FINALLY! An update! Hehe, enjoy, loves!
Sorry, guys, I'll try and make this a little easier to follow and less choppy. :)
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Mamoru's eyebrows furrowed in frustrated contemplation as he slept. A light sweat covered his body long before the dream began. Again, after so long, he dreamt Usagi, the clumsy, cheery, silver-haired woman, was a princess in distress. Her eyes shined with layers of tears as she stared at him longingly, painfully, sadly. He could all but feel his chest and heart tighten at the pleading gaze she placed on him. It pleaded for him to come to her and save her, to make those eyes happy once more. He knew all too well they were once happy together, he could just feel it.
"Princess," his deep, royal voice breathed. Of course, like always, she could never hear, but she knew he was there. He knew that she knew he was listening to her cry and feeling her very pain. He could always feel her pain.
His blue eyes began to tear as she once again asked for him to bring her the crystal. Then and only then would she be free. He always wondered why she needed it.
"Where can I find it, my lady?" Mamoru, in that half subconscious self that was aware of his dreaming state thought on how he'd never ever really say "my lady." But, it was a dream, and he always called his princess anything graceful and fitting but her name. He never knew her name and probably never will.
"Please…I'll rescue you, I promise. Don't cry, princess!"
Mamoru all of a sudden woke up. Although the princess was gorgeous and elegant in a way Usagi wasn't to Mamoru, he knew full well that she was the split image of her. All Mamoru wanted to know, though, was why.
He blinked. That was one long nap.
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"Ah…ah…choo!" Although sneezes hardly ever sound like "achoo" Usagi did in fact sneeze a very loud, feminine sneeze. She shook her head trying to clear out the funny feeling sneezes always gave her.
"Bless you," grinned Makoto.
"Thanks," was all Usagi said as she started to blow her nose.
"You know, there's a saying that whenever you sneeze, that means someone's thinking about you."
"Hm…" Usagi blew into her tissue. She immediately thought of Makoto and waited for her to sneeze.
She didn't.
'Well,' thought Usagi smugly, 'guess I proved that one wrong, didn't I?" she was indeed feeling a bit sarcastic and spaced out while Makoto was talking excitedly. She acted like she was paying attention however, in the way that she always did. Staring dully right at Makoto's eyes she nodded every once in awhile. Making eye contact was a sure sign that she was paying attention and a few nods here and there added little emphasis. She made sure to listen to her friend's tone of voice to know exactly when to zone back in.
Her mind began to wander into her love life. Kiyoshi and she weren't doing so well, that was for sure. Every time she was around him she felt like crying, their conversations were dull and short, she felt wrong kissing him now and the worst was she knew she deserved better every single time. And, the last thought made her feel a bit selfish, because she loved him and love should not be selfish in such a way.
Usagi's lips twitched as she suppressed a yawn. She did not want to be completely rude to Makoto now by making her feel boring. Anyways, yes, Usagi loved her somewhat long time boyfriend, Kiyoshi, and she would not feel right with herself if she just gave up on him. After all, she'd feel pretty damn selfish and silly if she wanted to call it quits just because they were at a low point, because, relationships are all about experiencing the highs and lows. Through good times and in bad times, right? Through thick and thin, blah blah blah blah. All Usagi was sure of was that she was in it alone and that a relationship was meant for two. And, Kiyoshi was not putting up a fight to be with her.
"Oh, and by the way Usagi, your cat Luna really talks, she told me you liked to dance around your house in the nude while singing the song 'Erotic City'" said Makoto dully knowing full well Usagi hadn't heard a word she said.
Usagi blinked up in surprise. Her light blue eyes darkened in slight confusion. Was it mentioned that Usagi's disguised look of paying attention never worked on her friends?
Usagi sneezed once again and Makoto giggled.
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"Erotic city can't you see…thoughts of pretty you and me…hmmhmmhm….argh!!" Usagi was going crazy with the song stuck in her head. Although she rather liked the catchy tune, she all but wished for something new to be stuck in her head. Well, at least she wasn't thinking about Kiyoshi again, whom she tried to get out of her head constantly throughout the day. She spit and rinsed her toothbrush. After gargling she washed her face and wiped it.
