Ah, since my muse has come back, I've gotten about a hundred more reviews (Well…maybe only twenty, but what do you expect?) than last time! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon isn't mine…I wouldn't really care, if it weren't for the fact that Mamo-chan came with the rights.
Usagi limped into the Crown, still sore from her battle. Behind her came Mako, who was on crutches, and Ami, who was sporting a cast on her right arm. Rei's face had taken what seemed to be a permanent red tinge to it, and had a bandage wrapped around her head. Minako, the only uninjured one, smiled gleefully as she skipped after them.
"Hey, Motoki-kun! Can we all have milkshakes, please?"
The arcade owner nodded, and after a few wary glances at the girls, went to the back, Usagi flopped down on a chair.
"So why'd you call us here, Minako-chan?"
Minako grinned wickedly. "Maybe I want to see another fight!" She shook her head as they all stood, henshin wands in hand.
"No, not with me! But it was just a joke anyway! What I really want to talk about is Mamorou-san and Usagi-chan. How are we going to get them together?"
"Cheese and rice, I don't want to do this again!" Usagi screeched. They stared at her.
"Cheese and rice?" Mako smirked. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Usagi shrugged. "You can't say Jesus Christ. It's sacrilegious, and cheese and rice is better."
"Since when were you religious, Odango? You only like it cause it deals with food." Rei muttered under her breath. Before another brawl could break out, Ami held up her hand, winced as she realized it was the one in the cast, then held up the other one.
"Really, you guys, Usagi-chan and Mamorou-san obviously belong together, there's no doubt about that, but the question is: How do we get them together?"
Minako smiled. "Simple. He has black boxers."
Makoto grinned widely. "Silk black boxers."
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" Usagi cried, slamming her hands on the table. "IF MAMOROU-SAN HAS SILK BLACK BOXERS IN HIS DRAWER, AND IF I WANT TO GO OUT WITH HIM, THEN I THINK I SHOULD KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!"
There was complete and utter silence.
"Sure, announce it to the world, Odango." Rei snorted, and Usagi cracked.
"That's it! Come here, Pyro!" There was a loud scream, and they were both under the table. The remaining three senshi, even Mako, lifted their feet up so as to avoid them.
"You know, I really don't feel like doing anything this time." Mako sighed. "I mean, if Usagi-chan had waited, we would've told her what the boxers meant."
"People these days…so impatient." Minako agreed.
Ami was about to put her two cents in, when she suddenly let a foot slip, and was soon lost under the counter.
"Do you think we should save her?" Mako asked carefully. Minako peered down below, then quickly lifted her head up.
"We have to wait for Usagi to cool down first. She's getting so violent these days. Let's see if she's calm." She looked down again, and whispered, "Black silk boxers."
Minako scrambled back as Usagi emerged from underneath the table, her eyes wild, and her hair was matted with what looked like burnt marble.
Calmly, she placed her hands on Minako wrist, and looked into her eyes. "If you want me to date Mamorou-san, you have to tell me what the boxers mean."
"You want to date me, Odango?"
Once more, silence reigned supreme. Every single pair of eyes, which had previously been drawn to the battle raging at the booth, now turned to the newcomer. Mamorou stood, looking for all the world like he was innocent, with his hands in his pockets and a sly grin on his face. Usagi released Minako immediately.
'Don't do what I think you're gonna do!'
So you're back. Oh joy.
'Listen, Usagi-chan, I realize he's not the best guy in the world, but he's your soul-mate and all that jazz!'
Usagi's hands itched to wrap around Mamorou's neck, and she slid towards him. "You."
The single word instilled more fear in Mamorou then he had ever felt before. Well…maybe once. He moved back, as he remembered the first time Usagi had that wild gleam in her eyes.
'Usagi-chan, this could end up bad for you!'
"Why did you do this to me?" She hissed. "Every time you look at me, my heart is thumping (A/N: My little cousin just informed me those are the lyrics to a Britney Spears song, and though I regret deeply using words that aren't meant to be in this (I don't hate Brit, that song I hate) I refuse to change it.) like it's being operated by a trigger happy bunny!"
Mamorou gulped. "Um… Gomen nasai?"
"No sorry's accepted, Mamorou-san!" She cried, before jumping on top of him. He rolled down to the ground, and tried desperately to move her away.
"Odango—,"
"I'll kill you!" she shrieked, and he decided this was not a good way to approach the matter at all.
"Usagi-chan," didn't seem to work either, so he mustered up the courage to call her something he had only called her in his dreams.
"Usako."
The response was instantaneous. Usagi's eyes widened, and a look of disbelief crossed her face. She stopped, just as she was about to punch Mamorou's pretty little face in.
"What did you call me?"
He locked eyes with her. "Usako."
"But—but you couldn't—,"
"Couldn't what?" He grabbed her wrist, and she let him. "I guess the truth's out now, Usako. I love you."
And in the next moment, she had leaned down and captured his lips in her own. The senshi, battered and bruised except for, once more, Minako, cheered silently.
'You know, maybe your ideas aren't half bad!'
"I wish I could have filmed this!" Mako sighed regretfully. Rei nudged her, and pointed to Minako, who had removed the camera from her purse so she could film freely.
"You've been filming us!" Mako howled. "Since when?"
Minako, happily caught up in the results of their plans, shrugged. "Since the thing with the dark lords. It was quite entertaining, and I refused to miss another moment like this. The first one I made won first prize for Tokyo's funniest home videos! That's a hundred dollar prize!"
Ami growled, and they inched back. "You mean to tell us you filmed our private lives and got money for it, then didn't even bother splitting it up?" Minako nodded absentmindedly as she set the camera up on the table so it could capture every moment.
"Sure! And the best part of it is, I bought myself enough make-up to last me three lifetimes with it!"
The poor blonde never got to see the blunette henshin, until it was too late and she was stranded in a headlock. Mako was trying frantically to stop them, as they were on her injured leg.
Motoki reassured himself as he capped the strawberry drinks. He was sure the girls hadn't been arguing amongst themselves or had been abused. Usagi had probably had a major klutz attack! Nothing wrong could happen.
He smiled gleefully as he thought of the deal between him and Minako. He was sure to win. He'd even invited Mamorou over, and had prepared to launch into an outrageous story about how Usagi was moping over the fact that he might not love her. The poor guy! He would runt o comfort her of course, and Motoki would be 500 yen richer!
He whistled cheerfully as he balanced the milkshakes carefully on a tray, and pushed the door open. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
The arcade's inhabitants were rooting on a corner booth, where Ami had Minako on her back and was pulling on her arm, as Mako waved her arms above her head in pain. Mamorou and Usagi were going at it on the floor, and Rei seemed to be burning the napkins from the dispenser.
Motoki was unconscious before his head hit the floor.
I liked this one. Well, next chapter's the last one, I think. Tell me what you think, minna-chan!
