Kurisutaru
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Maroon
Chapter 2
Editor: Silly Smiles
Disclaimer: Standard sir!
This chapter is in compensation for my *other* work... ^^"'
January 2003
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He was certainly up for the challenge. No man, no woman was to stop him from attempting
what he is to attempt now. In a hurry he clasped his hospital gown shut and ran for the exit.
"Chiba-san, what's the hurry?" The old doctor asked, as he walked slowly into the room
causing Mamoru to slowing back up in disappointment. Drat, he was discovered.
The doctor continued to talk, "Now, Chiba-san this is just a simple examination.
According to your records you haven't booked a physical in the last five years."
Mamoru understood how blissful those quiet five years were, without some guy that went
to medical school stabbing muscles, and jamming radioactive liquids down his throat.
Certainly he didn't do that with his doctrine!
The old doctor didn't waste his time with any comments, or remarks, and merely started,
"A nurse will be coming in to do some preliminary examinations, and preparing you for
some liquids needed for the scans. I'll be back in to examine the results." With that said,
the doctor turned 180 degrees and shuffled out the door leaving Mamoru to ponder how
inviting hurling himself out the forth story window had become.
Mamoru felt the pull of his hand drawn to the ledge of the window, swallowing he
pushed aside all rational thought as he attempted to draw the window open.
"If you're planning to jump out the window, by all means let me help you," a sweet voice
proclaimed sarcastically.
Mamoru whipped his head around, to find Usagi Tsukino holding a tray of "goodies"
smiling at his current predicament. She did a quick sweep of him, subtly, amazed at
what a hospital gown allowed one to see. He stared in awe, of all the nurses in the
building...
"Who'd ever thought I'd get you." She commented complementing the rest of Mamoru's
thoughts as he watched her place her tray on the rack and approached him with a needle.
Mamoru's eyes widened in fear, "Just what do you think you're doing with that?" He
had practically envisioned her to cackle evilly, hold up the needle to squirt some stuff
out for extra effect. Instead her mischievous smiling face melted into one of honest
concern.
"Relax," she breathed, "I'm only going to put some of this in your blood so we can
check for some illnesses that you can get." Usagi then smiled reassuringly, and took
Mamoru by the hand to get to a vein.
Her touch was surprisingly warm, unlike most of the hospital. She seemed to possess
this eternal peace about her, leaving Mamoru in a tranquil state as she injected the
contents of the needle into his bloodstream. Much like her touch, her voice was soft and
gentle, " There, all done. You can sit and relax now. I'll be coming back to bring you
into the examination room later."
Mamoru shook himself from his ego-degrading trance, coaching his icky feelings of the
scientific find she was. He glanced down at his shaking hand, remembering the feel of
her hand on his...
He racked his memory when had he known her?
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The examination was, to say the least, thorough. Mamoru was released with a clean bill
of health in the late afternoon. Rubbing his tense shoulder he decided perhaps it was
best to take a break the rest of the day. He thought back to Usagi, the mystery of the
moment. He imagined the height of his success being of an incredible scientific find of a
woman who could change the colour of her eyes, and more? Then he would finally get the
funding he had always wanted to continue his research. His eyes clouded over at the
thought of the research he longed to complete, breaking amnesia. He intended to crack the
secret to the workings of the mind and figure out how to free the memories trapped away in
the brain. However the science department found his research idea too ahead in its time,
and they rejected him. They told him, he cold run research on the workings of the brain, but
something like reviving memory was too advance and unstable to invest in. To them, it was
all an investment, but to him it was his life. He needed to know his past. He sighed, not
really wanting to believe that all he wanted to use Usagi for was to promote his research.
However, a woman that could somehow perhaps predict the future with the change of the
colour of her eyes were far to appealing. A horrible feeling sagged in his gut.
