Every Little Thing She Does
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
All standard disclaimers apply.
Prologue - Revenge is a Dish Best Served HOT
Usagi stormed out of the Crown Arcade center, leaving a smiling Mamoru and a stunned Motoki in her wake.
'OOOH! The NERVE of that creep, Mamoru!' she ranted mentally. 'Mr.-Perfect-High-School-Student. He thinks he's so smart. He's not better than anyone else, no matter what HE thinks.'
Each thought was punctuated by a stomp in the pavement as she marched angrily towards the Cherry Hill temple.
Their conversation had begun the way it always did. He made fun of her hair, she retaliated, he countered. But this time he had gone TOO far.
"Hiya, odango," he had drawled, interrupting her conversation with Motoki.
"Get lost, Mamoru-baka," she had hissed.
Mamoru only smiled at her barbed comment. 'It's almost as if he LIKES seeing me upset,' thought Usagi. 'What a creep!'
"No way. It's a free country," said Mamoru.
"I think you have Japan confused with the United States," muttered Usagi.
"Last time I checked, Japan was also a free country," countered Mamoru.
"Then feel free to leave!" she snapped. She continued her conversation with Motoki, pointedly ignoring Mamoru.
"So who is this lucky guy?" Motoki teased.
"Only the most majorly hot guy in Tokyo!" said Usagi, sighing.
"Majorly is not a word, odango," said Mamoru.
Usagi, continuing to ignore Mamoru, said, "He's tall, suave and he has this deep, sexy voice...and I think he loves me!" she finished.
"Ha!" said Mamoru. "He's got to be a real loser if he's in love with YOU," said Mamoru.
'Is it just me, or did I detect a note of envy in his voice?' wondered Motoki.
Usagi's eyes welled up with tears. "HOW DARE YOU!" she roared angrily, rising to her feet. "I don't give a damn what you say about me. I've heard it all before anyways. The stupid hair comments, the remarks on my bad grades, my eating habits dissected, my clumsiness attacked. But to talk that way about HIM...is unforgiveable!" she shouted. She slammed a few yen on the counter and made a hasty retreat.
"Impressive." said Motoki after Usagi had slammed the Arcade door.
"What?" said Mamoru defensively.
"Right for the throat. I didn't think you had it in you."
Mamoru put his own yen on the counter and began to walk away.
But Motoki grabbed his wrist, not allowing him to leave.
"NO! You listen to me! Every day you tease that poor girl! Every goddamn day! And what has she done to deserve it? NOTHING! All she does is be kind to those around her and make them feel special. But you....YOU! You never have a kind word to say to her! I don't know what rock you crawled out from under today, but that girl is like a friend of mine, and if I never want to see you upsetting her again!"
Mamoru flinched. As Tuxedo Kamen, he faced huge, ugly youmas on a day to day basis. But seeing his normally easygoing friend turn six shades of angry really scared him.
"G-gomen naisai, Motoki-san," he mumbled. He freed his wrist from Motoki's vise-like grip and sprinted off.
"Now if only he would say that to HER," mused Motoki. He grabbed an old rag and began wiping the counter.
*****
"And then he had the NERVE to insult Tuxedo Kamen!" Usagi finished. "The guy I love!"
The girls looked on, an angry expression on each of their faces.
"That creep!" said Rei.
"I'll pound his head into the pavement!" roared Makoto.
"That was very much uncalled for on his part," seethed Ami.
"I say you should get revenge," said Minako, a devilish grin on her lips.
"But every time I try to make a witty retort, it always comes out way wrong!" wailed Usagi.
"I had something far more...painful in mind. That weasel needs to learn to respect a young woman's heart. And I know just how to make him do it," said Minako.
"What do you mean, Minako?" said Rei, interested.
"Mamoru may act all smart and big, but he's just a man, like all of the others," began Minako.
"I think I know what you mean," said Makoto, grinning.
"What? What does she mean?" asked Usagi.
"Seduce him, Usagi. Then rip his heart out!"
"WHAAAAAAT?" Usagi screeched, as the four senshi scrambled to cover their ears.
"Geez, not so loud, Usa! They can hear you in America!" exclaimed Rei.
"Gomen," said Usagi. "But how the hell do I seduce a guy I totally hate?"
"You don't have to love him in order to seduce him," said Makoto. "In fact, you hating him would make it that much more fun when you get him all hot and bothered, then smack him upside the head with it!"
"And besides, how can a plain girl like me seduce a worldly Azabu student?" said Usagi, scrambling for excuses.
"They're called boobs, baka," said Minako, rolling her eyes.
"ECCHI!" exclaimed Usagi.
"Besides," said Ami, "You're much prettier than you give yourself credit for," said Ami.
"Yeah, I've seen the way guys look at you," said Makoto.
"Really?" said Usagi.
"Definetly," said Rei.
"Okay," said Usagi, "What do I do?"
Lady_Aisheteru: Love it? Hate it? Is this a bad idea? R&R appreciated! Ja ne!
