Hello again all. I'm back, the one and only Kat! I've been away for several months due to my youngest son being in three different therapies, but when I had time, I wrote some promised Sailor Moon fics (finally! ^_^), all by hand, ugh, and here is one. This was a dream I had weeks ago, so gomennasai to all the Mamoru/Usagi and Michiru/Haruka lovers out there if Usagi and Haruka being together in this offends you. Sorry as well if consensual f/f sex offends you. (P.S. That also means no children should read this story!) And everyone knows that I do not own Sailor Moon nor am I Naoko-sensei (alas), so there is no need to delve further into that. Basically folks, if you can get past the small amount of sex, this really is a love story, and I hope you like it.
(Later note: I have changed my name and also revised this story because thanks to my MSPublisher, text got messed up! -.- I am never using that blasted thing again! Wordpad from now on! Plus, my Japanese is better, and the poor quality of my Japanese in this fic makes me want to choke myself! Still, enjoy!)
Timid is the Rabbit
A story of love by Houkanno Yuuhou
I like to think of her at night; my little bunny, my moon princess, my future queen. Always after Michiru has gone to sleep, I slip my naked form across the marine-blue carpet to the other side of the apartment where our big bay window is. There, I can view the moon in all its glory, and let the cool, blue beams caress and reassure me. If only...if only it came from Usagi herself.
Sigh. I do love Michiru. Really, I know what you are thinking, I do. Michiru is my soulmate, my unquestioned love. But she is forever like the sea, her moods rising and dipping like bold waves against the shore. At this moment, she just isn't there enough to take care of my feelings.
And Usagi...well, I love and care for her as my queen, but lately? Well, lately, something inside makes me act like a schoolgirl with a crush when I see her. I have to fight the urge to plunge my hands into that silky, spun gold mass that is her hair.
Poor Michiru. I believe she knows. I suppose she should, considering that I talk about Usagi nonstop. However, she is more focused on her violin than me, so I am left to muddle through these emotions myself.
Shimatta....
But I can't control myself! I want to kiss those sweet, ruby lips! I want to run my hands over her porcelain skin. I want to rub that soft hair all over my body. I want, I want, I want. She should be my Usako, blast it! I want her!
Yesterday, I found myself walking toward Hino Shrine, and I had to realize that it was not by accident that it happened that way. I hoped--needed--to catch a glimpse while the girls concentrated on their assignments. I heard her sweet laughter as I climbed the steps toward them, its sound not unlike chimes.
tinkle...tinkle....
Ah, damn, that sound penetrated my very soul. Suddenly though, a brisk baritone cut through the high-pitched chatter, and my heart sank, literally. I cursed my luck. Why, oh, why must Mamoru always tag along?? Does she have him on the short end of her leash? Or does he insist on following her?
Oh, what fun it must be to wear that leash!
Shut up, Haruka.
I began to turn around, but damn my luck again, she noticed me peeking through the bushes and called, "Haruka-chan?" I turned to see her beautiful smile as she waved and yelled, "Konnichiha! Come here!""
The rest faced me with unpleasant grimaces. Each one said "konnichiha" and stiffened themselves as if expecting an attack. Mamo-chan was urged to move to make room by Usagi (!), and she patted the empty spot. "We aren't under attack by evil spirits again, are we?" she laughed.
I was so mesmerized by her that I almost forgot the others were there. Almost. "Nani?" I sheepishly ran my left hand through my pixie cut. "Konnichiha, minna. I...I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to say 'konnichiha', so, um, well, you know." They smiled, but dear God, what pathetic line was that?? I sounded like a giggly teenager! What the hell is wrong with me? It was never this way with Michiru.
I looked around the room, and the other girls averted their eyes elsewhere and crossed their arms over their chests in a half-assed attempt to hide themselves from me. You know me, the big, perverted lesbo that hungers after all women, young and old. Shit.
