Because I'm A Girl
by Tina Bui
Disclaimer- this is the standard disclaimer right here and now. I do not own Sailor Moon, and I have no part in it whatsoever. So don't sue me since I'm broke and even if you win, you won't get much so you're wasting your time.
Summary- She was thrown into her destiny, unknown of the repercussions and the life-changing events that would come. Her childhood friend now hated who she was while her new friends didn't understand the depths of her pain. Battered and bruised, she longs to find herself and to be released from her responsibilities.
Chapter Three - Trapped
It was as if they were destined to bump into the other. Literally. The first time they had met, it was by her throwing the crumpled test behind her. Their reactions were spontaneous. She thought he was the most arrogant man on earth she had met. He thought she was a fallen angel that had the ability to grate on his self-control to no end. Every meeting they had, he longed to kiss her luscious lips.
At this precise moment, she was testing his hard-earned control yet again. He was on top. She was on the bottom. Simple enough, right? Wrong. Deadly wrong. With the vision of the last meeting of his dream princess, his control was barely there. His arms were beside hers while their legs tangled with another. Her chest was rising and falling, due to the adrenaline left in her body. The mere brush of her body against his made him throw caution to the wind. Almost. In his mind, he still remembered that she was only sixteen (a dangerous time for beautiful girls like herself, he noted). He was twenty and in his third year of post-secondary education where he attended the prestigious Azabu Tech University for the gifted. He was considered one of the most sought-out men on the campus. He had a reputation to uphold. But when he looked into her sparkling baby blue eyes, he forgot all that. All he saw was a beautiful girl. All he felt was the blood pumping faster through his veins.
Her original plan was to escape. 'I guess that plan backfired a million times worse', she thought. Now she was trapped. Between the feeling of responsibility and desire.
She felt his heart beat faster. Almost as fast as hers, she thought amusingly. She shouldn't be feeling like this. They were enemies. Well, maybe enemies were too strong a word to describe them. They were verbal sparring partners that-somehow-could rub the other in the wrong way. She knew that he had a good side to him, everyone did. She would admit he was handsome. She did have eyes and ears that would occasionally hear how every female in the precinct would sigh at the sight of him. She knew that he was intelligent, he had to have been to attend the most gifted school on this side of Tokyo. He was kind to everyone with the exception of her (which bothered her to no end although she could not figure out why that would matter). But for every good thing she could list, there were two bad things she could also list. He was arrogant. He was boring-what with his daily schedule and his studies. He had a huge temper whenever she would snap back at him. His taste in clothes (especially the olive green jacket and purple pants) was enough to issue an arrest warrant from the fashion police. Yet, every time she saw him, she had the inexplicable urge to run into his arms, and half the times she did, with the excuse that she was late for school, of course.
Which brought her back to the reason why she was trapped at the moment. This time, she had not chosen to 'bump' into him. This time it was accidental. This time, the emotions were stronger than she had ever felt. This time, she was not sure she could control her body's reactions to him.
Their eyes sought out each other and there was an internal battle waging inside of them. Should they or shouldn't they? There were millions of reasons why they shouldn't and only one reason why they should. They wanted to.
She could still feel his fast-beating heart, pulsing against her. The feel of him was addictive. All she would have to do was pull him down.
He knew what she was going to do. He knew that she would try to kiss him. When he looked into her eyes, he knew. But it wasn't the right moment. It would never be, much to his dismay. He was Tuxedo Mask while she was a normal teenage girl. She could have any man she wanted. They would offer her everything that he couldn't. The guarantee that they would home at her beck and call when he would have to lie about his whereabouts concerning his fights against the Negaverse. They could promise her that they would treat her right. They would treat her right because they knew how to treat someone right. They had learned that knowledge from their parents. They would never hurt her because they were afraid. Afraid of giving up their control and placing their life-and heart-in her hands. He was scared. So scared that he wouldn't live up to her expectations and that he would disappoint her in so many ways. He never knew his parents. Or really, remembered his parents. Ever since he was six, he would get sketches of how his parents were but never exact details. He grew up knowing the bitterness that many orphans had in their jaded hearts. He would not only hurt Serena. He would taint her.
