Trouble With Chibi
Chapter 1: The Test
*Author's Comments*
I've always wondered how the heck Chibi-Usa ended up with pink hair and red eyes since none of her parents have either, so I decided make up a story about how that came to be. The story takes place about five years after the fight with Galaxia ended, but before she becomes queen. However, Usagi and Mamoru are already married. In the manga it said Usagi had Chibi-Usa at the age of 22, in this chapter Usagi is 21, its early August.
Oh yes, not that I need to tell anybody this, but I don't own Sailor Moon. I really wish I did though. Some characters that I made up will more than likely enter this story, but I'll fill you in on them as the story goes. This is my first story I've put up for anyone to read, I hope everyone likes it. Be sure and review to tell me what you think. Well on with the story.
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"Today's the day," Usagi thought to herself as she removed a short thin stick from a box. She walked into the room in front of her and closed the door behind her.
With in a few seconds she emerged from the room. "Now all I have to do is wait," Usagi told herself. "It isn't that long. Just five minutes, then I will get to hear the news I've been waiting for. Five minutes... today is definitely the day. I can feel it."
Usagi stepped down the single step that lead into the living room. The step was much like the one at the front door where they placed their shoes. She made her way to the couch carrying a white kitchen timer that she had picked up from a near by shelf. Before taking a seat, she turned the knob to five minutes and placed the timer on the coffee table in front of her.
"Just five minutes, just five minutes, " Usagi began silently chanting to herself.
A few seconds went by and Usagi looked down at the timer impatiently. "It hasn't even been a minute yet," Usagi told herself with a look of disappointment on her face.
A few more seconds passed and Usagi glanced down again. She sighed and she returned her gaze to the wall in front of the couch. It still wasn't time. By time a full minute had passed Usagi was squirming around in her seat and tugging on her hair. Hopefully her eyes drifted towards the timer once more. "Only a minute has passed!" she told herself. "Five minutes seems like an eternity."
She stood up and began pacing in front of the couch. "How long can five minutes possibly take," she said to herself. She stopped and looked down to check to see if her waiting was over, but only thirty seconds had passed.
Usagi began pacing again, and a few seconds later she stood still once more; however, this time she wasn't stopping to look at the timer. She picked up a picture frame off the end table beside the couch and began to gaze at the picture that it held. It was of Usagi and Mamoru, a ten months ago, on their wedding day. "That day was perfect," Usagi said silently as she began admiring how beautiful she had looked in her wedding dress. She firmly pressed the glass encased momento to her chest as her mind began to drift further and further into the past. She spoke quietly, "Everyone was there. I was so happy and they were all so happy for me. I wish everyday could be like that day. Once I get the news I've been waiting for they will be, days filled with love and happiness."
Usagi slowly put the picture back in its place and began pacing once again. She stopped once again, crossed her fingers, and slowly looked down to the timer hoping her five minutes would soon be up. Yet only a minute and half had passed, adding up to a total of three minutes. "This thing must be broken," Usagi told herself as she plopped down hard onto the couch.
Soon Usagi was sitting upside down with her head hanging off the bottom of the couch, and her feet were hung over the back of it swinging back and forth impatiently. Her head had begun to grow red from all the blood rushing into it.
"DING!" the timer went as Usagi's five minutes were finally up. She quickly tried to jump up in her current position, but did it without much luck. She managed to have her feet roll forward and her body slide off the couch landing into a tangled mess on the floor.
She quickly untangled herself, stood up, and ran towards the bathroom at top speed, which caused her to forget the approaching step. Her body made a loud thud as she fell face first onto the floor.
"Waaaa!" Usagi began to bawl as she rubbed her nose.
The front door made a click as the knob was turned and it was pushed open. When the door opened Mamoru could be seen standing on the other side. He had come home from work early.
"What's wrong?" Mamoru asked Usagi as he entered the house.
"Your home already..." Usagi sniffled as she pouted. She pointed to the step and said, "I tripped."
"You always forget that's there," replied Mamoru as he walked toward her and helped her to her feet. "You must be more careful," he told his bride as he kissed her on the top of the head.
"I know, but I was in a hurry," Usagi told him.
"In a hurry? What for?" asked Mamoru.
"Oh my, I almost forgot!" she exclaimed as she broke free from her husband and ran into the bathroom.
A moment later, she remerged from the bathroom, teary-eyed and holding the stick. "I'm not pregnant," Usagi said sadly before she sank down to the hallway floor and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Usako..." Mamoru said as he dropped down and held the crying woman in his arms.
Later that night, Mamoru looked over where Usagi lay sleeping in bed beside him. Even in sleep she still looked heartbroken. It seemed she had forgotten what had happened a to her, just over five years ago. Seeing her disappointment hurt him, but telling her the truth would only hurt her more. He didn't want to have to relive the pain of losing his happy cheerful Usagi once again, but it eventually had to be done. Otherwise, she would just continue to torture herself like this, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He wasn't strong enough to go through that again, not yet, but soon he promised himself, soon he would tell her.