"Stupid song…" her eyes delicately glanced at her clock. She had all this pent up energy and wondered why she was already going to bed. It is routine to go to sleep after one brushes his or her teeth…but…
"Aw…what the hell!" exclaimed the excited girl already in her pajamas. She was going to go out for a walk or something. After all, it was only eleven at night. She didn't have to be awake till seven thirty in the morning. Thus, she began to change.
Her phone rang.
"Hello? No, I'm not interested you idiot, I'm just about to go to bed."
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Usagi's lips were forced to part by a powerful, heavy sigh of misery.
"Oh, come on, dumpling head, I'm not that bad of company, am I?"
Usagi looked up silently and continued to stare at the ground with a "you'd be surprised" posture. They were just walking around a park near their old university. There was hardly any wind but the air felt moist. This was the time of night when bugs chirped or buzzed or made whatever sound they make. This was the time of night when the stars were particularly bright even with city lights downstairs trying to hide their luster.
The two were dressed casually. Mamoru quickly took notice of how Usagi's hair shined silver in the night whereas during the day it held a shine of gold under the sun. He never liked her having to dye her hair blonde for Sailor Moon. He was glad she didn't agree to permanently dying it that color. As he continued to look at the fountain of hair that slid from Usagi's head, Mamoru wondered just how long it takes her to wash out all the dye after filming. She had a lot of hair after all.
"I had the dream again," Mamoru shot out suddenly as they walked off the paved path in the park.
Usagi silently took off her sandals to feel the cool grass under her feet and in between her toes. Mamoru smiled at her slight smile. He would never ever deny to himself that she was cute. He shook his head, 'She's so childish.'
"Did I die again this time?" Mamoru laughed at this. Usagi began to walk around in a circle.
"You know, I wouldn't be around you at all if you did."
Ah, yes. Was it mentioned that a few years back, Mr. Chiba had a dreadful dream, or shall it be corrected, dreams, as in plural, that the wonderful dumpling head passed on to the after life for the sole reason of him being around her? Absurd, right? One could only imagine the lengths the sleep-craved man went through to avoid Usagi during that period of time. Those dreams scared him senseless. Usagi giggled. It was especially hard since they had rehearsals everyday. He skipped a whole week and a half just so he wouldn't see her! And, sadly, because of this, he lost his part in the act for his absence.
"Did you ever forgive me for losing your role?"
"Well, that depends, did you ever forgive me for, and I quote," Mamoru coughed and looked seriously at Usagi, "hating you so much that I wished you were dead!?"
"Heyyy! My voice isn't that annoyingly high!" Usagi laid down on the grass. Why did she agree to hang out with Mamoru again?
"You'd be surprised."
"Whatever," muttered Usagi as she sat down and lay on her back, her big grey sweater wrinkling slightly. Mamoru followed her suit.
"I wish everyone were back here."
Mamoru stared at the stars and sighed. He thought of everyone and the last time they saw each other.
"They'll be back. And, besides, it hasn't been dreadfully, painstakingly long since they've been gone."
Usagi's eyes glared at the sky, "that's easy for you to say. They weren't your best friends and confidents. All I have is Makoto to turn to now. Granted, I love her to death, but I miss everyone else's insights. I mean, don't you miss Motoki being around?"
Mamoru dropped the grass he was pulling out from the earth carelessly.
"Yea, I guess. It's always been hard to talk to other people besides them about personal subjects."
"As if it'd matter, you never really let out your 'personal' stuff. Always keeping everything to yourself! As if no one's ever good enough to give you advice or comfort you… HEY!" Usagi coughed and spit out grass from her mouth.
"Mamoru, you jerk!" Usagi ripped out grass like mad and launched the pieces and clumps towards the grinning, dark-haired offender. She stopped when the green objects only reached halfway to their destination before falling back to where they came from. She cursed and began to laugh as Mamoru's fingers tickled her sides. His blue eyes shined.
"NO! IDIOT!!" she gasped for air and kicked around mercilessly, "I…can't breathe!"
"Come on, meatball head, you can take it!" Mamoru began to tickle faster and Usagi began to squirm desperately away from his clutches.
