Kurisutaru
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Maroon - Revised!
Prologue
Disclaimer: me no own Sailor Moon... :)
May sanity be with you :P ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It was one of those early mornings when the sun was shinning high above your old junkie Honda civic and the perfect Japanese engineered curve would nail light right in your eye. It was rush hour in a certain outskirts of Tokyo and we all know what that meant, nothing moves. Frustrated with this, a certain blond-haired miss cursed under her breath, and pushed her glasses back to its correct position. Her baby blue phone rang violently catching her attention, she plowed her way through her bag and hastily answered it. "Moshi moshi" she answered meekly, she quickly pulled the phone away from her ear as a blasting voice sounded from it. "USAGI TSUKINO! LATE AGAIN! HOW COULD YOU? IF YOU WEREN'T MY COUSIN'S BABY LITTLE GIRL I'D FIRE YOU PETITE ASS IN SECONDS, DO SEE THAT YOU ARE NOT LATE AGAIN! PATIENTS DEPEND ON YOU! YOU'LL BE LUCKY IF YOU GET OUT OF CHANGING SHEETS DUTY FOR A MONTH!!" And the infuriated voice hung itself up. Usagi cringed and prayed for the light to change...
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Professor Chiba taps impatiently on the steering wheel waiting, and waiting... LATE he was NEVER late, but today, it just so happened that he was, it threw off his equilibrium to do that. Enraged as he was, he phoned in the University for the first time ever to report that he would be a little late. It utterly SUCKED. He MAMORU CHIBA is never late, but the old hag in front of him drove like a slug. FINALLY! The light changed for his mercy, but the obviously woman driver in front wasn't moving... He repetitively punched the horn on the steering wheel, but still she didn't move... Unfortunately there wasn't enough space for him to maneuver his. The light turned evil red once again.
Mamoru rose from his car, ripping the seatbelt off his perfect coat and marched towards the old civic. He pounded on the windows of the car, not caring to glance twice at the shivering driver. She rolled down the window in a shaky fashion and whispered a greeting, "Ano..."
For a moment, Mamoru just stared, he realized the petite woman shook profoundly, her blue eyes glazed over with a certain mystically haunting red, in combination an eerie maroon seeped through.
Startled by this, Mamoru's commanding demand came out in a squeaky croak. "Miss, why are you not moving your car?"
"I can't explain it, I just can't!" She desperately pleaded.
A little aggravated at what her blunt and pathetic answer was, he demanded more sharply, "Can't Explain? What kind of meaningless answer is that?"
Her soft eyes grew hard, "I told you I CAN'T!!!!!"
Ready to snap back, Mamoru opened his mouth, only to hear a screech along the narrow street. He looked up to see a flaming Toyota Corolla. It suddenly hit him, what if someone was on the road then???....
Mamoru turned back to the woman, her eyes pale, and sunny-blue concentrated on the road. He wandered aimlessly back to his car... Weren't her eyes maroon?
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May sanity be with you :P ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It was one of those early mornings when the sun was shinning high above your old junkie Honda civic and the perfect Japanese engineered curve would nail light right in your eye. It was rush hour in a certain outskirts of Tokyo and we all know what that meant, nothing moves. Frustrated with this, a certain blond-haired miss cursed under her breath, and pushed her glasses back to its correct position. Her baby blue phone rang violently catching her attention, she plowed her way through her bag and hastily answered it. "Moshi moshi" she answered meekly, she quickly pulled the phone away from her ear as a blasting voice sounded from it. "USAGI TSUKINO! LATE AGAIN! HOW COULD YOU? IF YOU WEREN'T MY COUSIN'S BABY LITTLE GIRL I'D FIRE YOU PETITE ASS IN SECONDS, DO SEE THAT YOU ARE NOT LATE AGAIN! PATIENTS DEPEND ON YOU! YOU'LL BE LUCKY IF YOU GET OUT OF CHANGING SHEETS DUTY FOR A MONTH!!" And the infuriated voice hung itself up. Usagi cringed and prayed for the light to change...
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Professor Chiba taps impatiently on the steering wheel waiting, and waiting... LATE he was NEVER late, but today, it just so happened that he was, it threw off his equilibrium to do that. Enraged as he was, he phoned in the University for the first time ever to report that he would be a little late. It utterly SUCKED. He MAMORU CHIBA is never late, but the old hag in front of him drove like a slug. FINALLY! The light changed for his mercy, but the obviously woman driver in front wasn't moving... He repetitively punched the horn on the steering wheel, but still she didn't move... Unfortunately there wasn't enough space for him to maneuver his. The light turned evil red once again.
Mamoru rose from his car, ripping the seatbelt off his perfect coat and marched towards the old civic. He pounded on the windows of the car, not caring to glance twice at the shivering driver. She rolled down the window in a shaky fashion and whispered a greeting, "Ano..."
For a moment, Mamoru just stared, he realized the petite woman shook profoundly, her blue eyes glazed over with a certain mystically haunting red, in combination an eerie maroon seeped through.
Startled by this, Mamoru's commanding demand came out in a squeaky croak. "Miss, why are you not moving your car?"
"I can't explain it, I just can't!" She desperately pleaded.
A little aggravated at what her blunt and pathetic answer was, he demanded more sharply, "Can't Explain? What kind of meaningless answer is that?"
Her soft eyes grew hard, "I told you I CAN'T!!!!!"
Ready to snap back, Mamoru opened his mouth, only to hear a screech along the narrow street. He looked up to see a flaming Toyota Corolla. It suddenly hit him, what if someone was on the road then???....
Mamoru turned back to the woman, her eyes pale, and sunny-blue concentrated on the road. He wandered aimlessly back to his car... Weren't her eyes maroon?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 2001