Trapped Together till Halloween
By Krysia
CHAPTER 3
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
After a minute, Motoki's voice came through the
communicator. "Hello?"
"Motoki? Is that you?" asked Mamoru
"Yes….What's going on?"
Mamoru wasn't sure, but he thought he heard giggling
in the background.
"What do you mean what's going on? What do you think
you are doing? You can't be serious! This is
insane!"
Mamoru stopped his tirade and looked at Usagi. Up
until this point, both had been focused on their
plight and Mamoru really hadn't taken a good look at
her. Usagi, in the meantime, was running a shaky hand
through her hair, horror dawning upon her face.
"You CUT Odango's hair!?!" Mamoru bellowed into
communicator. "Wait! Don't even answer. We don't
want to hear it." Mamoru clicked off the communicator
and stood there uncertainly. He still shook with
anger, but as he watched Usagi valiantly try not to
cry, he was torn with indecision on what to do. 'If
she would only wail like she normally does, this would
be so much easier' he thought as he carefully made his
way across the room towards her.
"Oda…Usagi………I'm sorry. I never thought our arguing
would cause Motoki to so something so extreme."
Mamoru had to strain to hear Usagi's response. Her
face was turned from him as she obviously was fighting
to control her emotions. "It's not your fault Mamoru.
And I'm sure it wasn't just Motoki either. The girls
were probably equally involved."
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Usagi wiped
her face and turned towards Mamoru. "So…are you going
to get dressed…or are you going to parade around like
that for my sole viewing pleasure."
Mamoru bit his tongue, so not to respond
sarcastically, noticing the remains of her tears.
Instead he told her carefully, "I have no clothes.
Neither do you. I have already looked around and
couldn't find anything for us to wear." He then
handed her the note that was still in his hand,
crumpled from when he had clenched his fist in anger
while talking to Motoki.
Usagi read the note and took a few minutes to digest
what it had said. She slowly raised her head and
looked at Mamoru. She crumpled the note and flung it
away from her. As the sleeping bag shifted from her
movements, she drew her arm back in and clutched it
close to her neck. She could feel herself turning red
from anger and embarrassment. She wanted to scream
and cry. Instead, she met Mamoru's gaze and choked
out, "So, what do we do now?"
While Usagi was reading the note, Mamoru had shuffled
to the other end of the room. He blinked in surprise
at how well Usagi was handling the whole situation.
For someone who cried at everything, she was actually
being calm. He sighed and looked out the window. "I
don't know."
Usagi could hear the defeat in the tone of his voice.
"I can't believe that the baka from Azabu doesn't have
any ideas."
"Usagi. We have NO clothes. We are locked in. We
are on the second floor. I have seen no movement
outside to indicate that there is anyone in the
vacinity. Obviously calling on the two-way radio is
not an option….you read the note. Other than waiting
out our sentencing and try to get along until
Halloween….I have no other ideas. Unless you know how
to get ahold of the Sailor Senshi to break us out…
We're stuck."
Usagi tried not to let the panic show on her face when
Mamoru mentioned Sailor Senshi. She discreetly felt
around inside the sleeping bag to see if her broach
was with her. "Ha ha. Very funny. As if…..that
would be like you being best friends with Tuxedo
Kamen."
Mamoru was grateful that he was facing the window when
Usagi spoke. He grimaced at the irony of her words.
'If she only knew' he thought.
Both were so wrapped up in their musings, that neither
observed the other's reaction as the same thought
entered their minds, 'Oh no! What if there is a
youma?'
By Krysia
CHAPTER 3
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
After a minute, Motoki's voice came through the
communicator. "Hello?"
"Motoki? Is that you?" asked Mamoru
"Yes….What's going on?"
Mamoru wasn't sure, but he thought he heard giggling
in the background.
"What do you mean what's going on? What do you think
you are doing? You can't be serious! This is
insane!"
Mamoru stopped his tirade and looked at Usagi. Up
until this point, both had been focused on their
plight and Mamoru really hadn't taken a good look at
her. Usagi, in the meantime, was running a shaky hand
through her hair, horror dawning upon her face.
"You CUT Odango's hair!?!" Mamoru bellowed into
communicator. "Wait! Don't even answer. We don't
want to hear it." Mamoru clicked off the communicator
and stood there uncertainly. He still shook with
anger, but as he watched Usagi valiantly try not to
cry, he was torn with indecision on what to do. 'If
she would only wail like she normally does, this would
be so much easier' he thought as he carefully made his
way across the room towards her.
"Oda…Usagi………I'm sorry. I never thought our arguing
would cause Motoki to so something so extreme."
Mamoru had to strain to hear Usagi's response. Her
face was turned from him as she obviously was fighting
to control her emotions. "It's not your fault Mamoru.
And I'm sure it wasn't just Motoki either. The girls
were probably equally involved."
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Usagi wiped
her face and turned towards Mamoru. "So…are you going
to get dressed…or are you going to parade around like
that for my sole viewing pleasure."
Mamoru bit his tongue, so not to respond
sarcastically, noticing the remains of her tears.
Instead he told her carefully, "I have no clothes.
Neither do you. I have already looked around and
couldn't find anything for us to wear." He then
handed her the note that was still in his hand,
crumpled from when he had clenched his fist in anger
while talking to Motoki.
Usagi read the note and took a few minutes to digest
what it had said. She slowly raised her head and
looked at Mamoru. She crumpled the note and flung it
away from her. As the sleeping bag shifted from her
movements, she drew her arm back in and clutched it
close to her neck. She could feel herself turning red
from anger and embarrassment. She wanted to scream
and cry. Instead, she met Mamoru's gaze and choked
out, "So, what do we do now?"
While Usagi was reading the note, Mamoru had shuffled
to the other end of the room. He blinked in surprise
at how well Usagi was handling the whole situation.
For someone who cried at everything, she was actually
being calm. He sighed and looked out the window. "I
don't know."
Usagi could hear the defeat in the tone of his voice.
"I can't believe that the baka from Azabu doesn't have
any ideas."
"Usagi. We have NO clothes. We are locked in. We
are on the second floor. I have seen no movement
outside to indicate that there is anyone in the
vacinity. Obviously calling on the two-way radio is
not an option….you read the note. Other than waiting
out our sentencing and try to get along until
Halloween….I have no other ideas. Unless you know how
to get ahold of the Sailor Senshi to break us out…
We're stuck."
Usagi tried not to let the panic show on her face when
Mamoru mentioned Sailor Senshi. She discreetly felt
around inside the sleeping bag to see if her broach
was with her. "Ha ha. Very funny. As if…..that
would be like you being best friends with Tuxedo
Kamen."
Mamoru was grateful that he was facing the window when
Usagi spoke. He grimaced at the irony of her words.
'If she only knew' he thought.
Both were so wrapped up in their musings, that neither
observed the other's reaction as the same thought
entered their minds, 'Oh no! What if there is a
youma?'