Title: Locker Love Chapter 2
Author: Azn Angel
Email: star_wingz13@yahoo.com
Rated: PG
Here's chapter two!!! BE AFRAID!!! BE VERY AFRAID!
Look for Azn's Funnies at the end of the chapter!
Disclaimer: OK, is that it? No, not that one. That? Nooo... Ah! I've got it! I
don't own Sailor Moon.
*~*~*~*~
"Need some help?" asked an unfamiliar, smooth male tone. I whirled around to
find myself staring into deep, dark blue eyes, framed by ebony locks of hair,
barely two inches away from me.
I was startled for a moment by his closeness, but I quickly regained my composure.
"No, I'm fine," I said. "But thank you anyway."
The stranger before me was taller than I, and was leaning against a locker with
his arms crossed, holding his pack in his arms. I couldn't help but notice that
he really made the masculine school uniform look good. He had the air of a duke;
calm, cool, collected, totally unruffled, almost regal. I eyed him, suddenly
finding myself thinking, 'Wow, he's hot...' I blushed at my thoughts, then
gulped as he still stared at me.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Because from what I've seen, I think you do
need help."
"What, were you watching me?" I asked him.
"Well, you could say that." He gave me a smile. "But take it as a compliment."
"I don't think I should," I said.
He chuckled. "Well, well, looks like someone doesn't take comments very easily."
"Uh huh," I said sarcastically, then turned back to my battle with the locker
dial. 30, 2, 24. I sighed inwardly. What was wrong? I was not going to be late
for class after waking up at 6:30 A.M.! A shadow fell on my locker. I looked
behind me. He was still there, looming over my shoulder!
"What?" I asked him. "What do you want?"
He reached around me and turned the dial. 30, 2, 24. 'Oh, great!' I thought.
'Now some guy knows my locker combo!' Miraculously, the locker opened. My jaw
dropped.
He looked at me in a smug sort of way. "You're supposed to lift the switch
that opens your locker upward, not pull it." he said with a hint of mockery in
his voice.
"Oh," I mumbled, feeling stupid. "Uh, thanks." I took my binder out of my
backpack, then shoved the backpack in. As I shut the locker, I saw that he was
still standing behind me. "Now what?" I asked, not wanting to embarrass myself
even more.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I replied, confused. "So, what's it to you?"
"I'm Chiba Mamoru."
"That's nice," I said, checking my watch. "Listen, I don't want to be late on
the first day of school, so I'm just going to--"
"Who are you?" he interrupted me.
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"
He moved ober to locker 341, and started to turn the dial. "I though it would be
nice to get to know the person who has the locker next to mine." He opened the
locker.
Great. Not only did this guy know my locker combination, but he also has the
locker next to me. This was not the best way to start the first day of school.
"Fine. My name's Tsukino Usagi." I said rather impatiently. 'I need to get to
class!' I thought, hoping he would hurry and let me go.
"Tsukino Usagi," he repeated. "Unusual name. Rabbit of the moon."
"Yeah?" I asked, a little offended. "Well, what about you? Protector of Earth?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong with Tsukino Usagi?" I crossed my arms.
"Whatever. You're gonna make me late for class."
"What?!" I asked. "Huh! Yeah right, like I'm the one who would make you late for
class! You are going to make me late!" At that moment, Makoto and Ami approached
us.
"Usagi-chan?" Ami asked. "Are you ready yet? Come on, we'll be late."
"Hey, Mamoru-san!" Makoto said. I was stunned. Makoto knew this jerk?! "How's
soccer for you?"
"OK," he answered. "You?"
"Ah, I quit. Just playing when I get the chance." She shrugged. "I... never
have much time anymore." Ami and I exchanged looks. We both knew she meant
senshi business. Minako had to quit volleyball, too. Luna and Artemis felt
guilty for getting in the way of their extracurricular activites, but they
waved it off, saying the senshi was much more important. But everyone knew
they were bummed on giving up their favorite sports.
