The Longest Day Ever
by Lady Aishiteru
Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Disclaimer: I am the very model of a major modern general! I know
the name of every animal and vegetble and mineral!
REAL Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Just this story. There.
Are you happy now?
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Chapter 2: No Consequences Means No Regrets
"AAAAGH!" I screamed.
Immediately, I heard a banging on my wall. "Hey, you two keep it down
in there! Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Two? Us? Oh. Eep. But my male ego would rather let my neighbor
think whatever he wanted to about my sex life....or lack thereof.
"Sorry!" I yelled back.
I got dressed and walked out of the door, making my way down to the
Arcade, like I did every day, Valentine's Day be damned.
I decided to leave the physics books at home this time, since I had
just read them yesterday. So when Usagi came barreling down the
street, I wasn't the least bit surprised. Feeling like I needed a
change of pace, I sidestepped the speeding blonde.
Usagi took three more steps and turned around. "Huh?" she said.
She took a long look at me, scratched her head, then shrugged her
shoulders and moved on.
I laughed at this despite myself. I guess that our crash encounters
were as much a part of her routine as they were mine.
Speaking of routine, I had arrived at the Crown Arcade to Motoki
having the same moony-eyed expression he wore the day before.
"Hey, buddy! What's got your head in the clouds?" I asked, moving
closer to the counter.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Mamoru," he said, snapping back into reality. "The
usual?"
"Yep."
"I was just thinking about my date with Reika tonight. I'm taking her
out to this fancy Italian restaurant that she loves..." he said, as he
busied himself pouring my coffee, babbling on and on, not really
noticing that I wasn't paying attention. I didn't need to, anyways,
as his prattle sounded eerily like yesterday's.
"Uh, Motoki? I think my coffee's getting cold," I interrupted him.
His expression switched to that of pity. "Come on, tell me that you
have someone to share this day with?" he said, even though he already
knew the answer.
"Come on, Motoki, we had this talk yesterday," I said, twirling the
stir stick in my cup.
Motoki eyed me like I was insane. "What are you talking about?
Yesterday you sat down, had your cup of coffee, read your newspaper
and didn't say boo."
"No," I said. "You were about to ask me, and I quote, 'Haven't you
ever been totally into anyone?'"
Then his expression went blank for a few seconds and he shook his
head. "Nah. That's got to be a coincidence," he said.
"Right. OK, give me a number," I said.
"Why?"
"Just do it, moron. Any number."
"OK, 1,456," he said.
"Thanks."
This time it was Motoki's turn to be confused as I left him sitting
there like that, arms akimbo, totally and completely lost.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
School was a breeze for me. I already had all the answers to the
tests, as they had been corrected in the classes the day before. I
felt a little like I was cheating, but it wasn't my fault I was stuck
in a time loop...was it?
I began to think about this whole time loop thing as I walked over to
the arcade. How could this have possibly have happened? TV shows
have reruns, days do not. Once the sun has dipped into the horizon
and the digits on the clock say twelve, the day is gone, never to be
repeated.
As I came in to the arcade, the last shreds of my half baked logic
faded away, seeing Usagi talking excitedly with Ami, Makoto and
Minako, holding a letter in her hand, the exact same letter as the day
before...or rather, today. Ami kept sneezing just like before,
leaving me to wonder again what, exactly, was she allergic to?
"What are you so excited about, Meatball Head?" I asked, even though I
was certain of the answer.
"None of your business, jackass!" she said, quickly withdrawing the
letter from my view, blushing profusely.
"She's got a love letter!" said Minako, sighing. "Isn't Valentine's
Day great?"
"Reminds me of my old boyfriend," said Makoto.
"Ac-CHOO!" added Ami.
'Yep, de ja vu,' I thought. "Letters from an admirer?" I asked.
"I...guess so," she said. "I'm not sure why. I'm not really that
pretty or anything, or very smart...so, I..uh, guess it must be a
fluke or something."
I stood looking at her, sitting there, blushing so cutely and twirling
a strand of blonde hair in her long, slender fingers, exactly the same
as before.
'OK, let's say something intelligent this time, okay?' my conscience
requested.
I shook my head. "You honestly don't know?" I asked.
