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interesting chapter. Before I start, I just wanna say that I do not own
Sailormoon or Fushigi Yuugi. *sobs… I wanna own Hotohori!!!… too bad I
can't…
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Usagi groaned as she slowly stirred from her slumber. Stretching like a cat, Usagi pondered over her most delightful dream she had. She had dreamt meeting the four gods of another world. But the great part of her dream was meeting Hotohori. She still couldn't help herself giggling over his expression when he saw her appearing in his world. Thinking it was time to wake up, Usagi slowly open her eyes.
The first thing that crossed her mind when she opened her eyes was that she must have still been dreaming. Turning her head to the wall, Usagi hit her head against it. "Itai!" Usagi rubbed her aching forehead. If it hurts that can only mean that she is not DREAMING.
Usagi could feel herself panic. Taking a few deep breaths, she managed to calm herself. Getting off the bed. Usagi walked to the dresser. It was when she looked in the mirror did she realize she was stark naked. Yelping, Usagi immediately jumped under the covers. Tucking the covers under her arms, Usagi scanned the room for her clothes.
Instead of the white blouse, a pair of Levi's hipster and the undergarment that she had been wearing yesterday, a beautiful crimson colored with small flowers silk kimono were neatly folded on a table. Seeing a washing basin and a towel, Usagi decided to get herself ready for the day.
Breakfast at the royal dining table was as noisy as usual. Everything looked normal. Miaka and Tasuki are having their daily routine quarrel, Chichiri with his "no da", Tamahome kicking a few soldiers, Nuriko with his crazed obsession in being a cross-dresser and Mitsukake being the saint as usual. Yup, everything looked normal. Well almost.
Hotohori as usual sat at the head of the table. He had been smiling and grinning likes a simpleton all day. This was a total opposite from the Hotohori that everyone was mostly accustomed to. Every once in a while, he would suddenly smile or grin as he stared at nothing in particular. This action made everyone in the palace especially the Suzaku Seishi uneasy.
A chibi Tasuki suddenly poked Tamahome in the ribs and whispered, "Ne, do you think Hotohori had gone mad?" That comment went unnoticed by everyone at the table and immediately as one looked at the smiling emperor.
"I don't think he is mad, no da. I think he may be possessed by an evil spirit," a chibi Chichiri pointed at his head, making stupid faces.
"Baka! He can't be possessed! I think he is…" and so the bantering of Hotohori's weird condition began.
In reality, Hotohori was in his own little world. Familiar images of Usagi replayed in his mind again. From the past when Usagi whispered of her coming arrival, to Usagi really arrived, to Usagi caressing and whispering his name for the first time in reality and lastly to Usagi serene expression on when she slept.
Hotohori smiled again. When he had brought her to the bedchamber, he had not allowed anyone to see to her. Instead he had stripped her and took care of her. He was careful not to look or touch any sensitive area even though he had yearned to do so. He had seen her many times stripping and changing clothes before him in his dream, but never in reality. So he was quite amazed at her beauty when he had stripped her. Hotohori grinned. It is better not to tell her who had stripped her. He didn't want to go through another of her special deathly glares and endless poundings on his head.
The unbearable commotion at last sliced through his thoughts. His mind back to the real world, Hotohori glanced at the table. One thought came to his mind. What happened here? The room is in a mess and the table was far from messy, it looked as if a food war had occurred.
Hotohori watched as Tamahome and Tasuki were once again at each other's necks. Nuriko and Miaka were in a heated battle and smoke could be seen escaping from the battle. Chichiri and Mitsukake were at least a bit civil. They were sitting at their places and quarreling over a matter when suddenly Mitsukake yelled something at Chichiri and a fight seemed to commence. It seemed that even the civil that even the civil of people had a little touch of barbaric nature in them. Somehow all of his friends were having something in common. They are quarrelling, but over what?
Suddenly Hotohori heard his name being mentioned amidst the battlefield. Thinking he was imagining things, Hotohori strained his hearing and listened closely. They were mentioning his name! In fact they are quarrelling over something about him!
