*finishes barbecuing the spore on a stick* hey, you came back for the party! *tosses the remains to the hounds of crazed fans* we in no way set out to harm the spore...but we have to do something with any flames coming our way...
There is a reference to Aladdin in here, but it's only a reference. If it were the real thing, we'd be in trouble... We in no way own Aladdin...we've never been near the boy! *hides Abu* We may have a thing for two-dimensional male heroes, but we stop at Disney. ^_~ On with the show!
Crazy For You 3/9
By Lazuli [jupiterlightning@yahoo.com]
And Elysia [ely_chan@yahoo.com]
Mamoru tried to control his reaction. After all, he was being let off easily. He had to take care of Usagi? He was sure she was out to get him somehow. He put on a serious expression though, and consented to the agreement. He would very much miss the rest of his patients, especially Mika, but he was sure that Usagi would always keep him on his toes.
Mamoru was right in his assumption. Somehow Usagi had a talent for breaking out of her room that he could not trace. It was as if she just simply reappeared in and out of the room at will. He sighed. He wished that she would stay in the room. He was getting tired of chasing that girl all over the hospital. He ran a hand through his hair. He wondered where she could be now. She wasn't even on this floor, he was sure of it. He went down to the next floor, which was the pediatrics ward. He caught Usagi smiling and talking with a bunch of children. Listening in, he smiled at how caring and sweet she looked, no matter that she was certifiably crazy, and starting to drive him in that direction!
"What is your wish?" She asked a small, brown-haired girl, who had her hair up in part buns. The girl smiled. "I just want to get out of this hospital. My mommy says I have a bad cold, and if I wish really hard, then my wish will come true."
Usagi smiled, and patted the girl on the head, much like an older sister. She had an unusually serious look on her face. "I'm sure that we can grant your wish, Miaka-chan." Usagi whispered.
Mamoru had enough. He wasn't sure what Usagi was doing, but with her talks about genie's and all earlier, she was probably telling all the kids she was a magic genie and she could make all their wishes come true. He cleared his throat, and Usagi looked back with a sly smile on her face, as if she knew he had been there the entire time. She said goodbye to all the children, and walked off with Mamoru.
"Ne, Mamoru-san, I'm sure I can make your wish come true too," she said, smiling. Mamoru frowned. He wasn't some child, falling for her stories from her mind of dreams. "Usagi. I want to talk to you seriously about this genie thing of yours."
Usagi sighed. "Finally! I thought you would never understand!" Mamoru shook his head. This girl still had a long way to go, but at least she stopped the shrill screaming.
He brought Usagi back to his office, and had her sit down in one of the chairs this time, instead of on the filing cabinet. "Okay, Usagi. I want to hear about this genie thing."
She smiled triumphantly. Hopefully she would get through to him, unlike all the others who had tried to 'help' her before. "How old do you think I am, Mamoru-san?"
Mamoru took a good look at his patient. "I'd say early twenties, why?"
She laughed. "Try four hundred years."
"Four... hundred? You're kidding, right? That's just not possible." 'This girl needs more help than I thought...'
"It is possible when you have the immortality of a genie," Usagi affirmed. "I can tell you're one of those people who can't believe until you have something to prove it. If you really have to have proof, watch the paperweight on your desk very closely."
Humoring the girl, Mamoru stared at the small glass cube. He was startled to see it rise off the surface of the desk about three inches into the air without either of them touching it.
"I don't know how you're doing it, but this is impossible. You've got some wires rigged up to it, don't you? I bet you did it when you were hiding in here earlier."
Usagi smiled smugly, pointed to the cube and slowly closed her fist. The cube dropped to the desk with a clunk and lay still.
"Why must you mortals be so skeptical? Magic still exists in this world as long as people believe. I just happen to be one of the carriers of that magic. Most of it resides in wishes, however, so I can't normally use it whenever I want."
"Normally? Why do you mean by that?"
Usagi sweatdropped. "Well, that's part of the reason why I'm stuck here in this world. I was so tired of granting only three wishes to the people who deserved them. So I would be a little lenient and give out a couple extras. My people caught wind of what I was doing, and punished me for breaking the genie code. So I'm stuck here on Earth until they decide I can come home."
