First and foremost: THANK YOU for all the beautiful words, people. +hugs+ Dudly, C.Shakespeare, Taxi, pheobesaphira and raye85. +hughughug+
Oops. Thank you for making me realise about the titles, Taxi. I was in a hurry and typed in the titles of this batch. ;;
Who invented drabbles? I have no idea. Someone with too much time in their hands, surely. +g+ Just as I have way too much free time, if my fanfic habit (both reading and writing) has anything to tell about it. Yes, Dudly, I have written 'complete' fanfic – does that mean that drabbles are incomplete? Heheh. Anyway, just check Leni, here at ffnet. Or kitteninthedark as a community at LJ (addy: community dot livejournal dot com slash kitteninthedark slash info)
DISCLAIMER: Standard disclaimer applies.
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029. BURIED TREASURE
Usagi scowled at the bowl. Motoki's newest idea was beyond frustrating. Why bury the cherries under all this ice-cream? She loved to eat them first! Really, more frustrating than this could only be Mamoru's taunts.
But today he was studying quietly. Ignoring her.
Usagi began stabbing the ice-cream, suddenly upset – at Mamoru or at the dessert? - when her bowl was stolen. She protested, but Mamoru had already poured the ice-cream onto a plate, freeing the cherries at the bottom, and handed the two dishes back to her. Wordlessly, he returned to his book.
Usagi gaped. Wasn't he ignoring her?
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030. BUSINESS CARD
"You!" The Odango slammed a box on the counter. "That's for you!"
Carefully, Mamoru lifted the lid, and was pleasantly surprised. Homemade choco-chip cookies. "Oh. Thank you, um, Usagi."
"What?" The use of her given name didn't register through her annoyance. "Of course it's not mine! Isn't there a card?"
There was: 'From Sukomi. Love forever.'
Mamoru frowned. "Who is Sukomi?"
"Brunette. Tall. Assaulted me outside." Usagi's glare could have melted rocks. "This is it!" She poked his shoulder. "You are giving out business cards."
"I am?"
She nodded. "Phone number, address and a note that I'm NOT your secretary!"
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031. WEAPONS
"Heard about this?" Motoki showed them the newspaper with the usual headline about this week's youma.
Usagi averted her eyes.
"Same old." Mamoru shrugged. "Those youma should come in numbers."
Motoki laughed. "They will. Especially after they discover this." He pointed to a smaller picture: a bright red rose.
Mamoru frowned.
"Yep, that's Tuxedo Kamen's secret." Motoki chuckled. "No wonder he kept it quiet. I would too, if my weapon were that girly."
Mamoru sipped his coffee. A long sip.
Usagi didn't look amused, though, glaring at Motoki reproachfully. "Those do save Sailor Moon, you know?"
Mamoru grinned to himself.
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032. RAIN AT MIDNIGHT
"A-ah-ahh-choo!"
Motoki looked concerned. "How did you get a cold in summer, pal?"
Mamoru grimaced. Rain had surprised Tokyo at midnight, but few suffered the consequences since, who else would be pulled from bed and into a downpour by Nephrite's attack?
His tuxedo and his shirt had soaked through. How had the Senshi fared? Mamoru cringed. Those outfits couldn't be healthy.
"AH-CHOO!!" Usagi sniffed and wordlessly snatched a tissue from Mamoru's box.
"You too?" Motoki turned towards the newcomer. "How?"
She seemed caught off guard. "I… er… ate too much ice-cream?"
Mamoru chuckled. That could happen only to the Odango.
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