Hotohori cleared his throat. "Excuse me. But can someone tell me what is happening here and what are you guys quarrelling about?"
Everyone seemed to be in a pause mode. Tamahome was on the floor with Tasuki on top of him and ready to punch, both had a black eye. Miaka and Nuriko were holding onto each other's neck, strangling each other to death he presumed as he noticed how disheveled they look with their hair sticking out here and there. Mitsukake and Chichiri were on the floor and looked as if they were having a pro-wrestling match. All of them had an embarrassed and bewildered look on their faces as they stared at him. Hotohori couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing.
Tears formed in his eyes, as he laughed harder when he saw heir looks they gave him. "Well you sure are in a happy mood, Hoto-chan."
Hotohori immediately topped laughing and looked at the direction of the cheerful voice. His mouth dropped a foot as he saw the owner of the voice.
Usagi giggled when she saw Hotohori's mouth dropped a foot. When she realized that she had become the center of attention in the room, Usagi blushed hotly. "Did I wear something weird? Is there a tear in this kimono?" Usagi absentmindedly looked down at herself and check for anything weird.
"There is no tear. It must be something that is out of place, but what? Oh I know I should have just stayed in the room…" Usagi whined to herself.
Hotohori watched as the beautiful girl fidgeted in the doorway. He had thought she had looked beautiful when she wore a kimono last time in his dream. But now, he changed his mind. She looked simply gorgeous and innocent. He took his time taking his fill at her beauty. From the usual odango ponytails to the blushing sweet innocent face and lastly to her crimson Kimono that he had brought for her that nicely brought out her womanly figure.
Snapping his thoughts together, Hotohori slowly made his way to the enchantress. He stopped just a scant breath from her. He chuckled softly as her expression changed from embarrassment to curiosity. Raising one of his arms to her face, Hotohori slowly stroke her face. Tipping her head upwards, Hotohori stared lovingly in her eyes and brought his lips down to hers.
Usagi watched him walked towards her. She raised an eyebrow questioningly when he stopped a breath from her. Her eyes widened in bewilderment when he tipped her face to meet his gaze. Usagi felt heat rushing up to her face as her heart pounded against her chest rapidly.
She stiffened at the first touch of his lips. It was… It was totally different from the dreams she had. She had always imagined for his lips to be soft. But now that she is kissing him, she marveled at the soft warm and inviting lips of his.
Usagi could feel her insides going mushy and her knees turning into jelly. She didn't even notice the surprise gasp and cat calls when Hotohori wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. Only one thing she could concentrate on, the kiss she and Hotohori were having. Closing her eyes, Usagi wound her arms around his neck and surrendered herself to him.
Nuriko gasp followed by an expletive mutter as he watched Hotohori dipped his head to kiss the blond. This was not the Hotohori that he knew. Turning around so as to face the couple in a soul-shattering kiss, Nuriko began planning ways for his soon-to-be-victim.
Tamahome chuckled when he saw the soul-shattering kiss. Wherever the girl was from, se must be on their side. Else Hotohori would not have done what he is doing now. A giggle brought his attention. He looked down and saw that Miaka had moved to his side and giggling at the couple.
"Aren't they cute, Tamahome?" Miaka giggled.
Tasuki was dumbfounded when he saw the emperor kissing the beauty. Whether to mark the beauty as his own or that they already knew each other well, he care naught. "Well, at last I saw some admirable moves form you, Hotohori," Tasuki grinned. Seeing the beauty responding to his friend's kiss, Tasuki grinned mischievously and whistled.
Mitsukake closed his gaping mouth when he had gathered his wits back. Chichiri was gaping when he saw the state Chichiri was in. He was gaping big enough for the empty bowl in front of hi, to fit and his arms were hanging loosely at his sides.