"STOP!!!!" Usagi's legs kicked Mamoru away, as gently as she could. The next thing Mamoru saw was Usagi's hand stuffing grass into his mouth.
"Owowowwwowwwwwww! You bit my pinky!" Usagi said as she quickly retreated her small finger into her mouth. Mamoru spit out grass and saliva continuously before looking at the vexed girl glaring at him.
"You started it," was all he claimed in defense.
Usagi's blue eyes rolled as she lay back down on the grass swiftly, pinky in mouth still, "how mature of you to say."
"Ha…" Mamoru looked at Usagi and lay down on the grass again, "On a 'mature' note, if you ever want another insight, meatball head, I'm always around to give one."
Usagi's head tilted as she stared at Mamoru staring at the heavens. He looked calm as the shadows of night danced all over his features. She never really tried to confide in Mamoru at all. After all, he wasn't the nicest person to her, what comfort could he ever offer to her? She sighed contently and looked away from the dark figure next to her. She felt his movements as he tried to adjust his comfort level on the soft grass but hard ground. But, he did sound perfectly sincere despite his mocking tone.
"Okay." Usagi closed her eyes and thought about scenarios in which she asked Mamoru for advice – it was just weird to her. She always thought Mamoru as the kind of guy to…
"ACHOO!" Mamoru was sitting up quickly and rubbing under his nose with his finger as he looked at the laughing Usagi a little bit confused. What was so funny? All he did was sneeze.
"Stupid allergies," he mumbled as he felt the second sneeze that always came after the first one lingering.
Usagi continued to laugh. May be Makoto's sneeze saying was right.
"Mamoru, did you know there's a saying that whenever you sneeze someone's thinking about you?"
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THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!!! I HAVE an even 100 now!! YAYY!!!!
heehee, thanks mae-E! for being my 100th reviewer. but, I'd like to thank everyone, even people who only read the summary of the story! :)
i wish for you all to know how much I appreciate you and how happy I am to be writing this story! hehe, hurrah!
Until next time!
piss out and nadja trips out :p
Sorry, guys, I'll try and make this a little easier to follow and less choppy. :)
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Mamoru's eyebrows furrowed in frustrated contemplation as he slept. A light sweat covered his body long before the dream began. Again, after so long, he dreamt Usagi, the clumsy, cheery, silver-haired woman, was a princess in distress. Her eyes shined with layers of tears as she stared at him longingly, painfully, sadly. He could all but feel his chest and heart tighten at the pleading gaze she placed on him. It pleaded for him to come to her and save her, to make those eyes happy once more. He knew all too well they were once happy together, he could just feel it.
"Princess," his deep, royal voice breathed. Of course, like always, she could never hear, but she knew he was there. He knew that she knew he was listening to her cry and feeling her very pain. He could always feel her pain.
His blue eyes began to tear as she once again asked for him to bring her the crystal. Then and only then would she be free. He always wondered why she needed it.
"Where can I find it, my lady?" Mamoru, in that half subconscious self that was aware of his dreaming state thought on how he'd never ever really say "my lady." But, it was a dream, and he always called his princess anything graceful and fitting but her name. He never knew her name and probably never will.
"Please…I'll rescue you, I promise. Don't cry, princess!"
Mamoru all of a sudden woke up. Although the princess was gorgeous and elegant in a way Usagi wasn't to Mamoru, he knew full well that she was the split image of her. All Mamoru wanted to know, though, was why.
He blinked. That was one long nap.
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"Ah…ah…choo!" Although sneezes hardly ever sound like "achoo" Usagi did in fact sneeze a very loud, feminine sneeze. She shook her head trying to clear out the funny feeling sneezes always gave her.
"Bless you," grinned Makoto.
"Thanks," was all Usagi said as she started to blow her nose.
"You know, there's a saying that whenever you sneeze, that means someone's thinking about you."
"Hm…" Usagi blew into her tissue. She immediately thought of Makoto and waited for her to sneeze.
She didn't.
