Trouble With Chibi

Chapter 2: Usagi Verses the Evil Timer

Author's Comments

Torturing Usagi is fun!......hehe. Well nothing much to say about this one, except Usagi hasn't found out Mamoru's secret yet, and is still having trouble getting pregnant. Not that Mamoru hasn't wanted to tell her, its just very hard for him to.

Like I said last time I don't own Sailor Moon, but some characters that I made up will more than likely enter this story. I'll fill you in on them as the story goes. I hope everyone likes it. Be sure to review and tell me what you think or how I can improve it. Well on with the story.

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One month had passed since her first pregnancy test, and today she would be taking yet another one. They had been way more active in the bedroom this week. This time she would surely be pregnant.

Usagi once again pulled the stick from the box and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later she came back out with her trusty timer in hand. As usual, Usagi went into the living room to begin her waiting.

She hated that part, but she was getting better at it. She had been doing this every week since September, and now it was like a ritual for her. Every time the results were the same and every time she was crushed.

Usagi couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time getting pregnant. She had done the calculations right. Ok, well maybe she hadn't done them, but Ami had, and she was always right with her calculations. Besides that, Usagi had seen the future, and she knew Chibi-Usa's birthday was the same as hers so it had to happen soon because it was the begining of October. She didn't want to think about what might be the result if Chibi-Usa wasn't born.

By this point Usagi began to get impatient and looked down at the timer. Three minutes had passed while she had been thinking to herself, and she had managed to sit still for most of it. All and all this was a good record for her, but she wasn't satisfied about how things always seemed to slow to a crawl every time she sat down to wait. Surely this had to be the work of some evil beings who's ultimate goal in life was to make her miserable. There was no other explaination for it. Surely it wasn't possible for time to normally go this slow.

"As a champion of love and justice I must punish these evil ones! Come on do your worst, I'm ready for you!" yelled Usagi as she stood up from the couch and made a pose. She began to slowly walk around the coffee table while looking at the timer daring it to slow things even further.

Usagi then dropped down onto her knees, so that she was looking at the backside of the timer. She leaned in close and put her nose on the coffee table still staring intensely at it.

Suddenly she heard a honk from a near-by car as it drove by. This startled Usagi and she flew backwards. She landed hard on the floor while managing to kick the coffee table with her foot, which caused it to land on the couch. This had made the timer fly up into the air and hit the back of the couch hard. As soon as it hit, it bounced back towards Usagi's direction.

"Ding," the timer went as it came to rest on the top of her head.

"Ouch," Usagi whimpered as she laid sprawled out on the living room floor. As she lay there sniffling as she said, "I don't like that timer."

Usagi slowly rose to her feet. She rubbed the bump on her head and looked down at the evil thing resting at her feet. Usagi brought her foot back and kicked it hard and sent it sailing across the room.

Usagi let out a yelp, and began to hop up and down holding her foot. She had forgotten that was the sore one which had kicked the coffee table just moments earlier.

Soon her hopping began to get out of control and she managed to hop into the chair beside the couch. This sent her and the chair toppling over backwards.

She climbed up off the floor and limped her way to the bathroom while she slouched over and held her aching back.

Usagi made her way down the hall when she some how managed to step on the hallway rug wrong, which caused it to slide across the wooden floor and slip out from under her feet. She hit the ground with a thud as she fell down right in front of the bathroom door.

"Everything is out to get me," she whined as she lay sprawled out on the floor. She lifted herself onto her hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way into the bathroom. A moment went by and all was silent, but soon Usagi's crying could be heard from inside.

It was later that afternoon when Usagi began to wander all over the house looking through the nooks and crannies of the living room.

"Where did I leave it?" Usagi asked herself as she contiuned searching for it. "The recipe says the soufflé needs to cook for forty-five minutes, but I know I'll forget if I don't set the timer."

Several minutes had passed before for she finally found what she had been searching for. It had looked a little beat up from her earlier episode. She shook it and it made a weird jingling noise. Usagi tried to turn the knob only to find that it wouldn't budge.