They are still uncomfortable with the fact that when we all first met, they mistook me for Michiru's boyfriend, and they all had the hots for me until Rei and Makoto figured out that I'm a butch. They all practically shit in their panties when they realized it.
Ha ha. Good for them, I say.
But Usagi didn't care then and still doesn't. They all berate her for it, too. Jerks.
Am I just kidding myself though? I swear I see something in her eyes whenever we are together, as I did again yesterday. Some sort of...longing, maybe? I'm probably just setting myself up to take a hard fall. But how will I ever know? Before I can get a good look, she is either rushed away by those damn brats or that jackass, Mamoru. Even yesterday, he tightened his grip on her hand, making her wince and almost cry out. "Mamo-chan!" she whispered painfully.
That asshole! All he could say was, "Oh." Then he let her go. Absentmindedly, she rubbed away the pain, and smiled brightly at me as Mamoru stared. Rather hatefully. ""Gomen, Usako," he apologized, but he continued to stare, warning me that I stayed too long and should leave.
I'm no baka. I know when I'm not wanted, so I looked at the ground, shaking with rage as I curtly said, "I have to go. Gomennasai. Michi-chan is expecting me home soon." Mamoru smiled (victoriously?), and the other girls looked relieved.
Poor Usagi looked so sad, and her eyes pleaded with me to stay. Was she really begging me?
I couldn't take anymore; those blue pools of sorrow were going to make me break in front of people that I wouldn't be caught dead crying. I just had to get out of there, so without another word, I ran away. As much as it pained me to do so.
At least I could hear Ami saying, if somewhat nonchalantly, "So sorry to see you go.""
When I reached the sidewalk, I heard footsteps behind me. I was expecting Usagi to run after me, but not Mamoru. He grabbed my arm harshly--a mistake on his part, and soon he realized I wouldn't back down, loosening his grip. "What do you think you are doing?" he yelled. ""Why did you come here?" I looked to the ground. ""So that's it?" he asked, pleasantly disgusted. ""She loves me, not you. I can't believe you had the nerve to come here. What about Michiru-san?""
I sighed, growing rather tired of his whining. ""What about her, you ketsu?""
He frowned. ""You make me sick."" Then he let go of my arm and stood there, like some proud bantam strutting through the henhouse, and I was silently amazed that Usagi could ever love an annoying weasel like that.
But now I realize that he loves her a lot, and he's just trying to protect what he sees as his family; something of which the outer senshi will never be a part. And how can I blame him? Setsuna, Hotaru, Michiru, and I have the same "family".
"You don't need to worry, Mamoru-san. She doesn't know, and I still love Michi-chan, no matter what you think.""
He nodded solemnly. ""Leave her alone, Haruka-san. Onegai, leave us alone.""
"Have you even made love to her yet? Is that why you're so hateful?" I laughed. ""Are you afraid that I'll get to her first?"" I just had to know because usually he's jumping all over her like she's a bitch in heat. Plus, I was hoping to embarrass and irritate him.
Embarrassed he was. ""Are you...? I...geez, iie! I can't even give her a kiss without worrying about her homicidal father breathing down my neck!"" He looked down, and shuffled from side to side. ""Besides, what do you care?"
I laughed so hard that I could barely catch my breath. ""I bet you fantasize about fucking her sweet little body all the time! You probably shoot in your pants every time she gets near!"" No answer from him except for a beet-red face. I began to walk away, but a thought struck me, and I just had to piss him off. So I turned, looked him in the eyes and gleefully retorted, "But you can believe that if she ever comes to me, I won't turn her away."" I smiled, and he cursed.
So it begins.
When I arrived home, I was so pent up from daydreaming about my odango that I needed to screw something. Lucky me, Michiru was there, still practicing that damn violin. I made her put it down, threw her on the floor, and made love to her again and again. After she left for a recital, I was congratulating myself for not shouting out Usagi's name. What Michiru doesn't know won't hurt her.
So I'm a bitch. So what?