Usagi sailed across the hallways to deliver a tray to Mrs. King. One foot in front of the
other, and suddenly a vision sprang on her like a splash of cold water. It was a nice car
that was strangely familiar, driving down a busy Tokyo road. Usagi could smell a
deathly strong perfume, it belonged to a woman sitting in the passenger seat of the car.
She looked beautiful however the feelings felt were of anxiety, and annoyance. With a
flamboyant bounce she drooped over the driver like a heavy quilted blanket. Usagi
could feel the heartbeat of the driver accelerate, lungs becoming suffocated, and lastly
the driver's hands slip from the wheel. Right before the car slammed violently into the
next lane, the driver's head tilted back just enough for his eyes to meet the rear mirror.
The last image seen was the fear on his face and in his eyes of the rear mirror. Usagi
clutched her chest as she took in air heavily. She had recognized that face, as well as the
car, after all she saved this morning already. Usagi quickly dropped the tray off at the
desk, spud an excuse and let her sense guide her.
Left, another swift left, a sharp right. My GOD is that a curb?!
Usagi summersaulted her way to the oh-so-comfortable concrete. However she didn't reach
the ground. An arm of a savior had snaked its way around her small waist. Her savior
breathed in the floral scent of her hair and held her gently. What kind of perverted savior
would be sniffing her hair?! Even worse, it didn't feel icky at all! In fact, Usagi could
almost say she felt quite, at home in this horny man's arms.
After a few breaths, Usagi was able to collect the few sense and wits she had left to whip
around and confront her "savior". Of course none other than, Mamoru Chiba greeted her.
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Honestly, he couldn't explain the eccentric thoughts that ran around his poor brain like a
broken record that amazingly still had the ability to play over and over again. Mamoru
also couldn't, for the life of him, give any legitimate explanation as to why he would act
in such a manner. It wasn't decent or a very respectable gesture either. Although he
saved Usagi from a nasty intimate encounter with the sidewalk, he had no right to hold
her as he did now.
What he did know though, was his heart was beating stronger than ever before, and
a slight, previously denied, spark jumped around again. Before any rational
thoughts would recover his mind, Usagi jerked him off her like a rear-
ended collision. Her eyes turned alarmingly wide, Mamoru expected the worse.
"Mamoru!" She exclaimed. Mamoru winced as he saw a look of panic in
her eyes, did he scare her that much? "I was looking all over for you!" She
finished.
Mamoru tightly held his composure, but his mind was screaming. She
was looking for him?! A long forgotten part of him leaped at the opportunity to
childishly claim, 'of course!'
Usagi continued to explain her sudden appearance before him, what was that? Something
about a gut feeling? About him?
"Pardon? He asked
"Just trust me on this Chiba-san. Please don't drive today." She pleaded. Mamoru
practically snorted at her plea. With no scientific evidence, she comes to him again with
a wild accusation.
"Tell me, did some upper being just tell you this information?" He taunted.
Usagi was furious, the nerve of that man, she was trying to save his pathetic life! Yet,
she kept her anger in check, and found herself answering him honestly, despite all the
warning bells ringing in her head.
"No, I just... Feel these things. I don't know why I happen to feel what might happen to
you, but I know that whatever my gut tells me, its never wrong."
Mamoru cocked an eyebrow. His logical mind worked itself to death trying to argue
with that part of him that just, believed her. However it was his logical self that won the
argument, given that he trained it for the many years of his life, he decided he'd prove to
her just how harmless driving his car was.
"Come with me, Usagi-san. I'll show you that my driving is perfectly safe." He reached
out to grab her arm carefully. At the contact of her hands, the nostalgic feeling returned,
he held her hand tighter secretly hoping the feeling would never go away. He started to
take off, only to find Usagi resisting him.
"No! I refused to get into the vehicle, why can't you just trust me?!" She wailed. With
that Mamoru turned back to find her creased in worry, tears threatening to break from
its hold at the corners of her eyes. Mamoru's persistence quickly fled him in that moment.
"Lets take a walk instead," he said while leading her to a nearby mall.
