Beyond My Reach
WHOOPS! PK forgot to write for OPOPOF...again...sry...*heavy, blunt object hits PK on head*
PK: OWIES! @.@
Heavy blunt object: Serves you right for not updating!
PK: -.-; Since when do heavy blunt objects talk?
Heavy blunt object: You shut up, I'll ask the questions!
Fic: Can I get to writing yet?
PK: ...k...but since when do you talk?
Fic: Since I wrote that I do, that's why.
PK: So you might write I'm a lesbian and other crazy lies like that?
Fic: Yup. So you better be nice. As for you, Mr. Heavy Blunt object...I think I know what I'll do
with you.
Heavy blunt object: NO! NOT THE RABBIT GUPPIES!
Fic: *grins evilly* I'll take care of that later. Okay. Here goes with the fic.
If you review, please tell me who your favorite ranting character is!
Well also, this is getting a little A/U because Usagi already has the ginzuishou.
SM doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah...
Btw Usagi is still 10.
The brooch glimmered, attached to her necklace chain. She admired its beauty, examining the shining
crystal embedded in the body. She clutched it, and to her surprise, she saw the face of that boy,
Mamoru, was it? What was this feeling? She didn't know. Was it love? Or pure infatuation?
Or was she just feeling sorry? She didn't know. She lay in her bed a while, pondering over this.
A chill crawled slowly up her spine. Something was wrong. She grabbed her brooch tight, and
shouted the phrase she had known for a long time.
"Moon Crystal Power! Make-up!" Her own essence engulfed her, and the brooch embedded itself
in her prepubescent chest. Her calves were encased in hard, heeled boots, and a miniskirt came to
her waist, attached to a sailor fuku sort of thing. After her gloves came on, wings, just for a second
came, and then her tiara and earrings, then her odango protectors which she wasn't quite sure why
she had. Finally, her transformation complete, she held her staff(dont' ask) and ran out of her house.
The youma was a powerful one. Even worse, it saw her the minute she got there, not stopping to leave
time for her introduction. It shot a powerful blast out at her, and she held her staff, clutching it
to her body as a small child clutches their favorite stuffed animal. It was her only protection, and
not being activated at the moment, was no help. Her small body crashed against a store window and
people looked up, frightened the instant their eyes took in the sight. An ugly monster hissed at a girl
trying to protect her town. One of these people was Chiba Mamoru. A terrible ache in his head
made him run towards the men's room; his head felt like it would split in half. His presence took another
form there, one which he did not know. A tuxedo, cape, hat, rose, and cane came to his use. He
took off after the small girl's adversary. He shot his rose, leaving a small bit of blood where it had
hit. He couldn't understand why, but this girl was familiar.
"Sailor Moon! Get up! Sailor Moon!" His boyish voice was no use; she was out of consciousness.
He picked her small, bloody, bruised form up and walked away.
When he arrived at his apartment, scarred a little on his back from the fight with the youma, he
gently settled the girl onto his bed. Then, her outfit started to glimmer. It left with it no trail, and
the girl was in her regular uniform. A sailor fuku uniform; Juuban Middle School's uniform. This
girl...blue eyes, blonde hair...he was sure he knew her. Then it came to him. She was the girl...
who had promised to be his friend. Who he had fallen in love with. Lust took over his mind, driving
him and 'Sparky Boy' mad. He couldn't stop, and brushed a small kiss on her lips. Her eyes flew
open and Mamoru snapped back before she could realize what was going on. She rubbed her
head.
"Where am I...what's going on?" She rubbed her eyes, her vision blurred.She realized her body ached
all over. She also realized that that boy was...Chiba Mamoru.
"G-gomen nasai..." Mamoru looked down, unable to stop the rush of color flooding to his cheeks,
his heart pounding in his ears. 'Oh my god...she hates me now...I'm sure...OH MY GOD!' When he
looked up, she was nowhere to be seen. Only a small brooch, pink and tan with a crystal embedded
in it, remained.
Hehe. I actually got them to make contact.
