Trapped Together till Halloween
By Krysia
CHAPTER 5
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
Usagi wiped the remainder of her tears with the back of her hand. After several minutes
of trying to think of what to do and struggling against a full blown wailing session, she
looked longingly towards the kitchen. Usagi pulled the sleeping bag up to her chin and
stretched her legs. Once she felt the bottom edge of the sleeping bag, she floundered
among the layers, trying to stand. After two very embarrassing attempts, Usagi finally
made it to her feet. She moved slowly towards the kitchen, pausing every few steps to
arrange the wad of material she held. After a few moments, she made it to the
refrigerator, opened the door and poked her head in. With one hand, she grabbed the
bowl of strawberries and set them on the counter. The chocolate syrup and whipped
cream followed next. She then shuffled over to the sink and rinsed the berries. She
found two bowls, a plate and a spoon. Item by item, she transferred everything to the
table.
Once she was situated at the table, she looked up to see Mamoru watching her with a look
of amazement upon his face. He met her gaze before commenting sardonically; "I see
not much stands between you and food."
Usagi narrowed her eyes, then purposely grabbed a large strawberry and bit into it. Once
she finished the berry and set the green leafy top to the side, she then reached for the
syrup and poured it into a bowl. She then sprayed whipped cream into the second bowl.
Pointedly ignoring Mamoru, Usagi grabbed another strawberry and dipped it into the
chocolate. She then set it on her plate and spooned some whipped cream onto the
strawberry. She picked it up by the leaves and polished it off in one bite.
After a few more berries, Usagi looked up to see Mamoru standing next to the table with
a plate in hand.
"Not my idea of breakfast Odango, but since this food is for both of us, I figure I'd better
come get my share."
Usagi licked chocolate from her fingers. She flushed slightly as Mamoru continued to
watch her. "Have a seat, baka." Usagi motioned to the other chair. "It's hard to eat with
you standing over me."
Mamoru set the plate he was holding on the table. His other hand was still at his waist,
securing his 'covering' in place. "I prefer to stand, thanks." He then proceeded to
imitate Usagi's eating routine.
"I don't see why you have to stand. I'm trying to be nice, creep. If we're going to be
stuck together for a while, we need to get along. Maybe we'll even get released early for
good behavior" Usagi challenged him.
Mamoru looked exasperatedly at Usagi. "First of all, Odango, I am trying to get along
here. Second, I can't sit down without tearing the paper towels. Since that paper roll
isn't very big and we don't have another alternative at the moment, I think I'll stand."
Usagi's eyes grew moist at the reproach in Mamoru's voice. "You can't call me that
right now" her voice wavered with emotion. She tried to stand and leave the table, but
found to her dismay that the bulk of the sleeping bag impeded her movements. She
finally resorted to folding her arms on the table and resting her head upon them, hiding
her face from Mamoru's view.
Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Usagi, you can't burst into tears every time I say something.
You'll flood us out of the apartment. Besides, we have more important concerns at the
moment. We need to decide how we are going to get though this. There is no privacy at
all!"
Usagi sniffled a few times before raising her head to look at Mamoru. "Well, if you
promise to not look, we can turn our back while the other takes a shower and uses the
bathroom."
Mamoru nodded slowly. "Yes. That would work. We're going to have to figure out a
way to cook meals and do the dishes. Cooking won't be too much of a problem, there
seems to be a lot of meals already made up and frozen."
'Makoto.' Usagi thought.
"And the only reading materials I could find were volleyball magazines."
'Minako'
"I haven't tried the television yet, but there isn't much here for us to do…." Mamoru's
voice trailed off.
Usagi's eyes swept the room. Mamoru was right. Motoki and the girls must have spent a
lot of time planning this. So far, every detail seemed to be covered to insure that she and
Mamoru was stuck here with no way to escape the apartment or each other. 'Ami.' She
sighed. 'I can't believe they talked Ami into this. With her as mastermind, Usagi was
sure there couldn't possibly be any detail left unattended. Usagi dropped her head back
onto her arms and her shoulders slouched in defeat. "I guess the only thing we can do is
watch tv, try not to kill each other and maybe think of a way to get revenge on Motoki
and the girls."
Shock flashed briefly across Mamoru's face before he paused to consider what Usagi had
said. "Revenge?"
Usagi again looked up at Mamoru before speaking in outrage. "Yes…revenge! I
mean…they drugged us, dumped us here…goodness knows where…naked. How do they
know we won't kill one another? I have a life…I can't put it on hold for a month just
because they think it's a good idea. I…I just can't believe they would do this to me…to
us." Usagi ended her passionate speech, blue eyes flashing and cheeks pink with
indignation. Then suddenly she drooped, cheeks losing color and shoulders slumping
again. She grabbed the edges of the sleeping bag and pulled it tightly too herself.
Mamoru noticed the change in Usagi's demeanor. "Usagi…what is it? Is something
wrong?" His voice was laced with concern.
"I don't feel well all of a sudden."
Mamoru carefully shuffled to Usagi's chair and helped her stand. "Here, maybe you
should go lie down. We don't know what they put in the milkshakes and it could still be
affecting you." Mamoru escorted Usagi to the futon.
Once Usagi was settled, Mamoru heard her murmur sleepily, "Thank you Mamoru. It's
nice having you nice to me." Usagi's rhythmic breathing informed Mamoru that Usagi
was already asleep. "It's nice being nice to you" he answered softly before heading over
to the far corner to take a shower.
