* Senshi *
"What an amazing concert!" Tsukino Usagi squealed as she and her friends left Chiru-chan's farewell concert. Her friends, - Hino Rei, Kino Makoto and Aino Minako, - all nodded or otherwise expressed their agreement.
"She must love having so many fans and being so popular," Minako said dreamily, aspiring to someday be a big star herself.
"I'd prefer more privacy," said Rei. She, too, dreamed of being an idol, but she tended to look at the practical side of things before rushing off into something. She received an angry glare as Minako's dreams came crashing down to earth. "Think about it. Chiru-chan probably can't even step outside of her house without being bombarded by fans."
This made the others stop and think a moment. They were popular, although indirectly. They were, in fact, the masked feminine crime fighters that often appeared to solve problems that were too big for the authorities to handle. They were the Sailor Senshi.
"I guess you're right," Usagi, alias Sailor Moon agreed. "We'd never get any peace if the truth got out to the public."
As they walked by the Crown Arcade, a common hang out for the girls, Minako, ( Sailor Venus, ) stopped to read a rather large sign that featured a picture of Chiru-chan. Usagi, Makoto, ( Sailor Jupiter, ) and Rei, ( Sailor Mars, ) joined her.
"This is too cool!" Minako cried as she finished reading. "Chiru's going to be studying in Tokyo!"
"Hey, Usagi-chan, isn't that the school Mamoru-san's attending?" Makoto asked, pointing to the name in the sign as she ignored Minako's outburst. Mamoru's alter ego was Tuxedo Mask, and he was Usagi's partner in romance - though they were currently on rocky grounds.
Usagi nodded slowly. "Hai, I think so."
"Iie! You have got to get him to get us autographs!" Minako exclaimed, all but jumping up and down in excitement.
Rei waved her hand in front of the seemingly caffeinated girl's face. She resorted to clubbing the blonde with her purse as she received no reaction. "Hello? Did you just miss the last topic of our conversation?"
Minako settled down, rubbing her face where the purse had left a red mark. "But... she's going to Mamoru-san's school!"
"Mina-chan. Rei-chan's right. Chiru-chan's studying here to get away from it all," Makoto said, blushing slightly in embarrasment that she'd almost burst out just as Minako had. "We should leave her in peace."
* Chiru *
I couldn't believe my eyes. They were advertising me, and it wasn't the same as if the poster were for a concert. They gave the name of the school I'd be attending, the date I was starting, and they'd even scrounged up a picture of me in a school uniform. They were advertising me... that had to be against some law.
"Chiru, hon, don't worry about it," my mother advised. I stepped out of the car, expecting a huge crowd, but thankfully, I got nothing. "Have fun at school."
Fun? At school? More fun than I'd ever had touring, at any rate.
I was so relieved the school wasn't making a big deal about me arriving. The sensei didn't even care who I was. I walked into the classroom, mostly unnoticed, and she showed me where to sit and gave me a list of supplies that I would need to purchase for class, then she continued on with her lecture. I hadn't been expecting that. But it was what I had wanted.
I was seated next to the head of the class, a young advanced student named Chiba Mamoru. Truthfully, I was glad, and hopeful that he might be able to give me some studying tips or something along those lines. I didn't want to be known at the school. I wanted to be an average student that nobody cared about or gave a second glance. Like him.
I heard through the gossip floating over his head that he was a strange guy. He'd lost his parents when he was about three. He was the same age as I was, though I was only advanced because I'd been tutored privately. He had a girlfriend, though, some blonde girl who was three or four years younger than he. Too bad. He was rather handsome.
I had made new friends by the end of the day. But how long would they last? Just as long as my fame did. I didn't really care. They were someone to talk to.
* Mamoru *
"Chiba-san?"
I looked up from the book I'd been studying. The girl who had spoken was Kurui-san, the new girl who also happened to be a famous pop singer. "What is it?" I was annoyed and did my absolute best to show it.
It must have shown clearly enough on my face. "Oh. Ah, gomen, it's really nothing." She replied timidly, avoiding my eyes. She turned back to her work and I studied her for a moment. Her bright red hair swept over the side of her face as she was bent over the book, trying to decipher the tiny print. Her green eyes held both her fright from me and her concentration on her work. The fright was dominant. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She was a well-known idol and probably didn't get much privacy. I turned back to my own work.
"Chiba-san?" I rolled my eyes and looked up again. She was holding the locket that Usagi had practically thrown at me the previous night.
I hastily snatched it away from her. The cool metal chain slid easily out of her hand as she gave it up without a struggle. "Where did you get this?" I asked accusingly, stuffing the locket into my pocket.
"It - it was on the ground and some girl said it was yours," she said, almost apologetically.
"Arigatou," I mumbled, turning back to my book. I couldn't focus anymore. My mind had been switched to the subject it had been carefully skirting around. Usagi.
"Is something wrong?" Kurui-san pursued after a few moments.
I shook my head. God, I wish I wasn't so stubborn. The truth, something was wrong. Everything was wrong. My heart had been ripped out, and I wanted to talk about it. To anyone. I was so tempted to spill my guts, but I didn't. I couldn't. Damned pride.
