Bishonen Senshi Sailor Moon
(Disclaimer: I don't own Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon or any of its characters.)
A dream girl! Usaka, the reawakened!
A dark cloud loomed over the horizon, and evil chuckles were echoing from within, voices that seemed familiar somehow.
"NO!" A woman's voice cried, sorrow passing through her tear-stained, violet eyes. Other women were there as well, all in just as much agony, all scratched, bruised, and beaten, their strange clothing tattered.
Their voices seemed to vanish before hearing the name of whom they were crying for. Eyes met with a body of a woman, engulfed in pink ribbons falling, falling, falling… and also met with a man who caught her, a man in a tuxedo with dark hair. The woman's ribbons turned black, and a white light shined from her chest.
The light made the dark cloud screech in pain, then engulfed the entire scene.
"I will always… protect you…" A voice murmured in the light.
"Always…"
RINGGG
"Ah---" Two blue eyes, flew open at the sound of an alarm, a bright beam of sunlight peeking in from behind his blinds. "Uhhhhh----?"
Raising up, his short blonde hair curving this way and that from the movement that had taken place in his sleep, he stood and shuffled across the room in his blue pajamas, over to his chestnut dresser to look in the mirror.
He leaned his hands on the top of the dresser and stared at his reflection, trying to read something, reach anything from the depths of his mind. That… dream… What could it mean?…
"USAKA-KUUUN!"
"AH-" He turned to his door as it flung open. "Oh… K-konnichiwa, Haru-chan…" He said, rubbing his eye with his fist.
"Usaka-kun, what're you doing?" The young girl with wavy, sable hair and large, square-shaped glasses with thick rims, cried. "Cram school! Hell--o!" She was dressed in a navy-blue skirt, white button-down (tucked in), and a brown jacket.
"Huh?" He blinked a few times. "AH-OHHHHHHH!" He cried, panicking. "I FORGOT!" He quickly slipped out of his pajamas, slipping on a pair of jeans as he hopped across the paper-scattered, cola stained floor. "Quick! Look for my homework! It's somewhere on the floor!"
"Uhh---" She looked around, adjusting her glasses. "There it is!" She picked it up out of the corner. "Honestly… Your alarm is set wrong, you know."
"Actually, it had been ringing for twenty minutes. See," He said, tugging on a green sweater over his white undershirt, "I was having this dream and--"
"No time, we've got to go!" She cried, grabbing his wrist. "You are nineteen years old! My mom is your teacher for crying out loud! If you're late… well, I don't even want to go into that…"
"-b-but, Haru-chan, listen!" He cried as she rushed down the stairs of their apartment building.
"Get your shoes on!" She cried, opening her own locker and pulling out her black slide-ons.
"Haru-chan, my dream---" He said, pulling out his white tennis shoes and hopping into them.
"Hurry! We'll miss the bus!"
"I'm COMING!" He cried in frustration, her dragging him along again.
"Whew! We made it," Haru said, sitting down in her seat. Usaka collapsed next to her, choking for air.
"You run… too fast…" He said, placing his hand against his chest.
"You shouldn't have been oversleeping," Haru said matter-of-factly.
"I--- I couldn't wake up! I was in this deep, strange dream!" He said.
"Dream?" She blinked a few times, adjusting her glasses on her face again.
"Yes, a dream! There were all these girls dressed in mini-skirts-"
"Okay, heard enough," She said flatly.
"IT'S NOT LIKE THAAAAAAT!" He cried, entangling his fingers in his golden hair in frustration. "They were all hurt and stuff."
"Whatever…" She said flatly.
"No-no-no-no-no!" He waved his hands around frantically. "Listen! It was- WAAH!" He fell out of his seat. "…ow…"
"You're so brainless," She said. "I swear, clumsy as a pre-teen schoolgirl."
"Ohhh… don't say that…" He said, standing up and brushing off his pants and sitting back down. He decided to ignore her for the rest of the trip and turned to look down the bus.
Three seats down and across the isle, his eyes met with another man's blue eyes. The man had dark hair and was dressed very proper, a white button-down and navy pants.
"Ah-" He said, realizing he was staring. "My bad…" He muttered, turning back around.
The other man stared at his back for a moment, then went back to reading his book.
"What were you looking at?" Haru asked.
"N-nothing…" He said, sinking in his seat, his face flushing slightly. I felt really weird just now… I felt like… I knew him… creeeepy…
"Usaka, do you mind telling me… why your homework is nothing but a crumpled heap of paper?"
"Eh-heh…" He said nervously. He felt himself shrinking under his teacher's gaze. He looked to Haru for help, but she just stood there, arms crossed. "um… Well… uh… Please forgive me, Osaka-sensei!" He cried, throwing his hands together in paper. "I was just working so hard!"
