A Wounded Soul
By: crushedx34
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: To tell you the truth, I don't like the plot of the anime "Sailor Moon"… I just like the characters. Oh well, what's the worst thing you people can do to me? Kill me? Ahh… it's not that bad.
Alternate Universe
Author Notes: Yep… definitely keeping it as Sailor Moon… definitely. I like it better here too…
Chapter 1~
"TSUKINO USAGI!! This is the last time I will be warning you!!! Sleeping in class is intolerable!"
"Hai, Haruna-sensei…" my reply was dull, impassive, and numb. I didn't look at her. I couldn't bear to see a face that was so scrunched up with fury, towards me. Not anymore.
"Did you hear me?! Don't 'Hai, Haruna-sensei' me!"
All of a sudden, she grabbed my arm and shook it as if the world was about to end. It was my right arm. The one that I had just cut last night with my very own hands. I cringed in pain. Surprisingly, she paused and lowered her head until it was level to my flushed.
"Are you okay?" I could have laughed. She was worried about me! ME! The one student that failed test after test after test!
"Hai, Haruna-sensei." I looked forward to avoid eye contact.
She huffed and went back to the chalkboard muttering, "Honestly… I don't know what to do with that girl."
"Nothing, don't do anything…not that you could." I thought silently.
"Excuse me Usagi?"
I gasped. I had grumbled my thoughts out loud! Smacking myself mentally, I could already envisage the fire gleaming in her eyes. It was coming, I could feel it.
Almost as if in slow motion, I watched her lips move, "Deee- teeeeen-tiiiooonn."
I sighed and hung my head.
Later~
Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…
Life couldn't get any worse. Even the classroom clock was mocking me, going slower than ever.
Just two more minutes. I kept staring. [Click]. The red bar stopped moving! I gaped at it in horror. Damn it! These things always happen to me. The stupid clock stopped!
"Ahem," came a voice behind me. I turned around. "Well are you going to continue gawking at that old clock or are you going to go home?" she pointed to her petite wristwatch.
It didn't take anymore than that to get Tsukino Usagi to move. I whizzed past her and darted out the door like a mad woman. Hey, it's not my fault. I just don't want to stay in the school any longer than I have to.
As soon as I left the school building, I started to skip. The skips turned into jogging, and soon the jogging turned into sprinting. It was so hot outside. A bead of sweat dropped from my forehead. Just as I was about to roll up my sleeves, when I remembered the dark gashes etched across my skin.
"Doesn't matter, a triple scoop of ice cream will make me feel better!" I chuckled giddily.
"…one of these days, you're going to become fat, Odango-atama."
It was that Baka again. I swear, I throw my test paper at his thick head once, and I can't get rid of him!
"And if I do, what would it be to YOU?" I retorted.
"Well well well, Odango's got quite a temper today, does she not?"
I growled.
"You see… the thing is, you always seem to crash into me somehow in the streets of Tokyo… and I wouldn't want a fat girl squishing me to death. I'm too young AND handsome to die." He flashed me one of his cocky grins.
"Then in that case, I hope I get fat. AND I hope I will quash you until you die!"
I walked ahead confidently and never turned back.
After what seemed like hours of unbearable torture, I reached Motoki's arcade.
"Hey Usa, detention again?" Ahh… always count on Motoki to brighten my day.
I groaned. "Please Motoki, don't remind me! I've had a horrible week! I just HAD to run into that Baka again and-"
An ice cream sundae with an assortment of mouth-watering strawberries on top slid across the long table until it was merely inches away from my nose. My eyes dilated. Oooh… Yummy… Food… Can't resist…
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched a single spoon draw near my delectable sundae.
"Just what do you think your doing, Baka?!" I abruptly shoved his hand to the side and hugged my bowl of ice cream to my chest, and away from him.
He grin. That scoundrel grinned at me! How dare he?! Without thinking, I dumped my already melting sundae onto his CLEAN, WHITE shirt.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." I smiled.
He was still sneering at me. Why wasn't he angry? Something cold pressed onto my face. OH. MY. GOSH. My cheeks were in contact with his chest which was eloquently put, 'dabbed' with ice cream.
I looked up, smearing even more of the sundae on my golden tresses. Ever so slowly, his hand moved to place a red strawberry on my nose. I stared at it, making me completely cross-eyed. My head started to quiver. No, it was his torso that was jolting violently. The baka was laughing at me.
"You're cute when you do that…" he mumbled under his breath.
What did he say? REWIND!!!
"You're cute when you do that…" he mumbled under his breath.
My head broke free from his venomous grasp. I paused for a moment to look into his deep hues of blue. I sighted hesitation in them. Why was I still drowning in his midnight eyes?
I scampered away from him, sundae and all, but his hand shot out from nowhere and onto my arm which caused me to whimper. He loosened his firm clutch. However, I realized that this was the route to my escape so I swung his hand off and raced toward the park without looking back.
When I reached a secluded area, I stumbled upon the fresh grass, kneeling down as I took in deep breaths. The baka was always cold and emotionless. That's right, pokerfaced Mamoru. You can never tell what's on that mind of his. Did I just call him Mamoru? Well that's a start.
Life is just so confusing. I can't believe it. My arcade enemy called me CUTE! How dare he? Was he ridiculing me? He's probably still back at Motoki's laughing at me and my stupidity.
What was I going to do now? I can't go back to the arcade and if I do go home, what's there to do? Homework? HAHA. I don't think so. I swear, those who actually do their class work are out of their minds. How in the world is doing homework going to help them later in life? I just want to be a good, loving mother when I grow up. Nothing more, nothing less.
I staggered home half-heartedly. As I crept into the living room a little, nasal voice cornered me.
"USSSSSAAAAAAAAGIIIII… how would Okaa-san react if she saw you like that?"
That little pipsqueak! If looks could kill, the one I shot him would have buried him in an unfathomably deep ditch.
"She wouldn't 'cause she wouldn't know, my dear little pipsque-Shingo…" I drawled.
"Just for that, you're getting it!"
My eyes widened. I was already in enough trouble as it was since I got another detention today. I dashed up the stairs as I stripped myself of my sullied clothing and literally flew into our Jacuzzi sized bathtub, only to find my brat of a brother standing near the doorway of my bathroom smirking at me.
"What now, Brat?"
"Okaa-san isn't home yet." He ran.
Author Notes: Would you rather lack confidence or be overly confident? I dunno where that came from, but I figured that I would rather lack confidence 'cause being overly confident is just so prideful. I can't stand those people in my school, stupid pieces of crap!
Anyway, I think I forgot to put this on my first chapter. Read AngelDreamz's story. It's really good! Review it!
Thankies to…
huyter nakkie, Mac, mUsIc-KnIgHt, AngelDreamz,
Chika, Bluejello, Mistal:Last Warrior
And yes Chika I should have made Minako the annoying one. That's a great idea! Too bad I'm too lazy to change it. ;D
I wanna see more reviewers on that list next time! Okay okay, no pressure…
Ahaha… one more thing… [Oy this author note is gonna be longer than the fanfic!] Would you guys like longer chapters that would take a while to write or shorter chapters that would take err… shorter time to write? I'm kinda slow either way though…
