Every Little Thing She Does
Chapter 2 - Subject to Debate
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Standard disclaimers go here. The lyrics from below are from the same
song I used in Chapter One "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic,"
written by Sting when he was still with The Police.
AN: I've been getting some very interesting requests. Some of you
want to pummel Mamoru, some of you fear for his safety and well being,
and some of you want Usagi and Motoki to pair off. I won't say who
ends up with who quite yet, and this chapter will raise more questions
than it answers. We'll just have to find out about the couples
together.
I will agree that Usagi and Motoki parings are very rare. I know of
two good fics that pair off Usagi with our favorite video game jockey,
"Tears in Heaven," by JLaLa, and "Moon Stalker," by Ziska Ames, and
they're both listed in my sailor moon fanfic website.
Anyways, on with the fic!
******
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
******
'I cannot BELIEVE I am doing this!' Usagi thought to herself, shaking
her head. She had changed from her school uniform into a light yellow
sundress she had brought to school with her, and her hair was still
out of its odangos. She was beginning to like the way her hair felt,
the way it swayed with every step she took. It was a weekday, so
there weren't as many males to admire her as there were yesterday.
But she still attracted more than her fair share of male attention and
evil eyes from jealous females.
She walked by the Crown Arcade and smiled. She would have walked in,
but she was a girl on a mission. Usagi's face scrunched up in
determination.
"Hey, Usagi!" called a voice.
Usagi whirled around, her hair slightly behind her body's movements.
Motoki's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, rendering
him momentarily speechless.
"You wanted to tell me something, Motoki?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah, I was wondering...what movie do you want to see?"
Usagi pondered it a moment. She was so busy complaining to Minako
about her apparent lack of success with Mamoru and bragging about her
date with Motoki to Minako that she hadn't given the matter much
thought.
'She's so cute when she scrunches up her face like that,' thought
Motoki, smiling.
"I'd really like to see that new Mel Gibson flick. You know, the one
where he reads women's minds." she said.
"You mean 'What Women Want?'" he asked, amused.
"Yeah, that one."
Motoki pulled out a copy of the newspaper he had behind his back and
Usagi came over to look at the movie schedule with him. Motoki
blushed at the feel of Usagi's warm breath on his neck. "There's a
showing at 7:00 on Wednesday. How about then?" asked Usagi.
"That sounds great," said Motoki. "I'll see you then!"
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Usagi, looking at her watch. "I am SO majorly
late!"
"Bye Usagi!" Motoki yelled after her.
Usagi paused a second, waved, then took off at breakneck speed.
*****
Usagi paused behind the door of Room 101 of Azabu High to catch her
breath. 'I don't know WHAT Ami was thinking. It's one thing to argue
with Mamoru, but to observe a debate club? This is waaaay out of my
league,' thought Usagi. Gathering her wits, she steeled herself and
entered the room, where Mamoru and another guy were engaged in a
heated discussion.
"...But if the driving age was raised to 18, then students like you
and I would miss out on the opportunity to learn valuable driving
skills!" said Mamoru.
"The fact that your Ferrari is a girl magnet wouldn't have anything to
do with that assumption, would it? It is often said that men who own
muscle cars are making up for something else..."
"First of all, Tenchi, that has absolutely NOTHING to do with the
matter at hand, and second of all, I attract plenty of women without
my 'muscle car.'"
Usagi resisted the urge to laugh. Even though, now that she thought
about it, women did tend to notice him a lot. 'Okay, so he's easy on
the eyes. He's STILL a baka,' she thought.
"That was getting a little personal, Tenchi. Let's stick to the topic
at hand, hmmm?" said the moderator.
"Gomen, Masuki-sensei." said Tenchi.
The topic continued for another twenty minutes, and Usagi was getting
bored. She made a mental note to kill two certain senshi later,
Minako for having come up with the whole 'revenge' thing, and Ami for
suggesting she attend this debate. Just when Usagi could take no
more, Mr. Masuki announced that the debate was over.
Usagi gathered her things, muttering some choice four letter words
under her breath. 'What am I supposed to do, sashay up to that baka
and tell him how great he was?' she wondered.
She was about to leave, when Mamoru walked up to her. "Konnichi-wa,
Usagi. I didn't know you were interested in the interscholastic
debate club," he said.
'Wow! He called me Usagi! Although he can't really call me odango
anymore...' she mused. She noticed him staring at her and started to
panic. 'Agh! Gotta say SOMETHING. He's staring at me!'
