Kurisutaru
kurisutaru_faithful@hotmail.com--- CHANGED!!
http://fly.to/kuris-chan/
Too Long Ago
3/?
Disclaimer: standard
Editor: Silly Smiles
HAHAHAHHA... lookie what I have here... *runs for
her life*
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Usagi bustled about the apartment, trying to
collect the things carelessly thrown to the floor,
all the meanwhile hoping the roast in the oven
didn't do a fancy exploding trick. Chibi-Usa was in
her room, doing her best to clean it.
Usagi whipped across the hall as she heard the ding
from the microwave, she had barely changed into
clean clothes, her lab coat trailing behind her
as she tried to retrieve the not-so frozen
vegetables. The rumbling noise coming from the
dishwasher stopped, and the musical clang of the
dishes began as Usagi scrambled to get everything
in place. Feeling completely dejected, Usagi
wondered why did she have to invite him over for
dinner?!
A wail sounded through the small hall, "Mommy!!!
There's a spider in my room!" Chibi-usa quivered
with fright. Usagi froze in between all the chaos,
a memory slipped through the delicate walls that
held her sane...
"HONEY!!! GET IN HERE!" She remembered wailing. A
black spider had crawled into the bedroom and it
dangled without a care above her. Usagi was frozen
in fear, it wasn't that she didn't like them, but
then again it wasn't like she liked them either. He
thundered into the room in a panic, "Usako, are
you--" His words were cut off as he realized what
was hanging above her. He seemed relieved and
smiled softly, "Oh Usako, it's just a spider it
won't hurt you." He said as he carefully took the
spider in his hands. He brought it close to Usagi,
who, in turn, latched onto Mamoru in fear.
"Honey," she only called him by that name when she
was deadly serious, "What are you doing?"
He suddenly declared, "You know, I rather like this
spider." Usagi squealed in protest, "Why you--
Baka?!"
He grinned, "Because you get awfully close to me
when it's around, and I rather like you close," and
he bent down and kissed her on the nose...
"OKAAA!!" Another scream shocked Usagi out of her
reminiscence. She rushed to her daughter and found
her huddled in the corner of her recently cleaned
room, and to the left behind the lamp clashing with
the pastel wall was the eight legged creature.
Usagi slipped into the bathroom and grabbed the
glass cup and enclosed the arachnid. Usagi then
slipped a white sheet of paper underneath it and
brought the spider to the window, and threw it out.
Chibi-Usa quickly ceased leaning in the corner and
shuffled to her mother's side. "Arigatou okaa-san,"
she said with a smile.
Usagi dropped the cup and paper and hugged her
daughter fiercely. It would seem such a small
incident would seem, trivial to become so emotional
about, however it was pinnacles like this that keep
the young mother going. Usagi had a dinner to
prepare.
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Mamoru finished off the last inspection of the
labs. He found nothing he needed. The last
room to check before he headed off, was Usagi's
office.
Usagi was a golden radiance that descended to him
like a ray of light. For years he'd never felt this
way, mindlessly guiding through assignments
without a care. Figures, how it would be a bright-
eyed angel that would make him sway so. This sudden
attraction surprised him, such a pull, as if their
souls were bound. Mamoru's hand stilled at the
doorknob in realization, he was falling hard, in
such a short time? Was it all possible, to learn to
just love someone, instantly? Yet, somewhere deep
inside him, he felt as if he knew her so much
longer. He felt comfortable, and everything about
her was familiar. Taking a deep breath he pulled
his thoughts away as he continued his search.
He slipped himself in, and began carefully shifting
things, remembering precisely where each item was
placed and angled. He shoved the drawer on the
right side of her desk open. His hands shook at the
photo he had picked up. Usagi's face was flushed a
pretty pink with her tongue pointing offensively
out, her chin faced stubbornly up, and her arms
folded in defense. She was wearing a junior high
school uniform, and had an oddly shaped hairstyle.
"Odango." The word unconsciously slipped from
Mamoru's mouth as he continued to stare at the
photo.
Though Usagi obviously looked tormented, her eyes
seemed to glitter at something, or particularly,
someone. More specifically, he was looking at
himself.
Mamoru noticed he looked younger, leaning against a
counter in a senior high school uniform, he was
smirking down at Usagi. Mamoru quickly flipped the
photo over to find something scrawled at the back.
He slid his fingers over the handwriting, his
handwriting.
"You always did look good in pink," he had written.
How? How was this all possible? Certainly he would
remember, ever knowing Usagi...
Mamoru then realized, he didn't have much time, he
started going through the rest of her things.
