Death, Be Not Proud.
Chapter Whatever
XD
Usagi's hand was happily wrapped around the smaller hand of Mordred, her other arm in Koto's. Overlooking their obvious differences from the people around them, they were by all external appearances a happy family.
People stopped to stare as they walked down the street, Mordred merrily chirping away about Duo-oji-chan and the pink, fuzzy statue in the front lawns that Wufei-oji-baka went into fits at the sight of before they'd left.
"Who's Nataku, anyway, Your Majesty?"
Usagi tried not to choke on her giggles while Koto chuckled. "Nataku was Wufei's Gundam, Mordred. The big pink fuzzy thing."
Mordred looked haughty. "It was very pretty pink."
Koto looked at his lover. "No wonder Relena loves her. Did you coerce her into loving pink while I was gone some day or something?" He looked at the enchantress suspiciously. "You did, didn't you? Oh, my heart..."
Usagi swatted at him. "You're too melodramatic for your own good, my dashing villain."
Mordred tugged on Usagi's velvety gown. "Is this your house, Majesty?" She pointed down the lovely street they had turned onto. Usagi looked and nodded, smiling. "Yes, Mordred! That's my house."
Shingo was playing in the front yard with one of his friends... Usagi frowned. Mika? Was that her name? The little doll maker girl, that's right. Koto pulled her a little closer as they walked towards the house, so familiar.
Shingo and Mika turned to watch the threesome as they drew closer. Mika hid behind Shingo, wondering at the graceful steps and magnificent clothing.
"Who are they, Shingo?"
Shingo blinked, trying to figure out why the regal woman was so familiar. "I think I know her..." He said, his eyes clouded. "But I'm not sure."
"They look so alien." Mika murmured.
Mordred chose then to break free of Usagi's grasp. She ran the rest of the way up to Shingo, slowing to a walk and then stopping quite sudden a foot away from him. He looked up at him and broke into a great smile.
"You're Shingo?" She asked, in her strange, grown-up voice.
Shingo nodded, unsure. His surprise increased when the little girl jumped at him and hugged him. "I thought so! You're Her Majesty's brother! Oh, you're kawaii! Relena would LOVE you! And you're Mika, aren't you? Quatre-oji made me spent hours looking up the time period, you know, so I know all about you all! I'm Mordred." She stood back and regained her prissy posture as the commanding couple entered the yard.
Usagi forgot her entire persona. She ran forward and hugged Shingo, swinging the twelve year old around. "I missed you, Shingo! It's been so long for me! It's me, Usagi!"
Koto grinned as Shingo sputtered and looked at the taller, older woman. "USAGI?!"
That was impossible. His sister had been missing for a few weeks. There was no way the lady hugging him was his sister. She was at least eighteen, if not older. Maybe twenty. And she looked like Usagi... maybe... if you squinted... but... but...
Usagi smiled. "It's been much longer for me than it has been for you, Shingo-chan. Here, meet Koto. And this is Mordred... but you've already met her."
"Hai, Your Majesty." Mordred replied smartly.
Shingo blanched again.
"Have you gone and made yourself the Queen of England?" He cracked, but the luxuriousness of her clothing and the Kingly posture of the man was very disturbing.
Usagi smiled. "Of course not, Shingo-chan. I just came to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Shingo repeated dumbly.
Mordred beamed proudly. "Her Majesty is needed back in our world. She does wonderful things, and you should be honored to have her as a blood relation. Or, sort of, anyway."
Koto shot the girl a sharp glance, but Usagi sighed. "Mordred, I thought Wufei lectured you on what topics not to touch upon in front of certain people."
Mordred nodded, unfazed. "Wufei is a poopyhead."
Koto burst out laughing, and Usagi bit down on her lip very hard. "Shingo, did you say Mama and Papa were home?" She asked suddenly, trying to divert her brother's attention away from her nearly hysterical lover.
"Poopyhead..." Koto choked out, and then promptly recollapsed into laughter.
"Uhm, no. But they are." Shingo's eyes widened as the weird man fell to the ground and began rolling with laughter. "Mama will want you to come in and talk to her." No one could fool his mama.
"Ko-chan, stop behaving like a hyena!" Usagi turned and scolded Koto. Mordred giggled and then mentally noted to tell Duo about this. She had heard Duo-oji-chan say more than once that Koto was harder to crack than Yuy-baka-chan on a bad day. Calling Wufei a poopyhead might solve that problem.
She smiled in a rather feral manner.
Koto noticed the odd look on his surrogate daughter's face and stopped laughing. The girl was eerily like Usagi and therefore very, very dangerous. He chuckled a little and nodded.