"Um… Okaa-san, Usaka-kun was… really working hard…" Haru said, smiling sheepishly. "I er---saw him. He hasn't been able to put the book down since he got home a couple of days ago!"
"Then… explain to me why every answer except two of them are wrong, dearest daughter of mine," Naru said, holding it out.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT STUFF DOESN'T SINK IN!" Usaka cried, dropping to the floor and sobbing.
Haru sighed. "Usaka-kun… You're hopeless… and you cry like a girl."
"Nuh-uh!" He yelled, looking up at her rather angrily.
"Just go sit down, eh?" Naru said, pushing some of her wavy, brown-red hair behind her ear so that it tumbled down her back with the rest of it.
"Yes, Osaka-sensei…" Usaka mumbled, pouting.
Class seemed to drag by as Usaka sat in his seat, staring at his book and wondering just exactly what it meant. Soon enough, his mind was wandering back to the dream he had dreamt.
That… woman…I felt so close to her… He closed his eyes, smiling at the thought of her. Why did I dream of that girl's death? She couldn't have been any older than sixteen or seventeen…She was very pretty…almost…like a princess…
He opened his eyes and realized he had been sketching out a picture of the woman in his dreams, surrounded in black ribbons as she had been. His fingers dropped the pencil and slowly traced the moon shape on the girl's forehead. Did I draw that by mistake?… No! It was there, I remember. That's a rather odd hairstyle too. I wonder how long that took her in the mornings, heh… Damn it! Why do I feel so connected to her! Erg…It's very aggravating…I wish I knew her name. Then I'd have something to go by, and I could go find her. I suppose I could ask around later…
He stared at his picture longingly, leaning his cheek on his hand. The other people in my dream had to of known her too…Even their names would be something…
"Usaka!"
"M-ma'am!" He cried, sitting up straight.
"Read from the second paragraph on page eighty-seven!" Naru yelled, hands on her hips.
"Y… Yes, Osaka-sensei!" He flipped through his book very quickly and began to read, rather badly, in English.
"Oi…" Usaka muttered, trudging home. "If I keep getting grades like this, I'll be in cram school until I'm fifty-eight years old… At this rate, I'll never get into college. Man…" He shoved his hands in his pockets, staring at his reflection in the store windows. "Well… I guess I'd better get home and get started on my homework…"
Suddenly, it seemed as if his reflection changed from himself… to that girl! "Ah!" He blinked, and it was back to the way it was. His shoulders slumped. "Oi…If I keep this up, I'll be going crazy, hai, hai…" He turned and continued to haul himself home. "Maybe I'm already crazy…" He stared at his feet. "Ahh… darn it all… WOAH!"
He felt himself collide with another person, just as he looked up. "Ow!" He said, sitting up on the sidewalk.
"Sorry about that…" Another man's voice said, one that seemed eerily familiar to him.
"No, it was my fault, I wasn't paying attention…" Usaka said as a hand was outstretched to him. "Domo arigatou…" He said, taking it and being pulled to his feet. Suddenly, he met eye to eye -well almost (he was shorter)- with someone he had only seen earlier that day. "Hey! You're the guy from the bus!" He cried, pointing at him rather overdramatically.
The black haired man stared at him with his saddphire eyes, blinking. "Chiba Mamoru," He said.
"Mamo…" Usaka muttered, looking up at him. "Where have I… heard your name before?"
"Hm? I don't know," Mamoru said, shrugging. "I'm not famous or anything."
"I feel like… I've seen you before… and not just on the bus either…" Usaka said, leaning up closer to his face and squinting his eyes, trying to figure him out.
"I can assure you… we've never met," Mamoru said, holding up his hands, defensively. "I've got to go now. I'm in a hurry…" With that, he turned and left.
"Mamo…chan…" Usaka muttered, watching him go… that is, until he realized what he was doing. "GAH! What's the matter with me!" He took off in the opposite direction of Mamoru, his cheeks steaming red with embarrassment. "Since when did I get all blushy around guys! That's not right! Somebody help me… I'm going crazy!"
Mamoru paused in mid-step and looked back. "I felt like we had met before but…" He shook his head and continued on his way.
As Usaka walked along, the sun vanished behind the horizon, and the moon became the brightest glow in the sky. One of the shadows on the wall changed form as he passed, and two red slits of eyes appeared upon it.
"It's… the one…" A tiny voice said scratchily.
(A/N: Is this not… one of the funkiest ideas I've ever had? I even confused myself with this one… but hey, it's not like other fanfics, and I hope you enjoyed it. BTW, in case you forgot Osaka Naru is Usagi's friend in junior high. She was attacked in the very first episode and goes by Molly in the English version. Also, if you need any translations to certain things, just say so in the review and I'll include them in the next chapter.)