Thanks for the reviews guys! To clarify some confusion…yeup, some of the movie's storyline were moments Usagi and Mamoru shared in their past. So, yes, Mamoru and Usagi did coincidentally meet in a hospital when they were little and the writers of the Sailor Moon movie decided to use this and other scenes from their lives for the movie plot.
Also, when the characters are acting for the movie, one can tell if their American names are used. i.e. Serena, Darien or Serenity and Endymion
BUT if their Japanese names are used (i.e. Usagi and Mamoru) that means it is reality, off the film set.
Hope that clears some confusion!
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"Take one!!"
"ACTION!!"
"You, idiot! Why don't you watch where you're going?!" screeched an annoyed voice.
"I was, but I guess you're just too fat to dodge completely!"
The girl's face grew red with anger. What a jerk.
"What, dumpling head? No comment?"
"I…" blonde pigtails swayed slightly against the fabric of Serena's skirt. The man before her raised an eyebrow slightly as an indication to continue with her words. He knew for a fact that the word "I" wasn't in that line.
She frowned, "Umm…" All the extras in the particular scene stopped. Everyone's expression turned confused as their lead actress bit her lip.
"What is it, Usagi?" asked the director from his chair.
"I forgot my lines." was all the worried girl could say.
If this was an anime, everyone would have fallen on their heads with their feet in the air or sweat dropped. But, alas, this was not. It was real life, with real actors and an actress who forgot her lines.
Now in the show, Usagi's character is, of course, one would say, a ditz who never studies nor does her homework for school. This is true for everyone every once in awhile, but in all actuality, Usagi took her job very seriously – well, as serious as someone like Usagi could get. Then again, it is common for someone to want to do well in something they have so much fun in, have so much pride in and have so much passion for. Usagi herself felt flustered and embarrassed with herself.
"Well…" trailed their director, "how about the hallways scene? Remember any of those?"
Usagi shook her head. Mamoru sighed. Usagi glared at Mamoru.
"How about…"
Usagi's co-star decided to cut in with, "Let's just do this another time and shoot in some scenes with Etsuko and Taku? I'm sure they wouldn't mind working today. Call them in." The producer quickly protested knowing the make up and costumes would take too long for their scenes as evil doers. The solution: another day off for everyone. This solution was a relief and added frustration to Usagi.
"You better take this day to get your lines together, Usagi," advised the cheery producer with a serious voice, "I know this hardly happens with you, but being the main heroine of the whole film, you can't just slack off, we still have a deadline." Usagi nodded and walked off. She just could not wait to wash off the golden-blonde dye from her long hair, the stuff always smelled.
Mamoru, of course caught up with her, though, much to her dismay.
"Is there something wrong, Usagi?" her eyebrow went up in a frown.
She answered back when he didn't respond to her implied eyebrow response, "It's none of your business at all."
"Oh? I don't see why not, when you're wasting my time out there. And, it's not everyday Tsukino Usagi messes up and forgets her lines," he paused to think, "in fact, I would've thought you finished memorizing the whole script by now."
Usagi's frown stayed strong. She did not have to stay and take the semi-indirect insults and began to shove past the frame of Mamoru who was still wearing that tacky green blazer he always had to wear. Usagi's hands bitterly itched to tear the horrendous green cloth and burn it. Blue would have been much better on him.
"Just get off my case, idiot," muttered Usagi. She was stopped, however, by Mamoru's stare. She did not see it, but she damn well felt it. Feeling Mamoru pull on her sleeve she turned slightly to the side and gave him a glance of annoyed curiosity.
"Let's go, Usagi," he said, "we've got lines to practice."
Usagi tilted her head to the side in silence.
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After looking for her sunglasses through her messy bag for awhile, Makoto triumphantly walked down a sidewalk with them on. Her brown hair down, she intended to go to a store and buy a new pack of hair ties. Like many females around the world, she hated the fact that hair ties either easily broke or easily get misplaced. She sighed happily while softly pushing some of her thick brown hair behind her right ear - she loved her hair down. She loved how it was always so soft and flew around her when the wind blew. But, it was always wise to wear one's hair up when baking.
"Oh, I'm sorry," her ears perked at the smooth, apologetic voice. She hardly felt the guy bump into her. 'At least some people have manners' she thought in her head as a picture of Usagi and Mamoru popped up in her mind.
A smile tugged at her lips.
"It's alright, it's half my fault, too, after all." was Makoto's polite reply.
She looked up at the stranger's face when he gasped and said her name. Green pupils were more visible as her eyes widened slightly.
"Nephrite!" Wow, she must have looked like a mess with her hair flying everywhere in the wind!
