21.
Mischief
Sailor Raspberry
352 Words
She teetered nervously at the corner of the street, waiting, hand clenched tightly around the handle of her school bag.
The sun's intense heat caused her to scrunch up her eyebrows, giving her the mock expression of someone who was up to no good. Someone who was bound to find herself in some serious trouble.
Glancing quickly around, she felt her heart give a quick tug of anxiety. She had to remind herself to stay calm, lest she ruin her entire plan.
Sauntering down the sidewalk, head bowed, eyes glued to a textbook, was Mamoru, splendid in his own glory.
Usagi chewed her lip, settled back on the heels of her feet, and waited until he was within her range.
Slowly, she reached into her bag and withdrew a carefully tied water balloon. She raised her arm, muscles straining to get a hold of her excited nerves.
He was within the distance of which she could throw, and so, mustering up enough strength, she launched the balloon into the air.
It soared high and long, twirling slowly and stretching into odd shapes, before it began its descent. And so, she cupped her mouth.
"Hey Baka!"
She couldn't help but grin as he looked up, and the plastic snapped against the top of his head, popping and sending a curtain of iced water down into his face.
His expression showed his evident surprise, and Usagi laughed, clutching onto her stomach as water dripped from the tip of his nose and splattered against the page of his textbook.
She heard the cover of the book snap close, and she swallowed, looking up at him through guilty eyelashes.
Mamoru held a water bottle, of which she was sure he grabbed from his own bag slung over his shoulder, and began unscrewing the cap.
"Hey, Mamoru-baka, I was just joking around..." Usagi took a healthy step backwards. "Don't need to get your panties-."
Her screech caused some stray bystanders to stop and stare, before she darted away, pony tails dripping and a shower of water droplets, as well as the opposed offender, trailing not far behind.