Odangos

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING ALREADY COPYRIGHTED SO YOU CAN'T SUE ME, ETC. and even if you tried all I have is a pack of gum to my name.

Summary: Mamoru and Usagi met in middle school; They were friends, then enemies, then lovers, and enemies once again; Ten years later they end up working for the same company; does sparks or fists fly?

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-MistressMoon: I researched the Japanese names; glad you noticed.

Alright here is chapter two, would have been up yesterday but I went shopping smile

"Excuse me, have we met?" Mamoru knowingly asked. Usagi was shocked and angry that he denied knowing her. She controlled herself and pasted a smile on her face.

"Pardon me, I must have mistaken you for someone else."

"Yet you know his name is Mamoru?" Aomori interjected.

"Is that your name, sir?" It was killing Usagi to be polite. 'Just wait until Aomori leaves, Mamoru. You'll be sorry.'

"Coincidence, perhaps, Mr. Aomori." He extended his hand to Usagi. "I'm Chiba Mamoru."

"Delighted to meet you, Mr. Chiba, but unfortunately I do not shake hands with strangers."

"Miss Tsukino!" Aomori was astonished.

"I mean no offense. Do I offend you, Mr. Chiba?"

"Not at all."

"Thank goodness. Well, then I shall leave you two to get started on the day's work."

Usagi fastened her gaze to Mr. Aomori's fading back. 'You slug! 'Have we met?' Damn you, Mamoru!' Usagi didn't let her thoughts pass her lips.

"How are you Usagi? You've turned into a real beauty."

"And- thanks." Usagi refused to let Mamoru destroy her calm façade. "By the way, my name is Miss Tsukino."

"No familiarity among friends?" Mamoru raised an eyebrow. Damn him, if he wasn't looking good. He was wearing a black three-button suit with a crisp white shirt and silk grey necktie. It was enough to make Usagi drool. She loved men in suits. "Usagi?" She quickly looked down so that Mamoru wouldn't see the desire in her eyes. She fixed a steely gaze on him.

"I'm sorry have we met? You said so yourself, Mr. Chiba."

"It was a joke. If it was a few years ago, you'd be throwing your purse at me." She grunted. "Then we'd both laughed it off."

"Well, Chiba, if you haven't noticed it's not the old days anymore. Welcome to the real world." She gave him a cold smile and passed him a cd-rom containing all the files she was working on. "For now, I'd like you to reviews all the files and revise any mistakes. You can use my computer. I'm sure they'll have your desk by tomorrow." 'And I'll get here early to make sure it's far from mines.' Mamoru looked at her humorously. 'What's he all happy about?'

"What happened to your odangos, Usa- Miss Tsukino?"

"Since you already established that we've never met how could you ask about my supposed odangos?"

"Back to that are we? How do you know that I didn't happen on an old picture of you, like when you first joined Nyaco Tech?"

"Hmm… fair enough. I grew out of odangos. Does that satisfy your curiosity? I wish you would get to work and stop asking ridiculous questions." Through half-closed eyes, Mamoru watched Usagi flutter around the office. He leaned back in her chair and admired her figure in a delicious pink suit. 'What a woman she's become.' She stopped and shot daggers at him.

"Chiba, get to work." He laughed.

"I think I will enjoy working with you, Usako." Usagi rolled her eyes. Her office door opened.

"Omigosh! What are you two doing together?"

I remembered this one time I wore odangos to school. My crush was the only person who knew what they were and teased me.

He was my Mamo-chan: sigh:

Ah, who is the mystery person? Who knows? Chapter Three soon! I promise!