Theme: #31 Weapon
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Theme: #31 Weapon
Words: 669
Kamikaze Cookies
Mamoru had never seen a bake sale so busy.
Wading through the crowds of young males, he attempted to make it to a table. The aforementioned table had some delicious-looking cookies on display, but the edibles were hardly the sole reason so many boys were clustered about the booth: taking orders and counting out change with an expression of faint concentration was none other than Tsukino Usagi.
"Yoshiru?" Usagi smiled shyly at the taller boy, a faint flush in her cheeks. "That's got to be your fifth. Do you really like them that much?" 'It's not worth it,' Mamoru chanted, frowning darkly at the sheepish-looking blond (now flirting with an oblivious Usagi). ' Notworthitnotworthitnotworthit,' he added as he saw 'Yoshiru' lay a casual arm across Usagi's. Yoshiru ignored the faint hisses of outrage from the others lining up behind him and Mamoru was left to content himself with fantasies of picking the younger boy up by his fair hair and tossing him across the room.
Yoshiru left with his cookie, and Mamoru sighed in disappointment and relief before realising that there was still a large crowd about Usagi's stand. Images of abusing his Tuxedo Kamen powers by decorating the hormonal lot with several roses apiece flitted across his mind. "Idiot," he muttered at himself, realising just how psychotic he must be to think such things. However, he did shove his way through the crowd a little rougher than was necessary and pushed another kid out of the way before smirking down at a suddenly defensive-looking Usagi.
"What do you want, Baka?" she growled before smiling at the abused boy that Mamoru had shoved and handing him a cookie wrapped in a napkin and slipping the change into his hands. "I'm a little busy at the moment."
"I just wanted to try some of your marvelous cookies," Mamoru drawled, attempting and failing to look innocent he brandished several hundred-yen coins at her face.
She scooted back from the threat of having an eye poked out and looked doubtfully at him as if weighing all possible consequences. Her wariness nonewithstanding, she took the money and handed him three cookies in exchange. Mamoru shot her a deliberate 'there, that wasn't so hard, was it?' look and strolled off to a slightly less crowded area to sample his prizes. Attempting to take a bite, he was thwarted immediately by the cement-like texture and density of the biscuit; his tongue nudged instinctively at his abused teeth, and he sighed in relief as he realised none were loose.
His perfect appearance reassured, he held the other two cookies up and inspected them with something akin to disbelief. "Dratted things can be used to pave roads," his voice was incredulous as he made his way over to the rubbish bin. Mamoru's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he observed the way the black-plastic-lined container was already overflowing with the odango'd girl's cookies.
The upperclassman muttered a curse and glared murderously at the knot of boys still clustered about Usagi's stand: how dare those boys pretend to be nice to Usagi! How dare they buy her cookies, toss them away... and then still have the nerve return to buy more just so they could look at her!
"Even if they can be classified as lethal weapons," the brunet said snidely. 'Still... my Usako. Not theirs.' And the cave-man rears its ugly head. Mamoru snorted and froze as his mind did a quick backtrack. 'Hmmm... weapons. Lethal. Lethal's good.
'
Glancing about in a suddenly-hunted manner, Mamoru tossed one of the yet-undiscarded cookies in his hands up and down, testing the weight and size and...
"Yoshiru-san should do nicely," he murmured, sighting, sighting, sighting the towheaded teen standing impatiently in line again. He hefted the biscuit - it lay perfectly flat in his palm - and tried to remember how Sailormoon threw her discus...
Yoshiru-san's shout of alarm and pain brought a disturbingly wide smile to Mamoru's face. "Bull's eye," he whispered, and his hand found another cookie.
Theme: #31 Weapon
Words: 669
Kamikaze Cookies
Mamoru had never seen a bake sale so busy.
Wading through the crowds of young males, he attempted to make it to a table. The aforementioned table had some delicious-looking cookies on display, but the edibles were hardly the sole reason so many boys were clustered about the booth: taking orders and counting out change with an expression of faint concentration was none other than Tsukino Usagi.
"Yoshiru?" Usagi smiled shyly at the taller boy, a faint flush in her cheeks. "That's got to be your fifth. Do you really like them that much?" 'It's not worth it,' Mamoru chanted, frowning darkly at the sheepish-looking blond (now flirting with an oblivious Usagi). ' Notworthitnotworthitnotworthit,' he added as he saw 'Yoshiru' lay a casual arm across Usagi's. Yoshiru ignored the faint hisses of outrage from the others lining up behind him and Mamoru was left to content himself with fantasies of picking the younger boy up by his fair hair and tossing him across the room.
Yoshiru left with his cookie, and Mamoru sighed in disappointment and relief before realising that there was still a large crowd about Usagi's stand. Images of abusing his Tuxedo Kamen powers by decorating the hormonal lot with several roses apiece flitted across his mind. "Idiot," he muttered at himself, realising just how psychotic he must be to think such things. However, he did shove his way through the crowd a little rougher than was necessary and pushed another kid out of the way before smirking down at a suddenly defensive-looking Usagi.
"What do you want, Baka?" she growled before smiling at the abused boy that Mamoru had shoved and handing him a cookie wrapped in a napkin and slipping the change into his hands. "I'm a little busy at the moment."
"I just wanted to try some of your marvelous cookies," Mamoru drawled, attempting and failing to look innocent he brandished several hundred-yen coins at her face.
She scooted back from the threat of having an eye poked out and looked doubtfully at him as if weighing all possible consequences. Her wariness nonewithstanding, she took the money and handed him three cookies in exchange. Mamoru shot her a deliberate 'there, that wasn't so hard, was it?' look and strolled off to a slightly less crowded area to sample his prizes. Attempting to take a bite, he was thwarted immediately by the cement-like texture and density of the biscuit; his tongue nudged instinctively at his abused teeth, and he sighed in relief as he realised none were loose.
His perfect appearance reassured, he held the other two cookies up and inspected them with something akin to disbelief. "Dratted things can be used to pave roads," his voice was incredulous as he made his way over to the rubbish bin. Mamoru's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he observed the way the black-plastic-lined container was already overflowing with the odango'd girl's cookies.
The upperclassman muttered a curse and glared murderously at the knot of boys still clustered about Usagi's stand: how dare those boys pretend to be nice to Usagi! How dare they buy her cookies, toss them away... and then still have the nerve return to buy more just so they could look at her!
"Even if they can be classified as lethal weapons," the brunet said snidely. 'Still... my Usako. Not theirs.' And the cave-man rears its ugly head. Mamoru snorted and froze as his mind did a quick backtrack. 'Hmmm... weapons. Lethal. Lethal's good.
'
Glancing about in a suddenly-hunted manner, Mamoru tossed one of the yet-undiscarded cookies in his hands up and down, testing the weight and size and...
"Yoshiru-san should do nicely," he murmured, sighting, sighting, sighting the towheaded teen standing impatiently in line again. He hefted the biscuit - it lay perfectly flat in his palm - and tried to remember how Sailormoon threw her discus...
Yoshiru-san's shout of alarm and pain brought a disturbingly wide smile to Mamoru's face. "Bull's eye," he whispered, and his hand found another cookie.