Every Little Thing She Does Chapter 2 - Subject to Debate by Lady Aisheteru Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com Standard disclaimers go here. The lyrics from below are from the same song I used in Chapter One "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic," written by Sting when he was still with The Police. AN: I've been getting some very interesting requests. Some of you want to pummel Mamoru, some of you fear for his safety and well being, and some of you want Usagi and Motoki to pair off. I won't say who ends up with who quite yet, and this chapter will raise more questions than it answers. We'll just have to find out about the couples together. I will agree that Usagi and Motoki parings are very rare. I know of two good fics that pair off Usagi with our favorite video game jockey, "Tears in Heaven," by JLaLa, and "Moon Stalker," by Ziska Ames, and they're both listed in my sailor moon fanfic website. Anyways, on with the fic! ****** Do I have to tell the story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet ****** 'I cannot BELIEVE I am doing this!' Usagi thought to herself, shaking her head. She had changed from her school uniform into a light yellow sundress she had brought to school with her, and her hair was still out of its odangos. She was beginning to like the way her hair felt, the way it swayed with every step she took. It was a weekday, so there weren't as many males to admire her as there were yesterday. But she still attracted more than her fair share of male attention and evil eyes from jealous females. She walked by the Crown Arcade and smiled. She would have walked in, but she was a girl on a mission. Usagi's face scrunched up in determination. "Hey, Usagi!" called a voice. Usagi whirled around, her hair slightly behind her body's movements. Motoki's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, rendering him momentarily speechless. "You wanted to tell me something, Motoki?" she asked, smiling. "Yeah, I was wondering...what movie do you want to see?" Usagi pondered it a moment. She was so busy complaining to Minako about her apparent lack of success with Mamoru and bragging about her date with Motoki to Minako that she hadn't given the matter much thought. 'She's so cute when she scrunches up her face like that,' thought Motoki, smiling. "I'd really like to see that new Mel Gibson flick. You know, the one where he reads women's minds." she said. "You mean 'What Women Want?'" he asked, amused. "Yeah, that one." Motoki pulled out a copy of the newspaper he had behind his back and Usagi came over to look at the movie schedule with him. Motoki blushed at the feel of Usagi's warm breath on his neck. "There's a showing at 7:00 on Wednesday. How about then?" asked Usagi. "That sounds great," said Motoki. "I'll see you then!" "Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Usagi, looking at her watch. "I am SO majorly late!" "Bye Usagi!" Motoki yelled after her. Usagi paused a second, waved, then took off at breakneck speed. ***** Usagi paused behind the door of Room 101 of Azabu High to catch her breath. 'I don't know WHAT Ami was thinking. It's one thing to argue with Mamoru, but to observe a debate club? This is waaaay out of my league,' thought Usagi. Gathering her wits, she steeled herself and entered the room, where Mamoru and another guy were engaged in a heated discussion. "...But if the driving age was raised to 18, then students like you and I would miss out on the opportunity to learn valuable driving skills!" said Mamoru. "The fact that your Ferrari is a girl magnet wouldn't have anything to do with that assumption, would it? It is often said that men who own muscle cars are making up for something else..." "First of all, Tenchi, that has absolutely NOTHING to do with the matter at hand, and second of all, I attract plenty of women without my 'muscle car.'" Usagi resisted the urge to laugh. Even though, now that she thought about it, women did tend to notice him a lot. 'Okay, so he's easy on the eyes. He's STILL a baka,' she thought. "That was getting a little personal, Tenchi. Let's stick to the topic at hand, hmmm?" said the moderator. "Gomen, Masuki-sensei." said Tenchi. The topic continued for another twenty minutes, and Usagi was getting bored. She made a mental note to kill two certain senshi later, Minako for having come up with the whole 'revenge' thing, and Ami for suggesting she attend this debate. Just when Usagi could take no more, Mr. Masuki announced that the debate was over. Usagi gathered her things, muttering some choice four letter words under her breath. 'What am I supposed to do, sashay up to that baka and tell him how great he was?' she wondered. She was about to leave, when Mamoru walked up to her. "Konnichi-wa, Usagi. I didn't know you were interested in the interscholastic debate club," he said. 