"Love, I'll take Mordred for some of the ice cream you raved about before we came back and yell at me when you need rescued." Koto offered his hand which was happily accepted by the child.
Usagi glowered at him. "If I weren't so lazy that I needed you to take care of the yucky things, I'd kill you."
Koto rolled his eyes. His love had such a fear of blueprints. "We shall see you later."
Mordred proceeded to drag the single most dangerous man in the known universe down a quiet Tokyo street, babbling about bubble gum ice cream.
~'~
As luck usually does have her strange way with fanfiction, their trek involved going past a mostly empty Crown Arcade where Haruka was gesturing wildly to a pale Motoki, with several Planetary Queens and one purple-faced earth King behind them.
Koto, despite all reputation, was intrigued. As was Mordred. While Koto murmured a spell that would allow their entrance to go unnoticed, the small girl dragged them inside the shop.
"--And THAT was when we opened the door to our favorite sala de enamorada to find that our favorite couch was already occupied by one very naked moon princess and her equally naked fiancé. Minako, you will be delighted to hear that Mamoru likes to keep his socks on, but the boots, I believe, were on opposite sides of the room--"
Minako squealed and bounced in sheer joy of the juicy tidbit, causing the extremely low neckline of her dress to reveal more of Minako than was decent-- not that Mamoru, Motoki, or Haruka seemed to mind.
Motoki sniggered, using it as an excuse to bury his face in Makoto's shoulder.
Mamoru was really too mortified to stare. "Haruka-kun, I SAID I was SORRY for staring at your boobs! I'm sorry you have boobs! Especially pretty ones! But is this really necessaaaaahhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mamoru discovered that he could manage a rather beautiful alto C sharp as Michiru's elbow dug elegantly into his crouch.
She blinked and removed the offending limb. "oh, I'm sorry, Mamoru-san! I didn't notice where my arm was going!" The voice was sincere, but the smirk defeated the effect.
Mamoru wondered why his armor was defective.
"What did you do?" Rei, wearing a long, red silk gown designed perturbingly similar to a kimono, directed Haruka back to her original purpose-- embarrassing the Earth prince into desperate actions.
Haruka smirked. "I offered to give Mamoru a hand. Michiru, here, decided to embarrass them even more by lecturing Mamoru on his technique-- what was it, pumpkin? Something about 'No, no, Endymion, you don't squeeze her breast like that, you knead it-- here, like this...'"
Motoki turned to look at the quiet, elegant women, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Actually," Michiru interjected, unfazed. "I think I said grasp. Not squeeze."
Hotaru's eyebrow arched and she fingered the sleeve of her violet dress. It had been cut in a sleek, almost modern style that was formfitting to her hips before flaring out. "And the princess?"
Mamoru went bright purple.
Haruka chuckled. "Agreed with Michiru. The two of them started picking him apart while I stood and laughed."
"It isn't funny." Mamoru muttered.
Mordred giggled. "Royalty doesn't sulk, Endymion-baka!"
"GAH! CHIBI-USA!" Several shrill voices cried at once.
Makoto glared at Koto. "Baka! You let her listen!?"
Koto shrugged. "She's heard worse from Maxwell."
Motoki looked around. "Who is he? And why is Usagi's cousin with him?"
Minako's eyebrow twitched. "Apparently, we left a few things out..."
~'~
*Come and save me, Ko-koi.*
Right in the middle of Minako's explanation of the skimpy senshi uniform, Usagi's voice broke into his thoughts.
-How's it going so far?- He asked.
Usagi chuckled in his head, an odd feeling. *Daddy fainted right after the "I am Sailormoon" bit. Mama's interested in details about you, and Shingo is upstairs rummaging for his Sailormoon of Justice shirt for me to autograph before I leave.*
-It could be worse, you mean.-
*I'd rather they throw fits on me. This is scary. So... oh, my god. They made a shirt of me half naked. That SO is not my body. Anyway.... Mama wants to know if you're marrying me.*
-Did you tell her I already did?-
*I tried to tell her we had a Deity wedding. But no... she wants the human kind. Good thing we're leaving.*
Koto grinned wickedly. -Don't you want an Earth wedding, love?-
Usagi threw her annoyance at him. -Neither of us are human. What would be the point? Anyway, I'll be there in a second. Tell your harem to leave me a spot.-
Koto was a bout to reply with some smart-ass remark when he felt the slight displacement of air that meant one of them had teleported. The senshi went very quiet as the queen appeared, looking harassed and agitated.
"Ko-chan! My god, I swear to you that we need to DO something about that before we leave! Hentai! HENTAI OF ME!" She went into her Patented "How Can You Refuse These Big, Silver, Eyes?" expression, and Koto groaned and hid his face so he wouldn't have to see.
