A Romantic Tragety
By Himako-hime
Author's Notes: Heh, sorry. *smiles sheepishly* I'm pretty sure this is going to be a long wait so I'll just say sorry before I start writing the story.
I would like to say thanks to Natsumi who's been with me on this story for every chapter. Thank you very much. I'm glad that you enjoy reading this story, it's people like you that encourages me to keep writing and not give up on this fic. *tears*
I would also like to say thanks to BunnyStar if you're still reading this. Sorry, I've been too lazy to go into my email, but I appreciate your gesture very much. I will be sure to ask for your help. I just hope that it's not too much trouble for you. Well, this is your first task, when you stopped your stories, did you ever start again? Thank you for reading.
I would also like to say thank you to all those who are reading and especially those who have reviewed. I'll try my best to make this story worth your while. Thank you to Janee, Yuko, Lunakytti, Usagi Girl (sorry if it's not supposed to spelled with capitals). And to those who maybe have given up on this story, but just incase you're reading, thanks to Renata, Lioness Blackfire, Akiko Shooting Star, and Hanakimi.
Oh, by the way, Lunakytti is right. It should be 'A Romantic Tragedy' instead of Tragety. Thank you for correcting my mistake, but I'm too lazy to change the title now.
Disclaimers: Don't own Sailor Moon. It belongs to Takeuchi-sama, who has kindly created this awesome story, but put some extremely annoying characters into it. (DIE CHIBI-USA!!!!!!!!)
Thank You Minna-san! Enjoy!
Chapter 4 - Well, Nobody Is Perfect
Usagi's POV
The spacious and painfully tidy room was the first thing that registered my mind. Then I blinked. Painfully tidy, hmm... well, I know it's not Seiya's room. Snickering at the corny joke, my head felt awful, my mouth felt like it was drenched in alcohol for millions of years. I don't remember a thing. Snorting at my memory, or lack of one, I tried to fall asleep again. Or find some painkillers. Yes, painkillers, they would be very very nice right now. I haven't had such a hangover in...well, never. I never drank much. One glass was my limit. Sure I could handle the alcohol, but the taste never appealed to me. Then remembering that this wasn't my room, I tried to find more clues to as who it belongs. After a good twenty minutes of druken pondering, I finally decided that it didn't belong to anyone that I knew. Hmm, that's strange. Maybe I was kidnapped by an alien and brought to their secret base on the moon! I was sure that my mouth was twisted into some kind of lopsided grin. Shaking my head, I tried to get rid of my hangover. Alas, it wasn't a wise choice, but who was I to know what was a wise choice on topics concerning alcohol?
Deciding that my chances of falling back asleep was as good as none, I got up. Facing the floor-length mirror located by the door, I studied myself. I was still in the dress that I had downed for a ball yeterday. Maybe I didn't remember the better part of the evening, I did remember the afternoon.
I was on the street, and I bumped into someone. Mamoru Chiba, that person that my friends had fawned over for the past three years. He doesn't seem too special if you ask me. Yes, he was good-looking, I'll go as far as to admitting that. But I had no doubt that he was a womanizer and as cheesy as they get. But he did seem like a gentleman. Giggling deliriously, I spun around the room pretending to be dancing with someone out of my pure imagination.
"Excuse me." The polite clearing of throat. Good one. Having almost composed myself, I broke down again for no apparent reason. I really hope that my friends never see me like this, they won't let me hear the end of it.
"Yes?" Using a very precise tone that portrayed a rich lady or royalty, at least to my druken sense. I held my head up high and looked down to the man who was speaking to me. Which was very hard because I only reached the man's shoulders at most. No one ever told me that you would still be drunk the day after you drink. It's a very...interesting discovery, if not embarrasing.
"Um, are you okay?" Am I okay? I don't know. I think so, but, you never know.
