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Tuesday, January 8, 2008


   found it and thought u guys would like it
Her hair was like strands of spun gold, glistening in the sunlight.

It was such a cliché and overused saying, exactly like something one might hear in one of those cheesy, unrealistic chick flicks that he detested so much. The kind of movie that she probably loved, and would sit and squeal over for hours on end with one of her many friends. He knew this, because he'd witnessed the squealing first hand on more than one occasion.

Wasn't there some fairy tale or other about a princess having to spin straw into gold in order to prove herself to the fairy queen and thus win the hand of her prince? He imagined that her hair was what that gold would have looked like; long, glistening ropes as soft to the touch as velvet or silk, scented and fragrant with the enticing hints of lilies and rosemary. The kind of hair every little girl dreams of possessing, to make her into the perfect princess of little girl dreams.

Mamoru blinked, coming out of his daze, and glanced at his empty coffee cup suspiciously. Exactly how much caffeine had he consumed today, anyway?

He glanced back to the table where the object of his current fixation was supposed to be sitting, gossiping with her gaggle of friends and whining about how much homework she had to complete today (even though he doubted that she ever did any of it anyway). To his surprise, a pair of suspicious blue eyes were staring back at him, exactly the color of blue crystals held up to the light...

Gaah ! Stop that, Chiba!

They stared at each other for a long, appraising moment, dark cerulean holding crystal blue, before Mamoru allowed a faint smile to quirk his lips, raising his empty cup to her in a mock salute. That action appeared to break the spell. Ignoring her friends' questioning protests, Usagi abruptly stood and struggled past their laps and marched determinedly forward, a fierce scowl on her pretty face that she probably thought made her look threatening, but in actuality made her look adorable.

Like a kitten with her fur all ruffled, pretending to be a lion...

Mamoru mentally smacked himself over the head, just before the girl reached him and stood with her hands planted on her hips. "And just what is it about me that's so fascinating that you have to keep boring holes into the back of my skull?" she demanded in a high, frustrated voice. "You're giving me the willies!"

Mamoru regarded her for another moment, then smiled again, noting how she suddenly flushed and blinked and looked away in a fit of embarrassment. "Oh, nothing much," he replied lightly. "I was just admiring the way your hair glistens like strands of gold in the sunlight, that's all. It's really beautiful, you know."

And with those words, he set the empty cup down on the counter with a dull tunk, picked up his books, and proceeded to stroll casually out of the arcade, leaving an openmouthed and extremely speechless Usagi gaping after him.

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