The embarrassing catcalls and laughter at last registered through his hazy mind. Reluctantly, Hotohori pulled away, ending the kiss as he looked at Usagi. Satisfied with her dazed expression and swollen lips, Hotohori slowly turned around with Usagi still tightly held in his arms.
"Everyone meet, Usagi Tsukino," Hotohori announced.
Usagi was still dazed when Hotohori announced her name. But she quickly regains her wits when she saw the teasing looks that the orange haired man gave her. She smiled at everyone when the entire introduction had ended.
"So are you from my world?" the brown haired girl called Miaka asked.
"If Tokyo is what you called by another world, then I suppose so," Usagi smiled.
"I knew it!" Miaka hugged Usagi tightly.
"So where are you from? Oh let me guess … Tokyo!" Usagi laughed jokingly.
"You are right! I am still a junior high student. Soon to be facing my entrance exam. What about you?" Miaka bubbled up happily.
"I am from Juuban district. I am having my last year in high school. I even aced all of the subjects in the examinations," Usagi smiled over her new friend's reaction.
"Wow! You aced them all? That means you can continue your studies to university! Hey isn't Juuban district where Eternal Sailormoon appears and kick all of those youmas off to their masters?" Miaka had now looped her arms with her new friend as she led her to the table.
"Hai! Are you a fan of hers?" Usagi sat down and looked at her friend's cheerful face.
"A fan? I am her greatest fan! I always wanted to meet her. Unfortunately I could only catch a glimpse of her in the newspapers," Miaka giggled.
"I guess you can say that. The only time we can see her is in the papers destroying the youmas. If I'm not wrong, I heard that she is now Cosmos Moon, no longer sailormoon. I guess she had to upgrade herself like how we have to as students," Usagi smiled inwardly. At least she knew that she is an idol to many. Usagi shuddered at the memory of how close she was to losing to Chaos.
Chichiri sat himself across the two chattering girls. His curiosity was hooked when he heard sailormoon and defeating youmas. "Sailormoon? Who is she?" By now all of the seishi had seated themselves once again.
"Well she is the superhero that defeats evil and saves the day. She has altogether nine other senshi as her guardians. All of them named after the planets," Usagi explained, careful not to give away too much.
"Oh… Oh! And she has this kawaii-fighting suit that sexily clung to her body like a second skin and a short fuku like a miniskirt. On top of that she has this beautiful large white wings. When she decides its enough time playing with the youma, she then calls her real powers and a long wand appeared and next thing you knew, the youma goes splat like a fly," Miaka claps her hands flat together to emphasize it more.
Usagi grimaced at Miaka's choice of words. "Am I really that bad? Squashing the youma…" Usagi mused to herself. A vein started to swell at her temple when she heard Tasuki's unwanted comment.
"So this little girl in short fuku and body-fitting suit goes around and waves her little wand, like a faerie and poof saves the day! How so typical of girls," Tasuki laughed as he seats himself.
Using a little of her powers, Usagi concentrates and spoke her mind to the wind with a language that only the wind understands. Suddenly a loud thump could be heard. Usagi opened her eyes and laughed out loud. There on the floor was Tasuki sprawling.
"Well it serves you right for saying such things, Tasuki. Next time think before you talk," laughed Hotohori as he looked at the laughing Usagi. He had a hunch that she is responsible for Tasuki's little mishap.
The day went by in a flurry. The seishi had learnt a lot from their little rabbit. Some of them are she is always bubbling with excitement that is very contagious and seems to laugh, smile, joke and even quarrel. The other thing they knew about him her is that she have a very healthy appetite but at least she have the decency to use table manners, unlike Miaka. The next thing is that she dislikes seeing a sad face.
She was just passing by a servant with Tasuki and Mitsukake when she noticed the somber expression. Immediately she left her friends and by the end of the day, the servant became friends with her. In short, the seishi realized one thing; Usagi is like a little sister to them.
Usagi sighed contently as she brushed her hair slowly. The day had been very exhausting with the entire running around. All of the seishi and not to forget, Miaka, were friendly. She had learnt not to take any of Tasuki's excessive remarks to heart. It's just a way of him showing his affection. Their behavior ad reminded her of her own friends.