"Of course I'm okay!" Giggling like a school girl, I replied. The man stared at me one minute longer than said,
"If you say so." I nodded. Everything felt so dreamlike, it missed that reality factor. It's like you won't feel anything even if you pinch yourself, and you won't wake up either. 'Cause it's not a dream, yet it feels like one.
"I'm Mamoru Chiba." Oh! So, I'm at Chiba-san's house, that's an interesting piece of information. How did I end up here anyway?
"I'm Serenity..." Since I was trying to appear royal, I might as well use my more formal name, besides, I always thought that name had a certain ring of title to it.
"Yes, I know. We've already met. Do you remember that?" Chiba asked. Do I look like a kindergartener to him? Why was he talking so slowly?
"I guess so. I don't feel so well, do you have any painkillers? Aspirin? Food?" I sighed, this drunk thing was getting tiring, I'm not 7 anymore. (AN: That just means that one doesn't have much energy at eighteen than one did at seven. ^_~;; Confused?)
"Of course. How inconsiderate of me. Right this way, please." Chiba lead me to a brightly lighted hall. Wow, this sure is a big house for a bachelor. I took the aspirin he handed me and gulped it down with one drink of water. The food was on the table, scrambled eggs. Eww... eggs. I hate eggs. But not as much as the other portion of my breakfast that was lying on the table. My face must've paled at the site, for Chiba asked me what was wrong. Openly staring, I pointed to the table where the short, healthy, red, little snacking carrots lay. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As much as I am like a rabbit, (the name and the hairdo ^_^;;;) I do not eat carrots!
"What is it?" Asked a dumbfounded Mamoru, obviously very confused to as why anyone would be afraind of some tiny, harmless carrots. I smacked my head in exasperation, if Seiya were here... but, he's not. I really have to learn how to survive without Seiya, he's not my servant! He has no pledge to me, and I've got to stop letting him do everything for me. Well, that's later, right now... carrots. I shuddered.
"Do you have anything else I can eat? And please get those carrots out of my site." I asked, trying not to be too rude, but anybody who dared to serve me carrots! Just think! But then again, he proabably didn't know.
"Yes your majesty!" Chiba replied, guess he isn't too pleased about the situation either, but what can I do? This is his home after all.
"Never mind." I grumbled. What kind of host is he anyway? 'What kind of a guest are *you* anyway?' My subconcience countered. Whatever! Pushing it to the back of my head, I wondered why it never said anything when I stole Seiya's bike, messed up his room on purpose and got is first crush to think that he was some kind of freak.
"Can you just take me home? How did I get here anyway?" If I weren't so busy, I would've seen the faint blush that colored Chiba's tanned face, or how he was starting to sweat at my requests.
"S...s...sure." He said. I stared at him for a moment, was he hiding something? I might not be as good as Michiru at telling these things, but I'm not as clueless as Minako.
"Okay. If you say so." I shrugged, if he wasn't going to tell me, I'm not going to push either. Besides, it's proabably none of my business.
"Okay. So, do you want to eat first, or go now?" He asked.
"Um, I'd like to go now if you don't mind." I replied. I was really starting to miss home, plus I hadn't seen Seiya for a few hours now. That *never* happened before, ever since I met him. I've never realized this before, but it was kind of unsettling to be away from Seiya for so long.
********Tsukino Household*********
"Where is Usa?" Kenji was angry, frustrated, a madman. His daughter had disappeared and it was all Seiya Kou's fault.
"I trusted you to take care of her! What did you do? You let her run off!" Kenji ranted, lifting Seiya up by his collar, but Ikuko cut in before her husband killed the poor boy.
"I'm...sorry. It's all my fault, if only I didn't say..." Seiya trailed off, he hasn't slept at all last night, and the bags under his eyes were beginning to show. But worst was he'd been blaming himself for everything that had happened at the party. Ikuko worried that it wasn't healthy for the young man to bottle everything inside. Sitting at the Tsukino's family room now, Seiya couldn't begin to describe how sorry he was. How could he have let his ego ruin his cherished relationship with Usa?