As he brushed a strand of hair from her face he thought to himself, "Hopefully I can gather up enough strength and courage to tell her, my poor Usako." He gently kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm around her, and silently drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 1: The Test
*Author's Comments*
I've always wondered how the heck Chibi-Usa ended up with pink hair and red eyes since none of her parents have either, so I decided make up a story about how that came to be. The story takes place about five years after the fight with Galaxia ended, but before she becomes queen. However, Usagi and Mamoru are already married. In the manga it said Usagi had Chibi-Usa at the age of 22, in this chapter Usagi is 21, its early August.
Oh yes, not that I need to tell anybody this, but I don't own Sailor Moon. I really wish I did though. Some characters that I made up will more than likely enter this story, but I'll fill you in on them as the story goes. This is my first story I've put up for anyone to read, I hope everyone likes it. Be sure and review to tell me what you think. Well on with the story.
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"Today's the day," Usagi thought to herself as she removed a short thin stick from a box. She walked into the room in front of her and closed the door behind her.
With in a few seconds she emerged from the room. "Now all I have to do is wait," Usagi told herself. "It isn't that long. Just five minutes, then I will get to hear the news I've been waiting for. Five minutes... today is definitely the day. I can feel it."
Usagi stepped down the single step that lead into the living room. The step was much like the one at the front door where they placed their shoes. She made her way to the couch carrying a white kitchen timer that she had picked up from a near by shelf. Before taking a seat, she turned the knob to five minutes and placed the timer on the coffee table in front of her.
"Just five minutes, just five minutes, " Usagi began silently chanting to herself.
A few seconds went by and Usagi looked down at the timer impatiently. "It hasn't even been a minute yet," Usagi told herself with a look of disappointment on her face.
A few more seconds passed and Usagi glanced down again. She sighed and she returned her gaze to the wall in front of the couch. It still wasn't time. By time a full minute had passed Usagi was squirming around in her seat and tugging on her hair. Hopefully her eyes drifted towards the timer once more. "Only a minute has passed!" she told herself. "Five minutes seems like an eternity."
She stood up and began pacing in front of the couch. "How long can five minutes possibly take," she said to herself. She stopped and looked down to check to see if her waiting was over, but only thirty seconds had passed.
Usagi began pacing again, and a few seconds later she stood still once more; however, this time she wasn't stopping to look at the timer. She picked up a picture frame off the end table beside the couch and began to gaze at the picture that it held. It was of Usagi and Mamoru, a ten months ago, on their wedding day. "That day was perfect," Usagi said silently as she began admiring how beautiful she had looked in her wedding dress. She firmly pressed the glass encased momento to her chest as her mind began to drift further and further into the past. She spoke quietly, "Everyone was there. I was so happy and they were all so happy for me. I wish everyday could be like that day. Once I get the news I've been waiting for they will be, days filled with love and happiness."
Usagi slowly put the picture back in its place and began pacing once again. She stopped once again, crossed her fingers, and slowly looked down to the timer hoping her five minutes would soon be up. Yet only a minute and half had passed, adding up to a total of three minutes. "This thing must be broken," Usagi told herself as she plopped down hard onto the couch.
Soon Usagi was sitting upside down with her head hanging off the bottom of the couch, and her feet were hung over the back of it swinging back and forth impatiently. Her head had begun to grow red from all the blood rushing into it.
"DING!" the timer went as Usagi's five minutes were finally up. She quickly tried to jump up in her current position, but did it without much luck. She managed to have her feet roll forward and her body slide off the couch landing into a tangled mess on the floor.
She quickly untangled herself, stood up, and ran towards the bathroom at top speed, which caused her to forget the approaching step. Her body made a loud thud as she fell face first onto the floor.
"Waaaa!" Usagi began to bawl as she rubbed her nose.
The front door made a click as the knob was turned and it was pushed open. When the door opened Mamoru could be seen standing on the other side. He had come home from work early.
"What's wrong?" Mamoru asked Usagi as he entered the house.
"Your home already..." Usagi sniffled as she pouted. She pointed to the step and said, "I tripped."
"You always forget that's there," replied Mamoru as he walked toward her and helped her to her feet. "You must be more careful," he told his bride as he kissed her on the top of the head.
"I know, but I was in a hurry," Usagi told him.
"In a hurry? What for?" asked Mamoru.
"Oh my, I almost forgot!" she exclaimed as she broke free from her husband and ran into the bathroom.
A moment later, she remerged from the bathroom, teary-eyed and holding the stick. "I'm not pregnant," Usagi said sadly before she sank down to the hallway floor and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Usako..." Mamoru said as he dropped down and held the crying woman in his arms.
Later that night, Mamoru looked over where Usagi lay sleeping in bed beside him. Even in sleep she still looked heartbroken. It seemed she had forgotten what had happened a to her, just over five years ago. Seeing her disappointment hurt him, but telling her the truth would only hurt her more. He didn't want to have to relive the pain of losing his happy cheerful Usagi once again, but it eventually had to be done. Otherwise, she would just continue to torture herself like this, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He wasn't strong enough to go through that again, not yet, but soon he promised himself, soon he would tell her.
As he brushed a strand of hair from her face he thought to himself, "Hopefully I can gather up enough strength and courage to tell her, my poor Usako." He gently kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm around her, and silently drifted off to sleep.