Trapped Together till Halloween
By Krysia
CHAPTER 6
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
AN: *rubs eyes* Author notes! What are these? Krysia never puts author notes.
Sorry…it was a MUST this time… Nyanko and Dia-chan…this chapter is for you!
Usagi woke up to the delicious aroma of something cooking in the kitchen. Usagi
carefully rubbed her eyes and took note of the dusk-filled room. 'Oh yea' she thought.
'So much for waking up and hoping it was a terrible dream.' She propped herself up on
one elbow and looked towards the kitchen. Mamoru was standing in front of the oven.
She watched him as he opened the oven door and look at whatever was cooking. He was
still wearing that silly paper towel toga and she giggled at how ridiculous he had to stand
so not to tear his towels while bending over.
Mamoru stood up quickly and the oven door slammed shut. He turned and faced Usagi
who was still giggling. "I didn't know you were a contortionist! The way you had to
stand to keep the paper towels from tearing…." Usagi's laughter rang throughout the
apartment.
"That's a pretty big word for an odango atama" he responded coolly. "And I don't have
to share dinner with you. I was the one who made it after all."
Usagi's laughter stopped abruptly. She took note of Mamoru's stance; he was obviously
irritated. 'Normally he would have had his arms folded across his chest when he talks to
me like that, but he can't because he's holding his towel with one hand.' Usagi's lips
began to twitch as she watched Mamoru become more uncomfortable.
"Well….?"
"You don't carry off the conceited jerk nearly as well without that awful green jacket,
Mamoru-baka. And as far as dinner is concerned, you didn't make it. You just warmed
it in the oven. I can recognize Makoto's cooking." Usagi again made the laborious trek
to the table with her sleeping bag with only slight teetering as she stood. She gave
Mamoru wide berth as she one-handedly set the table for two. After filling two glasses
with water, she sat down at the table to wait for dinner.
With a quick glance to make sure Usagi's back was towards him, he then opened the
oven and proceeded to remove dinner. He basked in the warmth for a few moments
before he grabbed some potholders and carried the pan to the table. He quietly served
both plates, before taking his to the counter next to the stove.
"Do I have a plague or something that you can't join me while we eat?" inquired Usagi
scathingly.
"No" lied Mamoru. "It's just easier to eat standing up over here. The counter is higher
up than the table" as he inched closer to the radiating heat coming from the oven.
Usagi turned and faced Mamoru. "I can't believe you've been standing the whole day.
Didn't you sit or lie down at all?"
Mamoru clenched his fork in his hand, in effort to maintain control. "I took a shower, I
read every single volleyball magazine here and watched two hours of the weather channel
because that's the only channel on the TV. Plus I got dinner ready. What more do you
want from me?"
Usagi's irritation melted away. "I'm sorry." She looked back at her plate. "I forget that
this isn't your ideal place to be either. Can't we a least pretend to get along while we are
here, even if we can't be friends?"
There was a long pause before Mamoru replied. "I think that we've been at each other's
throats so long, that we just don't know how to be civil to one another. And maybe we
just don't trust one another either. I will promise to be more considerate of your
feelings."
Usagi turned and beamed at him. "I'll try harder too. Your still a stuffed shirt, but since
you don't exactly look like one right now, it's shouldn't be too hard to be nice."
Mamoru cocked an eyebrow at Usagi. "So….what DO I look like then?"
Usagi flushed a dark red before she quickly turned and faced her plate. "You look like a
conceited jerk wearing a paper towel for a skirt." She forced her voice to remain steady
as her thoughts dwelled on exactly how good Mamoru looked wearing a paper towel.
"Oh."
The next while, the only sound heard was the quiet noise of two people consuming their
meal in silence. Once Usagi finished, she got up and cleared the table. She filled up the
sink with soap and water and proceeded to wash the dishes. Mamoru watched her
struggle to scrub the plates with one hand. She rinsed the soap off and left them on the
counter to dry. She motioned to Mamoru to hand her his plate so she could wash it too.
He walked over and set it into the soapy water, before quickly returning to his spot.
"I didn't want to drop it while I was handing it to you." Mamoru explained.
Usagi returned to what she was doing, silently contemplating whether he was being
insulting or not. Once she finished the dishes, and thanked the gods above for not
breaking any, she headed over to the futon. The room was quiet, except for the faint
noise of the sleeping bag dragging across the floor. As she got ready to plop herself
down, she noticed the communicator sitting on top of the TV. "Should we try to talk to
the guys again? Did you talk to them while I was sleeping?"
Mamoru shook his head. "After everything they have done, I'm still not ready to talk to
them. I figure it's better that they don't hear from us. Maybe it will cause them to
rethink what they have done to us."
Usagi noticed that Mamoru had cracked the oven door slightly and was leaning against
the counter at the very edge of the stove. 'He's practically sitting on it' she thought. 'I
wonder why….oh.' Usagi shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. Her waist-
length blonde hair was caught in the sleeping bag and pulled slightly. "Oooh" she fumed.
