Something's Missing
#28 Same Old Song and Dance, 100 words

Mamoru walked to the university in perfect weather, listening to children playing and birds singing cheerily.

Something's missing.

He earned the highest marks his last report and fortunately checked out the last mythology book from the library.

And I don't know what it is.

At Crown, Mamoru finished 50 pages and set the Sailor V high score by the time he finished his coffee.

Something's missing, and I don't know what it is.

Mamoru walked, his nose buried in his book when he felt a thump against his chest. He saw two golden Odangos lumped on the ground with embarrassment.

Usagi, the Lumberjack
#86 Tackle, 100 words

I don't play football, nor a 200 pound lumberjack about to wrestle a grizzly bear. I'm Tsukino Usagi, a young woman. I can't help it if I'm sometimes late (okay, always late), and I certainly can't help it if that Mamaoru-baka takes up the whole sidewalk with his egotistical fat head. I can't help it if I love seeing his face everyday, even if those deep blue eyes glare in distaste. If only, one day, I could run into those arms and not into another squabble…

Breathe, Usagi!

I've got to tackle these feelings before I can tackle him again.

Blossoms
#67 Weeping Willow

Mamoru stared at the woman weeping on her knees under, ironically, a weeping willow. He never meant to tease her to make her cry.

Usagi buried her face in her hands, ashamed tears showed. She was stronger than this! Why did he dislike her?

Mamoru touched her shoulder. Golden tendrils draped over Usagi's face, and suddenly, he felt the urge to hold, care, protect, and love her like no man before.

Usagi wrapped her arms around Mamoru's thick chest. She nuzzled her face against it, and Mamoru dared to kiss her forehead. Here, an understanding blossomed under the willow's caress.

Compliments
#24 Dragonfly, 100 words

"Odango Atama, why do you plague me as you do?" asked Mamoru innocently. "You're like, a dragonfly…"

Motoki almost dropped his latest ice cream creation. "You're comparing Usagi to…a 'horse-stinger'?"

Mamoru shrugged.

"Dragonflies are symbols of strength, happiness, and victory," interrupted Mizuno Ami as she looked up from her latest textbook.

"In your face, Baka!" laughed Usagi before she returned to sipping her shake happily.

Mamoru grinned at Motoki, who as usual, was confused by today's daily duel. "You could have called her a beautiful butterfly or something."

His friend only shook his head. "She's much more unique than that."