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As Mamoru pulled her through the mall, Usagi attempted to gain control after her
outburst. She knew she was known to be emotional, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason
as to why she couldn't let Mamoru go. As ridiculous as it sounded, she as connected to
him. Mamoru suddenly halted, abruptly stopping the flow of her thoughts, in the middle
of a corridor filled with people pushing and shoving their way to the best sale. Usagi
found herself pressed to Mamoru's side. She was surprised at the ease and comfort she
felt as she fit comfortably to him. However she was even more surprised as Mamoru
instinctively pulled an arm around her to shield her from all the people bustling about.
He glanced down with a swirl of light in his eyes, "Are you okay Usagi?"
In the moment she smiled up at him in a radiance, "Thank you." She simply said. The
smile alone left Mamoru shaken. Something powerful lurched through him and he felt
his typically non-active heart flinch. Unconsciously he held on to her gaze longer, searching
the depths of the summer ocean irises. Blue, all blue. His thoughts returned to
the question that burned at the back of his mind, how ever did her eyes turn a dark
bleeding red?
Mamoru didn't get a chance to question her as he wanted to. A small white stuffed
bunny in the window of a shop had quickly occupied Usagi. Mamoru glanced at her
bright eyes longing for the rabbit in the window. He couldn't help but feel amused.
Usagi was enthralled by the bunny, it looked exactly like the bunny she once held in her
arms memories ago. A bunny that was part of her memories she couldn't remember
properly. Her mother had always told her that some things were meant to be forgotten.
However Usagi was stubborn, she couldn't let it go, for when she grasped whatever part
of the memory she had left, she was filled with a indescribable warmth. Without
realizing, Usagi pulled Mamoru into the store with her as she made her purchase.
Mamoru was so busy arguing with himself about what to do about Usagi that he didn't even
realize she had bought the bunny. Usagi held it in her arms like a loving mother,
her cheeks flushed with a tender love and her eyes filled with a hazy warmth. Mamoru
let loose a genuine grin, which had caught her by surprise.
"You know, you should smile like that more often. Rather then that grim line you call a
mouth." She teased grinning back.
The logical wheels in Mamoru's head turned in agreement with his unpredictable
feelings. Usagi was worth getting to know better. For research purposes, his mind added
in assurance, of course.
"For trying to help me, let me treat you to something to eat," he declared.
Usagi looked at him wide-eyed. Did he say food? "Sure," she chirped without thinking.
"Alright, lets put your bunny away in my car first, so you won't loose it." Mamoru
decided, pondering how many washes it would take to get something out of that pearl
coloured fur.
Usagi nodded and followed Mamoru through the department store at then south wing of
the mall. The department store was in its busiest hour filled with young girls shopping
with friends, and mothers buying things for their sons. They ploughed through the
perfume level, sales ladies spraying scents chaotically. Usagi had to shield her face
away from the persistent sales women as Mamoru continued pulling her through. It was
then that Usagi realized their hands never parted. A shiver of giddiness flooded her
senses and she found herself at ease to smile, with someone else by her. Mamoru sensed
Usagi's feelings and turned back with an honest, leisurely smile and pulled her closer to
him in attempt to save her from all the chaos.
The two finally reached the elevator down to the parking level. A lone strong perfume
lingered in the elevator car. The perfume had smelled alarmingly familiar, but Usagi
had just went through a mall of many scents, she decided that she couldn't distinguish
familiar scents from newly obtained ones. They reached Mamoru's car, she reached the
with her free hand to the door handle and opened the door. Usagi was greeted with a
loud, harsh, fast, excruciating pain -- she was hit with a bullet.
Everything blurred quickly around her, all too fast for her to react, all she could
comprehend was that she had been pushed into the seat the car started to move. It was then
it all came to her. This was her vision! The smells, sounds, the car! She was the woman
who leaps at Mamoru?!
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:) Happy WTF Day!!!!
*I'm a WAFFer..*grins*
kurisutaru_faithful@hotmail.com -- CHANGE OF EMAIL!!!!