That was why he stopped her from kissing him.
She was confused, that much was obvious. But she wasn't as dense as she portrayed to many others. He knew that she knew it was the wrong time. She was confused over what happened. She was only reacting to the setting and atmosphere. Or so he tried to convince his stubborn mind.
He stopped her before she could kiss him. She was so close yet she was stopped. Not in a harsh way but in a comforting halt. As if he didn't want to stop her but he had to.
He gently stood up and gave her a hand. She took his gentlemanly offer and he pulled her up slowly. They stood there looking at one another in an uncomfortable silence. The weather outside seemed suitable to their situation. There was a storm brewing outside. The electricity was humming around them and they knew that a horrible storm was coming soon.
He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and realized that the tea stain was still on his shirt. He quickly looked at her and saw her nod, telling him to go change his shirt.
He ran to his room.
He shook his head and tried his best to calm his heart. It was still beating strong and fast. Damn her. He thought that once he was out of the living room where she was, he would have a chance to calm his nerves. Obviously he was wrong since he was pacing around half naked and in great need of a clean shirt.
How in the world did she have this great hold on him? He was always in control and he would rather die than to give it up. Especially to her.
He stopped and processed what he had just thought. What the hell was wrong with him now? It wasn't her fault. He doubted that she actually knew what she was doing to him. Otherwise, she would've stopped looking the way she did-all beautiful and tortured.
If he wasn't already still, this would be where he would stop once again. He still didn't know what was bothering her.
He quickly pulled out a t-shirt out of his drawers and put it on. With a new mission in his hands, he walked out of his room and went to face her.
She knew she couldn't go home now. Especially since a storm was right behind her and would immediately destroy her if she dared to step foot outside. She would have to stay at his place.
She chuckled. Even in the most dire situations, she still had her sense of humour. Just not a very good sense of humour.
What almost happened? Keyword there: almost. If it wasn't for him stopping her, they would still be on top of each other kissing. That was not supposed to happen. She wouldn't let it. Then why was it she who initiated it?
It was official. She was losing her mind.
Disclaimer- this is the standard disclaimer right here and now. I do not own Sailor Moon, and I have no part in it whatsoever. So don't sue me since I'm broke and even if you win, you won't get much so you're wasting your time.
Summary- She was thrown into her destiny, unknown of the repercussions and the life-changing events that would come. Her childhood friend now hated who she was while her new friends didn't understand the depths of her pain. Battered and bruised, she longs to find herself and to be released from her responsibilities.
Chapter Three - Trapped
It was as if they were destined to bump into the other. Literally. The first time they had met, it was by her throwing the crumpled test behind her. Their reactions were spontaneous. She thought he was the most arrogant man on earth she had met. He thought she was a fallen angel that had the ability to grate on his self-control to no end. Every meeting they had, he longed to kiss her luscious lips.
At this precise moment, she was testing his hard-earned control yet again. He was on top. She was on the bottom. Simple enough, right? Wrong. Deadly wrong. With the vision of the last meeting of his dream princess, his control was barely there. His arms were beside hers while their legs tangled with another. Her chest was rising and falling, due to the adrenaline left in her body. The mere brush of her body against his made him throw caution to the wind. Almost. In his mind, he still remembered that she was only sixteen (a dangerous time for beautiful girls like herself, he noted). He was twenty and in his third year of post-secondary education where he attended the prestigious Azabu Tech University for the gifted. He was considered one of the most sought-out men on the campus. He had a reputation to uphold. But when he looked into her sparkling baby blue eyes, he forgot all that. All he saw was a beautiful girl. All he felt was the blood pumping faster through his veins.
Her original plan was to escape. 'I guess that plan backfired a million times worse', she thought. Now she was trapped. Between the feeling of responsibility and desire.
