HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!!! And my B-day is April 2! (hee hee) This is a
good month ^_^

AN: I know that it's been a while... Gomen, I've been really busy, and 
since TGITM is getting so complicated, I had to focus on it for a 
while... But now I'm back with this fic :) Major thankies to everyone 
who e-mailed me after I posted the prologue- it took me a while to get 
back on track with this, but the only reason why I did was because of 
your feedback. Thank you! As for that make shift site I may have 
mentioned... it's still under construction, I'm very HTML illiterate 
^^; 

I kinda slipped in a guest from the SuperS anime season ^^; Couldn't 
help it. And yes, there's still not too much UsaMamo interacion... I 
know, I know, that's what you're here for! But it'll take a bit...And 
as you all know, Usagi and Mamo-chan don't really see each other until 
the afternoon, and *everyone* knows how long it takes for me to do a 
day long fic...Forgive me. ;_;

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Never did, never will. But that 

doesn't mean I can't use it in my imagination, right ? ^_^ 

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Camera Shy
Chapter 1
Rated PG
By April Rayne
Startear42@aol.com
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	"I'm late!"

	And for the first time in a long time, it wasn't Usagi that was
yelling the infamous phrase...

	"Motoki-kun, would you just *forget* about the camera for a 
second?"
	The director shook his head, smiling. "Can't. This is your big 
screen debut, man. It's gotta be perfect." 
	Mamoru groaned and made a face while he turned around to make 
sure that Motoki couldn't see his face. He was going insane... Soon, 
all he could do was mumble to himself... "Mamoru-kun, can you drink 
your coffee again? I need it from another angle... That entrance was 
messed up, can you go back so that I can pan from the living room to 
the door?... Do you really want to wear *that*?... Mamoru-kun, can you 
try to avoid looking directly at the camera, it's really not what I'm 
looking for... Mamoru-kun, do this- Mamoru-kun, do that," Mamoru 
muttered to himself childishly, trying to mimic Motoki's sudden bout 
with bossiness. 'Damn,' he thought to himself, practically ready to 
wring Motoki's throat.
	No, *nobody* would be able to tell that Mamoru had one too many
cups of coffee that morning...
	Totally oblivious, Motoki put the camera away from his face and 
gestured for his friend to move back. "Now just go back inside your 
apartment, and let's try getting you walking out the door from a 
different angle."
	"Motoki-kun! This is for a college course, not some Hollywood 
producer! Now let's get going or your film subject will decide to run 
off without you!"
	"All right, all right, I'm coming..."
	Finally rid of Motoki's sorry attempts at filming him getting 
ready this morning, Mamoru dumped a huge pile of books down next to the
door and began to walk down the hallway. Taking another look at his 
watch, he sighed, exasperated. "Thanks to you, Mr. Spielburg, now we 
really have to run." 
	"Mamoru-kun, can you look at your watch again, that would look 
really good from another angle, and I missed it on camera."
	"Sure I'll do it again, Motoki-kun," Mamoru said as the 
elevator opened. He stepped in and pressed the button to close the door
just as Motoki was positioning himself for the same shot. "Another 
time." 
	The doors closed.

*****

	If you woke up that particular morning to look out the window 
or glance down Tokyo's Tenth Street, you would have noticed two 
fairly... strange people. One was speed walking, and the other... Well, 
he fumbled down the sidewalk like a circus clown, with a camera bag on 
one side, balancing a camcorder in one hand and a mountain of books in 
the other, supposedly trying to catch up to the first man. 
	
	"Straaaange tourist..." one lady commented before walking into 
her shop. 

	"Mamoru-kun! Can you slow down? Your books are a pain in the-"
	"Deal with it," the dark haired one replied with a sly grin. 
Let's see... his Quantum Physics, Biology, Genetics, Renaissance Lit., 
and American Lit. textbooks, each a more than a thousand pages each, 
were suspended by Motoki's arm.
	Too bad he was only going to Renaissance Lit. and Bio today...
	Another happy smirk crossed Mamoru's features. "You wanted to 
do a film on me, so I have to get something in return. Besides," he 
added, sighing to himself again, "I'm late, and it's *your* fault, so 
why don't you just learn to catch up?"
	Motoki scrambled to look at the clock on the camcorder. 
"Mamoru-kun, whoa-!" Motoki practically lurched forward to catch the 
large book that dangerously teetered on the top end. He muttered to 
himself a la southern belle, "It's such a blame shame... Directors ah 
*so* unappreciated."
	"What was that, Motoki-kun?" his friend asked, his midnight 
blue eyes telling him that he was hitting danger level.
	"It's such a shame that teachers can be so nasty about being 
late," Motoki smiled sweetly. "By the way, you still have *plenty* of 
time..."
	Not pausing, Mamoru looked back at his friend with a glare. 
Motoki gulped, and glancing to the side, added, "Why the rush? You've 
been almost late to lecture every other day too, but we're making 
perfect time today."
	Looking ahead at the next street corner sign, Mamoru quickened 
his steps. "*Hurry* up!"
	"Okay, okay... geez, I think it would've been easier to tape 
animals at the zoo."
	Another glare.
	"What? Did I say anything?" Motoki smiled *somewhat* genuinely.

