Lover's Last Breath
black beyond
black_beyond@hotmail.com
Mamoru the Stalker
~'~
Ah. This bit's shorter, but it's not very sappy! Oy, there's a bit of cursing
in here... warning. But she's throwing a tantrum... everyone curses during a
tantrum... yes?
Ai, nevermind.
~'~
"Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid! What came over me? Why did you let me do that? They're going to be after my blood! Minako! Haruka! You idiots! I'm a moron-- how the fuck could you let me--"
"Usagi, please." Michael tried to calm her.
"I don't see the fuss." Everyone quieted at Hotaru's smirking comment. She shrugged at the stares. "Well, I don't."
"How?" Minako asked.
Hotaru smiledsmirked. "Well, it had to happen someday, Usagi. And Michael has taken it all very well. See? He likes the idea you're gonna kick ass and rule the world."
Michael nodded enthusiastically. "I always knew you'd go places, Love Bunny."
Hotaru held back a giggle. "And besides, it's not like you could hide forever. They've called a senshi meeting, and I want Tsukino Usagi to show her face to Tokyo again, Usagi." Hotaru said it meaningfully. "Get some two-day blonde hairdye and we'll visit your mom, have a happy reunion, and dig up some of your clothes. Give the senshi something to have a heart attack over."
Setsuna clapped, delighted. "Yes! And Seiya will be there, Usagi. Makoto said EVERYONE."
Haruka chuckled. "This is going to be fun."
Usagi shook her head. "Nope."
"No to what?" Minako asked, frowning. "I like it."
Michael smiled. "So do I, Usa. And if this Keiko-chick doesn't even know who you are, then you should probably prove to her that my Usako-love does not DITCH people." He stood up, scowling protectively. "My Usako-love is loving and caring and gorgeous and nice and kind and elegant and--"
"God, cut it out already, before I gag." Minako stuck a finger down her throat.
"I think it's sweet." Michiru sighed, scotting closer to Haruka. "It would be nice, HINT HINT, if someone would compliment me more often. HARUKA." She commented. Haruka reached up and loosed her collar, glaring at Michael, who wasn't paying attention, as he and Usagi had started a game of tonsil hockey.
"Michael's worse than Mamoru." Minako groaned. "At least he refused to touch her when we were around."
Setsuna snorted. "Ha. You think it's bad *now*? Just you wait." She shuddered at some mental image. "It gets worse. It gets much, much worse."
Michiru looked at her curiously. "Revealing the future again, dear Setsuna?"
Haruka groaned. "Oh, please. Don't get her started, I beg of you. It's in some book-- she can say whatever she wants. Let her. Let her talk. Just don't make her pull out that book."
Usagi broke apart from Michael for a second. "Why? It wasn't that bad, Haruka."
Setsuna cackled to herself while Haruka made a face.
"Yeah, well you didn't get to see it. I caught a glimpse of a few others-- involving food stuffs and live rodents and where you may or may not shove them in case of extreme anger."
Setsuna thought for a moment, and then grinned. "You mean Rule #823, page 680. Yeah, it was created a few millennia back when a sailorpluto shoved a--"
"That's enough, thank you." Michiru interrupted. "Quite enough. We get the picture."
"Wait, I want to hea--" Michael started, but Usagi silenced him with a long, steamy kiss that continued on for some while.
"Anyway..." Setsuna wore a catlike smile. "It's a very lovely story.
"Yeah, I *bet* it is." Haruka muttered. She glanced over at Michael and Usagi and shuddered. "Get a room, you two." She barked.
"This is a room." Michael muttered, against Usagi's lips.
"Two points!" Minako tried not to look too happy as Haruka stomped out of the room. Michiru followed with a half-grin, laughing over it all.
"That reminds me." Setsuna smiled mysteriously, once the infamous duo had left to go upstairs. "I need to give you your sword, Michael."
"Sword?" Usagi jerked away from her koibito. "He's not a fighter. He signs little papers for a living. He doesn't know how to handle a sword."
"Oh." Setsuna spoke slyly. "So all those fencing lessons when he was little just happened for nothing. Alright. No sword. No protector. Hell, fine with me. Makes my life easier."
Usagi rolled her eyes.
