Holding - part 1
By Henra
HenraM@tuxedomask.com
PG rated
It has been a long time since the prologue until this part was
done. Almost year, really. *smiles sheepishly* But this is a story
that needed some…deep thinking. ^-^ Hope you like it. And remember to
email me afterwards!
Disclaimer: The usual. Whoever says that Sailor Moon legally belongs
to me, I'll give whoever a million dollars.
So she was different.
So she wasn't his type.
So he knew he shouldn't like her.
…
So he fell for her anyways.
Part one
"Got a nice sleep?" Motoki asked, as he and Mamoru were walking
to class that following Tuesday.
"No, ya think?" Mamoru stifled a yawn. Probably the tenth time
this morning. He let the gathered tears die down in his eyes, and
rubbed them as they ached.
Motoki laughed. "Why not?"
"I just couldn't fall asleep. Don't ask me why." Mamoru shot a
direct gaze at his companion.
Motoki shrugged, careless.
"Is she here?" A sudden question burst out of his mouth
suddenly, surprising both himself and Motoki. His blue eyes, though,
glanced around, as if she could be spotted immediately.
"That Usagi girl?"
"Uh-huh." No sign of her, and he turned back to his friend, a
bit disappointed.
"Yeah, of course she is. This is only her second day, you know.
Why you ask?"
"Nothing. I'm just curious."
He walked with the crowd that was going toward the same
direction he was, and stayed silent. He could see a few people
lingering around lockers, communicating in lowered voices. A frown
formed between his brows, followed by the tensing of his jaw.
Something was different in the air this morning.
They walked in the classroom--surprised stillness. When it
used to buzz with noises every morning, never one day of quiet
allowed. Yet today, it was so silent a drop of pin could be heard.
He saw her immediately, be it his subtle vision or just chance.
People were looking at her between words, trying not be obvious, but
actually were.
He motioned Motoki toward where Usagi was with his head. Right
across from his desk, giving him the perfect view to look at her
profile without having to twist his head. Motoki cast a brief glance
at her, and then took his seat behind Mamoru.
The teacher walked in. Eyes turned toward her. There was a
different expression on her face--surprised mixed with actual
happiness. Happy, Mamoru guessed, that her first class of the day was
actually quiet for a change.
"Morning, everyone. I'll take attendance."
Mamoru watched Usagi from the corner of his eyes with practiced
ease. She seemed serene and docile, sitting there like a good little
girl. A smile grazed his lips, thinking of just how different she had
acted yesterday.
Then, by magic, with a turn of her head, she was suddenly
gazing directly into his eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up slowly
as he watched her eyes rake over him. Instant uneasiness sprang up
inside, but he sat, frozen. He stayed there, and met her gaze evenly
when her eyes glanced up at his face again.
She cocked a thin, dark blondish eyebrow and then turned back,
as if nothing had happened.
He cleared his throat, and it took a moment before he regained
posture. He took out a notebook out of his backpack--his doodling
book.
Scribbling was his favorite thing to do, especially when in
need of a distraction.
It was not after five minutes, after the sharp sound of a book
falling to the floor, did he notice what he just scrawled. Usagi's
initial. T.U. He had even drawn little arches and things around,
decorating it.
He tore the paper out of the notebook, suddenly irritated and
angry. He crumpled it into a ball, and into the desk it went.
He looked at the fresh page. With complete blankness in his
mind, he stared. His hand ached, wanting. He picked up his pen
again.
"Mamoru, would you like to show the class what you're drawing?"
His eyes became wide as he looked up. Oh shit. First time he
had ever been caught. He must've made a sound somehow. "Actually,
ma'am, it's not that important. I was just…"
"Doodling?" Her eyes pierced into his, stern and emotionless.
His cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you at least pretend my class is
interesting."
He hanged his head, silent.
"You can't blame him."
Heads turned to the new voice--feminine, cool, direct.
Usagi. He knew it was she. His eyes narrowed amusedly.
Haruna-sensei's, however, widened dangerously. "Tsukino, you have
something to say?"
A corner of Usagi's lips turned up. "You seem stunned. No
offense, but it IS very hard to pretend that your class is
fascinating." Her tone was light, carefree, as if she was giving
compliments instead of delivering hidden insults.
A few chuckles rose.
A mixture of shock and hurt appeared on Haruna-sensei's face.
"Excuse me?" She choked out.
"You heard what I said." Usagi's eyes seemed to laugh.
Mamoru didn't know whether to feel amused or appalled. His eyes
locked on her.
A rather strained sound of throat clearing came from Haruna-sensei.
She was, clearly, struggling to stay cool. "I will excuse your behavior
this time, Usagi, since you're new. Now let's go back to our
lesson." She looked down at her book.
"You heard what the girl said--this class is boring!" Someone
shouted. The source was from the back of the room--Yushiga. Here was a
person who would take any chance to cause a disturbance.
Mamoru thought Haruna-sensei was going to cry. He looked at Usagi.
She was fixed on staring at Yushiga.
"I can't help what you think of this class, Yushiga, but I do
know that some students would like to continue to learn, so be
quiet--"
"Who would want to learn? I would like to know!" Yushiga's voice
boomed over the classroom.
More chuckles.
Mamoru saw Haruna-sensei's eyes--tears almost spilling. He looked
back at Usagi again. She had a smirk on her face. He frowned. Second
thoughts about her were filling his head.
Haruna-sensei took a sharp intake of breath. "Well. I'm sorry that
you don't feel like getting a decent education, Yushiga, but you don't
speak for other students." She seemed like she took control of herself.
"I think I do!"
"Yushiga, if you don't be quiet right now--"
"You'll have me stand outside?" The cocky smile of Yushiga's was
getting wider--and also getting on Mamoru's nerves.
"All right, the fun's over. We're hurting her, can't you see?"
Usagi spoke, just as Mamoru was about to open his mouth. Her words,
although the right ones for the moment, still sounded mocking.
Yushiga stopped talking, his grin gone. His eyes were directed
at Usagi. His face--never before seen respect.
Haruna-sensei seemed shaky.
"Haruna-sensei…you can continue your lesson now," Motoki said
suddenly, in a comforting voice.
"Thank you…Motoki…but I think…excuse me, everyone." Haruna-sensei
walked out. Her purse was left on the desk--she never went anywhere
without it.
"All right, yeah!" Yushiga yelled out ruthlessly, along with a
few others.
Mamoru threw a glance in Usagi's direction, and was shocked
when he saw a smug smile on her face. He turned back, and stared at
his desk. He was wrong about her.
She wasn't his type at all.
Someone stood up. "Don't you feel ashamed, Yushiga? God, what's
wrong with you people? You are going to get in trouble for this, you
know--don't think you won't. Haruna-sensei's probably going to the
principal right at this moment to suspend you."
