An odd thing has happened in this corner of the
moonlocket space. Everything imaginable for a stereotypical Valentine's Day is available.
A row of stores lines the street, boasting wares from chocolate (for those girls too lazy busy to make it by hand) to jewelry. For those interested in a hands-on and do-it-yourself approach, there is even a building
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Upon the table before her, a large pink cake, and two smaller cakes beside it. A number of gifts are sitting around, as well as donuts and shiny pink bat-shaped balloons. She seems a bit confused as she looks over the table, but there's something familiar about it just the same.
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This again?
Before much longer, he spots someone sitting at a cafe. The cake looks good, too. Very pink. In fact, everything about the girl sitting at the table seems to be pink. He can't quite hide a smile.
He hasn't met Chibi-usa yet in his world, and Black Lady obviously hasn't happened yet either in that case. So to Mamoru, there's just a pretty girl he wouldn't mind meeting. What? It's not cheating. Really. His head turns some as he passes by.
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That's when she spotted Mamoru. The box in her hands fell to the table, her crimson eyes never leaving him as he walked by. She felt... angry, yet glad to see him. She couldn't quite give the feeling a name, but her outward appearance was one of surprise and intrigue more than anything else.
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"Good afternoon" he greets her politely anyway; there's no reason not to.
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"Good afternoon, Ma-" she started, in her normal sarcastic tone. She paused for a moment, glancing away. When she spoke again, her tone was calmer. "Good afternoon."
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"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "I think I'm a different one of him than the one you know." There's a sentence he never thought he'd say. "We haven't met yet. Can I ask for an introduction?" The last comes out very awkward and lame, somehow; it's just weird to need an introduction when the other person so obviously knows you. Well, 'a' you.
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The fact he didn't know her could be a plus. However, simply announcing herself as Black Lady wasn't going to work. It was time to use one of her aliases. "Himeko," she replied simply. "Most people are different from the ones I know."
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This may not end well. But for now, he avoids challenging her and instead introduces himself. Even in this odd situation, it's only polite, right?
"Chiba Mamoru. I'm pleased to meet you."
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"Pleased to meet you, too, Mamoru-san. Something on your mind?"
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"It's just that you seemed to know me," he explains. "I wanted to meet you." He glances back to all the pink and pink and pink and- it's cute and suits her somehow cake. "Are you waiting for someone?"
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"I know a lot of people," she answered with a shrug. She looked down for a moment, and began to cut a piece of cake. "Not anymore." With that, she places a slice before him.
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He nods slightly before seating himself after a polite thanks. The cake looks very delicious, and after a similarly-polite "Thanks for the meal", he proves it by taking a bite. Yum.
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She watched Mamoru as he began to eat. Deciding what to do with him when the time came was still up for debate in her mind. For this moment, though, she was content to simply have cake and not worry too much about it. She'd seen too much action recently to look for more right away. Resting her elbows upon the table, she placed her chin upon her hands. "You really don't know me at all, do you?"
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He really doesn't know her. He's from a time before her, and hasn't really met her alternates - whether 'her' or 'Chibi-usa', either. Neither have they touched at all, so there's been no chance of secondhand memories through that connection he's still unaware of. He shakes his head and offers her an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry I don't," he says. "I'd like you to tell me about yourself." He seems interested, even if - because he doesn't know her - it probably can't be from anything but politeness.
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She was slowly taking note of things he says, and his general appearance. He looked younger than he should, and he wasn't giving her any speeches about love and memories. She offered a rather genuine smile before sampling the cake on her own.
"Mm. Don't apologize," she replied as she glanced up. She could feel a faint warmth in her cheeks, a sensation she hadn't felt in some time. Foolish, she reminded herself, quickly looking down to the cake. "What would you like to know?"
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"Do you live here in Juuban?" He's trying to pin down why he can't remember ever seeing her at the high school.
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