Mamoru leaned back in his chair, and raised an eyebrow skeptically. She laughed at his expression. "You still don't believe me, do you? C'mon," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of his chair, "there's one more thing I have to show you that will give you plenty of proof."
Pulling a protesting Mamoru down the hallway, she dragged him back into her room. Usagi dove under her bed, and pulled out a odd-shaped object wrapped in a silk scarf. She handed it to Mamoru. "This should give you all the proof you need."
He took the object reluctantly and pulled the scarf away, revealing a very old ornate bottle, complete with a crystal stopper. "It's a bottle."
"Very good, Sherlock," Usagi quipped. "It's my bottle. Where I've lived for the last four hundred years."
He peered at the bottle. "You're trying to tell me that you fit into this little bottle somehow?"
Usagi sighed. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but this is my last resort. Will you take out the stopper, please?"
Mamoru glanced quizzically at Usagi, but did as he was told. With another sigh, she snapped her fingers, and disappeared in a purple puff of smoke.
He was flabbergasted. Beyond speech. Had he just seen what he thought he saw? Mamoru blinked once, thinking he was just seeing things. As he opened them, he realized he wasn't.
Squinting, he peered into the opening of the bottle. "U--Usagi-chan? Are you in there?" He couldn't believe this, he was talking to a bottle.
"I can here you loud and clear, doctor," came her sarcastic reply. It was Usagi all right. No one else talked to him like that.
"Anou...how did you get in there, Usagi-chan?"
An exasperated sigh rose up from the bottle. "Weren't you paying any attention? I snapped my fingers, remember?"
He slipped his pinky into the mouth of the bottle, but pulled it out before it could get stuck. "Well, how do you get out?" He could almost hear her smirking. "That's up to you, doctor. You're a smart one, you figure it out."
Mamoru pulled a face, as if she could see it. With a sigh, he did the only thing he knew how to do to a bottle. He shook it vigorously.
"MAAAAMORUUU! You bakkkkkaaaa!" came Usagi's rattled scream. "That's nnnotttt wwwhhhaaattt I mmmeeeaannnttt! Stttoooppp shhhaaakkkinnnggg meeee!"
He stopped on command. "Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Haven't you ever seen movies with genies in them? Remember Aladdin? What did HE do to get the genie out?"
Mamoru's mind almost went blank. "Ummm, rubbed the lamp?"
"Tell him what he's won! Hai, you baka! Rub the bottle, please!" she replied dryly.
There was nothing else he COULD do, so he complied with her request. As soon as he rubbed the bottle, the purple smoke reappeared in the room, and as it dissipated, Usagi was standing next to Mamoru, looking quite disheveled and very peeved.
She marched up to him and wrenched the bottle from his hands. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she muttered, "Don't EVER do that again."
Mamoru nodded. He *still* could hardly believe what happened. The fact remained though that she turned into purple smoke, went into the bottle, and came out again after he had rubbed the bottle. He put a hand up to his head to see if he had a fever.
"Nope, no fever..." he muttered. He looked straight at Usagi. "You really are a genie, aren't you?" He asked.
She nodded and held her bottle, making sure that nothing was done to it. "You *finally* believe me, baka. It took you long enough. I thought I wouldn't have to resort to such drastic measures."
Mamoru sat on the edge of the bed. "Ne, Usagi, how did you become a genie in the first place? Are you born one?"
Usagi's eyes grew sad. "Iie. You are sold into it, like slavery. You are captured when you are young, and the bond is forced upon you. It's supposed to be a great honor sometimes. Let me tell you of my life."
Mamoru nodded. He knew that Usagi wasn't crazy now, and he was going to do all that he could to get her out of this place. He was her doctor. He could declare her mentally healthy.
Usagi's voice drifted around him, and he was lulled by it, almost feeling and seeing the past as she described it to him.
"When I was about nineteen, I was still living with my family, taking care of my mother. My father had died some years back of some disease that had been in our town at the time. I had gone out to the market, wary of what could happen, since there had been reports of many girls being kidnapped. I didn't want to be in that group. So I went, armed with what knowledge I had to defend myself."
"I had just reached the outskirts of the market when I was taken. Meaning, I was there one second, and gone the next. I knew what had happened as soon as I saw where I had landed, and I dreaded life after that. I had been sold into slavery...and it could only have been willingly done by a family member. I did not wonder who betrayed me. It was too late at that point. I accepted my fate as being one of the immortal genies, a slave to the master that held my bottle."