PK
WHOOPS! PK forgot to write for OPOPOF...again...sry...*heavy, blunt object hits PK on head*
PK: OWIES! @.@
Heavy blunt object: Serves you right for not updating!
PK: -.-; Since when do heavy blunt objects talk?
Heavy blunt object: You shut up, I'll ask the questions!
Fic: Can I get to writing yet?
PK: ...k...but since when do you talk?
Fic: Since I wrote that I do, that's why.
PK: So you might write I'm a lesbian and other crazy lies like that?
Fic: Yup. So you better be nice. As for you, Mr. Heavy Blunt object...I think I know what I'll do
with you.
Heavy blunt object: NO! NOT THE RABBIT GUPPIES!
Fic: *grins evilly* I'll take care of that later. Okay. Here goes with the fic.
If you review, please tell me who your favorite ranting character is!
Well also, this is getting a little A/U because Usagi already has the ginzuishou.
SM doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah...
Btw Usagi is still 10.
The brooch glimmered, attached to her necklace chain. She admired its beauty, examining the shining
crystal embedded in the body. She clutched it, and to her surprise, she saw the face of that boy,
Mamoru, was it? What was this feeling? She didn't know. Was it love? Or pure infatuation?
Or was she just feeling sorry? She didn't know. She lay in her bed a while, pondering over this.
A chill crawled slowly up her spine. Something was wrong. She grabbed her brooch tight, and
shouted the phrase she had known for a long time.
"Moon Crystal Power! Make-up!" Her own essence engulfed her, and the brooch embedded itself
in her prepubescent chest. Her calves were encased in hard, heeled boots, and a miniskirt came to
her waist, attached to a sailor fuku sort of thing. After her gloves came on, wings, just for a second
came, and then her tiara and earrings, then her odango protectors which she wasn't quite sure why
she had. Finally, her transformation complete, she held her staff(dont' ask) and ran out of her house.
The youma was a powerful one. Even worse, it saw her the minute she got there, not stopping to leave
time for her introduction. It shot a powerful blast out at her, and she held her staff, clutching it
to her body as a small child clutches their favorite stuffed animal. It was her only protection, and
not being activated at the moment, was no help. Her small body crashed against a store window and
people looked up, frightened the instant their eyes took in the sight. An ugly monster hissed at a girl
trying to protect her town. One of these people was Chiba Mamoru. A terrible ache in his head
made him run towards the men's room; his head felt like it would split in half. His presence took another
form there, one which he did not know. A tuxedo, cape, hat, rose, and cane came to his use. He
took off after the small girl's adversary. He shot his rose, leaving a small bit of blood where it had
hit. He couldn't understand why, but this girl was familiar.
"Sailor Moon! Get up! Sailor Moon!" His boyish voice was no use; she was out of consciousness.
He picked her small, bloody, bruised form up and walked away.
When he arrived at his apartment, scarred a little on his back from the fight with the youma, he
gently settled the girl onto his bed. Then, her outfit started to glimmer. It left with it no trail, and
the girl was in her regular uniform. A sailor fuku uniform; Juuban Middle School's uniform. This
girl...blue eyes, blonde hair...he was sure he knew her. Then it came to him. She was the girl...
who had promised to be his friend. Who he had fallen in love with. Lust took over his mind, driving
him and 'Sparky Boy' mad. He couldn't stop, and brushed a small kiss on her lips. Her eyes flew
open and Mamoru snapped back before she could realize what was going on. She rubbed her
head.
"Where am I...what's going on?" She rubbed her eyes, her vision blurred.She realized her body ached
all over. She also realized that that boy was...Chiba Mamoru.
"G-gomen nasai..." Mamoru looked down, unable to stop the rush of color flooding to his cheeks,
his heart pounding in his ears. 'Oh my god...she hates me now...I'm sure...OH MY GOD!' When he
looked up, she was nowhere to be seen. Only a small brooch, pink and tan with a crystal embedded
in it, remained.
Hehe. I actually got them to make contact.
PK