Usagi is not a Whiney Cry-baby!
Kurisutaru
kurisutaru_faithful@hotmail.com
http://fly.to/kuris-chan/
Chapter 5/5
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool to make a Live Sailor Moon Action show?!?!... No
wait, it's been done!!! *screeches in horror* NOOOO!!!
*props* to the song The old woman that swallowed a fly. -- trust me on this
one...
;P
21-10-03
Hmm.. well yes... bHWHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I'm finally done!!!!!!!! You can't do
anything to me now!!! *crickets chirp* right, not that anyone cared...
anyways... enjoy the last chapter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Um… Well, you see, Usagi, I've loved you since the moment we collided into each
other's lives."
Mamoru slammed his fist into the wall, dangerously shaking the mirror that was hung
nearby. No, it wouldn't work! Certainly confessing such a realization would be like telling Usagi her cat could talk! No, no, it wouldn't work. How could he tell her? Better yet, how could he tell her the truth about his initial intentions?! Mamoru wrestled with the question of how to get Usagi to understand his current feelings.
Love for Usagi.
It was an interestingly foreign idea. The concept of love was a concept that hadn't entered Mamoru's mind since, well, ever. As one might expect, growing up a loner in an orphanage certainly had its damping effects. Not to mention Motoki, who had done an excellent job of scaring any thoughts of a girlfriend straight out of Mamoru's head.
Ah, yes. Motoki and his brilliant idea for money. Yes, Motoki's behaviour back then could be forgiven; after all, they were only in junior high at the time. Motoki's wonderful plan for money was to sell themselves off as dates. Yes, *that* was Motoki's superb idea. It had been during his wilder days, and at the time Mamoru would follow along, never caring for the consequences. Boy, were there consequences.
It was no secret that Motoki was the fun pretty boy at the school. If girls didn't like his carefree behaviour, then they fell for his sweet charismatic charm. Mamoru, at the time, had been as studious as ever, and girls that didn't go for Motoki were almost magnetically pulled to Mamoru. Mamoru had been the polar opposite of Motoki. Perhaps that was the reason why they had gotten along so well, for some say opposites attract.
Ah, the great combination of dark, mysterious, quiet, and smart with lively, charming, and cute. The moment Motoki managed to convince Mamoru to join in his plan to raise money for the car they had been talking about, girls from all over lined up for a piece of the action.
The rules had been simple: always double date, and never go into a bedroom or anything close to one! Falling in love wasn't on either of their agendas at the time. Therefore, love was never an issue, whether it was present or not.
However, that's what did it for Mamoru. He couldn't, wouldn't understand why girls would want to pay boys to be their dates. Wasn't it all about becoming close and falling in love? Motoki had attempted to reassure Mamoru that as long as this as a game, it was all okay. Motoki never talked about the girls that seemed seriously in love.
Some girls were obsessive. They began to see the boys as their property. Just like any good old-fashioned manga, these girls attacked each other to protect what they thought was theirs or open property. Mamoru was disgusted by the term "open property." All that led Mamoru to believe that love wasn't real; it was a facade put on by humans to make themselves feel good.
It was true, then, he was no better than those girls...
Yet, love was so much more than that facade. Sure, sometimes it may start as a facade, or something you conform to in order make yourself feel fine. Yet love wasn't something that could be described generally. Mamoru realized now that love is something that could only be.
Only with Usagi could he simply be.
Mamoru stuck his head under the raging bathroom sink. The water fell across his face, through his hair, into his pores. It was calming; the water washed away all the confusion. So, when he turned off the tap and faced the now stilled mirror, he knew exactly what to say – no, what to do.
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Usagi hadn't heard from, been challenged by, or been emotionally confused by Mamoru Chiba in over three weeks. With that, Usagi felt her reasons for carrying on as 'the new Usagi' crumble. Truly, over the days Mamoru had been beside her, no matter how annoying or embarrassing he had been, Usagi found that she had really fallen for him. It wasn't like the earlier entries in her pink book. It was being. Usagi couldn't even write it in her book anymore. This was being without Mamoru, and in return she had given up on being something she wasn't. She came to terms with the fact that she was herself, no other. So what if she cried more than others? Dammit, crying was cool!