"I'm sorry." He whispered again, brokenly.
"Sorry about what? Wow, you guys look depressed! Did I miss something?" Seiya quickly perked up at the voice. How could Usa act so calm and normal? Even if she had forgiven him for last night, didn't she think at all about what would happen? Wait, knowing Usa, she proabably wouldn't.
"You're back." Seiya choked out, almost crying as he swept Usagi up in his arms.
"Seiya-kun! Put me down this instant!" Usa laughed as she hit Seiya on the shoulder gently.
"No way! I'm never letting you out of my site for as long as I live." Seiya laughed along, intantly feeling better. Usagi always cheered him up when he was down. Somethings never change.
"Oh? Then I have no choice but to call the stalker-control association." Usagi raised an eyebrow, teasingly.
"Do what you want. But you won't get away from me ever again." Seiya swore solemnly.
"Okay. If you say so." Usagi looked at her parents after Seiya had put her down. Their expressions were somewhere between shock and the you-are-grounded look.
"So... What's going on?" Usa asked again, uneasily. After Chiba had dropped her off at her house, he had politely refused to go in with her and sped off as soon as she opened the front door.
"Young lady, you have no idea how much trouble you are in!" She groaned as soon as her father opened his mouth. It was going to be a long day...
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Bad? Worst thing you've ever read in your whole life? Close second? Flames? Death threats? *phoeny advertising voice* Let your opinion be know. Message brought to you by the author of this story.
Okay, sorry! You have my permission to kill me. I have no doubt that it has been more than a month since I posted the last chapter. But then again, my memory is unacceptable. ^_^;;; So sorry, but I've been drowning myself in the world of yaoi. Which doesn't seem too popular with Sailor Moon fans, ne?
I don't want to admit it, but it has come down to this. I don't think I can finish this story by myself, so is anybody willing to be a co-author? Please???? *puppy dog eyes* Pretty please??? But I have to warn you, you might end up writing most of the story by yourself. But I'd really appreciate it! Anyone?
By Himako-hime
Author's Notes: Heh, sorry. *smiles sheepishly* I'm pretty sure this is going to be a long wait so I'll just say sorry before I start writing the story.
I would like to say thanks to Natsumi who's been with me on this story for every chapter. Thank you very much. I'm glad that you enjoy reading this story, it's people like you that encourages me to keep writing and not give up on this fic. *tears*
I would also like to say thanks to BunnyStar if you're still reading this. Sorry, I've been too lazy to go into my email, but I appreciate your gesture very much. I will be sure to ask for your help. I just hope that it's not too much trouble for you. Well, this is your first task, when you stopped your stories, did you ever start again? Thank you for reading.
I would also like to say thank you to all those who are reading and especially those who have reviewed. I'll try my best to make this story worth your while. Thank you to Janee, Yuko, Lunakytti, Usagi Girl (sorry if it's not supposed to spelled with capitals). And to those who maybe have given up on this story, but just incase you're reading, thanks to Renata, Lioness Blackfire, Akiko Shooting Star, and Hanakimi.
Oh, by the way, Lunakytti is right. It should be 'A Romantic Tragedy' instead of Tragety. Thank you for correcting my mistake, but I'm too lazy to change the title now.
Disclaimers: Don't own Sailor Moon. It belongs to Takeuchi-sama, who has kindly created this awesome story, but put some extremely annoying characters into it. (DIE CHIBI-USA!!!!!!!!)
Thank You Minna-san! Enjoy!
