Ciao tutti! Here's some sap, or at least pre-sap, that we'll call 'emotional development'. Please let me know if you've got any ideas where this story can go! (just a few chapters left). I guarantee you a big shiiny footnote! Lots of love for you guys and for vacation, while it lasts.
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A car
A watch
A saxophone
Sailor Moon
CHAPTER FOUR: Sweet, Sweet Plottage
"For the last time, Odango Atama, I am not Batman!"
"Deny it all you want, Bruce."
With a grin, Usagi added, "I've always wondered…what's it like to have a butler?"
Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Listen, if I were really Batman, why would I be standing in the middle of the park playing Frisbee with an idiotic—how old are you?—twelve year old girl?"
Usagi fumed. Catching the Frisbee in one hand, she threw it back at Mamoru with surprising dexterity. "I am NOT twelve! I'll have you know, Baka, that I am somewhere between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, depending on how pervvy you want to be!"
AN: your preference, reader! Totally up to you. (potentially 'Ew').
She caught the red plastic disk again and threw it with a vengeance, almost slicing off the tall man's hand. "We can't all be middle-aged and stodgy like you are! And besides," she said, casually backflipping and catching it again, this time between her legs, "I wasn't the one who parked the motorcycle and stole the Frisbee from a little kid to begin with!"
Mamoru squinted and caught the disk that was hurtling towards him at alarming speeds. "I didn't STEAL it! I traded it for my shirt." He narrowed his eyes again; Usagi's throwing style reminded him of something…but what? Lost in thought, he didn't notice the enormous crowd of women staring enraptured at his muscular chest.
"Ya know, for an uncoordinated klutz, you're pretty good at this," Mamoru said, as Usagi did three cartwheels and a back handspring before catching the Frisbee neatly between her fingers.
She smiled. "Thanks, I get a lot of practice."
"Are you on the ultimate Frisbee team at school?"
'No, I fight monsters in short skirts.' Usagi giggled. "Yeah, you could say that. The hardest part is not making speeches every time I throw this thing!"
"Huh?"
"Er, nothing. How about you? Any sports?" 'Good grief, are we having a civilized conversation?' she wondered.
Mamoru grinned. "Sort of. I like throwing…"—'shoot, how do I put this…foliage?!'—"darts."
Usagi snickered. "Trust a dork like you to play such a lame sport!"
"Hey! I also play a mean round of croquet!"
At that moment, a flash lit up the sky. There was a tremendous boom. And it started raining...
Usagi screamed.
"Thunder! I HATE THUNDER! WAAAHHHHHH!!!" She screamed for so long that she ran out of breath and passed out.
"Odango! Usagi! Stay with me!" he ran to her body as she collapsed and cradled her head against his chest. Lucky head. He shook her gently. "Daijobu? Ogenki desca?"
Usagi's eyelashes fluttered. "Huh? Daijobawhatty? What'd you say?"
"Sorry…it just popped out. Are you ok?" He touched her forehead. "Oh my gosh, you're burning up! Here, I'll take you to my place, your home is too far."
"Actually, I live a block away, my house is right over there—" Usagi whispered, pointing.
"There's no time!" Mamoru cried. The rain was getting heavier. "There's no choice! I've got to take you to my apartment! It's about twenty minutes away from here!!"
"Seriously, Mamoru-baka, I live right around the corner, makes way more sense—"
"shh, don't try to talk! I'll take you to my place, it's the only way! Quickly," he hoisted her onto his motorcycle before jumping on himself. "Grab onto my sopping wet muscular bare chest!"
Usagi considered her options, wrapped her arms around her very attractive enemy, and shut up.
AN: Sigh. Siiiiigh…..
The ride through the pouring rain on the back of Mamoru's bike was not one she'd ever forget.
The End.
...of feminism.
PSYCHE! can't end it there!
Even Queen Beryl wouldn't be that mean. (Nehelenia might, tho).
Usagi and Mamoru sped through the storm. His black hair whipped backwards in the wind and tangled with her odangoes. His blue eyes flashed in the darkening sky. Usagi's lighter eyes widened in realization.
'Black hair, blue eyes, motorcycle, bad 80s fashion sense…why didn't I realize before!'
"I know your real secret identity now, Baka!" she cried against the fierce wind. "You can't hide the truth from me… Speedracer!"
Mamoru groaned. "Yep, you got me."
The End…. of the chapter, boo yeah!
Sorry it was a bit short. But you know what's coming!
Boy plus girl plus apartment plus storm? There can only be one outcome:
Board games! Board games of looove.
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