'Well,' thought Usagi smugly, 'guess I proved that one wrong, didn't I?" she was indeed feeling a bit sarcastic and spaced out while Makoto was talking excitedly. She acted like she was paying attention however, in the way that she always did. Staring dully right at Makoto's eyes she nodded every once in awhile. Making eye contact was a sure sign that she was paying attention and a few nods here and there added little emphasis. She made sure to listen to her friend's tone of voice to know exactly when to zone back in.
Her mind began to wander into her love life. Kiyoshi and she weren't doing so well, that was for sure. Every time she was around him she felt like crying, their conversations were dull and short, she felt wrong kissing him now and the worst was she knew she deserved better every single time. And, the last thought made her feel a bit selfish, because she loved him and love should not be selfish in such a way.
Usagi's lips twitched as she suppressed a yawn. She did not want to be completely rude to Makoto now by making her feel boring. Anyways, yes, Usagi loved her somewhat long time boyfriend, Kiyoshi, and she would not feel right with herself if she just gave up on him. After all, she'd feel pretty damn selfish and silly if she wanted to call it quits just because they were at a low point, because, relationships are all about experiencing the highs and lows. Through good times and in bad times, right? Through thick and thin, blah blah blah blah. All Usagi was sure of was that she was in it alone and that a relationship was meant for two. And, Kiyoshi was not putting up a fight to be with her.
"Oh, and by the way Usagi, your cat Luna really talks, she told me you liked to dance around your house in the nude while singing the song 'Erotic City'" said Makoto dully knowing full well Usagi hadn't heard a word she said.
Usagi blinked up in surprise. Her light blue eyes darkened in slight confusion. Was it mentioned that Usagi's disguised look of paying attention never worked on her friends?
Usagi sneezed once again and Makoto giggled.
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"Erotic city can't you see…thoughts of pretty you and me…hmmhmmhm….argh!!" Usagi was going crazy with the song stuck in her head. Although she rather liked the catchy tune, she all but wished for something new to be stuck in her head. Well, at least she wasn't thinking about Kiyoshi again, whom she tried to get out of her head constantly throughout the day. She spit and rinsed her toothbrush. After gargling she washed her face and wiped it.
"Stupid song…" her eyes delicately glanced at her clock. She had all this pent up energy and wondered why she was already going to bed. It is routine to go to sleep after one brushes his or her teeth…but…
"Aw…what the hell!" exclaimed the excited girl already in her pajamas. She was going to go out for a walk or something. After all, it was only eleven at night. She didn't have to be awake till seven thirty in the morning. Thus, she began to change.
Her phone rang.
"Hello? No, I'm not interested you idiot, I'm just about to go to bed."
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Usagi's lips were forced to part by a powerful, heavy sigh of misery.
"Oh, come on, dumpling head, I'm not that bad of company, am I?"
Usagi looked up silently and continued to stare at the ground with a "you'd be surprised" posture. They were just walking around a park near their old university. There was hardly any wind but the air felt moist. This was the time of night when bugs chirped or buzzed or made whatever sound they make. This was the time of night when the stars were particularly bright even with city lights downstairs trying to hide their luster.
The two were dressed casually. Mamoru quickly took notice of how Usagi's hair shined silver in the night whereas during the day it held a shine of gold under the sun. He never liked her having to dye her hair blonde for Sailor Moon. He was glad she didn't agree to permanently dying it that color. As he continued to look at the fountain of hair that slid from Usagi's head, Mamoru wondered just how long it takes her to wash out all the dye after filming. She had a lot of hair after all.
"I had the dream again," Mamoru shot out suddenly as they walked off the paved path in the park.
Usagi silently took off her sandals to feel the cool grass under her feet and in between her toes. Mamoru smiled at her slight smile. He would never ever deny to himself that she was cute. He shook his head, 'She's so childish.'
"Did I die again this time?" Mamoru laughed at this. Usagi began to walk around in a circle.
"You know, I wouldn't be around you at all if you did."