More and more photos were pulled from the drawer.
Christmas, birthdays, *their* wedding. It was all
there.
But How?!
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi felt as if a cold sliver of air swipe the
back of her neck. The doorbell rang, she whipped
her head towards the door and her hands stilled
with a plate in her hand. Usagi slowly placed the
plate to the table and glanced at the big round
clock up on the wall, she wasn't expecting Mamoru
for at least another hour. Usagi quickly shuffled
to the door and opened it too see who it was, she
was startled, Mamoru stood on the other side, his
hair stood limp against his head, he looked
lost and confused. How did he get into the
building? Was her other thought, her heart lurched
at the possibility that he remembered, how to get
into the building?
Usagi rubbed her numb palms against her apron and
unlocked the door.
"Mamoru-san, you're early." He walked in, no
greeting, eyes darted around quickly. "Usagi we
have to talk," he quickly stated. Usagi's heart
pounded, what was he doing here? She nodded
swiftly, and shut the door quietly. Usagi led him
to the couch meters away and signaled for him to be
seated. He complied, only after looking around
again. Usagi began to wonder and worry, what was he
looking for?
Mamoru glanced around the room frantically, looking
at the surroundings, he felt warm and safe. He
shuddered slightly when he remembered how natural
it was for him to punch the building security code
that magically left his fingertips the moment he
had faced the console. Something was dreadfully
wrong with everything, for it felt as if he was
finally home. In all the years of service, he could
never find it, he indulged himself into work to
avoid the painful wanderings since his accident.
They had told him, he was always alone. Yet, here
he was sitting here with photos taken from her
office in his breast pocket, and his hands shaking
as he sank into the black couch.
Usagi couldn't take the silence anymore, she
started, "Mamoru--"
"How long have we been married?" he cut in.
She protested quickly, "I don't know what you're--"
Only to be cut-off again, "Don't lie to me, Usagi."
He had raised his voice at that moment. Mamoru
quickly produced the many photos he found in her
office. He flung them at her, her clear blue eyes
went a shade to white as she realized what they
were photos of. Her and him, in every single last
photo. Usagi just collected them and laid the photos
carefully on the coffee table. She seemed to take a
moment to collect herself.
"We have been married for five years, 3 months, 7
days-- Including the days you were dead." Usagi
sighed, all in a breath, all in a moment. She then
turned her eyes to him, glossy and ebbed with fear.
Mamoru didn't know just what to say, he was married
to her, and she admitted it, for 5 years! His heart
fluttered a little, then sang back down at the
realization of her last spoken words. How many of
them was he around for? Or more specifically, alive
for?
Usagi cringed as she watched his internal conflict,
she never wanted to see him in pain, and it was
always better, not knowing. However, it was time to
tell him.
Usagi started up again, "Mamoru, I can explain."
She inhaled sharply as he turn his cold, dark ocean
eyes to her reflecting hauntingly dangerous waves.
"By all means, Usagi," he spat. Usagi gulped,
remembering the last time he had looked like that...
Taking in another breath, Usagi folded her hands
tightly, "Mamoru, you work, for the government am I
correct?" she asked as though it was a rhetorical
question. However, he still nodded, shifting in
weight on the couch, getting ready to take in what
she offered.
"That was your job, in fact you were shortly
promoted to it after we go married. However, that
job, as you know, can be very demanding. There was
always risk Mamoru. I knew it, you knew it, yet--"
She paused, inhaling again, "One night, one of the
men from the organization, he stopped by, and told
me, you died in action." Usagi's knuckles were
visibly going white, as she fought the lament
feelings.
Mamoru felt a longing to hold her, and comfort her.
Yet, his mind bravely put the pieces together. From
the moment he woke up at the hospital, to the
moment he realized he didn't know who he was. All
of it he faced utterly alone. Usagi was his wife,
they told her he was dead, yet why did she not tell
him anything the moment they met again?
"Why?" He sputtered out, his throat was dreadfully
dry as he attempted to finish is question, "Why did
you not tell me sooner?" he rasped.
Usagi avoided eye contact, this was the one the
thing she didn't want to bring up. No matter what a
wonderful man he was, there were always some things
they disagreed with...
He took Usagi by the shoulders and shook her to get
something, anything out of her. This was his life,
they were talking about. A life that he had
forgotten, a life he longed for, a life he wanted
now.
"MISTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OKAA-SAN??!" A little
voice shrieked.
Mamoru stilled and whipped his head to the hall
entrance to find himself staring in to big, angry,
innocent, rosy eyes. She said Okaa-san, mother.
My God.
