Hiiyo everyone! Patch here along with Mizu who
has... umm... gone underground somewhere.
Darnit girl, I need your AN's!! Ehehe, anyhoo, I
have a mission; to transform Mizu, self-proclaimed,
angst writer into a WAFF writer. *Nods happily*
It can happen! I have faith! So encourage her, ne?
It'll help us both ^_^
Enjoy reading!
Cupid's Wayward Arrow
Authors: Patch and Mizu
E-mails: patchkhan1@hotmail.com &
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Chapter 1: Never Listen to Motoki...
insert some Mamoru grumbling here
Disclaimers: Hmmm... ummm... Well... *looks
at Mizu* Should I tell them? *Turns to readers*
Minna, Sailor Moon, as you all know is...
OURS! ALL OURS!! BWAHAHA!
........
We now return to the *real* world. Enjoy the
show!
Mamoru. The name doesn't sound too
glamorous, now does it? Here's a little tale of how
our tall, dark and handsome...err...prince ended up
where he is now...
It all started in a glorious kingdom. Birds
chirped from their perches in high blossoming trees
as their melodies echoed into the open fields. Horses
frolicked around playfully, nipping at each other's
shoulders. A tall handsome man strolled across the
dewy meadow under the midday sun. He was decked
in black armor, looking brawny to the brim. It was a
glorious day indeed...
"Yeah right," Mamoru grumbled under his
breath, running to the closest shelter that he could
find. Initially, he found a bus shelter in which to
spend the storm in...well, that is, until that elderly
lady started giving him that
I-think-that-all-young-men-are-irresponsible look.
She'd started giving him pointing gestures, murmuring
stereotypes to the people around her. Finally, he
made his decision. The rain
seemed far more hospitable than the bus shelter.
So, here he was, our knight in shining
armor...or rather, pants and a wet green blazer. He
rolled his eyes. To think what the dry cleaning bill
for this thing was going to cost him.
The thing was, our little *soggy* hero was
in some financial difficulty. The day had started out
nicely, no rain, no troubles, the works... that is,
until he received the letter that informed him that
his scholarship had been cancelled. Sometime during
his moping period in class, he lost the keys to his
motorcycle *and* his means of transportation
home. Just to top off this *glorious* day, it started
raining.
Suddenly, he spotted it, like a shining
castle in the fluffy white clouds. The Crown
Arcade! He was saved! Dodging a few cars as he
ran across the slippery street, he barged his way
through the doors to the arcade, and his new shelter.
Motoki was behind the counter, as usual,
polishing a glass with a white rag. Mamoru's first
thought was that Motoki looked too dry for his own
good. That pitcher of water on that counter looked
mighty tempting...
Motoki glanced at the newest visitor,
Mamoru.
"Uh oh..." Motoki inched away, seeing
the "If I have to suffer, you have to suffer" look on
his best friend's wet face. Realizing Mamoru's
probable intention, Motoki spotted the pitcher of ice
water and quickly removed it from the vicinity of his
grasp.
"Should I even ask what your day was
like?" Motoki smiled a genuinely cheerful smile that
would make any girl melt into a puddle of goo. In
fact, several sighs could be heard in the background
from various girls. Mamoru replied with a simple
grunt.
"Aren't we the animal today?" Motoki
grinned, grabbing a new towel from underneath the
counter and throwing it at Mamoru. Mamoru
caught it gracefully, immediately burying his face
into the soft towel. Taking off the soggy blazer, he
draped the towel on the padded seat next to him.
At least his shirt wasn't too wet.
"So what is it today? Want some coffee?
Regular? Nothing makes the world go round like a
little caffeine does, ne?" Motoki chirped, giving
him that melting girls smile once again. Motoki
was *way* too jolly for his own good. Goodness!
Motoki could compete against old saint nick, if he
wanted to. Mamoru gave his happy-go-lucky friend,
one good, hard look, before he heaved a sigh.
"Better make it large," he replied, resting
his head on the ever-so clean counter (courtesy of
Motoki, of course! ;)). "Actually, extra large
sounds even better..."
Motoki shrugged. "Will you tell me
what's with the long face if I give you your coffee?"
Mamoru raised an eyebrow, the
classical cynical look spreading across his features.
"Oh, resulting to bribery now, are we?"
Motoki grinned, "Of course! How *else*
would I be able to get information from you? Now
will you tell me?" He asked, pouring a mug of the
dark liquid and waving it tauntingly in front of
Mamoru's face.
Mamoru made a grab for the cup,
however, Motoki managed to pull the cup away.
"Tell me? *Please*? You know, I only want to
help my very best friend..." He remarked in a
singsong voice.
Mamoru snorted.
"Hey, I'm hurt!" Motoki mock whimpered.