Thank Kami-sama she's gone all day today. Only after I returned home did I realize that I noticed two blond odangos pushing against green shrubbery while Mamoru and I had our little talk. So "rabbit ears" were listening, after all!
Well, while "bunnies" may be timid, I have a feeling that this one's curiosity is going to get the better of her, and all I need to do is wait.
To be continued...
(Later note: I have changed my name and also revised this story because thanks to my MSPublisher, text got messed up! -.- I am never using that blasted thing again! Wordpad from now on! Plus, my Japanese is better, and the poor quality of my Japanese in this fic makes me want to choke myself! Still, enjoy!)
Timid is the Rabbit
A story of love by Houkanno Yuuhou
I like to think of her at night; my little bunny, my moon princess, my future queen. Always after Michiru has gone to sleep, I slip my naked form across the marine-blue carpet to the other side of the apartment where our big bay window is. There, I can view the moon in all its glory, and let the cool, blue beams caress and reassure me. If only...if only it came from Usagi herself.
Sigh. I do love Michiru. Really, I know what you are thinking, I do. Michiru is my soulmate, my unquestioned love. But she is forever like the sea, her moods rising and dipping like bold waves against the shore. At this moment, she just isn't there enough to take care of my feelings.
And Usagi...well, I love and care for her as my queen, but lately? Well, lately, something inside makes me act like a schoolgirl with a crush when I see her. I have to fight the urge to plunge my hands into that silky, spun gold mass that is her hair.
Poor Michiru. I believe she knows. I suppose she should, considering that I talk about Usagi nonstop. However, she is more focused on her violin than me, so I am left to muddle through these emotions myself.
Shimatta....
But I can't control myself! I want to kiss those sweet, ruby lips! I want to run my hands over her porcelain skin. I want to rub that soft hair all over my body. I want, I want, I want. She should be my Usako, blast it! I want her!
Yesterday, I found myself walking toward Hino Shrine, and I had to realize that it was not by accident that it happened that way. I hoped--needed--to catch a glimpse while the girls concentrated on their assignments. I heard her sweet laughter as I climbed the steps toward them, its sound not unlike chimes.
tinkle...tinkle....
Ah, damn, that sound penetrated my very soul. Suddenly though, a brisk baritone cut through the high-pitched chatter, and my heart sank, literally. I cursed my luck. Why, oh, why must Mamoru always tag along?? Does she have him on the short end of her leash? Or does he insist on following her?
Oh, what fun it must be to wear that leash!
Shut up, Haruka.
I began to turn around, but damn my luck again, she noticed me peeking through the bushes and called, "Haruka-chan?" I turned to see her beautiful smile as she waved and yelled, "Konnichiha! Come here!""
The rest faced me with unpleasant grimaces. Each one said "konnichiha" and stiffened themselves as if expecting an attack. Mamo-chan was urged to move to make room by Usagi (!), and she patted the empty spot. "We aren't under attack by evil spirits again, are we?" she laughed.
I was so mesmerized by her that I almost forgot the others were there. Almost. "Nani?" I sheepishly ran my left hand through my pixie cut. "Konnichiha, minna. I...I was in the neighborhood, and I wanted to say 'konnichiha', so, um, well, you know." They smiled, but dear God, what pathetic line was that?? I sounded like a giggly teenager! What the hell is wrong with me? It was never this way with Michiru.
I looked around the room, and the other girls averted their eyes elsewhere and crossed their arms over their chests in a half-assed attempt to hide themselves from me. You know me, the big, perverted lesbo that hungers after all women, young and old. Shit.
They are still uncomfortable with the fact that when we all first met, they mistook me for Michiru's boyfriend, and they all had the hots for me until Rei and Makoto figured out that I'm a butch. They all practically shit in their panties when they realized it.
Ha ha. Good for them, I say.
But Usagi didn't care then and still doesn't. They all berate her for it, too. Jerks.
