Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon etc. etc. Lyrics in this
fic are copyright Britney Spears, "Born to make you happy"
Note : Usagi is older, like 23 ^_^
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Without Words
By Artemis
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ONE
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I'm sitting here alone up in my room
And thinking about the times that we've been through
I'm looking at a picture in my hand
Trying my best to understand
I really want to know what we did wrong
With the love that felt so strong
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Mamoru sat on the couch at Motoki's apartment. He sat
there, with a mug of coffee in one hand and the phone in
the other.
"Just ring her Mamoru," Motoki sighed.
"I've done that so many times already," Mamoru snapped at him,
then apologised. "Sorry.. I just really don't know what to do."
Motoki looked at his friend who looked so worried and helpless.
He stood up and left him to make up his own mind and then
wondered what could have happened between them.
Mamoru wouldn't tell him anything and Motoki hadn't seen
Usagi at all so he couldn't ask her anything either. It had
to be something extremely big to make Mamoru look so helpless
all the time. He had stayed with Motoki for two weeks now,
because he didn't want to stay with Usagi at their apartment
since their "falling out". Motoki could tell that Mamoru was
reaching his breaking point. He couldn't do anything until
he could make things right with Usagi. The thing was, what
was the answer to a problem that couldn't be found?
Usagi brushed her long, golden hair as she sat in front of
a mirror in her bed room. She sighed and stared at her
teary reflection in the mirror.
"I feel so stupid," she whispered. "I AM stupid!"
She flicked her hair back, then felt a tear roll down her
cheeks. She wiped it away, but as soon as she did, another
tear replaced its spot.
"Oh stop crying Usagi!" she scolded herself.
She stopped crying and forced a smile, managing to hold it
back in. Usagi took a silver bracelet from her jewlery box
and put it on her wrist. Then she took her lip gloss and
walked over to her wardrobe. She chose her clothes carefully
and laid them on the bed.
"Should I wear a skirt today? Or maybe pants would be
better?" she frowned, trying to take her mind off the only
thing that she could think of all week.
She pulled a summer dress off the rack instead and put
the rest of the clothes back. It was a baby pink coloured
dress with thin straps and reached just above her knees.
She slipped the dress on and smoothed it out and looked
at herself in the mirror. Her hair shone and was as silky
as ever. Usagi sighed once more and slipped on some white
sandals. She grabbed her handbag and ran out of the room.
In the kitchen, she made a salad sandwich and wrapped it
up neatly in cling wrap. Then she filled a plastic water
bottle up (with the label taken off) with some apple
juice. She took some chocolate biscuits from the pantry
and placed them into a small plastic bag. Usagi put her
carefully prepared food into her handbag and looked
around for her keys and purse. She found her keys and
purse sitting on the couch. As Usagi walked over to
grab them, she saw a magazine on the coffee table.
She grabbed that just in case she needed something to
read. She took her handbag from the kitchen table
and got ready to leave.
"Please, let today be a good day," Usagi whispered
quietly to herself as her hand turned the door knob.
Suddenly, her mobile phone rang and the high pitched
shrill startled Usagi. She dropped her keys and purse
and almost dropped her handbag. She ran around looking
for her phone. She found it at last, outside on the
balcony table.
"He..llo?" she answered nervously.
"Usagi?" a familiar voice murmured.
She didn't answer. Her whole hand was trembling.
"Usagi? Are you there?" the voice asked again.
Usagi slowly lowered the phone from her ear and her
finger touched the small red button. She wasn't sure
if she wanted to hang up, but she didn't want to
talk either.
"Are you going to ignore me like this forever?" the
voice asked.
Usagi bit her lip, then hung up. She felt like she
was going to cry, but she managed to keep her tears
from pouring out again. She threw the phone inside
the room, letting out her frustration. She heard it
crack. Usagi walked back into the room and picked
up the phone. She could always make an excuse and
get another one. She slipped it into her handbag
and hurried out of the door.
Walking down the street, Usagi could feel her
heart squeezing and it was trying to rip itself
out of her body. A cool breeze brushed past Usagi's
face and she felt a little better. She walked
confidently, even though inside she was the complete
opposite.
"Excuse me!" a girl's voice called after Usagi.
She turned around to see four junior high school
girls behind her. She smiled.
"Yes?" Usagi asked.
"Do you think you could take a picture for us?" one
of the girls smiled happily, handing her a disposable
camera.
"Sure," Usagi nodded and took the camera.
The girls posed, standing in front of what Usagi
assumed to be their favourite clothes shop. They all
smiled and even Usagi felt like smiling.
"On the count of three..." Usagi shouted.
And she took the picture. The girls thanked her.
