3. - - Hair

Playing again, Odango?

Again detention, Odango?

Odango, double chocolate shake again?

Odango..?

Odango..?

Odango!

Usagi was sick and tired of always being called Odango just because of her hair style. She loved her hair, and the style was unique and partially she was proud because she made it by herself. But if Mamoru continues like this one of them is going to snap.. So she decided to make some drastic moves.

With heavy steps she walked in the arcade, looking left and right to check for her friends, but felt instant disappointment when none of them was there. Feeling down she settled herself on one of the high stools.

"Motoki," she called him with a defeated sigh, "one vanilla shake, please."

Motoki nodded his head and turned around to the machine to make it. Mamoru waited till that moment to hold his peace, but it was obvious it was a hard task to do.

"So? Alone today," - here it comes, she thought - "Odango?"

Usagi let out a groan which soon turned to a growl and with anger grabbed her bag and opened it in haste, pulling out a long metal object. The very next moment, before he could react in any way, she was pulling her hair down out of their buns and snapped twice around her head.

Waterfalls of beautiful golden hair slowly floated through the air and finally settled around her feet. Motoki dropped the glass he was holding, stunned beyond speech, but neither heard it hitting the floor and breaking into pieces. Mamoru stared at Usagi as if she just said she was from the Moon, opening and closing his mouth like a fish on dry land in a useless try to say something.

With pride Usagi pushed the scissors back into the bag and hopped down from the stool. She raised her head and the newly cut locks of hair now barely touched her shoulders. She waved her head left and right, letting them dance with ease and making it painfully obvious how short they were. Irritation rose high in her, all directed at Mamoruwho still couldn't decide what to do, and was looking up and down from fallen hair to Usagi and back.

"Mamoru." She said and he looked her in the eyes, and her words hit him hard and straight to the point. "This will never hurt me."

She turned around with confidence and with easiness in her steps she exited the arcade, while Mamoru followed her figure with an expression of pain on his face.

...oOo...

A few months later after they stared going out, Usagi found her locks hidden away in a box Mamoru hid under his bed, and a smile of pure love danced on her face.

'Sometimes, love's worth the sacrifice.'