Minako laughed. "Usagi, if you think the softcore stuff Shingo collects is bad, you ought to see some of Haruka's stash. Really bad titles like "The Senshi Senshi and the Tentacle Monster from Heck" and "Artemis's Lover"..." She shuddered a little. "Pretty Fly For a Hentai"... stuff like that. They've been going crazy."
"You weren't raped by a squirrel in one of those, though." Rei muttered darkly.
Usagi's eyes widened a little, but she allowed Hotaru to cough and change the subject without argument. "So, when are we going back?"
Usagi shook her head. "I don't know. Soon. Have you all spoken to your families?"
When everyone who could spoke their affirmatives, Usagi nodded, thinking. "I know that there were arguments… but nothing so serious that anyone is dead. If you like, we could go back right now."
Motoki looked from his old friend to the other girls. "Go where? And you're Usagi-chan, right?"
Usagi grinned. "Of course. Who else would I be? And we have to go back to the future, Motoki-san. Don't worry. I'll see you there."
Motoki frowned.
"But they said that was thousands of years from now. How will I see you there?"
Usagi just smiled. "If I told you, that would be telling, now wouldn't it? Don't worry, Motoki. Forever isn't as long as you think it is. They do try to make it seem that way, don't they? Is everyone ready to go?"
Haruka remembered the cause of her problems. "Before we do—Do I HAVE to wear a dress?!" She demanded harshly, throwing her most withering glare at the queen, who had to bite down on her lip to stop her smirk.
"Oh, yes, Haruka. Didn't you know? No, of course not! You will have to on the trip there, but I've got wardrobes picked out for all of you, and I think most of it will be very familiar."
Koto sniffed. "As it ought to be, with the amount of time you spent on it."
She eyed him suspiciously. "Are you calling me vain?"
"Yes." Koto nodded, smirking.
Usagi glared, but never got to return the insult. Mamoru leapt up from his chair, grinning at Haruka, having just remembered a key detail to give him a one-up.
"How's Pookie doing, Haruka?"
Haruka's face went from confusion to outrage, and Mamoru had point two seconds to duck before Haruka came flying over the table.
"You're the one who dyed my stuffed kangaroo green! I KNEW IT! DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
O_o
Yup, you can lynch me. ^__________^
Chapter Whatever
XD
Usagi's hand was happily wrapped around the smaller hand of Mordred, her other arm in Koto's. Overlooking their obvious differences from the people around them, they were by all external appearances a happy family.
People stopped to stare as they walked down the street, Mordred merrily chirping away about Duo-oji-chan and the pink, fuzzy statue in the front lawns that Wufei-oji-baka went into fits at the sight of before they'd left.
"Who's Nataku, anyway, Your Majesty?"
Usagi tried not to choke on her giggles while Koto chuckled. "Nataku was Wufei's Gundam, Mordred. The big pink fuzzy thing."
Mordred looked haughty. "It was very pretty pink."
Koto looked at his lover. "No wonder Relena loves her. Did you coerce her into loving pink while I was gone some day or something?" He looked at the enchantress suspiciously. "You did, didn't you? Oh, my heart..."
Usagi swatted at him. "You're too melodramatic for your own good, my dashing villain."
Mordred tugged on Usagi's velvety gown. "Is this your house, Majesty?" She pointed down the lovely street they had turned onto. Usagi looked and nodded, smiling. "Yes, Mordred! That's my house."
Shingo was playing in the front yard with one of his friends... Usagi frowned. Mika? Was that her name? The little doll maker girl, that's right. Koto pulled her a little closer as they walked towards the house, so familiar.
Shingo and Mika turned to watch the threesome as they drew closer. Mika hid behind Shingo, wondering at the graceful steps and magnificent clothing.
"Who are they, Shingo?"
Shingo blinked, trying to figure out why the regal woman was so familiar. "I think I know her..." He said, his eyes clouded. "But I'm not sure."
"They look so alien." Mika murmured.
Mordred chose then to break free of Usagi's grasp. She ran the rest of the way up to Shingo, slowing to a walk and then stopping quite sudden a foot away from him. He looked up at him and broke into a great smile.
"You're Shingo?" She asked, in her strange, grown-up voice.
Shingo nodded, unsure. His surprise increased when the little girl jumped at him and hugged him. "I thought so! You're Her Majesty's brother! Oh, you're kawaii! Relena would LOVE you! And you're Mika, aren't you? Quatre-oji made me spent hours looking up the time period, you know, so I know all about you all! I'm Mordred." She stood back and regained her prissy posture as the commanding couple entered the yard.
