AN: Had to get this one out right away as well, after all it is important.
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Chapter 2: Arguments and Ideas
The tinkling of the Crown Arcade bells was one of Usagi's favorite sounds. The bells promised her yummy food, excellent milkshakes at the Crown Arcade, Motoki the cutest blond guy at the counter, and the satisfaction you get by pounding arcade game buttons until you heard the victory noise of winning a game. She let out a contented sigh as her troubles and tiredness seemed to melt away.
"Hi Motoki!" She smiled as she made a beeline for the Sailor V game she loved so much. She plopped down on the swiveling seat giving her enough momentum and turned once full around before whipping out some change from her purse and dropping it into the game. The graphics began to play and she began to punch the keys in a continuous pattern. Forward, jump, shoot, duck; we can do it V-Chan! Just jump over this pit and…
"What are you doing odango? Are you trying to purposely break Motoki's games?" The voice slyly spoke into her right ear.
"Eeep!" She squeaked as she felt a presence a little too close behind her. Her first instinct was to tell the all too familiar voice off. However when she turned her head, she caught herself in the gaze of deep blue. Her senses immediately escaped her as the deep blue eyes pulled her in. Time felt like it stood still, until she heard the distinct tune of Sailor V tragic end theme music coming from her forgotten game. She snapped out of her daze and watched the 'Game Over' letters dance across the screen over a defeated chibi Sailor V character being stepped on by the letters and sporting two X's across the eyes.
"Argh, really." She turned back towards the offender and stood up, "Look what you made me do. I was so close and then you had to open you big fat mouth and kill me off." She started poking him in the chest with her finger.
Mamoru rolled his eyes, "Lower the decibels odango. No need to blow out my eardrums. I was just saying you don't have to destroy Motoki's machine in order to beat the game."
She scowled, "Well you did not have to scare the be jibbers out of me. You know if you were a real superhero and you sneak up on me in a battle like you just did; I would be dead like Sailor V there on the screen. Scratch that. You would be a horrible superhero especially since you are such a narcissist."
Mamoru laughed, "Wow, Usagi do you even know what a narcissist is? I am sure you would not even last one battle on your own."
She was fuming. What a low down no good, gah! "I'll have you know Mamoru-baka. I have plenty experience!"
"What experience? Pretending you are a video game character, fighting imaginary monsters? Get real odango this is the real world. You would not know the first thing about fighting those monsters that appear in the park. Your just a normal teenage girl not some sailor suited warrior." He grabbed her arm.
She yanked her arm out of his grip as her eyes began to water. If only that were true, "I may klutz out once in a while, but it shows what you know baka. If only I could be a normal teenage girl. Now leave me alone!" she walked away from him and sat at the counter wiping her eyes, "Motoki, could you please whip me up a chocolate shake pronto?"
"Sure thing I will get it done in a moment Usagi." He said as he began to make her a shake.
She shifted her bag which was still on her shoulder and pulled out a thin binder opening up to the first page. On the page the one line read 'Why I Tsukino Usagi want to be a Superhero…' she frowned at the phrase. Stupid assignment! Upset she drew a few lines over the sentence nearly blacking it out. What if I never wanted to be a superhero? What if I want to be a normal teenager? That is when something dawned on her. Haruna-sensei said it will be an original concept. Could she get permission from her teacher to go at the assignment in a different way? She began brainstorming as her hand took on a mind of its own and scribbled just below the first line:
Why I Tsukino Usagi Do Not Want To Be A Superhero!
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