TO TELL THE TRUTH
Summary: (Out of the context of Sailor Moon, NO POWERS!) How well do we really know anyone? Can someone's exterior be completely dishonest to who they are? When Mamoru first meets Usagi through his current girlfriend, Rei, he thinks that there is no way someone could be that happy all of the time… could he be right? He never expects what he finds, including Rei's reaction. UsagixMamoru, ReixMamoru, ReixJadeite. (Minor other relationships also.)
DISCLAIMER: I do not nor have I EVER owned Sailor Moon I and wish go with wanting to though! Also, I have decided that I will be using the Japanese forms of the Character's names, and no powers. I may be using explicit content such as lemons later in the story… but not now I am just going to be safe and rate this M. I would love and I mean LOVE reviews. This is my first fanfic EVER and I need really wonderful critiques (harsh or compliments…. I like compliments).
Sorry for the LONG DELAY! I'm horrible and awful I know. Trust me I had no intention of being one of those authors where they keep you dangling for years for a chapter I've just been dealing with personal stuff. Now for all you reviewers keep in mind this is still my first fanfic and I AM RUSTY. I'm not saying be nice but don't be totally harsh. Mucho huggo's go out to everybody and I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3: The run in.
Time after time Usagi had run into many people in the streets of Manhattan. The first time was as soon as she got out of the subway station staring up at the monstrous buildings before her. The poor man didn't see it coming he had just bought a hot dog piled high with the works and before his first bite Usag,i without looking, rammed into him head on, ruining both a scrumptious hot dog and her brand new dress. This time was different however. When Usagi and Mamoru went to grab their things mumbling the apologies necessary when their hands touched reaching for a script, they stopped and stared for what seemed like forever. Mamoru searching deep into her eyes for something that seemed to anchor him towards her, Usagi dumbfounded at the God before her unable to peel her eyes away. "You have frosting on your face…"
This was the first thing Mamoru could think of and the stupidest thing that could could've come out, he thought to himself. Usagi blushed every different shade of red and pink you could think of, "Trust me it's better than egg yolk." Great Usagi he's going to think you're an idiot. As each of them berated themselves for the stupid things that had just come out of their mouths, a voice from above them interrupted. "Hey! This is the street not a meet and greet! Move or get moved." The Hot Dog vendor above them shouted to get their attention. Usagi grabbed her things, shoved them in her bag and prepared to leave. Mamoru followed suit and grabbed his briefcase. "Sorry." Usagi said as she blushed and stared straight at the ground trying to move fast to avoid further embarrassment. "Wait!" Mamoru shouted as she tried fleeing. "Don't I at least get to know the name of my attacker, you came out of nowhere. And with those meatball antennae I'm surprised you didn't sense that I was near you."
"Meatballs! I'll have you know that this" she pointed angrily at her hair, "is my hair! And no one makes fun of it you hear me!" "Woah! Hey, it was a joke… Breathe. But if you don't give me a name soon I'm going to be forced to call you meatball head." Usagi wouldn't hear of this. Her mother used to do her hair like this every day at home. It fit her so well that she wouldn't have it any other way, it was almost her signature. "Why would I EVER give my name to overly pompous, over stuffed, suit man like youself?! You're wasting my valuable shopping time, and that is something you don't want to do. That is unless you like being kicked into the next century." Usagi beamed at this stranger. She had never spoken to someone like this, let alone a stranger. Maybe New York was finally rubbing off. "You know what, Meatball head suits you. They seem to be tugging so tight on your head that it's affecting your brain." Mamoru doubled over in laughter as Usagi started storming off. He didn't notice until she had disappeared into the crowed headed for the Downtown A train. He looked in vain but saw nothing of the Blonde angel he had just offended, cursing himself he walked inside the bakery. Two seconds later he was pummeled by his waiting girlfriend waiting him inside, only to think of the meatball headed girl once again.
Meatball head… WHO CALLS ANOTHER PERSON MEATBALL HEAD!? Was all Usagi could think in her head as she walked down the stairs and into the dingy lobby of the 50th street station. How can someone be so awfully rude to another human who they just met! As she pulled out her subway pass from her purse she went in through the turnstile and right to the second to last car platform per normal. But man was he built and how… As she pulled out her bright pink IPOD nano with matching hot pink over the ears headphones, she couldn't help but think of the rock hard body that belonged to that creep. In the instant they collided, she could feel the defined abs, pecks, and arms, and now she was feeling them again. Usagi shook her head, snap out of it Bunny it's not like you will ever see him again. She switched on her favorite musical (Newsies happened to be it at the moment), and waited for the oncoming train.
When Usagi got home that night to the apartment she shared with the girls, she noticed something was off. No girls in sight. "Guys?" she called out into the darkness but no one was home. Dropping her bags she walked through the living room to the kitchen where, on the refrigerator she found a note.
Bunny!
We will be back soon.
Traveled down to Trader Joe's for Groceries.
Didn't text because of Subway.
Don't worry we will bring back plenty of junk food.
Makato
"Well at least I have the TV to myself for a bit." As she traveled to the couch she couldn't help but start to feel anxious. She didn't like to be alone and she always freaked herself out in more ways than she could count. She plopped herself down on the squishiest couch on earth and cuddled into her favorite blanket. Turning on their medium sized flat screen and turned it to a rerun of Once. It was the episode meant to explain Belle, this one normally cheered her up but for some reason wasn't doing it tonight. She felt as if someone somewhere was watching her, planning to strike her at any minute. Her heart started getting faster paced and she started shaking. Her terror was consuming her and she didn't know why. She thought of the only person who could save her, who had been the only one not to shy away from her when she was like this. Seiya. Without hesitation Usagi shakily picked up the phone in her pocket, and started dialing.
Sorry again for the exceptionally long delay! I've been having a hell of a year. Please review I'm a little rusty but I thought I would try to continue. And don't worry I'll describe the apartment in the next chapter. Didn't feel necessary here.
