Hello minna! This is Ekaterinn and Bejiin with the first part of a new TAFF
fic! We hope you enjoy it. Happy TAFF/WAFF day!
The Angel's Wings Are Broken
By Ekaterinn Ciel Duval and Bejiin Melanie Ripley
Genre: AU, TAFF
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns Sailor Moon, through Bej owns a very nice
Sailor Moon wand. ^_~
Part One:
Mamoru stood and watched as the sun set in the tiny park near his
apartment. The wind rustled in the trees as the stars slowly reclaimed the
day's yellow rays and the sun sunk away into the purplish horizon. He had
heard that it was supposed to be beautiful, but somehow that beauty didn't
touch him. Mamoru sighed and turned towards his apartment building.
Today was his birthday. He was 19, if the date, August 21, the doctors had
given him was right. He didn't know himself, because the accident that had
taken his parents from him had also taken all his early memories. This was
the first birthday he had celebrated outside the cold and impersonal
orphanage he had spent fifteen years in, having achieved independence only
last year. Not that he had really celebrated his birthdays in the orphanage
or even had gotten a cake and if asked, he would deny that he wanted
anything of the kind. But still. Today was his birthday.
Reaching his apartment building, Mamoru shook his head at himself. //Stop
thinking useless thoughts, baka, and start concentrating on the organic chem
test you have tomorrow.// He punched in the numbers on the elevator and
began mumbling under his breath: "You can oxidize aldehydes and ketones to
carboxylic acids by KMnO4 and H3O+. It's also possible to add a carboxylic
acid functional group by aqueous workup and grignard reag- ow!" He had
nearly stumbled over something in his doorway. "Huh?" Mamoru leaned down
to look at it and found himself staring at a white box wrapped with a shiny
red ribbon. "A...present?" Puzzled, Mamoru picked up the box, still not
sure if it was meant for him, and walked into his apartment with it.
Once inside, he sat down on his black sofa and carefully unwrapped the
ribbon and set it aside. Opening the box, he found a small slip of paper on
top of the white tissue paper. Picking it up, he read "Happy Birthday,
Mamoru! -Motoki and Reika." Unwillingly, he smiled. No matter what he
said earlier, it felt good that his best, if only, friend Motoki and
Motoki's girlfriend Reika had remembered his birthday. He set the card down
next to the ribbon and turned his attention back to the box. The white
paper crinkled as he parted it to reveal a three-foot-high doll with blue
eyes and long blond hair done up in buns at the top, but then allowed to
flow freely almost all the way to her feet. She was wearing a blue and
white kimono, with a small nametag attached that declared her name to be
Usagi. Mamoru blinked. What on earth had possessed Motoki and Reika to get
him a DOLL for his birthday?
He looked at it again, nonplused. Still...a present was a present, he
guessed. Sitting the doll down on the sofa, he smiled and at it and said,
turning towards the kitchen "Looks like it's just me and you for dinner."
"That's okay." He heard a voice say sweetly.
Mamoru spun around, but there was no one there except the doll. He laughed
nervously "I must be losing my mind if I think a doll is talking to me."
Breathing a sigh of relief, he moved towards the kitchen once again, only to
be stopped by the same sweet voice.
"But I'm not a doll."
Mamoru turned around slowly. A fully fleshed and breathing young girl was
sitting on the sofa, wearing a skimpy blue and white dress done in the same
pattern as the doll's kimono was. She looked about fifteen. He head was
tilted in a quizzical expression, and she was looking at Mamoru with the
clearest blue eyes he had ever seen. "What?" he breathed.
"I said, I'm not a doll."
"But..who are you? How...how did you get here?"
She smiled at him. She _smiled_ at him and he decided that having a mind
was overrated. "My name is Usagi. What's yours?"
"Mamoru."
"Ma - mo -ru." she repeated after him, drawing out the syllables. "I think
I'll call you Mamo-chan!"
"Mamo-chan?" he asked, a bit taken back.
Usagi nodded vigourously up at him. "Mamo-chan!" she repeated, hopping
off the couch. He was surprised that her head only came up to his chest.
"Hmmm, I'm hungry" she said, rubbing her stomach, "Do you have any food?"
"Um, well, um, I was just about to make myself some vegetable soup."
She wrinkled her nose cutely. "Ick. I hate vegetables. Got anything
yummy?"
"Yummy?" he repeated. She nodded. He blushed and looked down at the
floor. "I have some chocolate." He couldn't believe he just admitted that.
Not even Motoki knew of his secret weakness for chocolate. But when she
clapped her hands and grinned at him hopefully, he couldn't resist. Quick
as a flash, he duck into the kitchen and out again with two gigantic
chocolate bars. Mamoru handed one to Usagi and watched in awe as she
enthusiastically devoured hers before he had even eaten half of his.