Usagi led herself to this conclusion when Mamoru didn't look for her anymore. She tried to seek him out herself, but even Motoki had no idea where Mamoru was. Usagi literally felt her heart crumble into pieces like dust only to be blown away. Usagi had never cried so much before. Usagi had never let it NOT matter before.
Through the many days of crying and dealing with Rei's cruel 'I told you so's' Usagi realized that none of it hurt anymore. Usagi could see that Rei was looking out for her in the way she knew best. Rei knew tough love, and this was her way of protecting Usagi. Weird, yeah it was weird. Yet, Usagi finally understood that. Also, the others began to see Usagi in a different light. Though Usagi had accepted her cry baby ways, they saw the serene part of her. She didn't seem to whine so much anymore, and when she did it was light and somewhat humorous, never anything positively agitating.
Self-confidence built up within her, and the confidence was returned by those around her. Suddenly, it was okay to be a whiney cry baby. Usagi finally understood that she never had to prove her maturity to anyone. Instead she could say to others, "So what if I am a whiney cry baby?"
Triumph, at last.
Usagi smiled like there was no tomorrow when Motoki placed the chocolate malt in front of her.
"Here you go, Usagi, would you like anything else?" Motoki asked with a smile.
"Hahaha, not unless you can get me a Mamo-baka. Where has that guy been?" Usagi mumbled through the straw.
Motoki smiled again. "I'm not sure about that one, let me check the back." And with a wink and a flurry of an apron, Motoki disappeared.
Usagi rolled her eyes as Motoki used her question as another stupid excuse to sit in the back and do nothing. She happily continued to slurp away at her malt.
*Slurp, slurp, burp? Choke?!*
Usagi hacked up the stuff that had gone down the wrong tube. Man, was it a LOUD hack. It sounded like a hack that would only be done by the old woman that swallowed the cow to catch the goat, that swallowed the goat to catch the dog, that swallowed the dog to catch the cat, that swallowed the cat to catch the bird, that swallowed the bird to catch the spider, that swallowed the...
Anyway, Usagi finished with a wheeze and a loud, whiney wail of "Why me?"
"Nice and loud as usual, Odango?"
Usagi whipped her head around toward the deep voice that vibrated down to the very blood cells that filtered through her heart, causing it to flutter uncontrollably.
"Mamo-baka!" she exclaimed in a half cheer, half curse.
"Looks like you lost the challenge. I knew you couldn't hold up. It was only a matter of time before I'd be able to break you down. For all you really are is a whiney cry baby." His eyes coolly glanced to hers.
"You ASS!" Usagi yelled while she shoved her fist to his face. Wait no, not her fist; rather her whole body was hurdled to him. Whoa, a full on tackle?!
Sweet.
It was very sweet. Mamoru had been 'braced for impact,' so now his long arms were curled around her in a careful manner. His eyes shut and his head was titled slightly back to savour the bliss. Usagi's legs had even dangled off the ground for a few moments. It didn't matter what time was doing around them. Motoki returned from the back and smiled at the two. Rei and the other girls just happened to waltz into the arcade at that point. Rei, for once, had a soft smile on her face as she quickly diverted the others' attention away from the couple. Rei was glad that Usagi could finally see the strength in herself, there was no reason to keep sabotaging her anymore.
"I lost too, Usagi." Mamoru actually sighed.
Usagi whispered in return, "I know."
They continued to hold each other until they were ready to face the world...
Together, of course.
The End.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So... Yeah.... umm.. ^^"' what do you think!??!?!...
I really didn't want to end it off with the Usual kiss then confession -- unlike
my other works, which most of them did it as a kind of parody... LOL.. okay..
maybe only I got it..... BHWAHAHHA....
yes yes.. email!! email!!
