This fic is based on the novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and parallels to an alternate universe of Sailormoon. This has probably been done many times before, but I love this story so much that I just had to do my own. Those familiar with the novel (or the movie made in 2004, which is absolutely amazing) will recognize the characters that I correlated with the Senshi, and for those who haven't read or seen P&P, I highly suggest that you do it! It is one of the greatest romance stories of all time.
The time that this fic takes place does not really exist in the Sailormoon series. We are pretending that it's season one, it's just a completely different set up, so forget everything you already know. The Senshi are in their first semester of their freshmen year in college (age 18), Mamoru and Motoki are seniors in college (age 22), and they have not crossed paths yet. Since they are older, they will be drinking, so brace yourself. The Senshi are still in fact Senshi and I'm making up an enemy for them to be fighting.
Disclaimer:
I will not tell you my real name, but my pen name is Michiko Tsukichi. My name is not Takeuchi Naoko, who is the mastermind behind Bishojo Senshi Sailormoon. My name is also not Jane Austen, who was the genius behind Pride and Prejudice. This story is pretty much unoriginal in characters and plot. I guess the only thing I can take credit for is merging the two stories and putting them into my own writing style. Still, enjoy, because I took the time and wrote this, damnit!
Okay, you can stop plotting my death and read the story now.
Impressions
Michiko Tsukichi
Chapter One - Collide
Tsukino Usagi glanced up from her Sailor V manga and gazed out the window. In this particular issue, the heroine of love finally finds romance, and shares a passionate kiss with a man that could potentially become her soul mate. Love and kissing existed only in Usagi's naive daydreams for now. Someday she would find her one and only, but at the moment she remained picky. It was her own dream, after all. In the midst of her pondering, a stream of giddy laughter interrupted her thoughts. She had almost forgotten that her four best friends and two guardian cats surrounded her.
"Did you hear he's single?" Minako giggled. "
"Who's single?" Makoto inquired, looking towards the perky blonde.
"Furuhata Motoki, the cute blonde guy that works at Crown Arcade. He's older too, a senior!" Minako winked.
"If I wanted a boyfriend, I would want one with a job. I would be outraged if a guy wanted to mooch off of me. I suppose the fact that he's older also makes him more mature." Rei added, flipping her long, glossy, black hair over a shoulder.
"Yeah, someone who can cater to a woman's needs." Minako agreed with a dramatic sigh.
"Do you think he'll be at the party tonight?" Asked Makoto.
"Party? That's a perfectly irrational way to spend the evening. Why not conversation instead of loud music and dancing as the order of the day?" Ami, the slightly anti-social intellectual suggested. The other girls ignored the blue haired girl and continued.
"There will be many other good looking boys too, I'm sure. But Furuhata-san is specifically in the market for a girlfriend. His ex is studying abroad, so one of us hot and bothered freshmen should be perfect for him!" Minako beamed.
"Well, you girls have fun, but stay alert, Artemis and I are investigating the enemy, and will page you if something comes up." Luna inturrupted. "Yeah, don't get too sloshed or that could interfere with your fighting abilities." Artemis advised.
"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, we'll be fine!" Usagi assured the guardian cats as they walked out of the room. Minako, Rei, and Makoto all discussed their outfits for the night, leaving Ami tending to her homework. Usagi smiled to herself as she watched her friends glow with excitement. Who knows, maybe she would meet someone as well.
Usagi decided to go with her magenta, silk, baby-doll dress. While still keeping her usual hair style, she neatly placed an ebony headband in her hair. She then tied on matching black, satin espadrilles.
"Awe, you look so pretty!" Makoto complimented Usagi as she walked into her room.
"You look amazing, yourself!" Usagi replied while eyeing her friend. Makoto wore a simple, jade halter dress and peep-toe heels. She put a ribbon in her wavy ponytail instead of her usual hair tie.
"And how do I look?" Asked Minako, while striking a model pose. Her thigh-length, gold dress clung to her body in all the right places, and nobody in their right mind would complain about her plunging neckline. Usagi wondered how anyone could wear such tall heels as she stared at Minako's metallic pumps. "Hm, I think I'll do this clip instead of my bow." Minako added as she removed the red bow from her head and shook her platinum hair.
"Are Rei and Ami coming here or are we going downstairs to their place?" Makoto asked Minako, who seemed to have the itinerary for the evening.
"I told them to come here. I'll bet anything that Ami is wearing a cardigan over her dress. We're going to have to peel that thing off of her and lock it up. Why they don't have five person apartments on campus is beyond me, that girl needs me twenty-four-seven to keep her looking more like an eighteen year old and less like a forty year old." Minako answered as she kept toying with her hair clip.
Usagi let out a giggle at Minako's rant. Surely enough, Ami arrived in a pretty blue, satin dress covered up with a cardigan. Minako grabbed onto Ami's sleeve and dragged her over to the mirror.
"Okay, your neckline is to your collarbone already, there is no need to hide under that thing." Minako unbuttoned the cardigan more quickly then anyone had ever seen and threw it onto the bed. "See!"
Even though the cardigans Ami wore never looked unstylish, her creamy skin seemed to glow next to the azure blue dress. The dress looked modest with it's boat neck, and knee-length pencil cut silhouette, but it appeared quite sexy sans cardigan.
"Well, if you say so." Ami shrugged, rubbing her sleeveless arm as if it felt cold.
Minako threw some tall, patent leather, navy pumps in Ami's direction. "And wear these instead of your ballet flats. They'll give your butt some more oomph!"
