I do not own Sailor Moon. I am back, avec a new chapter! This fics seems
more popular than my other one, so I guess I will be working on this for a
while. I am writing this for you guys, so I guess what you want is what I
will do. By the way, I have finals coming up soon, (school is evil) so it
might take some time for me to update.
Chapter 3
The Academy
He stared at her blankly for a few moments before recognition filled his eyes, "Usa- Usagi?"
Usagi looked up at his eyes, completely speechless.
What was the matter with her? She had dreamed of this moment for years, the day she would finally meet him again. She had played it out in her mind so many times, he would recognize her, she would make some witty comment and walk off, leaving him to marvel and how mature and smart she had become, and then, right before she got too far, he would call her back and ask to have some coffee, catch up on old times.
That was what was supposed to happen, but things were not going according to plan. In reality, he had just said her name, and Usagi was standing there, gaping like a fish.
Fortunately, someone was looking out for Usagi that day and the bell suddenly rang.
"Well, umm… that's the bell, I got to go," Usagi quickly rushed out, before turning and speeding down the hall in some unknown direction.
*****
With the help of some nice teacher, Usagi made it to her dorm. Now she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, chastising herself for being such an idiot.
Since it was her first day, Usagi was not required to go to any classes; it was a day for her to 'settle in.'
"I'm such an idiot," thought Usagi despairingly, "I can't believe I did that. How am I ever going to make him fall in love with me now? I am supposed to be everything I wasn't back then, but every time I see him I turn into a bumbling fool. One thing's for sure, I can't let him even get an inking of my feelings yet. He would tease me forever and I would die of mortification. As far as he knows I still hate him.'
Usagi was satisfied with her plan. A soft smile reached her lips as she recalled the way he said her name, the way the word rolled off his tongue. It was so different to have the man of your dreams call you 'Usagi' as opposed to 'Odango.' With thoughts of a certain older, handsome man, Usagi drifted off to sleep.
She awoke again in the afternoon, feeling disorientated and drowsy. At first, Usagi could not remember where she was, but she quickly remembered that this was her dorm at her new private school.
Suddenly a wave of homesickness hit her. She was all alone, far from home. She did not know anyone. She did not even know if there was an arcade anywhere. Usagi stumbled out of her room, desperate for human companionship.
Classes had been let out of the day, and the halls were filled with students laughing and talking. Everywhere she looked, Usagi saw a barrage of unknown faces and people. No one seemed to be paying any attention to a small girl with blonde hair. Usagi never felt so alienated in her life. Her childhood was filled with people she had grown up with. Usagi felt tears in her eyes, she wanted to go home, it had only been one day, but she missed her family already. Usagi could not remember being separated from Minako for so long.
Usagi needed to find a phone. She found the main hallway and began down it, on the brink of tears. If she knew even one person, had just one friend, she could- suddenly a pair of blue eyes came into view it was Mamoru!
He walked over to Usagi; noticeably more relaxed than before, as if he had accepted that Usagi was there.
"Odango," he greeted, ready to pick up where they had left off, "What are you doing here? I'm surprised to see you in a school like this."
He paused and Usagi understood she was expected to retort.
"Shut up you jerk!" she said, but not with the same annoyance as she used to have.
It could not be the same, as before, not now, after how far she had grown up for him. She thought perhaps they could be friends, but he had already made that particular decision when he had called her Odango. The way he said, he was surprise to see her at the academy, hurt. He didn't have any faith in her.
Mamoru didn't get the reaction he had expected, her response didn't hold the same passion it used to. She had really changed over the years; he hadn't recognized her at first. She looked so mature now, so beautiful. Mamoru thought it a little odd to be thinking such thoughts about Usagi, and pushed them to the back of his mind. She was obviously smarter than before, Mamoru was quite impressed, Mc Naire was not an easy school to get into.
Mamoru looked Usagi closely, where those tears in her eyes? If someone was giving her a rough time…
"Odango? You okay? Have you been crying?" he asked, using her hated nickname to mask the concern he felt.
"It's none of your business you jerk," she responded, still a little resentful of his previous remarks, "I'm just a little home sick, it'll go away," she added.
Mamoru looked at Usagi, and decided to cheer her up.
"Come on," he said while wiping a wayward tear off her face, "let's go."