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"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name…" Usagi's dramatized arm movements exaggerated her unenthused tone of voice. Mamoru shot her a wary look and walked towards her.
"Let's be serious about this, dumpling head," he sat on the armchair diagonal to the couch the body of Usagi lay limp across. She slapped her face with her left hand in empty defeat.
"Whatever," came the muffled reply from under her small hand, "let's just get this whole thing over with."
Mamoru suppressed the small want to ask her once more, if something was wrong. Every once in awhile her eyes would well up and he did not like that one bit. Something was definitely on her mind.
"Oooooooookay!!! Let's get to it!!" screamed Usagi with energy as she suddenly got up, totally catching Mamoru off guard.
He would never get used to her change of moods. But, he usually appreciated her cheery days. She could be really cute sometimes.
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"And triumph over evil! And, that means you!" Sailor Moon finished her trademark proclamation of love and justice and pointed towards Mamoru, who merely lifted an eyebrow at her accusing pointing. He let a sigh release from his lips as she began to giggle at her corny excuse for a joke. Usagi's attractive lips curved into a smile from remembering all the practice and time it took just to perfect her stance before every battle as Sailor Moon.
"As if, meatball head! Tuxedo Mask is the last of your enemies…in fact, you're supposed to be drooling all over me and my dashing, good looks." He smiled matter-of-factly as Usagi childishly stuck her tongue out at him.
"How many times do I have to say it, idiot? Never gonna happen."
"Oh! Is this the part where I'm supposed to say 'never say never?'"
"As if, we're not acting here, Mamoru." Mamoru opened his mouth, most likely about to say something absolutely witty, offensive and/or harsh to Usagi. That is, until he was cut off by a loud noise that sounded somewhat like gurgling but deeper, more solid, more defined. Yes, the blush on Usagi's face proved his thought: she was most definitely hungry.
"Ah…Mamoru, I'm kinda hungry," she said lazily. The man at hand could only roll his deep blue eyes. Yea, right, go figure.
"Well, I'm not going to feed you, you're already fat enough as it is!" she opened her mouth a bit shocked, he almost sounded sincerely rude.
"Hmph, well, fine then." She began to pick up her purse and put on her jacket, it was getting a bit late anyways. They spent the last three hours rehearsing lines over and over and over. The lines were already imprinted in her memory so there was really no point for her to hang around anymore.
In the meantime, that very second, Mamoru felt like he could have slapped himself, what he really meant to say was, "hey, I'm hungry, too. I guess I could whip up something." But, no, being so used to insulting her he just had to say something the complete opposite. 'Oh, well,' was all he could think, 'it's not like I haven't said that before, she's used to it by now.' And the fact of the matter was, Usagi was used to it. She knew better than to take Mamoru seriously after all these years. He never intentionally…er…well he did, but, he never intentionally tried to hurt her hurt her, if the reader catches the narrator's drift.
"No wait, dumpling head," Usagi glared not at the nickname, but at Mamoru's tone of voice. Without a doubt he was about to apologize, invite her to eat or something of the sort. He closed his mouth at the sudden negative vibe she threw his way.
"Don't say it, Mamoru, I'm not going to accept an invite or an apology."
"Well, geez, I was just trying to be nice," was all Mamoru could say in defense. Usagi smirked a loose smirk.
"Ha! Well, 'geez,' I don't see any reason why you couldn't have invited me to eat before instead of insulting my weight so you wouldn't have to apologize in the first place? Hm? Now, THAT, idiot, would have been 'nice.'"
With those last words and Usagi having the last laugh she hastily put on her shoes with grace, opened the door, walked out and tripped flat on her face.
"Ow…" came out her muttered reply as she began to sit up, gold hair spilling all around her. She turned to give Mamoru a hard look when she heard him begin to laugh. But, when her eyes met his, he quickly slammed the door in front of her face still laughing with that rich and deep laughter of his. And, she all but could blush delicately with anger and embarrassment. The light red hue touched cutely over her slightly pale cheeks and nose. She hadn't had a trip like that in years!
"Hmph. I guess the idiot does get the last laugh, after all."
Mamoru smirked triumphantly when he heard this. The last time she had a klutz attack like that was the last time they practiced lines together, just the two of them about two years ago, more or less.
Good times, he thought, it was always a pleasure.
Usagi, however, was scolding herself never to forget her lines ever again, more or less rehearse lines with Mamoru one-on-one.
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another confusion, it IS a mamoru/usagi fic! :)
sorry it took so long folks. :( a lot has happened, and I didn't have that much time. But, I promise, I'm gonna be more dedicated to the story! Eheh.
