Hi minna! I'm back with another chapter of my Christmas fic. You finally get to know what Mamoru gasped about... and I hope you won't be upset that it's not that big of a deal after all... *giggles*
Disclaimer: again this year Santa-san decided not to give me the rights to BSSM, so I'll have to wait till next year. Until then, I'm just borrowing the characters. And the general idea belongs to Chris Carter (creator of The X-Files).
What he saw when he opened it (the door) made him gasp.
"What is it?" Usagi asked in a panicked voice.
Mamoru didn't answer. He was too awed by what was before him. It certainly was not what he had expected.
In the middle of the room, a big Chistmas tree stood. It was beautifully decorated. All the lights in the room were turned off, except for the colored ones in the tree. There were tinsel garlands in many colors, and fake snow that reflected the colored lights that hung in the tree. Under it, there was a huge gift that could have contained two or three persons if they were laying down.
The room was decorated as well. Miseltoe hung from the ceiling, figurines of Santa Claus stood everywhere, garlands hung from the ceiling and walls, some that met in the tree, and shiny white fake snow adorned the floor.
All in all, the room looked magical.
Usagi came up to Mamoru and gasped when she saw the havenly site.
Mamoru turned to her and asked:
"Are you sure noone lives here? "
Usagi, still shocked answered:
"Yeah, " then, she snapped out of her trance, and, while going inside the room, she continued as if it were obvious, "Who, in their right mind, would live in a cursed house? "
Mamoru sighed, exasperated. He was in love with her, but she could still be so annoying and stubborn. How could she really believe that there were ghosts flying around in the house?
"So, it's not only haunted, it's cursed too. "
"I told you before, every couple that has ever been here on Christmas Eve died. So it's cursed. "
Mamoru sighed again, and followed her in the room. He looked around.
It was reallly beautiful. 'But,' he wondered, 'how come it's decorated if it's been condemed for so long? And so well kept too? '
When he heard the lovely giggles of his no less lovely companion, he looked back at Usagi, and a loving smile broke on his face when he saw her childish attitude. She was playing in the fake snow.
How he wished he could be so carefree, too.
Usagi noticed that Mamoru was staring at her in a way that, for some reason, made her insides do weird things.
Behing her back, she gathered some snow in her hands, and in a sudden movement, she threw it at Mamoru's face.
Mamoru came out of his trance-like state when he felt a light pain in his face and focused on Usagi again. She was smiling innocently, but the mischevious glint in her eyes betrayed her. In that moment, Mamoru felt like a child, something he didn't even remember ever feeling. He bent down and took snow in his hands. As he was forming it into a ball, he said, teasingly:
"Oh, so you wanna play, Odango Atama? "
He was getting ready to throw his snowball, but a shuffling sound made him stop. He looked around, as did Usagi, but they couldn't locate from where it had come, so they thought that they had imagined it (AN: stupid thing to do when you're in a haunted house... ;o) ) and ignored it. When Mamoru was about to throw the snowball again, they heard the noise once more. They both saw the big box under the Christmas tree move.
Usagi and Mamoru looked at each other, wondering if they should have a closer look.
They looked back at the box, which was still moving, and started to approach it carefully.
"Stay behind me, Odango." Mamoru whispered.
Usagi did what she was asked without complaining.
Mamoru opened the top of the box half-way, and did something he seemed to do a lot that night.
He gasped.
There, in the box, two corpses were laying side by side. He was about to open the box completly and see the second corpse of which he couldn't see the face yet, but he stopped when he took a good look at the one on the left. It was obviously a woman. Her long blond hair was done in two odango and she was dressed in a sailor fuku, just like Sailor Moon's. It could have been mistaken for the real Sailor Moon, but the tiara and the red and white things (AN: don't know what to call them...) on her odango were not there.
Mamoru saw right away that it was Usagi.
But what scared him the most was that she had a red rose piercing her heart, which was propably the cause of her death.
He looked questionningly at Usagi. Was she really Sailor Moon? What was the meaning of this?
Usagi looked terrified as she stared at the body of Sailor Moon. Then, looking even more terrified, she pointed the box with a shaking finger. Mamoru followed her finger with his eyes.
She was pointing at the part that he still had to uncover. He opened the box completly and his body tensed immediatly.
There, beside Usagi/Sailor Moon's dead body, was Tuxedo Kamen, without his hat and mask. There was a wide wound in his chest.
Neither wanted to ask the other if they were really who they were dressed as in the box, fearing that they would have to answer the same question.
Mamoru closed the box as fast as he could.
He had not seen that. It was all in his head.
But another look at Usagi proved him that she, too, had seen that horrible vision.
