At Antig's approval... I give you the bathroom. Summary: A short, albeit eventfull trip to Mamoru's bathroom. The Bathroom By MK lunap@lunap.com www.lunap.com Disclaimer: I don't *own* Sailor Moon, I *am* Sailor Moon! Hey! Stop...whats with that funny jacket thing? HEY! Don-AHHHH! Scuffle. Ahem. I don't own Sailor Moon.... but green cabbage is actually pink. <_< Though Usagi had dreamed countless times of being resscued out of a dark thundering storm by a kawaii guy with dep blue eyes, she had never thought that the kawaii guy with blue eyes would be Chiba Mamrou, more commonly known as Mamoru-Baka. Usagi stepped gingerly over the side of the tub and wrapped the warm green towel around herself before clearing away some of the fog in the mirror so she could brush through her hair. If there was one good thing in this horrendous situation, it was that she had at least gotten to take a shower. Be it in Mamoru's appartment or not, showers always cheered her up. There was something about the feel of warm watter followed by a light fluffy towel that just made her smile inside. Maybe it was the smells that always accompanied a shower, shampoo and soap and lather and water and skin and hair. It just, simply, smelled nice. Though different smells this time, they were still nice smells she admitted to herself. There was a comb on the counter, so assuring herself that her towel was secured tightly, she picked it up and ran it through her hair until it at least looked somewhat more tame than it had when she had first stepped out. Then she stepped towards the door, she oppen! ed it a crack and was relieved to see a neatly folded pile of clothes of some kind waiting for her, centered neatly only a hands reach away from the door. Snatching up the clothes and retreating back into the steamed bathroom, she locked the door before looking over what he had left for her. A long white tank top and a pair of purple silk Tuxedo Kamen boxers stared back at her. Stiffling her giggles, Usagi changed into the too-long shirt and boxers, and gave her hair one last go over. Stepping out of the bathroom, Usagi scanned over the small appartment once more. One couch, one chair. One television, no pictures. Green, there was lots of green, albeit muted. One kitchen with three stools along a counter. One stove, one refrigerator, one sink, one drying rack. 'Kami-samma, this man is waaaaay to organized.' Usagi noted, seeing that the drying rack had seperate sections for different types of chopsticks and cutlery - and that he had actually organized them by shade. Grabbing a fuzzy, well-worn bathrobe off the back of the door and slipping it on, Usagi waltzed into the kitchen, plopped down on the middle stool, and held up on finger to Mamoru, who was trying his best not to look amused. "Bartender, one milkshake!" she mock demanded. Mamoru cracked a smile, barely, and tried not to laugh. She looked so silly wrapped up in that huge (on her) robe and pyjamas. Raising an eyebrow, Usagi continued. "Well, if you won't give me a milkshake when I ask politely, I might just have to blackmail you about these Purple Tuxedo Kamen boxers Mamoru-baka." Mamoru choked on his last breath of air. "What?!" he managed to cough out in shock. Usagi giggled. "Well come on, how many people would really believe that Chiba Mamoru, the I'm-too-cool-and-collected grade 11 student with straight A's has," she paused for effect, lifting the robe away from her legs to point out the clothing item in question, "A pair of high-quality purple silk Tuxedo Kamen boxers? I can almost imagine you have the matching slippers!" Usagi exclaimed. Mamoru almost choked again, wondering if he had hidden those slippers away in his closet while she was in the shower. Usagi's eyes widened then. "Wait a second - you actually *have* the slippers?" "What?! No, No! Of course not!" Mamoru protested, but it was already to late, and with a pixie-like glee, Usagi jumped up and made a mad dash for his room, lunging towards the closet as Mamoru chased on her heels. Just as she made a dive for the door handle, Mamoru's hands barely managed to grab onto the back of the bath robe, which had been flapping maddly during her dash, and pulled her back sharply, both of them breathing heavily. Usagi leaned back against him lightly for a moment, letting her breathing settle back to normal, and closing her eyes. Mamoru breathed heavily as well, though his eyes were wide, staring down at the small blonde who was wearing his bath robe and leaning against him. She was beautifull. The robe had a belt-like tie, though she seemed not to use it, that or it had come undone. He could clearly see the rise and fall of her breath through the white tank top that moved with her chest as she breathed. It bunched and scrunched along her waist, obviouslly having been fiddled with, seeing as it was probably far to long for her. The Tuxedo Kamen boxers he had purchased on a whim after finding out who he truly was (Having been in a very whimsical mood, due to a wonderfully amusing conversation with Usagi herself), had been pulled up a little higher, the waist folded over several times. This served only to point out to Mamoru how slim her waist was, his hands resting on her hips, and his eyes were inevitably drawn to legs a little too long for him to comprehend. Mamoru closed his eyes in an attempt to block out thoughts that were drawing him ever nearer to just grabbing the girl and kissing the sweet breath out of her. Usagi however, took advantage of this moment by shrugging out of the robe, and lunging to fast for Mamoru to follow towards the closet door, whipping it open and diving into it's oh-so-organized floor, coming out victoriously with the matching pair of slippers and a proud grin. "Ah-HA! You *did* buy them!" she crowed. Mamoru sighed and sunk to the floor, bath robe in hand. Usagi grinned and crawled over to him, plunking herself cross-legged on the floor in front of him. "Alright buddy - admit it. Tuxedo Kamen's your hero isn't he??" Mamoru looked up, very surprised. "Ah-ah-ah!" Usagi scolded, waggling one finger admonishingly in front of his face, "Don't you try to deny it! I've seen you countless times trying to win that Tuxedo Kamen doll at the crane game in the arcade, you love roses, *and* you bought the matching boxers and slippers set." she proudly finished. Mamoru, deciding it was better she think he adored his alter ego rather than actually find out that he *was* Tuxedo Kamen, bowed his head in defeat. "Tuxedo Kamen is my idol." he said listlessly, faking a wonderfully convincing (If he did say so himself) tone that practically screamed 'oh no! You found out my secret!'. Usagi grinned. "I knew it!" she cheered. Mamoru was smiling on the inside though, she was just too cute! "Alright Usagi-Odango, now that you know, how about you put this robe back on before you catch cold, and I make us some tea or hot chocolate?" Mamoru offered. "CHOCOLATE!" Usagi cheered again, and was in the robe, sitting on the stool in the kitchen chattering away while he made their drinks before he could blink. Smiling to himself, Mamoru got out two cups, plugged a kettle full of water in, and pulled some marshmellows and other hot chocolate necessities out from various cupboards. Usagi kicked her feet back and forth in time with the clock and doodled shapes on the counter with her finger while she talked. She wasn't really sure what she was saying, she just knew that she should keep up some form of communication to keep things from getting awkward. Finally finished with their drinks, Mamrou walked over, set Usagi's drink down in front of her, and sank onto the stool next to her. It had been a hard, but good day. Her robe was falling open again, toes lightly tapping against the counter wall, legs swinging back and forth, and a more than interesting amount of leg shown, Usagi oblivious to it all. Of course, to Mamoru, a more than interesting amount of leg on Usagi could have been her ankle, and with those boxers of his she was wearing, it was about just a little above her knee and down, hardly more than her school uniform showed. Of course, Mamoru was a little to dazed to realize that. So he sat there, drinking his hot chocolate, and marveling. 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