Another SAILORMOON LOVE STORY

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DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Sailor Moon (aw).But I bought a thermos once by accident on Ebay. Yoink!

CHAPTER TWO: The Second Chapter

Exactly T-minus point zero zero six seconds before the final bell rang, a hyper blond mini-tornado came crashing through the classroom door. When the smoke had cleared, Usagi Tsukino was sitting at her desk, panting. And eating a riceball. The other students clapped politely.

"Hey Sewena! That was, like,really close, Ms. Haruna would have killed you if you were late again!" whispered Naru, Usagi's best friend.

"Uh, Naru? Did you just call me 'Serena'?And… since when do you have a Brooklyn accent?" Usagi whispered back, confused.

Naru shook her head, puzzled. "Wow, I'm sorry, Usagi, I don't know what came over me," she said softly. "Where's 'Brooklyn'?"Luckily she was saved from an explanation when the classroom door opened and the school principal walked briskly into the room.

'Phew', thought Naru, sighing under her breath. 'Gotta stop watching so much NYPD Blue.'

"Students," the principal began, adjusting his glasses, "I would just like you all to know that since your teacher Ms. Haruna is dead, you will be having a substitute teacher today—"

A leggy blond secretary ran into the classroom and whispered something into his ear.

"Ah, yes, excuse me, haha, enough about my ex-wife. Rather, your teacher Ms. Haruna would like you to know that since she is on a date, an all-day date, with a man--," he paused again, as the woman whispered something else in his ear, "--a very hot, steamy older man, you will be having a substitute teacher today. We think he's in college, or actually we're not too sure, since we just grabbed him off the street and we've never seen him before, but he looks smart, doesn't he?" With that, he reached through the doorway and grabbed a very handsome and flustered Mamoru Chiba. "Good luck, son," he said, patting the young man on the shoulder, and fled with his secretary in tow.

The girls stared at Mamoru, open mouthed, until they all screamed, with little pink hearts in their eyes. "Uahhhhh!!"

They boys stared the drooling girls and whispered anxiously amongst themselves.

(Usagi was sleeping on her desk, so she didn't notice).

"So, er, class, what have you been working on?" Mamoru asked nervously, making his way to the chalkboards. Crickets chirped.

"Uh, Ami-chan?" He turned expectantly to the little blue-haired genius, who he recognized from his daily hangouts at the arcade. She was always sitting with Usagi's estrogen-gang at a booth, usually reading a book. The other girls in the class turned to stare venomously at Ami, who shrunk a little in her seat.

"We're reading Romeo and Juliet, substitute-sensei," she said.

"What page?"

"I'm not sure, because I have already read it six times. In fourteen languages," Ami replied.

"Alright," breathed Mamoru. He'd have preferred advanced physics, but what the heck. "We'll go with the balcony scene, because it's sexy," he said. "Turn to page… wait a minute, is that…?"

He began to circle the classroom, closing in upon a blond head that lay unmoving upon the desk, with a hairstyle so distinctive it could only be…

"ODANGO OTAMA!" he yelled into her ear.

"Gyahh! It's that nightmare again!" cried Usagi, startled, as she looked blearily into the dazzlingly blue eyes of her arch-nemesis. "The one with the leprechauns, and the carnies, and the big stupid JERK!"

"Oh no, Odango. This is real," said Mamoru evilly, in his suavest adult voice.

"You!" she yelled. "What are YOU doing here? And why do you keep calling me that word! What does it mean!? I don't speak French!"

Mamoru sweatdropped. "First of all, it's not French, it's your native language, and second of all, it's obviously about your hair, so take a guess!"

Usagi pursed her lips and cutely furrowed her brow. "Something about…gloriously shiny hair in the shape of flaxen meatballs?" she asked brightly.

(All the students in the classroom were watching, silently fascinated).

"Wrong!" he cried. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard! Even I would never call you a stupid name involving meatballs!" At this, a middle aged man sitting in the back of the room, poorly disguised as a middle-school student, wearing a T-shirt that read "DiC" in big pink letters, coughed and ran out of the room.

Mamoru stared after him, then shrugged. "Whatever. Anyways, for sleeping in class, you are staying after for detention, to practice reading the very sexy balcony scene from 'Romeo and Juliet', all alone, just the two of us!"