Quickly, they ran to the door. The only thing they were thinking about at the moment was to get out of the house as fast as possible even if that would make them lose their bets with their friends.
They opened the door, and stopped short. Simultaneously, they looked back at the room where they had just come from, and back again.
It was the same room.
Confused, they went in anyway, looking around curiously.
"This is the same room! " Usagi said, bewildered.
Mamoru said nothing. He didn't understand what was happenning. He was a man of science and logic. Yet, this place contradicted it all.
Usagi, for her part, was sure that the ghosts were playing games with them, and she didn't like that idea very much. She and Mamoru weren't a couple, but still... Maybe the ghosts that haunted this house had changed their pattern...
She started to panick once again.
Mamoru, sensing this, put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Odango, don't worry. I said I would protect you, and I meant it. I won't let anything happen to you. "
He smiled his best smile, to prove that she could trust him. And it worked.
She smiled back, closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder. She felt herself relax. She was just so tired. Being stuck in a haunted hause does that to you!
'Breathe Mamoru, she's just leaning on your shoulder no big deal... and her smile does not make you want to kiss her, it's all in your imagination. '
Usagi felt Mamoru stiffen, and looked up. Their eyes met and locked. Neither found the courage to look away. Unconsciously, Mamoru's head bent down, and they both closed their eyes. Ever so slowly, their lips met. For a moment, they remained unmoving, neither really knowing what to do, until Mamoru started to kiss her with more passion, to which Usagi wasn't able, and didn't want to resist to.
His arms encircled her waist while her hands came up to rest on his chest, where she could feel Mamoru's frenetic heartbeat.
Mamoru's legs almost gave out, but managed to stay standing, especially since Usagi's had and he had to support both of their weights. But he really didn't mind.
At that moment, Usagi realized that her heart was beating just as fast Mamoru's. In a small part of her brain that was somewhat still active, she also realized that maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all, and that, althought this was her first kiss and she was far from experianced, what she was feeling had to be love.
Their moment of bliss was cut short when they heard the door close with a loud noise.
Mamoru, after finally being able to think clearly again, went back to the door and opened it. He re-entered the other room to see if there was anyone, and the door closed again behind him, with Usagi on the other side. He tried to open it, but it was in vain.
I have more written, but I'm stuck. I just thought that it wasn't fair to leave you hanging for so long, so I seperated the chapter. But feedback might just help me to write some more... (my middle name is Subtle)
Thanks for reading!
Mata ne!
Disclaimer: again this year Santa-san decided not to give me the rights to BSSM, so I'll have to wait till next year. Until then, I'm just borrowing the characters. And the general idea belongs to Chris Carter (creator of The X-Files).
What he saw when he opened it (the door) made him gasp.
"What is it?" Usagi asked in a panicked voice.
Mamoru didn't answer. He was too awed by what was before him. It certainly was not what he had expected.
In the middle of the room, a big Chistmas tree stood. It was beautifully decorated. All the lights in the room were turned off, except for the colored ones in the tree. There were tinsel garlands in many colors, and fake snow that reflected the colored lights that hung in the tree. Under it, there was a huge gift that could have contained two or three persons if they were laying down.
The room was decorated as well. Miseltoe hung from the ceiling, figurines of Santa Claus stood everywhere, garlands hung from the ceiling and walls, some that met in the tree, and shiny white fake snow adorned the floor.
All in all, the room looked magical.
Usagi came up to Mamoru and gasped when she saw the havenly site.
Mamoru turned to her and asked:
"Are you sure noone lives here? "
Usagi, still shocked answered:
"Yeah, " then, she snapped out of her trance, and, while going inside the room, she continued as if it were obvious, "Who, in their right mind, would live in a cursed house? "
Mamoru sighed, exasperated. He was in love with her, but she could still be so annoying and stubborn. How could she really believe that there were ghosts flying around in the house?
"So, it's not only haunted, it's cursed too. "
"I told you before, every couple that has ever been here on Christmas Eve died. So it's cursed. "
Mamoru sighed again, and followed her in the room. He looked around.
It was reallly beautiful. 'But,' he wondered, 'how come it's decorated if it's been condemed for so long? And so well kept too? '
When he heard the lovely giggles of his no less lovely companion, he looked back at Usagi, and a loving smile broke on his face when he saw her childish attitude. She was playing in the fake snow.
How he wished he could be so carefree, too.
Usagi noticed that Mamoru was staring at her in a way that, for some reason, made her insides do weird things.
Behing her back, she gathered some snow in her hands, and in a sudden movement, she threw it at Mamoru's face.
