Every SM Lovestory

Hi everyone! Here's the next achey breaky chapter. Updates'll be a little bit slower after this, since I'm back at school, but probably just a few chapters left! Thanks everyone for reviewing, I can't believe it! you guys are great, and I oughtta praise you like I should. (and i will! see below)

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Chapter 5: Deep Thoughts

Mamoru and Usagi cruised into the parking garage below the former's apartment. Mamoru locked the motorcycle and pried a frigid Usagi off his bike. "C'mon', he said soothingly. "We've just got to get to the elevator, and then we'll be almost there…"

"My house is probably still closer than your place at this point," she muttered, teeth chattering.

"What was that?"

"Uh… carry me?" Usagi smiled sweetly. Mamoru tried to ignore the school of fish flopping around in his stomach and picked her up, princess-style. Usagi tried to ignore the tingling in her body as he pulled her close to his chest.

'Must be frostbite,' she groaned. 'Just my luck. Although, there could be worse ways to go…' she shook her head to clear her brain. 'Stoppit, Usagi-hentai! He's your enemy!" She was thinking so hard that she almost didn't notice Mamoru staggering under her weight.

"Uh, Usagi?" he croaked, dragging himself and his petite odangoed burden forward another valiant step, "Do you think you could walk, just a little? You're actually—" he wheezed— "really, really heavy."

"Hey!" she cried indignantly. "what're you trying to say? Maybe if you did more besides drink coffee and read books and make hostile facial expressions, you'd have BIGGER ARMMUSCLES!"

Mamoru retorted, "Well, maybe you could cut it down to just THREE milkshakes a day instead of, I dunno, TWELVE?"

Usagi's blue eyes flashed. "Are you saying I'm fat!?"

Mamoru responded without thinking, "YES!"

By this time they were in the elevator. The metal doors closed with a clang. Mamoru set Usagi down upon the cold linoleum floor. It was only then he noticed that her eyes were tearing up.

'Oh, man… did I go too far this time? I mean, it's just a game—she never takes what I say seriously—I just do it because she's so cute when she's mad…her face turns all red, and her mouth scrunches up, and her eyes cross, and steam comes out of her ears, and her cheeks kind of puff out, and she foams at the mouth a little…" he sighed inwardly. 'it's just so cute…'

From the floor, Usagi hiccupped.

Immediately concerned, Mamoru knelt beside her.

"Odango, I never meant to hurt you," he said, hesitantly reaching his hand to her shoulder, "not even that time when I threw that stool at you at the arcade, or hit you in the eye with that Sailor V doll…"

Usagi batted his hand away and curled up, her arms wrapped fiercely around her knees.The little roomwas quiet for a few moments, before Usagi started to speak.

"When I was little," she began, her voice choked up with emotion, "I had this little bunny rabbit, called Fatty. He was the perfect pet, so round and adorable…and he never talked or gave me advice or screamed about how I wasn't fulfilling my Sailor duty…" At Mamoru's confused expression, she continued hurriedly.

"Right, so, one day I brought him to school for show-and-tell, and one of the kids, this stupid boy named Freddie, yelled, "Haha, it's named Fatty, and it looks just like you! 'Rabbit of the Moon!' You're a Fatty Bunny too!"

She sniffled. Mamoru looked on with sympathy.

"The nickname stuck. They called me "Fatty Bunny" for years. Eventually it just became 'Bunny'. People still call me that, you know." She buried her head in her lap. "So thanks for the comments, jerk."

Mamoru was a little bit stunned. Perhaps she wasn't as carefree as he had thought. "I didn't really mean it," he said, stuttering a little. "When I was little… my dad was an ex-axe-murderer. Reformed, i mean. My mother was a mime. So I'm not really very good at… expressing my feelings…"

"Oh…" said Usagi, turning abruply and gazing into his watery blue eyes. "That's so sad! Are your parents here, at your apartment? I've never had a conversation with a real live mime before…"

"No, actually. They're dead. They died when I was six."

Somewhere, a green-haired woman was playing a violin.

"Did he… axe-murder her?" Usagi asked, in a hushed voice.

"Not exactly," answered Mamoru quietly. "Car accident."

"Oh."

She scooted a little closer to him.

The elevator was silent.