	Only a few feet before making the street corner, a blur of 
blond, white, red and blue sped in front of them, and put her feet on 
the brakes to make sure that she stopped before she could collapse into 
the street. Putting her hands on her knees and taking a few deep 
breaths, she stood up, a confused look crossing her blue eyes, as if 
she had forgotten something. Her eyes strayed down the street...
	And met directly with Mamoru's. 
	Frozen like deer caught in headlights, they kept the eye 
contact until the blonde shook her head, shrugging. She'd found that 
missing something... 

	"Good morning, Mamoru-baka!"

	Sticking her tongue out at the man that stood stupefied only a 
couple of feet away, she turned and ran down the street, but not 
without looking back and smiling smugly to herself.
	'So *that's* what you were late for Mamoru-kun,' Motoki grinned 
to himself. Making sure not to miss a moment of the expression on the 
man's face, he panned from the girl dashing crazily down the street to 
the guy who silently watched her go.	
	Seeing the goofy look on Motoki's face and the lens of the 
camera, and realizing the crazy ideas that could be forming in his head
while in 'director mode', Mamoru turned away and shook his head 
fervently. "When you're as late as Odango, you know that something's 
up."
	Motoki tried to kill the laugh that was quickly making its way 
up his throat. 'You have *no* idea.'
	
*****
(K.O. University)

	"Keep it down," Mamoru whispered to his friend as he tried to 
sneak through the doors to the lecture hall. They had dropped off most 
of the books in another professors room, Mamoru sheepishly trying to 
explain what was going on. Motoki didn't have to go to any of his 
classes today, and was following Mamoru like a hawk. 
	Taking another quick glance around the room, he noticed that 
his teacher was busy in the middle of another speech. He let out a 
long, relieved breath. He hated more than anything to be late, because 
the professor would always-
	"Chiba-san, nice of you to join us," his professor called out 
from the stage. Two hundred pairs of eyes, their curiosity caught, 
focused on the two newcomers. Mamoru and Motoki, still with his camera,
dashed like lightning to two empty seats in the back aisle, sitting up 
straight and diligently looking into the textbook- an upside down 
textbook, that is... 
	"And since you're so fashionably late," the professor added, 
moving up the stairs and towards Mamoru's seat, "you have the courtesy 
of getting your paper back from me personally." He stopped at the edge 
of the aisle of seats, and gave it to the first person. "Pass it down 
to him." 
	Mamoru slowly turned to the last page of his report, holding 
his breath. He had rushed to finish this paper the night that he had 
found out that Usagi hadn't been at the game center because she wasn't 
feeling well and was suffering from the flu. Needless to say, 'The 
Impact of Renaissance Literature Upon Modern Society' couldn't capture 
his attention that night, in comparison to a certain blonde...
	Motoki, meanwhile, focused the camcorder on Mamoru, moving 
within inches of his face to capture his expression. "Lucky for you," 
the professor interrupted, walking back down to the lecture hall stage, 
"That I'm not going to get on your case because of your grade..." 
Finally reaching the last page, Mamoru let out his breath and Motoki 
zoomed in on the letter in bright red ink.

	An A+.
	Not bad, considering.

	"Geez, Mamoru-kun, is this the paper that you were freaking out 
about the week that Usagi-chan was sick?"
	Motoki wasn't acquainted with the fact that sitting in the back
made your voice travel down the acoustically designed room... A couple 
of people laughed- the great Mamoru, freaking out over a paper...over a
*girl* no less? Others simply smiled. A couple of girls glared at 
Motoki, a clear pout spreading across their faces at the mere idea that 
Mamoru didn't belong to them...
	Mamoru just glared. 

