-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I get A Kick Out Of You Based on the Song by Frank Sinatra and Takeuchi-sama's characters of BSSM. -KICK!- I get no kick from champagne... Mere alcohol, it doesn't move me at all! So tell me why should it be true? That I get a -kick- out of you! He didn't like sake. Parties didn't excite him. The looks women gave him made him yawn. But this - this was something new, something special. For a guy who prefered his coffee bitter and hot to wake him up rather than sweet and warm to keep him happy, this was a whole new ball park. Maybe it was the air pollution, or maybe Motoki-kun had slipped some of that false sugar stuff into his coffee again. It could have been that he had simply over-done it on the choocolate yesterday, but somehow, Mamoru knew it was none of these things. Some like the bop-type refrain I'm sure that if I heard even one rif (!) 'Twould would bore me terrif'cally too, yet I get a -kick- out of you! He didn't get excited for the new Video Games, the new deserts on the menu, and he didn't tap his foot or bob his head in time to the fast paced music playing on the radio. Mamoru didn't even smile often when he was happy. Well, unless he was teasing Odango, but that was a whole different matter entirely. He simply wasn't the type of person to get excited about these things. He could remember how excited and, kami forgive, _giddy_, Motoki had been when he got his first driver's license. Mamoru hadn't been that way. He had just shrugged it off and had practically forgotten about an hour latter when he started working on his physics lab. Motoki said it was scary, Mamoru said it wasn't normal to get giddy over such a small thing. He'd never been giddy in his entire life! I get a kick everytime I see you standing there before me, I get a kick, though it's clear to me, you obviously don't adore me... But then, she happened. The one thing in his entire life that had made him... <_<... >_> .... giddy. Giddy! He practically had to bite his cheeks to keep from grinning like a mad man and bursting into laughter, she was just to cute, too funny, too adorable for words! The scariest thing was, it was the only thing he had ever gotten a kick out of that he could remember. A girl, of all things! I get no kick in a plane flying too high with some gal in the sky! Is my idea of nothing to do... Yet I get a -kick- out of you! There were just so many little things. Everything she did brought some insane grin tugging at his cheeks, and he was helpless to prevent it. He couldn't help laughing quietly to himself at night when interesting little things she had said or done popped into his head. It was scary. That's what Motoki said, again, but this time for a different reason. He had been scared half to death when Mamoru had started laughing at seemingly nothing one day at Crown. When asked what was so funny, Mamoru had coughed it off and muttered something about the Thermal Expansion Theory. Motoki had taken the answer that time, but the next several times, he had started to get suspiscious. I get a kick everytime I see you standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me you obviously do not adore me... And when your best friend gets suspicious, they tend to confront you eventually. "You've got a girl hidden away somewhere in that closet of yours, don't you?" Motoki demanded one day. Mamoru practically spit out his coffee, and Odango, sitting only a stool or two away, dropped her spoon and suddenly found their conversation, once medical theory, now the-girl-in-Mamoru's-closet, incredibly, irresistably interesting. "A girl?" she had asked, wide eyed. Motoki nodded. "Haven't you noticed? Mamoru's been..." he dropped off to a conspiratorial whisper, "...*giddy* lately!" Mamoru snorted. "I've been no such thing! I've never been giddy in my life!" Mamoru retorted. Usagi looked back and forth from Mamoru to Motoki to Mamoru again, then leaned in close. "So," she asked him, "Who is she?" Mamoru's head could be heard echoing against the counter twice in the empty arcade-cafe before Motoki stopped him. "Just fess up and we'll leave you alone, Mamoru. Other wise, you can be expecting the the Tsukino-Furuhata Intelligence Agency to be tailing you night and day," Motoki said firmly, backed up by a furiously nodding Odango. Mamoru sighed. "If you really must know," he started, pulling his coat on as he stood up, before saluting Odango, I get no kick in a plane flying too high with some gal in the sky! Is my idea of nothing to do... Yet I get a -kick-, yes, I get a -Kick-...(etc) ...out of you! "I get a kick out of you." he finished with a wink, and left the silent Crown Building with great satisfaction.