TITLE: Lessons
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
PART: 1 of 4
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing these characters for a little bit.
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Lesson One - Kitty In the House
Ever since the day I ran into Usagi, I've grown a hatred for my mission. As a guardian cat, it is my job to advise and guide the senshi in their quest to find the princess. But now, it feels like I'm at a tea party hosted by the Mad Hatter. I'm guiding a stupid rabbit, a mysterious raven, and an intelligent fish. It's a deadly combination of personality clashes and I'm getting frustrated with the bickering and petty arguments between Rei and Usagi.
I'm strolling through Tokyo, trying my best to avoid the horny tom cats that want to bed me. Gods, I hate being a cat sometimes. I don't have time to enjoy the scenery of Tokyo. It truly is a beautiful city. But, as a guardian to a sailor senshi, I must focus on my goal to turn an idiotic school girl into a warrior of love and justice. I have no time to waste on silly things like romance, video games, and shopping.
It's time to inform Central Control of our recent progress, which is slim to none. After constant fights with a bunch of youma and dealing with Jadeite, I feel like we are not getting any closer on finding the princess and the ginzuishou. The Crown Arcade Center was a regular arcade, run by the Furuhata family. They also own the cafe down the street and attract a lot of customers. Especially Usagi.
I climb up a couple garbage bins to reach an open window and slip inside. It seems like everyone is asleep as I land on top of the counter, checking for any sign of people. So far, so good, I thought as I leaped from game machine to game machine. I see the Sailor V game and activate it.
"Password?", the computer asks.
"The rabbit on the moon pounds on the rice cake," I say, remembering that stupid phrase. From what little I remember of the Silver Millennium, there were no rabbits on the moon.
"What do you have to report, Luna?"
"Our progress is going very slowly, unfortunately. Usagi isn't focusing on our mission objective. And, we've had no luck finding the princess."
"You must be patient, Luna. Patience is a virtue," I hear the computer say.
Then, I hear a soft moan. I look around, to see what could be the cause of the noise and I see a rather interesting sight near a racing game machine.
My memories of the Silver Millennium are fuzzy, but I strictly remember the laws back then forbidding what I am seeing before me now. God, the sight that I see disgusts me. They're locking lips with each other, too into themselves to realize that anybody was watching them. Of course, I am a cat. What would it matter to them if I were there when those barbarians are there, caressing each other like as though the end of the world was tomorrow.
I hear their raspy breathing and their words, mumbling sweet words to each other as they caressed each other. They were touching each other as though they would break at any moment if they did anything more then gently graze their fingers over their supposed delicate skin. I couldn't tell who the two men were and I honestly didn't want to know who they were, because I would've tried to jump and scratch the living hell out of them.
Then, I finally recognized the two men.
"Mmmmm, Mamoru, that feels so..."
"I know, Motoki, I know."
I hear that bit of dialog and nearly go in shock. I knew the two were friends, but I would've never imagined those two to be sleeping with each other.
Motoki was sitting on top of Mamoru, with his shirt completely unbuttoned, his jeans were unbuttoned, and his body arched towards Mamoru. His fingers were gripping Mamoru's hair while Mamoru was placing gently sucking on one of Motoki's nipples, with his hands supporting his back.
"Lower..," I hear Motoki whisper as he guides one of Mamoru's hands inside his pants.
"Should we take this upstairs? I wouldn't want to make a mess down here," I hear Mamoru ask. I prayed that they would finish upstairs so that I wouldn't have to watch this grotesque sight anymore.
"I don't wanna go upstairs. I want you, now," he says, with a blissful and calm look on his face, with his eyes half-closed and his head resting on Mamoru's shoulder.
"But, Motoki, how are we going to do it on the chair?", he asks, his head resting on the chair as he pulls something out of his pocket.
I couldn't stand watching anymore of this desecrating act. I jumped off the machine and left the arcade. The images were still haunting my mind as I walked home. Those very images were driving me to madness when I finally had managed to arrive home. As soon as I was inside, I curled up in bed, shut my eyes, and fell asleep.
* * *
The next day, I wake up to the usual noise and squeals of "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" and "Mom! Why didn't you wake me up?". I tell you, that stupid rabbit should've gone to bed early and set her alarm so that she wouldn't be so late. Once the noise has died down, I slip out of the house. I certainly didn't want to be called a crescent moon baldie by Usagi's mom again.
I end up at the arcade and I see Motoki, sweeping the carpet outside and yawning lazily. He looked like he had a bad case of bedhair and was extremely tired. If it weren't for what I saw last night, I would've assumed that he was studying late last night. My blood boils and I feel like lashing out, until someone comes out of the arcade.
A pretty redhead dressed up in her school uniform comes out of the arcade with a pale look on her face.
"Motoki, can I talk to you after I get home from school?", the redhead said, almost afraid of him.
"Sure, Unazuki," he says, uncertain of why she would want to talk to him.
"Okay! I'll see you after school, Motoki-onii-san! Ja ne!", she says, looking at him as though she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her own two eyes.
And that's when I learned something today. The lesson behind this tale is this: "Looks can be deceiving".
To Be Continued.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: What do you think of it so far? This is an idea that's been poking around inside my head for a while. As for Luna's characterization, I've always thought that she would be a stickler for old traditions.
I hope you've enjoyed it, because more is on the way.