"C'mon, slowpoke, hurry up and finish yours! I want to go out for a
walk."
"But it's dark now." He said between bites, hurriedly finishing the
chocolate bar.
She frowned at him. "No, it isn't, silly. The sun is just about to set."
Usagi pointed to the sky outside his living room window. He looked,
incredulous, and saw the sun was indeed higher than it was when he was
watching it in the park. //But..how...wait, what?// But before Mamoru
could find the words to form a protest, Usagi had pulled him out of the
apartment, leaving him just barely enough time to lock the door behind them.
They ended up walking around that same small park near the apartment,
watching the sun set for the second time. And as Mamoru watched the setting
rays dance off of Usagi's golden hair, and as she slipped one hand into his,
he thought he knew why people considered sunsets beautiful.
They walked for a quite a while in the warm summer air with a only a slight
breeze to cool them as it rustled the cherry blossom buds on the trees.
Mamoru almost stopped walking at the sight of them, confused. //Aren't
cherry blossoms only supposed to bud in April?// But then Usagi yawned
loudly, distracting him and he forgot all about it.
She yawned again, looking fragile and almost insubstantial for a moment and
Mamoru grew concerned. "Oh, you're tired. We'd better get you home - I
mean back to my apartment." He said, suddenly growing flustered. Since
when had the apartment felt like a place he could call home? And why wasn't
he looking for wherever this girl lived? And, and.. But then she gave him
a sleepy smile and he was lost. "I'll take the sofa and you can have the
bed, OK?"
She blinked at him and shook her head. "That wouldn't be right. I'll be
fine on the sofa." Mamoru didn't argue with Usagi, figuring it would be
easier, as tired as she was, to just gently nudge her in the bed once they
got back to the apartment he now called home.
And indeed, it worked almost like that when they got back. Except that she
pulled him fully clothed down into the soft mattress with her, and snuggled
up to him so close he couldn't get free.
He had just about resigned himself to falling asleep that way when
Usagi asked in a sleepy voice, "What do you want, Mamo-chan?"
"Huh?" Mamoru replied intelligently.
"What do you want? What do you want, more than life, more than
anything?"
"Well, I want to be able to become a doctor, of course. That's what
I'm going to university for, after all."
"Oh." She replied, a little sadly he thought, and hugged him even
closer. And so, Mamoru found himself falling asleep that way with a warm
body next to his, chasing his frequent nightmares away.
To be continued...
fic! We hope you enjoy it. Happy TAFF/WAFF day!
The Angel's Wings Are Broken
By Ekaterinn Ciel Duval and Bejiin Melanie Ripley
Genre: AU, TAFF
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns Sailor Moon, through Bej owns a very nice
Sailor Moon wand. ^_~
Part One:
Mamoru stood and watched as the sun set in the tiny park near his
apartment. The wind rustled in the trees as the stars slowly reclaimed the
day's yellow rays and the sun sunk away into the purplish horizon. He had
heard that it was supposed to be beautiful, but somehow that beauty didn't
touch him. Mamoru sighed and turned towards his apartment building.
Today was his birthday. He was 19, if the date, August 21, the doctors had
given him was right. He didn't know himself, because the accident that had
taken his parents from him had also taken all his early memories. This was
the first birthday he had celebrated outside the cold and impersonal
orphanage he had spent fifteen years in, having achieved independence only
last year. Not that he had really celebrated his birthdays in the orphanage
or even had gotten a cake and if asked, he would deny that he wanted
anything of the kind. But still. Today was his birthday.
Reaching his apartment building, Mamoru shook his head at himself. //Stop
thinking useless thoughts, baka, and start concentrating on the organic chem
test you have tomorrow.// He punched in the numbers on the elevator and
began mumbling under his breath: "You can oxidize aldehydes and ketones to
carboxylic acids by KMnO4 and H3O+. It's also possible to add a carboxylic
acid functional group by aqueous workup and grignard reag- ow!" He had
nearly stumbled over something in his doorway. "Huh?" Mamoru leaned down
to look at it and found himself staring at a white box wrapped with a shiny
red ribbon. "A...present?" Puzzled, Mamoru picked up the box, still not
sure if it was meant for him, and walked into his apartment with it.
Once inside, he sat down on his black sofa and carefully unwrapped the
ribbon and set it aside. Opening the box, he found a small slip of paper on
top of the white tissue paper. Picking it up, he read "Happy Birthday,
Mamoru! -Motoki and Reika." Unwillingly, he smiled. No matter what he
said earlier, it felt good that his best, if only, friend Motoki and
Motoki's girlfriend Reika had remembered his birthday. He set the card down
next to the ribbon and turned his attention back to the box. The white
paper crinkled as he parted it to reveal a three-foot-high doll with blue
eyes and long blond hair done up in buns at the top, but then allowed to
flow freely almost all the way to her feet. She was wearing a blue and
white kimono, with a small nametag attached that declared her name to be
Usagi. Mamoru blinked. What on earth had possessed Motoki and Reika to get
him a DOLL for his birthday?
