Trapped Together till Halloween
By Krysia
CHAPTER 2
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
Mamoru thought to himself as he stirred from sleep,
'Wow! My first good night sleep in ages. I must not
have dreamt of the princess last night.' His thoughts
trailed off, as he became aware that there was someone
pressed up against him……an unclothed someone. His
eyes shot open, only to have his vision filled with
blonde hair. He barely restrained himself from
exclaiming out loud. The girl next to him was not the
only one unclothed. Mamoru tried to move as far away
as possible from the girl and felt the cold metal
zipper pressed against his backside. He frantically
thought of what events occurred last night that
resulted in his current predicament.
'I was in the arcade talking to Motoki. Odango Atama
came in with her friends. They were celebrating
something. Motoki gave us all free shakes to
celebrate Odango doing well on an exam.' Mamoru's
thoughts were a little fuzzy and he noticed a slight
bitter taste in his mouth. 'I don't remember leaving
the arcade. Something must have been put in the
shakes….but we all had them….that must mean Motoki is
behind this.' Mamoru shifted angrily in the sleeping
bag. The girl next to him whimpered slightly in her
sleep and moved closer to him. Mamoru panicked and
tried to tuck her in as much as possible with the
excess sleeping bag, but unfortunately there wasn't
much excess. His gaze wandered over the girl. He
wondered who she was. He tried craning his neck to
try to see her face, but was afraid to move around too
much and wake her. All he could see was the top of
her blonde head. Her back was to him and she was
pretty well buried into the sleeping bag.
'At least it's not Odango' he thought. 'We'd probably
be all tangled up in her hair.' He quickly squashed
any thoughts that were conjured up. Instead, he tried
to focus on where they were. It appeared to be a one
room flat of some sort. There was in the corner a
shower stall, encased with clear glass, with a sink
and commode alongside. In the far corner was a
kitchen area, complete with the basic necessities.
The remainder of the room was the living and bedroom
area. Mamoru noted that they were sleeping upon a
futon and that there was no other furniture in the
room, with the exception of the dinette set in the
kitchen. Finally, Mamoru noticed a TV set along the
far wall with a note taped to the front.
'Great' he thought. 'Do I risk going over there
before she wakes up?' He quickly scanned the room
again to see if there was anything that he could use
to cover himself up. He carefully slid out of the
sleeping bag. Stealthily he moved towards the
kitchen, since it was the only place with cupboards
and drawers. Mamoru found the kitchen well stocked
with provisions and blushed slightly upon discovering
the whip cream and chocolate sauce. He finally came
upon a roll of paper towels and while grimacing at the
ludicracy…. wound the towels around his lower area,
creating a very fragile and very minuscule covering.
Walking very slowly towards the television and holding
the towels very carefully in place, Mamoru let out his
breath that he was holding as he grabbed the note.
*Dear Mamoru and Usagi,
Good Morning! You will find that you have everything
that you need for the next month. Hopefully you will
be able to work out your differences. If there is an
emergency, you can contact us with the communicator
that is on top of the television. Don't worry. We
made sure you were in a location so that no one is
around to hear any screaming. We will come get you
both on Halloween. Have fun!*
As Mamoru read the note, his heart jumped into his
throat as he read the salutation again, *Dear Mamoru
and Usagi. * 'Usagi!' He flushed at the insinuations,
hoping that it was coincidental, but after reflecting
on what he had discovered so far, probably not.
Various curse words ran though his mind along with
what he would do to Motoki when he got out of this
mess. The only door in the room did not have any type
of handle and the hinges were on the outside. The one
window showed that they were on the second story, but
there was no tree or trellis to climb down. Mamoru
thought briefly about changing into Tuxedo Mask and
going through the window, but just then Usagi woke up.
Sleepy blue eyes focused on a startled, paper towel-
clad Mamoru. After blinking a few times, a "I must be
dreaming" was heard, slightly muffled from the pillow
as she turned her face from the sunlight. As Mamoru's
heart rate began to slow down, Usagi's face popped up
from the pillow.
Confusion, then panic, registered on Usagi's face, as
she became aware of her surroundings. She secured the
sleeping bag in place and looked around to take in the
situation. She flushed slightly as she noticed
Mamoru's attire.
"Mamoru-baka, I thought barbarians wore loin cloths
and not paper towels."
Mamoru scowled at her from across the room. "I think
it was pretty gentlemanly of me to give up the
sleeping bag for you."
Usagi drew the sleeping bag around her even closer and
buried her face among the folds so that Mamoru would
be unable to see the myriad of emotions that she was
experiencing. Once the shock, embarrassment and
dismay faded, Usagi looked up to see Mamoru examining
something in his hand. Just as she was about to ask
him what he was doing, she heard Mamoru ask, "Hello?
Is anyone there?"
Usagi held her breath waiting for a response. She
couldn't see exactly what Mamoru held in his hand, but
she was reasonably confident that it wasn't her Sailor
Moon communicator. 'I hope not! Luna would skin me
alive!'