Usagi sighed, focusing on the bottle she held in her hands. "Anyway, I was taught the rules that I had to follow, I was taught how to use magic and how to grant wishes. I was given my bottle, the one that you see now. Then I was given the test of going in my bottle, and making it my new home. My bottle was
transported far away from my home, and my work as a genie was to begin. I could only grant so many types of wishes. One, I couldn't have someone become immortal. Or to overtake the world. It would make things a bit messy. Our group was very strict with wishes. What types, to who, and how many where given out. I directed my will to only those who truly needed wishes given to them."
Again she paused in her story telling, this time to look briefly at Mamoru. She smiled and shook her head. He was so clueless.
"Anyway, things were going quite well. Sometimes my term inside the bottle was long, sometimes it was just a short wait in between masters. Then there was the time where I waited for a hundred years. I was told that I was being "punished" and that after my punishment, I would be let out of the bottle to a worse fate. I had no idea what they were talking about, until I made it to this place where I am told I am insane when I say I'm a genie. Even the promise of wishes did not help them. You are the first one to believe me, Mamoru-san. Arigato."
Usagi smiled at him. Mamoru finally found his voice. "Ne, Usagi-chan. How would you like to be out of this place? In a home?" He asked. Usagi turned to him, smiling. "As long as you say I'm stable, it's easy to get out. No one will ever see me. They'll just remember me in passing, and then that's it."
Mamoru looked at her. "What do you mean, nobody will see you?" He asked. "You have to walk out the front doors." Usagi hung her head.
"Baka! Did you forget about the bottle? It's very simple now. All you have to do is "check me out" and I can handle the rest from there. Just get my bottle, and always carry it on you! And no shaking me this time!"
Mamoru nodded. "I won't!" Frankly, he wanted to see her pull this off. He felt sorry for her now, and he believed her more than ever. He knew the crazy could tell any number of stories, but Usagi's seemed to come straight from the heart, and his heart went out to her for it, and for being so brave. Usagi handed him the bottle and she closed her eyes as she snapped her fingers to go into the bottle. She turned into the purple smoke again, and Mamoru could swear he saw her smile before she completely vanished into the confines of the bottle.
There is a reference to Aladdin in here, but it's only a reference. If it were the real thing, we'd be in trouble... We in no way own Aladdin...we've never been near the boy! *hides Abu* We may have a thing for two-dimensional male heroes, but we stop at Disney. ^_~ On with the show!
Crazy For You 3/9
By Lazuli [jupiterlightning@yahoo.com]
And Elysia [ely_chan@yahoo.com]
Mamoru tried to control his reaction. After all, he was being let off easily. He had to take care of Usagi? He was sure she was out to get him somehow. He put on a serious expression though, and consented to the agreement. He would very much miss the rest of his patients, especially Mika, but he was sure that Usagi would always keep him on his toes.
Mamoru was right in his assumption. Somehow Usagi had a talent for breaking out of her room that he could not trace. It was as if she just simply reappeared in and out of the room at will. He sighed. He wished that she would stay in the room. He was getting tired of chasing that girl all over the hospital. He ran a hand through his hair. He wondered where she could be now. She wasn't even on this floor, he was sure of it. He went down to the next floor, which was the pediatrics ward. He caught Usagi smiling and talking with a bunch of children. Listening in, he smiled at how caring and sweet she looked, no matter that she was certifiably crazy, and starting to drive him in that direction!
"What is your wish?" She asked a small, brown-haired girl, who had her hair up in part buns. The girl smiled. "I just want to get out of this hospital. My mommy says I have a bad cold, and if I wish really hard, then my wish will come true."
Usagi smiled, and patted the girl on the head, much like an older sister. She had an unusually serious look on her face. "I'm sure that we can grant your wish, Miaka-chan." Usagi whispered.
Mamoru had enough. He wasn't sure what Usagi was doing, but with her talks about genie's and all earlier, she was probably telling all the kids she was a magic genie and she could make all their wishes come true. He cleared his throat, and Usagi looked back with a sly smile on her face, as if she knew he had been there the entire time. She said goodbye to all the children, and walked off with Mamoru.