"Hey!" Yushiga's face was flushed in anger. "Some of us would
like to take a break from that Haruna-sensei! She's too tense and
uptight! Thank god she figured out now that she needs to change." He
suddenly smiled at Usagi. "And it's all because of Tsukino right
here…"
Mamoru looked at Usagi, hoping.
"I can't take all the credit…" Usagi shrugged, smiling back at
Yushiga.
Mamoru turned back, sick.
* * *
"Boy, did I thought that Tsukino Usagi wrong…" Motoki started.
"She looked harmless."
Mamoru didn't reply.
Only the phrase "shocked beyond belief" could suit his feeling.
He had made a huge mistake by falling for her.
A murmur rose in the air.
Usagi walked in with Yushiga--his arm was draped around her.
Jealousy. Mamoru's eyes glued to the couple. Motoki tugged at
him, questioning. He had questions, too--and who could answer them?
They were in the same class again?
He watched as the two took seats. He stared at the back of her
blond head, and felt sudden hatred.
It was only the fourth class. Barely on her second day.
And she already hooked up with Yushiga.
He knew. Instantly, he knew that she was trouble. Any girl who
wouldn't see through Yushiga--or had and didn't care--was no good.
He tore his gaze away--he couldn't think about her. WOULDN'T
think about her. He reached his hand into his backpack, and felt a
flutter of excitement, fingering the spiral notebook with his wanting
hands. Doodling. There was no better comfort.
Cautiously, and even more cautiously, he pulled it out, and
placed it gently down on his desk. "What are you doing?" A feminine
voice.
He tensed. He didn't turn his head. "None of your business."
The person was sitting right behind him.
Her tone wasn't getting any softer. "The teacher might notice,
you know."
"Didn't I just SAY it was none of your business?" He lowered his
voice, his tone threatening.
No more sound.
He waited. Then, satisfied, he started to scribble a face. He
was no artist, he knew, but he could capture a person's features. At
least, he thought he could, since people knew who the faces were
anytime he showed them.
Every few seconds or so he would look up, just to check, his
heart in his throat. Hell, he didn't want to get caught again. Of
course, whenever the teacher's gaze swept toward his direction, it
was easy to just place his elbows on the notebook, and paste on a
thoughtful expression.
He was an expert at it. It was no problem for him to pass
classes. A couple of hours of cramming before tests, and he could ace
them. No problem at all.
A grin spread across his features. The face was beginning to
look more and more like Motoki. He wasn't even conscious that he was
roughly sketching his friend.
"Is that Motoki?"
Same person. Mamoru turned around, curious, with a raised
eyebrow. He had never bothered to care who sat behind him in any
classes.
A girl. Big baby blue eyes with a friendly glint in them, long
light blond hair, tied back with a red bow. His heart flipped,
realizing how much she looked like Usagi. Who was she? He never even
noticed her before. "You know Motoki?" he asked, interested.
She nodded, smiling. "We're very good friends. I know he's in
your crowd. But he and I hardly hang out together--that's why you
don't know me."
He smiled back. "I'm Chiba Mamoru."
"Aino Minako."
"Sorry about what happened a few minutes ago."
"Don't be. I was just watching for you, you know--I really don't
want you to get caught."
"Thanks. I thought you were just being too nosy."
"I am. Sometimes."
He grinned.
"Aino and Chiba--I can hear you talking."
An apologetic look was directed from him to her, and he turned
back around. He lowered his head, since the teacher was staring at
him. He placed his elbows down on top of the pages.
But as the lesson went on, he still couldn't resist the
overwhelming urge. Focusing on the notebook, he scribbled and sketched
until a clear face of Motoki's stared back. Smiling, he briefly
motioned for Minako to see. She rolled her eyes, but nodded approval.
He grinned, a silly one that he always showed when someone liked his
work.
Then, he felt a pair of eyes on him, and his eyes involuntarily
went to meet the gaze.
Usagi. She was looking right at him. He suppressed the urge to
react, since he had no idea what she was up to. He couldn't be too
careful.
She studied him for a few more seconds, this time directly at
his face, then, with a cool smile on her lips, turned away. Just like
before.
He drew in a shaky breath. Then he cursed himself. She was just
a new girl--what was his deal? Except, of course--he had vowed to have
her as soon as he saw her.
How crazy he had been. And how crazy he was now, still wanting
to keep that vow.
* * *
"Where are you off to?"
Mamoru glanced at Motoki briefly. "Home."
"Come hang out with us down at the park."
"I don't think so. I need to catch up on some work. There's a
test tomorrow."
"Usagi'll be there."
He froze. Staring at Motoki with surprised eyes, he asked
suspiciously, "How do you know?"
"How else? Yushiga was gloating about it. I think he really
likes her." Motoki laughed, but eyed Mamoru carefully. "She really
caught his attention when she gave that blow to Haruna-sensei."
Instant jealousy. Trying to shake it off, a smile was forced
upon his face. "That's nice. I think they fit each other, actually."
The words took all his strength.
"Uh-huh, sure." Definite sarcasm in Motoki's voice.
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, okay? I'm going home."
"Come on, Mamoru! Practically everyone's gonna be there--you
know can't miss it."
"What's so special about today, anyway?"
Silence. Then, with a surprised voice, "Hello? It's Yushiga's
birthday, remember? He never permits any of his friends to not
celebrate it with him together."
A groan. Mamoru scowled, knowing there was no way out. "Fine, I
have to go then."
"Good. You know, we're all fortunate that Yushiga despises
gifts--otherwise half of us wouldn't be coming."
They walked off together toward the park, which was only down
the block. Backpacks were slung over their shoulders, and different
expressions were on their faces--one, with excitement, the other--
obligation.
Mamoru thought about how it would really blacken Usagi's
reputation if words spread around that she was with Yushiga. Yushiga
was considered popular, but not the kind of popularity that had him
liked by all his friends. Mamoru then frowned. She probably already
lost some respect by what she pulled on Haruna-sensei. It wasn't a major
loss, but she could've acted better on her second day.
Motoki waved a hand in the air and Mamoru's thoughts were
immediately interrupted by loud cries of "Hey you're here!" He pasted
a grin on his face, and involuntarily, the first thing he noticed was
Usagi, actually sitting on Yushiga's lap, with a stone bench beneath.
"All right, did we miss the birthday song?" He asked, with surprised
evenness in his voice. Walking up the grass, he looked around, and
nodded hellos to friends.
"You're late, but not that late. Since most of you are here,
why don't you sing it now?" Yushiga's voice boomed over crowd noises,
and eyes, shining with amusement, turned to him.
"So who's going to start us?" Sairu spoke up.
"I will." Usagi's light voice caught attention.
Low cries of whoos echoed through the area.
She smiled, and got up. As she started the first verse, her
clear and sweet voice wiped away all sardonic looks on faces. Mamoru
stared in amazement, wondering how she could sound one thing and
behave like another.
