"So, Mamoru, what do you want for your birthday?" Furuhata Motoki smiled at his best friend, leaning casually over the counter but prepared to jump away if the man decided to give him a slap across the back of the head, Mamoru was quick at things like that."Hn" was his only answer from the raven haired man sat across from him. Motoki sighed, it had always been hared to get his friend to talk about that sort of thing, poor Mamoru had grown up in an orphanage and never celebrated any holiday.

"Aww, Come on man! You need to give me more then that" The blond sighed deeply at his friend, it was never easy to get an answer from Mamoru if he didn't want to answer, he was one of those stubborn people with unknown intelligence that played dumb around people but secretly were plotting to take over the world or something similar.. it was always the quiet ones...

"You know I don't celebrate my birthday.. I don't really know a specific date either" Mamoru looked back to the other with a frown then turned azure eyes back to the book before him "The complete works of Shakespeare". Motoki was sure he wouldn't know the word fun if it slapped him in the face.

"Mamoru, Please?"

"Please what, Motoki?"

"Me?" Motoki grinned for a moment before trying again "Please tell me what you want for your birthday"

"Motoki..." Mamoru set down his book, closing it silently "There is nothing that I want that anyone could get me. Just give me a cup of coffee and we'll call it even, ok?" He looked at his friend, slightly annoyed at the blonde's insistent attempts of trying to get him something. He really didn't like birthdays, they held no memories so there was no point him really celebrating them.

"But you get a cup of coffee every morning!" The blond whined, head dropping onto the counter for a moment as he let out a sigh. He straightened back up and reached for a cloth.. 'Dirtied the counter! must wipe, wipe, wipe away those germs!' The blond quickly scrubbed at the counter where his forehead had been moments earlier while Mamoru sat back, a brow raised in concern. He made a mental note to take Motoki to the therapist some time, his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder was really taking the biscuit .

"Then give me a free cup of coffee and we're even" Mamoru smiled feeling it was a good compromise. Motoki however did not

"But you ALWAYS get a free cup of coffee on your birthday, Christmas and any other holiday for that matter"

"Then give me two?"

"Mamoru. What. Do. You. Want?" Motoki growled frustrated, biting out his words whilst Mamoru just blinked.

"Nothing... You... Can... Give... Me" Mamoru glared back as he spoke slowly, trying to get the point across.

"Mamoru"

"Motoki"

"Mamoru"

"Motoki"

"Mamoru"

"Motoki"

"Argh just tell me damn it!" Motoki slammed his fist against the counter, growling audibly at the raven haired man who was taking a sip from his abandoned coffee cup. The poor man, he should never have put it down, he should never have answered either because as he put it down he looked to the other and said "No". The blond snapped further and lunged forwards, grabbing his friend by his pink shirt and yanking him from his seat so he was bent over the counter. Mamoru found himself, for once, scared. Scared of Furuhata Motoki, the cute and loveable blond. Oh how the world had turned if Chiba Mamoru was for once scared.

"Mamoru, tell me now or you're banned" At this Mamoru opened his mouth to speak but a narrowing of Motoki's eyes told him to keep quiet. " No arcade means No Coffee, AND" He emphasised "No Odango", The thought of not having either of those things made the raven haired man slump, a slight whimper leaving him as the Blond set him back in his seat.

"So? Are you going to tell me or do I have to ban you?"

"Blackmailer.."

"Fine, if that's what you choose"

"No, No! I'll tell!"

"Good Boy" Motoki grinned and patted Mamoru on the head causing the raven haired man to blanch slightly, eyebrow raised. So he needed to talk to the therapist about that aswell. Looking around carefully, Mamoru saw that there was no Tsukino Usagi "Odango" around. It's not that he didn't want her around, far from it actually.. he just didn't want her to hear this. He'd had a thing for the sixteen year old for quite some time although being almost twenty himself, he didn't really think she'd like him, with the age difference and all, little did he know...

Leaning over the counter, he smiled at his friend, somewhat shyly , moving to whisper into his ear

"One thing..."

Author's notes:

Haha, Sorry.. Two chapters in one day for you all, Yay. I got off my lazy butt for once. Anyways, I've written the prologue and the first three chapters. I think there will be about six in total but that's just a guess. It's kind of a follow on from Mokoti's gift or at least similar themed I guess

Anyways, Enjoy! The muses all say Hi

Baka-Mu: Fool, I say Hello, not Hi.. Dear audience, I apologise for this fool and her writing if it Really really sucks then..Jase-mu bounces in and glomps Baka-mu grinning manically Jase!

Jase-Mu: Baka!

Duo-mu: That's Hee-mu's line

Hee-Mu: -Grabs a mallet and bonks the other Muses over the head- Bakas

Meg: I lo..-Hee-Mu hits Meg over the head-

Hee-Mu: Ok, that's enough of the crazyness for today folks, Enjoy and sleep well.. Please ignore the idiot muses and the strange writer. .She's suffering Van guy withdrawl.. you'll find out in the next chapter