Kurisutaru
kurisutaru_faithful@hotmail.com
http://fly.to/kuris-chan/
Chapter 5/5
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be cool to make a Live Sailor Moon Action show?!?!... No
wait, it's been done!!! *screeches in horror* NOOOO!!!
*props* to the song The old woman that swallowed a fly. -- trust me on this
one...
;P
21-10-03
Hmm.. well yes... bHWHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA I'm finally done!!!!!!!! You can't do
anything to me now!!! *crickets chirp* right, not that anyone cared...
anyways... enjoy the last chapter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Um… Well, you see, Usagi, I've loved you since the moment we collided into each
other's lives."
Mamoru slammed his fist into the wall, dangerously shaking the mirror that was hung
nearby. No, it wouldn't work! Certainly confessing such a realization would be like telling Usagi her cat could talk! No, no, it wouldn't work. How could he tell her? Better yet, how could he tell her the truth about his initial intentions?! Mamoru wrestled with the question of how to get Usagi to understand his current feelings.
Love for Usagi.
It was an interestingly foreign idea. The concept of love was a concept that hadn't entered Mamoru's mind since, well, ever. As one might expect, growing up a loner in an orphanage certainly had its damping effects. Not to mention Motoki, who had done an excellent job of scaring any thoughts of a girlfriend straight out of Mamoru's head.
Ah, yes. Motoki and his brilliant idea for money. Yes, Motoki's behaviour back then could be forgiven; after all, they were only in junior high at the time. Motoki's wonderful plan for money was to sell themselves off as dates. Yes, *that* was Motoki's superb idea. It had been during his wilder days, and at the time Mamoru would follow along, never caring for the consequences. Boy, were there consequences.
It was no secret that Motoki was the fun pretty boy at the school. If girls didn't like his carefree behaviour, then they fell for his sweet charismatic charm. Mamoru, at the time, had been as studious as ever, and girls that didn't go for Motoki were almost magnetically pulled to Mamoru. Mamoru had been the polar opposite of Motoki. Perhaps that was the reason why they had gotten along so well, for some say opposites attract.
Ah, the great combination of dark, mysterious, quiet, and smart with lively, charming, and cute. The moment Motoki managed to convince Mamoru to join in his plan to raise money for the car they had been talking about, girls from all over lined up for a piece of the action.
The rules had been simple: always double date, and never go into a bedroom or anything close to one! Falling in love wasn't on either of their agendas at the time. Therefore, love was never an issue, whether it was present or not.
However, that's what did it for Mamoru. He couldn't, wouldn't understand why girls would want to pay boys to be their dates. Wasn't it all about becoming close and falling in love? Motoki had attempted to reassure Mamoru that as long as this as a game, it was all okay. Motoki never talked about the girls that seemed seriously in love.
Some girls were obsessive. They began to see the boys as their property. Just like any good old-fashioned manga, these girls attacked each other to protect what they thought was theirs or open property. Mamoru was disgusted by the term "open property." All that led Mamoru to believe that love wasn't real; it was a facade put on by humans to make themselves feel good.
It was true, then, he was no better than those girls...
Yet, love was so much more than that facade. Sure, sometimes it may start as a facade, or something you conform to in order make yourself feel fine. Yet love wasn't something that could be described generally. Mamoru realized now that love is something that could only be.
Only with Usagi could he simply be.
Mamoru stuck his head under the raging bathroom sink. The water fell across his face, through his hair, into his pores. It was calming; the water washed away all the confusion. So, when he turned off the tap and faced the now stilled mirror, he knew exactly what to say – no, what to do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi hadn't heard from, been challenged by, or been emotionally confused by Mamoru Chiba in over three weeks. With that, Usagi felt her reasons for carrying on as 'the new Usagi' crumble. Truly, over the days Mamoru had been beside her, no matter how annoying or embarrassing he had been, Usagi found that she had really fallen for him. It wasn't like the earlier entries in her pink book. It was being. Usagi couldn't even write it in her book anymore. This was being without Mamoru, and in return she had given up on being something she wasn't. She came to terms with the fact that she was herself, no other. So what if she cried more than others? Dammit, crying was cool!