Usagi continued walking, feeling a little better
than before.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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So how did you like it? It's got a little bit of mystery
to keep you guessing ^_^ E-mail me at emichan9@yahoo.com!
fic are copyright Britney Spears, "Born to make you happy"
Note : Usagi is older, like 23 ^_^
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Without Words
By Artemis
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ONE
~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~
I'm sitting here alone up in my room
And thinking about the times that we've been through
I'm looking at a picture in my hand
Trying my best to understand
I really want to know what we did wrong
With the love that felt so strong
~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~
Mamoru sat on the couch at Motoki's apartment. He sat
there, with a mug of coffee in one hand and the phone in
the other.
"Just ring her Mamoru," Motoki sighed.
"I've done that so many times already," Mamoru snapped at him,
then apologised. "Sorry.. I just really don't know what to do."
Motoki looked at his friend who looked so worried and helpless.
He stood up and left him to make up his own mind and then
wondered what could have happened between them.
Mamoru wouldn't tell him anything and Motoki hadn't seen
Usagi at all so he couldn't ask her anything either. It had
to be something extremely big to make Mamoru look so helpless
all the time. He had stayed with Motoki for two weeks now,
because he didn't want to stay with Usagi at their apartment
since their "falling out". Motoki could tell that Mamoru was
reaching his breaking point. He couldn't do anything until
he could make things right with Usagi. The thing was, what
was the answer to a problem that couldn't be found?
Usagi brushed her long, golden hair as she sat in front of
a mirror in her bed room. She sighed and stared at her
teary reflection in the mirror.
"I feel so stupid," she whispered. "I AM stupid!"
She flicked her hair back, then felt a tear roll down her
cheeks. She wiped it away, but as soon as she did, another
tear replaced its spot.
"Oh stop crying Usagi!" she scolded herself.
She stopped crying and forced a smile, managing to hold it
back in. Usagi took a silver bracelet from her jewlery box
and put it on her wrist. Then she took her lip gloss and
walked over to her wardrobe. She chose her clothes carefully
and laid them on the bed.
"Should I wear a skirt today? Or maybe pants would be
better?" she frowned, trying to take her mind off the only
thing that she could think of all week.
She pulled a summer dress off the rack instead and put
the rest of the clothes back. It was a baby pink coloured
dress with thin straps and reached just above her knees.
She slipped the dress on and smoothed it out and looked
at herself in the mirror. Her hair shone and was as silky
as ever. Usagi sighed once more and slipped on some white
sandals. She grabbed her handbag and ran out of the room.
In the kitchen, she made a salad sandwich and wrapped it
up neatly in cling wrap. Then she filled a plastic water
bottle up (with the label taken off) with some apple
juice. She took some chocolate biscuits from the pantry
and placed them into a small plastic bag. Usagi put her
carefully prepared food into her handbag and looked
around for her keys and purse. She found her keys and
purse sitting on the couch. As Usagi walked over to
grab them, she saw a magazine on the coffee table.
She grabbed that just in case she needed something to
read. She took her handbag from the kitchen table
and got ready to leave.
"Please, let today be a good day," Usagi whispered
quietly to herself as her hand turned the door knob.
Suddenly, her mobile phone rang and the high pitched
shrill startled Usagi. She dropped her keys and purse
and almost dropped her handbag. She ran around looking
for her phone. She found it at last, outside on the
balcony table.
"He..llo?" she answered nervously.
"Usagi?" a familiar voice murmured.
She didn't answer. Her whole hand was trembling.
"Usagi? Are you there?" the voice asked again.
Usagi slowly lowered the phone from her ear and her
finger touched the small red button. She wasn't sure
if she wanted to hang up, but she didn't want to
talk either.
"Are you going to ignore me like this forever?" the
voice asked.
Usagi bit her lip, then hung up. She felt like she
was going to cry, but she managed to keep her tears
from pouring out again. She threw the phone inside
the room, letting out her frustration. She heard it
crack. Usagi walked back into the room and picked
up the phone. She could always make an excuse and
get another one. She slipped it into her handbag
and hurried out of the door.
Walking down the street, Usagi could feel her
heart squeezing and it was trying to rip itself
out of her body. A cool breeze brushed past Usagi's
face and she felt a little better. She walked
confidently, even though inside she was the complete
opposite.
"Excuse me!" a girl's voice called after Usagi.
She turned around to see four junior high school
girls behind her. She smiled.
"Yes?" Usagi asked.
"Do you think you could take a picture for us?" one
of the girls smiled happily, handing her a disposable
camera.
"Sure," Usagi nodded and took the camera.
The girls posed, standing in front of what Usagi
assumed to be their favourite clothes shop. They all
smiled and even Usagi felt like smiling.
"On the count of three..." Usagi shouted.
And she took the picture. The girls thanked her.
Usagi continued walking, feeling a little better
than before.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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So how did you like it? It's got a little bit of mystery
to keep you guessing ^_^ E-mail me at emichan9@yahoo.com!