from chemistry class some odd months ago."
"Ami then, she have something to do with it?"
Usagi shook her head. "Nice guess, but no."
Mamoru gently rubbed the cloth over the burn, causing her to
yelp in pain.
"Sorry," he mumbled before blowing on the wound and taking
the sting out considerably.
"What then?" When he looked up to meet her eyes, he really
looked.
He studied her so intently that she squirmed under the
scrutiny.
"I know, it takes awhile to get used to it."
Her comment had his eyes widening slightly.
"Like I said," she continued.
"We tend to over look the one thing staring us right in the
face.
Isn't that right Tux?"
Mamoru dropped the cloth to the counter and began to pace.
"Are you telling me… What are you telling me?"
Usagi rolled her eyes skyward.
"I'm a really that bad of a Sailor Moon?" she wanted to know.
"So horrible that you can't even consider it?"
Mamoru shook his head vigorously.
"I just can't believe it. All this time………"
Suddenly he turned on her, trapping her between both his arms.
"How did you know?"
Usagi shrugged and pulled at her sleeve.
"No offense, but that mask doesn't cover *that* much."
Mamoru blew out a breath before kissing her square on the nose.
"I should have known," he said, completely ignoring her quick
look of surprise.
"I have the exact same reaction to the both of you."
Usagi nibbled on her bottom lip a little.
"What reaction might that be?"
He grinned then, a look that lit up his face.
"I'm incredibly attracted to the both of you.
For a little while I wasn't sure if I was losing my mind or
what."
Usagi grinned up at him a little.
"Erm… I should get going. I have class."
Mamoru frowned over it a moment.
"We're not finished, you know."
Usagi smiled. "No. We're not finished."
"I mean it," Mamoru informed her.
"I *really* mean it."
Usagi rolled her shoulders and made a move to jump down from
the counter. He blocked.
"God Mamoru, I get it. Not finished, us."
She was highly uncomfortable with the way he was watching her,
all intense and intimate.
She couldn't remember anyone ever stripping her to the bone
with just one look before.
"You don't mind dishing it out, but you really don't like
getting it back, do you?"
His question went unanswered, as he'd expected.
"You pull away too," he informed her.
"When someone does something, anything, you don't like.
You pull away."
Usagi snorted at this. "I do not."
"What about Jack?" The name had her frowning.
"What about him?"
"The moment he tried to push into your life, you pushed him
out."
Usagi beamed. "I don't like pushers."
Mamoru beamed back. "Me neither, but I love to be one."
Her smile dropped.
"It's a good thing we're in the talking stage still.
I'd have had to dump you for that remark."
Mamoru grinned. "That's the thing, you wouldn't be able to."
Usagi laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm a *really* good pusher."
He looked positively proud of this.
"So?" she wanted to know.
"So, I'd push you into taking me back, just like I'm going to
push you into taking me now."
Usagi's blue eyes flashed and her back straitened.
"What did you just say?"
"I'm not going to let you push me away or push me out.
I know the game, I've played it. You don't stand a chance."
Usagi took a deep breath and wondered why this was more like
a soap opera then she would have wished.
"Are you telling me that…"
"That I want you," he said cutting her off.
"That I need you. That I've been stupid and you've been stupid
and that I'm going to put an end to the stupidity this very
instant."
Was he saying what she thought he was saying?
"I love you," he continued, not missing a beat.
"I've loved you since the moment you stepped into my life,
flying test papers and all."
Usagi felt her heart stop.
"You… You…" "Love you," he finished for her.
"I thought I didn't stand a chance, thought there was no way.
Thought that no matter what I did I could just kiss any hopes
goodbye."
Mamoru stopped to beam at her.
"Honey, I hate to say this but you made one very large error."
When Usagi merely stared, shell-shocked. He continued.
"You, my dear, kissed me and took off for three days."
Usagi nodded dumbly.
"The error wasn't in kissing me, it was in leaving me to think
it over for three *whole* days.
I must have talked myself into, and out of love with you a
bazillion times.
In the end, however, you are still all I've ever wanted."
Mamoru shook his head as though in memory.
"I don't care if you push away. I'll push harder.
I don't care if all you feel is contempt. I'll change that.
I don't care if you resort to biting and pulling hair.
Make no mistake Tsukino Usagi, I will get you in the end."
It wasn't so much a threat as a promise.
Usagi sighed and just stared.
For the first time in her life, she was completely
speechless.
There he stood, beautiful as ever while he confessed his
feelings in one of the most intriguing ways.
Well, who was she to disappoint?
Plastering on one of her best, I'm cool and detached looks,
she hopped down from the counter and made a move toward his cappuccino machine.
Wow, he does have one………
"Why should I take you now?
After you've successfully made the past year an on again,
off again, hell every time I've seen you?
Mamoru frowned and clicked on the cappuccino machine, she had
been looking at it longingly.
"I wasn't exactly alone in it. If I remember correctly there
were plenty of times that you drew first blood."
Usagi nodded and continued to eye the cappuccino machine as
it made it's cappuccino making noises.
"You started it though."
The fact that she actually pouted had him grinning.
"Did I hurt your feelings then, odango?"
"Oh, just be a jerk about it, why don't you."
Mamoru beamed and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Well I'll be. You actually care, don't you darling?"
"Bite me."
He laughed then and nuzzled her neck.
"I'm sorry."
Usagi rolled her eyes and elbowed him lightly.
"Your apology was completely tarnished by you're laughter."
This, of course, had him all but rolling on the floor with his
tarnished laughter.
"Sorry…" he wheezed out as she stormed out of the kitchen.
Getting his breath back he rushed into the living room in time
to catch her before she left the apartment all together.
"Oh, come on. I said I was sorry."
Usagi glared at him.
"You laughed. What kind of apology is that?"
Mamoru made a show of shrugging.
"Ugh! You're such a man!"
"Gee, sorry."
Suddenly, she stopped and laughed at them.
"Is this how it's always going to be between us?"
Mamoru bit down on his bottom lip thoughtfully.
"I could change…………"
"Don't you dare!"
Her outburst was so unexpected he merely stared.
"I like you just the way you are."
Grinning now, he moved to take her in his arms.
"We'll always keep each other on our toes."
She laughed. "And we'll never be bored."
"And it doesn't hurt that you're hot."
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It also helps that I love you."
Mamoru ran a hand through her hair, all somber now.
"That doesn't hurt at all. Would you mind saying it again?"
Usagi smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"I suppose, not that you deserve it or anything."
He laughed a bit and held her close.
"I'd still really like to hear it. Just once."
Usagi looked up into eyes of the deepest blue and smiled,
realizing she could get lost in them and wouldn't mind one bit.
"I love you, Mamo-chan."
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The End.
Now wasn't that sweet enough to trash your teeth?
I hope so.
Send all your love and devotion to me: Kas!
KasMiko@aol.com
Kingen,
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AOL Screen Name:
KasMiko or Kas Miko
AOL E-mail:
KasMiko@aol.com or Kas Miko@aol.com
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