Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait. The creative juices started flowing
again so I've decided to change this story a bit. I also plan to continue
this story even if it kills me. Feel free to shove something disgusting in
my letterbox if I don't. Flames are welcome if you have constructive
criticism to back it up. Compliments are DEFINETLY welcome as well.
Anyway..on with the show...I mean story.he he he -_-;
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Chapter One
The bright rays of the sun peered down from the shelter of the clouds. The sun shone though an open bedroom window and onto a girl asleep on her bed. Her shimmering golden hair, that reached down to her ankles, was done up in two buns at the top of her head while the rest loosely covered her thin, maturing frame. Her wide, sea blue eyes were closed and a soft smile played on her pink lips.
Her grin grew wider as a trickle of drool oozed out of her mouth and she murmured, "Mmm.chocolate chip triple layer strawberry cheesecake with ice-cream.you shouldn't have mum."
Abruptly, Usagi was brought out of her slumber by a loud thumping on her door. In her shock, she rolled out of bed and crashed onto the floor in a tangle of sheets. "Wake up Usagi! It's 8:30!" Mrs. Tsukino yelled from outside the room then retreated down the hallway to the kitchen. "8:30???" Usagi took a few seconds to register. "8:30??? OH MY GOD!!! IT'S 8:30!!!!! I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN!!!"
She changed into her more than slightly crinkled uniform which was carelessly dumped on the floor, shoved a piece of toast in her mouth and was out of the house in record time. "Can't be.late.again!!!!" She squealed as she rocketed down the path to school secretly hoping that she didn't run into a certain raven-hared man on the way. She couldn't afford to be later than she already was today.
* * * * * "Now listen class, today in math we'll be learning the formula for Pythagoras's theorem. Just as soon as I hand out the results.." Haruna- sensai's sentence was cut short when the door to the classroom creaked open and a VERY tired Usagi staggered through holding onto the doorframe for support. "Am I.(pant)on time.(pant)for class?" she puffed. The teacher smiled sweetly. "Yes you are." Usagi sighed with relief. ".just in time to earn yourself an after school detention." A few sniggers erupted from a few people from the class.
Usagi groaned and slumped into her seat as the sensai started handing out the results to last week's history test. "WHA!!! 56%!!!!!" Usagi groaned and slumped back even further into her chair willing the lunch bell to ring.
* * * * * Several more agonising hours of school and an after school detention later, Usagi slumped into the Crown arcade, her head bowed not looking at anyone or anything and over to her usual stool at the bar. She murmured her usual greetings to Motoki and ordered the most sugary, fat-filled chocolate milkshake possible. She drank it in one gulp then laid her forehead on the bench and moaned.
"Something up Usagi?" Motoki asked noting her dejected expression, to say the least. Usagi slowly lifted her head to the speaker and replied, "I've just had a REALLY bad day." She moaned emphasizing the really.
The doors of the arcade slid open and Mamoru waltzed in and casually walked up to the pair. Usagi turned her head and winced. Mamoru, unfazed by her expression, retorted, "Hey Odango Atama! How many people have kissed the sidewalk because of your clumsyness today?" He slapped her rather roughly on the back, receiving a dark look from Usagi, and sat down on the stool next to her.
She banged her head back down onto the bench and moaned, "I think my day just got a WHOLE lot worse!" Mamoru was about to open his mouth and say something else rather insulting when he was stopped by Motoki's warning glare as he shoved a cup of coffee into his hands.
"So.Odango." He took a sip of his coffee. ".why so glum? Are you angry at someone?" Usagi laughed bitterly. "Why would you care jerk?" Mamoru raised the coffee cup up to his lips muffling his reply, "In case I need to issue a warning to the Juuban district that Cyclone Usagi is on the war path.again." He sniggered and cracked another one of his award-winning smiles at her. So many girls had swooned over that smile but obviously it didn't work on Usagi. It actually had quite the opposite effect.