Usagi forgot her entire persona. She ran forward and hugged Shingo, swinging the twelve year old around. "I missed you, Shingo! It's been so long for me! It's me, Usagi!"
Koto grinned as Shingo sputtered and looked at the taller, older woman. "USAGI?!"
That was impossible. His sister had been missing for a few weeks. There was no way the lady hugging him was his sister. She was at least eighteen, if not older. Maybe twenty. And she looked like Usagi... maybe... if you squinted... but... but...
Usagi smiled. "It's been much longer for me than it has been for you, Shingo-chan. Here, meet Koto. And this is Mordred... but you've already met her."
"Hai, Your Majesty." Mordred replied smartly.
Shingo blanched again.
"Have you gone and made yourself the Queen of England?" He cracked, but the luxuriousness of her clothing and the Kingly posture of the man was very disturbing.
Usagi smiled. "Of course not, Shingo-chan. I just came to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Shingo repeated dumbly.
Mordred beamed proudly. "Her Majesty is needed back in our world. She does wonderful things, and you should be honored to have her as a blood relation. Or, sort of, anyway."
Koto shot the girl a sharp glance, but Usagi sighed. "Mordred, I thought Wufei lectured you on what topics not to touch upon in front of certain people."
Mordred nodded, unfazed. "Wufei is a poopyhead."
Koto burst out laughing, and Usagi bit down on her lip very hard. "Shingo, did you say Mama and Papa were home?" She asked suddenly, trying to divert her brother's attention away from her nearly hysterical lover.
"Poopyhead..." Koto choked out, and then promptly recollapsed into laughter.
"Uhm, no. But they are." Shingo's eyes widened as the weird man fell to the ground and began rolling with laughter. "Mama will want you to come in and talk to her." No one could fool his mama.
"Ko-chan, stop behaving like a hyena!" Usagi turned and scolded Koto. Mordred giggled and then mentally noted to tell Duo about this. She had heard Duo-oji-chan say more than once that Koto was harder to crack than Yuy-baka-chan on a bad day. Calling Wufei a poopyhead might solve that problem.
She smiled in a rather feral manner.
Koto noticed the odd look on his surrogate daughter's face and stopped laughing. The girl was eerily like Usagi and therefore very, very dangerous. He chuckled a little and nodded.
"Love, I'll take Mordred for some of the ice cream you raved about before we came back and yell at me when you need rescued." Koto offered his hand which was happily accepted by the child.
Usagi glowered at him. "If I weren't so lazy that I needed you to take care of the yucky things, I'd kill you."
Koto rolled his eyes. His love had such a fear of blueprints. "We shall see you later."
Mordred proceeded to drag the single most dangerous man in the known universe down a quiet Tokyo street, babbling about bubble gum ice cream.
~'~
As luck usually does have her strange way with fanfiction, their trek involved going past a mostly empty Crown Arcade where Haruka was gesturing wildly to a pale Motoki, with several Planetary Queens and one purple-faced earth King behind them.
Koto, despite all reputation, was intrigued. As was Mordred. While Koto murmured a spell that would allow their entrance to go unnoticed, the small girl dragged them inside the shop.
"--And THAT was when we opened the door to our favorite sala de enamorada to find that our favorite couch was already occupied by one very naked moon princess and her equally naked fiancé. Minako, you will be delighted to hear that Mamoru likes to keep his socks on, but the boots, I believe, were on opposite sides of the room--"
Minako squealed and bounced in sheer joy of the juicy tidbit, causing the extremely low neckline of her dress to reveal more of Minako than was decent-- not that Mamoru, Motoki, or Haruka seemed to mind.
Motoki sniggered, using it as an excuse to bury his face in Makoto's shoulder.
Mamoru was really too mortified to stare. "Haruka-kun, I SAID I was SORRY for staring at your boobs! I'm sorry you have boobs! Especially pretty ones! But is this really necessaaaaahhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mamoru discovered that he could manage a rather beautiful alto C sharp as Michiru's elbow dug elegantly into his crouch.
She blinked and removed the offending limb. "oh, I'm sorry, Mamoru-san! I didn't notice where my arm was going!" The voice was sincere, but the smirk defeated the effect.
Mamoru wondered why his armor was defective.
"What did you do?" Rei, wearing a long, red silk gown designed perturbingly similar to a kimono, directed Haruka back to her original purpose-- embarrassing the Earth prince into desperate actions.
Haruka smirked. "I offered to give Mamoru a hand. Michiru, here, decided to embarrass them even more by lecturing Mamoru on his technique-- what was it, pumpkin? Something about 'No, no, Endymion, you don't squeeze her breast like that, you knead it-- here, like this...'"