Maroon
Chapter 2
Editor: Silly Smiles
Disclaimer: Standard sir!
This chapter is in compensation for my *other* work... ^^"'
January 2003
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was certainly up for the challenge. No man, no woman was to stop him from attempting
what he is to attempt now. In a hurry he clasped his hospital gown shut and ran for the exit.
"Chiba-san, what's the hurry?" The old doctor asked, as he walked slowly into the room
causing Mamoru to slowing back up in disappointment. Drat, he was discovered.
The doctor continued to talk, "Now, Chiba-san this is just a simple examination.
According to your records you haven't booked a physical in the last five years."
Mamoru understood how blissful those quiet five years were, without some guy that went
to medical school stabbing muscles, and jamming radioactive liquids down his throat.
Certainly he didn't do that with his doctrine!
The old doctor didn't waste his time with any comments, or remarks, and merely started,
"A nurse will be coming in to do some preliminary examinations, and preparing you for
some liquids needed for the scans. I'll be back in to examine the results." With that said,
the doctor turned 180 degrees and shuffled out the door leaving Mamoru to ponder how
inviting hurling himself out the forth story window had become.
Mamoru felt the pull of his hand drawn to the ledge of the window, swallowing he
pushed aside all rational thought as he attempted to draw the window open.
"If you're planning to jump out the window, by all means let me help you," a sweet voice
proclaimed sarcastically.
Mamoru whipped his head around, to find Usagi Tsukino holding a tray of "goodies"
smiling at his current predicament. She did a quick sweep of him, subtly, amazed at
what a hospital gown allowed one to see. He stared in awe, of all the nurses in the
building...
"Who'd ever thought I'd get you." She commented complementing the rest of Mamoru's
thoughts as he watched her place her tray on the rack and approached him with a needle.
Mamoru's eyes widened in fear, "Just what do you think you're doing with that?" He
had practically envisioned her to cackle evilly, hold up the needle to squirt some stuff
out for extra effect. Instead her mischievous smiling face melted into one of honest
concern.
"Relax," she breathed, "I'm only going to put some of this in your blood so we can
check for some illnesses that you can get." Usagi then smiled reassuringly, and took
Mamoru by the hand to get to a vein.
Her touch was surprisingly warm, unlike most of the hospital. She seemed to possess
this eternal peace about her, leaving Mamoru in a tranquil state as she injected the
contents of the needle into his bloodstream. Much like her touch, her voice was soft and
gentle, " There, all done. You can sit and relax now. I'll be coming back to bring you
into the examination room later."
Mamoru shook himself from his ego-degrading trance, coaching his icky feelings of the
scientific find she was. He glanced down at his shaking hand, remembering the feel of
her hand on his...
He racked his memory when had he known her?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The examination was, to say the least, thorough. Mamoru was released with a clean bill
of health in the late afternoon. Rubbing his tense shoulder he decided perhaps it was
best to take a break the rest of the day. He thought back to Usagi, the mystery of the
moment. He imagined the height of his success being of an incredible scientific find of a
woman who could change the colour of her eyes, and more? Then he would finally get the
funding he had always wanted to continue his research. His eyes clouded over at the
thought of the research he longed to complete, breaking amnesia. He intended to crack the
secret to the workings of the mind and figure out how to free the memories trapped away in
the brain. However the science department found his research idea too ahead in its time,
and they rejected him. They told him, he cold run research on the workings of the brain, but
something like reviving memory was too advance and unstable to invest in. To them, it was
all an investment, but to him it was his life. He needed to know his past. He sighed, not
really wanting to believe that all he wanted to use Usagi for was to promote his research.
However, a woman that could somehow perhaps predict the future with the change of the
colour of her eyes were far to appealing. A horrible feeling sagged in his gut.
