Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. I don't own
"Bad Boy for Life". I don't think P. Diddy is a
good role model. But, Irony and The Green are
mine. And I'm rather attached to Irony so please
ask before you use her. Thanks
Irony and Daring
10 years ago
A male Japanese teenager enters a room that he was
very familar with. Wearing a black leather jacket,
black pants, a black wife-beater and an ugly
green arm band, he managed to look tough and vulnerable
at the same time.
The teen turned to a young woman in the room. "I'm
here, Irony. What is it?" He stopped to make a
suggestive leer, "Or do I need to ask?"
The woman smiled, an ironic sad smile. She walked up
to the teen and ripped the arm band off his arm. "I'm
kicking you out, Dare."
The teen was shocked. "What?! Why?"
The woman sighed. "Because you don't really belong here.
You need to be out there, become respectable, the whole
nine yards. You're out of The Green. Period."
The teen argued. "You can't do that! I'm hard. I'm
tough. This is who I am!"
The woman snorted. "Oh it is not! You may have issues
with opening your heart to people, in your case that is
understandable, but you aren'ttough. There is a
good man underneath all the crap that
has happened to you. I think we've corrupted you enough."
The teen's eyes narrowed. He was prepared to fight this
decision, so he used the best weapon he had with this
woman, the truth. "But I love you. That should be
enough for me to stay. You can't deny that, and you
can't deny that you'd break the law that says we can't be
together."
The women looked at the man who meant so much to her, but
not in the way he thought. "Dare, you love me like a
big sister, as if I was your aniki."
This seemed to anger the teen. He pulled the woman into
his arms and kissed her pretty passionately for a few
moments. After she began to respond, he pulled away.
"Does that feel like how someone would love his sister?
And your response. Is that how you would love your
son?" the teen sneared.
"All that proves is that you can turn the heads of women
of all ages. And that I'm a sexual person. But that's
not a surprise." The woman looked the teen straight in
the eye. "I'm not changing my mind about this."
"I won't go," The teen insisted. "I'll still be out there.
You can't leave me to the wolves. You know that, I know that-"
"Mamoru Chiba, stop fighting with me about this, dammit!"
The woman then sighed. "You are our last great hope. You're
smart, handsome, able to be made respectable, and 100%
Japanese! Out of all of us you are the only one who
has a chance at a normal life. If nothing else, do this
for everyone who wished they could be accepted. Besides,
one day we may need someone on the other side of the
line who will stand up for us. I'm hoping it will
be you."
The speech seemed to make the teen pause. Finally, he
replied, "Alright...But when I fail, you'll take me
back?"
"If you fail after trying your best, which I doubt will
happen, we'll take you back. Unless you fail on purpose."
"Agreed."
The teen turned to stalk out, but the woman called him back.
She hugged him and then handed him a box. "This is just
something that you can wear to remember us while you're
being respectable. It's our trademark color. Anytime
you need to feel that we are with you, wear this." The
woman hugged the teen again. "I do love you Dare. Take
care of yourself."
The teen nodded; it appeared that he was struggling for
composure, as if he might cry. Control returned, however,
because hiseyes hardened and he turned and left.
After he had gone through the door, the women said softly,
"As much as I going to miss you, I hope I never see you
again. Make me proud Dare. Make me proud."
******
The present
A young man stood in his appartment, preparing for the
evening. His fiancee was coming over...although they
really didn't have any more concrete plans than just
hanging out. The man smiled. His Usako was the bright
part of his life. She was one of the reasons the
darkness didn't consume him.
As he moved around cleaning, he noticed his green
jacket in the corner. Usagi hated that jacket.
She had even lobbied that he get rid of it...but he
couldn't. It was a reminder of a support network,
however dangerous those people may appear to the rest
of the world.The jacket meant too much to him.
But he had never explained the origins of the jacket
to Usagi. It was almostas if he was afraid that
part of his darkness would contaminate her light in
some way. He smiled. The strange thing was that he was
sure Irony would have liked Usagi.
Finished with his cleaning, the young man sat on his
couch and turned on his television. He was about to
switch to something besides the news, but stopped when he
heard the anchor's voice.
"...government crackdown on these 'gang-like' societies
is moving into full swing. The first big target of the
new government agency is an 'association' known as The
Green. Notorious and dangerous, The Green is a mix
of societies dregs including Americans that the United
States will not allow returned and children of dubious
ancestry. The leaders of this dangerous group are wanted,
dead or alive...however consider them armed and extremely
dangerous..."
The young man didn't hear the rest as disbelief and dread
warred within him. 'Bab, what the hell has happened to
cause this kind of attention?' he thought to himself.
Before he could become any more worried there was a knock
on his door.
The young man crossed the room to open the door, expecting
that is was his finacee. So, he was understandably surprised
when a figure out of his past was on the other side of the
door in steletto hells, black leather skirt, black vest, and
ugly green armband.
The woman smiled and said quietly, "Hi, Dare."
"Irony?"
- to be continued -
(Thanks so much to my wonderful editor Adularia. I
would sound so much less coherent without her. I
really appreciate it.)
