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28 Days of Romance

Day Seven

Story Thirty-Three: Sally and Jack

Summary: When it came to Chiba Usagi, possessive is Chiba Mamoru's middle name.

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The bitch was laughing.

Torrent seas raged, bleak knuckles formed into fists at Chiba Mamoru's sides upon witnessing the hyena, which should be grateful to be even dubbed an infant, barking at the simplest syllables strew together by his wife, Chiba Usagi.

No, no, no!

The raven haired boy gritted his teeth mentally screaming at the white haired boy to get away from his wife, he huffed.

Why was she encouraging him?!

When they got home Mamoru was going to- rage infused orbs widened drastically when foreign gloved digits ran along the naked skin of his wife's triceps.

"That's it," Mamoru hissed, shooting up from his seat.

In his irrational state Mamoru took a hold of his chair and slide it across the tiled floor knocking it into the neighboring table next to where his wife was sitting. The loud clatter was enough to cause the surrounding patrons to pause, shifting their attention towards the young boy.

Startled Usagi whipped her head towards her husband, inaudible lips moved and before any coherent sounds could escape the blonde felt herself being yanked up out of her seat by her arm. "Go," Mamoru commanded firmly, pushing the petite girl behind him, towards his table. His fierce eyes left no room for protesting lips, "You." The raven haired boy began, hissing the word out through gritted teeth. "Stay away from my woman, Malchite!"

Malchite, a loyal childhood friend of Mamoru's could only stare up him with something akin to horror dancing in his iris. "Bro?"

Having silently witnessed the scene unfolding before him, Asanuma blinked rapidly. Unconsciously he leaned in towards Motoki, "When did Usa-chan become Mamo-kun's woman?" He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "A bit protective don't cha think, and that's putting it mildly."

Emerald orbs shifted towards the younger blonde boy, "Oh, Mamoru and Usagi got married during home economics." Motoki replied rather nonchalant. "But, if you ask me Mamoru is taking this assignment way too seriously." He grinned, "Makoto is my partner in the marriage assignment and see-" Waving his hands drastically he presented the boy to a white basket casually sitting atop of the lunchroom table with a small egg inside. "I'm a papa," He cheerfully boasted.

"Superb," Asanuma commented dryly, his eyes once again glued to his raven haired sempai who was currently leaning over the table top with a bundle of Malchite's shirt in his fist. "Oye! Usa-chan, can you go calm your husband down before Malchite whips out a katana and shoves it up Mamoru's nose." When the girl didn't respond Asanuma rose from his seat and leaned over to take a hold of her shoulder.

Scarlet was painted delicately on Usagi's cheekbones while her rises had shaped themselves into several small stars. "He called me his woman," She stated in a daze before sliding down to the tiled floor.

At a loss for words Asanuma could only stare at the blonde before he choked out a pitiful, "Toki-kun." Turning towards the blonde his lower lip began to tremble.

Sighing Motoki rolled his eyes, "Alright, just stop pouting." He swallowed, "Usa, have Mamoru and yourself gone on your honeymoon yet? Eh, should get pretty steamy."

At the sound of Motoki's statement every muscular fiber in Mamoru's back stiffened. "Hey! Motoki keep your perverted-"

"Ow!" Usagi suddenly screamed interrupting the fuming boy's tirade. "I think I hurt my," She paused, her eyes widening. "My leg," She paused again her mental wheels beginning to shift. "By sitting down too fast?"

Instantly Mamoru, who was obvious to the question in her tone, shuffled to her side, picking up off the ground in typical bridal fashion. "Come Usako, I'll take you to the nurse's office."

Usagi grinned, "I was just about to suggest that." She replied, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Smirking Asanuma watched the duo exit the cafeteria, "That Usa sure is a sly one."

Motoki blinked, "What do you mean?"

"The nurse is out sick today," Asanuma replied.

"Oh, that's awful there will be no one to look after Usa-chan's injured leg." Motoki said, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

Quickly Asanuma slapped him in the back of the head, ignoring his protest. "Idoit! Usa-chan's not really injured. Think about it: Mamoru and Usagi alone in the nurse's office with several free beds and a lock on the door. Hello adolescent fueled hormones, good-bye celibacy."

Motoki's eyes widened in response, "Asa-chan, I need you to baby-sit for me." He shoved the basket towards Asanuma. "I need to go find Maokto."

Blinking rapidly Asanuma's eyes shifted from the basket, towards Mokoki and back towards the basket once again. "Dude, it's an egg."

"No," Motoki shook his head. "It's my son."

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth Asanuma crossed his arms over his chest. "I warn thee, if thou shall be foolish enough to leave thou offspring with moi, I shall turn it into an omelet."

"Do whatever you want; I'll off to go get me some Makoto." Motoki called over his shoulder as he ran towards the cafeteria's exit.

A frown tugged at Asanuma's lower lip, "One, is the loneliest number," He sang before glaring down at the egg. "Why didn't you come with bacon?!"

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An: Wow! Asanuma and Motoki totally dominated this story… weird how that magically happened. Side note, I believe in Japan boys don't take home economics but damnit in this story they do.

Asanuma smiled, "It's because we're star material."

Motoki blushed, "We're just happy to be included."

Maybe I should just have a story where those two are in a yaoi relationship-

Asanuma's eye twitches, "Toki! Make her stop! Make her stop, oh god I can see the wheels turning!"

Motoki pouts, "Not cool, at all!"

Usagi blinks, "Mamo-chan, what's yaoi?"

Mamoru blanches, "Um, well.." His voice trailed off as Asanuma wrapped his arm her shoulder and began whispering in her ear.

"Oh!" Usagi's eyes widened. "That's kind of what Makoto and I did last summer when we had a bit too much sake."

All three boy's eyes began to twitch, "Eh?!?"

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Same choices as yesterday, too sleepy to copy and paste.

Oh! I feel like I have to defend Mamoru from the 173, look I don't know if it was lost in translation but you know when their on the bridge in the anime Mamoru is actually asking Usagi if its ok for him to study in America. If she would have said no, he wouldn't have gone, hence why he asks "Is that ok?"

The thing with the anime and why we all sort of hate it is because they made Usagi into the damsel in distress, always needing to be saved and dependent. In the manga Usagi is a strong and independent woman who doesn't need to be rescued. Before Mamoru even got his attack, he was always unsure of why he was even re-born seeing as he couldn't even protect Usagi and even his generals made a comment about his fear about be replaced.

But, you really have to look at the season before it to kind of understand why Mamoru wanted to leave and study in America. Maybe, he felt just a bit shamed at being controlled and brainwashed yet again and becoming and inconvenience to the woman he so desperately wants to protect. I would feel the need to want to run away too. Its just in the anime they got everything so wrong, every emotion and role that I just had to twist it. To feel satisfaction.

Ah, end rant.

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