Disclaimer: I ran out of creative ways to say I don't own Sailor Moon a long time ago, so deal with my boringness.
Chapter 58: Back ally deals
An: So, I was wrong, its triple update Sunday. This chapter is thanks to Sakanascales876 who suggested that Asanuma should be a barber.
Summary: Because nothing is ever for free.
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Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth Asanuma leaned back in his leather seat, his fingers unconsciously running over his black comb. "I sort of can't believe you were able to talk Mamo-kun into being my practice dummy for my final exam in beauty school Usa-chan."
Smiling Usagi nodded once, practically inhaling her cheesecake flavored ice cream cone. "You're welcome," Her brows furrowed. "Just don't dye his hair an odd color or something." With her free hand she scratched at her temple, "Except pink." She declared, her little pink tongue darting out to lick the corner of her mouth. "Like cotton candy, yum," She began, her eyes morphing into little stars.
"Usagi," Motoki, who was sitting next to her on the wooden bench, snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. "Focus," He commanded and smiling kindly at him Usagi went back to devouring her tasty treat utterly unaware of the probing glance the duo were shooting at her. "So, Usagi," The sandy blonde attempted once more.
"Hm?" Usagi muttered, raising her eyebrows towards her hairline.
"You have to tell me Usagi, just how in the world did you manage to convince Mamoru to allow-" Motoki paused, sparing Asanuma a weary glance.
"-hey, hey, hey," Asanuma interjected, waving his comb at the older boy. "I'm a fine beautician-in-training, I'll have you know I got-" He sputtered, swallowing. "Well, I didn't completely fail my last examination." He scratched the back of his head, "It wasn't my fault that old lady didn't want a perm, how was I to know?"
"Did you ask?" Motoki inquired point blank.
"Pshh, I don't need to ask, my hands," Asanuma gestured grandly. "Know what the hair desires, needs more so then these pitiful mortals do."
Clearing his throat Motoki slowly turned towards Usagi, who was still busily eating her ice cream. "Usagi, I'm sure you know that a guy's hair is his mantel piece, right?" She nodded, distracted. "I'm just wondering, how it was possible that you convinced Mamoru to place his trust in-" He gestured with his chin towards Asanuma, who simply glared in response.
"Oh!" Usagi swallowed. "It was easy enough; you just need to know how to work Mamo-chan."
Blinking Asanuma leaned forward in his chair, "And how does one go about working Mamo-kun?" He inquired, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Well, bargaining helps," Usagi supplied.
Before Asanuma could inquire further Motoki cut him off, "Spit it out Usa-chan."
"It wasn't much I just told him that I would-" Outside a bullhorn went off obscuring Usagi's tainted syllables. "-him until he-" Quite suddenly a shrill, high-pitched ring penetrated the still air, one which all parties thoroughly ignored. "-all over my face." She finished, her scandalous tongue darting out to lick at her delicious treat.
Across the street a lovely, innocent songbird abruptly fainted upon catching wind of the young girl's sound waves coming off her confession.
Asanuma allowed the comb that he was holding fall to the ground.
Slack jawed Motoki appeared as though he wanted to cry.
And at that precise, awkward moment Mamoru, who'd been in the bathroom, turned the handle and reentered the studio. "Ok," He clapped his hands together, "Lets get this- hey, Motoki you don't look so-"
"Mamoru, how could you?" Motoki began, paling. "To Usa?" Trembling, he found that he couldn't continue.
"Mamo-kun," Asanuma stood up from his seat, tears pooling at the corner of his orbs. "You're my hero, my dirty hero." He confessed.
Mamoru furrowed his brow, placing his hands on his hips. "Why am- Usagi!" Whirling around the young boy was surprised when he caught sight of an empty beach seat, his blonde haired girlfriend nowhere to be seen. "What?" He snapped, meeting the graze of his angry looking best friend.
"You know, I'm not even going to lecture you," Motoki stood, reaching into his pocket, retrieving his cell phone. "Instead-" He blinked three times and snapped his fingers four times, "Operation Shanghai," He called out suddenly and caught off guard Mamoru never saw as Asanuma charged at his legs but felt when his underclassman sank his teeth into his thigh.
"AHHH!" Mamoru shrieked, trying to pull the younger boy off.
"Instead, I'm calling Tsukino Papa," Motoki stuck his tongue out at him, "Asanuma keep him occupied!" He called out trying to head towards the back door but before he could make it out Mamoru, with Asanuma still attached to his thigh, leapt towards the young boy.
Sitting on a small wooden box in the back alley Usagi watched through a small glass window as the three boys rolled around the studio floor, each fighting for dominance. "Just add jello, yum." She declared licking her plump bubble gum lips.
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An: I couldn't help myself; so sleepy. Also I'm glad to know that you guys name your plants as well!!! Brought a smile to my face!