'Kay, guys, I decided to do Runaway…Make it better, undo the damage I did
with the dub names, etc! ^_~ I wanted to make every other chapter in an
alternate story where Usagi hooked up with Seiya in New York, but I decided
that would be too confusing. I'm going to write it, though, so watch for
that, too. I also want to start a Seiya + Usagi fic for Titanic..
Mamoru=Cal. Gomen!!!! I still love him like crazy, but I recently
discovered Seiya... *Drools* Anyway, Cheebz!
*Chibi Angel comes bouncing forward, as usual.*
Don't own Sailor Moon,
And 300 reviews prove you can't sue!
*Shrugs* 'Sides, I'm a minor Angel,
So whatcha gonna do? *Cracks gum, curtsies, and sits down*
*Angel coughs, as usual.* Am I the only one who noticed a rather... $@#!in huge difference in C-A since she first started out? Anyway...
1 Runaway
2 Prologue
"Mamo-chan, *please*!" sobbed Tsukino Usagi. He looked down at her, his once familiar face now cold and impassive.
"Get off your goddamn knees, Usak--Usagi-san." He snapped icily. "You look pathetic. You're not fourteen anymore, Usagi. You're eighteen years old and therefore officially an adult. (AN: *Angel coughs and blushes* Gomen, I live in Canada…You can drink and all that junk here when you're eighteen, and, ya…) It's time you started acting like it."
Usagi fought desperately to gain control over her rampaging emotions--and failed miserably.
"Onegai, Mamo-chan..." She whispered, her long legs physically unable to stand on their own. Chiba Mamoru gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet with all the grace and sensitivity of, oh, say... A caveman.
"Get a hold of yourself!" He hissed. "Everyone is staring." He shook her, hard, released her arm from his biting grip, and then all but flung her to the sidewalk.
"Let them stare," Usagi wailed, well beyond the point of caring what the passerbyers thought. "Please, Mamo-chan, I want to be with you!" He visibly flinched, but thankfully Usagi's head was down. He knelt, seized her chin with a savagery that tore at him, forced her chin up, and brought her tearstained face close to his.
"Listen to me. Do you see that girl over there on my bike?" Usagi nodded without following the direction of his outstretched finger; she'd noticed and wondered about the girl the second Mamoru had pulled up on his Harley.
"That's Jessica…Isn't she beautiful?" He added almost dreamily, and she had to agree. With the girl's long blonde hair, tiny waist, and overly generous curves, she was nothing short of stunning. Vaguely Usagi wondered why Mamoru was droning on about her, but nothing she'd even considered imagining could have prepared her in the slightest for what he said next—the words tore at her and left her clutching her chest in horror and pain:
"She's…My…New…Girlfriend." The words reverberated in her head, each echo like a physical blow. On some level, Usagi realized Mamoru was talking.
"…Got what I wanted from you…No more use for you…I'm going to be with Sieka- chan now…" The sentences slid in and out of her consciousness. As black dots danced before her blue eyes, only one thought stuck out. He already gave her a nickname…it took him awhile to call me Usako… For some reason, that particular thought seemed tremendously funny to her.
"…Goodbye…" She sat up and leaned against the brick gate, pain lacing through her as she watched Mamoru's broad back moving away from her; towards his bike. Once he reached it he bent over "Jessica" and greeted her with a kiss that seemed to last an eternity. Calm, peaceful black stole over her and she sunk into it gratefully. As the engine of a '96 Harley Davidson revved to life and took off down the street, Usagi's lips parted to form a single word: "Mamo-chan…"
…And then everything went black.
* * *
"Ugh, Mamoru-san," Jessica complained, wiping her perfectly shaped mouth with the back of a well-manicured hand. "Why the hell did you kiss me? When I agreed to pretend to be your new girlfriend or whatever, no kissing was discussed!"
"Be quiet, Jess," he snapped automatically, keeping his pained blue eyes on the road ahead. "I'll give you extra yen for putting up with the hardship of kissing me." When he'd hired—well, begged was really more accurate—Motoki's mad-sexy cousin, visiting from California, he had not planned on kissing her. But now Usagi's assured hatred would be a done deal…She'd never take him back now. Mamoru's heart constricted with pain before he hardened it against the memory of Usagi's soft blonde hair and china blue eyes. He had to remind himself that it was for her own good. He didn't know what his troubling recurring dream meant, but he knew for sure he'd never chance Usagi's health and well-being. And with that in mind, Mamoru drove off into the sunset.