By Krysia
CHAPTER 2
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
Mamoru thought to himself as he stirred from sleep,
'Wow! My first good night sleep in ages. I must not
have dreamt of the princess last night.' His thoughts
trailed off, as he became aware that there was someone
pressed up against him……an unclothed someone. His
eyes shot open, only to have his vision filled with
blonde hair. He barely restrained himself from
exclaiming out loud. The girl next to him was not the
only one unclothed. Mamoru tried to move as far away
as possible from the girl and felt the cold metal
zipper pressed against his backside. He frantically
thought of what events occurred last night that
resulted in his current predicament.
'I was in the arcade talking to Motoki. Odango Atama
came in with her friends. They were celebrating
something. Motoki gave us all free shakes to
celebrate Odango doing well on an exam.' Mamoru's
thoughts were a little fuzzy and he noticed a slight
bitter taste in his mouth. 'I don't remember leaving
the arcade. Something must have been put in the
shakes….but we all had them….that must mean Motoki is
behind this.' Mamoru shifted angrily in the sleeping
bag. The girl next to him whimpered slightly in her
sleep and moved closer to him. Mamoru panicked and
tried to tuck her in as much as possible with the
excess sleeping bag, but unfortunately there wasn't
much excess. His gaze wandered over the girl. He
wondered who she was. He tried craning his neck to
try to see her face, but was afraid to move around too
much and wake her. All he could see was the top of
her blonde head. Her back was to him and she was
pretty well buried into the sleeping bag.
'At least it's not Odango' he thought. 'We'd probably
be all tangled up in her hair.' He quickly squashed
any thoughts that were conjured up. Instead, he tried
to focus on where they were. It appeared to be a one
room flat of some sort. There was in the corner a
shower stall, encased with clear glass, with a sink
and commode alongside. In the far corner was a
kitchen area, complete with the basic necessities.
The remainder of the room was the living and bedroom
area. Mamoru noted that they were sleeping upon a
futon and that there was no other furniture in the
room, with the exception of the dinette set in the
kitchen. Finally, Mamoru noticed a TV set along the
far wall with a note taped to the front.
'Great' he thought. 'Do I risk going over there
before she wakes up?' He quickly scanned the room
again to see if there was anything that he could use
to cover himself up. He carefully slid out of the
sleeping bag. Stealthily he moved towards the
kitchen, since it was the only place with cupboards
and drawers. Mamoru found the kitchen well stocked
with provisions and blushed slightly upon discovering
the whip cream and chocolate sauce. He finally came
upon a roll of paper towels and while grimacing at the
ludicracy…. wound the towels around his lower area,
creating a very fragile and very minuscule covering.
Walking very slowly towards the television and holding
the towels very carefully in place, Mamoru let out his
breath that he was holding as he grabbed the note.
*Dear Mamoru and Usagi,
Good Morning! You will find that you have everything
that you need for the next month. Hopefully you will
be able to work out your differences. If there is an
emergency, you can contact us with the communicator
that is on top of the television. Don't worry. We
made sure you were in a location so that no one is
around to hear any screaming. We will come get you
both on Halloween. Have fun!*
As Mamoru read the note, his heart jumped into his
throat as he read the salutation again, *Dear Mamoru
and Usagi. * 'Usagi!' He flushed at the insinuations,
hoping that it was coincidental, but after reflecting
on what he had discovered so far, probably not.
Various curse words ran though his mind along with
what he would do to Motoki when he got out of this
mess. The only door in the room did not have any type
of handle and the hinges were on the outside. The one
window showed that they were on the second story, but
there was no tree or trellis to climb down. Mamoru
thought briefly about changing into Tuxedo Mask and
going through the window, but just then Usagi woke up.
Sleepy blue eyes focused on a startled, paper towel-
clad Mamoru. After blinking a few times, a "I must be
dreaming" was heard, slightly muffled from the pillow
as she turned her face from the sunlight. As Mamoru's
heart rate began to slow down, Usagi's face popped up
from the pillow.
Confusion, then panic, registered on Usagi's face, as
she became aware of her surroundings. She secured the
sleeping bag in place and looked around to take in the
situation. She flushed slightly as she noticed
Mamoru's attire.
"Mamoru-baka, I thought barbarians wore loin cloths
and not paper towels."
Mamoru scowled at her from across the room. "I think
it was pretty gentlemanly of me to give up the
sleeping bag for you."
Usagi drew the sleeping bag around her even closer and
buried her face among the folds so that Mamoru would
be unable to see the myriad of emotions that she was
experiencing. Once the shock, embarrassment and
dismay faded, Usagi looked up to see Mamoru examining
something in his hand. Just as she was about to ask
him what he was doing, she heard Mamoru ask, "Hello?
Is anyone there?"
Usagi held her breath waiting for a response. She
couldn't see exactly what Mamoru held in his hand, but
she was reasonably confident that it wasn't her Sailor
Moon communicator. 'I hope not! Luna would skin me
alive!'