Yeah! Update! And things just start getting better and better. Warning, mindless fluff ahead. I'm really not that much of a fluffy person, despite the fact I'm nearly always in a very huggy(?) mood. But a person needs some fluff from time to time. So here it is. Hope you'll enjoy.

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Usagi dragged herself through the Arcade doors. Last night was a nightmare. Her back ached and she didn't feel like doing anything today. She hoped she wouldn't run into Rei. She really wouldn't be able to put up with her incessant ranting. Nor the jerk face's insults.

But it seemed like she wouldn't be spared those. Chiba Mamoru was sitting at his usual seat at the counter, seemingly engrossed in his coffee.

"Hey, Usagi," Motoki said, as he came in from the back. "The usual?" he asked and he reached for the glass already.

"No, thanks," she murmured.

Motoki nearly slipped.

Mamoru openly stared. Since when did Meatball Head turn down food? "You okay, Meatball Head?"

"Hmm," was all that sounded. Usagi had slumped on a seat, her head resting on the counter. What on earth was wrong with her? What happened to his usually bright and lively Usako? Uhm... His usual annoying, winy Meatball Head. No, not his..! 'Oh, forget it!' It was pointless to try and make sense of his thoughts, just as it was pointless to ask Usagi anything right now, because she was obviously out of it.

Mamoru took in the adoring meatballs on top of Usagi's head. It reminded him of some other than her, with the same hairstyle. He hoped Sailor Moon was alright. She had been hit really bad last night. And he had proven inadequate to protect her. Some superhero he turned out to be. She didn't seem disappointed though. Otherwise she wouldn't have asked his help with her tiara, right? Or had that been a way to test him? Oh, crap! He was letting his mind run loose again. This had to stop. He needed some form of distraction.

And it just so happened that it was right in front of him. Well, somewhat. Not far off at least.

"Hey, come on, Meatball Head. Didn't you get enough sleep last night?"

"Shut up, baka," came the murmured reply.

"Well, aren't we bright and chipper this morning," he grinned.

"Baka, shut up. You're too loud."

"I am loud?" he said softly. "Never thought to hear that from you. I always seem the one telling you to lower the decibels."

"Guess roles have reversed."

He reached over and patted her on the head. "Poor Meatball Head."

"Hn."

He withdrew his hand, taking a bobby-pin with it. She didn't notice. Her back was turned to him. Well, the back of her head was. And she didn't feel the change in her bun.

In that case...

More pins followed.

"What are you doing?" it sounded sleepily.

"Nothing," he said softly. "Go back to sleep." Didn't he say that before?

"Wha...?" She turned to face him. What did he just say? She wasn't sleeping. And when had she heard that before? She noticed something weird about her hair. "Oh, no, you didn't."

"Didn't what?" His attempt at wide-eyed innocence sucked.

She shook her head slightly and felt another pin slip along with her hair. It tumbled down her back and tangled with the hair already flowing down.

"I'll kill you," she growled. And she immediately acted on the threat by getting of the stool and advancing in his direction.

"Is this the part I should turn tail and run?" Mamoru asked Motoki.

"Those are you're best odds," the other nodded. "I've never seen Usagi like this and frankly, I'm not sure what she's capable of. You best run."

Mamoru slowly back in the direction of the door, keeping a well five feet between him and the enraged blond. He'd really done it this time. But, God, was she beautiful when angered. Eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed. A seraph. A very angry seraph.

The doors slid open behind him as he triggered them and he turned and ran. Usagi immediately engaged in the pursuit.

Motoki shook his head as he watched the couple leave. Poor Mamoru. He should never have pushed Usagi this much.

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Motoki wasted his pity on the wrong man. Mamoru was greatly enjoying this little chase. The threats to his life Usagi was shouting at him only made him laugh. Her flushed face and sparkling eyes made his heart skip. And the long blond hair, now freed of its trademark buns, courtesy of the man being chased by their owner, simply took his breath away.

Which made it very hard, even for him, to outrun the blond.

By the time he had reached the entrance fo the park, she had gained on him. He turned the corner and entered the gates. The few people who were lucky enough to have the afternoon off, watched amused at the black-haired young man being chased by an infuriated blond girl.

"I'll get you yet, Mamoru-baka!"

Mamoru laughed at hearing his sweet Usako uttering such menacing words. His sweet..? Oh, well, didn't matter. He jumped to his left and let the blond girl barrel past him, barely catching herself before colliding with a lamppost. She put her arms around it and held onto it for support. He leaned against a tree on the other side of the walk.

"I somehow doubt that, Odango. You can barely stand on your own, as it is," he smirked.

Usagi scowled. "Just you wait, Chiba. Just you wait."

Mamoru watched amused as the little angel struggled for the strength to attack him. Her chest heaved with her breathing and he suddenly noticed it was nicely defined for a girl her age. Too nicely even, maybe. He quickly diverted his gaze, but that didn't do much good either. Because the next thing that entered his field of vision, were a pair of shapely legs clad in snug fitting jeans. The hem ended a few inches above her sneakers, exposing creamy skin.

'Okay, Mamoru, enough with the lecherous thoughts. She's only fourteen.' But, by god, she was gorgeous. And she had also recovered somewhat, because she lunged for him.

Unfortunately for her, she had one of her klutz attacks again. Or maybe she had just over exerted herself. Whatever the reason, she stumbled. He automatically extended his arms to catch her.

Not for the first time he enjoyed the feeling of holding Usagi close to him. "Looks like you're still clumsy, Odango."

Usagi snorted. "How many times do I have to tell you, my name is Usagi?"

"I guess I'll never learn," Mamoru sighed in mock despair.

"No. Cause you're too damn stubborn." She roughly pushed herself away from him.

"Language, little girl, language."

Usagi growled, a feral sound coming from the back of her throat and not fitting her appearance. "I am not a little girl!" A fist slammed into his chest. "You take that back!"

Mamoru grimaced. She packed a punch. It seemed like this girl was stronger than she looked. "Calm down, Odango. You are little compared to me. You're shorter, and you're younger." As he needed to remind himself of daily. He really didn't like their age difference.

"Big deal," she murmured. But she didn't sound like she meant it. She almost sounded absentmindedly. As if she had responded on autopilot.

Looking down he found her eyes to be slightly dazed. Her lips were slightly parted, bottom one sticking out in the tiniest of pouts. A rosy color painted her cheeks. Never had she looked more beautiful. He couldn't resist.

Running his thumb along that soft bottom lip, he drew her attention up to his face. Blue eyes widened in shock at the closeness of their faces. So blue, so blue. He didn't think he could stop even if he wanted to. Those eyes just drew him closer. Until he was too close. Until he couldn't avoid kissing her.

She tasted like sweet strawberries. And a touch of vanilla. Her lips parted slightly to answer the soft pressure applied to them. Mamoru's eyes fluttered closed as he tried to put his finger on that something more he tasted. Something sweet and addictive. And familiar.

Oh god. Sailor Moon. Usagi tasted like Sailor Moon. But that couldn't be. Usagi wasn't Sailor Moon.

Or was she?

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Fluffy bunny fluff. Just one or two chapters or so. I'm not going to write some drastically different ending of the first season, or something. I rather save that for my other fics. But please review and let me know whether I wrote reasonable fluff. Pretty please with sugar on top?

Dannee