Stupid Parties
A/N: Happy New Year! I swear I wrote this last night but I finished it seriously *right* before the ball dropped. But I hope everybody loves this despite the holiday *technically* being over.
This one is for my dear SiSi. Because being at a party tonight would have sucked anyway.
. . .
The lights strobe in bright colors. Blue. Red. Pink. Green. Blue. Red. Pink. Green. It is an endless pattern that gives anybody not on the dancefloor a terrible headache. Not that anybody really cared. Especially not Motoki who managed to play suave host whilst in the middle of dancing with his Reika. Even the middle school girls, who had begged and pleaded with the said host until they could attend were enjoying themselves.
Well, all except one. Usagi, a blonde with her face showing anything but pleasure, sits in the corner of the room perched on one of the barstools that have been pushed against the walls . She pulls her knees closer to her chest as her eyes do a once over of the newly transformed Crown Arcade. Under normal circumstances would she be thrilled to have been invited to Motoki's high school party.
Yet tonight is not normal circumstances.
Yesterday a youma attack left the girl in the dumps. She had been attacked alone. And it was not until after she was beaten to the ground with several bruised ribs and a sprained wrist when the other senshi made it there to help. Tuxedo Kamen never arrived.
When the door opens at the front of the room, the dark figure who walks through the door also holds a less than cheerful persona. Chiba Mamoru, having left his signature jacket back at home, is anything but comfortable. But he came. Just because Motoki wanted him to.
As he looks over the gyrating crowd, he sighs. If he could he would much rather be home. Dwelling in everything stupid he did. Yesterday, he could not save Sailor Moon. He was in the middle of a class and could not possibly escape. Despite the pain he could feel attacking the girl he has spent most of his time protecting he could still feel her.
His eyes turn and he catches sight of the only person he would want to see. Even though he did believe girl at her age should never be out at such a party. He puts a smile on his face and moves to the back of the familiar arcade. "Yo, Odango Atama."
"Baka," Usagi deadpans, barely looking up from the floor to meet eyes with Mamoru.
The man narrows his eyes. "Why so glum, Usagi-chan?"
Tensing at the sound of her name as opposed to her nickname, Usagi looks up and back at the Mamoru. "I don't want to be here, Mamoru-san."
"Then let's leave."
The blonde drops her jaw and looks at the man with wide eyes. To have him suggest something. To suggest them act as friends and leave a party together. Her friends would go so terribly insane. "N-Nani?"
Mamoru smiles and holds out his hand. It sounded insane in his head, but after the words spilled out of his mouth he knew he wanted the girl in front of him to accept his offer. Leave with him. Away from a party neither of them want to attend. "Let's leave. Parties like this are stupid anyway. They won't miss us."
Usagi takes one last look at the prty. People mush together in some sort of dance that is not a real dance. More of a sex act. Her friends are even in on it-nobody taking into notice they are hardly high schoolers. Not that they did not look it. She looks at Mamoru. "Okay. Let's go."
She grabs his hand and stands up from the stool. 'Let's go."
And they never looked back. Not once. The only thing in their mind? Each other.