"Oh, sorry to hear, you had a really offense," Mamoru said.
Makoto shrugged. "Yeah, it was OK." She turned to me. "C'mon, Usagi-chan, I
think Ami's going to have a cow if she's late for class!"
"Hey!" Ami protested. "Mako-chan! I just don't want to be late; nothing wrong
with that!" She also, to my surprise, turned to Mamoru. "Hello, Mamoru-san,
long time no see."
"Hai, it's good to see you," he agreed. "Ready for another year?"
"Absolutely," she said. "And you?"
He grinned and looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Definitely; I'm sure
I'll be getting top grades this year."
"I'm happy for you, Mamoru, and I hope you do."
"Well, well, aren't we Mr. Confident?" I said mockingly. "Come on, guys,
we should get to class."
"Hai, let's go." Ami said, rushing us in the right direction.
"Ja ne, Mamoru-san!" Makoto and Ami called over their shoulders.
"Ja, Makoto, Ami," he said. "Ja, Odango Atama."
I skidded to a halt as the comment about my hair reached my ears. "What did you
say?" I asked lowly. I turned around slowly, facing him and narrowing my eyes.
Did he call me what I think he called me? "Did you call me what I think you called
me?"
"What, Odango Atama?" He smirked.
I couldn't believe it. He did call me what I thought he called me. "Don't you
ever, ever, call me that again."
He smirked again. I was really starting to hate that look. "Who's gonna stop me?"
"I mean it, baka. Don't call me that." I glared at him fiercely.
He looked straight at me. I stared back, raising my head so I could match his
gaze. "I'll call you whatever I want, Odango."
I narrowed my eyes at him. My lips pursed, ready to let out a verbal attack. How
dare he? How dare this guy humiliate me like that, mocking me about my locker and
calling me names? I opened my mouth to start yelling, but Ami quickly stepped
between us.
"You two, this is not the time to criticize eachother. Please refrain yourselves.
Usagi-chan, come on. We're going to be late!" she said.
I counted to ten silently in my head, breathing deeply. "OK, Ami, let's get to
class," I said as I finally calmed down.
The three of us rushed to class, hoping we weren't going to be tardy. I fumed
silently as the words "Odango Atama" still rang through my ears. Why was I so
angry? Well, first of all, it was deeply insulting. Would you like it if someone
called you Odango Atama? Secondly, it was also because of this dream I've been
having every night since I found out I was Sailor Moon...
*Dream*
I walked around the garden, occasionally kneeling down to sniff some of the
flowers. I had a companion, a man, but his features were always fuzzy and blurred.
He began to speak.
"So, Princess, are you enjoying your studies?"
I rolled my eyes, raising myself from a white rose. "You know how much I
despise my studies. They're all quite boring, with the exceptions of
astronomy and fencing."
"Fencing?" he asked, apparently surprised. "Not a very princess-like thing
to learn."
"In case you forgot, I'm not very princess-like to begin with."
He chuckled. "Well I think you're the perfect princess," he murmured, coming
closer to touch my cheek softly.
I paused, then pulled away from his hand. "I--uh..." I stammered, my heart
thumping. I cleared my throat and gave a little laugh. "I'm sure," I said
rather sarcastically. "Like I could be a worthy princess."
He was about to reply back when we heard an explosion sound loudly in the air.
We both turned around, looking at a beautiful, gigantic palace. It began to
collapse as it was blown up, crumbling to the ground. I gasped. I saw two
figures in the air above the destructed area, one of them trapped in a sickly
reddish bubble-like thing. As I squinted my eyes, I recognized who they were.
One of them was Beryl, Queen of the Dark Kingdom. I screamed as I saw who the
other person in the bubble was.
"MOTHER!!!"
*End dream*
I always woke up at that moment, afraid and soaked with cold sweat. But I did
remember the figure of my mother. She had hair just like mine. Two buns, twisted
high on each side of my head, with hair falling from the buns. Somehow, I felt
if I stopped wearing my hair in this style, I'd lose the last thing my mother
and I shared.