Usagi stood up abruptly knocking her stool over and fixed Mamoru with a death stare. "Do you really want to know why I'm so fucking depressed?" she yelled. Both Mamoru's and Motoki's mouths gaped open. Never in their lives had they heard such language come out of her mouth. Several people turned to stare at the loud teenager. "Do you really want to know what kind of day I've had?" Mamoru looked stunned. "Er.Usagi?" Motoki asked cautiously, "People are.well.staring and." "I don't care!" she snapped back still maintaining eye contact with Mamoru. Motoki decided then to make his retreat to the other side of the arcade. Whatever fight those two were about to get into, he wasn't going to be apart of it.
"I'll tell you what my day was like! I woke up late, had to run like mad to school, got a detention for being late, failed my history test, forgot my lunch, had to sit by myself at break because Minako and Makoto were at band practice and Ami was studying for her computer test, I tripped on my way to class, banging my head and scraping my knee." She lifted up her skirt slightly to reveal a bandaged knee. ".we had a surprise test which I totally bombed out on then I had to do after school detention with Haruna- sensai and she made me lick stamp which left this horrible taste in my mouth and then on my way here I ran into." She looked away as the bad memories of the encounter flooded in.
Mamoru couldn't keep a straight face anymore. "Oh.this.is.precious!" he exclaimed through peals of laughter. He almost fell off his seat. "Have you considered becoming a stand-up comedian? And that look on your face! If I didn't know you better, I would've thought you were actually serious!"
Mamoru abruptly stopped laughing when he looked up into her face. She had an extremely hurt expression on her face and tears were threatening to spill over. "Y.you think that this is just a joke?" she whispered astonished. A tear trickled down her cheek. "You really are just a cold heartless shell of a human if you can sit there and abuse and mock a young girl's feelings." She walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching for something within those shadowy orbs. Mamoru actually started to feel quite uncomfortable and shifted in his seat. Suddenly Usagi's eyes widened when she found what she was looking for.
"Y.you hold yourself in contempt?" she whispered and looked as though she was turning the concept over in her mind in an almost trance-like state. "You believe yourself to be completely devoid of such emotions as happiness, passion..love. You have never trusted a single person and push away anyone who tries to get close to you by putting up a cold front. But despite this, women still flock to you. They seem to swoon over your tough and broading visage. And in a way, you enjoy the attention. But, like the rest, you push them away. But why do you do this? You don't want to get hurt again.." She tilted her head and moved closer to him until their noses nearly touched. Her hot breath brushed over Mamoru's lips making them tingle. Then Usagi whispered so softly that it sounded like the passing wind. "I pity you, yet, admire you at the same time." She kissed him tenderly on the cheek then with one more searching look into his eyes, she straightened up and walked out of the arcade, tears now flowing freely.
Mamoru was extremely stunned, so much so that for a few minutes he just sat there, like in a trance, staring at the arcade exit. His cheek still tingled from the kiss as the perfume of her lingered in the air.
"Hell! What was that about? I don't understand! Why was she acting so..unlike her. And what was that analysis thing about? I've got a strange feeling about this. It was like she was looking right into my soul. But what she said couldn't possibly have been true..could it? Do I push away anyone who tries to get near me?" Mamoru sighed and placed his head in his hands. "Of course she's right! She's always right. Kami! Did I do this to her? Has all my teasing finally cracked her? But why do I even bother to tease her in the first place? Doesn't she realise it's just a game, that I don't really mean the things I say to her.." He shook his head. "You've really put your foot in it this time!" And yet, he couldn't help but feel that something.or someone else had reduced her to this state.
He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a cough behind him. The sight that met him was more frightening than any Negaforce youma could be. Motoki was glaring at him with pure venom in his eyes. If looks could kill, Mamoru would be a pile of dust on the stool. "What in Kami's name did you do to her?" Mamoru shook his head again. "I don't know" "You must've done something! She was on the verge of tears. I cannot believe one person could be so heartless. OUT!" He pointed a finger at the door. "If you don't apologise to her at once, I'll banish you from the arcade!" "Are you kidding! I'm the last person she wants to see at the moment!" Motoki suddenly got an enraged glint in his eye that said someone was about to get seriously hurt. Mamoru got up and hurried out before cups started to fly.
