Romantic Rendezvousing: 25 Romantic Themes

By: Bunny

The Romance Themes List Drabble Challenge

#2 love letters

December 4, 2005

Words: 1241

Chiba Mamoru observed Tsukino Usagi sitting on a stool at the counter in the Crown Arcade, her legs swinging haphazardly and her head tilting from side to side. Every minute or so, she would write something furiously, scribble it out, rip the paper off the notebook she was using, wad it up into a ball and deposit the paper ball next to her on the counter.

'What in the world is she up to this time?' he wondered. After watching her routine for a good ten minutes from the distance that are the doors to the arcade, he finally made his way over to her and casually sat in the stool next to her. He sat, and he watched and he waited.

Nothing.

He turned his body towards her and rested the side of his head on his propped up arm, and still…nothing. Usagi continued to write, scribble, wad, deposit. 'Whatever she's doing, she sure is focused on it completely,' Mamoru marveled.

In all the time he had known the spirited blonde, never had she failed to recognize his presence, so needless to say, Mamoru was feeling a little put out.

'Drastic times call for drastic measures,' he said to himself as he reached the few inches between himself and the closest deposited wad of paper. 'Maybe if I just have a look…' he reasoned as he began to unwrap the paper.

When I look at you, my heart flutters out of my chest and my st

"HEY!" came an indignant and very female yell from his right as the paper was roughly snatched from his hand.

Mamoru looked up into furious blue eyes, completely focused on him and he held back a mischievous grin.

"What do you think you're doing?" Usagi continued as she re-crumpled the paper, threw down her pen, turned her body towards him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why, Meatball Head, I didn't know you wrote love letters," Mamoru teased.

Usagi frowned, "so you did read it."

"Sure did, sounded pretty funny to me," he added.

"Mamoru, you are such a big, stupid, jerk!" Usagi blew up at him. Snatching the re-crumpled paper, she un-crumpled it and Mamoru watched her eyes briefly scan through the half sentence it contained. "Well, at least this one wasn't too bad," he heard her breath out in a low whisper to herself.

"So tell me Meatball Head, who are you writing a love letter to hmm?" Mamoru prodded. He couldn't help himself; it was just a bit too silly to him.

Furious eyes met his again, "that's none of your business!"

"Oh, I know – it's Motoki isn't it? Sorry to break it to you, but he has a girlfriend," Mamoru said a bit too gleefully.

Usagi's eyes narrowed at him in annoyance. "Motoki? Give me a break, I haven't even looked at him twice, since…" she paused and looked decidedly uncomfortable.

"Since?" Mamoru prodded.

"Since…sometime," Usagi lamely finished. "Anyways, it's none of your business you stupid jerk!" she added.

Mamoru started to feel a slight clenching in his stomach. It was ok for Usagi to think his best friend was cute and have a schoolgirl crush on him. Well, it was more like something he could live with, because he knew nothing would ever come of it and that Usagi would get over it. But some other guy, and one that makes her write sappy love letters, was a whole other story. Yes, this needed to be nipped in the bud.

"So who is this guy anyways?" he asked.

"I already told you I'm not going to tell you!" Usagi said.

"But maybe I can help, I am a guy after all," Mamoru found himself saying.

Usagi bit her lower lip in thought and then shaking her head said, "no way – that's just…it's inappropriate! It takes away from the letter if someone helps me with this! I'm trying to write from my heart," she explained.

Mamoru held his features in tightly, trying desperately not to frown. Meatball Head sounded pretty serious about this schmuck. Yes, he was a schmuck, because nobody deserves HIS Usako! Nobody.

"All right fine then, I'll give you a tip, seeing as I'm a guy and I know what guys like," Mamoru relented. "Keep it short and sweet, most guys don't enjoy reading a lot," he explained.

"Oh, but I'm sure that he does," Usagi confided.

Mamoru raised an eyebrow in doubt, "are you sure?"

"Well, I see him with books…" she said.

"Just how well do you really know this guy? Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"I know him plenty well, I spend time with him all the time!" she defended.

"You do? So I must know this guy then," he said.

Usagi frowned. "Fine, I'll keep it short, see you later baka," Usagi said as she stood and turned back to the counter to collect her mess.

As she turned to leave, Mamoru found himself grasping her arm to keep her there, even if just for a moment longer. Was he really about to lose her to some nameless no-good schmuck? Was he really going to just let her walk away like that to write some love letter to some guy? "Wait, Usagi," he said.

She turned startled eyes up to him.

"Do you really love this guy?" he asked.

Usagi smiled up at him and he could see the love reflected in her eyes. "Oh, yes, absolutely," she answered.

Defeated, Mamoru let her go and giving him another smile Usagi left the arcade.

He slumped over onto the counter.

An hour or so later, Mamoru was pacing back and forth in his living room. This was a nightmare! What was he to do about his sweet Usako? Something had to be done! 'That's it! I'm going after her,' he finally concluded. He walked determinedly to his door and grasping the handle in his hand, he looked down to slip his shoes on, only to find…

A letter.

There was a letter slid under his door, with cute little hearts and roses stickers on it. 'Could it possibly be…?' he wondered in utter amazement. Deftly he bent down and retrieved the red envelope and tore at the side to open it, shaking out the letter into his left hand. Dropping the envelope to the floor, he unfolded the letter with shaky hands.

Dear Mamoru,

I have a confession to make; I've discovered that I'm hopelessly in love with you. I don't want us to fight anymore. I know this is probably very shocking to you and I'm just a silly jr. high schoolgirl in your eyes, but I hope that we can at least call a truce and try being friends? Of course, I hope someday you can see me as more than that, but I will content myself with waiting for now. I really felt that you needed to know how I felt about you and I tried my best to keep it simple and sweet, just like you said.

I love you, Mamoru.

Tsukino Usagi

Shocked, Mamoru walked slowly back through his living room and made his way to his bedroom. Placing Usagi's letter carefully down on his desk and resolving to frame it later, he pulled back his chair and sat. He took out a piece of blank notepaper from off his shelf and took out a pen from his pen case.

My Dear Usako,