Drabble: #51
Theme: Lightning
Words: 290
Mamoru was just exiting the arcade when another fork of lightning streaked across the dark sky. He'd just had another bout with the Odango Atama and he was feeling pretty good about himself. Correction; she'd been afraid of the thunderstorm and he'd teased her. She'd left in a huff only mere seconds before him.
Suddenly, a spasm of panic shocked his senses. He recognised the strong feelings as that of Sailor Moon – she was frightened and she needed his help! He squinted through the rain as it dribbled down his forehead and into his eyes until he spotted an alleyway. He needed to transform. Just as he took his first hasty step towards it, that voyeuristic fear melted into anger. Furious, vicious, snarling anger. He almost stumbled back from the sheer force of it. But he was a composed man, and continued to the alleyway. It was weird, it was the same direction he could sense Sailor Moon...She must be close by!
Just as he reached the mouth of the one way side alley, a blur of blue, red and white whizzed past him. He took a quick step back as Sailor Moon stomped past him with clenched fists.
Her white fuku was soaked and clung to her like a second skin, and her blonde hair was plastered to her forehead and back. All he could catch was her mad huffing as she stormed past, not even noticing the stunned man.
"I don't know what the hell Jupiter thinks she's doing..."
A deafening rumble of thunder sounded closely overhead, which Mamoru found very ominous and foreboding. As another brilliant flash of lightning lit up the sky, he sent a silent prayer to the green-clad Senshi. Wherever she was; he had a feeling she would need it.
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