Every Little Thing She Does by Lady Aisheteru Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com Lady Aisheteru: I've gotten some questions regarding Usagi's age and the timeline. At this point, Usagi is 15, Mamoru is 18, and it's set somewhere during the first season...after all of the Inners have been discovered, but before Usagi and Mamoru fall in love. I know the timeline may be a little off....oh well. Chalk it up to artistic lisence. Now on with the fic! All standard disclaimers apply. The selected lyrics are from "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" by The Police. Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic Now I know my love for her goes on Chapter One - The Games We Play "This is dumb!" whined Usagi. "Why do we have to watch this stupid movie?" "Trust me," said Minako, smiling. They were watching Grease in the living room of in the Aino's apartment. Thankfully, Ms. Aino wasn't home. Because she would definitely not approve of what her daughter was teaching her friend. They were at the part when everyone was at the school fair. "Ugh!" said Usagi. "I can't TAKE any more!" she moaned. "Come on, Usa. Here comes the good part!" she said. A girl dressed in skintight black walked over to Danny. Usagi watched in astonishment as his jaw dropped practically to the ground. "S-Sandy!" he exclaimed. "Tell me about it...stud!" said the black clad woman. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and crushed it under her heel. Usagi watched in awe as the couple did their musical number, Sandy teasing Danny and Danny following her around the fair. "Consider this your first lesson, Usagi. See how he favors the leather punk chick thing? You should do that. Beat Mamoru at his own fashion game." Usagi pictured herself in a black shirt and a green blazer and she instantly shuddered. "I don't think green works for me," said Usagi. Minako laughed after conjuring up the same mental image. "Yeah, you're right. Oh well. There are other ways," she said, rewinding the tape. "Like what?" asked Usagi. "Well, for starters, those meatballs HAVE to go," said Minako. "But I like them!" whined Usagi. "But they're not sexy, Usagi!" she said. She undid Usagi's hair and gasped as it fell to the floor. She then escorted Usagi to her full length bedroom mirror. "Long, flowing hair," said Minako. "Now THAT's sexy!" Usagi smiled and nodded. "Hey, now he can't call me odango!" "That's the spirit!" said Minako. "Now for some clothes..." she said. She had Usagi try on outfit after revealing outfit until Usagi sighed in exasperation. "What's the matter, Usa?" asked Minako. "I look like a cheap hooker!" wailed Usagi. Minako sighed. "Picky, picky, picky," she said, digging in her messy walk in closet. "Here, try this one on," she said, pulling out another outfit. Usagi took the outfit and ran into Minako's bathroom to try it on. Minako whistled. "You look great, girl!" she said. Usagi was wearing a lavender tank top that brought out her natural curves but wasn't tight or low cut, and a pair of shorts that was just short enough to bring out her long legs without looking whorish. Usagi smiled. "Now, for conversation," said Minako. "After he quits drooling, he might want to talk to you." Usagi giggled. "The key to flirting is that all men think they are absolutely FASCINATING," said Minako. "Yeah, right," said Usagi, rolling her eyes. "If Mamoru had to spend an hour with himself, I'd bet that he'd be bored to death," she said. "Well, find something that interests him and strike up a conversation about it," said Minako. "That seems right," said Usagi. "But what do I know about Quantum Physics?" "Oh, come on. There's got to be something more in your league that he likes," said Minako. "I hear that he's on the debate team at Azabu. And he's on the track team." she said. "With all the running around you do every weekday morning, I'm sure you'd have THAT in common," she said, smiling. Usagi promptly stuck out her tongue. "And then there's touching...." said Minako. "Eeek!" wailed Usagi. "I wouldn't touch that baka with a 30 feet pole!" she said. "You do want to get your revenge, right?" said Minako. "Yeah, yeah yeah," growled Usagi. "Then you have to let him think that you're interested in him. One thing you can do is this," Minako said, picking a blonde hair off Usagi's shoulder. "And if he questions it, just say you found a hair on his blazer or something." "But Mamoru's always so neat!" said Usagi. "It doesn't matter," said Minako. "Just pretend that it's there," she said. "Right," said Usagi. "Another thing is stroking his hand. They love that," said Minako. Usagi cringed. "And if you're feeling REALLY naughty," said Minako mischievously, "Blow in his ear!" "Why would I do that?" asked Usagi. (Lady Aisheteru: Yes, she really IS that naive. At least in this fic.) "Trust me," said Minako, winking. "Tell me, Minako, with all of this good advice, why don't YOU have a boyfriend?" asked