Be Mine

A/N: This one's for Chibi Horsewoman! Happy Valentine's Day!

SUPER Late fic. I kind of just got home tonight. Oh wells, tonight is night 1 of a 5 night break from school! So update ahoy!

Oh, apologies for this being a little OOC. It's supposed to be funny. Notice how I'm no good at this comedic thing.

When Tsukino Usagi walks into The Crown Arcade, she notices how everything is dreadfully wrong. Typical patrons are now paired off, happily smiling at each-other. Not just that, but a sickly sweet smell seems to be wafting through the automatic doors. And Everything. Is. Pink.

"Motoki-onii-san!" She calls out, her brows furrowing closer together with every second.

The blond haired man walks cheerfully from the back room, carrying a strawberry milkshake. "Konnichiwa Usa-chan!" He greets with a broad grin.

Usagi's blue eyes narrow. "What the heck is happening? I know pink is great and all, but this is too much. Even for you." She practically spits her words at her usually beloved brother-figure.

His eyebrow arches. "Don't tell me, you forgot," Motoki accuses, pointing a finger. And the blonde's face remains blank. "February Fourteenth?" Nothing. He sighs. "Valentine's Day?"

"Don't be stupid, onii-san, Valentine's Day isn't for another," she pauses to tick off her fingers, "Fifteen days!"

As the young girl counted, a man clad in a green jacket comes up behind her. "Don't they teach you anything in your school? Last year was a leap year. This year there are only twenty eight days in February."

She whips her head around. "Shut-up, baka!" She continues to think. And think.

"Oh."

Motoki quickly escorts the silent blonde away from the man, balancing the milkshake in his left hand. "Come on, Mamoru. Play nice. It's Valentine's Day."

The black-haired man glares. "As if I could forget. It's not as if you've been reminding me. Every. Day. Since. January." He proceeds to follow his friend and sit down at the counter. "I need a coffee."

Motoki nods, setting down the now semi-melted strawberry milkshake. "Happy Valentine's Day, Usagi-chan." He turns back to Mamoru. "Sure thing on the coffee thing." He walks back to his place behind the counter, leaving Usagi by herself. Next to Mamoru. "So, Mamoru, the gaggle of fans still after you?"

Usagi chokes on the milkshake. Mamoru? Fans?

The men pause long enough to ensure she's not, in fact, dead. "Yes. I can tell you at least five have entered this place since I arrived, too." He happily takes the white cup from his friend. "They just do not understand I'm taken."

"Taken?" Usagi asks, incredulous. "Someone actually wants to date you, Baka?"

A light pink flush appears on the dark-haired man's face, but he makes no motion to answer. "He's taken mentally," Motoki supplements, taking a pink hand towel out from under the shelf. "And he's too chicken to make things a reality!"

The blonde furrows her brows again. "Who is this girl?"

Motoki grins. "You."

. . .

"Usagi-chan, can you hear me?" Ami asks, waving her small, pale hand in front of her friend's face.

The blonde's blue eyes flicker with recognition. "Y-yeah. Yes. Totally listening, Ami-chan."

A raven-haired girl scoffs. "Be real, Odango Atama. You were totally spaced."

Usagi's blue eyes narrow. "Prove it."

Rei opens her mouth to make a retort, only to be interrupted by an ebony-haired man."Excuse me girls, I needed to talk to Odango. Alone."

Everybody's ears perk up, remembering Mamoru fidgeting in front of their normal booth. The group's eyes turn to Usagi, who is still trying to determine what just happened, before standing up to push her out of the booth.

The small girl lands with 'oof' in his arms before she rockets out of his grasp."Make it quick, she murmurs, turning away from the table and heading toward the back. Not able to comprehend the girl and her irrational actions, Mamoru follows.

He reaches her now still figure, still nervous as before. "Konnichiwa, Usagi-chan," he starts, running a hand through his hair.

The girl stares at him. "You just called me Usagi."

"It is your name, isn't it?" He panics. Was it the wrong name?

She nods, easing his nerves. Slightly. The blonde motions at the man to continue.

"Well, um..." he stammers, stuffing his hand into his pocket, "I wanted to..." He removes a small velvet box from his pocket. "To give you this." And without another word, he scampers away.

Usagi stands, glued to where her feet are. She opens the box, nervously, not knowing what to expect. A gold heart locket. She lets out a small gasp, causing the locket to open. Only to notice an inscription on the inside.

Be Mine, Odango.

"Damn you, Mamoru-baka."