Chapter 01 – Discovering Fanfiction.net

Lookie everyone!! It's a story within a story! Eh? What's this Usagi's on a COMPUTER? Oh no Usagi! Go back. Back!! You'll never be the same again!! No!! Anti-Usagi ppl may like this… somewhat Usa bashing.

(…) Usagi breaking from the story to put in her own thoughts or what she would do because of the story.

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Usagi was bored.

Scratch that, she was extremely bored. So bored she had taken to watching a fly. A fly minna. How pathetic was that?

She sighed, this is the song that never ends... Yes this goes on and on my friends.. This is the song that never ends

An eternity later…

After singing the song for an hour, Usagi found she was tired of singing it (a.n. ::sweatsdrops:: I wonder of her sanity at the moment), she glanced about the room.

A gleam of metallic aqua blue caught her eye.

Usagi glanced curiously at the object sitting innocently on the desk. Which, to Usagi's mind, screamed play with me! Cause trouble! Looking around she checked if anyone was peeping. She grinned, no ones around.

Cautiously she walked toward it, afraid that someone would pop out of nowhere and surprise her.  Like what would usually happen when you seemed to be doing something forbidden. She turned on the efficient everything computer, listening to the light beeping and the hum of the Internet being accessed.

Thoughtfully, she checked for any stories to read.

First, it was Sailor Moon. Connecting to the link of the site, Usagi giggled, she had to admit this Naoko Takeuchi lady could draw her beautifully.

Finding looking at herself tedious, she went to the search engine. Frankly, she was disgusted by the Mamo-chans! Her "character" in Sailor Moon gushed at the cold-hearted man. It was ridiculous! She would never go out with him. He wasn't her type at all. Wondering if the anime had any fans and stories, she typed:

Keyword: Fanfics

WHAT!!

Usagi had stumbled on a website.

Fanfiction.net (an: bad move Usa-chan, that is bad for her, good for us!)

Under her own volition, she clicked on the unsuspecting link. She watched wide-eyed to see a subsection under 'Anime' devoted entirely to Sailor Moon. Her eyes widened as she skimmed through it, then wrinkled in disgust at all the love stories of her and Mamoru. 'Yuck, she thought in dismay, who would want to be with that baka?'

Intensely horrified at that section she hits the back button.

She gave a sigh of relief. Freedom.

How would anyone in their right mind feel soul mated to a boring, stuck up, upperclassmen book worm? He teased her a lot for her to even like him.

Curiously, she went to the Misc section wondering what that was, thinking if anyone was missing anything. (an: ::sweatdrops::) Her eyes blinked in delight at the words, Sailormoon Crossovers.

Immediately she clicked to the subsection. Her eyes, again, shone with delight, giggling in happiness. She never would have thought that someone would write love stories of her with someone. Especially since those someone's she knew were so HOT. She daydreamed of Nakago, Kenshin, Aushii, Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, Vash, Hiiro, Ran, Squall, and all the other Bishies that lived in her world.

It really was weird.

The 'anime characters' knew they weren't real, that they merely existed for the enjoyments of those who lived in the 'real world,' or so Ami had put it. The idiotic thing was: WHAT WERE THEY DOING ALIVE IN THERE OWN WORLD THEN?

The stupidity of it all.

Honestly, she couldn't help but wonder if Kami had his head screwed on loose for creating their world. Nah, she thought, he's probably delirious from air depravation from residing at the Look Out. You would think they'd learn after a century later.

::Sighs::

She now wanted to marry this computer. Ami had acquired a special dimensional Internet access that allowed her work and statistics to collaborate with other dimensions. So, so lucky.

How she'd love the freedom of reading every single story, it was so intriguing and cool to find something written about you. But the thought of getting caught… her cheeks flamed, oh the humiliation she'd go through. No one would let her live it down, especially Rei.

If anyone found out what she was doing…

Her cheeks flamed, again, glancing about, fearing misfortune.

No one was around.

She dragged the mouse to the exit box.

Hesitating, Usagi bit her lip, gnawing on it lightly, 'fine, I'll just read one.'

Ooh… This looked good.

Daydreaming - Usa-fangirl

It was a regular day for Usagi, till something happens that changed the course of her life. Just who is this person that came so quickly? It's not Mamo-baka, that's for sure. Hope you enjoy!

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            A teenager about the age of 14 skipped merrily through the streets, humming a tune, albeit a bit off key. She carelessly wove her way around the sidewalk, passing pedestrians, as she turns toward the corner that would lead her to the Hikawa shrine she tripped on an invisible crack, having her let out an inhuman shriek and a fall that left dust to cover the air around her. (Is that possible? why would their be dirt on a sidewalk? ^^)

She coughed a bit, unable to see, the swirls in her eyes still there. She glanced around, noticing the silence and the familiar creaking of crickets. She blushed, heavily embarrassed as all commotion stopped and stared at her, as if she was insane—which she told herself vehemently that she was not, though she would wonder. ^^"

(Usagi paused in her reading. She wasn't that bad—Okay, maybe she was, but she had been fourteen then! A few years had passed and she had gotten over the clumsy phase. Only falling on real cracks. It didn't matter that they still happened everyday, what mattered was that she really fell on real cracks… Really… she looked to make sure.