Motoki turned to look at the quiet, elegant women, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Actually," Michiru interjected, unfazed. "I think I said grasp. Not squeeze."
Hotaru's eyebrow arched and she fingered the sleeve of her violet dress. It had been cut in a sleek, almost modern style that was formfitting to her hips before flaring out. "And the princess?"
Mamoru went bright purple.
Haruka chuckled. "Agreed with Michiru. The two of them started picking him apart while I stood and laughed."
"It isn't funny." Mamoru muttered.
Mordred giggled. "Royalty doesn't sulk, Endymion-baka!"
"GAH! CHIBI-USA!" Several shrill voices cried at once.
Makoto glared at Koto. "Baka! You let her listen!?"
Koto shrugged. "She's heard worse from Maxwell."
Motoki looked around. "Who is he? And why is Usagi's cousin with him?"
Minako's eyebrow twitched. "Apparently, we left a few things out..."
~'~
*Come and save me, Ko-koi.*
Right in the middle of Minako's explanation of the skimpy senshi uniform, Usagi's voice broke into his thoughts.
-How's it going so far?- He asked.
Usagi chuckled in his head, an odd feeling. *Daddy fainted right after the "I am Sailormoon" bit. Mama's interested in details about you, and Shingo is upstairs rummaging for his Sailormoon of Justice shirt for me to autograph before I leave.*
-It could be worse, you mean.-
*I'd rather they throw fits on me. This is scary. So... oh, my god. They made a shirt of me half naked. That SO is not my body. Anyway.... Mama wants to know if you're marrying me.*
-Did you tell her I already did?-
*I tried to tell her we had a Deity wedding. But no... she wants the human kind. Good thing we're leaving.*
Koto grinned wickedly. -Don't you want an Earth wedding, love?-
Usagi threw her annoyance at him. -Neither of us are human. What would be the point? Anyway, I'll be there in a second. Tell your harem to leave me a spot.-
Koto was a bout to reply with some smart-ass remark when he felt the slight displacement of air that meant one of them had teleported. The senshi went very quiet as the queen appeared, looking harassed and agitated.
"Ko-chan! My god, I swear to you that we need to DO something about that before we leave! Hentai! HENTAI OF ME!" She went into her Patented "How Can You Refuse These Big, Silver, Eyes?" expression, and Koto groaned and hid his face so he wouldn't have to see.
Minako laughed. "Usagi, if you think the softcore stuff Shingo collects is bad, you ought to see some of Haruka's stash. Really bad titles like "The Senshi Senshi and the Tentacle Monster from Heck" and "Artemis's Lover"..." She shuddered a little. "Pretty Fly For a Hentai"... stuff like that. They've been going crazy."
"You weren't raped by a squirrel in one of those, though." Rei muttered darkly.
Usagi's eyes widened a little, but she allowed Hotaru to cough and change the subject without argument. "So, when are we going back?"
Usagi shook her head. "I don't know. Soon. Have you all spoken to your families?"
When everyone who could spoke their affirmatives, Usagi nodded, thinking. "I know that there were arguments… but nothing so serious that anyone is dead. If you like, we could go back right now."
Motoki looked from his old friend to the other girls. "Go where? And you're Usagi-chan, right?"
Usagi grinned. "Of course. Who else would I be? And we have to go back to the future, Motoki-san. Don't worry. I'll see you there."
Motoki frowned.
"But they said that was thousands of years from now. How will I see you there?"
Usagi just smiled. "If I told you, that would be telling, now wouldn't it? Don't worry, Motoki. Forever isn't as long as you think it is. They do try to make it seem that way, don't they? Is everyone ready to go?"
Haruka remembered the cause of her problems. "Before we do—Do I HAVE to wear a dress?!" She demanded harshly, throwing her most withering glare at the queen, who had to bite down on her lip to stop her smirk.
"Oh, yes, Haruka. Didn't you know? No, of course not! You will have to on the trip there, but I've got wardrobes picked out for all of you, and I think most of it will be very familiar."
Koto sniffed. "As it ought to be, with the amount of time you spent on it."
She eyed him suspiciously. "Are you calling me vain?"
"Yes." Koto nodded, smirking.
Usagi glared, but never got to return the insult. Mamoru leapt up from his chair, grinning at Haruka, having just remembered a key detail to give him a one-up.
"How's Pookie doing, Haruka?"
Haruka's face went from confusion to outrage, and Mamoru had point two seconds to duck before Haruka came flying over the table.
"You're the one who dyed my stuffed kangaroo green! I KNEW IT! DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
O_o
Yup, you can lynch me. ^__________^