Major apologies for being gone for so long...check my profile for more info.
Here's a 'three-shot'. I know exactly what's happening in this, and I'll finish the second half by Thursday-ish. Then maybe the last by Saturday. And I have two terrific ideas for Yugioh fics, which will be very long, and I'll try to get a Sailor Moon Christmas story out soon.
I guess here the scouts don't really exist, just the people...and no, this is not like the movie 'You have mail', though that's how it starts out.
You have mail!
The annoying voice came over the computer speakers.
"Agh, I can clearly see that by the flashing lights on my computer screen," a frustrated Serena said. Perhaps one of these emails is the email she had been awaiting for the past day or two. She moved the mouse quickly and clicked on the 'Inbox' icon. She quickly scanned through it. No such luck. Just spam.
"Damn it!" She said. She slammed down on the keyboard with her hands in frustration, and stood up. She ran her hands through her hair, which she now kept short; it was only shoulder length and layered. She smiled, thinking how her hair used to be. Down, very long, and up, still long, her hair had earned her the nickname, 'meatball head'.
That was so long ago, though. Now she was 23, living in an apartment in upstate New York. She had found that she liked Americans, their way of being more out spoken. That fit her for sure! And naturally, she loved living on fast food, though now she could cook some basic foods.
Ah, who was she kidding? She could cook much more than basic foods, seeing as how she was a chef for a swanky Japanese restaurant downtown. After high school she had went to cooking school, courtesy of her mother and father. And, surprise, surprise! She had actually learned! Her friends, especially Lita, were so proud of her.
Of them, only Ami lived in the United States. But she lived in LA, with her hubby, who had a name Usagi could never remember. The rest remained in Japan. Thankfully, Luna was with her, along with Artemis and their kitten.
Serena left the living room of her apartment, and made her way to the kitchen. She prepared a simple ramen meal and sat down at her American table. She had been waiting forthe email to see if she was promoted to head chef or not. She had been working extra-hard the past few weeks to get the job, ever since the last head-chef had retired. If she made it, she would be the youngest in the history of the restaurant, but she knew she could do it. She worked hard and was a tremendous cook.
"I sure hope I am promoted...I'll have even more prestige than before." Usagi smiled. Her name was already pretty famous in the cooking world. She sipped her tea and thought of her teen days when she was infamous for cooking, always burning everything.
Waking up late, rushing to school, failing tests, hanging out with Molly and the rest of the gang, running into that handsome Mamoru, quite literally. Usagi couldn't even remember how many times they had bumped into each other, fallen to the ground. She did, however, remember the one time they had kissed.
It was the day before she left for her cooking college clear across Japan...he had cornered her at her surprise going-away party.
"Guys, thank you so much for throwing this party!" Usagi gushed. "It was so nice of you."
They smiled, and Rei said, "It's no problem, Meatball-head.
"Right," Ami said in her soft voice. "We won't see each other for a long time. It's the least we can do."
"I hope you enjoyed the food I prepared," Lita smiled proudly. I could only nod, my voice wasn't working.
Mina nudged me. "Look who's here." I glanced up. There was the man who had tormented, yet attracted me for several years, Mamoru. He spotted me and immediately strode over.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked, paying no attention to my friends, just staring straight into my eyes. I nodded, startled by the seriousness in his eyes. He grasped my hand and pulled me to an empty room, closing the door behind us. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his dark hair, as I waited for him to speak.
"Usagi," he said softly. "I'm really going to miss you."
"Truly?"I asked, expecting a sarcastic answer.
"Yes," he smiled. "I may not always act like it, but I really enjoy spending time with you, even though I constantly have many bruises now." He laughed.
I could hardly believe my ears. I was surprised that he had even came to my party.
"Mamoru," I said. "You're not that bad to hang out with, either. It's rather enjoyable, in fact."
We both silently reminisced. I remembered his smiling, the look when I accidently dumped ice cream over his new shirt, or when I threw my shoe at his head in anger before.
To my surprise, my eyes felt moist. "Too bad we're just figuring all this out now that I'm leaving. Really rotten timing."
Mamoru's smile dropped. "I know, but I'm sure we'll see each other again some day. It may be a while from now, but it will happen, I promise you." He hugged me, kissing my forehead. And with that, he left me, walking out of the house, out of my life, for the time being, anyways.
"Oh, I sound so in love with him," I said aloud. "But I'm not. Nope. Uh-uh." I crossed my arms and stared ahead, before noticing the time.
"7:16!" I shouted, my apartment neighbors probably covering their ears. "I have only14 minutes to get ready and arrive at work! Oh, shit."
XOXOXO
"Usagi, you're late!" Harumi, manager of the restaurant Daisuki said as she banged pots around, preparing for the evening rush. She was a woman only a little older than Usagi, early 30's at the latest, side-swept brown hair.
"Sorry, sorry!" Usagi said, scrambling into her apron and hair net. "You know me, I got distracted." She bowed an apology.
Harumi patted Usagi's head. "I know. Now, get cooking! Oh, and, as usual, since you were late you must do half an hour of waitressing! But do that after you prepare this meal. It's for some very important guests, and we can only have the best chef for it!" She smiled.
Usagi nodded and turned towards the cabinet. Her hands threw quickly ingredients into a bowl, mixing and chopping, mincing and dicing. She knew a hundred dishes, at least, by heart, and had cook books full of dozens upon dozens more. Her speciality naturally was dessert.
Time flew by quickly as she worked, her food baking in the oven, her preparing side dishes.Usagi prepared herself for waitressing, removing her apron and shaking down her hair. She plucked the diamond earrings from her pocket and put them in her ears, arranging her hair carefully so they would show.
Usagi had started off as a waitress, and wasn't really looking forward to going back. The lousy tips, rude customers (mainly men), and crying children. Thankfully this was just temporary. She pulled the food out of the oven, arranged it carefully on the plate (presentation was just as important as the meal), and set it on the tray with the rest of the food. She called a few more waitresses to help her.
She grabbeda tray of prepared food, and used her backside to open the swinging door to the dining area. The guest must be important, for they were in the special room. She walked through the dimly-lit hallway, Japanese lanterns decorating the walls, beads looping between them. The others followed her, making conversation.
Usagi's heart was still heavy from her memories. She hardly sees her friends anymore, and that party had been the last night she saw him. She shook herself mentally to rid those thoughts, and to prepare for her job.
She opened the final door to the guests, and there he was. He was laughing and talking loudly, a glass of champagne already in one hand. Dark hair, dark eyes, still slim and handsome. That smile that lit up even the darkest times.
Usagi simply froze, one foot still propping the door open. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Ah, here's our food!" He said to his guests, seeing the waitresses. His eyes met hers. There was a silence, even in the midst of all those people.
Usagi's hands trembled. The tray tilted, several plates sliding off. She couldn't believe who it was.
"Mamoru?" She cried out, her voice piercing the noise andechoing in his brain.
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Hope you enjoyed.
Sorry, again!