A bit annoyed at this… this… author, she continued to read. Next time, she thought savagely, images of hexing the author, she would think twice before clicking on a title that sounded nice, WITH a summary that said Mamo-baka wouldn't be in it, and who cares if the story was titled with her favorite thing to do. )

Usagi failed to see the sign and crashed into the post, trembling like she was inside a bell as it gonged.

Still having trouble from keeping the world from shaking, Usagi shook her head, her tail (hair) whipping violently about her.

People backed away from the pretty but scary girl. First, she had gone 'kirsplat' on the sidewalk, accumulating a cloud of dust—how she did that they didn't know, the sidewalk was actually clean—and then she got up like it was nothing at all. She had walked away, her eyes strange as it swirled, and then she went into another accident. She hit her forehead smack dab on the stop sign. There was a little dent mark on her head left from the rectangular post.

(Usagi seethed. It had only happened ONCE! And NO ONE saw her mishap.)

If the girl hadn't screamed like she had her head bitten off, everyone would have laughed at the spectacle but the girl was screaming. Screaming like some horrifying banshee that would ensnare them into her unlucky web of accidents. I mean really, how was it possible to get hurt on the same sidewalk? It was only a block long!

(Usagi's left eye twitched…)

The girl really had to be cursed with misfortune and everyone feared laughing lest they catch her curse too.

The audience quickly scampered away.

The world finally stopped spinning and Usagi was able to see the stupid blaringly red stop sign. She glared, sticking her tongue out and pulled her lower eyelid down. "Nyaa!" Usagi, realizing what she was doing, stopped in her act, VERY embarrassed that she was… acting so childish with an inanimate object. Usagi quickly looked around. 'Whew… No one saw that.'

[Luckily for her, the witnesses of the last two 'accidents' were long gone, safely deeming the sidewalk a hazard.]

Usagi sighed. She really had to grow up. Was it her fault she had the inexplicable urge to act childishly? There WERE times she wanted to be intelligent and mature, felt the need to be as such, but then, all of a sudden, that thought would snap like a twig and the next thing she knew she was wailing her vocals off. It was really strange…

(Usagi paused; the thought had its merits… There were times she felt this way. Maybe she had to rethink her theory about Animes living in their world and acting on their own free will. She had to go check this Naoko Takeuchi person out and find out what her deal was. ^^)

She dusted herself off for the second time in five minutes. It was lucky she wasn't wearing white. She ought to consider going brown. It would help hide the dirt marks that would stay whenever she met the ground. Usagi looked at her tiny wristwatch, which, miraculously, wasn't broken despite all it had gone through, and she suddenly convulsed into an earsplitting shriek. "Rei's gonna kill me!" As if her skirt was on fire, [that may hold truth] Usagi tornadoed her way to the shrine disturbing cars, birds, and humans alike.

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Done for now… How'd you like it? Please Review.

TBC

Usagi glared at the story. That was it? That itty bitty chapter that she already KNEW and experienced? It was nice, she liked those baffling thoughts the Usagi in the story felt. She felt it too. Still, she didn't like how the author seemed to be ridiculing her…

Then, to Usagi's embarrassment, she noticed the arrow that indicated the next chapter. Should she continue to read?

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That was it.

If you think about it… there was a satirical point to this chapter (and so will the following chapters after it). About how authors can sometimes over manipulate a character, more often than not destroying the characters essence. I may have exaggerated Usagi's character in the story but it was through the 'author's' manipulation. I just wanted to point out that if the OOCness of a character got too much, people may find the character distasteful. In this case, I over exaggerated Usagi, and perhaps a few others (in the future chapters), weak points. Not many people seem to picture the girl's personality as a basket case as opposed to her all caring and compassionate one. I know I love Usagi and she will always be my fave but I'm starting to dislike how people exaggerate her role and make her into something she can't possibly be… not unless she went through such turmoil/work to be that role.

If you thought I was mocking Usagi, I wasn't. I had let the 'real' Usagi's input throughout the story. As I said, there could have been a reason why Usagi was the way she is… because of an authors influence… she could be that way or she couldn't, it's all up to the readers point of view. I won't presume to know what Usagi really is like, I have variations of personality styles when it pertains to her character, but no one can no but the true author: the almighty Naoko Takeuchi. Is it possible for a person to be like Usagi?

I'm not very sure if I correctly portrayed the Authors, I believe this is the essence they could really be. It's so funny… I had planned this as a, hopefully funny, romance story but it amounted to this… I appreciate you all who have read this story and are incredibly grateful or very surprised that you had come this far down to the author's notes… it was terribly long, ne?

As I said… rate it, tell me what you THINK…

Luv ya'll lots

Much alohas

~Blaze