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Chapter One
The bright rays of the sun peered down from the shelter of the clouds. The sun shone though an open bedroom window and onto a girl asleep on her bed. Her shimmering golden hair, that reached down to her ankles, was done up in two buns at the top of her head while the rest loosely covered her thin, maturing frame. Her wide, sea blue eyes were closed and a soft smile played on her pink lips.
Her grin grew wider as a trickle of drool oozed out of her mouth and she murmured, "Mmm.chocolate chip triple layer strawberry cheesecake with ice-cream.you shouldn't have mum."
Abruptly, Usagi was brought out of her slumber by a loud thumping on her door. In her shock, she rolled out of bed and crashed onto the floor in a tangle of sheets. "Wake up Usagi! It's 8:30!" Mrs. Tsukino yelled from outside the room then retreated down the hallway to the kitchen. "8:30???" Usagi took a few seconds to register. "8:30??? OH MY GOD!!! IT'S 8:30!!!!! I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN!!!"
She changed into her more than slightly crinkled uniform which was carelessly dumped on the floor, shoved a piece of toast in her mouth and was out of the house in record time. "Can't be.late.again!!!!" She squealed as she rocketed down the path to school secretly hoping that she didn't run into a certain raven-hared man on the way. She couldn't afford to be later than she already was today.
* * * * * "Now listen class, today in math we'll be learning the formula for Pythagoras's theorem. Just as soon as I hand out the results.." Haruna- sensai's sentence was cut short when the door to the classroom creaked open and a VERY tired Usagi staggered through holding onto the doorframe for support. "Am I.(pant)on time.(pant)for class?" she puffed. The teacher smiled sweetly. "Yes you are." Usagi sighed with relief. ".just in time to earn yourself an after school detention." A few sniggers erupted from a few people from the class.
Usagi groaned and slumped into her seat as the sensai started handing out the results to last week's history test. "WHA!!! 56%!!!!!" Usagi groaned and slumped back even further into her chair willing the lunch bell to ring.
* * * * * Several more agonising hours of school and an after school detention later, Usagi slumped into the Crown arcade, her head bowed not looking at anyone or anything and over to her usual stool at the bar. She murmured her usual greetings to Motoki and ordered the most sugary, fat-filled chocolate milkshake possible. She drank it in one gulp then laid her forehead on the bench and moaned.
"Something up Usagi?" Motoki asked noting her dejected expression, to say the least. Usagi slowly lifted her head to the speaker and replied, "I've just had a REALLY bad day." She moaned emphasizing the really.
The doors of the arcade slid open and Mamoru waltzed in and casually walked up to the pair. Usagi turned her head and winced. Mamoru, unfazed by her expression, retorted, "Hey Odango Atama! How many people have kissed the sidewalk because of your clumsyness today?" He slapped her rather roughly on the back, receiving a dark look from Usagi, and sat down on the stool next to her.
She banged her head back down onto the bench and moaned, "I think my day just got a WHOLE lot worse!" Mamoru was about to open his mouth and say something else rather insulting when he was stopped by Motoki's warning glare as he shoved a cup of coffee into his hands.
"So.Odango." He took a sip of his coffee. ".why so glum? Are you angry at someone?" Usagi laughed bitterly. "Why would you care jerk?" Mamoru raised the coffee cup up to his lips muffling his reply, "In case I need to issue a warning to the Juuban district that Cyclone Usagi is on the war path.again." He sniggered and cracked another one of his award-winning smiles at her. So many girls had swooned over that smile but obviously it didn't work on Usagi. It actually had quite the opposite effect.