Suddenly a frown marred Usagi's fragile feature. Even though all of the seishi were friendly, there is one that troubles her, Nuriko. Ever since she came here, he had been trying to trip her without being noticed and deliberately tries to capture Hoto-chan's attention. Not that she mind or anything. But… really something about Nuriko troubles her in a sisterly way.
"May I come in?" Usagi immediately snapped out of her thoughts.
"Hai!" Usagi watched as Nuriko sat herself in front of her.
"I don't want to take most of your time. I just wan to tell you that Hotohori is mine. So bug off," Nuriko glared.
"You want Hoto-chan?" Usagi looked at Nuriko in surprise.
"Hai!" Nuriko snapped.
"Ne, isn't it weird to have a guy wanting another guy?" Usagi asked, dazed.
"Nani?! How did you know I'm a guy?" Nuriko blared, astonished that Usagi knew such information about him.
"Its that Miaka isn't it? She told you right?" Nuriko shook Usagi hard.
"Ie.. I just knew it…" Usagi squeaked.
"Huh? But how did you…?" Nuriko literally dropped the blue-faced Usagi.
After gasping fro breath, Usagi explained carefully. "Well first, girls do not walk like a you do. I mean you can really copy how a lady walk but you still have the stiffness in you. Next if a person were to scrutinize you carefully, he would figure out you are a guy cuz you don't have the extra things that we do. Third, you have a very big built only a guy inherits. Lastly, your features. Your make up may give you the woman looks but are still a drop-dead gorgeous guy. To tell you the truth, I'd rather have you as a guy. At least I could have girls being jealous over me for having a handsome hunk like you,"
At first Nuriko was flustered when Usagi started her explanation. But as she continued, the information suddenly brought out something within that he never thought existed anymore. A male pride slowly bubbled from his heart. No one had ever praised him for his male looks before.
Usagi smiled at the blushing Nuriko. She hoped whatever she had said would bring up a light in his wrecked life. After all, he is cute and it would be a waste to just throw away his good looks. "Well… If you want, I could help you become a man back and make girls swoon over you."
Nuriko looked at Usagi. Should he trust her? She seems sincere enough but what if she just wants to make him into a freak? At least he is happy the way he is now. People complimented his beauty. Nuriko shuddered at the memories of his villagers making crude jokes and insulted him of his appearance as a man. Would he dare to face up to it again?
"Why are you doing this?" Nuriko at last spat out the question that had been wrenching his guts.
Usagi watched Nuriko. Her conclusion about him had turned out right. There is something wrong about his past that made him this way. She could bet that its not a very happy past that made the strong Nuriko to shudder.
"Its because you are my friend. And friends help each other in times of need. Anyway I can see in your eyes that you want to be your old self back. Don't worry, I won't pester you to tell me what made you this way. But what I can see that it's not a very nice past. No matter, I am willing to help you and turn you into the handsome guy in the kingdom. Well not entirely, Hoto-chan will always be the most handsome guy in the kingdom," Usagi smiled.
Nuriko was taken aback by the speech. Friends? No one had wanted to be his friend when he was a guy and now a girl is willing to be his friend at the point of even enduring the endless insults that Nuriko would know will come out. Touched, Nuriko took the biggest step in his life.
"Alright. I'd do it…"
Nuriko's eyes widened when Usagi threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, promising him happiness and thanking him for trusting her. Honored to have someone caring for him and for the first time having a true friend that accepts him for what he is, Nuriko hugged back. "I'll protect you with my very life, Usagi," Nuriko silently vowed.
A/N: Wohoo!!! Am I fast or what? I had not sleep properly since I can't get my mind of this story. Everyday I woke up to find myself having new ideas about writing the next chapters… Anyway how is the story? Is it good? ……. Should I stop the story here .. hehehe… I have a bad feeling that if I were to do that, some people are gonna have my head for breakfast…lol… so should I stop?…CIAO!!!
