Usagi sat herself down by the counter, willing for her hands to stop shaking and the tears in her eyes to go away. She looked down at her lap, playing with the hem of her skirt and kicking her feet against the stool. What was he doing?
"Usa-chan?" She looked up to see a very concerned Motoki sliding a chocolate milkshake towards her.
She scowled, not at Motoki, but at the curvaceous red head with the ample bosom that had sidled up to him, running a finger up and down his arm. She quickly brought her attention to Motoki when the accused hand ran lower down his torso, her face burning. Whether it was anger or naïve embarrassment, she did not know.
"Thanks Motoki," she smiled weakly and took a sip. Her voice came out monotonous, the opposite of her bubbly, brightness; Motoki frowned at this.
"Odango," came a voice from overhead. Usagi scowled again.
"Baka." Her voice remained monotonous, but now it had a touch of ice that made both Motoki and Mamoru visibly flinch. She turned to look him in the eye, inwardly gasping when she saw the redhead draping herself around him, sneering at the young blonde as she did so.
Motoki passed a coffee to Mamoru and another milkshake to Usagi. Mamoru shrugged off the girl, who gasped indignantly. "You know," he said, "You'll get fat if you drink too many of those." The redhead, who had been glaring at Mamoru and Usagi, now laughed appreciatively. When the two ignored her, she huffed and sidled to the other end of the counter.
"I can lose the weight. You on the other hand, will always be ugly."
A brief flicker of amusement and annoyance flickered across Mamoru's face.
"Oh that's right! With your daily runs to school. Pray tell me, have you ever been on time?"
"Yes I have! And more than once!" she shrieked. She glowered at him, then at the voluptuous air headed redhead who watched them intently. She noted that the girl was leaning so far over the counter, her breasts were in full view of the whole arcade. Usagi's cheeks tinted pink and she folded her arms over her own chest, suddenly feeling very self conscious.
Mamoru did not miss a beat. Before he could say anything she mumbled, "Is she your girlfriend?" Then she looked up, now smirking evilly. "She can do so much better than you Baka."
He grinned arrogantly. "No," he took a long sip of coffee. "She's not."
She feigned relief, placing a fluttering hand to her heart. "Good, I'd hate for you to kill that poor girl's life with your Baka attitude and that…" She shuddered. "Jacket." She slurped at her milkshake to finalise her comment.
Mamoru ran a finger down her cheek and lifted her lips to meet his in a gentle yet passionate kiss. Motoki, who had just turned around to stop the fighting, made a noise of revulsion and annoyance as he turned back again.
Usagi wrapped her arms around her lover's neck to return the kiss. She opened one eye and glared triumphantly at the shell shocked bimbo gaping at her and her boyfriend.
"Happy one month Usako…"
He grinned inwardly, at her jealousy, at the redhead; he hadn't missed the triumphant "AHA!" glare his girlfriend had given the stranger. He also shook his head at her unnecessary envy.
He only had eyes for her after all…