"Com'on, Usagi." Hotaru commanded, standing up and tugging on Usagi's wrist. "Let's go find some bleach. Hey, hey! You can dye it back, I swear. And we'll need to either borrow MInako's clothing--"
"Hey! Use me, will ya!"
"Or visit your parents. It's up to you, *Love Bunny*." Hotaru jumped away as Usagi swatted at her.
"I've got something that my grandmother brought for me a couple of years ago that I never wore." Minako suggested helpfully. "It's just perfect if you're going to go playing Old Usagi."
Michael spoke up. "I want to see this." At Minako's odd look, he explained. "I always thought Usa would look good as a blonde, so I want to see her as one." he shrugged. "And I want to hear more about your past."
Usagi sighed, and alowed herself to be led out of the house by MInako and Hotaru, Michael tailing behind.
"Wait." She hissed, a familiar green jacket catching her eye. Hotaru froze, and Minako took another step before stopping. Michael crashed into Usagi, but didn't knock her over.
"He's spying on us." A rare anger flared up in Hotaru's voice. "Keiko's with him-- look behind that corner. You can see her hair."
Usagi shrugged, her eyes locked directly onto Mamoru's cold, blue ones. "I don't care." She denounced, loud and clear. "They may do as they wish. Let us do the same."
~'~
Mamoru's blood boiled. Not only had she spotted him right off, but had directly challenged his acts as deceitful. He had no options-- he could either attack her, which would be dishonorable in any right, or he could walk away.
He shot a look at his girlfriend, and saw her fists were clenched. No, he couldn't walk away. He glanced back at the group to see they were piling into Hotaru's jeep and, screeching tires, heading in down the street in their direction.
Squealing to a stop, Hotaru grinned as the strange brunette leaned out of the window.
"Love to see some things never change, Mamo-chan!" She blew him a kiss and then Hotaru slammed on the gas and they were out of sight. There was something familiar about the way she'd called to him, the flash of her gray-blue eyes or the light lilt in her sultry voice--
"Mamo-chan..." Keiko brought him back to the real world. "Your motorcycle is over there. let's go!" She tugged at his arm.
He nodded, remembering the broach. He followed Hotaru, always staying a block and then some behind. He knew they knew he was there, but it made him feel better if Hotaru wasn't in glaive-throwing distance.
The jeep had stopped once, at a small pharmacy. Only the brunette had got out, and she'd returned so quickly that by the time Mamoru got close enough to realize that the jeep had stopped it was off again, twisting down a series of streets that were very familiar.
"They're going to Minako's!" Keiko gasped, hugging him tighter. He realized as he rounded the corner on his beloved bike that she was right. The black jeep had screeched to a stop-- why Michiru let Haruka teach Hotaru how to drive he never figured out-- and everyone rushed inside, a blur of hair and feet.
He found a better hiding place than before, warned Keiko to keep her helmet on in case of the need of a quick exit, and waited. And waited.
He checked his watch. Keiko had been good about not complaining, but it had been an hour.
"Good god, girl!" Minako's loud voice hit his ears suddenly, making him jump. "I swear, you're just creepy. Michael, tell me that's not creepy."
The man's voice, Michael Whatshisface: "I think it's sexy."
Hotaru was the first person he saw as she left the house. "Yeah. Haruka would like it, anyway. Minako's right, though. It's creepy."
The brunette came out next, calling a goodbye to Minako's parents. She now wore a light pink sundress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was pushed up under a baseball cap that had been pulled down low over her face. A whisp of what might have been blonde hair peeked out, but he dismissed it as the glare of sunset.
Michael followed. "I think it's adorable. You should have told me, bunny. You could have snagged that goddess part at the Little Sun Threatre if you didn't mind changing a bit."
She snorted. "I will not play Aphrodite." She proclaimed loudly. "Minako does that job well enough. Besides..." Her eyes darted to his hiding place, and he cursed softly. "I think I liked playing bitch roles."
Michael grinned. "And I liked you in them." He looked back at Minako, who shut the door behind her. "You may not believe me, I don't know, but my love bunny is a terrific actress. Sometimes she even forgot to get out of character when she came home..."
The brunette cackled softly.
"Yeah. I remember. Heh heh. We had fun."