She looked at me, confused for a second, before anger clouded her
features once again. "OK, so if this is about the last test I threw
at you, I tried really hard to ace it! I did!"
"You don't know," I said. "You really have no idea."
"OK, I may not be as smart as you, but what exactly is it that I don't
know this time? Math? Science? English? Pick one, will ya, Chiba,
you're good at that."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's nothing like that."
"Then what is it that I don't know?"
I looked her straight in the eyes, my heart begging for me to tell her
what it had known all along. That she was beautiful.
But, as usual, my mouth didn't want to cooperate. "Um...your shoe's
untied," I finished lamely.
At this, Usagi was uncharacteristically silent. Her mouth opened and
closed, as if she was going to say something but didn't know what,
since I hadn't really insulted her at all. Then she looked down at
her shoes, but before she could inform me that she was wearing pumps,
I was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I sat down to watch the same creepy science fiction flick on TV,
hoping it would take my mind off of my day. I let my mind slip into
the world of space aliens, robots and spaceships until a sudden sense
of urgency struck me. 'Oh no, not again' I thought. I could sense
it, the same fear and anguish as before through our psychic link.
I sighed as I withdrew the rose, seemingly out of thin air, that
triggered my transformation. 'I hope she's not cornered by that same
damned youma again,' I thought as I dashed from rooftop to rooftop
and off into the starry night.
Before, I was tempted to laugh at the scene that greeted my eyes as I
reached my destination, but now all I wanted to do cry.
"Oh, God, not YOU again," I groaned at the youma, forgetting to throw
my trademark rose.
"Well, I don't like YOU either, you overdressed moron," said the
youma.
Okay, so this big, lacy thing has the gall to call ME overdressed?
Why, I'm the most stylish hero of Tokyo! The sheer audacity! I threw
my rose at the youma's candy center, motioning for Sailor Moon to do
her thing.
"Yeah!" she said excitedly, hearts in her eyes. I watched with
pleasure as Sailor Moon whipped out her tiara and finished off the
youma. "Moon dust," she said.
I watched the confections around the senshi vanish and as I walked
away, I heard Jupiter say, "Ugh! I hope I never see a chocolate
again!"
"Chocolate?" said Sailor Moon. "I want chocolate! Where is it? Why
did it all DISAPPEAR? WAAAAAAAAAH!" she wailed.
I shook my head and flew off into the night.
I de-transformed as I arrived at my apartment and slipped under the
covers, the hour being way past midnight. I fell asleep as soon as my
head hit the pillow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
I rolled over as I heard "Crazy for this Girl" playing on my alarm
clock radio. I withdrew a rose from the air and pierced it through,
putting an end to Evan and Jarod's singing. Then I turned around and
went back to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
I sat straight up in my bed and growled. Then I yanked the alarm
clock from its spot on my dresser, opened my window and watched with
glee as the offending clock plummeted down twelve stories and landed
in a heap of parts on the sidewalk below. Feeling very satisfied with
myself, I returned to bed and went back to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
"DAMMIT!" I screamed at the heavens. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"
"Yeah, well, we're not laughing either. Shut up, you idiot," said my
non-plused neighbor.
"GO TO HELL!" I retorted, not really caring what my neighbor thought
about me, feeling a wee bit...unhinged.
'This has got to end. And it WILL end. One way or another,' I
thought. Deliberate on my course of action, I stepped onto the
railing of my balcony and took a swan dive to the pavement.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
Horrified, I sat straight up in bed. I looked myself over. No broken
bones, not a scratch on me, nothing. As Evan and Jarod sang the song
I knew by heart by now, I began to consider my options. No matter
what I did, I would wake up the next day here, in my bed, like nothing
happened. I could die and nothing would happen. I could rob a bank,
wind up in jail, then wake up in my own bed in the morning, listening
to the twins singing the song I was beginning to hate more than any
other music in the world. No aftermath, no consequences. I could say
anything I wanted, to anyone, and they wouldn't remember it the next
day. Best yet, I had as long as I needed, maybe an eternity of
Valentine's Days, to make things right with Usagi.
'This could get interesting after all,' I thought as I got ready for
the rest of the day, which suddenly seemed alive and full of
possibilities.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
by Lady Aishiteru
Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Disclaimer: I am the very model of a major modern general! I know
the name of every animal and vegetble and mineral!
