I Will Return
A Sailor Moon Fanfic
Written by Ice Phoenix
Second chapter; up and running. ^^ For those of you wondering, I'm not introducing any new characters, thaat always bores me half to death, especially the description of the fukus and other costumes... *yawns* Same goes for the four generals, and all that sorta stuff. So, here's the next in line, all ready and waiting to be read ^^
~*~RC~*~
"For the last time, are you absolutely one-hundred-percent-sure you want to come with me?" Irene asked her daughter with concern. What had spurred Usagi to come with her? Just last week she was adamant to stay. Ah well.
Pushing her self-control limits to the extreme, Usagi nodded slowly, keeping her outer shell calm. It was harder than she would've ever imagined. The inside Usagi was a crying, weak, torn-apart mass on the floor. No more of that Usagi
"Let's go." she lead her mother through the crowds of the airport, heading for the designated gate and terminal.
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"There!" the group of girls and man spotted the bobbing odangoes through the crowd.
Shoving their way through the crowds with half-mumbled apologies, the team rushed through, desperately trying to reach their friend, their leader.
Skidding to a halt in front of the terminal, Mina was the only one to see the ends of Usagi's hair as she turned the corner. It glinted in the few rays of sun that slid in through the window, combining with the artificial light.
"Silver?"
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"Welcome to your new home sweetie." Eagerly, Usagi looked out the window, watching the Opera House come closer as the plane swept across the harbor.
The flight had been long and boring. Using the opportunity, Usagi had flicked through the Jap-English dictionary, learning a few extra words. She didn't know much; but people had got through life on less. She would learn in time.
Time to start my new life.
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"Class, please welcome the new student," the teacher looked to her notes "Usagi Tsukino." the young girl smiled nervously, looking around the classroom. Twenty-five sets of eyes bore down on her, some alive and excited, others warily sizing her up.
There were two or three girls in particular that caught Usagi's attention. Thin eyebrows, heavy eye shadow, heavier mascara, everything. Immediately Usagi hated them- had she once been like that? So concerned about other's opinions? No wonder everyone - inclusing myself - thought I was such an airhead... Not anymore though, not anymore.
One leant forward to whisper something. The listener nodded in approval.
"Take a seat." came the order, and she obeyed, sitting in the middle of the front row. Class began, and to her surprise, Usagi found the work easy - even if she couldn't understand half of what was being said.
In time though, she would and could get better.
At lunch, Usagi found her locker and was organising her books, when the three girls appeared. Flanked by the slightly plainer (though not by much) two, a stunning (yet tacky) auburn-haired teen looked her over, walking once, then twice around the future queen.
"You'd fit well." she finally announced.
Usagi blinked "Nani?"
The leader sighed, and a red-head stepped forward, chocolate eyes full of superiority. "You- come with us; be like us." came the simple statement.
Usagi, realising what was being said, shook her head. "No thankyou - I do not want to."
All three stared at her, taken aback. They had never considered the option of refusal, and they had felt for sure that this blue-eyed blonde could do well with them, even if she was foreign. A bit of makeup here, a touch on the hair, get rid of those ridiculous meatballs, and voila, an instant popular person.
Usagi smiled to them, shut her locker and then walked away, leaving new enemies in her wake.
Ok, here comes a long AN. If you're curious about my opinions, read this. If not, go on to the next chapter. Your choice, and I don't blame you not reading.
*takes a deep breath* Ok, I modelled a large amount of this fic on how I live. Recently I was a newbie to a school, and me being me, was given the 'opportunity' to be one of the TG's. (Too Goods) A TG is someone who has mush (or less) for brains, draws in their diary, cares more about their social life than future careers, has a million and one shoes in their closet, with more outfits then the entire countries population, and they are generally twofaced, with a knife handy for backstabbing. *takes another breath* Basically, they are the total opposite of the true Anime Fans, who don't consider Anime 'shows like Pokemon.' Anyways, back on track. Like I said, I was given the choice to be like them, or hate them. So, since I knew that I had friends who would always be with me (even if we're a state apart) and I need no one at school. Therefore, my reaction was similar to that above, except I confused them in the process. . *snickers* And as the year has progressed, much like what comes up in Ch. 3 is how I behave, and still do. Nowadays, students at school consider me a pessimistic bitch (excuse my terminology, younger readers) and give me a wide berth- precisely how I like it. I have my own friends, and just because I can't see them in the flesh does not mean they don't exsist.
Oh, and for future reference, I do do karate. You'll see where that comes up...
See you in the next chapter-
~*~RC~*~