Half of the girls in the classroom swooned with jealousy.

"But…!" said Usagi, hot tearsthreatening to spill out ofher eyes. "That is so mean! You're the sub for, like,one day, that's SO not fair…"

"No 'buts', Odango!" Mamoru said strictly. "You WILL be at detention. There WILL be candles, and easy listening. And the lights WILL BE DIMMED!" Every other girl in the room passed out. And some of the boys.

Mamoru walked back to his desk. "Okay, class…" He cleared his throat again and rolled his eyes. "and by the way,Ami-chan, I'm sure you're an exemplary student, but don't think I don't see what you're doing over there. You need to focus and set a good example for your ditsy friend. Please put away that NASA training manual."

Ami blushed guiltily and stashed the government-classified document inside her desk. 'He's sharp', she mused. 'I wonder if there's more to him than meets the eye?'

(AN: TRANSFORMERS! ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!)

'This sucks,' Usagi thought. 'What a jerk!He is so mean to me! Dimmed lights, music, romantic play... I'm the unluckiest girl in the world…'

DETENTION. Some hours later.

"Romeo, Romeo, where ya goin, Romeo?"

"No, no! It's 'wherefore art thou', Odango!"

Usagi sighed, rubbing her eyes annoyedly. "Look, we've been here for two hours, does it really matter? I mean, what's the difference!"

Mamoru closed his eyes in frustration. "It does matter, Usagi-san. Juliet's not asking where he's going, she's wondering rhetorically why he comes from the family that should make him her family's mortal enemy."

"Yeah, well, maybe," Usagi snapped, "she's pissed off because she has to spend all this time with her mortal enemy who's a total jerk!"

"And just maybe," the dark-haired man retorted, "Romeo's only acting like a jerk to get close to her because he really likes her but he's afraid of his feelings!"

"Well then MAYBE," Usagi shouted, "he should just say what he means instead of using all these stupid rhymy words to confuse her!"

"I love you," Mamoru said.

Usagi blinked.

"What page is that on?" she said, and started flipping through the play.

Mamoru groaned. 'She's denser than I ever thought possible.' "Usagi, have you ever heard of a 'metaphor'?"

"No."

"Well, it's, ah…" he began, raking a hand through his hair. At that moment, Usagi's communicator started beeping.

"Oh man!" she exclaimed, shoving books and notebooks into her bag, "I've gotta run, that's an emergency, I uh, I think my basement's flooding!" she leaned so close to Mamoru that his heart pounded in his brain, "it's probably 'cause, you see, on the news it said there's an arsonist afoot!" And with that, she was off.

"Odango!" Mamoru called out after her, "an arsonist is… ah… oh… nevermind." He sighed. He yelled after her retreating footsteps: "the metaphor thing! Have Ami-chan explain it to you!" Too late. The blond-haired girl was out of sight.

'She hates me, doesn't she? Luckily I hate her too. How could anyone not hate such a stupid, sweet, cute, sexy, beautiful, energetic, kind-hearted brat? Wait, did I just say 'sweet'? and 'cute'? But I hate her! Or, do I love her? Or do I love to hate her? Or do I hate that I love to love to hate her?Do Ihate love? Can love be hateful...'

By this time he had left the school and was walking through the park. Passers by stared at the extreme facial expressions he was making in the midst of his internal dialogue when, suddenly, he felt a tug at his heart.

'Oh no!' he thought. 'Heartburn!'

A moment later, he heard a scream. 'Psyche! It's actually my internal bond! Sailor Moon is in trouble!' he thought, and in a flash of roses and pastel colors, Mamoru had transformed into Tuxedo Mask, the city's only superhero with a top hat.

He flourished his cape and ran to Juuban Ravine, a deep chasm that randomly ran though Juuban park, a ravine that for some reason nobody had ever noticed or mentioned before.

"Ahhhhh! Heeeelp meeeeeeeee!"

Tuxedo Mask caught his breath as he reached the edge of the ravine. Wailing and crying, Sailor Moon was hanging desperately onto the edge of the cliff!

So how's that for a cliffhanger? Subtle enough? Muahahahahaha!

I hope this isn't boring. Please let me know!