Again, I hope you liked it! It's not bad, I suppose :p .
thanks for the reviews, guys!
piss out and nadja trips out!
Also, when the characters are acting for the movie, one can tell if their American names are used. i.e. Serena, Darien or Serenity and Endymion
BUT if their Japanese names are used (i.e. Usagi and Mamoru) that means it is reality, off the film set.
Hope that clears some confusion!
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"Take one!!"
"ACTION!!"
"You, idiot! Why don't you watch where you're going?!" screeched an annoyed voice.
"I was, but I guess you're just too fat to dodge completely!"
The girl's face grew red with anger. What a jerk.
"What, dumpling head? No comment?"
"I…" blonde pigtails swayed slightly against the fabric of Serena's skirt. The man before her raised an eyebrow slightly as an indication to continue with her words. He knew for a fact that the word "I" wasn't in that line.
She frowned, "Umm…" All the extras in the particular scene stopped. Everyone's expression turned confused as their lead actress bit her lip.
"What is it, Usagi?" asked the director from his chair.
"I forgot my lines." was all the worried girl could say.
If this was an anime, everyone would have fallen on their heads with their feet in the air or sweat dropped. But, alas, this was not. It was real life, with real actors and an actress who forgot her lines.
Now in the show, Usagi's character is, of course, one would say, a ditz who never studies nor does her homework for school. This is true for everyone every once in awhile, but in all actuality, Usagi took her job very seriously – well, as serious as someone like Usagi could get. Then again, it is common for someone to want to do well in something they have so much fun in, have so much pride in and have so much passion for. Usagi herself felt flustered and embarrassed with herself.
"Well…" trailed their director, "how about the hallways scene? Remember any of those?"
Usagi shook her head. Mamoru sighed. Usagi glared at Mamoru.
"How about…"
Usagi's co-star decided to cut in with, "Let's just do this another time and shoot in some scenes with Etsuko and Taku? I'm sure they wouldn't mind working today. Call them in." The producer quickly protested knowing the make up and costumes would take too long for their scenes as evil doers. The solution: another day off for everyone. This solution was a relief and added frustration to Usagi.
"You better take this day to get your lines together, Usagi," advised the cheery producer with a serious voice, "I know this hardly happens with you, but being the main heroine of the whole film, you can't just slack off, we still have a deadline." Usagi nodded and walked off. She just could not wait to wash off the golden-blonde dye from her long hair, the stuff always smelled.
Mamoru, of course caught up with her, though, much to her dismay.
"Is there something wrong, Usagi?" her eyebrow went up in a frown.
She answered back when he didn't respond to her implied eyebrow response, "It's none of your business at all."
"Oh? I don't see why not, when you're wasting my time out there. And, it's not everyday Tsukino Usagi messes up and forgets her lines," he paused to think, "in fact, I would've thought you finished memorizing the whole script by now."
Usagi's frown stayed strong. She did not have to stay and take the semi-indirect insults and began to shove past the frame of Mamoru who was still wearing that tacky green blazer he always had to wear. Usagi's hands bitterly itched to tear the horrendous green cloth and burn it. Blue would have been much better on him.
"Just get off my case, idiot," muttered Usagi. She was stopped, however, by Mamoru's stare. She did not see it, but she damn well felt it. Feeling Mamoru pull on her sleeve she turned slightly to the side and gave him a glance of annoyed curiosity.
"Let's go, Usagi," he said, "we've got lines to practice."
Usagi tilted her head to the side in silence.
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After looking for her sunglasses through her messy bag for awhile, Makoto triumphantly walked down a sidewalk with them on. Her brown hair down, she intended to go to a store and buy a new pack of hair ties. Like many females around the world, she hated the fact that hair ties either easily broke or easily get misplaced. She sighed happily while softly pushing some of her thick brown hair behind her right ear - she loved her hair down. She loved how it was always so soft and flew around her when the wind blew. But, it was always wise to wear one's hair up when baking.
"Oh, I'm sorry," her ears perked at the smooth, apologetic voice. She hardly felt the guy bump into her. 'At least some people have manners' she thought in her head as a picture of Usagi and Mamoru popped up in her mind.
A smile tugged at her lips.
"It's alright, it's half my fault, too, after all." was Makoto's polite reply.
She looked up at the stranger's face when he gasped and said her name. Green pupils were more visible as her eyes widened slightly.
"Nephrite!" Wow, she must have looked like a mess with her hair flying everywhere in the wind!
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"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name…" Usagi's dramatized arm movements exaggerated her unenthused tone of voice. Mamoru shot her a wary look and walked towards her.