His face hardened as he mirrored Mamoru's cynical
look. "Fine, no coffee for you. Honestly, you treat
this stuff like it was a necessity of life."
"It is!" Mamoru retorted, making another
attempt at the steaming mug. Motoki yanked it away,
the dark liquid threatening to teeter over the edge of
the pristine-white mug.
"Nope, not until you agree to tell me."
"Arrgh...Motoki...let it be noted in the
records that you *still* strive to turn me insane."
"Of course!" Motoki nodded agreeably.
"What do you think friends are for?"
"Yeah, with friends like these, who needs
enemies?" Mamoru muttered darkly. Where is a
claymore* when you needed one?"
"Come one, Mamoru-kun, tell me?"
Motoki gave him his classic glassy-eyed, puppy
dog look. A thump was heard close by. Motoki and
Mamoru looked to see the source of the noise but
upon seeing nothing, both of them shrugged. A girl
must've fainted this time...
"It's not working, Motoki. I'm *not* a
girl, and I will *not* melt into a puddle when you
smile."
"You mean like this?" Motoki grinned
handsomely again, his simple action causing some
girls to flutter their eyelashes and sigh once more.
"No demonstrations are needed, Motoki.
Now, give me that cup!"
Motoki drooped, the smile falling from
his face as if Mamoru had peeled it off. "All work
and no play makes Mamoru a dull boy...actually,
come to think of it, you were one from the st--!"
"MOTOKI!" Mamoru reprimanded, an
indignant look spreading across his face. Slowly,
he released his tension, falling back into his seat
with a "plop". "Actually," Mamoru began, "I got a
letter today from my beneficiary. They're cutting
off funding to my scholarship."
"I see," Motoki noted with a tone of
finality, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.
"The things I do to get you to tell me these
things..."
"I've only got so many funds for tuition.
I can't neglect food, rent payments and the such.
Sooner or later, I'm going to run out of cash.
Motoki, what am I going to do?" Mamoru gave
him a pleading look, which was quite rare.
"Simple," Motoki replied. "Get a job."
Mamoru raised his eyebrows. "A job?
Who'd want to hire me? I don't have a full
degree yet. Still working at that genetics major.
No one would want to hire a genetic engineer
trainee..."
Motoki was silent for a few moments,
face creased in thought. "Ne, Mamoru, stand up,
could you?"
Mamoru blinked.
Motoki gestured at him. "Stand, Mamoru."
"Yeesh, I'm not a dog..."
"Just do it, Mamoru."
Slowly, and very reluctantly, Mamoru
stood up in his full height. (And it was an
impressive
height indeed... ;) )
Motoki pursed his lips, rubbing his
smooth chin. "Now turn around."
Mamoru gave him another blank look.
"What the...?"
"Come on, turn..." Motoki urged him,
turning his index finger in little spirals to
visualize his point. Finally, Mamoru complied,
turning very awkwardly.
"Hmm..."
Mamoru took his seat again. "Hmm...
what?"
"You know," Motoki suggested, "you
could go into show business."
*BLINK BLINK* followed by a
"*WHAT*?!!!"
"You've got the looks for it. Girls
would fawn all over for you and you could earn
more than enough to sustain you for quite a while..."
Mamoru gave Motoki a doubtful look.
"Well..."
"I know this great agent! Their company
is bound to find you a job!"
More doubtful looks from Mamoru...
"Come on! Give it a try! It wouldn't hurt,
now would it?" Motoki coaxed, giving Mamoru the
most supportive look he could muster.
Mamoru shrugged. "Why don't you try it?"
He gave Motoki a grin, as a collective sigh from
behind accompanied him. He frowned. "You know,
Motoki, you should really do something about
that."
"What? The girls?" Motoki dismissed
the thought, waving his hand casually. "They're the
same bunch...always going rosy cheeked and giggling
girlishly. Although, I'm still single, aren't I?"
Motoki winked at Mamoru, a roguish grin appearing on
his face. He returned to his glass-polishing.
"Nah, this isn't my type of thing...it doesn't
sound like me. Chiba Mamoru...an actor..." Mamoru
shook his head.
"Well...if you say so..." Motoki sighed,
looking as if he were at loss.
"Oh, Motoki, one more thing..."
"Hm?" Motoki paused, glancing at Mamoru.
"Give me my COFFEE!"
***
*claymore - one of kana's weapons of the
day...something she threatened me with if I didn't get
the next chapter of FW out... I think it looks
kinda like a war club...
***
Soooo, do you all like so far? Wonder where we're
going? Curious? Interested? Muhahaha, the fun's just
begun. Remember, encouragement! We like
encouragement ^_^
Patch (kana) & Mizu
~~~~~~~~
Sept 00'
has... umm... gone underground somewhere.