'Wow! He called me Usagi! Although he can't really call me odango anymore...' she mused. She noticed him staring at her and started to panic. 'Agh! Gotta say SOMETHING. He's staring at me!' "Well, you and I argue so much that I thought this might be a good place for me to sharpen my skills," she said. 'Yea! Smooth, girl!' Mamoru laughed. "Debating isn't quite the same as arguing, Usagi," he said, walking with her down the halls. "It isn't?" "Ie. Debates are more structured, address specific issues, and are moderated." "Oh. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time," said Usagi. "Well, in all fairness, debating is like arguing in a way. They're just not exactly the same," he said. "So...what did you think?" "About what?" "About driving. Should the driving age be raised?" Usagi's brains scrambled for a response. Finally, words that she hoped were witty and eloquent fell out her mouth, "Of course! Their bodies are still growing, and our minds haven't grown up yet either. Since the legal drinking age is lower than the legal driving age, there could be people on the road that might not be mature enough to handle the effects of alcohol. I wouldn't want them on the road," concluded Usagi. 'I hope that sounded intelligent,' thought Usagi. 'Wow! She's a lot smarter than I give her credit for,' thought Mamoru, impressed. "Hmm," Mamoru said. "That's a good point," he said. "I hadn't considered that before." "Well, somebody's got to keep you on your toes!" Usagi said, laughing. She liked this approach better. She wasn't very comfortable with the touchy-feely approach, anyways. "You?" He lifted Usagi until they were the same height. "I'd be more likely to keep you on YOUR toes," he said. "Touche, Mamoru," said Usagi, still smiling. "When does the debate club meet again?" she asked. "Wednesday, 3:30," said Mamoru. "Okay. See you there!" said Usagi as she reached the door. Mamoru smiled. He didn't know why she was acting differently towards him all of a sudden. But he had to admit that he liked it. ***** Usagi dialed the number to Minako's apartment. "Moshi moshi." "Hey Minako! It's me!" said Usagi. "So, how did debate club go?" Minako asked. "It was cool," said Usagi. "I actually made Mamoru think about something." "Nice to know you're feeding his libido," quipped Minako. "No way! I'm talking about the debate club, baka. He was debating teenage driving today." "Oh. Gomen, Usa-chan," said Minako. "That's okay." said Usagi. "So which movie are you and Motoki going to see?" "'What Women Want.'" "Oooh, the new Mel Gibson flick? He is soooooo dreamy," sighed Minako. "Yeah, even though he is older than dirt," said Usagi. "HE IS NOT!" "Come on, he's my mom's age!" "So your mom's older than dirt?" "Oh. I guess not," conceded Usagi. "So, what are you going to wear?" Usagi eagerly plunged into an account of exactly what she would wear on Wednesday evening. She and Minako talked until Ikuko, Usagi's mom, grabbed the phone from Usagi and told Minako her daughter was going to bed. ***** Mamoru lay awake in his bed that night. Sleep, like the dream princess that usually vistited him while he was under its thrall, eluded him. He couldn't get over how Usagi was acting differently towards him. He pondered every possible reason his powerful mind could think of, but came up with nothing. 'Maybe she finally discovered how dead sexy you are,' mocked his conscience. 'Yeah, right,' he thought. If anything, it was the opposite. He hadn't noticed how beautiful he thought Usagi was until that fateful day last week she came into the arcade with her hair down. And when he had picked her up held her briefly in his arms, something within him told him that it was so right. He marvelled at how light she was after eating the way she did(Lady Aisheteru: Some girls have all the luck!) and how she felt warm under his touch. 'But this is Odango we're talking about here!' he desperately countered, fearing the direction his thoughts were going, even though they had wandered there a lot lately. 'Not anymore. She wears her hair down, baka!' said his conscience. 'But she's 14!' 'Exactly legal age. (Lady A: In Japan, that is.) So what's your problem?' Mamoru growled, unable to come up with any more excuses to reason away his long dormant but gradually resurfacing feelings. He wondered to himself where he could find a new conscience. 'Sorry, babe, but you're stuck with me,' said his conscience. 'Lovely. I get to spend the night with my brain.' Mamoru turned over to his side. Just when the red digits on his alarm clock were beginning to run together, his alarm went off. Sighing, he got up and began to prepare for the day. ***** Lady Aisheteru: Love it? Hate it? Should I not put finger to keyboard? R&R appreciated. Ja!