Everyone then joined in, and Mamoru noticed Yushiga staring at
Usagi deeply. He swallowed the sour taste in his mouth, and finished
the song with a slight unpleasant voice. Luckily, no one noticed. He
clapped along with others, a grin fixed on his lips.
"It's time to open presents now. Where are they?" Usagi
inquired, her blue eyes darting around the area blankly. "How come
there's none in sight?"
Mamoru looked at her, thinking how remarkable it was that she
seemed to take control so easily. Especially when she practically
knew no one. He cleared his throat, and focused on Yushiga, wondering
what he had to reply.
"That's because I don't really like presents…" He said slowly,
half-smiling.
"Nonsense! Who doesn't like presents?"
"Yeah, well--that's just me. Why don't we start playing some
games?" Yushiga turned his attention away, and raised his eyebrows,
questioning wordlessly.
Usagi frowned, and continued to look at Yushiga, a focused
curious gaze. Then, as if giving up, she shrugged and glanced away.
Mamoru rolled his eyes, bored. He never liked these so-called
"games" of Yushiga's. It always somehow involved violence. But it
would probably be different today. Mamoru eyed the few girls in the
area, hoping Yushiga took time to think about them.
"How about Spin the Bottle?" Hino Rei, who was standing beside
Motoki, suggested casually.
Mamoru made a face in disgust. It went unnoticed to him that
Yushiga saw it. Taking a few seconds to consider, Yushiga then
declared, "Truth or Dare."
"Why am I not surprised?" Rei grumbled, shifting.
Everyone made a circle on the grass automatically, setting
butts down the soft green carpet-like ground. Yushiga spoke up, a
smile crawling across his face, "I'll go first. Usagi--truth or dare?"
Heads turned to her, and she crossed her arms boldly. "Truth."
"Were you really kicked out of your last school?"
"No. That's just a stupid rumor."
A nod from Yushiga. "Fair enough. Your pick."
Her eyes directed at Mamoru, and a nervous feeling tugged at
him repulsively, though he stared back, his shoulders squared. Her
mouth turned up for a smirk, and then she turned away, fastening her
gaze on Rei. "Truth or dare?"
Rei lifted her chin, mustering courage. "Truth."
"Who do you like?" A direct question, no hesitancy.
Mamoru uttered a small silent sigh of relief. God helped him if
she had asked him that question. His eyes curiously wandered to Rei--
she always seemed like the tough type of girl. It would be
incredulous if she had feelings for any guy. But no matter. He waited
for her answer, as did everyone else.
A blush covered her cheeks, and she pursed her lips.
"You picked it. Now answer, please," Usagi commanded quietly.
"Ma…Mamoru." The faintest quiver detected in Rei's voice.
Stunned silence.
Mamoru felt a sudden head rush, and his eyes could only burn
into Rei's, dumbfounded. She averted his gaze, her blush deepening.
"Well, well, well," Usagi said, her smug smile barely visible.
"I bet no one had any idea, huh?" She glanced around, and upon
hearing no replies, smiled, satisfied.
Mamoru frowned as he concentrated back on Usagi. She looked as
if she knew all along. But that was impossible. It was only her
second day; she hadn't talked to Rei yet, let alone be a confidant
of hers. What was Usagi's real deal, exposing this?
"Rei, I believe it's your turn now."
Rei snapped to attention, and her eyes glanced at every other
pair except Mamoru's. "Motoki." She picked at last. "Truth or dare?"
Motoki smiled nervously, and then muttered out a simple, "Dare."
Yushiga whistled, and remarked loudly, "Give him something good,
Rei!"
Rei smirked, a dangerous flame in her eyes. "I dare you…to slap
Usagi."
Mamoru's heart practically stopped. Holy shit. What was she
doing? He shifted wide eyes to Motoki, no idea what his friend's
decision would be. Sensing his gaze, Motoki turned to him, but only
stared back, helpless. This time it wasn't Yushiga who started being
personal, much to Mamoru's surprise. He had never expected Rei.
"Hello? Did you hear what I said?" Impatience clearly in Rei's
voice.
Just as everyone waited, breathless, Usagi broke the silence.
"Go ahead, Motoki--you know the reason why Rei wants you to." She
turned her big eyes to the raven-haired girl. "She's just mad that I
made her confess." Her gaze never wavered as the words rolled out.
Motoki still sat, hesitant, torn. "Usagi, I…"
"Go ahead. Didn't I just give you permission? This way, you
won't make Rei mad, or make me seethe." Usagi smiled.
Mamoru looked at her, admiration shining in his eyes. He knew
exactly what she was doing. And how smart she was.
Motoki shakily stood up, and then made his way across the human
circle to Usagi. He did as he was told. His ears were red as he turned
away, an apology on his lips.
Yushiga let out another low whistle, but this time--no excitement
or anxiousness. "Damn, Rei, what's wrong on with you? You're not that
embarrassed that Mamrou knows you have a crush on him, are you? I
mean, come on--I knew all this time."
At that, Rei's eyes became round. She clasped a hand over her
mouth, her gaze turned away.
Mamoru swallowed, uncomfortable. "All right, all right--who's
next?"
"I believe it's my choice now," Motoki replied, an unsteady
note in his voice. He lifted his eyes to Usagi, and asked, "Truth or
dare, Usagi?"
No indecision. "Truth."
Motoki considered. Then, shrugging carelessly, asked, "Why did
you choose to come to this school?"
"That's not fair. These questions for Usagi are so simple they
don't need a game like this to be answered." Rei's stern voice cut
in, harshness in her eyes.
"To reply to your question, Motoki," Usagi continued, unfazed,
"I didn't have a choice. My dad's job transferred him here. We had to
follow." She looked at Rei bleakly for a moment, and her gaze then
traveled to Mamoru. She smiled, and spoke, "I'll pick Mamoru this
time. So what's it gonna be?"
Mamoru straightened up. "Since it's most challenging, I'll pick
dare," he replied easily.
Her smile widened. "Then…I dare you to kiss me." At the sound
of Rei's stunned gasp, her eyes danced enjoyably. "Well?"
There was a frog in his throat. He knew it was because of Rei
that she had asked this. Telling himself to act cool, he smiled back
charmingly. "How can I reject?" He got up casually, and pulled her
over, but hesitated when he looked right into her face.
"Are you willing to chicken out?" She asked softly, a step
closer.
Boldness filled him at her words. "No." He cupped her face in
his hand, and leaned in with one swift attempt. Her lips were soft,
warm, but she kissed him back with such a force that he knew she was
deliberately putting on a show. A show just for Rei. Yet there was
also something else in her kiss. Challenge. Daring him to back away.
He wanted to smile. She was so different.
When they broke apart, what awaited them was a muted crowd.
Usagi smiled and spoke, "Well. I got more than I hoped for."