Chapter 4 - Well, Nobody Is Perfect
Usagi's POV
The spacious and painfully tidy room was the first thing that registered my mind. Then I blinked. Painfully tidy, hmm... well, I know it's not Seiya's room. Snickering at the corny joke, my head felt awful, my mouth felt like it was drenched in alcohol for millions of years. I don't remember a thing. Snorting at my memory, or lack of one, I tried to fall asleep again. Or find some painkillers. Yes, painkillers, they would be very very nice right now. I haven't had such a hangover in...well, never. I never drank much. One glass was my limit. Sure I could handle the alcohol, but the taste never appealed to me. Then remembering that this wasn't my room, I tried to find more clues to as who it belongs. After a good twenty minutes of druken pondering, I finally decided that it didn't belong to anyone that I knew. Hmm, that's strange. Maybe I was kidnapped by an alien and brought to their secret base on the moon! I was sure that my mouth was twisted into some kind of lopsided grin. Shaking my head, I tried to get rid of my hangover. Alas, it wasn't a wise choice, but who was I to know what was a wise choice on topics concerning alcohol?
Deciding that my chances of falling back asleep was as good as none, I got up. Facing the floor-length mirror located by the door, I studied myself. I was still in the dress that I had downed for a ball yeterday. Maybe I didn't remember the better part of the evening, I did remember the afternoon.
I was on the street, and I bumped into someone. Mamoru Chiba, that person that my friends had fawned over for the past three years. He doesn't seem too special if you ask me. Yes, he was good-looking, I'll go as far as to admitting that. But I had no doubt that he was a womanizer and as cheesy as they get. But he did seem like a gentleman. Giggling deliriously, I spun around the room pretending to be dancing with someone out of my pure imagination.
"Excuse me." The polite clearing of throat. Good one. Having almost composed myself, I broke down again for no apparent reason. I really hope that my friends never see me like this, they won't let me hear the end of it.
"Yes?" Using a very precise tone that portrayed a rich lady or royalty, at least to my druken sense. I held my head up high and looked down to the man who was speaking to me. Which was very hard because I only reached the man's shoulders at most. No one ever told me that you would still be drunk the day after you drink. It's a very...interesting discovery, if not embarrasing.
"Um, are you okay?" Am I okay? I don't know. I think so, but, you never know.
"Of course I'm okay!" Giggling like a school girl, I replied. The man stared at me one minute longer than said,
"If you say so." I nodded. Everything felt so dreamlike, it missed that reality factor. It's like you won't feel anything even if you pinch yourself, and you won't wake up either. 'Cause it's not a dream, yet it feels like one.
"I'm Mamoru Chiba." Oh! So, I'm at Chiba-san's house, that's an interesting piece of information. How did I end up here anyway?
"I'm Serenity..." Since I was trying to appear royal, I might as well use my more formal name, besides, I always thought that name had a certain ring of title to it.
"Yes, I know. We've already met. Do you remember that?" Chiba asked. Do I look like a kindergartener to him? Why was he talking so slowly?
"I guess so. I don't feel so well, do you have any painkillers? Aspirin? Food?" I sighed, this drunk thing was getting tiring, I'm not 7 anymore. (AN: That just means that one doesn't have much energy at eighteen than one did at seven. ^_~;; Confused?)
"Of course. How inconsiderate of me. Right this way, please." Chiba lead me to a brightly lighted hall. Wow, this sure is a big house for a bachelor. I took the aspirin he handed me and gulped it down with one drink of water. The food was on the table, scrambled eggs. Eww... eggs. I hate eggs. But not as much as the other portion of my breakfast that was lying on the table. My face must've paled at the site, for Chiba asked me what was wrong. Openly staring, I pointed to the table where the short, healthy, red, little snacking carrots lay. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As much as I am like a rabbit, (the name and the hairdo ^_^;;;) I do not eat carrots!
"What is it?" Asked a dumbfounded Mamoru, obviously very confused to as why anyone would be afraind of some tiny, harmless carrots. I smacked my head in exasperation, if Seiya were here... but, he's not. I really have to learn how to survive without Seiya, he's not my servant! He has no pledge to me, and I've got to stop letting him do everything for me. Well, that's later, right now... carrots. I shuddered.
"Do you have anything else I can eat? And please get those carrots out of my site." I asked, trying not to be too rude, but anybody who dared to serve me carrots! Just think! But then again, he proabably didn't know.