"Well, you and I argue so much that I thought this might be a good
place for me to sharpen my skills," she said. 'Yea! Smooth, girl!'
Mamoru laughed. "Debating isn't quite the same as arguing, Usagi," he
said, walking with her down the halls.
"It isn't?"
"Ie. Debates are more structured, address specific issues, and are
moderated."
"Oh. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time," said Usagi.
"Well, in all fairness, debating is like arguing in a way. They're
just not exactly the same," he said. "So...what did you think?"
"About what?"
"About driving. Should the driving age be raised?"
Usagi's brains scrambled for a response. Finally, words that she
hoped were witty and eloquent fell out her mouth, "Of course! Their
bodies are still growing, and our minds haven't grown up yet either.
Since the legal drinking age is lower than the legal driving age,
there could be people on the road that might not be mature enough to
handle the effects of alcohol. I wouldn't want them on the road,"
concluded Usagi.
'I hope that sounded intelligent,' thought Usagi.
'Wow! She's a lot smarter than I give her credit for,' thought
Mamoru, impressed.
"Hmm," Mamoru said. "That's a good point," he said. "I hadn't
considered that before."
"Well, somebody's got to keep you on your toes!" Usagi said, laughing.
She liked this approach better. She wasn't very comfortable with the
touchy-feely approach, anyways.
"You?" He lifted Usagi until they were the same height. "I'd be more
likely to keep you on YOUR toes," he said.
"Touche, Mamoru," said Usagi, still smiling. "When does the debate
club meet again?" she asked.
"Wednesday, 3:30," said Mamoru.
"Okay. See you there!" said Usagi as she reached the door.
Mamoru smiled. He didn't know why she was acting differently towards
him all of a sudden. But he had to admit that he liked it.
*****
Usagi dialed the number to Minako's apartment.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hey Minako! It's me!" said Usagi.
"So, how did debate club go?" Minako asked.
"It was cool," said Usagi. "I actually made Mamoru think about
something."
"Nice to know you're feeding his libido," quipped Minako.
"No way! I'm talking about the debate club, baka. He was debating
teenage driving today."
"Oh. Gomen, Usa-chan," said Minako.
"That's okay." said Usagi.
"So which movie are you and Motoki going to see?"
"'What Women Want.'"
"Oooh, the new Mel Gibson flick? He is soooooo dreamy," sighed
Minako.
"Yeah, even though he is older than dirt," said Usagi.
"HE IS NOT!"
"Come on, he's my mom's age!"
"So your mom's older than dirt?"
"Oh. I guess not," conceded Usagi.
"So, what are you going to wear?"
Usagi eagerly plunged into an account of exactly what she would wear
on Wednesday evening. She and Minako talked until Ikuko, Usagi's mom,
grabbed the phone from Usagi and told Minako her daughter was going to
bed.
*****
Mamoru lay awake in his bed that night. Sleep, like the dream
princess that usually vistited him while he was under its thrall,
eluded him.
He couldn't get over how Usagi was acting differently towards him. He
pondered every possible reason his powerful mind could think of, but
came up with nothing. 'Maybe she finally discovered how dead sexy you
are,' mocked his conscience.
'Yeah, right,' he thought. If anything, it was the opposite. He
hadn't noticed how beautiful he thought Usagi was until that fateful
day last week she came into the arcade with her hair down. And when
he had picked her up held her briefly in his arms, something within
him told him that it was so right. He marvelled at how light she was
after eating the way she did(Lady Aisheteru: Some girls have all the
luck!) and how she felt warm under his touch.
'But this is Odango we're talking about here!' he desperately
countered, fearing the direction his thoughts were going, even though
they had wandered there a lot lately.
'Not anymore. She wears her hair down, baka!' said his conscience.
'But she's 14!'
'2 years above legal age. (Lady A: In Japan, that is.) So what's your
problem?'
Mamoru growled, unable to come up with any more excuses to reason away
his long dormant but gradually resurfacing feelings. He wondered to
himself where he could find a new conscience.
'Sorry, babe, but you're stuck with me,' said his conscience.
'Lovely. I get to spend the night with my brain.' Mamoru turned over
to his side. Just when the red digits on his alarm clock were
beginning to run together, his alarm went off. Sighing, he got up and
began to prepare for the day.
*****
Lady Aisheteru: Love it? Hate it? Should I not put finger to
keyboard? R&R appreciated. Ja!