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Usagi groaned as she slowly stirred from her slumber. Stretching like a cat, Usagi pondered over her most delightful dream she had. She had dreamt meeting the four gods of another world. But the great part of her dream was meeting Hotohori. She still couldn't help herself giggling over his expression when he saw her appearing in his world. Thinking it was time to wake up, Usagi slowly open her eyes.
The first thing that crossed her mind when she opened her eyes was that she must have still been dreaming. Turning her head to the wall, Usagi hit her head against it. "Itai!" Usagi rubbed her aching forehead. If it hurts that can only mean that she is not DREAMING.
Usagi could feel herself panic. Taking a few deep breaths, she managed to calm herself. Getting off the bed. Usagi walked to the dresser. It was when she looked in the mirror did she realize she was stark naked. Yelping, Usagi immediately jumped under the covers. Tucking the covers under her arms, Usagi scanned the room for her clothes.
Instead of the white blouse, a pair of Levi's hipster and the undergarment that she had been wearing yesterday, a beautiful crimson colored with small flowers silk kimono were neatly folded on a table. Seeing a washing basin and a towel, Usagi decided to get herself ready for the day.
Breakfast at the royal dining table was as noisy as usual. Everything looked normal. Miaka and Tasuki are having their daily routine quarrel, Chichiri with his "no da", Tamahome kicking a few soldiers, Nuriko with his crazed obsession in being a cross-dresser and Mitsukake being the saint as usual. Yup, everything looked normal. Well almost.
Hotohori as usual sat at the head of the table. He had been smiling and grinning likes a simpleton all day. This was a total opposite from the Hotohori that everyone was mostly accustomed to. Every once in a while, he would suddenly smile or grin as he stared at nothing in particular. This action made everyone in the palace especially the Suzaku Seishi uneasy.
A chibi Tasuki suddenly poked Tamahome in the ribs and whispered, "Ne, do you think Hotohori had gone mad?" That comment went unnoticed by everyone at the table and immediately as one looked at the smiling emperor.
"I don't think he is mad, no da. I think he may be possessed by an evil spirit," a chibi Chichiri pointed at his head, making stupid faces.
"Baka! He can't be possessed! I think he is…" and so the bantering of Hotohori's weird condition began.
In reality, Hotohori was in his own little world. Familiar images of Usagi replayed in his mind again. From the past when Usagi whispered of her coming arrival, to Usagi really arrived, to Usagi caressing and whispering his name for the first time in reality and lastly to Usagi serene expression on when she slept.
Hotohori smiled again. When he had brought her to the bedchamber, he had not allowed anyone to see to her. Instead he had stripped her and took care of her. He was careful not to look or touch any sensitive area even though he had yearned to do so. He had seen her many times stripping and changing clothes before him in his dream, but never in reality. So he was quite amazed at her beauty when he had stripped her. Hotohori grinned. It is better not to tell her who had stripped her. He didn't want to go through another of her special deathly glares and endless poundings on his head.
The unbearable commotion at last sliced through his thoughts. His mind back to the real world, Hotohori glanced at the table. One thought came to his mind. What happened here? The room is in a mess and the table was far from messy, it looked as if a food war had occurred.
Hotohori watched as Tamahome and Tasuki were once again at each other's necks. Nuriko and Miaka were in a heated battle and smoke could be seen escaping from the battle. Chichiri and Mitsukake were at least a bit civil. They were sitting at their places and quarreling over a matter when suddenly Mitsukake yelled something at Chichiri and a fight seemed to commence. It seemed that even the civil that even the civil of people had a little touch of barbaric nature in them. Somehow all of his friends were having something in common. They are quarrelling, but over what?
Suddenly Hotohori heard his name being mentioned amidst the battlefield. Thinking he was imagining things, Hotohori strained his hearing and listened closely. They were mentioning his name! In fact they are quarrelling over something about him!