"Rei, you look nice, as always." Makoto complimented the girl still standing in the doorway of Usagi's room. Rei's strapless dress started with black at the top and blended down into shades of maroon. Her black, strappy heels and beaded chocker completed her sultry look.
"Are we all ready?" Rei tapped her wrist as though it had a watch.
"All set, right?" Usagi answered, glancing at Minako and Makoto, making sure that they were ready.
The girls walked a few blocks, all in their short party dresses and high heeled shoes. Usagi felt thankful that she wore comfortable shoes as they walked across campus to the party at the Netherfield Park apartment complex. Usagi laughed at Minako, who was linking arms with her and practically skipping her way there. Rei looked annoyed, Ami still held onto her bare arms, and Makoto appeared to be hiding her anxiousness. They could hear Hamasaki Ayumi's voice blaring from the apartment from the elevator. They put on their game faces as they walked past several drunk people hanging around outside.
Usagi held in a gasp as she entered the doorway. The lights were off, but there were white lanterns that created a sultry ambience in the apartment. There were also Christmas lights on the railings up to the loft, and around some of the doors. A strobe light pulsed to the same beat as the Ayumi song. She saw that Minako and the others had already found the keg and walked over in their direction. Makoto handed Usagi a red cup brimming with beer as Minako dragged a very reluctant Rei to the dance floor, and Ami found a comfortable chair to read her book. "Some place, huh?" Makoto observed out loud to Usagi.
"No kidding. Naru has some crazy connections." Usagi answered, still awestruck.
"This is some guy named Kyo's, but the really nice one is the penthouse, that's where Furuhata-san lives." Interjected Osako Naru, not one of the Sailor Senshi, but one of Usagi's oldest and dearest friends.
"Hey girl!" Usagi hugged her friend, almost spilling both of their drinks. "So, tell us which one of these guys is Furuhata?"
Almost instinctively, Naru pointed to a good looking blonde by the bar. "That, my friends, is Furuhata Motoki." Motoki, stood next to an almost unnaturally tall guy with feathery, jet black hair, he appeared to be unenthused.
"And the person with the scowl?" Usagi said with a giggle.
"That is his best friend, and roommate, Chiba Mamoru." Naru answered.
"He looks so bored for a rich guy." Usagi mused.
"Well, why don't you go meet them!" Naru pushed the two girls forward, towards the bar. "Furuhata-san! I brought you some new friends!" She smiled at the green-eyed blonde.
"Ah! Hello, ladies, my name is Furuhata Motoki, and please, call me Motoki. This is my roommate, Chiba Mamoru." He politely introduced himself and his friend. Mamoru just nodded and stared at the girls without changing his expression.
"So this is Kino Makoto and Tsukino Usagi. Aino Minako, the other blonde girl in the room is dancing with our other friend Hino Rei, and the one reading the book over in the corner is Mizuno Ami."
"I am pleased to meet your acquaintance." Motoki smiled, mainly eyeing Makoto.
"Would you like to dance?" Makoto asked Motoki.
"Of course!" Motoki answered, appearing to be overjoyed. The two made it off to the dance floor, and Naru disappeared, leaving Usagi alone with Mamoru.
"Do you want to dance, Mamoru-san?" Usagi asked, extending a hand.
"Not if I can help it." Mamoru rejected, looking away. Usagi awkwardly pulled her hand back to her side and walked away, looking for Naru. She found Naru by the keg being chatted up by some sleaze-ball.
"What's up?" Naru asked her puzzled friend.
"Chiba Mamoru is a jerk, that's what." Usagi frowned.
"Maybe he's just socially inept. Some guys are like that, you know." Naru replied.
"You're probably right, nobody is that pompous!" Usagi changed her attitude and Naru and she went to find more willing dance partners.
After dancing, Usagi and Naru found a bench to sit and rest on. It was conveniently close to the bar if they needed a refill of the "special punch" someone had just brought in. Shorly after, Motoki and Mamoru went behind the bar for a man-to-man talk, Usagi and Naru were just close enough to catch what they were saying.
"She is by far the best looking girl here. What a dancer too. What did you think of her friend, Usagi, she's really cute too." Motoki practically swooned.
"She's just all right, I guess, but it takes more than that to get me. I can see your dance partner is waiting for you." Mamoru replied in an indifferent tone. As the two guys walked off, Usagi's blood began to boil inside of her. 'Just all right?' What?
"Don't worry about it, he's not your type anyway." Naru tried to ease her friend.
"Whatever, I wouldn't have danced with him if someone paid me to!" Usagi stammered and poured herself some more of the "special punch." She gulped it down quickly and filled her cup once again. She noticed her other friends talking to Motoki and Mamoru and headed over in that direction, a worried Naru trailing her.
"Mako-chan, do you remember that one guy that wrote you those poems? Wasn't that romantic?" Minako asked Makoto with a sigh.
"Erm, yes, that was a long time ago." Makoto blushed, and Usagi noticed how embarrassed her friend seemed that Minako would bring up such a thing.
"Any guy who thinks that poetry is going to win a girl over is in way over his head." Usagi exclaimed. The entire group looked at her in bewilderment, particularly Mamoru.
"So poetry is not romantic?" Mamoru asked in confusion.
"Only if you want to freak the poor girl out." Usagi laughed. She could see a tiny black figure in the window, waving frantically. Luna had come to crash the party. 'Probably an enemy sighting.' Usagi thought. Sure enough, the girls' beepers all sounded at once.
"Then what do women want?" Mamoru questioned as the girls turned to leave.
"A more willing dance partner." Usagi sneered with a smirk and walked quickly towards the door.
To be continued...
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