"Ne, Mamoru-san, I'm sure I can make your wish come true too," she said, smiling. Mamoru frowned. He wasn't some child, falling for her stories from her mind of dreams. "Usagi. I want to talk to you seriously about this genie thing of yours."
Usagi sighed. "Finally! I thought you would never understand!" Mamoru shook his head. This girl still had a long way to go, but at least she stopped the shrill screaming.
He brought Usagi back to his office, and had her sit down in one of the chairs this time, instead of on the filing cabinet. "Okay, Usagi. I want to hear about this genie thing."
She smiled triumphantly. Hopefully she would get through to him, unlike all the others who had tried to 'help' her before. "How old do you think I am, Mamoru-san?"
Mamoru took a good look at his patient. "I'd say early twenties, why?"
She laughed. "Try four hundred years."
"Four... hundred? You're kidding, right? That's just not possible." 'This girl needs more help than I thought...'
"It is possible when you have the immortality of a genie," Usagi affirmed. "I can tell you're one of those people who can't believe until you have something to prove it. If you really have to have proof, watch the paperweight on your desk very closely."
Humoring the girl, Mamoru stared at the small glass cube. He was startled to see it rise off the surface of the desk about three inches into the air without either of them touching it.
"I don't know how you're doing it, but this is impossible. You've got some wires rigged up to it, don't you? I bet you did it when you were hiding in here earlier."
Usagi smiled smugly, pointed to the cube and slowly closed her fist. The cube dropped to the desk with a clunk and lay still.
"Why must you mortals be so skeptical? Magic still exists in this world as long as people believe. I just happen to be one of the carriers of that magic. Most of it resides in wishes, however, so I can't normally use it whenever I want."
"Normally? Why do you mean by that?"
Usagi sweatdropped. "Well, that's part of the reason why I'm stuck here in this world. I was so tired of granting only three wishes to the people who deserved them. So I would be a little lenient and give out a couple extras. My people caught wind of what I was doing, and punished me for breaking the genie code. So I'm stuck here on Earth until they decide I can come home."
Mamoru leaned back in his chair, and raised an eyebrow skeptically. She laughed at his expression. "You still don't believe me, do you? C'mon," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of his chair, "there's one more thing I have to show you that will give you plenty of proof."
Pulling a protesting Mamoru down the hallway, she dragged him back into her room. Usagi dove under her bed, and pulled out a odd-shaped object wrapped in a silk scarf. She handed it to Mamoru. "This should give you all the proof you need."
He took the object reluctantly and pulled the scarf away, revealing a very old ornate bottle, complete with a crystal stopper. "It's a bottle."
"Very good, Sherlock," Usagi quipped. "It's my bottle. Where I've lived for the last four hundred years."
He peered at the bottle. "You're trying to tell me that you fit into this little bottle somehow?"
Usagi sighed. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but this is my last resort. Will you take out the stopper, please?"
Mamoru glanced quizzically at Usagi, but did as he was told. With another sigh, she snapped her fingers, and disappeared in a purple puff of smoke.
He was flabbergasted. Beyond speech. Had he just seen what he thought he saw? Mamoru blinked once, thinking he was just seeing things. As he opened them, he realized he wasn't.
Squinting, he peered into the opening of the bottle. "U--Usagi-chan? Are you in there?" He couldn't believe this, he was talking to a bottle.
"I can here you loud and clear, doctor," came her sarcastic reply. It was Usagi all right. No one else talked to him like that.
"Anou...how did you get in there, Usagi-chan?"
An exasperated sigh rose up from the bottle. "Weren't you paying any attention? I snapped my fingers, remember?"
He slipped his pinky into the mouth of the bottle, but pulled it out before it could get stuck. "Well, how do you get out?" He could almost hear her smirking. "That's up to you, doctor. You're a smart one, you figure it out."
Mamoru pulled a face, as if she could see it. With a sigh, he did the only thing he knew how to do to a bottle. He shook it vigorously.
"MAAAAMORUUU! You bakkkkkaaaa!" came Usagi's rattled scream. "That's nnnotttt wwwhhhaaattt I mmmeeeaannnttt! Stttoooppp shhhaaakkkinnnggg meeee!"
He stopped on command. "Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Haven't you ever seen movies with genies in them? Remember Aladdin? What did HE do to get the genie out?"
Mamoru's mind almost went blank. "Ummm, rubbed the lamp?"
