Thunderstorm

A/N: Being busy is awful. I don't know how I got through the brunt of my summer without writing. Maybe that's why I'm so emotional? Not enough output? Ah, well. Enough of me-here's the next drabble!

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With a flash of lightening the lights at the arcade flicker and what few patrons that remain in the hell dubbed the largest thunderstorm of the decade gasp as all the game machines reboot. For the third time in the past hour. I shake my head and stare into my coffee cup Motoki has thankfully kept full during my stay. Sure, I could have stayed in the safety of my own home. But this way I'm not alone and I have the somewhat pleasant company of an annoyed, damp Motoki.

There's only one thing that could make this stay more enjoyable. But I will never admit it; not out loud nor ever. The day I admit enjoying the presence of Odango Atama will be the day the earth stops spinning.

Crash.

This time the lights stay down for a good ten seconds. When they go back up two guests decide now that it is the best time to vacate the arcade before things get worse. Because, they will. They always do.

"I hope Usagi-chan isn't out there today."

Motoki's voice brings me back from my thoughts of the impending doom of the storm and I cock an eyebrow. "Nani? Why? She's a big girl; she can survive a little storm, can't she?"

The blonde in front of me shakes his head a frown settling on his face. "Sure, she can handle herself. I mean, she can take you on without breaking a sweat." My lips involuntarily twinge at the mention of our constant bickering. Of course that's the example. "But Usagi-chan is terrified of lightning. Always has from what I can tell."

"A little bunny can't take a storm? You learn something new everyday about that girl," I deadpan, looking back at my coffee. It's cold now but I take a sip anyway. My cringe at the temperature allows me to hide my displeasure at knowing Usagi could easily be huddled somewhere in that storm. Alone. Scared.

"Can you be a little more cold hearted, Mamoru? This is serious!"

I open my mouth to give a half-assed retort about why we shouldn't worry about Usagi when Motoki's cell lets out a shrill ring. We both jump this time as the power once again falters. The last of the customers leave, leaving us alone in the still dark arcade.

"Hello?"

Motoki's face pales as he listens to the voice on the other line. I can't hear who's talking but it must be bad. He never gets this worked up about anything. Ever. "Usagi-chan, calm down. You're going to put yourself into shock."

U-Usagi?

"I'll be right there with help."

He hardly has time to hang up and look me in the eye before I'm on my feet, my hands clutching the edge of the counter. "What's wrong?" I can't hide the tremble in my voice as my heart pounds fast in my chest. The thought of my Odango hurt makes my body go numb. This can't be happening.

Narrowing his eyes, Motoki shoves his phone in his pocket and reaches for his keys and his umbrella. "I thought you didn't care."

"Where is she?" I seethe, ready to strangle my friend with or without the information about Usagi. I'll find her myself if I have to. Anything to protect her. The last thing I want is to lose my precious love.

"The park. She sprained her ankle and is stuck-where are you going?"

I've never run faster in my life. Not as Tuxedo Mask. Not as myself. "I'm going to go save her!" I shout to Motoki. "I'm going to save her," I breathe to myself, praying that I'm going to make it in time.

My heart breaks more and more every time I see her cry.

I hate thunderstorms.

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A/N: Strange character progression? Or is it just me?

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