A Sailormoon Romance Fanfic
*************************
This is a disclaimer that all the characters below are properties of Takeuchi Naoko-sensei, Kodansha Ltd and Toei Ltd, Japan. I'm just a fanfic writer who is getting no profits for this production... please don't sue me. Anyway, let's continue with the story.
Usagi ran in her full speed dash from the Crown's arcade, trying to escape from the strange atmosphere that had her mesmerized in the presence of Chiba Mamoru.
'That was just a silly illusion. Nothing more than a weird case of Twilight Zone. Happens all the time. After all, why would I be attracted to such a baka in the first place anyway?' With a firm shake of her blond head, Usagi mentally dismissed off the previous experience in the arcade and proceeded in a more leisurely pace back home. Skipping in a rather carefree manner, she anticipated one of the things she truly appreciated in life, food.
After a satisfying dinner of roasted chicken, curry and great helpings of her mother's other specialities, Usagi returned to her room with a full stomach and was fully prepared to take a long soak in the bath tub and going straight to bed.
Despite Luna's exasperated voice nagging Usagi to do at least some of the homework assigned by Haruna-sensei, the sleepy girl merely shrugged and shut the bathroom door at the incessant yakking the black cat gave. This action managed to stop the adviser's words and she could finally have her bath in peace.
Scooping up some of the luxurious foam and creating a mini shower of falling bubbles, Usagi was in the middle of imagining a rendezvous with Tuxedo Kamen when the most annoying incident happened. Her sailor senshi communication beeped. Usagi muttered darkly about those darn "bat signs" as she fiddled with the instrument and turned it on with slippery hands.
"Hai, Moon here speaking. What's with the Nega-verse again?" Usagi spoke with a low sigh of resignation.
Sailor Mars showed up in the visual feed and managed to keep looking angry while dodging a series of flying discus of dark energy. "Get your lazy butt down here and work some moon magic, Odango brains."
Usagi blinked her enormous eyes and pretended not to understand. "Huh?" came the senshi leader's response.
Mars glared at her and snared warningly, "Azabu Park," a moment when she took a deep breath. "NOOOWWWWW!!!" The communication was cut off.
Usagi's ears were blasted as she stood up and grumbled about the fiery temper of a certain red-skirt heroine. Grabbing her pyjamas at the clean clothes hamper, she threw on the rabbit print night wear and transformed into Sailor Moon.
"Moon Power, Make up!" Grabbing the furry adviser in a rather rough manner, Sailor Moon was up to perform her unwanted duty, yet again.
"Arrrgh! Where is that odango? I told her to come immediatedly!" Mars dodged another sharp disc of dark energy as she raged on about their leader.
"Don't worry Mars. I believe Sailor Moon is going to arrive anytime soon." Sailor Mercury reassured her as she continued analysing for a weakness of the youma. All the senshi sweat dropped when a familiar "whooshing" sound followed by a "Itai" announced the arrival of their leader.
"Did anyone call for the pretty and courageous warrior? I'm pretty soldier Sailor Moon. For the love and peace, I've come to punished you!" The short-skirt heroine ended her customary speech with her usual pose after picking herself up from falling on the hard ground on her bottom.
Mars rolled her eyes and shouted with impatience, "Just do your thing and stop this disgusting creature. Moon dust it now!!!"
All work was wrapped up after a few more clumsy fumbles on Sailor Moon's part and the fighters of justice decided to call it a night.
Usagi tried to sneak off in secret in order to avoid the upcoming questioning about the arcade incident but the attempt was unsuccessful when Jupiter caught the tail end of the sailor fuku. She struggled to squirm herself out of the strong grip that the green suit fighter had on her but stopped when it was in vain. She slouched in surrender as she waited for the interrogation to begin.
The senshi transformed back to their civilian identities and dragged
their captive back to Rei's shrine.
Usagi was surrounded by her friends, trying to back off in a corner
of Rei's bedroom and hoping the ground to swallow her whole. In fact, anything
as long as she could dodge the oncoming barrage of spectaculation regarding
this afternoon.
Makoto grin mischievously as she leaned forward with a strange twinkle in her eye. Past experiences with the lanky girl, taught Usagi to be on utmost alert. "So, are we mistaken or did Mamoru-san suddenly become a little too chummy with you?" The upturned corners of Makoto's lips widened to form a teasing smirk. "Perhaps more than chummy with you compared to the rest of us?"
Usagi shook her head furiously and tried to stammered out, "Nah, that was just a freak incident that always happens. Right?" She tried to seek support from the others but all of them seemed intent on grilling out any juicy gossips.
Minako flipped her glossy strands of golden tresses as she declared, "As the senshi of love, I can definitely smell the romantic tension in the air. Just stop denying the fact and get the guy. Heck, if I'm the sort to like the tall, dark and handsome kind such as Chiba-san, I'll take action and ignore the sequences.
With the exception of Usagi, the rest sweat dropped at the wrong usage of word. "Ano, V-chan? Shouldn't it ought to be the term 'consequences'?"
Minako shrugged off the mistake, "Who cares."
"Ami-chan?" Usagi tried for the last stab of help available.
The studious student in their group looked on helplessly as all of them turned to the blue haired genius. The silent pressure emitted from others caused her to surrender to the peer pressure.
"Actually, I'm also a little curious about the mishap in the arcade." Ami gave an apologetic smile to Usagi for her decided stand in this matter.
The pony-tailed girl sighed in resignation as she mumbled, "That's okay,
Ami-chan." Thus, she braced herself for an extremely long night of facing
the music by the gossipmongers...