Ah, yes. Was it mentioned that a few years back, Mr. Chiba had a dreadful dream, or shall it be corrected, dreams, as in plural, that the wonderful dumpling head passed on to the after life for the sole reason of him being around her? Absurd, right? One could only imagine the lengths the sleep-craved man went through to avoid Usagi during that period of time. Those dreams scared him senseless. Usagi giggled. It was especially hard since they had rehearsals everyday. He skipped a whole week and a half just so he wouldn't see her! And, sadly, because of this, he lost his part in the act for his absence.
"Did you ever forgive me for losing your role?"
"Well, that depends, did you ever forgive me for, and I quote," Mamoru coughed and looked seriously at Usagi, "hating you so much that I wished you were dead!?"
"Heyyy! My voice isn't that annoyingly high!" Usagi laid down on the grass. Why did she agree to hang out with Mamoru again?
"You'd be surprised."
"Whatever," muttered Usagi as she sat down and lay on her back, her big grey sweater wrinkling slightly. Mamoru followed her suit.
"I wish everyone were back here."
Mamoru stared at the stars and sighed. He thought of everyone and the last time they saw each other.
"They'll be back. And, besides, it hasn't been dreadfully, painstakingly long since they've been gone."
Usagi's eyes glared at the sky, "that's easy for you to say. They weren't your best friends and confidents. All I have is Makoto to turn to now. Granted, I love her to death, but I miss everyone else's insights. I mean, don't you miss Motoki being around?"
Mamoru dropped the grass he was pulling out from the earth carelessly.
"Yea, I guess. It's always been hard to talk to other people besides them about personal subjects."
"As if it'd matter, you never really let out your 'personal' stuff. Always keeping everything to yourself! As if no one's ever good enough to give you advice or comfort you… HEY!" Usagi coughed and spit out grass from her mouth.
"Mamoru, you jerk!" Usagi ripped out grass like mad and launched the pieces and clumps towards the grinning, dark-haired offender. She stopped when the green objects only reached halfway to their destination before falling back to where they came from. She cursed and began to laugh as Mamoru's fingers tickled her sides. His blue eyes shined.
"NO! IDIOT!!" she gasped for air and kicked around mercilessly, "I…can't breathe!"
"Come on, meatball head, you can take it!" Mamoru began to tickle faster and Usagi began to squirm desperately away from his clutches.
"STOP!!!!" Usagi's legs kicked Mamoru away, as gently as she could. The next thing Mamoru saw was Usagi's hand stuffing grass into his mouth.
"Owowowwwowwwwwww! You bit my pinky!" Usagi said as she quickly retreated her small finger into her mouth. Mamoru spit out grass and saliva continuously before looking at the vexed girl glaring at him.
"You started it," was all he claimed in defense.
Usagi's blue eyes rolled as she lay back down on the grass swiftly, pinky in mouth still, "how mature of you to say."
"Ha…" Mamoru looked at Usagi and lay down on the grass again, "On a 'mature' note, if you ever want another insight, meatball head, I'm always around to give one."
Usagi's head tilted as she stared at Mamoru staring at the heavens. He looked calm as the shadows of night danced all over his features. She never really tried to confide in Mamoru at all. After all, he wasn't the nicest person to her, what comfort could he ever offer to her? She sighed contently and looked away from the dark figure next to her. She felt his movements as he tried to adjust his comfort level on the soft grass but hard ground. But, he did sound perfectly sincere despite his mocking tone.
"Okay." Usagi closed her eyes and thought about scenarios in which she asked Mamoru for advice – it was just weird to her. She always thought Mamoru as the kind of guy to…
"ACHOO!" Mamoru was sitting up quickly and rubbing under his nose with his finger as he looked at the laughing Usagi a little bit confused. What was so funny? All he did was sneeze.
"Stupid allergies," he mumbled as he felt the second sneeze that always came after the first one lingering.
Usagi continued to laugh. May be Makoto's sneeze saying was right.
"Mamoru, did you know there's a saying that whenever you sneeze someone's thinking about you?"
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THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!!! I HAVE an even 100 now!! YAYY!!!!
heehee, thanks mae-E! for being my 100th reviewer. but, I'd like to thank everyone, even people who only read the summary of the story! :)
i wish for you all to know how much I appreciate you and how happy I am to be writing this story! hehe, hurrah!
Until next time!
piss out and nadja trips out :p