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Well that's it, if you wanna know what Mamoru's gonna do you have to wait. Muahahahhaha, ahem, ok, well, you know the drill, review, review, review!
Chapter 3
The Academy
He stared at her blankly for a few moments before recognition filled his eyes, "Usa- Usagi?"
Usagi looked up at his eyes, completely speechless.
What was the matter with her? She had dreamed of this moment for years, the day she would finally meet him again. She had played it out in her mind so many times, he would recognize her, she would make some witty comment and walk off, leaving him to marvel and how mature and smart she had become, and then, right before she got too far, he would call her back and ask to have some coffee, catch up on old times.
That was what was supposed to happen, but things were not going according to plan. In reality, he had just said her name, and Usagi was standing there, gaping like a fish.
Fortunately, someone was looking out for Usagi that day and the bell suddenly rang.
"Well, umm… that's the bell, I got to go," Usagi quickly rushed out, before turning and speeding down the hall in some unknown direction.
*****
With the help of some nice teacher, Usagi made it to her dorm. Now she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, chastising herself for being such an idiot.
Since it was her first day, Usagi was not required to go to any classes; it was a day for her to 'settle in.'
"I'm such an idiot," thought Usagi despairingly, "I can't believe I did that. How am I ever going to make him fall in love with me now? I am supposed to be everything I wasn't back then, but every time I see him I turn into a bumbling fool. One thing's for sure, I can't let him even get an inking of my feelings yet. He would tease me forever and I would die of mortification. As far as he knows I still hate him.'
Usagi was satisfied with her plan. A soft smile reached her lips as she recalled the way he said her name, the way the word rolled off his tongue. It was so different to have the man of your dreams call you 'Usagi' as opposed to 'Odango.' With thoughts of a certain older, handsome man, Usagi drifted off to sleep.
She awoke again in the afternoon, feeling disorientated and drowsy. At first, Usagi could not remember where she was, but she quickly remembered that this was her dorm at her new private school.
Suddenly a wave of homesickness hit her. She was all alone, far from home. She did not know anyone. She did not even know if there was an arcade anywhere. Usagi stumbled out of her room, desperate for human companionship.
Classes had been let out of the day, and the halls were filled with students laughing and talking. Everywhere she looked, Usagi saw a barrage of unknown faces and people. No one seemed to be paying any attention to a small girl with blonde hair. Usagi never felt so alienated in her life. Her childhood was filled with people she had grown up with. Usagi felt tears in her eyes, she wanted to go home, it had only been one day, but she missed her family already. Usagi could not remember being separated from Minako for so long.
Usagi needed to find a phone. She found the main hallway and began down it, on the brink of tears. If she knew even one person, had just one friend, she could- suddenly a pair of blue eyes came into view it was Mamoru!
He walked over to Usagi; noticeably more relaxed than before, as if he had accepted that Usagi was there.
"Odango," he greeted, ready to pick up where they had left off, "What are you doing here? I'm surprised to see you in a school like this."
He paused and Usagi understood she was expected to retort.
"Shut up you jerk!" she said, but not with the same annoyance as she used to have.
It could not be the same, as before, not now, after how far she had grown up for him. She thought perhaps they could be friends, but he had already made that particular decision when he had called her Odango. The way he said, he was surprise to see her at the academy, hurt. He didn't have any faith in her.
Mamoru didn't get the reaction he had expected, her response didn't hold the same passion it used to. She had really changed over the years; he hadn't recognized her at first. She looked so mature now, so beautiful. Mamoru thought it a little odd to be thinking such thoughts about Usagi, and pushed them to the back of his mind. She was obviously smarter than before, Mamoru was quite impressed, Mc Naire was not an easy school to get into.
Mamoru looked Usagi closely, where those tears in her eyes? If someone was giving her a rough time…
"Odango? You okay? Have you been crying?" he asked, using her hated nickname to mask the concern he felt.
"It's none of your business you jerk," she responded, still a little resentful of his previous remarks, "I'm just a little home sick, it'll go away," she added.
Mamoru looked at Usagi, and decided to cheer her up.
"Come on," he said while wiping a wayward tear off her face, "let's go."
*****************************************************
Well that's it, if you wanna know what Mamoru's gonna do you have to wait. Muahahahhaha, ahem, ok, well, you know the drill, review, review, review!