Calmly, she walked back to her spot next to Yushiga, and sat down.
"Your pick, Mamoru." There was an edge in Yushiga's voice.
Knowing he had no other choice, especially faced with Yushiga's
death glare, Mamoru inquired quietly. "Yushiga--your pick?"
"Dare." Yushiga's eyes flashed.
No other alternative. "I dare you to kiss Usagi," he said
simply.
He ignored the brief surprise and amusement evident in Usagi's
eyes. He could only wait patiently as Yushiga enveloped her with
predicted ardor.
"Nice move--by that dare to Yushiga, you saved yourself the
trouble of being beaten up," Motoki remarked, after the crowd had
scattered.
Mamoru shrugged indifferently. "I'm not afraid of him anyhow."
He glanced at Yushiga momentarily. He was standing so close to Usagi.
Mamoru picked up his backpack, and turned to go. "I'll see you in
class?"
Motoki nodded. "Sure. Got lots of cramming to do tonight?"
Laughter bubbled in Mamoru's throat. "No one knows me like you
do." He strolled off, an easy grin on his lips.
The sun was setting, and he looked up to the sky as he walked,
admiring the orange clouds. Perfect calmness gently rose in him.
Something that he hadn't felt for too long. He enjoyed this, and
slowed his pace, in no hurry at all to get home.
Tsukino Usagi. He muttered the name softly, too soft for even
his own ears to hear. Rabbits were supposed to be innocent creatures.
Especially rabbits of the moon. Yet she wasn't innocent at all. Sure,
she looked it, and could fool anyone, but he could see through that
in a second.
It was going to be hard trying to win her. He realized Yushiga
was tough competition.
And what was more challenging, Yushiga seemed like the type
that Usagi would be interested in. Rough, ill-bred. And Mamoru knew
he was definitely not known for that. But really, who was he to say?
She was unpredictable. His lips curled. She was beautiful. And she
was a challenger. It was more than he could ask for.
"Dare I hope that you would like company?"
He stopped short. Turning his eyes, he met her calm ocean blue
ones. And they were calm. No hint of challenge or defiance.
Usagi smiled, and stepped out of the grass. She pointed toward
the direction he was heading. "My house is that way too."
He nodded, and made a motion for her to step beside him. He
expected his heart to pound, but somehow, the comforting sunset and
her peaceful blue eyes had an affect on him. He was relaxed. More
relaxed than he had ever been when in her presence.
They walked quietly down the road.
"So, about that dare." She grinned at him. "You know why I did
it, right? To spite Rei. Is she always that rude, or is it just me?"
His eyes sparkled with amusement. "She's tough. It's not very
easy to befriend her. But once you break down that barrier, she's so
great that you wonder something miraculous had taken place."
"And she had Motoki slapping me!" Usagi laughed, a soft laugh
that made Mamoru smile also. "I felt so sorry for Motoki. He looked
as if he had eaten poison."
"Rei's not always that direct with her feelings."
"And I suppose the fact that she likes you have no effect on
you?"
"Why did you ask her that, anyway? You knew the answer." He
raised the last note faintly.
"I'm surprised that you realize. Yes, I did know. You see, I am
a very good observer, and I know things that no one knows." She
winked at him, her dark lashes fluttering down for just a moment.
"Really. You still haven't answered why."
"Because I felt that I needed to have the upper hand with her."
"Oh."
Peaceful silence.
Then, her words suddenly appealed to him, and he became alarmed.
'I know things that no one knows.'
Did she know about him? His feelings, for her? He hoped that he
never was obvious. But he couldn't be sure. There was no telling what
his eyes might've given off when she glanced at him discreetly.
"Usagi…"
"Hmm?"
His mind quickly changed. "Who named you anyway?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. Subtle sharpness crept into her
face. "Why do you ask that?"
"Because…it doesn't really…fit you." Complete honesty. It was a
risk, but he figured she wouldn't be offended.
He was right. She swiftly grinned, and her face went back being
carefree. "You're not the first one who said that. I'm not surprised.
People tell me all the time that my features fit a description of a
rabbit--innocent, naïve…but my personality is a whole different thing."
"And you don't mind?"
"I used to. But now I got over it. I can't help it, can I? Being
me, I mean." She turned to stare at him as they walked.
He shook his head, and focused his eyes on a faraway tree. "Of
course not. It's in your blood."
"Is it?"
Her words were soft, and they sounded so doubtful. He looked at
her, a tad confused.
Then, a rather forced smile formed on her face, and she
exhaled deeply. "Oh well. That's me. Love it or hate it."
He kept silent.
"Where do you live, anyway?" She suddenly asked, a few minutes
later.
It took a second before he registered her question. "Oh, I--"
He glanced around. He stopped short. "I think I passed my turn." A
mistake made by pure stupidity. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks
slightly.
She laughed. The sound would've made him cringe, but it wasn't
derisive at all. It was light and understanding, as if this kind of
thing happened to her all the time. The embarrassment slid away, and
he smiled back, realizing just how funny how it was.
"I was wondering where we were walking to."
He looked at her. An amused gleam lit in his eyes. "You…so…you
don't live here?"
She laughed again. "I do. But I passed mine, too. I was thinking
of going to your house and hide my mistake."
He laughed also, and shook his head incredulously. "We gotta be
more careful."
She tilted her head, and wriggled her eyebrows. "You betcha."
She turned ninety degrees. "Come on."
He was careful to inspect the surroundings closely. It should be
only five minutes until he reached his original turn down the street.
He asked abruptly, "Are you and Yushiga, you know, an item?"
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "Do we look like
it?"
"I don't know. You sat on his lap."
Laughter ringing in his ears. "And that means we're together?
What kind of stuff do they teach you at this school?"
Slight irritation grew in him. "Gee, sorry. Didn't know you
minded this much."
"Oh no, I don't. I just think it's weird--I'm just flirting with
Yushiga, and people take us as a couple. Don't be offended." Her tone
was unruffled, and to him, it sounded like she didn't give a damn
whether or not he had taken offense.
He straightened, and walked the rest in silence.
"Here's my street." His voice was wooden.
"Okay. I still need to walk about two minutes further. Looks
like I live closer to the school."
"Guess so." He paused. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
A brief flash of smile. "Of course. Thanks for walking me home."
"But I didn't. Not really." Could his voice be any more stiff?
She didn't seem to notice. "Well…then thanks for ALMOST walking
me home." Another wink and she was off.
And as he stood there, looking at her back, a realization came
to him.
She could be warm if she wanted to. He knew she could. All that
rebelliousness was an act. Maybe not all of it, but he knew the real
her wasn't what she was presenting to the world. How he saw, he didn't
know.
But her name was Usagi. No one would've named her that if there
were no real innocence in her.
***
So how was it?
Try Me is complete, and I know Only Her should be my next goal, but I
just had to get this down.
Please email me your comments!