Darnit girl, I need your AN's!! Ehehe, anyhoo, I
have a mission; to transform Mizu, self-proclaimed,
angst writer into a WAFF writer. *Nods happily*
It can happen! I have faith! So encourage her, ne?
It'll help us both ^_^
Enjoy reading!
Cupid's Wayward Arrow
Authors: Patch and Mizu
E-mails: patchkhan1@hotmail.com &
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Chapter 1: Never Listen to Motoki...
insert some Mamoru grumbling here
Disclaimers: Hmmm... ummm... Well... *looks
at Mizu* Should I tell them? *Turns to readers*
Minna, Sailor Moon, as you all know is...
OURS! ALL OURS!! BWAHAHA!
........
We now return to the *real* world. Enjoy the
show!
Mamoru. The name doesn't sound too
glamorous, now does it? Here's a little tale of how
our tall, dark and handsome...err...prince ended up
where he is now...
It all started in a glorious kingdom. Birds
chirped from their perches in high blossoming trees
as their melodies echoed into the open fields. Horses
frolicked around playfully, nipping at each other's
shoulders. A tall handsome man strolled across the
dewy meadow under the midday sun. He was decked
in black armor, looking brawny to the brim. It was a
glorious day indeed...
"Yeah right," Mamoru grumbled under his
breath, running to the closest shelter that he could
find. Initially, he found a bus shelter in which to
spend the storm in...well, that is, until that elderly
lady started giving him that
I-think-that-all-young-men-are-irresponsible look.
She'd started giving him pointing gestures, murmuring
stereotypes to the people around her. Finally, he
made his decision. The rain
seemed far more hospitable than the bus shelter.
So, here he was, our knight in shining
armor...or rather, pants and a wet green blazer. He
rolled his eyes. To think what the dry cleaning bill
for this thing was going to cost him.
The thing was, our little *soggy* hero was
in some financial difficulty. The day had started out
nicely, no rain, no troubles, the works... that is,
until he received the letter that informed him that
his scholarship had been cancelled. Sometime during
his moping period in class, he lost the keys to his
motorcycle *and* his means of transportation
home. Just to top off this *glorious* day, it started
raining.
Suddenly, he spotted it, like a shining
castle in the fluffy white clouds. The Crown
Arcade! He was saved! Dodging a few cars as he
ran across the slippery street, he barged his way
through the doors to the arcade, and his new shelter.
Motoki was behind the counter, as usual,
polishing a glass with a white rag. Mamoru's first
thought was that Motoki looked too dry for his own
good. That pitcher of water on that counter looked
mighty tempting...
Motoki glanced at the newest visitor,
Mamoru.
"Uh oh..." Motoki inched away, seeing
the "If I have to suffer, you have to suffer" look on
his best friend's wet face. Realizing Mamoru's
probable intention, Motoki spotted the pitcher of ice
water and quickly removed it from the vicinity of his
grasp.
"Should I even ask what your day was
like?" Motoki smiled a genuinely cheerful smile that
would make any girl melt into a puddle of goo. In
fact, several sighs could be heard in the background
from various girls. Mamoru replied with a simple
grunt.
"Aren't we the animal today?" Motoki
grinned, grabbing a new towel from underneath the
counter and throwing it at Mamoru. Mamoru
caught it gracefully, immediately burying his face
into the soft towel. Taking off the soggy blazer, he
draped the towel on the padded seat next to him.
At least his shirt wasn't too wet.
"So what is it today? Want some coffee?
Regular? Nothing makes the world go round like a
little caffeine does, ne?" Motoki chirped, giving
him that melting girls smile once again. Motoki
was *way* too jolly for his own good. Goodness!
Motoki could compete against old saint nick, if he
wanted to. Mamoru gave his happy-go-lucky friend,
one good, hard look, before he heaved a sigh.
"Better make it large," he replied, resting
his head on the ever-so clean counter (courtesy of
Motoki, of course! ;)). "Actually, extra large
sounds even better..."
Motoki shrugged. "Will you tell me
what's with the long face if I give you your coffee?"
Mamoru raised an eyebrow, the
classical cynical look spreading across his features.
"Oh, resulting to bribery now, are we?"
Motoki grinned, "Of course! How *else*
would I be able to get information from you? Now
will you tell me?" He asked, pouring a mug of the
dark liquid and waving it tauntingly in front of
Mamoru's face.
Mamoru made a grab for the cup,
however, Motoki managed to pull the cup away.
"Tell me? *Please*? You know, I only want to
help my very best friend..." He remarked in a
singsong voice.
Mamoru snorted.
"Hey, I'm hurt!" Motoki mock whimpered.