Usagi led herself to this conclusion when Mamoru didn't look for her anymore. She tried to seek him out herself, but even Motoki had no idea where Mamoru was. Usagi literally felt her heart crumble into pieces like dust only to be blown away. Usagi had never cried so much before. Usagi had never let it NOT matter before.
Through the many days of crying and dealing with Rei's cruel 'I told you so's' Usagi realized that none of it hurt anymore. Usagi could see that Rei was looking out for her in the way she knew best. Rei knew tough love, and this was her way of protecting Usagi. Weird, yeah it was weird. Yet, Usagi finally understood that. Also, the others began to see Usagi in a different light. Though Usagi had accepted her cry baby ways, they saw the serene part of her. She didn't seem to whine so much anymore, and when she did it was light and somewhat humorous, never anything positively agitating.
Self-confidence built up within her, and the confidence was returned by those around her. Suddenly, it was okay to be a whiney cry baby. Usagi finally understood that she never had to prove her maturity to anyone. Instead she could say to others, "So what if I am a whiney cry baby?"
Triumph, at last.
Usagi smiled like there was no tomorrow when Motoki placed the chocolate malt in front of her.
"Here you go, Usagi, would you like anything else?" Motoki asked with a smile.
"Hahaha, not unless you can get me a Mamo-baka. Where has that guy been?" Usagi mumbled through the straw.
Motoki smiled again. "I'm not sure about that one, let me check the back." And with a wink and a flurry of an apron, Motoki disappeared.
Usagi rolled her eyes as Motoki used her question as another stupid excuse to sit in the back and do nothing. She happily continued to slurp away at her malt.
*Slurp, slurp, burp? Choke?!*
Usagi hacked up the stuff that had gone down the wrong tube. Man, was it a LOUD hack. It sounded like a hack that would only be done by the old woman that swallowed the cow to catch the goat, that swallowed the goat to catch the dog, that swallowed the dog to catch the cat, that swallowed the cat to catch the bird, that swallowed the bird to catch the spider, that swallowed the...
Anyway, Usagi finished with a wheeze and a loud, whiney wail of "Why me?"
"Nice and loud as usual, Odango?"
Usagi whipped her head around toward the deep voice that vibrated down to the very blood cells that filtered through her heart, causing it to flutter uncontrollably.
"Mamo-baka!" she exclaimed in a half cheer, half curse.
"Looks like you lost the challenge. I knew you couldn't hold up. It was only a matter of time before I'd be able to break you down. For all you really are is a whiney cry baby." His eyes coolly glanced to hers.
"You ASS!" Usagi yelled while she shoved her fist to his face. Wait no, not her fist; rather her whole body was hurdled to him. Whoa, a full on tackle?!
Sweet.
It was very sweet. Mamoru had been 'braced for impact,' so now his long arms were curled around her in a careful manner. His eyes shut and his head was titled slightly back to savour the bliss. Usagi's legs had even dangled off the ground for a few moments. It didn't matter what time was doing around them. Motoki returned from the back and smiled at the two. Rei and the other girls just happened to waltz into the arcade at that point. Rei, for once, had a soft smile on her face as she quickly diverted the others' attention away from the couple. Rei was glad that Usagi could finally see the strength in herself, there was no reason to keep sabotaging her anymore.
"I lost too, Usagi." Mamoru actually sighed.
Usagi whispered in return, "I know."
They continued to hold each other until they were ready to face the world...
Together, of course.
The End.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So... Yeah.... umm.. ^^"' what do you think!??!?!...
I really didn't want to end it off with the Usual kiss then confession -- unlike
my other works, which most of them did it as a kind of parody... LOL.. okay..
maybe only I got it..... BHWAHAHHA....
yes yes.. email!! email!!