"Come on you stupid timer," she said as she began wrestling with it trying to force the knob to turn, and while doing this she some how ended up on the floor.

Usagi stood up and began frantically jumping up and down on the evil contraption.

After she thought it was punished appropriately she bent over and picked it up. Usagi tried to turn the knob once more, and this time, to her surprise, it turned easily. She set the timer accordingly, and went to go watch her favorite TV show.

By the time her show was over, the timer still had not gone off. However, Usagi did not give this a second thought and continued to watch TV. Halfway through her second show she began to smell something strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on what the smell was, so she sat there for a few minutes playing 'guess that smell'. Finally she realized it was her soufflé burning in the oven. She quickly jumped up from the couch which almost made her loose her footing. However, with much waving of the arms she was able to remain upright, and trotted off into the kitchen.

Usagi turned off the oven. Then she opened it and pulled her concoction out. She set it on the counter and became teary-eyed at the sight of it. It was badly burnt and misshapen; it looked nothing like the one in the picture. Mamoru would be home soon, and she had ruined dinner once again. "I can't get pregnant, and I can't cook. I'm an awful wife. What does Mamoru see in me?" she thought to herself as she sank onto the floor. Usagi brought her knees up to her chest and began hugging them as she cried.

Moments later she heard the click of the front door as it opened. Mamoru was home from work. Usagi didn't want him to know that she had been crying because she saw the pain and sadness in his eyes every time he had come home to her crying. She dried her eyes, stood up, and looked at the soufflé on the counter. She had been crying the whole time, and now it was too late to try to prepare another meal or salvage this one. Usagi decided to make the best of it and picked it up. She then put a big smile on her face and walked out into the living room where Mamoru stood waiting.

"Welcome home Mamo-chan. I made dinner," Usagi said as she held out the burnt soufflé for him to inspect.

Mamoru started to lean in to kiss her when he noticed the burnt and mysterious thing in her hands. He quickly backed away and began to stare at it with an expression of terror on his face. It looked disgusting. Within seconds the aroma of it had drifted to him. He quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth. He felt like he needed to vomit. It smelled as bad just as it looked, which meant it probably tasted even worse. Mamoru looked up at Usagi's smiling face and noticed that her eyes were red and puffy. He knew she had been crying again.

"I tried my best today," Usagi said with a big smile on her face. "I know it doesn't quite look like it did in the picture, but it's made with love, so I'm sure it tastes twice as good."

"I'm sure its delicious," he said lowering his hand and forcing a smile to his face as he tried not to send his lunch flying onto the woman before him.

Usagi glanced at the calendar on the wall beside her, which reminded her of what little time she had left to get pregnant. Tears began to fill her eyes, but she held them back. She quickly tried to think of another subject. A red circle on the calendar soon caught her attention. It was around October 4th, which was their wedding anniversary and it happen to be tomorrow. She had been so preoccupied with getting pregnant she had forgotten about it.

"Its our one year anniversary tomorrow Mamo-chan, what would you like to do?" asked Usagi.

"So it is," Mamoru said as he stared at the soufflé in disgust. "How about we go out to eat tomorrow."

"That sounds good," Usagi replied. "I'll make reservations."

Later that night, Usagi lay in bed awake. She turned to look at Mamoru, he was sound asleep. She began to think how wonderful it would have been to have surprised Mamoru with the news that he was going to be a father on a wonderful day, such as tomorrow, but she just couldn't get pregnant. Now she would have to find a different present for him. Usagi stared at the bedroom ceiling as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She wondered why she wasn't having much success at it. She had tried all the old wives tales, but none of them had seemed to work. What was wrong with her?

She thought to herself, "Perhaps I just need professional help. Maybe then I will finally be able to get pregnant. I know, I will go see a doctor tomorrow. That will be my present to Mamoru." Upon that decision Usagi drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her face, thinking about what Mamoru might have gotten her.