Moonieround - http://www6.brinkster.com/moonieround
By Henra
HenraM@tuxedomask.com
PG rated
It has been a long time since the prologue until this part was
done. Almost year, really. *smiles sheepishly* But this is a story
that needed some…deep thinking. ^-^ Hope you like it. And remember to
email me afterwards!
Disclaimer: The usual. Whoever says that Sailor Moon legally belongs
to me, I'll give whoever a million dollars.
So she was different.
So she wasn't his type.
So he knew he shouldn't like her.
…
So he fell for her anyways.
Part one
"Got a nice sleep?" Motoki asked, as he and Mamoru were walking
to class that following Tuesday.
"No, ya think?" Mamoru stifled a yawn. Probably the tenth time
this morning. He let the gathered tears die down in his eyes, and
rubbed them as they ached.
Motoki laughed. "Why not?"
"I just couldn't fall asleep. Don't ask me why." Mamoru shot a
direct gaze at his companion.
Motoki shrugged, careless.
"Is she here?" A sudden question burst out of his mouth
suddenly, surprising both himself and Motoki. His blue eyes, though,
glanced around, as if she could be spotted immediately.
"That Usagi girl?"
"Uh-huh." No sign of her, and he turned back to his friend, a
bit disappointed.
"Yeah, of course she is. This is only her second day, you know.
Why you ask?"
"Nothing. I'm just curious."
He walked with the crowd that was going toward the same
direction he was, and stayed silent. He could see a few people
lingering around lockers, communicating in lowered voices. A frown
formed between his brows, followed by the tensing of his jaw.
Something was different in the air this morning.
They walked in the classroom--surprised stillness. When it
used to buzz with noises every morning, never one day of quiet
allowed. Yet today, it was so silent a drop of pin could be heard.
He saw her immediately, be it his subtle vision or just chance.
People were looking at her between words, trying not be obvious, but
actually were.
He motioned Motoki toward where Usagi was with his head. Right
across from his desk, giving him the perfect view to look at her
profile without having to twist his head. Motoki cast a brief glance
at her, and then took his seat behind Mamoru.
The teacher walked in. Eyes turned toward her. There was a
different expression on her face--surprised mixed with actual
happiness. Happy, Mamoru guessed, that her first class of the day was
actually quiet for a change.
"Morning, everyone. I'll take attendance."
Mamoru watched Usagi from the corner of his eyes with practiced
ease. She seemed serene and docile, sitting there like a good little
girl. A smile grazed his lips, thinking of just how different she had
acted yesterday.
Then, by magic, with a turn of her head, she was suddenly
gazing directly into his eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up slowly
as he watched her eyes rake over him. Instant uneasiness sprang up
inside, but he sat, frozen. He stayed there, and met her gaze evenly
when her eyes glanced up at his face again.
She cocked a thin, dark blondish eyebrow and then turned back,
as if nothing had happened.
He cleared his throat, and it took a moment before he regained
posture. He took out a notebook out of his backpack--his doodling
book.
Scribbling was his favorite thing to do, especially when in
need of a distraction.
It was not after five minutes, after the sharp sound of a book
falling to the floor, did he notice what he just scrawled. Usagi's
initial. T.U. He had even drawn little arches and things around,
decorating it.
He tore the paper out of the notebook, suddenly irritated and
angry. He crumpled it into a ball, and into the desk it went.
He looked at the fresh page. With complete blankness in his
mind, he stared. His hand ached, wanting. He picked up his pen
again.
"Mamoru, would you like to show the class what you're drawing?"
His eyes became wide as he looked up. Oh shit. First time he
had ever been caught. He must've made a sound somehow. "Actually,
ma'am, it's not that important. I was just…"
"Doodling?" Her eyes pierced into his, stern and emotionless.
His cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you at least pretend my class is
interesting."
He hanged his head, silent.
"You can't blame him."
Heads turned to the new voice--feminine, cool, direct.
Usagi. He knew it was she. His eyes narrowed amusedly.
Haruna-sensei's, however, widened dangerously. "Tsukino, you have
something to say?"
A corner of Usagi's lips turned up. "You seem stunned. No
offense, but it IS very hard to pretend that your class is
fascinating." Her tone was light, carefree, as if she was giving
compliments instead of delivering hidden insults.
A few chuckles rose.
A mixture of shock and hurt appeared on Haruna-sensei's face.
"Excuse me?" She choked out.
"You heard what I said." Usagi's eyes seemed to laugh.
Mamoru didn't know whether to feel amused or appalled. His eyes
locked on her.
A rather strained sound of throat clearing came from Haruna-sensei.
She was, clearly, struggling to stay cool. "I will excuse your behavior
this time, Usagi, since you're new. Now let's go back to our
lesson." She looked down at her book.
"You heard what the girl said--this class is boring!" Someone
shouted. The source was from the back of the room--Yushiga. Here was a
person who would take any chance to cause a disturbance.
Mamoru thought Haruna-sensei was going to cry. He looked at Usagi.
She was fixed on staring at Yushiga.
"I can't help what you think of this class, Yushiga, but I do
know that some students would like to continue to learn, so be
quiet--"
"Who would want to learn? I would like to know!" Yushiga's voice
boomed over the classroom.
More chuckles.
Mamoru saw Haruna-sensei's eyes--tears almost spilling. He looked
back at Usagi again. She had a smirk on her face. He frowned. Second
thoughts about her were filling his head.
Haruna-sensei took a sharp intake of breath. "Well. I'm sorry that
you don't feel like getting a decent education, Yushiga, but you don't
speak for other students." She seemed like she took control of herself.
"I think I do!"
"Yushiga, if you don't be quiet right now--"
"You'll have me stand outside?" The cocky smile of Yushiga's was
getting wider--and also getting on Mamoru's nerves.
"All right, the fun's over. We're hurting her, can't you see?"
Usagi spoke, just as Mamoru was about to open his mouth. Her words,
although the right ones for the moment, still sounded mocking.
Yushiga stopped talking, his grin gone. His eyes were directed
at Usagi. His face--never before seen respect.
Haruna-sensei seemed shaky.
"Haruna-sensei…you can continue your lesson now," Motoki said
suddenly, in a comforting voice.
"Thank you…Motoki…but I think…excuse me, everyone." Haruna-sensei
walked out. Her purse was left on the desk--she never went anywhere
without it.
"All right, yeah!" Yushiga yelled out ruthlessly, along with a
few others.
Mamoru threw a glance in Usagi's direction, and was shocked
when he saw a smug smile on her face. He turned back, and stared at
his desk. He was wrong about her.
She wasn't his type at all.
Someone stood up. "Don't you feel ashamed, Yushiga? God, what's
wrong with you people? You are going to get in trouble for this, you
know--don't think you won't. Haruna-sensei's probably going to the
principal right at this moment to suspend you."
