06 : Fan mail
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Tsukino Usagi walked cheerfully down the block. She couldn't wait to send the letter to her Mamoru. More importantly, she couldn't wait for his reply! It felt like eternity since she'd last seen him, or touched him, or smelled his sweet scent. Smiling, she looked down at the envelope, tightly clutched in her hand. On one side, opposite the return address, she had left a lipstick imprint of a kiss. She had also sprizted the letter with her favorite perfume - the one she always used to wear around him. Oh Mamo-chan, she sighed, holding the envelope to her chest, I wish I could be with you . . . However, she soon broke out of her melancholy thoughts when she spotted the mailbox ahead of her.
Grinning, she soon quickened her pace, breaking into a sprint. Unfortunately, she failed to notice a tall, dark haired man rounding a corner.
"Wah!" Cried Usagi as she fell to the ground, envelope soaring into the air. "Mou, that hurt . . ."
"Aa! Sorry about that. Here, let me help you up." Said a voice as a hand outstretched in front of her face, Usagi gratefully took it. "Thank you so much," she began as she felt herself being lifted from the ground, "I actually should be the one apologizing, you see . . ." She immediately stopped in mid sentence when she came face to face with the stranger. It was . . . it was the man from yesterday!
"Ja ne, Odango!"
"You!" Usagi said, but suddenly blushed with embarrassment from her sudden outburst.
"Excuse me?" He asked, confused. Removing his dark glasses, his indigo eyes suddenly brightened up at the girl who stood before him. "Odango, so we meet again! Although, you should try and be a little more safe when you walk. See what happens when you just rush ahead?"
"Me? It was you who rushed out!"
"Heh, you're a strange girl you know that?"
Usagi blinked. "And why's that?"
"Well, it's just that ordinary girls become happy when they bump into me and . . . Er, what are you doing?" He inquired upon seeing Usagi looking frantically at the ground.
"My letter! It . . . it must have fell somewhere when I bumped into you . . ."
"Oh," Said the man, a smirk spreading across his face, "You mean this? I picked it up from the ground just before I helped you up." He then pulled out a familiar pastel pink envelope from his pocket.
Usagi nodded feverently, "Yes that's it!" Reaching out she asked, in her most polite voice "Can I please have . . ."
"Ah, ah, ah!" He said teasingly, lifting the envelope high over his head. "Not until you tell me who it's for. Perhaps it's fan mail for me?"
"No, of course not. I don't even know you . . ." She said, trying to stretch her hand high enough in an attempt to snatch it back.
"Then get to know me."
She stopped suddenly, staring wide-eyed at the stranger. "What was that?"
"Uh . . . N-nothing. Nothing at all." The man stuttered, handing the letter to her. Quickly, he then put his glasses back on and began to walk hurriedly, his back facing the very bewildered Usagi. "See you, Odango. You were lucky this time."
She stood there for a few minutes, until his was finally out of view. Turning around she promptly headed over to the mailbox and dropped the letter in. What a terrible guy, she thought, how could he tease me like that? And yet . . . She looked over her shoulder, though he was long gone by now.
He's just a bit good looking!