No, it wasn't my mother, Ikuko. Her hair was blue and curly, and she wore it
down. The person I called mother in my dream had silvery hair and buns like
mine. At first I thought I was adopted. But no, that idea couldn't be true;
I had seen videos my father had recorded while I was being born. Then I thought
maybe it wasn't really me, but someone else. But why would I dream in someone
else's point of view? I wasn't even sure if that was possible. Then I wondered
if it was something like another lifetime? But I quickly scratched that idea
out, thinking it to be crazy and impossible. So I still didn't know what that
dream meant. Back to square one.
"Usagi-chan?"
"Huh?!" I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing Ami was waving a hand in my face.
"Oh, gomen Ami-chan, what'd you say?"
"I said, are you prepared for school?"
I nodded. "Of course, Ami, I went shopping with you!"
"Yeah," Makoto joined in. "Shopping with a genius always prepares you for school!"
Ami blushed.
I changed the subject. "So how did you guys get to know the baka?"
"The baka?" Makoto asked. "You mean Mamoru?" I nodded, annoyance showing on my
face. "School soccer team."
"I know him from most of my classes. He often scores nearly as well as I," Ami
said.
"Heh, emphasis on the 'nearly,'" I said.
"Why do you want to know?" Makoto asked in a teasing voice, elbowing me
gently in the side. "You like him?"
"No way!" I almost yelled, suddenly remembering what I had thought when I first
saw him. I increased my voice volume even more. "Where you get that?"
"Hey, I may not be the Senshi of Love, but I can recognize blind love when I see it!"
I rolled my eyes. "Tht doesn't even make sense! How can you see blind love?"
"Ah, so you admit it!"
"I did no such thing!" I said, becoming flustered. Luckily, we stopped in front
of a door with a sign that said "Mr. Yamasamu," and our conversation was
forgotten. We walked in to find small index cards, folded in half with a name
written on it, on each desk. I found mine, and sat down, thinking, 'How babyish.
Nametags on our desks? Aren't we a little old for that?'
Fortunately, Ami sat in front of me, and Makoto sat diagonally from Ami in front
of her, so I didn't mind too much, since we were all pretty close to eachother.
As I chatted with Ami and Makoto, other students eventually trickled in until we
had a full class. The bell rang and everyone quieted down. A tall man with a blue
suit and light brown hair went to the front of the class.
"Good morning, students. I'm Mr. Yamasamu, but everyone of you will refer to me
as Yamasamu-sensei. As I always do on the first day of school, I will pass out
some papers for you to fill out." I groaned quietly, noticing I wasn't the only
one. "They're simply papers for a class project. Please pass them down the row
behind you."
Ami passed me a stack, and I skimmed over it quickly. "What's your favorite
thing to do?" "Who is your favorite singer?" "What is your favorite school
subject?" 'Hey,' I thought. 'This ought to be easy!' All of the questions
were simply asking about me, almost like a survey. I was afraid it would be
questions on things I wouldn't be able to answer. You know, the kind of thing
Ami would enjoy.
I turned around in my seat to pass it to the person behind me. I looked up,
and saw a raised eyebrow, mocking blue eyes, and a smirking mouth.
"Hey, Odango, I guess I not only have the pleasure of getting a locker next to
you, but also seeing you in my first class every morning right in front of me."
I was staring at Chiba Mamoru.
~*~*~*~*
BWAHAHAHAHA! Yet another cliffhanger! Well, maybe not exactly a cliffhanger,
but hey, it's the best I could do.
Azn's Funnies!
~*~
"So, Princess, are you enjoying your studies?"
I rolled my eyes, raising myself from a white rose. "You know how much I
despise my studies. They're all quite boring, with the exceptions of
astronomy and fencing."
"Fencing?" he asked. "Really?" He suddenly appeared in a fencing suit and bore
his sword at me. "BRING IT ON!"
~*~
So, what do you think? Emails and reviews are welcome!