Hotohori cleared his throat. "Excuse me. But can someone tell me what is happening here and what are you guys quarrelling about?"
Everyone seemed to be in a pause mode. Tamahome was on the floor with Tasuki on top of him and ready to punch, both had a black eye. Miaka and Nuriko were holding onto each other's neck, strangling each other to death he presumed as he noticed how disheveled they look with their hair sticking out here and there. Mitsukake and Chichiri were on the floor and looked as if they were having a pro-wrestling match. All of them had an embarrassed and bewildered look on their faces as they stared at him. Hotohori couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing.
Tears formed in his eyes, as he laughed harder when he saw heir looks they gave him. "Well you sure are in a happy mood, Hoto-chan."
Hotohori immediately topped laughing and looked at the direction of the cheerful voice. His mouth dropped a foot as he saw the owner of the voice.
Usagi giggled when she saw Hotohori's mouth dropped a foot. When she realized that she had become the center of attention in the room, Usagi blushed hotly. "Did I wear something weird? Is there a tear in this kimono?" Usagi absentmindedly looked down at herself and check for anything weird.
"There is no tear. It must be something that is out of place, but what? Oh I know I should have just stayed in the room…" Usagi whined to herself.
Hotohori watched as the beautiful girl fidgeted in the doorway. He had thought she had looked beautiful when she wore a kimono last time in his dream. But now, he changed his mind. She looked simply gorgeous and innocent. He took his time taking his fill at her beauty. From the usual odango ponytails to the blushing sweet innocent face and lastly to her crimson Kimono that he had brought for her that nicely brought out her womanly figure.
Snapping his thoughts together, Hotohori slowly made his way to the enchantress. He stopped just a scant breath from her. He chuckled softly as her expression changed from embarrassment to curiosity. Raising one of his arms to her face, Hotohori slowly stroke her face. Tipping her head upwards, Hotohori stared lovingly in her eyes and brought his lips down to hers.
Usagi watched him walked towards her. She raised an eyebrow questioningly when he stopped a breath from her. Her eyes widened in bewilderment when he tipped her face to meet his gaze. Usagi felt heat rushing up to her face as her heart pounded against her chest rapidly.
She stiffened at the first touch of his lips. It was… It was totally different from the dreams she had. She had always imagined for his lips to be soft. But now that she is kissing him, she marveled at the soft warm and inviting lips of his.
Usagi could feel her insides going mushy and her knees turning into jelly. She didn't even notice the surprise gasp and cat calls when Hotohori wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. Only one thing she could concentrate on, the kiss she and Hotohori were having. Closing her eyes, Usagi wound her arms around his neck and surrendered herself to him.
Nuriko gasp followed by an expletive mutter as he watched Hotohori dipped his head to kiss the blond. This was not the Hotohori that he knew. Turning around so as to face the couple in a soul-shattering kiss, Nuriko began planning ways for his soon-to-be-victim.
Tamahome chuckled when he saw the soul-shattering kiss. Wherever the girl was from, se must be on their side. Else Hotohori would not have done what he is doing now. A giggle brought his attention. He looked down and saw that Miaka had moved to his side and giggling at the couple.
"Aren't they cute, Tamahome?" Miaka giggled.
Tasuki was dumbfounded when he saw the emperor kissing the beauty. Whether to mark the beauty as his own or that they already knew each other well, he care naught. "Well, at last I saw some admirable moves form you, Hotohori," Tasuki grinned. Seeing the beauty responding to his friend's kiss, Tasuki grinned mischievously and whistled.
Mitsukake closed his gaping mouth when he had gathered his wits back. Chichiri was gaping when he saw the state Chichiri was in. He was gaping big enough for the empty bowl in front of hi, to fit and his arms were hanging loosely at his sides.
The embarrassing catcalls and laughter at last registered through his hazy mind. Reluctantly, Hotohori pulled away, ending the kiss as he looked at Usagi. Satisfied with her dazed expression and swollen lips, Hotohori slowly turned around with Usagi still tightly held in his arms.