His face hardened as he mirrored Mamoru's cynical
look. "Fine, no coffee for you. Honestly, you treat
this stuff like it was a necessity of life."
"It is!" Mamoru retorted, making another
attempt at the steaming mug. Motoki yanked it away,
the dark liquid threatening to teeter over the edge of
the pristine-white mug.
"Nope, not until you agree to tell me."
"Arrgh...Motoki...let it be noted in the
records that you *still* strive to turn me insane."
"Of course!" Motoki nodded agreeably.
"What do you think friends are for?"
"Yeah, with friends like these, who needs
enemies?" Mamoru muttered darkly. Where is a
claymore* when you needed one?"
"Come one, Mamoru-kun, tell me?"
Motoki gave him his classic glassy-eyed, puppy
dog look. A thump was heard close by. Motoki and
Mamoru looked to see the source of the noise but
upon seeing nothing, both of them shrugged. A girl
must've fainted this time...
"It's not working, Motoki. I'm *not* a
girl, and I will *not* melt into a puddle when you
smile."
"You mean like this?" Motoki grinned
handsomely again, his simple action causing some
girls to flutter their eyelashes and sigh once more.
"No demonstrations are needed, Motoki.
Now, give me that cup!"
Motoki drooped, the smile falling from
his face as if Mamoru had peeled it off. "All work
and no play makes Mamoru a dull boy...actually,
come to think of it, you were one from the st--!"
"MOTOKI!" Mamoru reprimanded, an
indignant look spreading across his face. Slowly,
he released his tension, falling back into his seat
with a "plop". "Actually," Mamoru began, "I got a
letter today from my beneficiary. They're cutting
off funding to my scholarship."
"I see," Motoki noted with a tone of
finality, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.
"The things I do to get you to tell me these
things..."
"I've only got so many funds for tuition.
I can't neglect food, rent payments and the such.
Sooner or later, I'm going to run out of cash.
Motoki, what am I going to do?" Mamoru gave
him a pleading look, which was quite rare.
"Simple," Motoki replied. "Get a job."
Mamoru raised his eyebrows. "A job?
Who'd want to hire me? I don't have a full
degree yet. Still working at that genetics major.
No one would want to hire a genetic engineer
trainee..."
Motoki was silent for a few moments,
face creased in thought. "Ne, Mamoru, stand up,
could you?"
Mamoru blinked.
Motoki gestured at him. "Stand, Mamoru."
"Yeesh, I'm not a dog..."
"Just do it, Mamoru."
Slowly, and very reluctantly, Mamoru
stood up in his full height. (And it was an
impressive
height indeed... ;) )
Motoki pursed his lips, rubbing his
smooth chin. "Now turn around."
Mamoru gave him another blank look.
"What the...?"
"Come on, turn..." Motoki urged him,
turning his index finger in little spirals to
visualize his point. Finally, Mamoru complied,
turning very awkwardly.
"Hmm..."
Mamoru took his seat again. "Hmm...
what?"
"You know," Motoki suggested, "you
could go into show business."
*BLINK BLINK* followed by a
"*WHAT*?!!!"
"You've got the looks for it. Girls
would fawn all over for you and you could earn
more than enough to sustain you for quite a while..."
Mamoru gave Motoki a doubtful look.
"Well..."
"I know this great agent! Their company
is bound to find you a job!"
More doubtful looks from Mamoru...
"Come on! Give it a try! It wouldn't hurt,
now would it?" Motoki coaxed, giving Mamoru the
most supportive look he could muster.
Mamoru shrugged. "Why don't you try it?"
He gave Motoki a grin, as a collective sigh from
behind accompanied him. He frowned. "You know,
Motoki, you should really do something about
that."
"What? The girls?" Motoki dismissed
the thought, waving his hand casually. "They're the
same bunch...always going rosy cheeked and giggling
girlishly. Although, I'm still single, aren't I?"
Motoki winked at Mamoru, a roguish grin appearing on
his face. He returned to his glass-polishing.
"Nah, this isn't my type of thing...it doesn't
sound like me. Chiba Mamoru...an actor..." Mamoru
shook his head.
"Well...if you say so..." Motoki sighed,
looking as if he were at loss.
"Oh, Motoki, one more thing..."
"Hm?" Motoki paused, glancing at Mamoru.
"Give me my COFFEE!"
***
*claymore - one of kana's weapons of the
day...something she threatened me with if I didn't get
the next chapter of FW out... I think it looks
kinda like a war club...
***
Soooo, do you all like so far? Wonder where we're
going? Curious? Interested? Muhahaha, the fun's just
begun. Remember, encouragement! We like
encouragement ^_^
Patch (kana) & Mizu
~~~~~~~~
Sept 00'