"Let's be serious about this, dumpling head," he sat on the armchair diagonal to the couch the body of Usagi lay limp across. She slapped her face with her left hand in empty defeat.
"Whatever," came the muffled reply from under her small hand, "let's just get this whole thing over with."
Mamoru suppressed the small want to ask her once more, if something was wrong. Every once in awhile her eyes would well up and he did not like that one bit. Something was definitely on her mind.
"Oooooooookay!!! Let's get to it!!" screamed Usagi with energy as she suddenly got up, totally catching Mamoru off guard.
He would never get used to her change of moods. But, he usually appreciated her cheery days. She could be really cute sometimes.
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"And triumph over evil! And, that means you!" Sailor Moon finished her trademark proclamation of love and justice and pointed towards Mamoru, who merely lifted an eyebrow at her accusing pointing. He let a sigh release from his lips as she began to giggle at her corny excuse for a joke. Usagi's attractive lips curved into a smile from remembering all the practice and time it took just to perfect her stance before every battle as Sailor Moon.
"As if, meatball head! Tuxedo Mask is the last of your enemies…in fact, you're supposed to be drooling all over me and my dashing, good looks." He smiled matter-of-factly as Usagi childishly stuck her tongue out at him.
"How many times do I have to say it, idiot? Never gonna happen."
"Oh! Is this the part where I'm supposed to say 'never say never?'"
"As if, we're not acting here, Mamoru." Mamoru opened his mouth, most likely about to say something absolutely witty, offensive and/or harsh to Usagi. That is, until he was cut off by a loud noise that sounded somewhat like gurgling but deeper, more solid, more defined. Yes, the blush on Usagi's face proved his thought: she was most definitely hungry.
"Ah…Mamoru, I'm kinda hungry," she said lazily. The man at hand could only roll his deep blue eyes. Yea, right, go figure.
"Well, I'm not going to feed you, you're already fat enough as it is!" she opened her mouth a bit shocked, he almost sounded sincerely rude.
"Hmph, well, fine then." She began to pick up her purse and put on her jacket, it was getting a bit late anyways. They spent the last three hours rehearsing lines over and over and over. The lines were already imprinted in her memory so there was really no point for her to hang around anymore.
In the meantime, that very second, Mamoru felt like he could have slapped himself, what he really meant to say was, "hey, I'm hungry, too. I guess I could whip up something." But, no, being so used to insulting her he just had to say something the complete opposite. 'Oh, well,' was all he could think, 'it's not like I haven't said that before, she's used to it by now.' And the fact of the matter was, Usagi was used to it. She knew better than to take Mamoru seriously after all these years. He never intentionally…er…well he did, but, he never intentionally tried to hurt her hurt her, if the reader catches the narrator's drift.
"No wait, dumpling head," Usagi glared not at the nickname, but at Mamoru's tone of voice. Without a doubt he was about to apologize, invite her to eat or something of the sort. He closed his mouth at the sudden negative vibe she threw his way.
"Don't say it, Mamoru, I'm not going to accept an invite or an apology."
"Well, geez, I was just trying to be nice," was all Mamoru could say in defense. Usagi smirked a loose smirk.
"Ha! Well, 'geez,' I don't see any reason why you couldn't have invited me to eat before instead of insulting my weight so you wouldn't have to apologize in the first place? Hm? Now, THAT, idiot, would have been 'nice.'"
With those last words and Usagi having the last laugh she hastily put on her shoes with grace, opened the door, walked out and tripped flat on her face.
"Ow…" came out her muttered reply as she began to sit up, gold hair spilling all around her. She turned to give Mamoru a hard look when she heard him begin to laugh. But, when her eyes met his, he quickly slammed the door in front of her face still laughing with that rich and deep laughter of his. And, she all but could blush delicately with anger and embarrassment. The light red hue touched cutely over her slightly pale cheeks and nose. She hadn't had a trip like that in years!
"Hmph. I guess the idiot does get the last laugh, after all."
Mamoru smirked triumphantly when he heard this. The last time she had a klutz attack like that was the last time they practiced lines together, just the two of them about two years ago, more or less.
Good times, he thought, it was always a pleasure.
Usagi, however, was scolding herself never to forget her lines ever again, more or less rehearse lines with Mamoru one-on-one.
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another confusion, it IS a mamoru/usagi fic! :)
sorry it took so long folks. :( a lot has happened, and I didn't have that much time. But, I promise, I'm gonna be more dedicated to the story! Eheh.
Again, I hope you liked it! It's not bad, I suppose :p .
thanks for the reviews, guys!
piss out and nadja trips out!