"Everyone meet, Usagi Tsukino," Hotohori announced.
Usagi was still dazed when Hotohori announced her name. But she quickly regains her wits when she saw the teasing looks that the orange haired man gave her. She smiled at everyone when the entire introduction had ended.
"So are you from my world?" the brown haired girl called Miaka asked.
"If Tokyo is what you called by another world, then I suppose so," Usagi smiled.
"I knew it!" Miaka hugged Usagi tightly.
"So where are you from? Oh let me guess … Tokyo!" Usagi laughed jokingly.
"You are right! I am still a junior high student. Soon to be facing my entrance exam. What about you?" Miaka bubbled up happily.
"I am from Juuban district. I am having my last year in high school. I even aced all of the subjects in the examinations," Usagi smiled over her new friend's reaction.
"Wow! You aced them all? That means you can continue your studies to university! Hey isn't Juuban district where Eternal Sailormoon appears and kick all of those youmas off to their masters?" Miaka had now looped her arms with her new friend as she led her to the table.
"Hai! Are you a fan of hers?" Usagi sat down and looked at her friend's cheerful face.
"A fan? I am her greatest fan! I always wanted to meet her. Unfortunately I could only catch a glimpse of her in the newspapers," Miaka giggled.
"I guess you can say that. The only time we can see her is in the papers destroying the youmas. If I'm not wrong, I heard that she is now Cosmos Moon, no longer sailormoon. I guess she had to upgrade herself like how we have to as students," Usagi smiled inwardly. At least she knew that she is an idol to many. Usagi shuddered at the memory of how close she was to losing to Chaos.
Chichiri sat himself across the two chattering girls. His curiosity was hooked when he heard sailormoon and defeating youmas. "Sailormoon? Who is she?" By now all of the seishi had seated themselves once again.
"Well she is the superhero that defeats evil and saves the day. She has altogether nine other senshi as her guardians. All of them named after the planets," Usagi explained, careful not to give away too much.
"Oh… Oh! And she has this kawaii-fighting suit that sexily clung to her body like a second skin and a short fuku like a miniskirt. On top of that she has this beautiful large white wings. When she decides its enough time playing with the youma, she then calls her real powers and a long wand appeared and next thing you knew, the youma goes splat like a fly," Miaka claps her hands flat together to emphasize it more.
Usagi grimaced at Miaka's choice of words. "Am I really that bad? Squashing the youma…" Usagi mused to herself. A vein started to swell at her temple when she heard Tasuki's unwanted comment.
"So this little girl in short fuku and body-fitting suit goes around and waves her little wand, like a faerie and poof saves the day! How so typical of girls," Tasuki laughed as he seats himself.
Using a little of her powers, Usagi concentrates and spoke her mind to the wind with a language that only the wind understands. Suddenly a loud thump could be heard. Usagi opened her eyes and laughed out loud. There on the floor was Tasuki sprawling.
"Well it serves you right for saying such things, Tasuki. Next time think before you talk," laughed Hotohori as he looked at the laughing Usagi. He had a hunch that she is responsible for Tasuki's little mishap.
The day went by in a flurry. The seishi had learnt a lot from their little rabbit. Some of them are she is always bubbling with excitement that is very contagious and seems to laugh, smile, joke and even quarrel. The other thing they knew about him her is that she have a very healthy appetite but at least she have the decency to use table manners, unlike Miaka. The next thing is that she dislikes seeing a sad face.
She was just passing by a servant with Tasuki and Mitsukake when she noticed the somber expression. Immediately she left her friends and by the end of the day, the servant became friends with her. In short, the seishi realized one thing; Usagi is like a little sister to them.
Usagi sighed contently as she brushed her hair slowly. The day had been very exhausting with the entire running around. All of the seishi and not to forget, Miaka, were friendly. She had learnt not to take any of Tasuki's excessive remarks to heart. It's just a way of him showing his affection. Their behavior ad reminded her of her own friends.
