Ummmm.. I know that I should be working on my other stories, but I've run
bone dry on my creativity for those. This plot bunny is no ordin'ry rabbit.
It's been attacking me with it's long, sharp, teeth!!! Teeth!!! ::coughs::
O.o Ehhhhh.... I'm addicted to Monty Python. How could you tell? (sarcasm)
As always, this is Hiiro/Usagi. I hope you like it, and I hope that it's
even a LITTLE bit original.
Disclaimer: Roses are red, my fingernails are too, I don't nothin', but neither do you :P
"talking" *emphasis* 'thoughts'
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Usagi walked quickly, pulling her thin jacket close to her body. The air was a biting cold, and the small breeze that day only magnified the chill as it whipped the dry dusting of snow from the groung to make spirals in the air. Her high heels clicked on the deserted sidewalk. She brought her hands to her face and blew on the cupped digits, wishing that she had remembered her gloves in her mad dash to get to work on time. It was Thanksgiving, and everybody was inside, celebrating with their kids, who had a long weekend. Passing houses, she smiled wistfully at the warm glow coming from the windows. She missed her family. But, here she was, waitressing at a 24-7 restaurant, serving the lonely people that had no family to celebrate with.
She desperately wished that the uniform they gave her was longer. It consisted merely of a short, black skirt that reached mid-thigh and a red striped blouse. Her nametag was a simple gold colour. She briefly tugged at the hem of her skirt; she had never been comfortable in such clothes. Blocks and blocks she walked on, striding briskly in an attempt to get home quickly. Out of nowhere, a face suddenly popped into view.
It was man, one who had obviously had a few to many beers. He leered at Usagi, looking her up and down. He then grabbed one of her arms and made to drag the seemingly fragile girl into a dark alley.
Unknown to the man or the blonde girl fighting him, there was another man who witnessed the scene. He ran across the street at breakneck speed, and followed the two into the alley, where he could hear the girl cursing at the man in English and in several languages he didn't know. She was very proficient with insults.
"You ass!!! Don't you know that no means no!!! Let go of me!!" She was now kicking and biting, but the man, his senses dulled by the sheer amount of alchohol that he had consumed, paid no heed. Usagi was nearly panicking, screaming strings of curses that would have made Haruka blush. Then her attacker was violently knocked away from her. When she looked up, wide eyed, there was another man their, only he seemed perfectly sober and benign. He offered her a hand, and she took it, and as he pulled her up, she studied her saviour. He was tall and looked to be about 20 or so. Reddish-brown hair covered half of his face, and the only eye that Usagi could see was a deep emerald. His face looked stern and he spoke no words to her, so she took the first step.
"Thanks."
"Eh."
"I'm Usagi."
"Trowa Barton." Trowa then led her out of the alley and away from the unconcious man. "My friends can give you a ride to your home." Seeing her look of wariness, he offered. "It's got to be warmer and safer than walking out here. She was still hesitant, but eventually, unsurely nodded her head.
"Okay." He then continued on to a small park, where a man with a long braid was laughing and running from a man with black hair. Another man stood silently, a scowl on his face, and a blonde man had his face buried in his hands. Trowa brought her over to them, and introduced her to the blonde one.
"Quatre, this is Usagi." Usagi gave a small smile and wave, unsure and shy. But when the one with the braid bounced over, still laughing, she became a little amused.
"Hi, babe!!! I'm Duo Maxwell, I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie." He slung an arm over her shoulder, and turned her to face the others in turn as he continued. "Blondie over there is Quatre Winner, you obviously know Trowa, Mr. Smiles, here" He gestured at the scowling boy "is Hiiro Yui, and the one chasing me before is Wufei Chang." She smiled, and when she saw that they were waiting for her to speak, she started.
"My name is Usagi Tsukino. It's very nice to meet all of you." From there they all piled into a car that was parked on the corner, and brought her to her house. When they dropped her off, she thanked them again and asked what she could do to repay them.
"Oh, it's quite alright, Miss Usagi." Quatre replied. "It's no trouble." They had told her about how they all lived together, as none of them really had any family, so from this Usagi conceived an idea.
"How about you all come up to my place for dinner. It is Thanksgiving, wouldn't it be nice to celebrate together?"