"Bad Boy for Life". I don't think P. Diddy is a
good role model. But, Irony and The Green are
mine. And I'm rather attached to Irony so please
ask before you use her. Thanks
Irony and Daring
10 years ago
A male Japanese teenager enters a room that he was
very familar with. Wearing a black leather jacket,
black pants, a black wife-beater and an ugly
green arm band, he managed to look tough and vulnerable
at the same time.
The teen turned to a young woman in the room. "I'm
here, Irony. What is it?" He stopped to make a
suggestive leer, "Or do I need to ask?"
The woman smiled, an ironic sad smile. She walked up
to the teen and ripped the arm band off his arm. "I'm
kicking you out, Dare."
The teen was shocked. "What?! Why?"
The woman sighed. "Because you don't really belong here.
You need to be out there, become respectable, the whole
nine yards. You're out of The Green. Period."
The teen argued. "You can't do that! I'm hard. I'm
tough. This is who I am!"
The woman snorted. "Oh it is not! You may have issues
with opening your heart to people, in your case that is
understandable, but you aren'ttough. There is a
good man underneath all the crap that
has happened to you. I think we've corrupted you enough."
The teen's eyes narrowed. He was prepared to fight this
decision, so he used the best weapon he had with this
woman, the truth. "But I love you. That should be
enough for me to stay. You can't deny that, and you
can't deny that you'd break the law that says we can't be
together."
The women looked at the man who meant so much to her, but
not in the way he thought. "Dare, you love me like a
big sister, as if I was your aniki."
This seemed to anger the teen. He pulled the woman into
his arms and kissed her pretty passionately for a few
moments. After she began to respond, he pulled away.
"Does that feel like how someone would love his sister?
And your response. Is that how you would love your
son?" the teen sneared.
"All that proves is that you can turn the heads of women
of all ages. And that I'm a sexual person. But that's
not a surprise." The woman looked the teen straight in
the eye. "I'm not changing my mind about this."
"I won't go," The teen insisted. "I'll still be out there.
You can't leave me to the wolves. You know that, I know that-"
"Mamoru Chiba, stop fighting with me about this, dammit!"
The woman then sighed. "You are our last great hope. You're
smart, handsome, able to be made respectable, and 100%
Japanese! Out of all of us you are the only one who
has a chance at a normal life. If nothing else, do this
for everyone who wished they could be accepted. Besides,
one day we may need someone on the other side of the
line who will stand up for us. I'm hoping it will
be you."
The speech seemed to make the teen pause. Finally, he
replied, "Alright...But when I fail, you'll take me
back?"
"If you fail after trying your best, which I doubt will
happen, we'll take you back. Unless you fail on purpose."
"Agreed."
The teen turned to stalk out, but the woman called him back.
She hugged him and then handed him a box. "This is just
something that you can wear to remember us while you're
being respectable. It's our trademark color. Anytime
you need to feel that we are with you, wear this." The
woman hugged the teen again. "I do love you Dare. Take
care of yourself."
The teen nodded; it appeared that he was struggling for
composure, as if he might cry. Control returned, however,
because hiseyes hardened and he turned and left.
After he had gone through the door, the women said softly,
"As much as I going to miss you, I hope I never see you
again. Make me proud Dare. Make me proud."
******
The present
A young man stood in his appartment, preparing for the
evening. His fiancee was coming over...although they
really didn't have any more concrete plans than just
hanging out. The man smiled. His Usako was the bright
part of his life. She was one of the reasons the
darkness didn't consume him.
As he moved around cleaning, he noticed his green
jacket in the corner. Usagi hated that jacket.
She had even lobbied that he get rid of it...but he
couldn't. It was a reminder of a support network,
however dangerous those people may appear to the rest
of the world.The jacket meant too much to him.
But he had never explained the origins of the jacket
to Usagi. It was almostas if he was afraid that
part of his darkness would contaminate her light in
some way. He smiled. The strange thing was that he was
sure Irony would have liked Usagi.
Finished with his cleaning, the young man sat on his
couch and turned on his television. He was about to
switch to something besides the news, but stopped when he
heard the anchor's voice.
"...government crackdown on these 'gang-like' societies
is moving into full swing. The first big target of the
new government agency is an 'association' known as The
Green. Notorious and dangerous, The Green is a mix
of societies dregs including Americans that the United
States will not allow returned and children of dubious
ancestry. The leaders of this dangerous group are wanted,
dead or alive...however consider them armed and extremely
dangerous..."
The young man didn't hear the rest as disbelief and dread
warred within him. 'Bab, what the hell has happened to
cause this kind of attention?' he thought to himself.
Before he could become any more worried there was a knock
on his door.
The young man crossed the room to open the door, expecting
that is was his finacee. So, he was understandably surprised
when a figure out of his past was on the other side of the
door in steletto hells, black leather skirt, black vest, and
ugly green armband.
The woman smiled and said quietly, "Hi, Dare."
"Irony?"
- to be continued -
(Thanks so much to my wonderful editor Adularia. I
would sound so much less coherent without her. I
really appreciate it.)
