Dinner

Disclaimer: Last time I looked, I wasn't the author of an uber-famous anime/manga, so I guess I don't own anything already copyrighted

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?

With the stupid midterm reviews and annoying family members, I haven't been on the Internet for two weeks. Thanks for the reviews! This was supposed to be up last week with three new chapters but I had to babysit so only one chapter

Did NOT find my mamoru's number (some annoying kid's number instead)! His birthday is today, though…

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Babby-C: Thanks for the advice!

"Why'd you close your eyes, Usa? You didn't actually think I was going to kiss you!" Usagi widened her eyes on Mamoru's mocking ones. She felt herself turning pink. "Ah, you look so cute when you blush…" Mamoru winked at her. Well, she couldn't lie herself out of this mess so she thought it better to ignore what just happened. With her nose in the air, she went to her filing cabinet and pretended to be absorbed with client files. After all, ignorance was bliss. Or so they say.

"Even if you did try to kiss me I'd just slap you." Usagi stuck her tongue out.

"Just an excuse to touch me, eh? I know you want me. I still remember that day when…"

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FLASHBACK (Eighth Grade)

Mamoru's POV

That meatball head Usagi was in my French class for two years. But this year she was a lot cuter. She always sits in the corner with her stupid friend, Makoto. Makoto and I "went out" twice. Well, the "relationship" lasted like five seconds. I think Usagi thought we were serious. Anyway, Usagi was in the corner talking about "rats" with Makoto so I thought I'd say something to piss her off.

"What, Usagi? You want me to bit you?" I grinned at her. Only she didn't say anything back because she was too busy blushing-

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"That is not true!" Usagi interrupted Mamoru. "I was in such a shock that I was speechless."

"Usako, your face was so red-"

"Obviously, because I was mad!"

"As much as you try you can't deny the love."

"Did you get that from Minako? I know you did because she always says something like that."

"Look, Usagi. I think we're a bit old to be playing games."

"Games?" Usagi peered at Mamoru over her eyeglasses.

"Yes," he sighed in exasperation. "Like you wearing those grandmotherly glasses to try to keep me at bay."

"What? I need these glasses."

"You have 20/20 vision."

"How would you know?"

"My best friend is your doctor, you know."

"So?"

"There you go again trying to evade the subject. I like you, I know you like me. So what's stopping us from going on a date?"

"Lots of things, Mamoru."

"Is it because you liked Motoki?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like him? My gosh, it's Mina who likes him."

"Excuse me?" Minako stuck her head in their office.

"Hey, Mina, Usagi won't go on a date with me."

"How could she resist you especially in that Armani suit? Usa, you know you can't say no to a man in a suit." She winked at Usako.

"Mina, tell her that she has to go on a date with me."

"Usa, you have to go out with Mamo."

"Excuse me? I have to go? Since when do I take orders around here?" She smooth out her D&G pants. "Fine, but Motoki and Mina have to come with us. Or else nothing at all."

"You told him?" Minako looked incredulous.

"We all know, Mina. Besides maybe Motoki likes you."

"Mamo, who cares about Motoki? I can't wait to see what you two will be up to. See you guys tonight." As Mina sauntered out the doorway, Mamo turned in his chair toward Usagi.

"So the seduction begins tonight."

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Later, that afternoon Usagi razed her closet going through countless pairs of shoes and dresses. Finally, she resorted to calling Rei.

"Rei, help me!"

"Oh, now you know my number, Usa? Why should I help you?

"Because I'm going on a date with Mamo and I don't know what to wear!"

"Mamo as in Mamoru? Love of your life? Chiba? The one who you eulogised on your website hoping he had a happy birthday when you-"

"Yes!"

"Well, then how could I not help you? But promise me that this time you won't let him get away."

"Rei, get off the phone already!"

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"Yes, the orange-pink dress with the pink pumps looks great."

"Are you sure it's not too loud?"

"You want to make a impression right?"

"Yeah, Rei, but I don't want to look too available."

"Well, you are and you've always been so stop acting like it." Usagi twirled around in front of her mirror. Rei had styled her hair in loose curls and gave her a natural look with the makeup. "Now, wear simple diamond studs because you don't want to take away from the beauty of the dress. That's why I made your makeup so light. You don't want to look like some gaudy call girl."

"You mean like you Rei?"

"I'll let that slip tonight. Now before I leave promise me you won't play any more games."

"You know I can't help it, Rei. It's part of who I am."

"No! I keep telling you and Mina to stop playing around. Just be real."

"And make myself vulnerable?"

"Look, do whatever the hell you feel like. Just don't come crying to me when the cycle repeats itself."

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"Hey, doesn't that guy look like Orlando Bloom?"

"Usagi! Remember you promised not to talk about him in my presence!"

"Sorry, Mina. Well, I really wasn't."

"Hi, Minako. You look lovely this evening. Usagi." Usagi looked up at Mamoru and Motoki, who trailed behind him.

"Well, aren't you even going to comment on my dress, Mamoru?" Usagi give him a look.

"It's interesting. So Motoki and I were just talking about the last time we all hung out together."

"Let's see, Mamoru… that was oh, never. Correct me if I'm wrong." Minako rolled her eyes. As the quartet made their way toward their table, Usagi admired Minako in a black cocktail dress, sauntering confidently as men turned their heads as she walked by.

"You're making quite a show, Minako," Usagi whispered softly.

"The same as you, girl."

"No, I'm not."

"It's just that you possess a virginal purity so the men feel bad about ogling you but believe me, they're panting after you."

"Let's just make it through this dinner."

"Hurry up, ladies," Motoki called back to them. Minako and Usagi realised they were far behind Mamoru and Motoki. They were already talking to the hostess.

"Chiba, party of four." Mamoru gave the hostess an appreciative wink and continued in his sexy drawl. "Have you two ever been here before, Minako?"

"Yes, once. Except it was rather embarrassing."

"Why?" Motoki suddenly seemed interested in the fact that Usagi and Minako existed.

"Well," Usagi began. "I had reserved our table under Bloom, party of four."

"Let me guess, the guy that plays Legolas in Lord of the Rings?" Mamoru rolled his eyes.

"Yes! Anyway, when the hostess called out 'Bloom, party of four' I had forgotten that I reserved the table under Bloom so we lost our table and didn't find out for two hours."

"And also, we got dumped by our dates." Minako shot Usagi a dirty look. Mamoru and Motoki looked at each other solemnly and broke into uncontrollable laughter. "It really isn't that funny."

"I can't believe you guys are that stupid to just sit there and not even ask what happened to your table!" Motoki wiped his eyes.

"Like you guys have never done anything stupid."

"Actually…" Mamoru looked about thoughtfully. "Nope, we haven't.'

"Oh, please!"

"Tell him about one of the many times he screwed up, Usagi!"

"Oh, I will! I got stories. Like that one time you were in French class cussing me out, calling me a slut and a bitch and as you turned to walk away, you tripped over your pants and fell on your face right in front of me!" Minako and Usagi giggled loudly, much to the annoyance of the other diners. "I told you, Mamoru, that one day you'd bow down to me." Just then, the hostess came.

"Hello, Mr. Chiba. Your table is ready."

"Thanks, Diane."

"Hmm, I thought her nametag said Miss Delaney."

"What jealous, Usagi?" Usagi snorted.

"Mamoru, what kind of table did you get us?" Motoki's eyes widened in shock.

Sorry I had to end it there because I'm hungry, tired, and freaking PMSing (sorry for the lack of indiscretion).