Author's Notes: Hiya! Are ya likeing the story so far? There's only
going to be two more chapter after this one I believe... Well, I doubt
anyone will miss it, ^_^;; hehe. Enjoy!

Candid Camera

Chapter 3

Rated PG


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The next scene came in with a loud wham! The camera zoomed into
focus to show an extremely pissed Mamoru's hand embedded into the wall
of the 'Employees Only' room.
"Woah!" came Motoki's voice. "Easy boy! Stop busting up my
wall!"
"Dammit..." Mamoru growled, pulling his battered fist out of
the wall. He cradled the now bleeding hand to his chest. "I'm such an
idiot, Motoki!"
"Yeah..." agreed the blonde. "But, I thought we established that
already?" Mamoru shot him an icy glare causing Motoki to shrink back.
"So... uh... Wanna explain...?"
"Turn off the camera...!" Mamoru hissed. "THEN we'll talk."
"No can do, bud." The camera swayed from side to side as Motoki
shook his head. "I told you, this is my documentary. I NEED to film!"
Mamoru continued nursing his battered hand as he walked out of
the room. Motoki gasped audibly and called after him.
"HEY!" Motoki whined. "Where are you going?"
Mamoru stopped mid-step and turned his head to the blonde. His
gaze was flat, his mouth pursed into a straight line.
"To contemplate my suicide..."
Static.

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"Ummm..." Usagi began," that was... random..."
"Shh!" Motoki reprimanded as the next scene came on. "It's not
over. Mamoru only THOUGHT I turned off the camera... Hehe..."
Mamoru went rigid next to the girl next to him. All color
drained from his horrified face. His hands grew clamy even though he
felt terribly cold. He felt like his heart was clamped into a vice and
his stomach was wrenching in unision.
Mamoru moaned mentally.

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"OK, OK." Motoki wrapped and arm around Mamoru's shoulder and
led him to the couch. The blonde sat down next to his bleeding, distressed
friend. "Tell me what's wrong."
Mamoru scrubbed his hands over his face, and kept them there.
Motoki shot a quick glance to the camera which was presumably resting
on a table of some sort.
"It's HER..." Mamoru's voice came out as a mere muffle through
his hands.
"Usagi?" Motoki shrugged and leaned back into the couch, crossing
his legs. "What's new?"
Mamoru whimpered - a quite unlike-Mamoru action. "I'm an absolute
imbosile..." Poor guy sounded like a sad little boy who lost his puppy.
"What did you do now?" Motoki sighed, readjusting his position
again. He leaned foward, elbows on his knees, hands laced together.
Mamoru pulled his face out of his hands and glared hard at
his "bestfriend."
"Why is it always MY fault?!" he growled.
"Because," Motoki held out his one hand, palm up, in order to
somehow help prove his point, "you always start it."
Simple as that.
"Dammit..." Mamoru slapped his forehead with the heel of his
hand and grumbled something inaudible. "How can it be that I'm totally
CRAZY over her, and yet I can't help but make fun of her?!"
"Relentlessly, too, I might add..." Motoki nodded his head as
if agreeing with himself.
"Oh shut up..." Mamoru stood up weakly and began pacing (more
like trudging) around the small area. "No matter how hard I try..."
Mamoru sighed, too exhausted to finish his sentence.
"Try what?" Motoki inquired. "Try to stop making fun of her...
Or... Stop loving her...?"
Mamoru froze.
"You do, ya know," Motoki stated matter-of-factly, as if things
like this happened everyday.
Mamoru desperately tried to open his mouth and speak, but he
couldn't get anything past the lump in his throat. His mouth opened and
closed like a fish, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Love...?" Mamoru croaked out after a few more seconds of
silence. "Oh my God, Motoki..." His voice was barely above a whisper.
"I'm in love..."

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End Chapter 3

Author's Notes: Oohhh... The suspense! The tension! The drama! Hehe...
Actually, I changed my mind, there will be THREE more chapters! (that's
cuz all my chapters are so short) ^_^;; I'm gonna start writing Chapter
4 right now! PEACE!

"Purple Monkey Dishwasher!!!"
~Me