Am I just kidding myself though? I swear I see something in her eyes whenever we are together, as I did again yesterday. Some sort of...longing, maybe? I'm probably just setting myself up to take a hard fall. But how will I ever know? Before I can get a good look, she is either rushed away by those damn brats or that jackass, Mamoru. Even yesterday, he tightened his grip on her hand, making her wince and almost cry out. "Mamo-chan!" she whispered painfully.
That asshole! All he could say was, "Oh." Then he let her go. Absentmindedly, she rubbed away the pain, and smiled brightly at me as Mamoru stared. Rather hatefully. ""Gomen, Usako," he apologized, but he continued to stare, warning me that I stayed too long and should leave.
I'm no baka. I know when I'm not wanted, so I looked at the ground, shaking with rage as I curtly said, "I have to go. Gomennasai. Michi-chan is expecting me home soon." Mamoru smiled (victoriously?), and the other girls looked relieved.
Poor Usagi looked so sad, and her eyes pleaded with me to stay. Was she really begging me?
I couldn't take anymore; those blue pools of sorrow were going to make me break in front of people that I wouldn't be caught dead crying. I just had to get out of there, so without another word, I ran away. As much as it pained me to do so.
At least I could hear Ami saying, if somewhat nonchalantly, "So sorry to see you go.""
When I reached the sidewalk, I heard footsteps behind me. I was expecting Usagi to run after me, but not Mamoru. He grabbed my arm harshly--a mistake on his part, and soon he realized I wouldn't back down, loosening his grip. "What do you think you are doing?" he yelled. ""Why did you come here?" I looked to the ground. ""So that's it?" he asked, pleasantly disgusted. ""She loves me, not you. I can't believe you had the nerve to come here. What about Michiru-san?""
I sighed, growing rather tired of his whining. ""What about her, you ketsu?""
He frowned. ""You make me sick."" Then he let go of my arm and stood there, like some proud bantam strutting through the henhouse, and I was silently amazed that Usagi could ever love an annoying weasel like that.
But now I realize that he loves her a lot, and he's just trying to protect what he sees as his family; something of which the outer senshi will never be a part. And how can I blame him? Setsuna, Hotaru, Michiru, and I have the same "family".
"You don't need to worry, Mamoru-san. She doesn't know, and I still love Michi-chan, no matter what you think.""
He nodded solemnly. ""Leave her alone, Haruka-san. Onegai, leave us alone.""
"Have you even made love to her yet? Is that why you're so hateful?" I laughed. ""Are you afraid that I'll get to her first?"" I just had to know because usually he's jumping all over her like she's a bitch in heat. Plus, I was hoping to embarrass and irritate him.
Embarrassed he was. ""Are you...? I...geez, iie! I can't even give her a kiss without worrying about her homicidal father breathing down my neck!"" He looked down, and shuffled from side to side. ""Besides, what do you care?"
I laughed so hard that I could barely catch my breath. ""I bet you fantasize about fucking her sweet little body all the time! You probably shoot in your pants every time she gets near!"" No answer from him except for a beet-red face. I began to walk away, but a thought struck me, and I just had to piss him off. So I turned, looked him in the eyes and gleefully retorted, "But you can believe that if she ever comes to me, I won't turn her away."" I smiled, and he cursed.
So it begins.
When I arrived home, I was so pent up from daydreaming about my odango that I needed to screw something. Lucky me, Michiru was there, still practicing that damn violin. I made her put it down, threw her on the floor, and made love to her again and again. After she left for a recital, I was congratulating myself for not shouting out Usagi's name. What Michiru doesn't know won't hurt her.
So I'm a bitch. So what?
Thank Kami-sama she's gone all day today. Only after I returned home did I realize that I noticed two blond odangos pushing against green shrubbery while Mamoru and I had our little talk. So "rabbit ears" were listening, after all!
Well, while "bunnies" may be timid, I have a feeling that this one's curiosity is going to get the better of her, and all I need to do is wait.
To be continued...