Standard disclaimers apply: I do not own Sailor Moon
Dreaming
by Eternale
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Usagi kept her worried eyes to the cracks of the concrete as she walked rapidly to school. She was thinking about the strange dream she had received the night before. It was troubling her because she couldn't possibly imagine Mamoru as Tuxedo Kamen. It just couldn't be possible.
'Or could it?' the logical part of her mind asked her. 'They both have black hair, midnight blue eyes, tan skin ... '
She began to put together the similarities. Mamoru was beginning to seem more and more like Tuxedo Mask. She decided she would ask Luna about it later. It could be important. She began to wonder whether her identity was this obvious to others. The thought horrified her. If Tuxedo Kamen had any idea that she was the ditzy highschool girl he ran into every morning, he would lose any interest he might have had in her. Usagi was so deep inside her own thoughts, she didn't realize a certain raven-haired man turn the corner.
Usagi felt her face come in contact with a muscled body. She could feel herself falling backwards as her pigtails trailed in the air. She snapped her eyes shut and waited for the cement to hit her head, but instead felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her sharply. Slowly she was carried back to an upright position. She opened her eyes and found Mamoru looking down at her and she jumped inwardly. Mamoru grinned at her.
"Hey, Meatball Head, I think it's fate or something, but every single morning ..." his voice trailed off as he looked more carefully at Usagi. Her eyes held a hidden emotion. Fear, worry, sadness ... he couldn't put his finger on it, but he could tell something was bothering her.
"Usagi, is something wrong?" Mamoru asked softly, worry etched in his handsome features. 'He saw right through me,' Usagi thought to herself. She gave him a weak, watery smile.
"Yes, but I'm alright now. I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." she said a bit too quickly. Mamoru frowned.
"I don't believe you, but I expect you know what you're talking about better than I do. You know that you can always tell me about anything, don't you?" Usagi smiled genuinely this time. She wrapped her arms around Mamoru's neck and gave him a quick hug.
"Thanks Mamoru. I appreciate it." she winked at him and continued her way to school leaving a shocked Mamoru standing in the middle of the sidewalk. When she had turned around the corner, Usagi leaned against a brick wall. She felt her heart tremor inside her chest as a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Why was it that the only person who could make her cry was the only person who could make her smile again?
'Because you love him," stated the annoying voice in her head that always seemed to be right. Usagi grimaced. When her heart had settled to a normal pace, shei ran the remaining distance to school as the bell rang.
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"You're late again, Usagi! How lovely!" Mrs. Haruna chirped as Usagi crept quietly to her seat. Usagi raised an eyebrow and faced her teacher, who then flashed a warm smile at her. Confused, Usagi sat down with a puzzled look on her face.
"Mrs. Haruna has a hot date tonight. Don't get used to it." Naru leaned in and whispered. Usagi nodded in understanding. Mrs. Haruna then began to skip around the room joyously and hand out tests. As a paper was placed on Usagi's desk she reached out and grasped it apprehensively. She glanced at the numbers marked in red. Then, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
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After school was out, Usagi walked to the Crown Arcade. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She was exhausted. The arcade was farther down the road. She head somebody calling her.
"Hey there, Meatball Head!" Usagi didn't need to turn around to know who it was. She rolled her eyes at the pet name.
"Hello, Mamoru," she drawled.
"So, fail any tests today?" Mamoru teased her. He expected her to retaliate and throw an insult at him as usual. Instead, Usagi smiled smugly as she reached into her pocket. She pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper and unfolded it carefully. She extended her arm towards Mamoru so he could see what was written on it. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he collided with the lamp pole.
"98?" he asked, flustered, "Usagi, are you sick?"
Dreaming
by Eternale
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Usagi kept her worried eyes to the cracks of the concrete as she walked rapidly to school. She was thinking about the strange dream she had received the night before. It was troubling her because she couldn't possibly imagine Mamoru as Tuxedo Kamen. It just couldn't be possible.
'Or could it?' the logical part of her mind asked her. 'They both have black hair, midnight blue eyes, tan skin ... '
She began to put together the similarities. Mamoru was beginning to seem more and more like Tuxedo Mask. She decided she would ask Luna about it later. It could be important. She began to wonder whether her identity was this obvious to others. The thought horrified her. If Tuxedo Kamen had any idea that she was the ditzy highschool girl he ran into every morning, he would lose any interest he might have had in her. Usagi was so deep inside her own thoughts, she didn't realize a certain raven-haired man turn the corner.
Usagi felt her face come in contact with a muscled body. She could feel herself falling backwards as her pigtails trailed in the air. She snapped her eyes shut and waited for the cement to hit her head, but instead felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her sharply. Slowly she was carried back to an upright position. She opened her eyes and found Mamoru looking down at her and she jumped inwardly. Mamoru grinned at her.
"Hey, Meatball Head, I think it's fate or something, but every single morning ..." his voice trailed off as he looked more carefully at Usagi. Her eyes held a hidden emotion. Fear, worry, sadness ... he couldn't put his finger on it, but he could tell something was bothering her.
"Usagi, is something wrong?" Mamoru asked softly, worry etched in his handsome features. 'He saw right through me,' Usagi thought to herself. She gave him a weak, watery smile.
"Yes, but I'm alright now. I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." she said a bit too quickly. Mamoru frowned.
"I don't believe you, but I expect you know what you're talking about better than I do. You know that you can always tell me about anything, don't you?" Usagi smiled genuinely this time. She wrapped her arms around Mamoru's neck and gave him a quick hug.
"Thanks Mamoru. I appreciate it." she winked at him and continued her way to school leaving a shocked Mamoru standing in the middle of the sidewalk. When she had turned around the corner, Usagi leaned against a brick wall. She felt her heart tremor inside her chest as a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Why was it that the only person who could make her cry was the only person who could make her smile again?
'Because you love him," stated the annoying voice in her head that always seemed to be right. Usagi grimaced. When her heart had settled to a normal pace, shei ran the remaining distance to school as the bell rang.
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"You're late again, Usagi! How lovely!" Mrs. Haruna chirped as Usagi crept quietly to her seat. Usagi raised an eyebrow and faced her teacher, who then flashed a warm smile at her. Confused, Usagi sat down with a puzzled look on her face.
"Mrs. Haruna has a hot date tonight. Don't get used to it." Naru leaned in and whispered. Usagi nodded in understanding. Mrs. Haruna then began to skip around the room joyously and hand out tests. As a paper was placed on Usagi's desk she reached out and grasped it apprehensively. She glanced at the numbers marked in red. Then, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After school was out, Usagi walked to the Crown Arcade. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She was exhausted. The arcade was farther down the road. She head somebody calling her.
"Hey there, Meatball Head!" Usagi didn't need to turn around to know who it was. She rolled her eyes at the pet name.
"Hello, Mamoru," she drawled.
"So, fail any tests today?" Mamoru teased her. He expected her to retaliate and throw an insult at him as usual. Instead, Usagi smiled smugly as she reached into her pocket. She pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper and unfolded it carefully. She extended her arm towards Mamoru so he could see what was written on it. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he collided with the lamp pole.
"98?" he asked, flustered, "Usagi, are you sick?"