"Hey!" Yushiga's face was flushed in anger. "Some of us would
like to take a break from that Haruna-sensei! She's too tense and
uptight! Thank god she figured out now that she needs to change." He
suddenly smiled at Usagi. "And it's all because of Tsukino right
here…"
Mamoru looked at Usagi, hoping.
"I can't take all the credit…" Usagi shrugged, smiling back at
Yushiga.
Mamoru turned back, sick.
* * *
"Boy, did I thought that Tsukino Usagi wrong…" Motoki started.
"She looked harmless."
Mamoru didn't reply.
Only the phrase "shocked beyond belief" could suit his feeling.
He had made a huge mistake by falling for her.
A murmur rose in the air.
Usagi walked in with Yushiga--his arm was draped around her.
Jealousy. Mamoru's eyes glued to the couple. Motoki tugged at
him, questioning. He had questions, too--and who could answer them?
They were in the same class again?
He watched as the two took seats. He stared at the back of her
blond head, and felt sudden hatred.
It was only the fourth class. Barely on her second day.
And she already hooked up with Yushiga.
He knew. Instantly, he knew that she was trouble. Any girl who
wouldn't see through Yushiga--or had and didn't care--was no good.
He tore his gaze away--he couldn't think about her. WOULDN'T
think about her. He reached his hand into his backpack, and felt a
flutter of excitement, fingering the spiral notebook with his wanting
hands. Doodling. There was no better comfort.
Cautiously, and even more cautiously, he pulled it out, and
placed it gently down on his desk. "What are you doing?" A feminine
voice.
He tensed. He didn't turn his head. "None of your business."
The person was sitting right behind him.
Her tone wasn't getting any softer. "The teacher might notice,
you know."
"Didn't I just SAY it was none of your business?" He lowered his
voice, his tone threatening.
No more sound.
He waited. Then, satisfied, he started to scribble a face. He
was no artist, he knew, but he could capture a person's features. At
least, he thought he could, since people knew who the faces were
anytime he showed them.
Every few seconds or so he would look up, just to check, his
heart in his throat. Hell, he didn't want to get caught again. Of
course, whenever the teacher's gaze swept toward his direction, it
was easy to just place his elbows on the notebook, and paste on a
thoughtful expression.
He was an expert at it. It was no problem for him to pass
classes. A couple of hours of cramming before tests, and he could ace
them. No problem at all.
A grin spread across his features. The face was beginning to
look more and more like Motoki. He wasn't even conscious that he was
roughly sketching his friend.
"Is that Motoki?"
Same person. Mamoru turned around, curious, with a raised
eyebrow. He had never bothered to care who sat behind him in any
classes.
A girl. Big baby blue eyes with a friendly glint in them, long
light blond hair, tied back with a red bow. His heart flipped,
realizing how much she looked like Usagi. Who was she? He never even
noticed her before. "You know Motoki?" he asked, interested.
She nodded, smiling. "We're very good friends. I know he's in
your crowd. But he and I hardly hang out together--that's why you
don't know me."
He smiled back. "I'm Chiba Mamoru."
"Aino Minako."
"Sorry about what happened a few minutes ago."
"Don't be. I was just watching for you, you know--I really don't
want you to get caught."
"Thanks. I thought you were just being too nosy."
"I am. Sometimes."
He grinned.
"Aino and Chiba--I can hear you talking."
An apologetic look was directed from him to her, and he turned
back around. He lowered his head, since the teacher was staring at
him. He placed his elbows down on top of the pages.
But as the lesson went on, he still couldn't resist the
overwhelming urge. Focusing on the notebook, he scribbled and sketched
until a clear face of Motoki's stared back. Smiling, he briefly
motioned for Minako to see. She rolled her eyes, but nodded approval.
He grinned, a silly one that he always showed when someone liked his
work.
Then, he felt a pair of eyes on him, and his eyes involuntarily
went to meet the gaze.
Usagi. She was looking right at him. He suppressed the urge to
react, since he had no idea what she was up to. He couldn't be too
careful.
She studied him for a few more seconds, this time directly at
his face, then, with a cool smile on her lips, turned away. Just like
before.
He drew in a shaky breath. Then he cursed himself. She was just
a new girl--what was his deal? Except, of course--he had vowed to have
her as soon as he saw her.
How crazy he had been. And how crazy he was now, still wanting
to keep that vow.
* * *
"Where are you off to?"
Mamoru glanced at Motoki briefly. "Home."
"Come hang out with us down at the park."
"I don't think so. I need to catch up on some work. There's a
test tomorrow."
"Usagi'll be there."
He froze. Staring at Motoki with surprised eyes, he asked
suspiciously, "How do you know?"
"How else? Yushiga was gloating about it. I think he really
likes her." Motoki laughed, but eyed Mamoru carefully. "She really
caught his attention when she gave that blow to Haruna-sensei."
Instant jealousy. Trying to shake it off, a smile was forced
upon his face. "That's nice. I think they fit each other, actually."
The words took all his strength.
"Uh-huh, sure." Definite sarcasm in Motoki's voice.
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, okay? I'm going home."
"Come on, Mamoru! Practically everyone's gonna be there--you
know can't miss it."
"What's so special about today, anyway?"
Silence. Then, with a surprised voice, "Hello? It's Yushiga's
birthday, remember? He never permits any of his friends to not
celebrate it with him together."
A groan. Mamoru scowled, knowing there was no way out. "Fine, I
have to go then."
"Good. You know, we're all fortunate that Yushiga despises
gifts--otherwise half of us wouldn't be coming."
They walked off together toward the park, which was only down
the block. Backpacks were slung over their shoulders, and different
expressions were on their faces--one, with excitement, the other--
obligation.
Mamoru thought about how it would really blacken Usagi's
reputation if words spread around that she was with Yushiga. Yushiga
was considered popular, but not the kind of popularity that had him
liked by all his friends. Mamoru then frowned. She probably already
lost some respect by what she pulled on Haruna-sensei. It wasn't a major
loss, but she could've acted better on her second day.
Motoki waved a hand in the air and Mamoru's thoughts were
immediately interrupted by loud cries of "Hey you're here!" He pasted
a grin on his face, and involuntarily, the first thing he noticed was
Usagi, actually sitting on Yushiga's lap, with a stone bench beneath.
"All right, did we miss the birthday song?" He asked, with surprised
evenness in his voice. Walking up the grass, he looked around, and
nodded hellos to friends.
"You're late, but not that late. Since most of you are here,
why don't you sing it now?" Yushiga's voice boomed over crowd noises,
and eyes, shining with amusement, turned to him.
"So who's going to start us?" Sairu spoke up.
"I will." Usagi's light voice caught attention.
Low cries of whoos echoed through the area.
She smiled, and got up. As she started the first verse, her
clear and sweet voice wiped away all sardonic looks on faces. Mamoru
stared in amazement, wondering how she could sound one thing and
behave like another.
