Unpredictable
Usagi slid into her usual counter seat at the Crown Arcade. She barely glanced at Mamoru, instead focusing
all of her attention on Motoki. She gave him a blinding smile.
"Hi Motoki! I�d like-" She was cut off by Mamoru.
"She�d like a chocolate shake, extra chocolate, with rainbow sprinkles." Mamoru smirked at her.
"Not that she�s predictable, or anything."
*Two can play at that game,* Usagi thought. She turned to Motoki and said, "Mamoru would like a �cup of
java,� black, no sugar, no cream." She grinned smugly at Mamoru.
"Not that he�s predictable, or anything." Mamoru turned to her.
"So you think I'm predictable? You think I can't surprise you in anyway? Would you like to bet on that?"
Usagi smiled. "Of course, Mamoru-baka," she said condescendingly, "I bet that I can be more unpredictable
than you ever could be."
"Then we have a deal," Mamoru announced. "What are the stakes?" Usagi tapped her fingernails against
the counter thoughtfully, then slowly said, "Winner decides." Mamoru raised his eyebrow. "Aren�t you
worried about what I�ll make you do?" Usagi gave a broad smile. "Nope, since, of course, I�m going to
win."
"We�ll see about that." Mamoru laughed. "To start this bet off," he continued, "I would like an ice cream
cone. Sherbet. With a cherry."
Usagi faced Motoki as well. "And I�d like a tall, non-fat, Latte with light cream." Motoki put up his hands
in surrender. "Okay, whatever you say," as he went to make their orders. He said, under his breath, "But
you two are still the most predictable people that I know." Usagi rolled her eyes, then, as Motoki delivered
her drink, she got up and said, "Thanks but no thanks Motoki, I�m not hungry. You can put it on Mamoru�s
tab." With that she walked out of the arcade. Mamoru looked at Motoki in confusion, then back out at
where he could see Usagi walking off into the distance. He grabbed the Odango�s drink, drank it himself,
then proceeded to eat his ice cream cone as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Later that day, Usagi thought of the perfect thing to do. She gathered up the things she�d need, then walked
slowly to the park, with her Mamoru-radar on full throttle. She saw him almost immediately, walking along
one of the many paths that wound through the trees, as he always did at this time of the day. She giggled to
herself, then, taking a shortcut, situated herself and her belongings on a park bench which Mamoru was sure
to pass by. She started counting down. *Five, four, three, two, one* And Mamoru rounded the corner and
looked straight at her. Trying to control her laughs, she pretended to be studious, looking so hard at one of
the many school books she had scattered around her. She glanced up at Mamoru through her lashes.
Mamoru stopped walking as soon as he saw the blonde. Shell-shocked, he inched closer. Was she doing
what he thought she was doing? Unable to help himself, he blurted out, "Odango Atama, are you
*studying?*" Usagi looked up at Mamoru, then waved her finger at him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mamoru, not very unpredictable, I�d say. Walking your usual route at the usual time at the
usual pace? Asking the predictable question? Calling me the normal insulting name? I�d say, as of now,
I�m winning." Mamoru winced, she had a point�but he couldn�t let her get ahead, not now, not when the
winner could choose what they won.
"Alright, *Usa-chan,* may I help you study?" Usagi�s eyes boggled�this was not what she�d had in mind!
But if she said no, that�d be predictable, and if she said yes, then she�d have to *study!*
"No�" she said reluctantly. She�d think of some way to make up her loss.
Mamoru chuckled�he should have known she wasn�t really studying. Now they were even�but how to
get ahead? Then inspiration struck. Stooping over, he gathered up Usagi�s books. Then, almost as an
afterthought, he gathered Usagi up too. Slinging her over his shoulder, impervious to her fury, he started
the walk to her house.
*How DARE he do this! Quiet Mamoru, picking up a girl and carrying her to�where is he carrying me,
anyway?* Usagi raised her head and recognized her neighborhood.
"My HOUSE! You�re carrying me to my HOUSE?" Mamoru took one look at her beet red face, then
dumped her on the grass of her front lawn. Thrusting her books at her, he took off. *So, maybe that was
taking the bet a little too far�but it sure was worth it to see the look on her face!*
Usagi lay on the grass for a little bit, fuming at his audacity. She abruptly decided that she would just have
to do something BIG to pay him back, something he wouldn�t expect, something to catch him off guard. A
malicious smile spread over her face as she began to get the inkling of a plan.
Mamoru wandered around for awhile, then headed to the Crown Arcade to pick up his books, and then to
his apartment. As he slowly made his way up to his little home, he considered what else he could do to
unnerve the Odango. He got out his key and opened his apartment door, then as he entered the small abode
he sensed something was different. He walked to his bedroom, and saw that the light was on and the door
was cracked open. He heard the sound of someone humming, and he thrust the door open.
"EEEEK! Mamoru, don�t scare me like that!" Mamoru�s jaw dropped open, because there was the Odango
Atama herself�doing what? He didn�t have much time to ponder, though, because the next thing he heard
was, a shrill voice yelling "Get OUT Mamoru!"
"What do you mean, 'Get out'? This is MY bedroom! What are YOU doing here?" Mamoru bellowed back.