She reached one arm and grabbed her hair from the nape and yanked it from its confined
state. The hair fanned out around her, immediately getting in her face. She pushed it
away so she could see Mamoru clearly. "Well, now I understand why Minako always
wears that red bow. If I had my hair up I wouldn't have this problem."
Mamoru's face remained impassive. Usagi wasn't sure if he had heard what she said, or
if he even cared. "Anyway, it's getting dark and you look cold. We should think about
going to sleep and figure out what we are going to do in the morning."
Mamoru started. "I'm not cold. Go ahead and go to sleep. I'm fine."
Usagi snorted. "I may not be as smart as you baka. But I'm not the only who looks
ready to crawl into the oven."
Mamoru carefully shifted his towels so that leaning against the counter would hold them
up. He crossed his arms across his chest. "And where, pray tell, am I going to sleep?
Are you suggesting on sharing that sleeping bag with me?"
Usagi flushed and looked down. She studied the sleeping bag for a moment. After a
long pause, "Well, maybe we could unzip the sleeping bag and each wrap up in an end.
That way we can share…." Her voice trailed off.
Mamoru began to walk slowly to Usagi. The oven's warmth had faded away and the
apartment was definitely getting colder. "I guess that could work."
"Close your eyes for a minute." The only sound was of the sleeping bag being unzipped.
After a few moments of rustling, "Ok, you can open your eyes." Usagi was standing with
one end of the sleeping bag wrapped around her tightly, the rest of the bag hung at her
side. "Just grab the other end and wrap up in it. I'll close my eyes."
Once Usagi's eyes were closed, Mamoru cautiously picked up the other end of the
sleeping bag and wound it around himself. They were now in close proximity of each
other, but there was a little room between them. "Done." Once Usagi opened her eyes,
Mamoru looked at her. "Well, I'm warmer, but now what? How are we going to lay
down?"
Usagi rolled her eyes. "You're the smart one, baka. How come I have to think of
everything?" She reached forward to smack him lightly in the shoulder, but as she
moved forward slightly, she did not take into account how lightly she had wound the
blanket around herself. She pitched forward towards Mamoru, who was also tightly
bundled and had only one free arm to try to catch her.
After a loud screech and an "Oof!" Usagi found herself plastered along the length of
Mamoru, staring into wide, blue eyes. His arm was at her waist and their lips were just a
few centimeters apart.
Just then, a loud beeping was heard from the communicator that was still resting on top
of the TV.
By Krysia
CHAPTER 6
Rated: PG-ish
Set: 1st season-ish
e-mail:Krysia2882@hotmail.com
AN: *rubs eyes* Author notes! What are these? Krysia never puts author notes.
Sorry…it was a MUST this time… Nyanko and Dia-chan…this chapter is for you!
Usagi woke up to the delicious aroma of something cooking in the kitchen. Usagi
carefully rubbed her eyes and took note of the dusk-filled room. 'Oh yea' she thought.
'So much for waking up and hoping it was a terrible dream.' She propped herself up on
one elbow and looked towards the kitchen. Mamoru was standing in front of the oven.
She watched him as he opened the oven door and look at whatever was cooking. He was
still wearing that silly paper towel toga and she giggled at how ridiculous he had to stand
so not to tear his towels while bending over.
Mamoru stood up quickly and the oven door slammed shut. He turned and faced Usagi
who was still giggling. "I didn't know you were a contortionist! The way you had to
stand to keep the paper towels from tearing…." Usagi's laughter rang throughout the
apartment.
"That's a pretty big word for an odango atama" he responded coolly. "And I don't have
to share dinner with you. I was the one who made it after all."
Usagi's laughter stopped abruptly. She took note of Mamoru's stance; he was obviously
irritated. 'Normally he would have had his arms folded across his chest when he talks to
me like that, but he can't because he's holding his towel with one hand.' Usagi's lips
began to twitch as she watched Mamoru become more uncomfortable.
"Well….?"
"You don't carry off the conceited jerk nearly as well without that awful green jacket,
Mamoru-baka. And as far as dinner is concerned, you didn't make it. You just warmed
it in the oven. I can recognize Makoto's cooking." Usagi again made the laborious trek
to the table with her sleeping bag with only slight teetering as she stood. She gave
Mamoru wide berth as she one-handedly set the table for two. After filling two glasses
with water, she sat down at the table to wait for dinner.
With a quick glance to make sure Usagi's back was towards him, he then opened the
oven and proceeded to remove dinner. He basked in the warmth for a few moments
before he grabbed some potholders and carried the pan to the table. He quietly served
both plates, before taking his to the counter next to the stove.
"Do I have a plague or something that you can't join me while we eat?" inquired Usagi
scathingly.
"No" lied Mamoru. "It's just easier to eat standing up over here. The counter is higher
up than the table" as he inched closer to the radiating heat coming from the oven.
Usagi turned and faced Mamoru. "I can't believe you've been standing the whole day.
Didn't you sit or lie down at all?"
