6. cranky
Author: nat-chan
Rating: G for grouchy Mamoru
Beta'd by: The lovely and amazing Alicia-chan
Disclaimer: my rights over the rights to Sailor Moon are ob-sigh-yo! (that's Korean for they don't exist!)
Author's Notes: Mamoru Chiba, it occurred to me, is never in a bad mood. Just imagine if he was….
Genre: Let's say S season…..whatever season it is where they are a couple and have been for a while.
Minus the spore of course ;)
Mamoru Chiba was furious. He was enraged. He was so angry he'd gone quite silent and only his fire
and brimstone eyes gave him away.
He stormed out of what had to be the worst day of work in recorded history, and thundered
down the sidewalk toward the arcade. It was at least twenty blocks away but he didn't care.
His motorcycle had simply REFUSED to start this morning and was still at home. And he was NOT
taking the bus in a mood like this.
He went to check his watch then realized for the fiftieth time that day… it had stopped after lunch.
He continued down the sidewalk looking bleaker and blacker than he ever had before. In his mind he
enumerated the failings of the day.
First his shave gel had run out with only half his face covered. Then, his toilet had backed up.
This was followed by: the paper cut his morning paper had given him; his misplaced keys making
him late leaving; his broken Motorcycle sealing the deal for lateness; his Boss waiting angrily for
him when he arrived.
The realization when he sat down that his socks didn't match.
The more horrific realization that in his haste that morning he had forgotten to put on….underwear!
After that, it had just gone downhill….
The fax machine had jammed. The phone cord had snapped mid-conversation. The only coffee
had been decaf and someone had drunk the last cup leaving him with…shudder tea.
The filing cabinet drawer had become dislodged and landed on his foot.
A bird had flown into the twelfth storey picture window and scared him so badly as he
walked by that he spilled the wretched tea all over his shirt and pants.
Then, when he took the forbidden shortcut when filing a memo later, which he almost never
did but the day had been so bad he couldn't face the usual way, his Boss caught him and
decided to make an example out of him, by calling together the entire office and publicly shaming
him with a lecture.
Then he sat in gum.
At lunch the vending machine had eaten his dollar. The café had made him the wrong sandwich and
he hadn't realized it until he got back to the office with no time to switch it.
He had spent over an hour typing up a report only to have the computer freeze before he
remembered to save.
The Boss's obnoxious daughter had come in and flirted shamelessly with him. Again. And when
Mamoru had finally lost his temper and told her in no uncertain terms that nothing would EVER
happen between them she had burst into noisy tears…and her father had walked out to see them.
This led to his being dispatched early from work, which allowed him the only reprieve in his day: getting
to the arcade when he knew Usa would be there.
It was his only mission now. Nothing and no one would stop him. Birds changed course as he
approached. Happy couples and children scattered in his wake. The traffic light turned green
immediately in terror.
A small dog, just the kind that liked to offer that extra special "love" to the legs of innocent
bystanders headed towards him. Mamoru Chiba fixed that dog with a look and it cowered away.
Dark rain clouds began to gather overhead and Mamoru Chiba did not have an umbrella. He
glared into the sky and they dissipated, replaced by the happy, though rather frightened, sun.
Motoki glanced up as Mamoru walked into the arcade and took a fearful step backwards.
The girls looked over from their table and even Mako swallowed in alarm.
Only Usagi met that black expression with one of unabashed and oblivious joy.
"Mamo-chan!" she cried happily, abandoning her milkshake and rushing over to throw
her arms about him. "You got off early!"
When she pulled back and took a good look at his face she did not curdle in fear but
instead gave him a look reserved for boyfriends in bad moods. "Did you have a bad day?" she
asked, but it wasn't really a question.
Then she leaned up and gave him a kiss that made Motoki blush and look away.
Mamoru slowly wrapped his arms around her and when she finally pulled away that
feral look in his eyes had dulled to one that—although still enraged—was strangely pacified.
Usagi pulled him over to sit at the bar and looked expectantly from Motoki to the coffee pot until
he reacted. Then she wrapped her arms around Mamoru again and he folded up his tall frame to let
her sooth him. The look on his face clearly stated "I am receiving comfort from my girlfriend, stay away!"
Rei hid her laughter in her milkshake. She didn't think she'd ever seen him so cranky.
Usagi affectionately ran her hand under the back of his shirt to trace comforting patterns over
his skin until she gave him a pleasant shiver from the sensation. But as Motoki brought back the
coffee her hand traced lower and with a sudden blush she whispered in a scandalized
voice, "Mamo-chan, you aren't wearing underwear!"
Motoki dropped the coffee and it shattered on the floor. Mamoru fixed him with a truly
dangerous expression and Motoki held up his hands, "I-I'll get you another one pal, just
wait right there…."
"Mamo-chan!" Usagi hissed and Mamoru turned to fix her with a truly pathetic and helpless look.
"I forgot."
"You….forgot?" she giggled and he nodded, still looking sad and tragic.
She shook her head at him. What kind of day had it been for Mamo-chan to forget to
put on UNDERWEAR?
When Motoki came back with that coffee it was to hear Usagi and Mamoru speaking in
low tones. Then Usagi leaned over and whispered in Mamoru's ear and Motoki watched the
dark look fade completely from Mamoru's face to be replaced with a smile of happy anticipation.
He stood up as Usagi giggled again and took his hand warmly in her own.
"Ja ne Motoki-onii-san!" she sang out. "We're going home!"
Motoki watched after them in surprise.
Whatever she had whispered must have been good. Mamoru hadn't even noticed the coffee. It sat
abandoned on the counter as he walked out into the sun, a broad smile on his handsome face.
He was oblivious to coffee, papercuts, and all other form of distraction or irritant. All there was now,
was the warm sensation of Usa's hand in his own and her delicious promise still lingering in his ear.
Forgetting his underwear had turned out to be the luckiest part of his day.
I know I know, another naughty ending, but I just couldn't resist. Forgive the aging nat-chan minna-chan
Only girlfriends know what to whisper in their boyfriend's ear after a bad day ne?
My own Tuxedo M was recently in QUITE the grouch-fit and actually fell asleep on my bed STILL
scowling. It was the cutest thing I think I've ever seen. Poor grouchy M He inspired a fic out of me!