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MWAHHAHAHAHAH... :)
kurisutaru_faithful@hotmail.com--- CHANGED!!
http://fly.to/kuris-chan/
Too Long Ago
3/?
Disclaimer: standard
Editor: Silly Smiles
HAHAHAHHA... lookie what I have here... *runs for
her life*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi bustled about the apartment, trying to
collect the things carelessly thrown to the floor,
all the meanwhile hoping the roast in the oven
didn't do a fancy exploding trick. Chibi-Usa was in
her room, doing her best to clean it.
Usagi whipped across the hall as she heard the ding
from the microwave, she had barely changed into
clean clothes, her lab coat trailing behind her
as she tried to retrieve the not-so frozen
vegetables. The rumbling noise coming from the
dishwasher stopped, and the musical clang of the
dishes began as Usagi scrambled to get everything
in place. Feeling completely dejected, Usagi
wondered why did she have to invite him over for
dinner?!
A wail sounded through the small hall, "Mommy!!!
There's a spider in my room!" Chibi-usa quivered
with fright. Usagi froze in between all the chaos,
a memory slipped through the delicate walls that
held her sane...
"HONEY!!! GET IN HERE!" She remembered wailing. A
black spider had crawled into the bedroom and it
dangled without a care above her. Usagi was frozen
in fear, it wasn't that she didn't like them, but
then again it wasn't like she liked them either. He
thundered into the room in a panic, "Usako, are
you--" His words were cut off as he realized what
was hanging above her. He seemed relieved and
smiled softly, "Oh Usako, it's just a spider it
won't hurt you." He said as he carefully took the
spider in his hands. He brought it close to Usagi,
who, in turn, latched onto Mamoru in fear.
"Honey," she only called him by that name when she
was deadly serious, "What are you doing?"
He suddenly declared, "You know, I rather like this
spider." Usagi squealed in protest, "Why you--
Baka?!"
He grinned, "Because you get awfully close to me
when it's around, and I rather like you close," and
he bent down and kissed her on the nose...
"OKAAA!!" Another scream shocked Usagi out of her
reminiscence. She rushed to her daughter and found
her huddled in the corner of her recently cleaned
room, and to the left behind the lamp clashing with
the pastel wall was the eight legged creature.
Usagi slipped into the bathroom and grabbed the
glass cup and enclosed the arachnid. Usagi then
slipped a white sheet of paper underneath it and
brought the spider to the window, and threw it out.
Chibi-Usa quickly ceased leaning in the corner and
shuffled to her mother's side. "Arigatou okaa-san,"
she said with a smile.
Usagi dropped the cup and paper and hugged her
daughter fiercely. It would seem such a small
incident would seem, trivial to become so emotional
about, however it was pinnacles like this that keep
the young mother going. Usagi had a dinner to
prepare.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mamoru finished off the last inspection of the
labs. He found nothing he needed. The last
room to check before he headed off, was Usagi's
office.
Usagi was a golden radiance that descended to him
like a ray of light. For years he'd never felt this
way, mindlessly guiding through assignments
without a care. Figures, how it would be a bright-
eyed angel that would make him sway so. This sudden
attraction surprised him, such a pull, as if their
souls were bound. Mamoru's hand stilled at the
doorknob in realization, he was falling hard, in
such a short time? Was it all possible, to learn to
just love someone, instantly? Yet, somewhere deep
inside him, he felt as if he knew her so much
longer. He felt comfortable, and everything about
her was familiar. Taking a deep breath he pulled
his thoughts away as he continued his search.
He slipped himself in, and began carefully shifting
things, remembering precisely where each item was
placed and angled. He shoved the drawer on the
right side of her desk open. His hands shook at the
photo he had picked up. Usagi's face was flushed a
pretty pink with her tongue pointing offensively
out, her chin faced stubbornly up, and her arms
folded in defense. She was wearing a junior high
school uniform, and had an oddly shaped hairstyle.
"Odango." The word unconsciously slipped from
Mamoru's mouth as he continued to stare at the
photo.
Though Usagi obviously looked tormented, her eyes
seemed to glitter at something, or particularly,
someone. More specifically, he was looking at
himself.
Mamoru noticed he looked younger, leaning against a
counter in a senior high school uniform, he was
smirking down at Usagi. Mamoru quickly flipped the
photo over to find something scrawled at the back.
He slid his fingers over the handwriting, his
handwriting.
"You always did look good in pink," he had written.
How? How was this all possible? Certainly he would
remember, ever knowing Usagi...
Mamoru then realized, he didn't have much time, he
started going through the rest of her things.
More and more photos were pulled from the drawer.