Mamoru clenched his fork in his hand, in effort to maintain control. "I took a shower, I
read every single volleyball magazine here and watched two hours of the weather channel
because that's the only channel on the TV. Plus I got dinner ready. What more do you
want from me?"
Usagi's irritation melted away. "I'm sorry." She looked back at her plate. "I forget that
this isn't your ideal place to be either. Can't we a least pretend to get along while we are
here, even if we can't be friends?"
There was a long pause before Mamoru replied. "I think that we've been at each other's
throats so long, that we just don't know how to be civil to one another. And maybe we
just don't trust one another either. I will promise to be more considerate of your
feelings."
Usagi turned and beamed at him. "I'll try harder too. Your still a stuffed shirt, but since
you don't exactly look like one right now, it's shouldn't be too hard to be nice."
Mamoru cocked an eyebrow at Usagi. "So….what DO I look like then?"
Usagi flushed a dark red before she quickly turned and faced her plate. "You look like a
conceited jerk wearing a paper towel for a skirt." She forced her voice to remain steady
as her thoughts dwelled on exactly how good Mamoru looked wearing a paper towel.
"Oh."
The next while, the only sound heard was the quiet noise of two people consuming their
meal in silence. Once Usagi finished, she got up and cleared the table. She filled up the
sink with soap and water and proceeded to wash the dishes. Mamoru watched her
struggle to scrub the plates with one hand. She rinsed the soap off and left them on the
counter to dry. She motioned to Mamoru to hand her his plate so she could wash it too.
He walked over and set it into the soapy water, before quickly returning to his spot.
"I didn't want to drop it while I was handing it to you." Mamoru explained.
Usagi returned to what she was doing, silently contemplating whether he was being
insulting or not. Once she finished the dishes, and thanked the gods above for not
breaking any, she headed over to the futon. The room was quiet, except for the faint
noise of the sleeping bag dragging across the floor. As she got ready to plop herself
down, she noticed the communicator sitting on top of the TV. "Should we try to talk to
the guys again? Did you talk to them while I was sleeping?"
Mamoru shook his head. "After everything they have done, I'm still not ready to talk to
them. I figure it's better that they don't hear from us. Maybe it will cause them to
rethink what they have done to us."
Usagi noticed that Mamoru had cracked the oven door slightly and was leaning against
the counter at the very edge of the stove. 'He's practically sitting on it' she thought. 'I
wonder why….oh.' Usagi shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts. Her waist-
length blonde hair was caught in the sleeping bag and pulled slightly. "Oooh" she fumed.
She reached one arm and grabbed her hair from the nape and yanked it from its confined
state. The hair fanned out around her, immediately getting in her face. She pushed it
away so she could see Mamoru clearly. "Well, now I understand why Minako always
wears that red bow. If I had my hair up I wouldn't have this problem."
Mamoru's face remained impassive. Usagi wasn't sure if he had heard what she said, or
if he even cared. "Anyway, it's getting dark and you look cold. We should think about
going to sleep and figure out what we are going to do in the morning."
Mamoru started. "I'm not cold. Go ahead and go to sleep. I'm fine."
Usagi snorted. "I may not be as smart as you baka. But I'm not the only who looks
ready to crawl into the oven."
Mamoru carefully shifted his towels so that leaning against the counter would hold them
up. He crossed his arms across his chest. "And where, pray tell, am I going to sleep?
Are you suggesting on sharing that sleeping bag with me?"
Usagi flushed and looked down. She studied the sleeping bag for a moment. After a
long pause, "Well, maybe we could unzip the sleeping bag and each wrap up in an end.
That way we can share…." Her voice trailed off.
Mamoru began to walk slowly to Usagi. The oven's warmth had faded away and the
apartment was definitely getting colder. "I guess that could work."
"Close your eyes for a minute." The only sound was of the sleeping bag being unzipped.
After a few moments of rustling, "Ok, you can open your eyes." Usagi was standing with
one end of the sleeping bag wrapped around her tightly, the rest of the bag hung at her
side. "Just grab the other end and wrap up in it. I'll close my eyes."
Once Usagi's eyes were closed, Mamoru cautiously picked up the other end of the
sleeping bag and wound it around himself. They were now in close proximity of each
other, but there was a little room between them. "Done." Once Usagi opened her eyes,
Mamoru looked at her. "Well, I'm warmer, but now what? How are we going to lay
down?"
Usagi rolled her eyes. "You're the smart one, baka. How come I have to think of
everything?" She reached forward to smack him lightly in the shoulder, but as she
moved forward slightly, she did not take into account how lightly she had wound the
blanket around herself. She pitched forward towards Mamoru, who was also tightly
bundled and had only one free arm to try to catch her.
After a loud screech and an "Oof!" Usagi found herself plastered along the length of
Mamoru, staring into wide, blue eyes. His arm was at her waist and their lips were just a
few centimeters apart.
Just then, a loud beeping was heard from the communicator that was still resting on top
of the TV.