Title: The Moon Motorcycle
By: Firegirl
Chapter 3
Rated: PG-13

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"Hello Odango Atama." Mamoru was leaning against the car, his
arms folded against his chest and a giant grin on his face. Usagi's
heart skipped a beat.
'What is he doing here?'
"What are you doing here baka?"
"I thought I would give you a ride home."
"How did you know when to pick me up?"
"I had called the receptionist up front and she said she would
call me ten minutes before you left because even she doesn't know
when you get off work sometimes. What do you do that varies in time
so much?"
"None of your business."
"I just wanted to know. I wasn't going to make fun of you or
anything." Mamoru stepped away from the car and opened the side
door to the red sports car.
"Well, do you want a ride or not?" Usagi stood there for a
moment running all of the options through her head.
'I can always tell him that my dad is picking me up. Then I
can either call my dad, walk, or take the bus. But then again, he
is already here and taking a ride with him would save me the
trouble of finding another way home. On the other hand though, I
might have to put up with any of the remarks he might make about
my hair or me. Oh well, never look a gift horse in the mouth.'
Usagi nodded her head and stepped into the car. Mamoru shut the
door and went around to the other side of the car. As he got in,
Usagi wondered where her brain had gone. Since when did she put
up with him?
"So Odango Atama, where do you want to be dropped off?"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"ODANGO ATAMA!"
"BAKA!" Mamoru started to chuckle.
"So where to you want me to drop you off Odango Atama?"
"My name is USAGI! And for right now just head towards the
arcade."
"Going to spend all of your money playing games?"
"NO! I will tell you where to go next when we get there."
Mamoru and Usagi had a battle of wills until they decided to break
it off so that he could drive. During the ride Usagi took glances
at him.
'I can see why Molly says he looks hot. When he's not yelling,
you can see he's not a total baka. Wait! What an I thinking! He may
be hot, but he IS a total jerk!' Little to Usagi's knowledge Mamoru
was also taking glances at her.
'I can see why some of the guys at school talk about her. She
is a looker, but she's younger than I am. Besides she is such a
pain. Then again she is so cute when she's angry. She has long
beautiful legs, a pouty lip that makes want to kiss it, and her
bosso..Wow! Mamoru get a grip on yourself! This is Usagi we're
talking about, not some hot model.'(~_~ It's ironic. Isn't it?)
Just then there was a series of beeps.
"What was that?"
"Um..That was my beeper."
"Do you want to use my cell phone?"
"No thanks I'll just get out here." Usagi jumped out of the
car a ran down an alley.
"That girl is weird." A few minutes later a flash of pain
ran through him.
"I'm needed."

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Usagi pushed a button on her communicator and looked at the
face of an angry Sailor Mars.
"What took you so long to answer?"
"I couldn't talk to you while I was in the car with Mamoru."
"What were you doing with him?"
"That doesn't matter right now. Where is the attack?"
"It's at the park." Usagi turned of her communicator.
"WHY do they always have to be at the park? Moon Prism
Make-up!"
Usagi transformed and started to run down the street at top speed.
People stopped and stared at her as she ran. People started to
whisper.
"Isn't that Sailor Moon?"
"Yeah."
"You don't see her running down the street everyday."
'I guess he's right about that.' Sailor Moon arrived at the
park to see the rest of the scouts duking it out with an unusual
youma (pick one, any one) The youma spotted her and threw vines at
her.(I guess it's a plant youma ,') Before they could reach her
though (This is sooo predictable.)Tuxedo Kamen arrive, throwing a
red rose down.
'He is sooo hunky.' Usagi had hearts in her eyes and wasn't
paying attention to the battle. The next thing she knew, poison
flowers started to fly strait for her.

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DUN dun dun... Will the flowers hit her? Will Mamoru find out what
she does for a living? OKay, okay, I'll stop it... I sound pretty
stupid don't I?