REAL Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Just this story. There.
Are you happy now?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 2: No Consequences Means No Regrets
"AAAAGH!" I screamed.
Immediately, I heard a banging on my wall. "Hey, you two keep it down
in there! Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Two? Us? Oh. Eep. But my male ego would rather let my neighbor
think whatever he wanted to about my sex life....or lack thereof.
"Sorry!" I yelled back.
I got dressed and walked out of the door, making my way down to the
Arcade, like I did every day, Valentine's Day be damned.
I decided to leave the physics books at home this time, since I had
just read them yesterday. So when Usagi came barreling down the
street, I wasn't the least bit surprised. Feeling like I needed a
change of pace, I sidestepped the speeding blonde.
Usagi took three more steps and turned around. "Huh?" she said.
She took a long look at me, scratched her head, then shrugged her
shoulders and moved on.
I laughed at this despite myself. I guess that our crash encounters
were as much a part of her routine as they were mine.
Speaking of routine, I had arrived at the Crown Arcade to Motoki
having the same moony-eyed expression he wore the day before.
"Hey, buddy! What's got your head in the clouds?" I asked, moving
closer to the counter.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Mamoru," he said, snapping back into reality. "The
usual?"
"Yep."
"I was just thinking about my date with Reika tonight. I'm taking her
out to this fancy Italian restaurant that she loves..." he said, as he
busied himself pouring my coffee, babbling on and on, not really
noticing that I wasn't paying attention. I didn't need to, anyways,
as his prattle sounded eerily like yesterday's.
"Uh, Motoki? I think my coffee's getting cold," I interrupted him.
His expression switched to that of pity. "Come on, tell me that you
have someone to share this day with?" he said, even though he already
knew the answer.
"Come on, Motoki, we had this talk yesterday," I said, twirling the
stir stick in my cup.
Motoki eyed me like I was insane. "What are you talking about?
Yesterday you sat down, had your cup of coffee, read your newspaper
and didn't say boo."
"No," I said. "You were about to ask me, and I quote, 'Haven't you
ever been totally into anyone?'"
Then his expression went blank for a few seconds and he shook his
head. "Nah. That's got to be a coincidence," he said.
"Right. OK, give me a number," I said.
"Why?"
"Just do it, moron. Any number."
"OK, 1,456," he said.
"Thanks."
This time it was Motoki's turn to be confused as I left him sitting
there like that, arms akimbo, totally and completely lost.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
School was a breeze for me. I already had all the answers to the
tests, as they had been corrected in the classes the day before. I
felt a little like I was cheating, but it wasn't my fault I was stuck
in a time loop...was it?
I began to think about this whole time loop thing as I walked over to
the arcade. How could this have possibly have happened? TV shows
have reruns, days do not. Once the sun has dipped into the horizon
and the digits on the clock say twelve, the day is gone, never to be
repeated.
As I came in to the arcade, the last shreds of my half baked logic
faded away, seeing Usagi talking excitedly with Ami, Makoto and
Minako, holding a letter in her hand, the exact same letter as the day
before...or rather, today. Ami kept sneezing just like before,
leaving me to wonder again what, exactly, was she allergic to?
"What are you so excited about, Meatball Head?" I asked, even though I
was certain of the answer.
"None of your business, jackass!" she said, quickly withdrawing the
letter from my view, blushing profusely.
"She's got a love letter!" said Minako, sighing. "Isn't Valentine's
Day great?"
"Reminds me of my old boyfriend," said Makoto.
"Ac-CHOO!" added Ami.
'Yep, de ja vu,' I thought. "Letters from an admirer?" I asked.
"I...guess so," she said. "I'm not sure why. I'm not really that
pretty or anything, or very smart...so, I..uh, guess it must be a
fluke or something."
I stood looking at her, sitting there, blushing so cutely and twirling
a strand of blonde hair in her long, slender fingers, exactly the same
as before.
'OK, let's say something intelligent this time, okay?' my conscience
requested.
I shook my head. "You honestly don't know?" I asked.
She looked at me, confused for a second, before anger clouded her
features once again. "OK, so if this is about the last test I threw
at you, I tried really hard to ace it! I did!"