"Oh, we couldn't bother you like that."
"I insist, it's no trouble at all. My sister will have already started the meal, and we always end up cooking far more than is necessary. Please." The boys all shared glances, then shrugged.
"Alright, if you insist."
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Disclaimer: Roses are red, my fingernails are too, I don't nothin', but neither do you :P
"talking" *emphasis* 'thoughts'
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Usagi walked quickly, pulling her thin jacket close to her body. The air was a biting cold, and the small breeze that day only magnified the chill as it whipped the dry dusting of snow from the groung to make spirals in the air. Her high heels clicked on the deserted sidewalk. She brought her hands to her face and blew on the cupped digits, wishing that she had remembered her gloves in her mad dash to get to work on time. It was Thanksgiving, and everybody was inside, celebrating with their kids, who had a long weekend. Passing houses, she smiled wistfully at the warm glow coming from the windows. She missed her family. But, here she was, waitressing at a 24-7 restaurant, serving the lonely people that had no family to celebrate with.
She desperately wished that the uniform they gave her was longer. It consisted merely of a short, black skirt that reached mid-thigh and a red striped blouse. Her nametag was a simple gold colour. She briefly tugged at the hem of her skirt; she had never been comfortable in such clothes. Blocks and blocks she walked on, striding briskly in an attempt to get home quickly. Out of nowhere, a face suddenly popped into view.
It was man, one who had obviously had a few to many beers. He leered at Usagi, looking her up and down. He then grabbed one of her arms and made to drag the seemingly fragile girl into a dark alley.
Unknown to the man or the blonde girl fighting him, there was another man who witnessed the scene. He ran across the street at breakneck speed, and followed the two into the alley, where he could hear the girl cursing at the man in English and in several languages he didn't know. She was very proficient with insults.
"You ass!!! Don't you know that no means no!!! Let go of me!!" She was now kicking and biting, but the man, his senses dulled by the sheer amount of alchohol that he had consumed, paid no heed. Usagi was nearly panicking, screaming strings of curses that would have made Haruka blush. Then her attacker was violently knocked away from her. When she looked up, wide eyed, there was another man their, only he seemed perfectly sober and benign. He offered her a hand, and she took it, and as he pulled her up, she studied her saviour. He was tall and looked to be about 20 or so. Reddish-brown hair covered half of his face, and the only eye that Usagi could see was a deep emerald. His face looked stern and he spoke no words to her, so she took the first step.
"Thanks."
"Eh."
"I'm Usagi."
"Trowa Barton." Trowa then led her out of the alley and away from the unconcious man. "My friends can give you a ride to your home." Seeing her look of wariness, he offered. "It's got to be warmer and safer than walking out here. She was still hesitant, but eventually, unsurely nodded her head.
"Okay." He then continued on to a small park, where a man with a long braid was laughing and running from a man with black hair. Another man stood silently, a scowl on his face, and a blonde man had his face buried in his hands. Trowa brought her over to them, and introduced her to the blonde one.
"Quatre, this is Usagi." Usagi gave a small smile and wave, unsure and shy. But when the one with the braid bounced over, still laughing, she became a little amused.
"Hi, babe!!! I'm Duo Maxwell, I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie." He slung an arm over her shoulder, and turned her to face the others in turn as he continued. "Blondie over there is Quatre Winner, you obviously know Trowa, Mr. Smiles, here" He gestured at the scowling boy "is Hiiro Yui, and the one chasing me before is Wufei Chang." She smiled, and when she saw that they were waiting for her to speak, she started.
"My name is Usagi Tsukino. It's very nice to meet all of you." From there they all piled into a car that was parked on the corner, and brought her to her house. When they dropped her off, she thanked them again and asked what she could do to repay them.
"Oh, it's quite alright, Miss Usagi." Quatre replied. "It's no trouble." They had told her about how they all lived together, as none of them really had any family, so from this Usagi conceived an idea.
"How about you all come up to my place for dinner. It is Thanksgiving, wouldn't it be nice to celebrate together?"
"Oh, we couldn't bother you like that."
"I insist, it's no trouble at all. My sister will have already started the meal, and we always end up cooking far more than is necessary. Please." The boys all shared glances, then shrugged.
"Alright, if you insist."
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