Usagi. "Youma's curse," said Minako. "Ah." said Usagi. ***** Mamoru sat at the counter of the Crown Arcade and flipped through the pages of his advanced calculus book. But he wasn't paying attention to the numbers and letters within. Truth be told, his mind was on Motoki's outburst the previous day. He had never seen his friend so upset. And it had never occurred to him that his teasing hurt Usagi's feelings...although he was more upset about Motoki. He didn't know why...but something about that odangoed girl made him want to tease her. If he was being honest with himself, he would admit that he just wanted to get a reaction from her. The bells rang at the arcade door, signaling that someone was coming in. Welcoming a distraction to what he was not reading, he looked up. What he saw caused his mouth to go dry, his jaw to drop and his pulse to quicken. It was Usagi, and she looked....'Unbelievable,' thought Mamoru. Her hair was free from its traditional odangos and spilled like honey flowing from a pitcher down to the ground, curled softly at the ends. She was wearing a purple tank top that wasn't tight, but brought out her natural curves, and a light pair of shorts that showed off her long legs that seemed to go on for miles. Even her face looked better, her blue eyes radiating good humor. If he had been able to pry his eyes from the form of the blonde goddess, he would have noticed that Motoki was having a similar reaction. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. The other women glared at Usagi with envy. "What has she got that I haven't got?" asked one girl, elbowing her boyfriend. "Everything," he said, sighing, which earned him a smack in the head. Meanwhile, Usagi was the picture of a confident supermodel, but inside, her heart was racing frantically. 'Oh my God, all these guys are staring at me! Eeek!' Feeling over exposed, even in Minako's most tasteful attire, she wanted to run out of the Arcade like a bat out of Hell. But the logical side of her brain reasoned that if she ran now, she would never get to have her revenge. She walked over to the counter where Mamoru was sitting. 'Geez, no reaction at all? Not even a trace of a blush? He's hard to impress,' thought Usagi. "Boy, I'm thirsty!" she said, grinning at nobody in particular. "I could sure use a cola!" Five colas appeared next to Usagi, paid for by five eager boys. "Thanks!" she exclaimed happily. "You know, I'm kind of hungry too." Motoki hastily made a double fudge sundae and presented it to Usagi. "H-here," he stammered. "It's on me." "Wow, you're the BEST!" she squealed, digging in. Then she remembered Minako's instructions, 'Eat like a lady!' and she ate with a measured gracefulness that wasn't lost on Mamoru. As soon as she was done with her sundae, (Which seemed like AGES to Usagi) she looked over at the apparently calm Mamoru and smiled her best megawatt grin. "You're awfully quiet, Mamoru," she said. She inwardly grimaced at what she was about to do. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked. "What's with the sans-meatballs approach? Any occasion?" stammered Mamoru. Usagi took his hand out of the math book, which was long since forgotten, and placed it in her own two. She began to stroke it soothingly. Electricity shot from her soft fingertips into him. 'Did she feel that too?' he wondered. But if there was one thing Mamoru was good at, it was concealing his emotions. "I don't know," drawled Usagi, continuing to stroke his hand. Inwardly, she panicked. 'Why isn't my touch affecting him?' she wondered. 'Minako said this would work.' Usagi decided to cut her losses and run. ""Well, I have to go. See you later, Mamoru!" she said, beginning to saunter out of the arcade. "WAIT!" exclaimed Motoki. Mamoru growled. Motoki and Reika's relationship had been terminated ever since she took a position in Africa studying biology. He remembered many times when he had come into the arcade after the breakup, had seen a lonely glint in his eye and a telltale path on his cheek where many a salty tear had travelled. But Reika had made her choice, and Motoki made his. 'Back off, buddy! She's MINE!' Mamoru thought. But, seeing as Motoki wasn't a telepath, he didn't get Mamoru's hint. "Would you like to see a movie on Wednesday?" Inwardly, Usagi squealed. Not only would she get to date Motoki, she would make Mamoru jealous! Even though she couldn't see it in his eyes... "Sure!" Motoki beamed. "Okay, I'll pick you up at 7! Let me know what movie you want to see before then!" "Okay!" she said, exiting the arcade, her hair swishing in her wake. "Wow! I haven't seen you ask a girl out in months. I'm happy for you, Motoki." said Mamoru as soon as Usagi was out of earshot. But something gnawed at his insides, something that made him feel like it wasn't quite right somehow. He didn't know what those feelings were, but he knew one thing. They scared him. Lady Aisheteru: You like? R&R appreciated. Ja!