Usagi sailed across the hallways to deliver a tray to Mrs. King. One foot in front of the
other, and suddenly a vision sprang on her like a splash of cold water. It was a nice car
that was strangely familiar, driving down a busy Tokyo road. Usagi could smell a
deathly strong perfume, it belonged to a woman sitting in the passenger seat of the car.
She looked beautiful however the feelings felt were of anxiety, and annoyance. With a
flamboyant bounce she drooped over the driver like a heavy quilted blanket. Usagi
could feel the heartbeat of the driver accelerate, lungs becoming suffocated, and lastly
the driver's hands slip from the wheel. Right before the car slammed violently into the
next lane, the driver's head tilted back just enough for his eyes to meet the rear mirror.
The last image seen was the fear on his face and in his eyes of the rear mirror. Usagi
clutched her chest as she took in air heavily. She had recognized that face, as well as the
car, after all she saved this morning already. Usagi quickly dropped the tray off at the
desk, spud an excuse and let her sense guide her.
Left, another swift left, a sharp right. My GOD is that a curb?!
Usagi summersaulted her way to the oh-so-comfortable concrete. However she didn't reach
the ground. An arm of a savior had snaked its way around her small waist. Her savior
breathed in the floral scent of her hair and held her gently. What kind of perverted savior
would be sniffing her hair?! Even worse, it didn't feel icky at all! In fact, Usagi could
almost say she felt quite, at home in this horny man's arms.
After a few breaths, Usagi was able to collect the few sense and wits she had left to whip
around and confront her "savior". Of course none other than, Mamoru Chiba greeted her.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Honestly, he couldn't explain the eccentric thoughts that ran around his poor brain like a
broken record that amazingly still had the ability to play over and over again. Mamoru
also couldn't, for the life of him, give any legitimate explanation as to why he would act
in such a manner. It wasn't decent or a very respectable gesture either. Although he
saved Usagi from a nasty intimate encounter with the sidewalk, he had no right to hold
her as he did now.
What he did know though, was his heart was beating stronger than ever before, and
a slight, previously denied, spark jumped around again. Before any rational
thoughts would recover his mind, Usagi jerked him off her like a rear-
ended collision. Her eyes turned alarmingly wide, Mamoru expected the worse.
"Mamoru!" She exclaimed. Mamoru winced as he saw a look of panic in
her eyes, did he scare her that much? "I was looking all over for you!" She
finished.
Mamoru tightly held his composure, but his mind was screaming. She
was looking for him?! A long forgotten part of him leaped at the opportunity to
childishly claim, 'of course!'
Usagi continued to explain her sudden appearance before him, what was that? Something
about a gut feeling? About him?
"Pardon? He asked
"Just trust me on this Chiba-san. Please don't drive today." She pleaded. Mamoru
practically snorted at her plea. With no scientific evidence, she comes to him again with
a wild accusation.
"Tell me, did some upper being just tell you this information?" He taunted.
Usagi was furious, the nerve of that man, she was trying to save his pathetic life! Yet,
she kept her anger in check, and found herself answering him honestly, despite all the
warning bells ringing in her head.
"No, I just... Feel these things. I don't know why I happen to feel what might happen to
you, but I know that whatever my gut tells me, its never wrong."
Mamoru cocked an eyebrow. His logical mind worked itself to death trying to argue
with that part of him that just, believed her. However it was his logical self that won the
argument, given that he trained it for the many years of his life, he decided he'd prove to
her just how harmless driving his car was.
"Come with me, Usagi-san. I'll show you that my driving is perfectly safe." He reached
out to grab her arm carefully. At the contact of her hands, the nostalgic feeling returned,
he held her hand tighter secretly hoping the feeling would never go away. He started to
take off, only to find Usagi resisting him.
"No! I refused to get into the vehicle, why can't you just trust me?!" She wailed. With
that Mamoru turned back to find her creased in worry, tears threatening to break from
its hold at the corners of her eyes. Mamoru's persistence quickly fled him in that moment.
"Lets take a walk instead," he said while leading her to a nearby mall.