By Krysia
CHAPTER 5
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
Usagi wiped the remainder of her tears with the back of her hand. After several minutes
of trying to think of what to do and struggling against a full blown wailing session, she
looked longingly towards the kitchen. Usagi pulled the sleeping bag up to her chin and
stretched her legs. Once she felt the bottom edge of the sleeping bag, she floundered
among the layers, trying to stand. After two very embarrassing attempts, Usagi finally
made it to her feet. She moved slowly towards the kitchen, pausing every few steps to
arrange the wad of material she held. After a few moments, she made it to the
refrigerator, opened the door and poked her head in. With one hand, she grabbed the
bowl of strawberries and set them on the counter. The chocolate syrup and whipped
cream followed next. She then shuffled over to the sink and rinsed the berries. She
found two bowls, a plate and a spoon. Item by item, she transferred everything to the
table.
Once she was situated at the table, she looked up to see Mamoru watching her with a look
of amazement upon his face. He met her gaze before commenting sardonically; "I see
not much stands between you and food."
Usagi narrowed her eyes, then purposely grabbed a large strawberry and bit into it. Once
she finished the berry and set the green leafy top to the side, she then reached for the
syrup and poured it into a bowl. She then sprayed whipped cream into the second bowl.
Pointedly ignoring Mamoru, Usagi grabbed another strawberry and dipped it into the
chocolate. She then set it on her plate and spooned some whipped cream onto the
strawberry. She picked it up by the leaves and polished it off in one bite.
After a few more berries, Usagi looked up to see Mamoru standing next to the table with
a plate in hand.
"Not my idea of breakfast Odango, but since this food is for both of us, I figure I'd better
come get my share."
Usagi licked chocolate from her fingers. She flushed slightly as Mamoru continued to
watch her. "Have a seat, baka." Usagi motioned to the other chair. "It's hard to eat with
you standing over me."
Mamoru set the plate he was holding on the table. His other hand was still at his waist,
securing his 'covering' in place. "I prefer to stand, thanks." He then proceeded to
imitate Usagi's eating routine.
"I don't see why you have to stand. I'm trying to be nice, creep. If we're going to be
stuck together for a while, we need to get along. Maybe we'll even get released early for
good behavior" Usagi challenged him.
Mamoru looked exasperatedly at Usagi. "First of all, Odango, I am trying to get along
here. Second, I can't sit down without tearing the paper towels. Since that paper roll
isn't very big and we don't have another alternative at the moment, I think I'll stand."
Usagi's eyes grew moist at the reproach in Mamoru's voice. "You can't call me that
right now" her voice wavered with emotion. She tried to stand and leave the table, but
found to her dismay that the bulk of the sleeping bag impeded her movements. She
finally resorted to folding her arms on the table and resting her head upon them, hiding
her face from Mamoru's view.
Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Usagi, you can't burst into tears every time I say something.
You'll flood us out of the apartment. Besides, we have more important concerns at the
moment. We need to decide how we are going to get though this. There is no privacy at
all!"
Usagi sniffled a few times before raising her head to look at Mamoru. "Well, if you
promise to not look, we can turn our back while the other takes a shower and uses the
bathroom."
Mamoru nodded slowly. "Yes. That would work. We're going to have to figure out a
way to cook meals and do the dishes. Cooking won't be too much of a problem, there
seems to be a lot of meals already made up and frozen."
'Makoto.' Usagi thought.
"And the only reading materials I could find were volleyball magazines."
'Minako'
"I haven't tried the television yet, but there isn't much here for us to do…." Mamoru's
voice trailed off.
Usagi's eyes swept the room. Mamoru was right. Motoki and the girls must have spent a
lot of time planning this. So far, every detail seemed to be covered to insure that she and
Mamoru was stuck here with no way to escape the apartment or each other. 'Ami.' She
sighed. 'I can't believe they talked Ami into this. With her as mastermind, Usagi was
sure there couldn't possibly be any detail left unattended. Usagi dropped her head back
onto her arms and her shoulders slouched in defeat. "I guess the only thing we can do is
watch tv, try not to kill each other and maybe think of a way to get revenge on Motoki
and the girls."
Shock flashed briefly across Mamoru's face before he paused to consider what Usagi had
said. "Revenge?"
Usagi again looked up at Mamoru before speaking in outrage. "Yes…revenge! I
mean…they drugged us, dumped us here…goodness knows where…naked. How do they
know we won't kill one another? I have a life…I can't put it on hold for a month just
because they think it's a good idea. I…I just can't believe they would do this to me…to
us." Usagi ended her passionate speech, blue eyes flashing and cheeks pink with
indignation. Then suddenly she drooped, cheeks losing color and shoulders slumping
again. She grabbed the edges of the sleeping bag and pulled it tightly too herself.
Mamoru noticed the change in Usagi's demeanor. "Usagi…what is it? Is something
wrong?" His voice was laced with concern.
"I don't feel well all of a sudden."
Mamoru carefully shuffled to Usagi's chair and helped her stand. "Here, maybe you
should go lie down. We don't know what they put in the milkshakes and it could still be
affecting you." Mamoru escorted Usagi to the futon.
Once Usagi was settled, Mamoru heard her murmur sleepily, "Thank you Mamoru. It's
nice having you nice to me." Usagi's rhythmic breathing informed Mamoru that Usagi
was already asleep. "It's nice being nice to you" he answered softly before heading over
to the far corner to take a shower.