Suddenly a frown marred Usagi's fragile feature. Even though all of the seishi were friendly, there is one that troubles her, Nuriko. Ever since she came here, he had been trying to trip her without being noticed and deliberately tries to capture Hoto-chan's attention. Not that she mind or anything. But… really something about Nuriko troubles her in a sisterly way.
"May I come in?" Usagi immediately snapped out of her thoughts.
"Hai!" Usagi watched as Nuriko sat herself in front of her.
"I don't want to take most of your time. I just wan to tell you that Hotohori is mine. So bug off," Nuriko glared.
"You want Hoto-chan?" Usagi looked at Nuriko in surprise.
"Hai!" Nuriko snapped.
"Ne, isn't it weird to have a guy wanting another guy?" Usagi asked, dazed.
"Nani?! How did you know I'm a guy?" Nuriko blared, astonished that Usagi knew such information about him.
"Its that Miaka isn't it? She told you right?" Nuriko shook Usagi hard.
"Ie.. I just knew it…" Usagi squeaked.
"Huh? But how did you…?" Nuriko literally dropped the blue-faced Usagi.
After gasping fro breath, Usagi explained carefully. "Well first, girls do not walk like a you do. I mean you can really copy how a lady walk but you still have the stiffness in you. Next if a person were to scrutinize you carefully, he would figure out you are a guy cuz you don't have the extra things that we do. Third, you have a very big built only a guy inherits. Lastly, your features. Your make up may give you the woman looks but are still a drop-dead gorgeous guy. To tell you the truth, I'd rather have you as a guy. At least I could have girls being jealous over me for having a handsome hunk like you,"
At first Nuriko was flustered when Usagi started her explanation. But as she continued, the information suddenly brought out something within that he never thought existed anymore. A male pride slowly bubbled from his heart. No one had ever praised him for his male looks before.
Usagi smiled at the blushing Nuriko. She hoped whatever she had said would bring up a light in his wrecked life. After all, he is cute and it would be a waste to just throw away his good looks. "Well… If you want, I could help you become a man back and make girls swoon over you."
Nuriko looked at Usagi. Should he trust her? She seems sincere enough but what if she just wants to make him into a freak? At least he is happy the way he is now. People complimented his beauty. Nuriko shuddered at the memories of his villagers making crude jokes and insulted him of his appearance as a man. Would he dare to face up to it again?
"Why are you doing this?" Nuriko at last spat out the question that had been wrenching his guts.
Usagi watched Nuriko. Her conclusion about him had turned out right. There is something wrong about his past that made him this way. She could bet that its not a very happy past that made the strong Nuriko to shudder.
"Its because you are my friend. And friends help each other in times of need. Anyway I can see in your eyes that you want to be your old self back. Don't worry, I won't pester you to tell me what made you this way. But what I can see that it's not a very nice past. No matter, I am willing to help you and turn you into the handsome guy in the kingdom. Well not entirely, Hoto-chan will always be the most handsome guy in the kingdom," Usagi smiled.
Nuriko was taken aback by the speech. Friends? No one had wanted to be his friend when he was a guy and now a girl is willing to be his friend at the point of even enduring the endless insults that Nuriko would know will come out. Touched, Nuriko took the biggest step in his life.
"Alright. I'd do it…"
Nuriko's eyes widened when Usagi threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, promising him happiness and thanking him for trusting her. Honored to have someone caring for him and for the first time having a true friend that accepts him for what he is, Nuriko hugged back. "I'll protect you with my very life, Usagi," Nuriko silently vowed.
A/N: Wohoo!!! Am I fast or what? I had not sleep properly since I can't get my mind of this story. Everyday I woke up to find myself having new ideas about writing the next chapters… Anyway how is the story? Is it good? ……. Should I stop the story here .. hehehe… I have a bad feeling that if I were to do that, some people are gonna have my head for breakfast…lol… so should I stop?…CIAO!!!