He knew it was going to happen. From the minute, no, the Isecond/I, the first sounds of thunder were heard, he knew there would be tears and tantrums yet again in the arcade.

A loud wail cut through the once peaceful air of the Crown Arcade, causing many heads to turn towards the door, including that of a Chiba Mamoru.

"Motokiii-Oniiii-saaaaaan!"

As said man ran off to prepare hot cocoa and gather towels, a young blonde girl stumbled into the Arcade, soaking wet from the storm outside. Her entire form quivered and her teeth chattered from the cold. Her hair was plastered to her face, and her make up had run. As she made her way towards the counter, her shoes squelching and water dripping from her drenched uniform, she whimpered.

She look like a drowned rat, Mamoru thought.
He had quite honestly never seen her look more beautiful.

But he wasn't going to let her know that.

"Hey Odango! What threw you up?"