AUTHOR: Sakura the Cookie Monster
PART: 1 of 4
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: The standard disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing these characters for a little bit.
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Lesson One - Kitty In the House
Ever since the day I ran into Usagi, I've grown a hatred for my mission. As a guardian cat, it is my job to advise and guide the senshi in their quest to find the princess. But now, it feels like I'm at a tea party hosted by the Mad Hatter. I'm guiding a stupid rabbit, a mysterious raven, and an intelligent fish. It's a deadly combination of personality clashes and I'm getting frustrated with the bickering and petty arguments between Rei and Usagi.
I'm strolling through Tokyo, trying my best to avoid the horny tom cats that want to bed me. Gods, I hate being a cat sometimes. I don't have time to enjoy the scenery of Tokyo. It truly is a beautiful city. But, as a guardian to a sailor senshi, I must focus on my goal to turn an idiotic school girl into a warrior of love and justice. I have no time to waste on silly things like romance, video games, and shopping.
It's time to inform Central Control of our recent progress, which is slim to none. After constant fights with a bunch of youma and dealing with Jadeite, I feel like we are not getting any closer on finding the princess and the ginzuishou. The Crown Arcade Center was a regular arcade, run by the Furuhata family. They also own the cafe down the street and attract a lot of customers. Especially Usagi.
I climb up a couple garbage bins to reach an open window and slip inside. It seems like everyone is asleep as I land on top of the counter, checking for any sign of people. So far, so good, I thought as I leaped from game machine to game machine. I see the Sailor V game and activate it.
"Password?", the computer asks.
"The rabbit on the moon pounds on the rice cake," I say, remembering that stupid phrase. From what little I remember of the Silver Millennium, there were no rabbits on the moon.
"What do you have to report, Luna?"
"Our progress is going very slowly, unfortunately. Usagi isn't focusing on our mission objective. And, we've had no luck finding the princess."
"You must be patient, Luna. Patience is a virtue," I hear the computer say.
Then, I hear a soft moan. I look around, to see what could be the cause of the noise and I see a rather interesting sight near a racing game machine.
My memories of the Silver Millennium are fuzzy, but I strictly remember the laws back then forbidding what I am seeing before me now. God, the sight that I see disgusts me. They're locking lips with each other, too into themselves to realize that anybody was watching them. Of course, I am a cat. What would it matter to them if I were there when those barbarians are there, caressing each other like as though the end of the world was tomorrow.
I hear their raspy breathing and their words, mumbling sweet words to each other as they caressed each other. They were touching each other as though they would break at any moment if they did anything more then gently graze their fingers over their supposed delicate skin. I couldn't tell who the two men were and I honestly didn't want to know who they were, because I would've tried to jump and scratch the living hell out of them.
Then, I finally recognized the two men.
"Mmmmm, Mamoru, that feels so..."
"I know, Motoki, I know."
I hear that bit of dialog and nearly go in shock. I knew the two were friends, but I would've never imagined those two to be sleeping with each other.
Motoki was sitting on top of Mamoru, with his shirt completely unbuttoned, his jeans were unbuttoned, and his body arched towards Mamoru. His fingers were gripping Mamoru's hair while Mamoru was placing gently sucking on one of Motoki's nipples, with his hands supporting his back.
"Lower..," I hear Motoki whisper as he guides one of Mamoru's hands inside his pants.
"Should we take this upstairs? I wouldn't want to make a mess down here," I hear Mamoru ask. I prayed that they would finish upstairs so that I wouldn't have to watch this grotesque sight anymore.
"I don't wanna go upstairs. I want you, now," he says, with a blissful and calm look on his face, with his eyes half-closed and his head resting on Mamoru's shoulder.
"But, Motoki, how are we going to do it on the chair?", he asks, his head resting on the chair as he pulls something out of his pocket.
I couldn't stand watching anymore of this desecrating act. I jumped off the machine and left the arcade. The images were still haunting my mind as I walked home. Those very images were driving me to madness when I finally had managed to arrive home. As soon as I was inside, I curled up in bed, shut my eyes, and fell asleep.
* * *
The next day, I wake up to the usual noise and squeals of "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" and "Mom! Why didn't you wake me up?". I tell you, that stupid rabbit should've gone to bed early and set her alarm so that she wouldn't be so late. Once the noise has died down, I slip out of the house. I certainly didn't want to be called a crescent moon baldie by Usagi's mom again.
I end up at the arcade and I see Motoki, sweeping the carpet outside and yawning lazily. He looked like he had a bad case of bedhair and was extremely tired. If it weren't for what I saw last night, I would've assumed that he was studying late last night. My blood boils and I feel like lashing out, until someone comes out of the arcade.
A pretty redhead dressed up in her school uniform comes out of the arcade with a pale look on her face.
"Motoki, can I talk to you after I get home from school?", the redhead said, almost afraid of him.
"Sure, Unazuki," he says, uncertain of why she would want to talk to him.
"Okay! I'll see you after school, Motoki-onii-san! Ja ne!", she says, looking at him as though she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her own two eyes.
And that's when I learned something today. The lesson behind this tale is this: "Looks can be deceiving".
To Be Continued.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: What do you think of it so far? This is an idea that's been poking around inside my head for a while. As for Luna's characterization, I've always thought that she would be a stickler for old traditions.
I hope you've enjoyed it, because more is on the way.
