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I'm on quite the drabble kick I guess. Little plotless things that come from nowhere. They're actually quite fun. This one was written for theme number 75 on Usakomamoru- My Soul's Shelter. It doesn't say it in so many words, but I think it gets the point across.
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Nothing Personal
A one-shot
By Natsudori Lina
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When Chiba Mamoru was eleven years old, he decided that he didn't believe in a God. It was nothing personal; he just thought that there were other explanations. God did not create the universe, the Big Bang did. Man and woman were not created in God's image, but through years of evolution—from fish to chimpanzees to Cro-Magnum to the beings that now lazily walked the streets of Tokyo.
Other explanations. Scientific explanations. Logical explanations.
And besides, he sometimes reflected in one of his darker moods, what kind of a God would have taken Mother and Father away?
That went for all supernatural forces. They didn't have scientific explanations, and Mamoru demand rationale from his life, the things that happened to him. Most of it was a crock anyway, he was convinced. And those that weren't… well, he had better things to do than think about it.
So imagine his irritation one day when a verdant green rose stem thrust itself up from his bloodstream one day. 'Hi, hello, how are you doing? Nice day to challenge all that you believe in, isn't it?' it seemed to say. Mamoru was a student of medicine. And if there was one thing he knew it was that greenery did not sprout from people's skin.
Still, he might have been able to get around it (finding similar traits between plants and Homo sapien, dismissing it as a genetic anomaly… you get the general idea), if it hadn't been for one—no, two things.
Tsukino Usagi and Sailor Moon had popped up in his life one night, disrupting his carefully laid order. He had been determined to maintain control, keeping his life running smoothly without any zany blondes running around to ruin it, but it had been no use.
It was nothing against science—it was just that sometimes, when he saw joy light in Tsukino Usagi's blue eyes or watched Sailor Moon do a triumphant jig in the park, he thought that maybe there was a higher power after all.