He looked at it again, nonplused. Still...a present was a present, he
guessed. Sitting the doll down on the sofa, he smiled and at it and said,
turning towards the kitchen "Looks like it's just me and you for dinner."
"That's okay." He heard a voice say sweetly.
Mamoru spun around, but there was no one there except the doll. He laughed
nervously "I must be losing my mind if I think a doll is talking to me."
Breathing a sigh of relief, he moved towards the kitchen once again, only to
be stopped by the same sweet voice.
"But I'm not a doll."
Mamoru turned around slowly. A fully fleshed and breathing young girl was
sitting on the sofa, wearing a skimpy blue and white dress done in the same
pattern as the doll's kimono was. She looked about fifteen. He head was
tilted in a quizzical expression, and she was looking at Mamoru with the
clearest blue eyes he had ever seen. "What?" he breathed.
"I said, I'm not a doll."
"But..who are you? How...how did you get here?"
She smiled at him. She _smiled_ at him and he decided that having a mind
was overrated. "My name is Usagi. What's yours?"
"Mamoru."
"Ma - mo -ru." she repeated after him, drawing out the syllables. "I think
I'll call you Mamo-chan!"
"Mamo-chan?" he asked, a bit taken back.
Usagi nodded vigourously up at him. "Mamo-chan!" she repeated, hopping
off the couch. He was surprised that her head only came up to his chest.
"Hmmm, I'm hungry" she said, rubbing her stomach, "Do you have any food?"
"Um, well, um, I was just about to make myself some vegetable soup."
She wrinkled her nose cutely. "Ick. I hate vegetables. Got anything
yummy?"
"Yummy?" he repeated. She nodded. He blushed and looked down at the
floor. "I have some chocolate." He couldn't believe he just admitted that.
Not even Motoki knew of his secret weakness for chocolate. But when she
clapped her hands and grinned at him hopefully, he couldn't resist. Quick
as a flash, he duck into the kitchen and out again with two gigantic
chocolate bars. Mamoru handed one to Usagi and watched in awe as she
enthusiastically devoured hers before he had even eaten half of his.
"C'mon, slowpoke, hurry up and finish yours! I want to go out for a
walk."
"But it's dark now." He said between bites, hurriedly finishing the
chocolate bar.
She frowned at him. "No, it isn't, silly. The sun is just about to set."
Usagi pointed to the sky outside his living room window. He looked,
incredulous, and saw the sun was indeed higher than it was when he was
watching it in the park. //But..how...wait, what?// But before Mamoru
could find the words to form a protest, Usagi had pulled him out of the
apartment, leaving him just barely enough time to lock the door behind them.
They ended up walking around that same small park near the apartment,
watching the sun set for the second time. And as Mamoru watched the setting
rays dance off of Usagi's golden hair, and as she slipped one hand into his,
he thought he knew why people considered sunsets beautiful.
They walked for a quite a while in the warm summer air with a only a slight
breeze to cool them as it rustled the cherry blossom buds on the trees.
Mamoru almost stopped walking at the sight of them, confused. //Aren't
cherry blossoms only supposed to bud in April?// But then Usagi yawned
loudly, distracting him and he forgot all about it.
She yawned again, looking fragile and almost insubstantial for a moment and
Mamoru grew concerned. "Oh, you're tired. We'd better get you home - I
mean back to my apartment." He said, suddenly growing flustered. Since
when had the apartment felt like a place he could call home? And why wasn't
he looking for wherever this girl lived? And, and.. But then she gave him
a sleepy smile and he was lost. "I'll take the sofa and you can have the
bed, OK?"
She blinked at him and shook her head. "That wouldn't be right. I'll be
fine on the sofa." Mamoru didn't argue with Usagi, figuring it would be
easier, as tired as she was, to just gently nudge her in the bed once they
got back to the apartment he now called home.
And indeed, it worked almost like that when they got back. Except that she
pulled him fully clothed down into the soft mattress with her, and snuggled
up to him so close he couldn't get free.
He had just about resigned himself to falling asleep that way when
Usagi asked in a sleepy voice, "What do you want, Mamo-chan?"
"Huh?" Mamoru replied intelligently.
"What do you want? What do you want, more than life, more than
anything?"
"Well, I want to be able to become a doctor, of course. That's what
I'm going to university for, after all."
"Oh." She replied, a little sadly he thought, and hugged him even
closer. And so, Mamoru found himself falling asleep that way with a warm
body next to his, chasing his frequent nightmares away.
To be continued...