Chapter 2 - Subject to Debate
by Lady Aisheteru
Email: Lady_Aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Standard disclaimers go here. The lyrics from below are from the same
song I used in Chapter One "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic,"
written by Sting when he was still with The Police.
AN: I've been getting some very interesting requests. Some of you
want to pummel Mamoru, some of you fear for his safety and well being,
and some of you want Usagi and Motoki to pair off. I won't say who
ends up with who quite yet, and this chapter will raise more questions
than it answers. We'll just have to find out about the couples
together.
I will agree that Usagi and Motoki parings are very rare. I know of
two good fics that pair off Usagi with our favorite video game jockey,
"Tears in Heaven," by JLaLa, and "Moon Stalker," by Ziska Ames, and
they're both listed in my sailor moon fanfic website.
Anyways, on with the fic!
******
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
******
'I cannot BELIEVE I am doing this!' Usagi thought to herself, shaking
her head. She had changed from her school uniform into a light yellow
sundress she had brought to school with her, and her hair was still
out of its odangos. She was beginning to like the way her hair felt,
the way it swayed with every step she took. It was a weekday, so
there weren't as many males to admire her as there were yesterday.
But she still attracted more than her fair share of male attention and
evil eyes from jealous females.
She walked by the Crown Arcade and smiled. She would have walked in,
but she was a girl on a mission. Usagi's face scrunched up in
determination.
"Hey, Usagi!" called a voice.
Usagi whirled around, her hair slightly behind her body's movements.
Motoki's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, rendering
him momentarily speechless.
"You wanted to tell me something, Motoki?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah, I was wondering...what movie do you want to see?"
Usagi pondered it a moment. She was so busy complaining to Minako
about her apparent lack of success with Mamoru and bragging about her
date with Motoki to Minako that she hadn't given the matter much
thought.
'She's so cute when she scrunches up her face like that,' thought
Motoki, smiling.
"I'd really like to see that new Mel Gibson flick. You know, the one
where he reads women's minds." she said.
"You mean 'What Women Want?'" he asked, amused.
"Yeah, that one."
Motoki pulled out a copy of the newspaper he had behind his back and
Usagi came over to look at the movie schedule with him. Motoki
blushed at the feel of Usagi's warm breath on his neck. "There's a
showing at 7:00 on Wednesday. How about then?" asked Usagi.
"That sounds great," said Motoki. "I'll see you then!"
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Usagi, looking at her watch. "I am SO majorly
late!"
"Bye Usagi!" Motoki yelled after her.
Usagi paused a second, waved, then took off at breakneck speed.
*****
Usagi paused behind the door of Room 101 of Azabu High to catch her
breath. 'I don't know WHAT Ami was thinking. It's one thing to argue
with Mamoru, but to observe a debate club? This is waaaay out of my
league,' thought Usagi. Gathering her wits, she steeled herself and
entered the room, where Mamoru and another guy were engaged in a
heated discussion.
"...But if the driving age was raised to 18, then students like you
and I would miss out on the opportunity to learn valuable driving
skills!" said Mamoru.
"The fact that your Ferrari is a girl magnet wouldn't have anything to
do with that assumption, would it? It is often said that men who own
muscle cars are making up for something else..."
"First of all, Tenchi, that has absolutely NOTHING to do with the
matter at hand, and second of all, I attract plenty of women without
my 'muscle car.'"
Usagi resisted the urge to laugh. Even though, now that she thought
about it, women did tend to notice him a lot. 'Okay, so he's easy on
the eyes. He's STILL a baka,' she thought.
"That was getting a little personal, Tenchi. Let's stick to the topic
at hand, hmmm?" said the moderator.
"Gomen, Masuki-sensei." said Tenchi.
The topic continued for another twenty minutes, and Usagi was getting
bored. She made a mental note to kill two certain senshi later,
Minako for having come up with the whole 'revenge' thing, and Ami for
suggesting she attend this debate. Just when Usagi could take no
more, Mr. Masuki announced that the debate was over.
Usagi gathered her things, muttering some choice four letter words
under her breath. 'What am I supposed to do, sashay up to that baka
and tell him how great he was?' she wondered.
She was about to leave, when Mamoru walked up to her. "Konnichi-wa,
Usagi. I didn't know you were interested in the interscholastic
debate club," he said.
'Wow! He called me Usagi! Although he can't really call me odango
anymore...' she mused. She noticed him staring at her and started to
panic. 'Agh! Gotta say SOMETHING. He's staring at me!'