~*~Azn Angel~*~
Author: Azn Angel
Email: star_wingz13@yahoo.com
Rated: PG
Here's chapter two!!! BE AFRAID!!! BE VERY AFRAID!
Look for Azn's Funnies at the end of the chapter!
Disclaimer: OK, is that it? No, not that one. That? Nooo... Ah! I've got it! I
don't own Sailor Moon.
*~*~*~*~
"Need some help?" asked an unfamiliar, smooth male tone. I whirled around to
find myself staring into deep, dark blue eyes, framed by ebony locks of hair,
barely two inches away from me.
I was startled for a moment by his closeness, but I quickly regained my composure.
"No, I'm fine," I said. "But thank you anyway."
The stranger before me was taller than I, and was leaning against a locker with
his arms crossed, holding his pack in his arms. I couldn't help but notice that
he really made the masculine school uniform look good. He had the air of a duke;
calm, cool, collected, totally unruffled, almost regal. I eyed him, suddenly
finding myself thinking, 'Wow, he's hot...' I blushed at my thoughts, then
gulped as he still stared at me.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Because from what I've seen, I think you do
need help."
"What, were you watching me?" I asked him.
"Well, you could say that." He gave me a smile. "But take it as a compliment."
"I don't think I should," I said.
He chuckled. "Well, well, looks like someone doesn't take comments very easily."
"Uh huh," I said sarcastically, then turned back to my battle with the locker
dial. 30, 2, 24. I sighed inwardly. What was wrong? I was not going to be late
for class after waking up at 6:30 A.M.! A shadow fell on my locker. I looked
behind me. He was still there, looming over my shoulder!
"What?" I asked him. "What do you want?"
He reached around me and turned the dial. 30, 2, 24. 'Oh, great!' I thought.
'Now some guy knows my locker combo!' Miraculously, the locker opened. My jaw
dropped.
He looked at me in a smug sort of way. "You're supposed to lift the switch
that opens your locker upward, not pull it." he said with a hint of mockery in
his voice.
"Oh," I mumbled, feeling stupid. "Uh, thanks." I took my binder out of my
backpack, then shoved the backpack in. As I shut the locker, I saw that he was
still standing behind me. "Now what?" I asked, not wanting to embarrass myself
even more.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I replied, confused. "So, what's it to you?"
"I'm Chiba Mamoru."
"That's nice," I said, checking my watch. "Listen, I don't want to be late on
the first day of school, so I'm just going to--"
"Who are you?" he interrupted me.
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"
He moved ober to locker 341, and started to turn the dial. "I though it would be
nice to get to know the person who has the locker next to mine." He opened the
locker.
Great. Not only did this guy know my locker combination, but he also has the
locker next to me. This was not the best way to start the first day of school.
"Fine. My name's Tsukino Usagi." I said rather impatiently. 'I need to get to
class!' I thought, hoping he would hurry and let me go.
"Tsukino Usagi," he repeated. "Unusual name. Rabbit of the moon."
"Yeah?" I asked, a little offended. "Well, what about you? Protector of Earth?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong with Tsukino Usagi?" I crossed my arms.
"Whatever. You're gonna make me late for class."
"What?!" I asked. "Huh! Yeah right, like I'm the one who would make you late for
class! You are going to make me late!" At that moment, Makoto and Ami approached
us.
"Usagi-chan?" Ami asked. "Are you ready yet? Come on, we'll be late."
"Hey, Mamoru-san!" Makoto said. I was stunned. Makoto knew this jerk?! "How's
soccer for you?"
"OK," he answered. "You?"
"Ah, I quit. Just playing when I get the chance." She shrugged. "I... never
have much time anymore." Ami and I exchanged looks. We both knew she meant
senshi business. Minako had to quit volleyball, too. Luna and Artemis felt
guilty for getting in the way of their extracurricular activites, but they
waved it off, saying the senshi was much more important. But everyone knew
they were bummed on giving up their favorite sports.
"Oh, sorry to hear, you had a really offense," Mamoru said.
