Here's irony for you, thought Tuxedo Kamen as he evaded the giant rose thorn flying towards him. The youma, which resembled a mutated wildflower screeched in annoyance and hurled a spray of smaller thorns.
And, of course, Sailor Moon had chosen to stand right in the line of fire.
Well this is going to hurt. He swooped towards the heroine. Reaching one arm out he plucked her out of harm's way while a rain of thorns flew at them.
Tuxedo Kamen's flinch was infinitesimal as sharp pains in his hand and arm made themselves known.
"Are you alright, Tuxedo Kamen?" Sailor Moon questioned anxiously.
He granted her a small smile. "Fine. I'll live a while longer."
She returned his smile. "I guess that means I will too."
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"What's with the bandaid, Baka?" asked Usagi, gesturing towards Mamoru's broad palm.
He glanced at it. "I saved a girl's life; it's my battle wound." Hey, he could tell the truth once in a while.
"Hilarious. So what happened to the kiss?"
"Huh?" Mamoru asked blankly, unconsciously locking his gaze on Usagi's lips.
"Weren't you ever taught that a kiss will heal any boo-boo?" demanded Usagi. "Why didn't the girl kiss your hand to make it better?"
"Did you just say the word 'boo-boo?'"
She ignored the question, asking one of her own. "Can I see it?"
"Uh, no, no boo-boo showing today, thanks." Not unless you promise to heal it. And my lips. Yeah, my lips are definitely in need of some healing.
She shrugged and turned away. "Okay then. As long as you don't get septicemia or anything and end up dead by tomorrow."
"Oh, I'll live a while longer," he replied automatically, still fantasizing about the kind of healing he needed from Usagi. He didn't look up in time to see the blonde whip around in astonishment, eyes large as saucers.
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Sexual healin.' Sorry, writing this drabble got me humming the song.