"Yes your majesty!" Chiba replied, guess he isn't too pleased about the situation either, but what can I do? This is his home after all.
"Never mind." I grumbled. What kind of host is he anyway? 'What kind of a guest are *you* anyway?' My subconcience countered. Whatever! Pushing it to the back of my head, I wondered why it never said anything when I stole Seiya's bike, messed up his room on purpose and got is first crush to think that he was some kind of freak.
"Can you just take me home? How did I get here anyway?" If I weren't so busy, I would've seen the faint blush that colored Chiba's tanned face, or how he was starting to sweat at my requests.
"S...s...sure." He said. I stared at him for a moment, was he hiding something? I might not be as good as Michiru at telling these things, but I'm not as clueless as Minako.
"Okay. If you say so." I shrugged, if he wasn't going to tell me, I'm not going to push either. Besides, it's proabably none of my business.
"Okay. So, do you want to eat first, or go now?" He asked.
"Um, I'd like to go now if you don't mind." I replied. I was really starting to miss home, plus I hadn't seen Seiya for a few hours now. That *never* happened before, ever since I met him. I've never realized this before, but it was kind of unsettling to be away from Seiya for so long.
********Tsukino Household*********
"Where is Usa?" Kenji was angry, frustrated, a madman. His daughter had disappeared and it was all Seiya Kou's fault.
"I trusted you to take care of her! What did you do? You let her run off!" Kenji ranted, lifting Seiya up by his collar, but Ikuko cut in before her husband killed the poor boy.
"I'm...sorry. It's all my fault, if only I didn't say..." Seiya trailed off, he hasn't slept at all last night, and the bags under his eyes were beginning to show. But worst was he'd been blaming himself for everything that had happened at the party. Ikuko worried that it wasn't healthy for the young man to bottle everything inside. Sitting at the Tsukino's family room now, Seiya couldn't begin to describe how sorry he was. How could he have let his ego ruin his cherished relationship with Usa?
"I'm sorry." He whispered again, brokenly.
"Sorry about what? Wow, you guys look depressed! Did I miss something?" Seiya quickly perked up at the voice. How could Usa act so calm and normal? Even if she had forgiven him for last night, didn't she think at all about what would happen? Wait, knowing Usa, she proabably wouldn't.
"You're back." Seiya choked out, almost crying as he swept Usagi up in his arms.
"Seiya-kun! Put me down this instant!" Usa laughed as she hit Seiya on the shoulder gently.
"No way! I'm never letting you out of my site for as long as I live." Seiya laughed along, intantly feeling better. Usagi always cheered him up when he was down. Somethings never change.
"Oh? Then I have no choice but to call the stalker-control association." Usagi raised an eyebrow, teasingly.
"Do what you want. But you won't get away from me ever again." Seiya swore solemnly.
"Okay. If you say so." Usagi looked at her parents after Seiya had put her down. Their expressions were somewhere between shock and the you-are-grounded look.
"So... What's going on?" Usa asked again, uneasily. After Chiba had dropped her off at her house, he had politely refused to go in with her and sped off as soon as she opened the front door.
"Young lady, you have no idea how much trouble you are in!" She groaned as soon as her father opened his mouth. It was going to be a long day...
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Bad? Worst thing you've ever read in your whole life? Close second? Flames? Death threats? *phoeny advertising voice* Let your opinion be know. Message brought to you by the author of this story.
Okay, sorry! You have my permission to kill me. I have no doubt that it has been more than a month since I posted the last chapter. But then again, my memory is unacceptable. ^_^;;; So sorry, but I've been drowning myself in the world of yaoi. Which doesn't seem too popular with Sailor Moon fans, ne?
I don't want to admit it, but it has come down to this. I don't think I can finish this story by myself, so is anybody willing to be a co-author? Please???? *puppy dog eyes* Pretty please??? But I have to warn you, you might end up writing most of the story by yourself. But I'd really appreciate it! Anyone?