With any luck, he'd never lay eyes on Usako—USAGI—again.
*Chibi Angel comes bouncing forward, as usual.*
Don't own Sailor Moon,
And 300 reviews prove you can't sue!
*Shrugs* 'Sides, I'm a minor Angel,
So whatcha gonna do? *Cracks gum, curtsies, and sits down*
*Angel coughs, as usual.* Am I the only one who noticed a rather... $@#!in huge difference in C-A since she first started out? Anyway...
1 Runaway
2 Prologue
"Mamo-chan, *please*!" sobbed Tsukino Usagi. He looked down at her, his once familiar face now cold and impassive.
"Get off your goddamn knees, Usak--Usagi-san." He snapped icily. "You look pathetic. You're not fourteen anymore, Usagi. You're eighteen years old and therefore officially an adult. (AN: *Angel coughs and blushes* Gomen, I live in Canada…You can drink and all that junk here when you're eighteen, and, ya…) It's time you started acting like it."
Usagi fought desperately to gain control over her rampaging emotions--and failed miserably.
"Onegai, Mamo-chan..." She whispered, her long legs physically unable to stand on their own. Chiba Mamoru gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet with all the grace and sensitivity of, oh, say... A caveman.
"Get a hold of yourself!" He hissed. "Everyone is staring." He shook her, hard, released her arm from his biting grip, and then all but flung her to the sidewalk.
"Let them stare," Usagi wailed, well beyond the point of caring what the passerbyers thought. "Please, Mamo-chan, I want to be with you!" He visibly flinched, but thankfully Usagi's head was down. He knelt, seized her chin with a savagery that tore at him, forced her chin up, and brought her tearstained face close to his.
"Listen to me. Do you see that girl over there on my bike?" Usagi nodded without following the direction of his outstretched finger; she'd noticed and wondered about the girl the second Mamoru had pulled up on his Harley.
"That's Jessica…Isn't she beautiful?" He added almost dreamily, and she had to agree. With the girl's long blonde hair, tiny waist, and overly generous curves, she was nothing short of stunning. Vaguely Usagi wondered why Mamoru was droning on about her, but nothing she'd even considered imagining could have prepared her in the slightest for what he said next—the words tore at her and left her clutching her chest in horror and pain:
"She's…My…New…Girlfriend." The words reverberated in her head, each echo like a physical blow. On some level, Usagi realized Mamoru was talking.
"…Got what I wanted from you…No more use for you…I'm going to be with Sieka- chan now…" The sentences slid in and out of her consciousness. As black dots danced before her blue eyes, only one thought stuck out. He already gave her a nickname…it took him awhile to call me Usako… For some reason, that particular thought seemed tremendously funny to her.
"…Goodbye…" She sat up and leaned against the brick gate, pain lacing through her as she watched Mamoru's broad back moving away from her; towards his bike. Once he reached it he bent over "Jessica" and greeted her with a kiss that seemed to last an eternity. Calm, peaceful black stole over her and she sunk into it gratefully. As the engine of a '96 Harley Davidson revved to life and took off down the street, Usagi's lips parted to form a single word: "Mamo-chan…"
…And then everything went black.
* * *
"Ugh, Mamoru-san," Jessica complained, wiping her perfectly shaped mouth with the back of a well-manicured hand. "Why the hell did you kiss me? When I agreed to pretend to be your new girlfriend or whatever, no kissing was discussed!"
"Be quiet, Jess," he snapped automatically, keeping his pained blue eyes on the road ahead. "I'll give you extra yen for putting up with the hardship of kissing me." When he'd hired—well, begged was really more accurate—Motoki's mad-sexy cousin, visiting from California, he had not planned on kissing her. But now Usagi's assured hatred would be a done deal…She'd never take him back now. Mamoru's heart constricted with pain before he hardened it against the memory of Usagi's soft blonde hair and china blue eyes. He had to remind himself that it was for her own good. He didn't know what his troubling recurring dream meant, but he knew for sure he'd never chance Usagi's health and well-being. And with that in mind, Mamoru drove off into the sunset.
With any luck, he'd never lay eyes on Usako—USAGI—again.