Makoto shrugged. "Yeah, it was OK." She turned to me. "C'mon, Usagi-chan, I
think Ami's going to have a cow if she's late for class!"
"Hey!" Ami protested. "Mako-chan! I just don't want to be late; nothing wrong
with that!" She also, to my surprise, turned to Mamoru. "Hello, Mamoru-san,
long time no see."
"Hai, it's good to see you," he agreed. "Ready for another year?"
"Absolutely," she said. "And you?"
He grinned and looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Definitely; I'm sure
I'll be getting top grades this year."
"I'm happy for you, Mamoru, and I hope you do."
"Well, well, aren't we Mr. Confident?" I said mockingly. "Come on, guys,
we should get to class."
"Hai, let's go." Ami said, rushing us in the right direction.
"Ja ne, Mamoru-san!" Makoto and Ami called over their shoulders.
"Ja, Makoto, Ami," he said. "Ja, Odango Atama."
I skidded to a halt as the comment about my hair reached my ears. "What did you
say?" I asked lowly. I turned around slowly, facing him and narrowing my eyes.
Did he call me what I think he called me? "Did you call me what I think you called
me?"
"What, Odango Atama?" He smirked.
I couldn't believe it. He did call me what I thought he called me. "Don't you
ever, ever, call me that again."
He smirked again. I was really starting to hate that look. "Who's gonna stop me?"
"I mean it, baka. Don't call me that." I glared at him fiercely.
He looked straight at me. I stared back, raising my head so I could match his
gaze. "I'll call you whatever I want, Odango."
I narrowed my eyes at him. My lips pursed, ready to let out a verbal attack. How
dare he? How dare this guy humiliate me like that, mocking me about my locker and
calling me names? I opened my mouth to start yelling, but Ami quickly stepped
between us.
"You two, this is not the time to criticize eachother. Please refrain yourselves.
Usagi-chan, come on. We're going to be late!" she said.
I counted to ten silently in my head, breathing deeply. "OK, Ami, let's get to
class," I said as I finally calmed down.
The three of us rushed to class, hoping we weren't going to be tardy. I fumed
silently as the words "Odango Atama" still rang through my ears. Why was I so
angry? Well, first of all, it was deeply insulting. Would you like it if someone
called you Odango Atama? Secondly, it was also because of this dream I've been
having every night since I found out I was Sailor Moon...
*Dream*
I walked around the garden, occasionally kneeling down to sniff some of the
flowers. I had a companion, a man, but his features were always fuzzy and blurred.
He began to speak.
"So, Princess, are you enjoying your studies?"
I rolled my eyes, raising myself from a white rose. "You know how much I
despise my studies. They're all quite boring, with the exceptions of
astronomy and fencing."
"Fencing?" he asked, apparently surprised. "Not a very princess-like thing
to learn."
"In case you forgot, I'm not very princess-like to begin with."
He chuckled. "Well I think you're the perfect princess," he murmured, coming
closer to touch my cheek softly.
I paused, then pulled away from his hand. "I--uh..." I stammered, my heart
thumping. I cleared my throat and gave a little laugh. "I'm sure," I said
rather sarcastically. "Like I could be a worthy princess."
He was about to reply back when we heard an explosion sound loudly in the air.
We both turned around, looking at a beautiful, gigantic palace. It began to
collapse as it was blown up, crumbling to the ground. I gasped. I saw two
figures in the air above the destructed area, one of them trapped in a sickly
reddish bubble-like thing. As I squinted my eyes, I recognized who they were.
One of them was Beryl, Queen of the Dark Kingdom. I screamed as I saw who the
other person in the bubble was.
"MOTHER!!!"
*End dream*
I always woke up at that moment, afraid and soaked with cold sweat. But I did
remember the figure of my mother. She had hair just like mine. Two buns, twisted
high on each side of my head, with hair falling from the buns. Somehow, I felt
if I stopped wearing my hair in this style, I'd lose the last thing my mother
and I shared.
