Title: Fake Princess
Author: Lady Angel
Well, hello you all! Thank you for all of the reviews! I appreciate them all! And in response to Tsukino751's review, I will consider your suggestion and as for the background, history, etc. that will come later on in the story! Be patient! Okay so I can't think of any recommendations right now so onto the story.
Fake Princess
Mamoru looked at Sasho in wonder. Is this truly the woman I fell in love with in the Silver Millennium? Of course, his mind scolded him; no way Usagi could have been my love. She's too klutzy and ditzy and annoying and beautiful and loving and…' He shook his head and moved towards Sasho and gave her a wide grin. "Hey, honey." He purred in her ear. Sasho glared at him though he didn't noticed and moved away in disgust.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Something wrong?"
"No."
Mamoru wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tightly, the way he used to do with his former girlfriend. "Are you sure?" She rolled her eyes, disgust turning to pure annoyance. How could Usagi-hime put up with all this lovey-dovey crap? It makes me wanna puke!
"Yes, I'm fine! Now leave me alone." She snapped. They were on a date and she wasn't in the best of moods. And the fact that she had barely gotten any sleep the night before, because of worrying about her dear princess, didn't help her attitude much. Of course, it wasn't her choice to actually be there at Mamoru's house, it was the senshi's . They had decided, against consulting her, that Mamoru and she should spend some time together to catch up. But all Shasho wanted to do was spend some time pummeling Mamo's face into the ground and jump up and down in joy when he choked on bits of dirt and lint. Had Mizu-umi not threatened to tell Usagi-hime, she probably would've done just that.
Mamoru looked slightly surprised by his love's attitude. This wasn't what he had pictured their first date would be like. In fact, this wasn't how he pictured Sasho to be like. He thought she'd be happy to be with him but right now it seemed as if she wanted to get the hell away from him. No, no, he thought, she's just nervous. She'll warm up to me.
"In your dreams." Sasho whispered, reading his thoughts. She wasn't that good at mind reading but she was good enough.
Mamoru looked up startled, "What'd you say?"
"Nothing."
"Oh…"
"Listen, Mamoru. You seem like a cool guy and all," She gagged inside, "but I don't think it's gonna work out. I mean, yeah we loved each other for millennia but that was then, this is now. I'm not prissy princess Serenity any more. Got it?" She knew Mizu-umi was going to kill her the moment he heard about this but she really didn't care. In her eyes Usagi needed a more…manly guy. One who would protect her with more then just pointy plants. She had no clue why Usagi chose Mamoru over Matataki, who was no prince but could fight much better than Cape and Cane Boy over there. What man with any self-respect whatsoever where and top hat and carry around a cane. A cane for Christ sakes!
Cape and Cane Boy looked at her startled. He, of all things, was not expecting this. "W-what? You're breaking up with me, already?" He was confused, amazed, and for some reason- deeply relieved.
"We weren't even dating! This is date number one, a complete disaster anyway, and to tell you the truth I wasn't going on another date anyway. Besides, you were with Usagi-sam- Usagi-san anyway!" She exclaimed, barely catching herself with the last words.
"But," He protested despite his hearts joy.
"No buts, Mamoru-san. Find someone new; forget me! Try and find someone who could treat you the way I couldn't." Find someone who won't try and kill you every chance she gets. She thought, inwardly grinning.
Without another word, Sasho turned and walked off of his balcony, through the living room, and out the door. Mamoru stood where he was, a small smile on his lips.
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"So, how was your date with Mamo-chan?" Mizu-umi asked teasingly, his messy white swaying slightly as he leaned back on Usagi's vanity chair, the way he had done only a few nights before.
"It was fine." Sasho said, flipping through a magazine she had found under Usagi bed.
He raised his eyebrows, "Really? You didn't kill him or anything, did you?"
She giggled brightly, "Of course not. I may have wanted to kill him but I didn't."
"Then what'd you do? Poison him? Beat him up? Torture him? Bury him alive?"
"I said I didn't kill him."
"So? If you buried him he could still be alive and soon be dying. And the poison could be working slowly."
"Mizu-umi!"
"Fine, fine. But you had to do something to him, anything. You said yourself that you wanted to kill him. So spill."
"Uh, fine. If you must know…" she swallowed hard and pretended to be concentrating on the words in front of her. "I sorta, kinda, told him that I didn't want to date him any more." She said quickly and hid her head beneath the pillow beside her, the magazine thrown carelessly to the floor.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Mizu-umi shouted in anger and disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking? Do you know what you have done? You might have screwed up all of Usagi's plans. Not only that but the timeline too, no matter if you're the real princess or not, you must be with the prince, no matter what until Usagi returns!"
Sasho moved from the safety of the pillow her eyes red with rage. "First of all, Mizu-umi, I don't know if you've figured this out by now or if you're just plain stupid but that damn timeline is already screwed up anyway. All that has happened wasn't supposed to, like Usagi's plans. And the hell with staying with Mamoru! That worthless idiot doesn't deserve Usagi! He couldn't hold a candle to Matataki! And you know it!"
She shouted, looking as if she were about to cry.
Mizu-umi was seething and said in a dangerously low voice, "Yes, I know it and yes the timeline may be messed up in ways beyond repair, but what are you going to do about it? Matataki is right for Usagi, it's obvious but we have to let her decide for her self. We have no right to interfere with her life!"
"Look at us, Mizu-umi. It's too late to not interfere! For goodness sakes, right now this is my life. And who are you to tell me not to interfere? As many times as Luna made life-changing decisions for Usagi instead of with her, and you just sat there as if it didn't bother you that Usagi had to sacrifice her happiness for Luna's approval."
"But Luna is her guardian." He tried to explain but Sasho would here none of this.
"And what the hell are we?! Chopped liver? I'm her guardian as well, sworn by blood. And you are her guardian, bound by magic. Luna was and still is an extra. She was never her true guardian, just a cat that everyone thought would be good company. Good company that controlled her life. Is that what you want to be, Mizu-umi? Good company? Someone who just watches on the sidelines until you think it's time for you to step in? Go ahead then, if that's what you want, because that's all you've been doing since you've been with her, this millennia.
Face it, you're no longer Mizu-umi, The Great, the protector of the heir to the Moon Sanctuary. You're just Artemis, cat friend of Minako. So go on, go back to being some fur ball with no life. See if I care."
Mizu-umi, or better known as Artemis, looked at her knowing that what she said was completely right. He sighed and transformed into the sensible little feline that everyone knew and left through the same open window that he had come into. Thanks, Sasho. I needed that. He thought sincerely.
I know you did, Mizu, I know. She replied telepathically as she watched his little white body disappear into the night.
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Well, I hope you liked it. I spent over an hour working on it. It's a peace offering for not getting this chapter out yesterday, like I intended. Instead I wrote another chapter for A New Beginning. *Sheepish smile* So, now that I have this out, you guys can't threaten to kill me, so there!
Anyway (and I'll keep this short) I know in this chapter I didn't answer many question, in fact I actually added more…but look on the bright side! You now know who Mizu-umi is! Yay… okay sorry. I'll explain more, hopefully, in the next two or three chapters.
Love, peace, and chicken grease,
Lady Angel