Title: My Favorite One
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters are not. I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it. I also do not own the rights to "Bother" by Corey Taylor, but I wish I owned Corey Taylor.
Extra: Part of the beginning is loosely based on, "My Favorite Memory" by Black Iris.
Chapter 5
The moon bathed Usagi with its soft silver glow. As she stared at the rose, she started singing.
I wish I was too dead to cry
The self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochist to which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to breathe
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I'm done
I won't let go till it bleeds
I wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open seasoned
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
I wish I died Instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with it's memories
Dire is left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I'm gone
I'll never live down my disease
Mamoru walked up behind Usagi. But he wasn't paying attention as to where each of his feet were placed, for he stepped on a pile of dried leaves, making a crackling noise.
Startled, Usagi jumped up. As she whirled around to look at who had tried to sneak up behind her, the rose flew out of her hand and straight at Mamoru's chest. Before it came close to hitting him and being ruined, he caught the rose gently in one of his large hands. Her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her ::a tall young man clad in a black velvet dinner jacket, black silk dress shirt, black pressed pants, and black boots. Around the neckline of his shirt he wore a gold and opal medallion on a semi-tight crimson ribbon. And his jet black hair fell into his dark cerulean eyes covered by a plain black mask with a black pearl tear under the corner of the left eye:: His expression was like no other expression Usagi's seen before.
Usagi could do or say nothing but gasp at the way he gracefully caught the rose without damaging it.
Mamoru bowed deeply, held out the rose and asked in a soft husky voice, "Why does such a beautiful creature, like yourself, stray out into the cold night? That is, if you don't mind me asking."
Usagi reached out a shaking hand to accept the rose. Then whispered, "Thank you, kind sir." She gently drew the rose from his hand and brought it up close to her chest.
Mamoru stood and his eyes drifted to the bench where her mask lay. His gaze moved up to her face. Usagi's cheeks were pink, her skin seemed even lighter in the moonlight, and her lips were a darker crimson, which made them even more seductive. Mamoru moved his eyes to hers and immediately their eyes locked. He could hear her pulse quicken, and he gulped.
Usagi was the first to break away from the their trance when she stepped back and began to walk down a path. "I just got bored, I guess. I mean, being mobbed by all of those guys made me a little uncomfortable. Do you know what I mean?" She turned to look at Mamoru, who was now walking beside her.
He looked down on her and nodded, "Yes. Yes I do know what you mean," he paused, "I forgot to introduce myself," and he began to bow, but a small hand suddenly placed its self on his cold cheek.
"Oh no. That's okay. Please, I've had enough of the bowing stuff. A name would do just fine."
Upon standing, he lightly grasped her wrist with one hand, and with the other, he cupped Usagi's face, "Alright. My name is Mamoru." He nodded, then brought her fingertips to his mouth and lightly kissed them. His other hand dropped slowly from Usagi's face, and they began walking again.
They found another bench and Usagi went to sit on it. "Come, sit with me." She patted the seat next to her and smiled warmly. Mamoru raised an eyebrow, then walked over and sat beside her.
"So, what-" He stopped, confused as he sat down, Usagi got up and walked over to the rose bushes and studied them intently. "How old are you exactly?" Mamoru questioned.
"15. You?"
"One thous-" he stopped suddenly. "17."
Usagi turned and walked over to Mamoru. She stopped about two inches from him. Usagi leaned over to his face. Usagi handed him a rose, kissed him on the tip of his nose, straightened up, and bubbled, "Tag You're it!" And ran off, laughing. Leaving Mamoru sitting on the bench, a rose in his hand and a bewildered look on his face. He shook it off then ran to where she'd gone. Surprisingly he couldn't find her.
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but the characters are not. I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it. I also do not own the rights to "Bother" by Corey Taylor, but I wish I owned Corey Taylor.
Extra: Part of the beginning is loosely based on, "My Favorite Memory" by Black Iris.
Chapter 5
The moon bathed Usagi with its soft silver glow. As she stared at the rose, she started singing.
I wish I was too dead to cry
The self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochist to which I cater
You don't need to bother
I don't need to breathe
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I'm done
I won't let go till it bleeds
I wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open seasoned
For this I gave up trying
One good time deserves my dying
I wish I died Instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shelf forgotten with it's memories
Dire is left with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I'm gone
I'll never live down my disease
Mamoru walked up behind Usagi. But he wasn't paying attention as to where each of his feet were placed, for he stepped on a pile of dried leaves, making a crackling noise.
Startled, Usagi jumped up. As she whirled around to look at who had tried to sneak up behind her, the rose flew out of her hand and straight at Mamoru's chest. Before it came close to hitting him and being ruined, he caught the rose gently in one of his large hands. Her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her ::a tall young man clad in a black velvet dinner jacket, black silk dress shirt, black pressed pants, and black boots. Around the neckline of his shirt he wore a gold and opal medallion on a semi-tight crimson ribbon. And his jet black hair fell into his dark cerulean eyes covered by a plain black mask with a black pearl tear under the corner of the left eye:: His expression was like no other expression Usagi's seen before.
Usagi could do or say nothing but gasp at the way he gracefully caught the rose without damaging it.
Mamoru bowed deeply, held out the rose and asked in a soft husky voice, "Why does such a beautiful creature, like yourself, stray out into the cold night? That is, if you don't mind me asking."
Usagi reached out a shaking hand to accept the rose. Then whispered, "Thank you, kind sir." She gently drew the rose from his hand and brought it up close to her chest.
Mamoru stood and his eyes drifted to the bench where her mask lay. His gaze moved up to her face. Usagi's cheeks were pink, her skin seemed even lighter in the moonlight, and her lips were a darker crimson, which made them even more seductive. Mamoru moved his eyes to hers and immediately their eyes locked. He could hear her pulse quicken, and he gulped.
Usagi was the first to break away from the their trance when she stepped back and began to walk down a path. "I just got bored, I guess. I mean, being mobbed by all of those guys made me a little uncomfortable. Do you know what I mean?" She turned to look at Mamoru, who was now walking beside her.
He looked down on her and nodded, "Yes. Yes I do know what you mean," he paused, "I forgot to introduce myself," and he began to bow, but a small hand suddenly placed its self on his cold cheek.
"Oh no. That's okay. Please, I've had enough of the bowing stuff. A name would do just fine."
Upon standing, he lightly grasped her wrist with one hand, and with the other, he cupped Usagi's face, "Alright. My name is Mamoru." He nodded, then brought her fingertips to his mouth and lightly kissed them. His other hand dropped slowly from Usagi's face, and they began walking again.
They found another bench and Usagi went to sit on it. "Come, sit with me." She patted the seat next to her and smiled warmly. Mamoru raised an eyebrow, then walked over and sat beside her.
"So, what-" He stopped, confused as he sat down, Usagi got up and walked over to the rose bushes and studied them intently. "How old are you exactly?" Mamoru questioned.
"15. You?"
"One thous-" he stopped suddenly. "17."
Usagi turned and walked over to Mamoru. She stopped about two inches from him. Usagi leaned over to his face. Usagi handed him a rose, kissed him on the tip of his nose, straightened up, and bubbled, "Tag You're it!" And ran off, laughing. Leaving Mamoru sitting on the bench, a rose in his hand and a bewildered look on his face. He shook it off then ran to where she'd gone. Surprisingly he couldn't find her.