She felt his heart beat faster. Almost as fast as hers, she thought amusingly. She shouldn't be feeling like this. They were enemies. Well, maybe enemies were too strong a word to describe them. They were verbal sparring partners that-somehow-could rub the other in the wrong way. She knew that he had a good side to him, everyone did. She would admit he was handsome. She did have eyes and ears that would occasionally hear how every female in the precinct would sigh at the sight of him. She knew that he was intelligent, he had to have been to attend the most gifted school on this side of Tokyo. He was kind to everyone with the exception of her (which bothered her to no end although she could not figure out why that would matter). But for every good thing she could list, there were two bad things she could also list. He was arrogant. He was boring-what with his daily schedule and his studies. He had a huge temper whenever she would snap back at him. His taste in clothes (especially the olive green jacket and purple pants) was enough to issue an arrest warrant from the fashion police. Yet, every time she saw him, she had the inexplicable urge to run into his arms, and half the times she did, with the excuse that she was late for school, of course.
Which brought her back to the reason why she was trapped at the moment. This time, she had not chosen to 'bump' into him. This time it was accidental. This time, the emotions were stronger than she had ever felt. This time, she was not sure she could control her body's reactions to him.
Their eyes sought out each other and there was an internal battle waging inside of them. Should they or shouldn't they? There were millions of reasons why they shouldn't and only one reason why they should. They wanted to.
She could still feel his fast-beating heart, pulsing against her. The feel of him was addictive. All she would have to do was pull him down.
He knew what she was going to do. He knew that she would try to kiss him. When he looked into her eyes, he knew. But it wasn't the right moment. It would never be, much to his dismay. He was Tuxedo Mask while she was a normal teenage girl. She could have any man she wanted. They would offer her everything that he couldn't. The guarantee that they would home at her beck and call when he would have to lie about his whereabouts concerning his fights against the Negaverse. They could promise her that they would treat her right. They would treat her right because they knew how to treat someone right. They had learned that knowledge from their parents. They would never hurt her because they were afraid. Afraid of giving up their control and placing their life-and heart-in her hands. He was scared. So scared that he wouldn't live up to her expectations and that he would disappoint her in so many ways. He never knew his parents. Or really, remembered his parents. Ever since he was six, he would get sketches of how his parents were but never exact details. He grew up knowing the bitterness that many orphans had in their jaded hearts. He would not only hurt Serena. He would taint her.
That was why he stopped her from kissing him.
She was confused, that much was obvious. But she wasn't as dense as she portrayed to many others. He knew that she knew it was the wrong time. She was confused over what happened. She was only reacting to the setting and atmosphere. Or so he tried to convince his stubborn mind.
He stopped her before she could kiss him. She was so close yet she was stopped. Not in a harsh way but in a comforting halt. As if he didn't want to stop her but he had to.
He gently stood up and gave her a hand. She took his gentlemanly offer and he pulled her up slowly. They stood there looking at one another in an uncomfortable silence. The weather outside seemed suitable to their situation. There was a storm brewing outside. The electricity was humming around them and they knew that a horrible storm was coming soon.
He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and realized that the tea stain was still on his shirt. He quickly looked at her and saw her nod, telling him to go change his shirt.
He ran to his room.
He shook his head and tried his best to calm his heart. It was still beating strong and fast. Damn her. He thought that once he was out of the living room where she was, he would have a chance to calm his nerves. Obviously he was wrong since he was pacing around half naked and in great need of a clean shirt.
How in the world did she have this great hold on him? He was always in control and he would rather die than to give it up. Especially to her.
He stopped and processed what he had just thought. What the hell was wrong with him now? It wasn't her fault. He doubted that she actually knew what she was doing to him. Otherwise, she would've stopped looking the way she did-all beautiful and tortured.
If he wasn't already still, this would be where he would stop once again. He still didn't know what was bothering her.
He quickly pulled out a t-shirt out of his drawers and put it on. With a new mission in his hands, he walked out of his room and went to face her.
She knew she couldn't go home now. Especially since a storm was right behind her and would immediately destroy her if she dared to step foot outside. She would have to stay at his place.
She chuckled. Even in the most dire situations, she still had her sense of humour. Just not a very good sense of humour.
What almost happened? Keyword there: almost. If it wasn't for him stopping her, they would still be on top of each other kissing. That was not supposed to happen. She wouldn't let it. Then why was it she who initiated it?
It was official. She was losing her mind.