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
All standard disclaimers apply.
Prologue - Revenge is a Dish Best Served HOT
Usagi stormed out of the Crown Arcade center, leaving a smiling Mamoru and a stunned Motoki in her wake.
'OOOH! The NERVE of that creep, Mamoru!' she ranted mentally. 'Mr.-Perfect-High-School-Student. He thinks he's so smart. He's not better than anyone else, no matter what HE thinks.'
Each thought was punctuated by a stomp in the pavement as she marched angrily towards the Cherry Hill temple.
Their conversation had begun the way it always did. He made fun of her hair, she retaliated, he countered. But this time he had gone TOO far.
"Hiya, odango," he had drawled, interrupting her conversation with Motoki.
"Get lost, Mamoru-baka," she had hissed.
Mamoru only smiled at her barbed comment. 'It's almost as if he LIKES seeing me upset,' thought Usagi. 'What a creep!'
"No way. It's a free country," said Mamoru.
"I think you have Japan confused with the United States," muttered Usagi.
"Last time I checked, Japan was also a free country," countered Mamoru.
"Then feel free to leave!" she snapped. She continued her conversation with Motoki, pointedly ignoring Mamoru.
"So who is this lucky guy?" Motoki teased.
"Only the most majorly hot guy in Tokyo!" said Usagi, sighing.
"Majorly is not a word, odango," said Mamoru.
Usagi, continuing to ignore Mamoru, said, "He's tall, suave and he has this deep, sexy voice...and I think he loves me!" she finished.
"Ha!" said Mamoru. "He's got to be a real loser if he's in love with YOU," said Mamoru.
'Is it just me, or did I detect a note of envy in his voice?' wondered Motoki.
Usagi's eyes welled up with tears. "HOW DARE YOU!" she roared angrily, rising to her feet. "I don't give a damn what you say about me. I've heard it all before anyways. The stupid hair comments, the remarks on my bad grades, my eating habits dissected, my clumsiness attacked. But to talk that way about HIM...is unforgiveable!" she shouted. She slammed a few yen on the counter and made a hasty retreat.
"Impressive." said Motoki after Usagi had slammed the Arcade door.
"What?" said Mamoru defensively.
"Right for the throat. I didn't think you had it in you."
Mamoru put his own yen on the counter and began to walk away.
But Motoki grabbed his wrist, not allowing him to leave.
"NO! You listen to me! Every day you tease that poor girl! Every goddamn day! And what has she done to deserve it? NOTHING! All she does is be kind to those around her and make them feel special. But you....YOU! You never have a kind word to say to her! I don't know what rock you crawled out from under today, but that girl is like a friend of mine, and if I never want to see you upsetting her again!"
Mamoru flinched. As Tuxedo Kamen, he faced huge, ugly youmas on a day to day basis. But seeing his normally easygoing friend turn six shades of angry really scared him.
"G-gomen naisai, Motoki-san," he mumbled. He freed his wrist from Motoki's vise-like grip and sprinted off.
"Now if only he would say that to HER," mused Motoki. He grabbed an old rag and began wiping the counter.
*****
"And then he had the NERVE to insult Tuxedo Kamen!" Usagi finished. "The guy I love!"
The girls looked on, an angry expression on each of their faces.
"That creep!" said Rei.
"I'll pound his head into the pavement!" roared Makoto.
"That was very much uncalled for on his part," seethed Ami.
"I say you should get revenge," said Minako, a devilish grin on her lips.
"But every time I try to make a witty retort, it always comes out way wrong!" wailed Usagi.
"I had something far more...painful in mind. That weasel needs to learn to respect a young woman's heart. And I know just how to make him do it," said Minako.
"What do you mean, Minako?" said Rei, interested.
"Mamoru may act all smart and big, but he's just a man, like all of the others," began Minako.
"I think I know what you mean," said Makoto, grinning.
"What? What does she mean?" asked Usagi.
"Seduce him, Usagi. Then rip his heart out!"
"WHAAAAAAT?" Usagi screeched, as the four senshi scrambled to cover their ears.
"Geez, not so loud, Usa! They can hear you in America!" exclaimed Rei.
"Gomen," said Usagi. "But how the hell do I seduce a guy I totally hate?"
"You don't have to love him in order to seduce him," said Makoto. "In fact, you hating him would make it that much more fun when you get him all hot and bothered, then smack him upside the head with it!"
"And besides, how can a plain girl like me seduce a worldly Azabu student?" said Usagi, scrambling for excuses.
"They're called boobs, baka," said Minako, rolling her eyes.
"ECCHI!" exclaimed Usagi.
"Besides," said Ami, "You're much prettier than you give yourself credit for," said Ami.
"Yeah, I've seen the way guys look at you," said Makoto.
"Really?" said Usagi.
"Definetly," said Rei.
"Okay," said Usagi, "What do I do?"
Lady_Aisheteru: Love it? Hate it? Is this a bad idea? R&R appreciated! Ja ne!