Hi everyone! hugs Thank you as always! I'm almost, almost finished with this challenge and yes, that means I'll start writing for the Fairytale Challenge soon, C.Shakespeare. As a matter of fact, I've already started posting at smfanfiction dot net, as Leni.

I agree with you, LanieV. Spring Cleaning needs a rewrite, definitely. +pokepoke+ And in Rainbow, some nearby window and some playful sunlight formed a rainbow on Mamoru's arm. I remember that used to happen in my classroom, and it was fun to see the rainbow over different surfaces with different colours. Green? Makes a rainbow not very pretty. Lol!

Heheh, yep Dudly, Luna is one stubborn guardian cat, but even she has to admit that TK helps – even if his motives are his own.

DISCLAIMER: Nope. Not mine

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065. LAST DANCE

Her laughter drifted from inside the storage room.

Curiosity wasn't wrong, Mamoru told himself. He peeked inside, and his eyes were immediately riveted to the adoring expression in the blonde's eyes. She was held in Motoki's arms, and both laughed as she tried to follow his directions.

Motoki noticed him first. "Mamoru! Usa and I were having a small dancing lesson…." He trailed off, looking suddenly worried. "Heh. Know what? I really need to get back to work."

The Odango blinked as her dancing partner hastened away, then looked at Mamoru accusatorily.

Mamoru shrugged. It wasn't his business. At all.

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066. MULTIPLICATION

"If three Sailor Senshi defeat two youma," Usagi read aloud, "How many will be needed to defeat six youma?" She shook her head. "It's silly. Youma never come in groups!"

"And there are four Senshi now!" Makoto protested, looking ready to punch her homework.

Close by, Mamoru chuckled. "Your teacher isn't far off. We began with one Senshi, and now we have three."

"FOUR!"

Mamoru stared at Makoto's vehemence. "O-kay. Four. Who knows how many there will be in a year?" He actually seemed preoccupied by the thought.

"Don't be a fool," Usagi told him. "What would you know anyway?"

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067. WEEPING WILLOW

Mamoru lifted his book and found blue eyes following the cover to study it. "Hey!" he called her attention.

"Are you really reading that?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"But that picture is horrible!"

He turned the book to study the 'horrible' picture. On a dark and barren background, a weeping willow stood in a corner. Actually, the image fit well the atmosphere of the novel, but the girl couldn't know that. Mamoru chuckled. "Well, unlike some people, I judge a book beyond its cover."

Usagi cocked her head. "But only books, huh?"

For once, Mamoru couldn't find an answer.

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068. THORNS

He wasn't sure how he'd done it.

He wasn't sure he had done it. Maybe he'd imagined it; maybe his brain was too tired after hours of schoolwork and fighting.

All he remembered was that split second when he'd seen the klutziest girl in creation stumble headlong into the thorniest rosebush in the park. He'd pictured her skin ravaged and bloodied, scarred.

He hadn't thought beyond that. He'd just closed his eyes against the reality of it and willed the thorns to go.

Then the Odango had started crying. But she only had a couple scrapes to show for it.

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