Usagi stood up abruptly knocking her stool over and fixed Mamoru with a death stare. "Do you really want to know why I'm so fucking depressed?" she yelled. Both Mamoru's and Motoki's mouths gaped open. Never in their lives had they heard such language come out of her mouth. Several people turned to stare at the loud teenager. "Do you really want to know what kind of day I've had?" Mamoru looked stunned. "Er.Usagi?" Motoki asked cautiously, "People are.well.staring and." "I don't care!" she snapped back still maintaining eye contact with Mamoru. Motoki decided then to make his retreat to the other side of the arcade. Whatever fight those two were about to get into, he wasn't going to be apart of it.
"I'll tell you what my day was like! I woke up late, had to run like mad to school, got a detention for being late, failed my history test, forgot my lunch, had to sit by myself at break because Minako and Makoto were at band practice and Ami was studying for her computer test, I tripped on my way to class, banging my head and scraping my knee." She lifted up her skirt slightly to reveal a bandaged knee. ".we had a surprise test which I totally bombed out on then I had to do after school detention with Haruna- sensai and she made me lick stamp which left this horrible taste in my mouth and then on my way here I ran into." She looked away as the bad memories of the encounter flooded in.
Mamoru couldn't keep a straight face anymore. "Oh.this.is.precious!" he exclaimed through peals of laughter. He almost fell off his seat. "Have you considered becoming a stand-up comedian? And that look on your face! If I didn't know you better, I would've thought you were actually serious!"
Mamoru abruptly stopped laughing when he looked up into her face. She had an extremely hurt expression on her face and tears were threatening to spill over. "Y.you think that this is just a joke?" she whispered astonished. A tear trickled down her cheek. "You really are just a cold heartless shell of a human if you can sit there and abuse and mock a young girl's feelings." She walked up to him and placed her hand on his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching for something within those shadowy orbs. Mamoru actually started to feel quite uncomfortable and shifted in his seat. Suddenly Usagi's eyes widened when she found what she was looking for.
"Y.you hold yourself in contempt?" she whispered and looked as though she was turning the concept over in her mind in an almost trance-like state. "You believe yourself to be completely devoid of such emotions as happiness, passion..love. You have never trusted a single person and push away anyone who tries to get close to you by putting up a cold front. But despite this, women still flock to you. They seem to swoon over your tough and broading visage. And in a way, you enjoy the attention. But, like the rest, you push them away. But why do you do this? You don't want to get hurt again.." She tilted her head and moved closer to him until their noses nearly touched. Her hot breath brushed over Mamoru's lips making them tingle. Then Usagi whispered so softly that it sounded like the passing wind. "I pity you, yet, admire you at the same time." She kissed him tenderly on the cheek then with one more searching look into his eyes, she straightened up and walked out of the arcade, tears now flowing freely.
Mamoru was extremely stunned, so much so that for a few minutes he just sat there, like in a trance, staring at the arcade exit. His cheek still tingled from the kiss as the perfume of her lingered in the air.
"Hell! What was that about? I don't understand! Why was she acting so..unlike her. And what was that analysis thing about? I've got a strange feeling about this. It was like she was looking right into my soul. But what she said couldn't possibly have been true..could it? Do I push away anyone who tries to get near me?" Mamoru sighed and placed his head in his hands. "Of course she's right! She's always right. Kami! Did I do this to her? Has all my teasing finally cracked her? But why do I even bother to tease her in the first place? Doesn't she realise it's just a game, that I don't really mean the things I say to her.." He shook his head. "You've really put your foot in it this time!" And yet, he couldn't help but feel that something.or someone else had reduced her to this state.
He was suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a cough behind him. The sight that met him was more frightening than any Negaforce youma could be. Motoki was glaring at him with pure venom in his eyes. If looks could kill, Mamoru would be a pile of dust on the stool. "What in Kami's name did you do to her?" Mamoru shook his head again. "I don't know" "You must've done something! She was on the verge of tears. I cannot believe one person could be so heartless. OUT!" He pointed a finger at the door. "If you don't apologise to her at once, I'll banish you from the arcade!" "Are you kidding! I'm the last person she wants to see at the moment!" Motoki suddenly got an enraged glint in his eye that said someone was about to get seriously hurt. Mamoru got up and hurried out before cups started to fly.
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