"What an amazing concert!" Tsukino Usagi squealed as she and her friends left Chiru-chan's farewell concert. Her friends, - Hino Rei, Kino Makoto and Aino Minako, - all nodded or otherwise expressed their agreement.
"She must love having so many fans and being so popular," Minako said dreamily, aspiring to someday be a big star herself.
"I'd prefer more privacy," said Rei. She, too, dreamed of being an idol, but she tended to look at the practical side of things before rushing off into something. She received an angry glare as Minako's dreams came crashing down to earth. "Think about it. Chiru-chan probably can't even step outside of her house without being bombarded by fans."
This made the others stop and think a moment. They were popular, although indirectly. They were, in fact, the masked feminine crime fighters that often appeared to solve problems that were too big for the authorities to handle. They were the Sailor Senshi.
"I guess you're right," Usagi, alias Sailor Moon agreed. "We'd never get any peace if the truth got out to the public."
As they walked by the Crown Arcade, a common hang out for the girls, Minako, ( Sailor Venus, ) stopped to read a rather large sign that featured a picture of Chiru-chan. Usagi, Makoto, ( Sailor Jupiter, ) and Rei, ( Sailor Mars, ) joined her.
"This is too cool!" Minako cried as she finished reading. "Chiru's going to be studying in Tokyo!"
"Hey, Usagi-chan, isn't that the school Mamoru-san's attending?" Makoto asked, pointing to the name in the sign as she ignored Minako's outburst. Mamoru's alter ego was Tuxedo Mask, and he was Usagi's partner in romance - though they were currently on rocky grounds.
Usagi nodded slowly. "Hai, I think so."
"Iie! You have got to get him to get us autographs!" Minako exclaimed, all but jumping up and down in excitement.
Rei waved her hand in front of the seemingly caffeinated girl's face. She resorted to clubbing the blonde with her purse as she received no reaction. "Hello? Did you just miss the last topic of our conversation?"
Minako settled down, rubbing her face where the purse had left a red mark. "But... she's going to Mamoru-san's school!"
"Mina-chan. Rei-chan's right. Chiru-chan's studying here to get away from it all," Makoto said, blushing slightly in embarrasment that she'd almost burst out just as Minako had. "We should leave her in peace."
* Chiru *
I couldn't believe my eyes. They were advertising me, and it wasn't the same as if the poster were for a concert. They gave the name of the school I'd be attending, the date I was starting, and they'd even scrounged up a picture of me in a school uniform. They were advertising me... that had to be against some law.
"Chiru, hon, don't worry about it," my mother advised. I stepped out of the car, expecting a huge crowd, but thankfully, I got nothing. "Have fun at school."
Fun? At school? More fun than I'd ever had touring, at any rate.
I was so relieved the school wasn't making a big deal about me arriving. The sensei didn't even care who I was. I walked into the classroom, mostly unnoticed, and she showed me where to sit and gave me a list of supplies that I would need to purchase for class, then she continued on with her lecture. I hadn't been expecting that. But it was what I had wanted.
I was seated next to the head of the class, a young advanced student named Chiba Mamoru. Truthfully, I was glad, and hopeful that he might be able to give me some studying tips or something along those lines. I didn't want to be known at the school. I wanted to be an average student that nobody cared about or gave a second glance. Like him.
I heard through the gossip floating over his head that he was a strange guy. He'd lost his parents when he was about three. He was the same age as I was, though I was only advanced because I'd been tutored privately. He had a girlfriend, though, some blonde girl who was three or four years younger than he. Too bad. He was rather handsome.
I had made new friends by the end of the day. But how long would they last? Just as long as my fame did. I didn't really care. They were someone to talk to.
* Mamoru *
"Chiba-san?"
I looked up from the book I'd been studying. The girl who had spoken was Kurui-san, the new girl who also happened to be a famous pop singer. "What is it?" I was annoyed and did my absolute best to show it.
It must have shown clearly enough on my face. "Oh. Ah, gomen, it's really nothing." She replied timidly, avoiding my eyes. She turned back to her work and I studied her for a moment. Her bright red hair swept over the side of her face as she was bent over the book, trying to decipher the tiny print. Her green eyes held both her fright from me and her concentration on her work. The fright was dominant. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She was a well-known idol and probably didn't get much privacy. I turned back to my own work.
"Chiba-san?" I rolled my eyes and looked up again. She was holding the locket that Usagi had practically thrown at me the previous night.
I hastily snatched it away from her. The cool metal chain slid easily out of her hand as she gave it up without a struggle. "Where did you get this?" I asked accusingly, stuffing the locket into my pocket.
"It - it was on the ground and some girl said it was yours," she said, almost apologetically.
"Arigatou," I mumbled, turning back to my book. I couldn't focus anymore. My mind had been switched to the subject it had been carefully skirting around. Usagi.
"Is something wrong?" Kurui-san pursued after a few moments.
I shook my head. God, I wish I wasn't so stubborn. The truth, something was wrong. Everything was wrong. My heart had been ripped out, and I wanted to talk about it. To anyone. I was so tempted to spill my guts, but I didn't. I couldn't. Damned pride.