Everyone then joined in, and Mamoru noticed Yushiga staring at
Usagi deeply. He swallowed the sour taste in his mouth, and finished
the song with a slight unpleasant voice. Luckily, no one noticed. He
clapped along with others, a grin fixed on his lips.
"It's time to open presents now. Where are they?" Usagi
inquired, her blue eyes darting around the area blankly. "How come
there's none in sight?"
Mamoru looked at her, thinking how remarkable it was that she
seemed to take control so easily. Especially when she practically
knew no one. He cleared his throat, and focused on Yushiga, wondering
what he had to reply.
"That's because I don't really like presents…" He said slowly,
half-smiling.
"Nonsense! Who doesn't like presents?"
"Yeah, well--that's just me. Why don't we start playing some
games?" Yushiga turned his attention away, and raised his eyebrows,
questioning wordlessly.
Usagi frowned, and continued to look at Yushiga, a focused
curious gaze. Then, as if giving up, she shrugged and glanced away.
Mamoru rolled his eyes, bored. He never liked these so-called
"games" of Yushiga's. It always somehow involved violence. But it
would probably be different today. Mamoru eyed the few girls in the
area, hoping Yushiga took time to think about them.
"How about Spin the Bottle?" Hino Rei, who was standing beside
Motoki, suggested casually.
Mamoru made a face in disgust. It went unnoticed to him that
Yushiga saw it. Taking a few seconds to consider, Yushiga then
declared, "Truth or Dare."
"Why am I not surprised?" Rei grumbled, shifting.
Everyone made a circle on the grass automatically, setting
butts down the soft green carpet-like ground. Yushiga spoke up, a
smile crawling across his face, "I'll go first. Usagi--truth or dare?"
Heads turned to her, and she crossed her arms boldly. "Truth."
"Were you really kicked out of your last school?"
"No. That's just a stupid rumor."
A nod from Yushiga. "Fair enough. Your pick."
Her eyes directed at Mamoru, and a nervous feeling tugged at
him repulsively, though he stared back, his shoulders squared. Her
mouth turned up for a smirk, and then she turned away, fastening her
gaze on Rei. "Truth or dare?"
Rei lifted her chin, mustering courage. "Truth."
"Who do you like?" A direct question, no hesitancy.
Mamoru uttered a small silent sigh of relief. God helped him if
she had asked him that question. His eyes curiously wandered to Rei--
she always seemed like the tough type of girl. It would be
incredulous if she had feelings for any guy. But no matter. He waited
for her answer, as did everyone else.
A blush covered her cheeks, and she pursed her lips.
"You picked it. Now answer, please," Usagi commanded quietly.
"Ma…Mamoru." The faintest quiver detected in Rei's voice.
Stunned silence.
Mamoru felt a sudden head rush, and his eyes could only burn
into Rei's, dumbfounded. She averted his gaze, her blush deepening.
"Well, well, well," Usagi said, her smug smile barely visible.
"I bet no one had any idea, huh?" She glanced around, and upon
hearing no replies, smiled, satisfied.
Mamoru frowned as he concentrated back on Usagi. She looked as
if she knew all along. But that was impossible. It was only her
second day; she hadn't talked to Rei yet, let alone be a confidant
of hers. What was Usagi's real deal, exposing this?
"Rei, I believe it's your turn now."
Rei snapped to attention, and her eyes glanced at every other
pair except Mamoru's. "Motoki." She picked at last. "Truth or dare?"
Motoki smiled nervously, and then muttered out a simple, "Dare."
Yushiga whistled, and remarked loudly, "Give him something good,
Rei!"
Rei smirked, a dangerous flame in her eyes. "I dare you…to slap
Usagi."
Mamoru's heart practically stopped. Holy shit. What was she
doing? He shifted wide eyes to Motoki, no idea what his friend's
decision would be. Sensing his gaze, Motoki turned to him, but only
stared back, helpless. This time it wasn't Yushiga who started being
personal, much to Mamoru's surprise. He had never expected Rei.
"Hello? Did you hear what I said?" Impatience clearly in Rei's
voice.
Just as everyone waited, breathless, Usagi broke the silence.
"Go ahead, Motoki--you know the reason why Rei wants you to." She
turned her big eyes to the raven-haired girl. "She's just mad that I
made her confess." Her gaze never wavered as the words rolled out.
Motoki still sat, hesitant, torn. "Usagi, I…"
"Go ahead. Didn't I just give you permission? This way, you
won't make Rei mad, or make me seethe." Usagi smiled.
Mamoru looked at her, admiration shining in his eyes. He knew
exactly what she was doing. And how smart she was.
Motoki shakily stood up, and then made his way across the human
circle to Usagi. He did as he was told. His ears were red as he turned
away, an apology on his lips.
Yushiga let out another low whistle, but this time--no excitement
or anxiousness. "Damn, Rei, what's wrong on with you? You're not that
embarrassed that Mamrou knows you have a crush on him, are you? I
mean, come on--I knew all this time."
At that, Rei's eyes became round. She clasped a hand over her
mouth, her gaze turned away.
Mamoru swallowed, uncomfortable. "All right, all right--who's
next?"
"I believe it's my choice now," Motoki replied, an unsteady
note in his voice. He lifted his eyes to Usagi, and asked, "Truth or
dare, Usagi?"
No indecision. "Truth."
Motoki considered. Then, shrugging carelessly, asked, "Why did
you choose to come to this school?"
"That's not fair. These questions for Usagi are so simple they
don't need a game like this to be answered." Rei's stern voice cut
in, harshness in her eyes.
"To reply to your question, Motoki," Usagi continued, unfazed,
"I didn't have a choice. My dad's job transferred him here. We had to
follow." She looked at Rei bleakly for a moment, and her gaze then
traveled to Mamoru. She smiled, and spoke, "I'll pick Mamoru this
time. So what's it gonna be?"
Mamoru straightened up. "Since it's most challenging, I'll pick
dare," he replied easily.
Her smile widened. "Then…I dare you to kiss me." At the sound
of Rei's stunned gasp, her eyes danced enjoyably. "Well?"
There was a frog in his throat. He knew it was because of Rei
that she had asked this. Telling himself to act cool, he smiled back
charmingly. "How can I reject?" He got up casually, and pulled her
over, but hesitated when he looked right into her face.
"Are you willing to chicken out?" She asked softly, a step
closer.
Boldness filled him at her words. "No." He cupped her face in
his hand, and leaned in with one swift attempt. Her lips were soft,
warm, but she kissed him back with such a force that he knew she was
deliberately putting on a show. A show just for Rei. Yet there was
also something else in her kiss. Challenge. Daring him to back away.
He wanted to smile. She was so different.
When they broke apart, what awaited them was a muted crowd.
Usagi smiled and spoke, "Well. I got more than I hoped for."