Hotaru shook her head sadly, and Minako pushed michael into the back of the jeep. "That's enough of that." She shuddered.
"Do you know her, Mamoru?" Keiko asked softly, as the brunette climbed in after Michael. "She seems to know the rest of the senshi very well."
Mamoru shook his head. "She's familiar, but I don't know her. I don't think Haruka told her anything-- Haruka's not exceptionally close to her family."
"Hey, let's go see Motoki!" the brunette called out cheerfully, as Minako jumped in and Hotaru walked around to the driver's side. "I haven't seen him for ages!"
"Oh, you're going to love it!" Minako shrieked happily, as Hotaru revved the engine. "He finally married Rika, and wow, he's gotten SO handsome. And I think Rika's pregnant, but no word on that yet. Wow, he's going to get a real shock when he sees you-- especially you with Michael and not with... well, you know."
She might have said more, but Hotaru nearly killed two pedestrians as she hauled ass out of there. Mamoru shook his head before leaving his own set of black marks on the pavement, Keiko giggling as she clung to his waist.
"Hey, Mamo-chan!" She called, after they'd gone a few kilometers. "It's almost time for the senshi meeting. Lucky we're on the right road..." She trailed off.
"They're taking her to the senshi meeting." She stated bluntly.
Mamoru shrugged. "Maybe not." But he knew otherwise.
"Mamoru, do you think she's working for the dark kingdom?" Keiko asked anxiously. "Maybe she brainwashed the outers and she does have the broach.."
Mamoru shook her head, and pulled to a stop in front of the temple. The jeep had not stopped, to his confusion. He pulled off his helmet and turned to look at her as he helped her off. "She turned the broach into a higher power level, and it allowed her to use its power. She has to be good, pure good, to do that."
Keiko snorted. "She doesn't see very pure to me."
Mamoru shrugged.
~'~
Hehehehe.... oh, I'm having fun, can't you tell? I always wanted to do a story like this.
It's more fun than you'd likely think. It's quite delightful to torture Mamoru in this
way... but don't worry. I'm not going tot be so very mean to him much longer...
He's about to get the shock of his life... hehehehe...
~'~
black beyond
black_beyond@hotmail.com
Mamoru the Stalker
~'~
Ah. This bit's shorter, but it's not very sappy! Oy, there's a bit of cursing
in here... warning. But she's throwing a tantrum... everyone curses during a
tantrum... yes?
Ai, nevermind.
~'~
"Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid! What came over me? Why did you let me do that? They're going to be after my blood! Minako! Haruka! You idiots! I'm a moron-- how the fuck could you let me--"
"Usagi, please." Michael tried to calm her.
"I don't see the fuss." Everyone quieted at Hotaru's smirking comment. She shrugged at the stares. "Well, I don't."
"How?" Minako asked.
Hotaru smiledsmirked. "Well, it had to happen someday, Usagi. And Michael has taken it all very well. See? He likes the idea you're gonna kick ass and rule the world."
Michael nodded enthusiastically. "I always knew you'd go places, Love Bunny."
Hotaru held back a giggle. "And besides, it's not like you could hide forever. They've called a senshi meeting, and I want Tsukino Usagi to show her face to Tokyo again, Usagi." Hotaru said it meaningfully. "Get some two-day blonde hairdye and we'll visit your mom, have a happy reunion, and dig up some of your clothes. Give the senshi something to have a heart attack over."
Setsuna clapped, delighted. "Yes! And Seiya will be there, Usagi. Makoto said EVERYONE."
Haruka chuckled. "This is going to be fun."
Usagi shook her head. "Nope."
"No to what?" Minako asked, frowning. "I like it."
Michael smiled. "So do I, Usa. And if this Keiko-chick doesn't even know who you are, then you should probably prove to her that my Usako-love does not DITCH people." He stood up, scowling protectively. "My Usako-love is loving and caring and gorgeous and nice and kind and elegant and--"
"God, cut it out already, before I gag." Minako stuck a finger down her throat.
"I think it's sweet." Michiru sighed, scotting closer to Haruka. "It would be nice, HINT HINT, if someone would compliment me more often. HARUKA." She commented. Haruka reached up and loosed her collar, glaring at Michael, who wasn't paying attention, as he and Usagi had started a game of tonsil hockey.