No, it wasn't my mother, Ikuko. Her hair was blue and curly, and she wore it
down. The person I called mother in my dream had silvery hair and buns like
mine. At first I thought I was adopted. But no, that idea couldn't be true;
I had seen videos my father had recorded while I was being born. Then I thought
maybe it wasn't really me, but someone else. But why would I dream in someone
else's point of view? I wasn't even sure if that was possible. Then I wondered
if it was something like another lifetime? But I quickly scratched that idea
out, thinking it to be crazy and impossible. So I still didn't know what that
dream meant. Back to square one.
"Usagi-chan?"
"Huh?!" I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing Ami was waving a hand in my face.
"Oh, gomen Ami-chan, what'd you say?"
"I said, are you prepared for school?"
I nodded. "Of course, Ami, I went shopping with you!"
"Yeah," Makoto joined in. "Shopping with a genius always prepares you for school!"
Ami blushed.
I changed the subject. "So how did you guys get to know the baka?"
"The baka?" Makoto asked. "You mean Mamoru?" I nodded, annoyance showing on my
face. "School soccer team."
"I know him from most of my classes. He often scores nearly as well as I," Ami
said.
"Heh, emphasis on the 'nearly,'" I said.
"Why do you want to know?" Makoto asked in a teasing voice, elbowing me
gently in the side. "You like him?"
"No way!" I almost yelled, suddenly remembering what I had thought when I first
saw him. I increased my voice volume even more. "Where you get that?"
"Hey, I may not be the Senshi of Love, but I can recognize blind love when I see it!"
I rolled my eyes. "Tht doesn't even make sense! How can you see blind love?"
"Ah, so you admit it!"
"I did no such thing!" I said, becoming flustered. Luckily, we stopped in front
of a door with a sign that said "Mr. Yamasamu," and our conversation was
forgotten. We walked in to find small index cards, folded in half with a name
written on it, on each desk. I found mine, and sat down, thinking, 'How babyish.
Nametags on our desks? Aren't we a little old for that?'
Fortunately, Ami sat in front of me, and Makoto sat diagonally from Ami in front
of her, so I didn't mind too much, since we were all pretty close to eachother.
As I chatted with Ami and Makoto, other students eventually trickled in until we
had a full class. The bell rang and everyone quieted down. A tall man with a blue
suit and light brown hair went to the front of the class.
"Good morning, students. I'm Mr. Yamasamu, but everyone of you will refer to me
as Yamasamu-sensei. As I always do on the first day of school, I will pass out
some papers for you to fill out." I groaned quietly, noticing I wasn't the only
one. "They're simply papers for a class project. Please pass them down the row
behind you."
Ami passed me a stack, and I skimmed over it quickly. "What's your favorite
thing to do?" "Who is your favorite singer?" "What is your favorite school
subject?" 'Hey,' I thought. 'This ought to be easy!' All of the questions
were simply asking about me, almost like a survey. I was afraid it would be
questions on things I wouldn't be able to answer. You know, the kind of thing
Ami would enjoy.
I turned around in my seat to pass it to the person behind me. I looked up,
and saw a raised eyebrow, mocking blue eyes, and a smirking mouth.
"Hey, Odango, I guess I not only have the pleasure of getting a locker next to
you, but also seeing you in my first class every morning right in front of me."
I was staring at Chiba Mamoru.
~*~*~*~*
BWAHAHAHAHA! Yet another cliffhanger! Well, maybe not exactly a cliffhanger,
but hey, it's the best I could do.
Azn's Funnies!
~*~
"So, Princess, are you enjoying your studies?"
I rolled my eyes, raising myself from a white rose. "You know how much I
despise my studies. They're all quite boring, with the exceptions of
astronomy and fencing."
"Fencing?" he asked. "Really?" He suddenly appeared in a fencing suit and bore
his sword at me. "BRING IT ON!"
~*~
So, what do you think? Emails and reviews are welcome!
~*~Azn Angel~*~