Usagi �hmphed,� then gestured towards the pile of clothes on his bed and the surrounding floor.
"What does it look like? I�m sorting your clothes!" Mamoru rubbed his temples.
"How�d you get in, Odango?" Usagi grinned, *Ahhh�the wonders of a hairpin and a little skill with locks,*
she thought, but she didn�t say anything.
"I don�t have time for this, I�m going to go for another walk." Usagi shook her head furiously.
"I'm sorry, but if you think you I am going to let you leave your room wearing THAT you are sadly
mistaken!" All Mamoru had time for was one short �huh?� before Usagi attacked him, wrestling his [AN:
hideous, awful, disgusting] green jacket off of him and putting it into a bag he hadn�t noticed before.
Grinning triumphantly, she shoved another pile of clothes into the bag, then skipped out, pass the astonished
and confused Mamoru. Mamoru was in shock, until he decided that he�d just have to get his clothes back�
but he�d wait until she let down her guard. After all, given the circumstances, letting her leave with the
clothes and not immediately going after her would be the predictable thing to do, right? So anything else
would have to be unpredictable, so he would not be losing in the bet if he went after her in a while. Satisfied
with this, albeit confusing, reasoning, Mamoru went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Once Usagi made it to her house, she hid the bag of clothes in the back of her closet and waited anxiously to
see if Mamoru would follow her. After awhile, she determined that he hadn�t and wasn�t going to, probably
since following her at all would be predictable. With that thought in mind, she went down to eat dinner.
After dinner and her bath, she went to her room to survey her spoils of war. She pulled an old baseball cap
out of the bag, a pair of old pants, two tee-shirts, and the legendary green jacket. She gathered them up in
her arms and noticed that they smelled like Mamoru�slightly rose-like, with a spicier undertone that was
reminiscent of old pine trees. She smiled at her foolishness, and then made the decision to try them on.
Grinning madly, she scrambled into the pants�way too big, but it wasn�t like anyone was going to see her,
anyway. She used one of her belts to hold them on her hips, then she pulled on a blue shirt, and put the
baseball cap on her head�but something was missing. Her face lighted up when she placed the baseball cap
on her head, backwards, and then looked at her reflection in the mirror. She giggled at the sight she made,
then gasped as she heard a sound outside of her window.
Mamoru hefted himself up the tree outside of Usagi�s window, then knocked on her window. She turned
quickly around, then relaxed once she realized who it was. Walking over to the window, she opened it and
hissed, "What are you doing here?"
"Let me in? It *would* be the unpredictable thing to do." Mamoru asked her. Usagi grumbled and opened
the window far enough for him to clamber in. As soon as he was firmly situated on firm ground, Mamoru
took note of her outfit.
"Why are you wearing my clothes?" Usagi mumbled something about unpredictability, then turned away
from him, to look at the door.
"What are you doing, Odango?" Usagi turned towards him, puzzled.
"I�m going to call my dad and have him cart you off, you crazy moron." Mamoru froze�he would be dead
meat if Usagi did that. Waving his hands at her, he whispered, "No no no! See, that would be the
predictable thing to do and you wouldn�t want to do something predictable otherwise you�d lose the bet so
you can�t call your dad, see?" He finished up his rambling sentence to a rather confused Usagi, who
somehow managed to comprehend what he was saying.
"So, do I ask you why you�re here?"
"No, that�d be fairly predictable as well, Usagi." She groaned. "All right, so what exactly would the most
�unpredictable� thing to do be?" She licked her lips absently, which Mamoru zoned in on. He stepped closer
to her, closing the distance between them.
"This," he said softly, then captured her lips with his.
Usagi�s mind froze as Mamoru kissed her, then all of a sudden it started up again and she kissed him back,
placing her arms around his neck and stepping even closer. They broke the kiss slowly, breathing heavy,
with each one�s foreheads resting on the other�s.
"So�do you think I�m predictable?" Mamoru panted.
"Mmm�nope�" Usagi whispered back, lips meeting his in feather-light kisses. "Do you think I�m
predictable?"
"Definitely not�" Mamoru responded.
"So we tie�" Usagi murmered
"I guess so�"
"But guess who does think we�re predictable?" Mamoru pulled back from Usagi, a smile playing on his lips.
"Are you thinking what I�m thinking?" He asked her.
"Absolutely."
By the next day Usagi and Mamoru had a plan, and were ready to put it into action.
They walked into the arcade together, Mamoru�s arm slung around Usagi�s waist and her arm slung around
his waist. A hush fell onto the arcade as they grabbed an open two person booth, and slid in it. Motoki
scrambled over there, and Usagi winked at him. She winked at him with her long, blue-mascara covered
eyelashes. Her long, blue-mascara covered eyelashes, coupled with silver eye shadow, fishnet stockings,
steel-toed boots, and her regular school uniform, although the skirt appeared shorter and the top wasn�t
tucked in. Her hair was in it�s usual style, but it accented her outfit rather than detracting from it. Mamoru
was similarly decked out�baggy pants, rock-band shirt, and gel in his hair�as well as blue hair color in
random area. Their outfits had cost a bundle, but it was worth it to see the look on Motoki�s face.
"Not so predictable, huh?"