Ninja Usagi is being rewritten, but no huge changes will come out of it. As far as I know, the story will be in five parts.
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Ninja Usagi, Part 1- Magic invitations and sorry disguises
By Dudly
HIGH SCHOOL REUNION- Seven years after
Mikako stared at the pink, bunny shaped thing in front of her eyes. It was an invitation for a seven-years-after-high-school-reunion that obviously seemed to be made by a kindergarten kid. There was cotton wool in the backside and "Hope to see you there" written in hiragana in the left foot of the rabbit supporting her theory and telling that the card must have been handmade.
Must have been made by a kawaii little girl
She smiled weakly. Throwing it away would be a crime…
After all, the fact that she would keep it didn't mean that she would go. Her apartment was just so boring and impersonal. It would do just nicely on her table.
On supper time, however, Mikako started to regret the spot she chose for the adorable two-dimensional rabbit. No matter how lovely it was, the invitation message on its belly kept bothering her.
Seven years already…
And the memories she has been trying to forget all those years were dancing in her mind without her consent.
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"So, Mikako-chan, any ideas yet of who you're gonna go with?" Saori asked, leaning curiously over the table.
Mikako had smiled mysteriously. "Can't tell you."
"Why? Aren't best friends supposed to tell everything?"
"Err, right. Chiba Mamoru," Mikako confessed, a smug smile crossing her features.
"… Are you serious? Why him of all people?"
Saori looked stricken.
"Hmm, he's good-looking. His gorgeous midnight blue eyes will match my dress."
"But… you KNOW I loved him for SO long! I wanted to ask him and you knew it too!"
"Did I? I mean, if you really wanted for so long, then you should have asked him earlier. Now, he agreed to go with me, but that doesn't mean he won't let you have a dance. Maybe two, if you're really lucky."
"…"
"Ah, come on, Saori! No hard feelings! Please? It'd be a shame to let a boy come between us."
The brunette sighed. "I guess you're right. So you'll share him?"
"No way!" Mikako laughed.
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"So, Mamoru-kun, who are you going with?"
"Huh?"
"The graduation ball, y'know, the big, last party of our high school's years?"
"Oh. Well, Atsuo-san asked me" Mamoru shrugged. "Since she's the first one, I figured I'd have no valuable reason to say no."
Mikako smirked. She knew it was a bad thing to be ears dropping, but they were talking about her, so she was concerned, and it was only right to know. Ne?
"Atsuo Mikako? I didn't know she was interested in you," Motoki mused aloud, eyebrows furrowing in thinking. "I mean, even if she was, it's common knowledge that Saori has been in love with you for two years!"
"Oh. I don't know," Mamoru shrugged again, indicating how little he cared. "Maybe it's something that only girls can come up with… maybe my eyes will match her outfit and my black hair will contrast with her own light silver. Whatever."
Oh. The man was very perspective.
"Come on, Mamoru, that's not a girl thing, that's a bitch thing!" Motoki pointed out, chuckling.
She groaned. Motoki was kind of perspective in his own way too.
"Whatever. I don't know why she would want me to go with her, beside my 'good looks', as they all say it…" This time, Mamoru frowned. "It's not like she even know me."
It's not as if I didn't try to know you…, Mikako thought bitterly from her hiding place.
"Not lot of people knows you, Mamoru-kun. You make it hard, dude!"
Mamoru actually smiled at the accusation. "Not lot of people I can actually trust, Motoki-kun. I don't want anyone pity and I don't need it."
"Beside, I'm the only one that can make you talk. You're so quiet. Don't you want to argue with things people say sometimes?"
The dark haired man shook his head. "Nope. If they're wrong, then it's their problem, not mine. I don't need to prove anything."
"Aaah, Mamoru, you're such a lost cause!"
And a lost cause he was. Of course, he was a gentleman; he came to pick her up with flowers, opened his car's door for her and offered her his arm, but he didn't talk to her after the polite greetings.
He accorded her a few dances, and she could feel people staring.
She also felt a sad gaze burning her back and when she recognized it as Saori's, she only moved closer to her partner.
She was no fool. She heard people talking about them.
She knew they were saying she was a bitch, and she kind of agreed with it.
Sometimes, you have to screw things up to get what you want. She used Saori, who was Reika childhood friend, who was Motoki's crush, who was Mamoru's best friend to get the latter dark haired student. It took time to get close enough, and of course she knew Saori was head-over-heels for Chiba-san, but it didn't matter to her.
Getting close Chiba Mamoru was a hard and long task. Unfortunately, in the mean time, she started to enjoy Saori and Reika's friendship. The two of them had big dreams. Mikako did not.
"Say, Mamoru, what's your grand dream?"
"…"
"Come on, everyone has a dream!" Except me… , she added inwardly.
"I dream of a princess to love and to rescue."
She looked at him with questioning eyes, but he never told another word about it.
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"I wonder if he found her," she mused, back to the reality of a lonely kitchen. The pink bunny just stared (but none of us expected it to talk…).
"You're such a magic thing, little bunny. You make me want to go."
Go back to this school where she had lost her two only friends.
Go back to this school where she built herself an awful reputation.
Go back to this school, and see him again.
Because, no one in their right mind could forget about Chiba Mamoru.
And as insane as she could have been, talking to a rabbit in paper, she didn't forget about him.
"USAKO! You're not going to wear that!"
"But Mamoooo-chan! I can't investigate without my ninja costume!"
In a cozy living room, Usagi had appeared, dressed up in dark clothes that barely fitted her.
"Usako, nobody will want to talk to an odango'ed haired ninja," Mamoru merely stated "Trust me."
He allowed himself an amused smile when his wife tried to glare at him dangerously, but gave up when she saw he wasn't anywhere near impressed.
"Alright, but remember. I'm not Chiba Usako tonight. I'm Tsukino Usagi, like I used to be."
"Ok, whatever you say. But what will you say when they'll ask you what you're doing there?"
"Motoki-onee-chan sister!" Usagi grinned, proudly showing him she had planned every detail.
"Should have known… will you take off your ring?"
She looked at him with big, horrified eyes that said it all.
"So who's gonna be your husband, dear lady?" Mamoru couldn't help but tease her.
"Haruka-san, darling, Haruka-san."
Mamoru smiled gently. His Usako had really prepared everything.
"Should I take off my ring?"
Again, those big horrified eyes. But this time, she said more.
"Only if you like to sleep on the couch."
He cringed and she smirked slightly.
"Then who's gonna be my beautiful wife?"
"Just don't say it, Mysterious Man."
She kissed him quickly before going back in the washroom to change into something more appropriate than her old ninja suit. She found it sad, though. Ninja Usagi was as dead as Eternal Sailor Moon since Galaxia had been defeated and Mamoru and she got married. Not that she liked the reason why she was becoming them, but it just felt nostalgic. She sighed. Once again, her husband was right. Not many people talked to Usagi when she was disguised so poorly.
When a breathtaking Usagi came out of the washroom, Mamoru groaned.
"Remember me again why I'm not the one taking you there?"
"Because tonight I'm not your wife, I'm Motoki's sister", she sang teasingly.
At the exact moment when Mamoru was about to reply, the doorbell rang through the apartment.
"Now, honey, I have to go. My lovely brother's here. Meet you there!"
Dark blue eyes followed her out and the man sighed as his best friend told his beloved how stunning she looked.
"As long as the 'I'm not your wife' charm disappears at midnight…"