Christmas, birthdays, *their* wedding. It was all
there.
But How?!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi felt as if a cold sliver of air swipe the
back of her neck. The doorbell rang, she whipped
her head towards the door and her hands stilled
with a plate in her hand. Usagi slowly placed the
plate to the table and glanced at the big round
clock up on the wall, she wasn't expecting Mamoru
for at least another hour. Usagi quickly shuffled
to the door and opened it too see who it was, she
was startled, Mamoru stood on the other side, his
hair stood limp against his head, he looked
lost and confused. How did he get into the
building? Was her other thought, her heart lurched
at the possibility that he remembered, how to get
into the building?
Usagi rubbed her numb palms against her apron and
unlocked the door.
"Mamoru-san, you're early." He walked in, no
greeting, eyes darted around quickly. "Usagi we
have to talk," he quickly stated. Usagi's heart
pounded, what was he doing here? She nodded
swiftly, and shut the door quietly. Usagi led him
to the couch meters away and signaled for him to be
seated. He complied, only after looking around
again. Usagi began to wonder and worry, what was he
looking for?
Mamoru glanced around the room frantically, looking
at the surroundings, he felt warm and safe. He
shuddered slightly when he remembered how natural
it was for him to punch the building security code
that magically left his fingertips the moment he
had faced the console. Something was dreadfully
wrong with everything, for it felt as if he was
finally home. In all the years of service, he could
never find it, he indulged himself into work to
avoid the painful wanderings since his accident.
They had told him, he was always alone. Yet, here
he was sitting here with photos taken from her
office in his breast pocket, and his hands shaking
as he sank into the black couch.
Usagi couldn't take the silence anymore, she
started, "Mamoru--"
"How long have we been married?" he cut in.
She protested quickly, "I don't know what you're--"
Only to be cut-off again, "Don't lie to me, Usagi."
He had raised his voice at that moment. Mamoru
quickly produced the many photos he found in her
office. He flung them at her, her clear blue eyes
went a shade to white as she realized what they
were photos of. Her and him, in every single last
photo. Usagi just collected them and laid the photos
carefully on the coffee table. She seemed to take a
moment to collect herself.
"We have been married for five years, 3 months, 7
days-- Including the days you were dead." Usagi
sighed, all in a breath, all in a moment. She then
turned her eyes to him, glossy and ebbed with fear.
Mamoru didn't know just what to say, he was married
to her, and she admitted it, for 5 years! His heart
fluttered a little, then sang back down at the
realization of her last spoken words. How many of
them was he around for? Or more specifically, alive
for?
Usagi cringed as she watched his internal conflict,
she never wanted to see him in pain, and it was
always better, not knowing. However, it was time to
tell him.
Usagi started up again, "Mamoru, I can explain."
She inhaled sharply as he turn his cold, dark ocean
eyes to her reflecting hauntingly dangerous waves.
"By all means, Usagi," he spat. Usagi gulped,
remembering the last time he had looked like that...
Taking in another breath, Usagi folded her hands
tightly, "Mamoru, you work, for the government am I
correct?" she asked as though it was a rhetorical
question. However, he still nodded, shifting in
weight on the couch, getting ready to take in what
she offered.
"That was your job, in fact you were shortly
promoted to it after we go married. However, that
job, as you know, can be very demanding. There was
always risk Mamoru. I knew it, you knew it, yet--"
She paused, inhaling again, "One night, one of the
men from the organization, he stopped by, and told
me, you died in action." Usagi's knuckles were
visibly going white, as she fought the lament
feelings.
Mamoru felt a longing to hold her, and comfort her.
Yet, his mind bravely put the pieces together. From
the moment he woke up at the hospital, to the
moment he realized he didn't know who he was. All
of it he faced utterly alone. Usagi was his wife,
they told her he was dead, yet why did she not tell
him anything the moment they met again?
"Why?" He sputtered out, his throat was dreadfully
dry as he attempted to finish is question, "Why did
you not tell me sooner?" he rasped.
Usagi avoided eye contact, this was the one the
thing she didn't want to bring up. No matter what a
wonderful man he was, there were always some things
they disagreed with...
He took Usagi by the shoulders and shook her to get
something, anything out of her. This was his life,
they were talking about. A life that he had
forgotten, a life he longed for, a life he wanted
now.
"MISTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OKAA-SAN??!" A little
voice shrieked.
Mamoru stilled and whipped his head to the hall
entrance to find himself staring in to big, angry,
innocent, rosy eyes. She said Okaa-san, mother.
My God.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MWAHHAHAHAHAH... :)