Mamoru came out of his trance-like state when he felt a light pain in his face and focused on Usagi again. She was smiling innocently, but the mischevious glint in her eyes betrayed her. In that moment, Mamoru felt like a child, something he didn't even remember ever feeling. He bent down and took snow in his hands. As he was forming it into a ball, he said, teasingly:
"Oh, so you wanna play, Odango Atama? "
He was getting ready to throw his snowball, but a shuffling sound made him stop. He looked around, as did Usagi, but they couldn't locate from where it had come, so they thought that they had imagined it (AN: stupid thing to do when you're in a haunted house... ;o) ) and ignored it. When Mamoru was about to throw the snowball again, they heard the noise once more. They both saw the big box under the Christmas tree move.
Usagi and Mamoru looked at each other, wondering if they should have a closer look.
They looked back at the box, which was still moving, and started to approach it carefully.
"Stay behind me, Odango." Mamoru whispered.
Usagi did what she was asked without complaining.
Mamoru opened the top of the box half-way, and did something he seemed to do a lot that night.
He gasped.
There, in the box, two corpses were laying side by side. He was about to open the box completly and see the second corpse of which he couldn't see the face yet, but he stopped when he took a good look at the one on the left. It was obviously a woman. Her long blond hair was done in two odango and she was dressed in a sailor fuku, just like Sailor Moon's. It could have been mistaken for the real Sailor Moon, but the tiara and the red and white things (AN: don't know what to call them...) on her odango were not there.
Mamoru saw right away that it was Usagi.
But what scared him the most was that she had a red rose piercing her heart, which was propably the cause of her death.
He looked questionningly at Usagi. Was she really Sailor Moon? What was the meaning of this?
Usagi looked terrified as she stared at the body of Sailor Moon. Then, looking even more terrified, she pointed the box with a shaking finger. Mamoru followed her finger with his eyes.
She was pointing at the part that he still had to uncover. He opened the box completly and his body tensed immediatly.
There, beside Usagi/Sailor Moon's dead body, was Tuxedo Kamen, without his hat and mask. There was a wide wound in his chest.
Neither wanted to ask the other if they were really who they were dressed as in the box, fearing that they would have to answer the same question.
Mamoru closed the box as fast as he could.
He had not seen that. It was all in his head.
But another look at Usagi proved him that she, too, had seen that horrible vision.
Quickly, they ran to the door. The only thing they were thinking about at the moment was to get out of the house as fast as possible even if that would make them lose their bets with their friends.
They opened the door, and stopped short. Simultaneously, they looked back at the room where they had just come from, and back again.
It was the same room.
Confused, they went in anyway, looking around curiously.
"This is the same room! " Usagi said, bewildered.
Mamoru said nothing. He didn't understand what was happenning. He was a man of science and logic. Yet, this place contradicted it all.
Usagi, for her part, was sure that the ghosts were playing games with them, and she didn't like that idea very much. She and Mamoru weren't a couple, but still... Maybe the ghosts that haunted this house had changed their pattern...
She started to panick once again.
Mamoru, sensing this, put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Odango, don't worry. I said I would protect you, and I meant it. I won't let anything happen to you. "
He smiled his best smile, to prove that she could trust him. And it worked.
She smiled back, closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder. She felt herself relax. She was just so tired. Being stuck in a haunted hause does that to you!
'Breathe Mamoru, she's just leaning on your shoulder no big deal... and her smile does not make you want to kiss her, it's all in your imagination. '
Usagi felt Mamoru stiffen, and looked up. Their eyes met and locked. Neither found the courage to look away. Unconsciously, Mamoru's head bent down, and they both closed their eyes. Ever so slowly, their lips met. For a moment, they remained unmoving, neither really knowing what to do, until Mamoru started to kiss her with more passion, to which Usagi wasn't able, and didn't want to resist to.
His arms encircled her waist while her hands came up to rest on his chest, where she could feel Mamoru's frenetic heartbeat.
Mamoru's legs almost gave out, but managed to stay standing, especially since Usagi's had and he had to support both of their weights. But he really didn't mind.
At that moment, Usagi realized that her heart was beating just as fast Mamoru's. In a small part of her brain that was somewhat still active, she also realized that maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all, and that, althought this was her first kiss and she was far from experianced, what she was feeling had to be love.
Their moment of bliss was cut short when they heard the door close with a loud noise.
Mamoru, after finally being able to think clearly again, went back to the door and opened it. He re-entered the other room to see if there was anyone, and the door closed again behind him, with Usagi on the other side. He tried to open it, but it was in vain.
I have more written, but I'm stuck. I just thought that it wasn't fair to leave you hanging for so long, so I seperated the chapter. But feedback might just help me to write some more... (my middle name is Subtle)
Thanks for reading!
Mata ne!