Calmly, she walked back to her spot next to Yushiga, and sat down.
"Your pick, Mamoru." There was an edge in Yushiga's voice.
Knowing he had no other choice, especially faced with Yushiga's
death glare, Mamoru inquired quietly. "Yushiga--your pick?"
"Dare." Yushiga's eyes flashed.
No other alternative. "I dare you to kiss Usagi," he said
simply.
He ignored the brief surprise and amusement evident in Usagi's
eyes. He could only wait patiently as Yushiga enveloped her with
predicted ardor.
"Nice move--by that dare to Yushiga, you saved yourself the
trouble of being beaten up," Motoki remarked, after the crowd had
scattered.
Mamoru shrugged indifferently. "I'm not afraid of him anyhow."
He glanced at Yushiga momentarily. He was standing so close to Usagi.
Mamoru picked up his backpack, and turned to go. "I'll see you in
class?"
Motoki nodded. "Sure. Got lots of cramming to do tonight?"
Laughter bubbled in Mamoru's throat. "No one knows me like you
do." He strolled off, an easy grin on his lips.
The sun was setting, and he looked up to the sky as he walked,
admiring the orange clouds. Perfect calmness gently rose in him.
Something that he hadn't felt for too long. He enjoyed this, and
slowed his pace, in no hurry at all to get home.
Tsukino Usagi. He muttered the name softly, too soft for even
his own ears to hear. Rabbits were supposed to be innocent creatures.
Especially rabbits of the moon. Yet she wasn't innocent at all. Sure,
she looked it, and could fool anyone, but he could see through that
in a second.
It was going to be hard trying to win her. He realized Yushiga
was tough competition.
And what was more challenging, Yushiga seemed like the type
that Usagi would be interested in. Rough, ill-bred. And Mamoru knew
he was definitely not known for that. But really, who was he to say?
She was unpredictable. His lips curled. She was beautiful. And she
was a challenger. It was more than he could ask for.
"Dare I hope that you would like company?"
He stopped short. Turning his eyes, he met her calm ocean blue
ones. And they were calm. No hint of challenge or defiance.
Usagi smiled, and stepped out of the grass. She pointed toward
the direction he was heading. "My house is that way too."
He nodded, and made a motion for her to step beside him. He
expected his heart to pound, but somehow, the comforting sunset and
her peaceful blue eyes had an affect on him. He was relaxed. More
relaxed than he had ever been when in her presence.
They walked quietly down the road.
"So, about that dare." She grinned at him. "You know why I did
it, right? To spite Rei. Is she always that rude, or is it just me?"
His eyes sparkled with amusement. "She's tough. It's not very
easy to befriend her. But once you break down that barrier, she's so
great that you wonder something miraculous had taken place."
"And she had Motoki slapping me!" Usagi laughed, a soft laugh
that made Mamoru smile also. "I felt so sorry for Motoki. He looked
as if he had eaten poison."
"Rei's not always that direct with her feelings."
"And I suppose the fact that she likes you have no effect on
you?"
"Why did you ask her that, anyway? You knew the answer." He
raised the last note faintly.
"I'm surprised that you realize. Yes, I did know. You see, I am
a very good observer, and I know things that no one knows." She
winked at him, her dark lashes fluttering down for just a moment.
"Really. You still haven't answered why."
"Because I felt that I needed to have the upper hand with her."
"Oh."
Peaceful silence.
Then, her words suddenly appealed to him, and he became alarmed.
'I know things that no one knows.'
Did she know about him? His feelings, for her? He hoped that he
never was obvious. But he couldn't be sure. There was no telling what
his eyes might've given off when she glanced at him discreetly.
"Usagi…"
"Hmm?"
His mind quickly changed. "Who named you anyway?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. Subtle sharpness crept into her
face. "Why do you ask that?"
"Because…it doesn't really…fit you." Complete honesty. It was a
risk, but he figured she wouldn't be offended.
He was right. She swiftly grinned, and her face went back being
carefree. "You're not the first one who said that. I'm not surprised.
People tell me all the time that my features fit a description of a
rabbit--innocent, naïve…but my personality is a whole different thing."
"And you don't mind?"
"I used to. But now I got over it. I can't help it, can I? Being
me, I mean." She turned to stare at him as they walked.
He shook his head, and focused his eyes on a faraway tree. "Of
course not. It's in your blood."
"Is it?"
Her words were soft, and they sounded so doubtful. He looked at
her, a tad confused.
Then, a rather forced smile formed on her face, and she
exhaled deeply. "Oh well. That's me. Love it or hate it."
He kept silent.
"Where do you live, anyway?" She suddenly asked, a few minutes
later.
It took a second before he registered her question. "Oh, I--"
He glanced around. He stopped short. "I think I passed my turn." A
mistake made by pure stupidity. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks
slightly.
She laughed. The sound would've made him cringe, but it wasn't
derisive at all. It was light and understanding, as if this kind of
thing happened to her all the time. The embarrassment slid away, and
he smiled back, realizing just how funny how it was.
"I was wondering where we were walking to."
He looked at her. An amused gleam lit in his eyes. "You…so…you
don't live here?"
She laughed again. "I do. But I passed mine, too. I was thinking
of going to your house and hide my mistake."
He laughed also, and shook his head incredulously. "We gotta be
more careful."
She tilted her head, and wriggled her eyebrows. "You betcha."
She turned ninety degrees. "Come on."
He was careful to inspect the surroundings closely. It should be
only five minutes until he reached his original turn down the street.
He asked abruptly, "Are you and Yushiga, you know, an item?"
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "Do we look like
it?"
"I don't know. You sat on his lap."
Laughter ringing in his ears. "And that means we're together?
What kind of stuff do they teach you at this school?"
Slight irritation grew in him. "Gee, sorry. Didn't know you
minded this much."
"Oh no, I don't. I just think it's weird--I'm just flirting with
Yushiga, and people take us as a couple. Don't be offended." Her tone
was unruffled, and to him, it sounded like she didn't give a damn
whether or not he had taken offense.
He straightened, and walked the rest in silence.
"Here's my street." His voice was wooden.
"Okay. I still need to walk about two minutes further. Looks
like I live closer to the school."
"Guess so." He paused. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
A brief flash of smile. "Of course. Thanks for walking me home."
"But I didn't. Not really." Could his voice be any more stiff?
She didn't seem to notice. "Well…then thanks for ALMOST walking
me home." Another wink and she was off.
And as he stood there, looking at her back, a realization came
to him.
She could be warm if she wanted to. He knew she could. All that
rebelliousness was an act. Maybe not all of it, but he knew the real
her wasn't what she was presenting to the world. How he saw, he didn't
know.
But her name was Usagi. No one would've named her that if there
were no real innocence in her.
***
So how was it?
Try Me is complete, and I know Only Her should be my next goal, but I
just had to get this down.
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