"I don't believe this," Mamoru groaned as he tried, for what felt like the hundredth time, to open the locked door. "Of all the people in the world, I get shut, in a closet of all places, with you."
A small blonde haired girl scowled back and hissed, "Well gee, you weren't my first choice either Baka." The two glared at each other, then looked away quickly.
There was a pause, and then Mamoru said, "So what do you suppose we do Odango?"
Usagi thought for a moment, and then a large grin spread over her face. "Well, why don't we give them what they expect?"
A look of horror flickered over Mamoru's face, "You don't mean…"
Usagi waved a careless hand, "Oh noooo, nothing like that, no way. No I mean, why don't we give the impression that we are actually killing each other?"
"You've lost me, what do you mean?" Mamoru replied slowly.
"I mean," Usagi said, "this." She clenched her fist and brought it to the back wall of the closet as hard as she could. Then she screamed, "OWW BAKA! What was that for!"
Mamoru jumped, then grinned in realization. "I can make it harder next time!" He yelled as he too punched the side of the closet. "OW! That was my HEAD Odango Atama!"
"Don't PINCH me!" Usagi screeched.
"Well then don't slam my head into the wall!" This time, he splayed his fingers and slapped the wall. "Hey don't slap me!"
Outside, many concerned faces were looking at each other and at the wall from which they could hear muffled yells and sounds of pain and conflict.
"They're actually killing each other," Makoto whispered. A terrified looking Ami stood next to her, her eyes wide open.
"Why did we put them in there again? That's not sounds of undying love being confessed!" she hissed, uncharacteristically glaring at Minako.
The room winced as they heard a muffled scream from Usagi and a sudden *snap* come from the closet, followed by a deafening silence.
"Do you think we should do anything?" Minako asked Motoki tentatively. But Motoki shook his head. He looked at Rei, and his eyebrows rose in shock. Even she looked concerned at the apparent conflict happening on the other side of the wall.
What they hadn't heard were the sounds of muffled laughter as a girl with her shoulders shaking collapsed against the wall and a man opposite her held a piece of coat hanger in each hand; both laughing at the thought of the reactions on the other side.