"Tell him what he's won! Hai, you baka! Rub the bottle, please!" she replied dryly.
There was nothing else he COULD do, so he complied with her request. As soon as he rubbed the bottle, the purple smoke reappeared in the room, and as it dissipated, Usagi was standing next to Mamoru, looking quite disheveled and very peeved.
She marched up to him and wrenched the bottle from his hands. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, she muttered, "Don't EVER do that again."
Mamoru nodded. He *still* could hardly believe what happened. The fact remained though that she turned into purple smoke, went into the bottle, and came out again after he had rubbed the bottle. He put a hand up to his head to see if he had a fever.
"Nope, no fever..." he muttered. He looked straight at Usagi. "You really are a genie, aren't you?" He asked.
She nodded and held her bottle, making sure that nothing was done to it. "You *finally* believe me, baka. It took you long enough. I thought I wouldn't have to resort to such drastic measures."
Mamoru sat on the edge of the bed. "Ne, Usagi, how did you become a genie in the first place? Are you born one?"
Usagi's eyes grew sad. "Iie. You are sold into it, like slavery. You are captured when you are young, and the bond is forced upon you. It's supposed to be a great honor sometimes. Let me tell you of my life."
Mamoru nodded. He knew that Usagi wasn't crazy now, and he was going to do all that he could to get her out of this place. He was her doctor. He could declare her mentally healthy.
Usagi's voice drifted around him, and he was lulled by it, almost feeling and seeing the past as she described it to him.
"When I was about nineteen, I was still living with my family, taking care of my mother. My father had died some years back of some disease that had been in our town at the time. I had gone out to the market, wary of what could happen, since there had been reports of many girls being kidnapped. I didn't want to be in that group. So I went, armed with what knowledge I had to defend myself."
"I had just reached the outskirts of the market when I was taken. Meaning, I was there one second, and gone the next. I knew what had happened as soon as I saw where I had landed, and I dreaded life after that. I had been sold into slavery...and it could only have been willingly done by a family member. I did not wonder who betrayed me. It was too late at that point. I accepted my fate as being one of the immortal genies, a slave to the master that held my bottle."
Usagi sighed, focusing on the bottle she held in her hands. "Anyway, I was taught the rules that I had to follow, I was taught how to use magic and how to grant wishes. I was given my bottle, the one that you see now. Then I was given the test of going in my bottle, and making it my new home. My bottle was
transported far away from my home, and my work as a genie was to begin. I could only grant so many types of wishes. One, I couldn't have someone become immortal. Or to overtake the world. It would make things a bit messy. Our group was very strict with wishes. What types, to who, and how many where given out. I directed my will to only those who truly needed wishes given to them."
Again she paused in her story telling, this time to look briefly at Mamoru. She smiled and shook her head. He was so clueless.
"Anyway, things were going quite well. Sometimes my term inside the bottle was long, sometimes it was just a short wait in between masters. Then there was the time where I waited for a hundred years. I was told that I was being "punished" and that after my punishment, I would be let out of the bottle to a worse fate. I had no idea what they were talking about, until I made it to this place where I am told I am insane when I say I'm a genie. Even the promise of wishes did not help them. You are the first one to believe me, Mamoru-san. Arigato."
Usagi smiled at him. Mamoru finally found his voice. "Ne, Usagi-chan. How would you like to be out of this place? In a home?" He asked. Usagi turned to him, smiling. "As long as you say I'm stable, it's easy to get out. No one will ever see me. They'll just remember me in passing, and then that's it."
Mamoru looked at her. "What do you mean, nobody will see you?" He asked. "You have to walk out the front doors." Usagi hung her head.
"Baka! Did you forget about the bottle? It's very simple now. All you have to do is "check me out" and I can handle the rest from there. Just get my bottle, and always carry it on you! And no shaking me this time!"
Mamoru nodded. "I won't!" Frankly, he wanted to see her pull this off. He felt sorry for her now, and he believed her more than ever. He knew the crazy could tell any number of stories, but Usagi's seemed to come straight from the heart, and his heart went out to her for it, and for being so brave. Usagi handed him the bottle and she closed her eyes as she snapped her fingers to go into the bottle. She turned into the purple smoke again, and Mamoru could swear he saw her smile before she completely vanished into the confines of the bottle.