"Well, you and I argue so much that I thought this might be a good
place for me to sharpen my skills," she said. 'Yea! Smooth, girl!'
Mamoru laughed. "Debating isn't quite the same as arguing, Usagi," he
said, walking with her down the halls.
"It isn't?"
"Ie. Debates are more structured, address specific issues, and are
moderated."
"Oh. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time," said Usagi.
"Well, in all fairness, debating is like arguing in a way. They're
just not exactly the same," he said. "So...what did you think?"
"About what?"
"About driving. Should the driving age be raised?"
Usagi's brains scrambled for a response. Finally, words that she
hoped were witty and eloquent fell out her mouth, "Of course! Their
bodies are still growing, and our minds haven't grown up yet either.
Since the legal drinking age is lower than the legal driving age,
there could be people on the road that might not be mature enough to
handle the effects of alcohol. I wouldn't want them on the road,"
concluded Usagi.
'I hope that sounded intelligent,' thought Usagi.
'Wow! She's a lot smarter than I give her credit for,' thought
Mamoru, impressed.
"Hmm," Mamoru said. "That's a good point," he said. "I hadn't
considered that before."
"Well, somebody's got to keep you on your toes!" Usagi said, laughing.
She liked this approach better. She wasn't very comfortable with the
touchy-feely approach, anyways.
"You?" He lifted Usagi until they were the same height. "I'd be more
likely to keep you on YOUR toes," he said.
"Touche, Mamoru," said Usagi, still smiling. "When does the debate
club meet again?" she asked.
"Wednesday, 3:30," said Mamoru.
"Okay. See you there!" said Usagi as she reached the door.
Mamoru smiled. He didn't know why she was acting differently towards
him all of a sudden. But he had to admit that he liked it.
*****
Usagi dialed the number to Minako's apartment.
"Moshi moshi."
"Hey Minako! It's me!" said Usagi.
"So, how did debate club go?" Minako asked.
"It was cool," said Usagi. "I actually made Mamoru think about
something."
"Nice to know you're feeding his libido," quipped Minako.
"No way! I'm talking about the debate club, baka. He was debating
teenage driving today."
"Oh. Gomen, Usa-chan," said Minako.
"That's okay." said Usagi.
"So which movie are you and Motoki going to see?"
"'What Women Want.'"
"Oooh, the new Mel Gibson flick? He is soooooo dreamy," sighed
Minako.
"Yeah, even though he is older than dirt," said Usagi.
"HE IS NOT!"
"Come on, he's my mom's age!"
"So your mom's older than dirt?"
"Oh. I guess not," conceded Usagi.
"So, what are you going to wear?"
Usagi eagerly plunged into an account of exactly what she would wear
on Wednesday evening. She and Minako talked until Ikuko, Usagi's mom,
grabbed the phone from Usagi and told Minako her daughter was going to
bed.
*****
Mamoru lay awake in his bed that night. Sleep, like the dream
princess that usually vistited him while he was under its thrall,
eluded him.
He couldn't get over how Usagi was acting differently towards him. He
pondered every possible reason his powerful mind could think of, but
came up with nothing. 'Maybe she finally discovered how dead sexy you
are,' mocked his conscience.
'Yeah, right,' he thought. If anything, it was the opposite. He
hadn't noticed how beautiful he thought Usagi was until that fateful
day last week she came into the arcade with her hair down. And when
he had picked her up held her briefly in his arms, something within
him told him that it was so right. He marvelled at how light she was
after eating the way she did(Lady Aisheteru: Some girls have all the
luck!) and how she felt warm under his touch.
'But this is Odango we're talking about here!' he desperately
countered, fearing the direction his thoughts were going, even though
they had wandered there a lot lately.
'Not anymore. She wears her hair down, baka!' said his conscience.
'But she's 14!'
'2 years above legal age. (Lady A: In Japan, that is.) So what's your
problem?'
Mamoru growled, unable to come up with any more excuses to reason away
his long dormant but gradually resurfacing feelings. He wondered to
himself where he could find a new conscience.
'Sorry, babe, but you're stuck with me,' said his conscience.
'Lovely. I get to spend the night with my brain.' Mamoru turned over
to his side. Just when the red digits on his alarm clock were
beginning to run together, his alarm went off. Sighing, he got up and
began to prepare for the day.
*****
Lady Aisheteru: Love it? Hate it? Should I not put finger to
keyboard? R&R appreciated. Ja!