"Say…Mamoru-baka… have you noticed… we're not moving?"

"Wha…?" He looked sharply up at the keypad. Sure enough, no buttons were lit. "Shoot. Okay, Usagi, don't panic, we'll call a maitenence person, I'm sure they'll come help us—don't panic…"

"GYAAAAHHH!" Usagi began banging frantically on the elevator walls. "Helllp, help! I'm trapped in an elevator with a guy with bad fashion sense and a family history of insanity!!" she yelled.

"Thanks for the confidence, Odango Atama," Mamoru growled. He pulled the alarm, and sirens began going off. "Ok, they're bound to hear that, should be down soon. We don't know how long it'll take, so…" he noticed that Usagi was shivering and put an arm around her.

"What're you doing, Baka?"

"Body warmth! You'll get sick, it'll be terrible, so we should get as close as possible." They scrunched together. Usagi sniffled again.

"You're soaked!" Mamoru said, noticing her bedraggled state. "We should probably take our clothes off, and—"

"Hentai!! What're you thinking!? This fic is only rated—" her eyes panned upwards towards the — "PG! We can't do that!"

His eyes turned from their usual cool blue to something darker.

"Oo!" she said, immediately entranced. "You've got, like, mood eyes! That was soo cool, do it again!"

"I can't."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease!" she whined.

"No."

They sat for a few minutes in companionable silence.

"You know…" began Mamoru tentatively. "I like the name 'Bunny'. I think it suits you." She harrumphed. "Aw, c'mon, Odango, I'm not saying that in the somewhat near future you're gonna have a kid with red rabbit-like eyes, or anything, but it's kind of cute! Usa-ko." He said softly. "My little bunny."

Usagi was startled. "Did you just call me… Usa-KO? Like… 'Usa' plus 'K.O.', for 'Knockout'? You think I'm a knockout?!" Her light blue eyes shone, like mirrors in a well-lit funhouse.

Mamoru chuckled nervously and said, "that's not what I… I mean, well, yes, sort of…"

Usagi leaned against him and sighed with happiness. "Oh, Muffin," she said.

"What did you just call me?!" cried Mamoru, shifting his weight on the hard floor.

"Not you, Mamo-chan! I was thinking about food. I've got a muffin waiting for me at home, and I'm huuuungry…"

Mamoru groaned, the moment lost, and he turned to find his face very close to that of the little blonde stomach-on-wheels. "Usako…" he whispered, leaning closer.

"Mamo-chan…" she whispered, her hatred of the man mellowing into something very different...

Maybe... dislike?

At that moment, the elevator doors slid open to reveal the face of a very pissed-off elevator repair person. The hand holding a crowbar shook with annoyance. "Alright, kids, it's 'fixed'. You're 'safe'. You can go upstairs. And next time, when you get stuck in this thing," he scowled, pointing at the unlit elevator keypad. "try pushing a button."

He shoved the crowbar into his overalls and lumbered away, muttering "damn kids" under his breath.

Mamoru and Usagi looked at each other, faces scarlet. They had never left the garage floor. Mamoru silently pushed the floor 9 key and the metal doors slid shut. The elevator began to rise.

So did a lump, in Mamoru's throat.

To be continued….

Nothing like a terrible metaphor to keep a story going :)

e-chan: pretty name! Thanks for the consistent reviews. I love motorcycles :)

veggie's lover: another vegitarian? Hurray! Thanks!

Amarie: Gosh, thank you! What wonderful things to say! It's true, Mamoru's fashion sense can be pretty horrendous, especially when he delves into pink...and yellow shudder>

Meg-of-The-Moon: haha, Mamoru as spidey, or daredevil...hmm...Actually, they gave him leather jackets in the live action version alot, and he looked pretty cute.

Kaika1221: thank you for the tip, I wish i could say it was another clever joke, but I messed up. I'll change it as soon as I get the chance!

Firebirdflame: Phew, good thing I live in a cave farunderground, with molepeople,so you can't find me with satellite technology... I mean, heh heh (wave's Minako's bow in face) "Forget... foooorgeet..."

sexylucifer: glad you're enjoying it!

yunyin: thanks! great ideas, i'm not sure i can squeeze a dance into this guy...but maybe a sequel? winks>

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