*****
	"Motoki-kun, I swear, if you get any closer..." Mamoru's 
morning class had just ended, and he was pretty sure that the professor 
wasn't too happy with him, let alone his best friend. Let's just say, 
Motoki didn't realize that whispering and staying still would be a 
better way to *not* attract attention, instead of talking aloud and 
getting up more than once during the lecture to get Mamoru from a 
different angle. Taking the anger in Mamoru's eyes as a *fairly* 
obvious hint, the cameraman opted to film the angry subject from 
behind. 
	Mamoru was a walking thunderstorm- Motoki figured it would be 
easier to stay out of his angry path.

	As he walked, Mamoru couldn't help but trace his thoughts to 
the one question that had been pestering him the whole day. Who was the 
camera girl going to be? Well, it couldn't be any one of the 'freaky 
five'- Odango Atama and her friends- they were still stuck in school 
anyway. 
	He choked at the thought of one of them in particular. Usagi, 
the camera girl? No, Motoki was pretty stupid when he put his mind to 
it, but not stupid enough to let the Klutz Queen handle expensive 
equipment. But the idea didn't stop the small grin that made it's way 
to his face...
	He shook his head to get rid of the thought. Well, Motoki did 
say that he met the girl on campus... There were too many girls on the 
campus for him to keep track of. Who the heck could the girl possibly 
be?
	"So Mamoru-kun..." Motoki chided. "Aren't you dying to figure 
out who the girl is?"
	
	"Not particularly."

	"Sure. Well, just to tell you, she's on campus and should be 
here in a few minutes."
	"Uh huh." Making sure that Motoki-kun wasn't looking, he ran a 
hand through his hair. 
	But the camera catches everything.... Motoki smiled to himself,
before scanning the crowd for his camera girl. She was supposed to be 
here now, but was fashionably late, as always. He sighed. Tell the girl
to come an hour early, and she'll come an hour late...
	A pretty brunette with light blue eyes walked up to the two 
with a huge smile on her face. "Mamoru-kun, Motoki-kun, how are you?" 
she said brightly as she stopped in front of the two. 
	Motoki grinned. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle-"
	Mamoru groaned. 'You probably *are*.'
	"Saori-san*!" he finished with a grand flourish, focusing the 
camera on her. There it was again. That goofy grin that made Mamoru 
want to hit the guy on more than one occasion today. That could only 
mean one thing...
	The brunette smiled a little wider. "I never knew I had such an 
effect on you, Mamoru-kun," she added with a sly grin as she noticed 
Mamoru's look of shock.
	"Very funny." 'Saori is the camera girl? But...' Mamoru let out
a hesitated laugh as he glanced at Motoki from the corner of his eye. 
On the whole campus, Saori was the only girl that Mamoru could be 
friends with, despite the fact that he wasn't open with everyone. 
That's all she was to him. A friend. But to have her follow him around 
all day, find out what he was like... it just didn't feel right 
somehow. Mamoru cringed, but tried to hide it in front of her. 
	Looking around the area, her eyes lit up as she noticed someone 
waving to her from the entrance. Grinning one last time to the two 
guys, she waved quickly and ran off, calling out, "See you later 
tonight, Mamoru-kun!"
	"Eh? Saori-san, wait a minute!" Mamoru tried to ask before she 
sped off behind him. Trying to figure out what she was taking about, 
Mamoru gave a 'what are you up to?- look to Motoki before turning 
around and running-

	"Hey!!"

	...smack dab into another person.

	"Ittai! Ah, gomen, I'm new to this place and... YOU!" she 
cried, pointing an accusing finger at Mamoru.
	"Odango?" Mamoru asked incredulously. 
	Ignoring the hand that he extended to help her up, she 
practically jumped to her feet, forgetting about the camera and the 
slight blush that colored her cheeks. "Ne, Mamoru-baka! Just because we 
didn't crash into each other this morning doesn't mean that you have to
make up for it!"
	Mamoru's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in annoyance. 
"Look, Odango Atama-"
	"Hi, Motoki-oniichan," Usagi called out, switching gears and 
standing in front of the cameraman, who had practically been eating up 
the whole incident with his camera. Usagi smiled sweetly and waved. 

	That goofy grin was practically a permanent part of Motoki's 
face now.

	"And this," Motoki began, taking the focus off Mamoru and onto 
the girl, "...is Tsukino Usagi, otherwise affectionately known as 
Mamoru-kun's Odango Atama..."
	'Thank God he didn't say-'
	"And his Camera Girl."


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End Chapter 1
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AN: Kind of a semi- spolier... the guest, if no one guessed, was 
Saori-san, who... well, I'll leave that for you to find out. 

Feedback, please?!?!?!??!?! For a girl who almost lost her sanity last 
week, feedback would be a good remedy...