Hello! I don't know how long this will go since I don't really have a plan, a plot or a schedule... but I thought it might be cute to write a little sequel to Cruel Summer... how usagi mamoru would get along... what was different, what was the same... :) I hope all of you are doing well! Please rr! Also this wont make much sense if you haven't read cruel summer, so I recommend you check that out first.
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Red heels stepped off the plane with a customary dainty click.
"Yes, I'll need that taken to the limo." Came a Japanese voice that seemed rusty with lack of use and had a slightly foreign accent. The tall blonde gestured to the bags coming down the private jet and took off her sunglasses.
"And where are Chiba-san's attendants? Where's her wheelchair?" Minako was feeling snappy after her long flight. She hated sitting still for too long and a trans-continental flight was definitely on her list of things that were too long. She glanced at the stairs and suddenly her bad mood vanished.
Makoto Kino stood at the top with a gangly fifteen year old boy who had the air of a much older man. The pair walked calmly down the stairs and waited for his mother to be wheeled down. If anything could be said about the last 15 years it was that despite the difficulties, it had all been worth it. Mamoru China was growing up into a fine young man. And not a single tattoo! That was an achievement that Minako was quite proud of.
"So this is Japan." The boy said in English, glancing around the grey landscape of the tarmac with his deep blue eyes.
"Not quite. It's the airport to be exact." Makoto said, leaning on her charge and squeezing his shoulder with encouragement. "Don't worry Mamo. You'll get used to it."
"And don't speak English here or you won't fit in." Minako added with a wink. "And your mother will get mad."
"What's that about me?" Mizuki said washpishly as she was lowered into the ground. "Wipe that sour look off your face boy. This is home."
"England is home." Mamoru grumbled, but then smiled and kissed his mother on the cheek. He pushed her wheelchair towards the exit.
Minako glanced at Mako and shrugged. It had been 15 years since they had been back in Tokyo. Fifteen years since they had decided that for Mamoru's own good they had to leave the country. With the dissolution of the Terra clan they'd decided to take the money & run before anyone could catch up to what was happening.
"It's been too long." Minako sighed, lines of worry forming on her 32 year old face.
"I need a drink." Mako agreed cheerfully. "Who the hell knows how this is all going to go."
"We've done the best we could."
"That we have, Mina. That we have."
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"Why didn't anyone wake me up!"
The plaintive call came from the upstairs bedroom of the Hino-Mizuno house and was followed by several loud thumping sounds and what seemed like an army of elephants moving around the top of the house. Rei Hino sipped her tea delicately, ignoring the commotion with a practice that suggested this happened a lot.
"MOOOOM WHERES MY JACKET?!"
"You left it on the floor of the living room." Came Ami's calm sweet voice from the kitchen. Privately Rei was glad she had gotten the brunt of the cooking duties. It had never been her forte and it probably wouldn't have been good to feed a baby Here! Curry. Ami was much more responsible than she was.
The elephant came running down the stairs. Usagi Tsukino, 15 years old, hair cropped into a Mohawk, chipped black nail polish, dark eyeliner, and crystalline blue eyes, burst into the living room and began quickly throwing her clothes around, searching for the precious item.
"I can't find it!"
"Usagi stop screeching." Rei commanded quietly, turning the page of the book she was reading.
"Oh mama you're sitting on it!" Usagi grumbled, beginning a tug of war between her own strength and the strength of Rei's...butt.
"Eat your breakfast, Usagi-chan." Ami called, putting a plate on the table with some toast and fruit.
"I'm already late!"
"Listen to your mother." Rei said. "I'll take you on my bike."
"But that's so embarrassiiiing."
"A motorcycle is never embarrassing." She finally shifted so Usagi could pull out the jacket from underneath her. Usagi sat down at the table and wolfed down her breakfast. She got up and kissed Ami on the cheek, rushing towards the door and putting on a pink helmet and rushing out the door. Rei stood with her usual catlike grace and stretched.
"I'll be back soon. Need anything while I'm out?" Rei asked Ami as she grabbed her keys.
"Well…we'll be having guests so you might want to get some…refreshments." Ami murmured.
"Right. What was it— whiskey and sake?"
"Gin, for Mina…Whiskey for Mako." Ami said, tucking a small stand of hair behind her ear and smiling.
"Don't worry Ami. I'm sure everything will be fine." Rei said warmly before heading out the door to go meet with a very impatient fifteen year old.
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Usagi hopped off her mother's motorcycle and gave the red helmet a quick kiss. The engine revved and the vehicle sped away, leaving the few freshman there gaping with open mouths. Usagi didn't have time for that— she wasn't going to be late on the first day of school! That is…not again anyway! She turned the corner so quickly she didn't have time to stop when she was met face to face with a young gentleman who was on his way to the principals office. They crashed headfirst and fell down painfully.
"Bloody hell." Came a voice in English.
Usagi groaned and looked at her latest victim. It was a boy Usagi had never seen before. Tall, incredibly handsome, and dressed impeccably. He looked rich.
"Uh…sorry. I'm late." She said sheepishly. The boy was staring at her intently, and it was making her blush. Did she look that bad? Yea she was dressed a bit…alternatively but she thought it was in a fashionable way.
"That's quite alright." Then boys japanese had a slight accent, but it was hardly distinguishable. He got up and held out his hand. Instead of taking it she scrambled up, her face pink.
"Are you new?" She asked with undisguised curiosity.
"Yeah…just moved here from England."
"Your japanese is good!"
"That's because I'm Japanese…by birth anyway"
"Oh. I'm Hino-san."
"Mamoru…er…Chiba-san? The honorifics are still a bit difficult."
Usagi bowed. "Well nice to meet you! I guess I'll see you around Chiba-san!" She skipped off with a giggle.
Mamoru blinked stupidly and then continued to the office. If all girls in Japan were as beautiful as she was— maybe, just maybe, this move wouldn't be so bad.
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A ways away, in the middle of a sunny day in a two story house that smelled of stale cigarettes and roses, four friends drank and laughed as they told stories of the two children that had been left behind fifteen years ago on that fateful day. The wind blew through the trees and the air smelled fresh and new.
It was summer, and the living was easy.
Thank you.
