Bittersweet Symphony
By Mitzi
Prologue
Heyyylo! This is Mitzi, with a fic that doesn't center around hot wet monkey
loving! Wow! Heh heh, I love that saying…ahem. Anyhoo, this is a story that is
not for Usagi/Seiya lovers, cuz I'm pretty sure they will become demons by the
time I'm done with this…I'm just so sick of everyone bashing poor Mamo-chan!
It's not his fault he's a bastard! Which, in the literal sense, he could be, of
course…C'mon people, cut him some slack! Car accidents and FOUR different
personalities tend to make guys a little mean…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and co, but if Naoko's selling…
* * *
Two bodies lay in the short, velvety grass, reveling more in each other's embrace
than the glorious sunset overhead.
"Promise you'll be here when I get back?"
"Promise. I'll always be here for you, Mamo-chan."
Two bodies lay in the short velvety grass, reveling more in each other's embrace
than the glorious sunset overhead.
"Promise you'll be mine?"
"Promise. I love you, Seiya-kun."
* * *
"Hey, Mamoru-kun! Mamoru! Over here!"
Walking slowly out of the Arrivals hall, the sound of Motoki's voice was the first
thing to bring Chiba Mamoru any joy in over a year.
"Motoki-kun! It's been awhile, my friend. I've got loads to tell you."
"Same to you Mamoru. Looking mighty skinny there pal! Hey, you wanna let
me help you with those bags? They look kinda heavy."
The two young men walked through the crowded airport, chatting as they headed
towards Motoki's car. Loading the bags into the trunk, they were soon whizzing
down the highway towards Tokyo. As he spoke with his friend while driving
them back to the city, Motoki noted that there was…"something" different about
Mamoru, but decided not to mention it. Soon, the topic of choice turned toward
Usagi, who was still Mamoru's favorite thing in the world.
"Eh, speaking of Usagi, Mamoru, there's something I need to tell you."
"And that reminds me, Motoki, there's something rather pressing you should
know."
"Well, since you're you and I'm me, I'll be nice and let you go first."
Mamoru opened his mouth and quietly explained just why he'd lost so much
weight. Motoki's small red car suddenly jerked to the right, then the left, as its
driver heard the absolute worst news of his life.
By Mitzi
Prologue
Heyyylo! This is Mitzi, with a fic that doesn't center around hot wet monkey
loving! Wow! Heh heh, I love that saying…ahem. Anyhoo, this is a story that is
not for Usagi/Seiya lovers, cuz I'm pretty sure they will become demons by the
time I'm done with this…I'm just so sick of everyone bashing poor Mamo-chan!
It's not his fault he's a bastard! Which, in the literal sense, he could be, of
course…C'mon people, cut him some slack! Car accidents and FOUR different
personalities tend to make guys a little mean…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and co, but if Naoko's selling…
* * *
Two bodies lay in the short, velvety grass, reveling more in each other's embrace
than the glorious sunset overhead.
"Promise you'll be here when I get back?"
"Promise. I'll always be here for you, Mamo-chan."
Two bodies lay in the short velvety grass, reveling more in each other's embrace
than the glorious sunset overhead.
"Promise you'll be mine?"
"Promise. I love you, Seiya-kun."
* * *
"Hey, Mamoru-kun! Mamoru! Over here!"
Walking slowly out of the Arrivals hall, the sound of Motoki's voice was the first
thing to bring Chiba Mamoru any joy in over a year.
"Motoki-kun! It's been awhile, my friend. I've got loads to tell you."
"Same to you Mamoru. Looking mighty skinny there pal! Hey, you wanna let
me help you with those bags? They look kinda heavy."
The two young men walked through the crowded airport, chatting as they headed
towards Motoki's car. Loading the bags into the trunk, they were soon whizzing
down the highway towards Tokyo. As he spoke with his friend while driving
them back to the city, Motoki noted that there was…"something" different about
Mamoru, but decided not to mention it. Soon, the topic of choice turned toward
Usagi, who was still Mamoru's favorite thing in the world.
"Eh, speaking of Usagi, Mamoru, there's something I need to tell you."
"And that reminds me, Motoki, there's something rather pressing you should
know."
"Well, since you're you and I'm me, I'll be nice and let you go first."
Mamoru opened his mouth and quietly explained just why he'd lost so much
weight. Motoki's small red car suddenly jerked to the right, then the left, as its
driver heard the absolute worst news of his life.