"Michael's worse than Mamoru." Minako groaned. "At least he refused to touch her when we were around."
Setsuna snorted. "Ha. You think it's bad *now*? Just you wait." She shuddered at some mental image. "It gets worse. It gets much, much worse."
Michiru looked at her curiously. "Revealing the future again, dear Setsuna?"
Haruka groaned. "Oh, please. Don't get her started, I beg of you. It's in some book-- she can say whatever she wants. Let her. Let her talk. Just don't make her pull out that book."
Usagi broke apart from Michael for a second. "Why? It wasn't that bad, Haruka."
Setsuna cackled to herself while Haruka made a face.
"Yeah, well you didn't get to see it. I caught a glimpse of a few others-- involving food stuffs and live rodents and where you may or may not shove them in case of extreme anger."
Setsuna thought for a moment, and then grinned. "You mean Rule #823, page 680. Yeah, it was created a few millennia back when a sailorpluto shoved a--"
"That's enough, thank you." Michiru interrupted. "Quite enough. We get the picture."
"Wait, I want to hea--" Michael started, but Usagi silenced him with a long, steamy kiss that continued on for some while.
"Anyway..." Setsuna wore a catlike smile. "It's a very lovely story.
"Yeah, I *bet* it is." Haruka muttered. She glanced over at Michael and Usagi and shuddered. "Get a room, you two." She barked.
"This is a room." Michael muttered, against Usagi's lips.
"Two points!" Minako tried not to look too happy as Haruka stomped out of the room. Michiru followed with a half-grin, laughing over it all.
"That reminds me." Setsuna smiled mysteriously, once the infamous duo had left to go upstairs. "I need to give you your sword, Michael."
"Sword?" Usagi jerked away from her koibito. "He's not a fighter. He signs little papers for a living. He doesn't know how to handle a sword."
"Oh." Setsuna spoke slyly. "So all those fencing lessons when he was little just happened for nothing. Alright. No sword. No protector. Hell, fine with me. Makes my life easier."
Usagi rolled her eyes.
"Com'on, Usagi." Hotaru commanded, standing up and tugging on Usagi's wrist. "Let's go find some bleach. Hey, hey! You can dye it back, I swear. And we'll need to either borrow MInako's clothing--"
"Hey! Use me, will ya!"
"Or visit your parents. It's up to you, *Love Bunny*." Hotaru jumped away as Usagi swatted at her.
"I've got something that my grandmother brought for me a couple of years ago that I never wore." Minako suggested helpfully. "It's just perfect if you're going to go playing Old Usagi."
Michael spoke up. "I want to see this." At Minako's odd look, he explained. "I always thought Usa would look good as a blonde, so I want to see her as one." he shrugged. "And I want to hear more about your past."
Usagi sighed, and alowed herself to be led out of the house by MInako and Hotaru, Michael tailing behind.
"Wait." She hissed, a familiar green jacket catching her eye. Hotaru froze, and Minako took another step before stopping. Michael crashed into Usagi, but didn't knock her over.
"He's spying on us." A rare anger flared up in Hotaru's voice. "Keiko's with him-- look behind that corner. You can see her hair."
Usagi shrugged, her eyes locked directly onto Mamoru's cold, blue ones. "I don't care." She denounced, loud and clear. "They may do as they wish. Let us do the same."
~'~
Mamoru's blood boiled. Not only had she spotted him right off, but had directly challenged his acts as deceitful. He had no options-- he could either attack her, which would be dishonorable in any right, or he could walk away.
He shot a look at his girlfriend, and saw her fists were clenched. No, he couldn't walk away. He glanced back at the group to see they were piling into Hotaru's jeep and, screeching tires, heading in down the street in their direction.
Squealing to a stop, Hotaru grinned as the strange brunette leaned out of the window.
"Love to see some things never change, Mamo-chan!" She blew him a kiss and then Hotaru slammed on the gas and they were out of sight. There was something familiar about the way she'd called to him, the flash of her gray-blue eyes or the light lilt in her sultry voice--
"Mamo-chan..." Keiko brought him back to the real world. "Your motorcycle is over there. let's go!" She tugged at his arm.
