Disclaimer: I don't own them. Never have, never will.
AN: Believe it or not, the idea for this sequel came to me before I read the reviews from last night. I hope it is liked as much. And I hope for reviews! Lots and lots of reviews.
Haruna-Sensei had no idea, but then again neither had he. How were any of them supposed to understand emotional stresses a fourteen-year-old super heroine faces? If she'd thought about it before all this started she would have imagined it as one of her Sailor V games: exciting, fun and easy to redo if something went wrong. All it took was a quarter. But there was no quarter for real life, no reset button.
She knew she wasn't the most useful of persons sometimes but to be told she wasn't good for anything three times within a twenty-four hour period was just plain ridiculous.
The first time wasn't all too extraordinary. The scantily clad karaoke youma wasn't any stronger than usual but Usagi had made the mistake of wailing helplessly into its microphone. The resulting sound waves had debilitated the senshi long enough for all of them to get hurt. When the battle was over Usagi had to deal with the all-too familiar sound of Rei's scolding. It was only on her way home that she realized that the battle had destroyed her recently completed book report. It was too late to write another. "Great. I finally do my homework and it gets destroyed." She thought, hopelessly. "This is just getting ridiculous!"
There had been no mercy when she showed up late, exhausted and empty-handed to class the next morning. Haruna-Sensei had apparently been subject to a bad date the night before because she immediately launched into a tirade against her petite, blonde student.
"Honestly, Usagi-San! Not only can you not get to class on time you don't even bother to do your homework! Can you do anything right? Can you even do anything? This is just ridiculous! You are such a little good for nothing!"
Usagi took her seat and for the rest of the day had been quiet. It was true that she had never been the best student. She wasn't pretty like Minako, smart like Ami, confident like Rei or athletic like Makoto. She couldn't even walk down the street without crashing into something or someone. Admittedly, lately she'd been trying to crash into a certain someone every time. Sullenly she decided not to explore her feelings for the handsome upperclassmen and instead wallowed in her supposed uselessness. Then a spark of inspiration hit her. If she couldn't be a good super heroine in real life she could at least be a good one via video game!
Her friends knew something was up when she turned down Makoto's lunch offering of the day. Before they could talk to her she'd rushed out of school the second the bell had rung. Filled to the brim with determination she marched triumphantly through the doors of the Crown Arcade.
"Stupid Haruna-sensei! Good for nothing?! I'll show her! Today's the day I beat this game!"
As fate would have it she "died" soon after and the ridiculousness of the situation was too much. Standing up she kicked her way through an imaginary enemy. It was only seconds later that she noticed her shoe had flown clean off her foot and landed atop Mamoru's head.
Letting out a horrified gasp she racked her brain for an apology. Unfortunately for Usagi, life had no reset button and nothing she could have said would have stopped the fight from happening. She stammered and stalled but couldn't come up with anything to say. Mamoru, on the other hand, seemed to have plenty to say.
"Watch it Odango-atama! Just because there's nothing in your head doesn't mean you launch attacks against those of us with brains in ours."
She had a brain! She did! It was just a little bit preoccupied with how ruggedly handsome the man teasing her was. She wanted to cry, to launch herself into his arms and beg for solace from the thought that she wasn't good for anything. Then he said it,
"Congratulations to your sensei for finally figuring out you're a good-for-nothing. I, of course, figured it out ages ago."
She didn't care that Rei thought she wasn't good for anything. It didn't matter that Haruna-sensei believed she couldn't do anything either. But for some reason the fact that, handsome, witty, Mamoru thought she was a good-for-nothing hurt. She could feel tears building in her eyes but didn't want to spill them in front of her friends, who had entered only moments before. Gathering every inch of pain she felt, she spat back,
"Just admit it, Mamoru-baka! You only pick on me so that everyone else will finally pay attention to you! God knows you can't get noticed on your own! And we all know how much you love attention!"
She was proud of herself. What she'd said was true. Every time that the two fought there seemed to be a horde of people looking at them. What really irked her was that she kept on walking into those situations. It'd crossed her mind, of course, that she did it all for his attention. Until recently she'd dismissed the thought as totally ridiculous. Now she wasn't so sure. She became less and less sure when he leaned in and she had to fight a strangled cry of surprise at the feeling of his breath on her lips.
"Oh yes." His slow, husky voice was intoxicating. "I love getting into collisions every morning. I love having shoes, bookbags and tests with scores under 50% thrown at my head. I love that I can't even come to drink a cup of coffee without hearing your lovely voice hammering away at the Sailor V machine! I love it so-o-o-o very much, Odango. In fact! I think I just plain love you."
They were words she'd begun to dream of and she'd never thought she would hear out loud. Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest and it went into overdrive at Motoki's words.
"Well if you love her so much why don't you marry her?"
Images of herself in a white dress, with him at the end of an aisle waiting for her, flooded her mind. He was smiling and she was ecstatic. It wasn't until he walked out of the arcade that she snapped back to reality. He'd looked scared to death and she couldn't help but worry about him. He didn't know that the things he'd said would hurt her so. He, like Haruna-Sensei, had no way of knowing.
So she followed him out. The trail of coffee spilt onto the street helped her find her way to him. Without thinking, without knowing what she would say she tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He was still shaking and there was such conflict raging in his eyes. Then it came to her. Taking his free hand she pressed it to her lips in a comforting kiss and looked up at him with complete devotion. No more hiding. No more thinking the feelings she had were too ridiculous to voice.
"I love you too."
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