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As Mamoru pulled her through the mall, Usagi attempted to gain control after her
outburst. She knew she was known to be emotional, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason
as to why she couldn't let Mamoru go. As ridiculous as it sounded, she as connected to
him. Mamoru suddenly halted, abruptly stopping the flow of her thoughts, in the middle
of a corridor filled with people pushing and shoving their way to the best sale. Usagi
found herself pressed to Mamoru's side. She was surprised at the ease and comfort she
felt as she fit comfortably to him. However she was even more surprised as Mamoru
instinctively pulled an arm around her to shield her from all the people bustling about.
He glanced down with a swirl of light in his eyes, "Are you okay Usagi?"
In the moment she smiled up at him in a radiance, "Thank you." She simply said. The
smile alone left Mamoru shaken. Something powerful lurched through him and he felt
his typically non-active heart flinch. Unconsciously he held on to her gaze longer, searching
the depths of the summer ocean irises. Blue, all blue. His thoughts returned to
the question that burned at the back of his mind, how ever did her eyes turn a dark
bleeding red?
Mamoru didn't get a chance to question her as he wanted to. A small white stuffed
bunny in the window of a shop had quickly occupied Usagi. Mamoru glanced at her
bright eyes longing for the rabbit in the window. He couldn't help but feel amused.
Usagi was enthralled by the bunny, it looked exactly like the bunny she once held in her
arms memories ago. A bunny that was part of her memories she couldn't remember
properly. Her mother had always told her that some things were meant to be forgotten.
However Usagi was stubborn, she couldn't let it go, for when she grasped whatever part
of the memory she had left, she was filled with a indescribable warmth. Without
realizing, Usagi pulled Mamoru into the store with her as she made her purchase.
Mamoru was so busy arguing with himself about what to do about Usagi that he didn't even
realize she had bought the bunny. Usagi held it in her arms like a loving mother,
her cheeks flushed with a tender love and her eyes filled with a hazy warmth. Mamoru
let loose a genuine grin, which had caught her by surprise.
"You know, you should smile like that more often. Rather then that grim line you call a
mouth." She teased grinning back.
The logical wheels in Mamoru's head turned in agreement with his unpredictable
feelings. Usagi was worth getting to know better. For research purposes, his mind added
in assurance, of course.
"For trying to help me, let me treat you to something to eat," he declared.
Usagi looked at him wide-eyed. Did he say food? "Sure," she chirped without thinking.
"Alright, lets put your bunny away in my car first, so you won't loose it." Mamoru
decided, pondering how many washes it would take to get something out of that pearl
coloured fur.
Usagi nodded and followed Mamoru through the department store at then south wing of
the mall. The department store was in its busiest hour filled with young girls shopping
with friends, and mothers buying things for their sons. They ploughed through the
perfume level, sales ladies spraying scents chaotically. Usagi had to shield her face
away from the persistent sales women as Mamoru continued pulling her through. It was
then that Usagi realized their hands never parted. A shiver of giddiness flooded her
senses and she found herself at ease to smile, with someone else by her. Mamoru sensed
Usagi's feelings and turned back with an honest, leisurely smile and pulled her closer to
him in attempt to save her from all the chaos.
The two finally reached the elevator down to the parking level. A lone strong perfume
lingered in the elevator car. The perfume had smelled alarmingly familiar, but Usagi
had just went through a mall of many scents, she decided that she couldn't distinguish
familiar scents from newly obtained ones. They reached Mamoru's car, she reached the
with her free hand to the door handle and opened the door. Usagi was greeted with a
loud, harsh, fast, excruciating pain -- she was hit with a bullet.
Everything blurred quickly around her, all too fast for her to react, all she could
comprehend was that she had been pushed into the seat the car started to move. It was then
it all came to her. This was her vision! The smells, sounds, the car! She was the woman
who leaps at Mamoru?!
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
:) Happy WTF Day!!!!
*I'm a WAFFer..*grins*