Whoa! You guys have NO idea how much you rock! Thanks to all of you who reviewed, y'all should continue if ya want more. Sorry it took so long…I've been in the midst of moving and stuff…so sorry! Thanks for being so patient. Oh, a few things though…

Anyone know Mamorou's college? Isn't azbu or something like that? Mail me please!!!! Umm… what's Rita's name in Japanese? I can't remember…yea, yea… I know. Anywho. Enjoy!

Oh, also, my comp glutted, so I know not all the paragraphs aren't indented, but I couldn't fix it, sorry!

***Agg. Sailor moon does in no way, shape or form, belong to me. Wish they did, but they don't. It should be obvious, since it's a FAN fiction. Yeah. Fan. You see a connection there? Good. Please don't sue…I'm so poor that I'm using a comp from 1985. Sniff. Alrighty…on with the show.

Secret Society

Alright Mamorou…puff, puff…Keep moving…only…six more blocks to go…

"Why…do I…d-do this to myself!" he gasped out. Motoki laughed whole-heartedly.

"In all honesty? No one knows. It's a mystery of the universe." Mamorou glared at the other male, who strolled leisurely beside him…with the use of a trusty bike. "What. You said you wanted me to help you train for the soccer season. So here I am, spending my should-be-sleeping hours outside, (at, may I add, six am,) coaxing you and your lazy butt around for a few lousy miles." Craning his neck back to him, Motoki continued. "You should be thankful I even agreed to help you. Especially after that little incident at the arcade."

He could no longer hold it. Leaning against the wall for support, he began to chuckle. Once again, displeasure crossed his friend's eyes. "Oh. You think it's funny, do you? A real riot than I was humiliated, not only in front of my boss and co-workers, but ALSO my girlfriend????"

That only produced more laughter from the sweaty jogger. His strong arms barely held him up for support as his body was rocked with wave after wave of hysteria. Finally, his laughter died, and he spoke.

" Baka! Your boss is your dad, the only other waitress there is your sister and cousin, and Rita's seen you do MORE then your share of stupid acts. Including something involving a toaster, a chicken and…" he paused, amusement vivid in his eyes. " Her Preacher!" And so, he was once again attacked by the evil known as the chuckles.

"Humph. Fine. Be that way. See if I ever help you again," he fumed as he remounted his bike and rode off, sweats blowing in the wind. Mamorou looked up, surprised.

"Hey, no Motoki wait! Hey man, wait up!" He stood and dashed after his offended companion. YOU'VEGOT MY KEYS!!!!"

The day seemed much brighter today. The calm after the storm, I guess she mused. Her walk was slow, and paced. She had no real place to be, well, at least, not for the mean time. Rounding the corner, she let out a sigh. Seeing him again hadn't been as bad as she'd thought. In fact, it was almost enjoyable. It had even done her some good. They'd been able to talk about things that had been on both of their minds. Life's funny that way, always unexpected. You find the greatest of friends in the oddest of people.

"AHH!"

She looked up quickly, in time to dodge a fast-paced cyclist. He swerved across the road crying out an apology. Squinting her eyes, she gasped.

"Motoki? What's he doing he-OWWWW!!!!" She felt herself thrown off her feet. Quickly trying to righten herself, she succeeded only in entangling herself with a hard body. Attached to a face; a very handsome one at that. Dark, blue eyes, ebony locks, flushed tan skin, boyish charm. It could only be one person.

"Konnichiwa, Mamorou-san. I know you have a thing for younger girls, but would you mind getting off me?" her tone was clearly irritated.

Mamorou glanced down, barely containing his smile. He couldn't believe his good luck! Here she was the not so perfect girl of his dreams, and right in front- er, well, under him. I've got to say something to her, he thought. Anything! Better make sure it's clever to.

"Come now Otama, it's high time I repay you for all of my injuries, ne? I believe the saying goes, the nerd gets her just rewards?" He flashed a suggestive grin whilst mentally kicking his ass. Baka. Oh, that was clever. Yeah. Sure. Baka.

She growled. "Humph. More like the dick gets his…"

"What, rewards? Somehow, I doubt it'll mind." Her face grew beat red. Giving him a hard shove, she stood. Again, he heard that low growl. Think you pushed that last button, shit-head.

"You are the most DISGUSTING, PERVERTED…GROSS…" she sputtered, "excuse for a HUMAN BEING!! I wish you'd just drop dead over the side of a cliff. I HATE YOU!" Spinning around, she dashed down the sidewalk. 
He stood there for a moment, watching her running figure shrink into the distance. Mamorou felt a hard pang in his chest, and was suddenly weak. I can't believe I just did that. The only girl I've ever felt THIS way about…no…that I've loved? I made her cry. That realization hit him like a mountain of steel. Not only today…but all those other times.
Times like at the arcade last night, before then, on the streets. All because…
Motoki waved his hands over his friends glazed eyes. 'Hey, Hentai, you alive in there?" 
Mamorou blinked at him. "What? Sorry…What did you say?"
Motoki sighed. "I asked if the pedophile was landing back on earth any time so- Mamorou? H-hey…Mamo-san? CHIBA MAMOROU! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Ignoring the cries of outrage, Mamorou sprinted down the same trail that she had taken. 
"I'm going to t-tell her. I- I owe her this much." 
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! Chiba-san? C-CHIBA!"
I have to tell her…She needs to know…Repeating this mantra to himself, he ran harder. With the pounding of each step, and the gasping of each breath, he neared the darkness of unknown destiny.

Ooh ooh! What'll happen know, huh, huh? Sorry, this chapters not very long, or very good (ya'll still wanna know what happened between her and uncle Dan, ne? you hentai's! lol! Kidding, heehee, you'll see soon enough). Again, I apologize for taking so long. Like I said, I'm moving, and the only computer I have to use is old and slow, plus, we have telus telefone line for internet… yeah…it sucks. So anyways, next chap will be up in a week or two, and you'll read the confessions of both our hero's, that is…if they can gain each others trust. Till then, bye!
p.s. heehee! What to look forewards to? Perhaps the entrapment of the two in a small area, mwahahahaa…oh, this is fun. 
p.p.s. maybe even a kiss? Or two?? J