"You don't know," I said. "You really have no idea."
"OK, I may not be as smart as you, but what exactly is it that I don't
know this time? Math? Science? English? Pick one, will ya, Chiba,
you're good at that."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's nothing like that."
"Then what is it that I don't know?"
I looked her straight in the eyes, my heart begging for me to tell her
what it had known all along. That she was beautiful.
But, as usual, my mouth didn't want to cooperate. "Um...your shoe's
untied," I finished lamely.
At this, Usagi was uncharacteristically silent. Her mouth opened and
closed, as if she was going to say something but didn't know what,
since I hadn't really insulted her at all. Then she looked down at
her shoes, but before she could inform me that she was wearing pumps,
I was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I sat down to watch the same creepy science fiction flick on TV,
hoping it would take my mind off of my day. I let my mind slip into
the world of space aliens, robots and spaceships until a sudden sense
of urgency struck me. 'Oh no, not again' I thought. I could sense
it, the same fear and anguish as before through our psychic link.
I sighed as I withdrew the rose, seemingly out of thin air, that
triggered my transformation. 'I hope she's not cornered by that same
damned youma again,' I thought as I dashed from rooftop to rooftop
and off into the starry night.
Before, I was tempted to laugh at the scene that greeted my eyes as I
reached my destination, but now all I wanted to do cry.
"Oh, God, not YOU again," I groaned at the youma, forgetting to throw
my trademark rose.
"Well, I don't like YOU either, you overdressed moron," said the
youma.
Okay, so this big, lacy thing has the gall to call ME overdressed?
Why, I'm the most stylish hero of Tokyo! The sheer audacity! I threw
my rose at the youma's candy center, motioning for Sailor Moon to do
her thing.
"Yeah!" she said excitedly, hearts in her eyes. I watched with
pleasure as Sailor Moon whipped out her tiara and finished off the
youma. "Moon dust," she said.
I watched the confections around the senshi vanish and as I walked
away, I heard Jupiter say, "Ugh! I hope I never see a chocolate
again!"
"Chocolate?" said Sailor Moon. "I want chocolate! Where is it? Why
did it all DISAPPEAR? WAAAAAAAAAH!" she wailed.
I shook my head and flew off into the night.
I de-transformed as I arrived at my apartment and slipped under the
covers, the hour being way past midnight. I fell asleep as soon as my
head hit the pillow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
I rolled over as I heard "Crazy for this Girl" playing on my alarm
clock radio. I withdrew a rose from the air and pierced it through,
putting an end to Evan and Jarod's singing. Then I turned around and
went back to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
I sat straight up in my bed and growled. Then I yanked the alarm
clock from its spot on my dresser, opened my window and watched with
glee as the offending clock plummeted down twelve stories and landed
in a heap of parts on the sidewalk below. Feeling very satisfied with
myself, I returned to bed and went back to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
"DAMMIT!" I screamed at the heavens. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"
"Yeah, well, we're not laughing either. Shut up, you idiot," said my
non-plused neighbor.
"GO TO HELL!" I retorted, not really caring what my neighbor thought
about me, feeling a wee bit...unhinged.
'This has got to end. And it WILL end. One way or another,' I
thought. Deliberate on my course of action, I stepped onto the
railing of my balcony and took a swan dive to the pavement.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Good morning, everyone! Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you have
someone to snuggle up against, because it's going to be cold outside!"
Horrified, I sat straight up in bed. I looked myself over. No broken
bones, not a scratch on me, nothing. As Evan and Jarod sang the song
I knew by heart by now, I began to consider my options. No matter
what I did, I would wake up the next day here, in my bed, like nothing
happened. I could die and nothing would happen. I could rob a bank,
wind up in jail, then wake up in my own bed in the morning, listening
to the twins singing the song I was beginning to hate more than any
other music in the world. No aftermath, no consequences. I could say
anything I wanted, to anyone, and they wouldn't remember it the next
day. Best yet, I had as long as I needed, maybe an eternity of
Valentine's Days, to make things right with Usagi.
'This could get interesting after all,' I thought as I got ready for
the rest of the day, which suddenly seemed alive and full of
possibilities.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*