He nodded, remembering the broach. He followed Hotaru, always staying a block and then some behind. He knew they knew he was there, but it made him feel better if Hotaru wasn't in glaive-throwing distance.
The jeep had stopped once, at a small pharmacy. Only the brunette had got out, and she'd returned so quickly that by the time Mamoru got close enough to realize that the jeep had stopped it was off again, twisting down a series of streets that were very familiar.
"They're going to Minako's!" Keiko gasped, hugging him tighter. He realized as he rounded the corner on his beloved bike that she was right. The black jeep had screeched to a stop-- why Michiru let Haruka teach Hotaru how to drive he never figured out-- and everyone rushed inside, a blur of hair and feet.
He found a better hiding place than before, warned Keiko to keep her helmet on in case of the need of a quick exit, and waited. And waited.
He checked his watch. Keiko had been good about not complaining, but it had been an hour.
"Good god, girl!" Minako's loud voice hit his ears suddenly, making him jump. "I swear, you're just creepy. Michael, tell me that's not creepy."
The man's voice, Michael Whatshisface: "I think it's sexy."
Hotaru was the first person he saw as she left the house. "Yeah. Haruka would like it, anyway. Minako's right, though. It's creepy."
The brunette came out next, calling a goodbye to Minako's parents. She now wore a light pink sundress with spaghetti straps. Her hair was pushed up under a baseball cap that had been pulled down low over her face. A whisp of what might have been blonde hair peeked out, but he dismissed it as the glare of sunset.
Michael followed. "I think it's adorable. You should have told me, bunny. You could have snagged that goddess part at the Little Sun Threatre if you didn't mind changing a bit."
She snorted. "I will not play Aphrodite." She proclaimed loudly. "Minako does that job well enough. Besides..." Her eyes darted to his hiding place, and he cursed softly. "I think I liked playing bitch roles."
Michael grinned. "And I liked you in them." He looked back at Minako, who shut the door behind her. "You may not believe me, I don't know, but my love bunny is a terrific actress. Sometimes she even forgot to get out of character when she came home..."
The brunette cackled softly.
"Yeah. I remember. Heh heh. We had fun."
Hotaru shook her head sadly, and Minako pushed michael into the back of the jeep. "That's enough of that." She shuddered.
"Do you know her, Mamoru?" Keiko asked softly, as the brunette climbed in after Michael. "She seems to know the rest of the senshi very well."
Mamoru shook his head. "She's familiar, but I don't know her. I don't think Haruka told her anything-- Haruka's not exceptionally close to her family."
"Hey, let's go see Motoki!" the brunette called out cheerfully, as Minako jumped in and Hotaru walked around to the driver's side. "I haven't seen him for ages!"
"Oh, you're going to love it!" Minako shrieked happily, as Hotaru revved the engine. "He finally married Rika, and wow, he's gotten SO handsome. And I think Rika's pregnant, but no word on that yet. Wow, he's going to get a real shock when he sees you-- especially you with Michael and not with... well, you know."
She might have said more, but Hotaru nearly killed two pedestrians as she hauled ass out of there. Mamoru shook his head before leaving his own set of black marks on the pavement, Keiko giggling as she clung to his waist.
"Hey, Mamo-chan!" She called, after they'd gone a few kilometers. "It's almost time for the senshi meeting. Lucky we're on the right road..." She trailed off.
"They're taking her to the senshi meeting." She stated bluntly.
Mamoru shrugged. "Maybe not." But he knew otherwise.
"Mamoru, do you think she's working for the dark kingdom?" Keiko asked anxiously. "Maybe she brainwashed the outers and she does have the broach.."
Mamoru shook her head, and pulled to a stop in front of the temple. The jeep had not stopped, to his confusion. He pulled off his helmet and turned to look at her as he helped her off. "She turned the broach into a higher power level, and it allowed her to use its power. She has to be good, pure good, to do that."
Keiko snorted. "She doesn't see very pure to me."
Mamoru shrugged.
~'~
Hehehehe.... oh, I'm having fun, can't you tell? I always wanted to do a story like this.
It's more fun than you'd likely think. It's quite delightful to torture Mamoru in this
way... but don't worry. I'm not going tot be so very mean to him much longer...
He's about to get the shock of his life... hehehehe...
~'~