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Disclaimer: Sailor Mood does not belong to me. University has taken all of my money so even if you sued me, I'd have no money to give you.

Note: This is in an alternate universe. Usagi is not "stupid" as you will find out soon enough. For the sake of the story, I'm making Usagi 17 years old (so are all the other girls) and Mamoru will be 3 years older (I do believe that's how it was in the manga) and in university.


PART I

Sick...I hate being sick! Stuffy running nose…dry throat that feels like there's a hair ball in it…and sleepless nights…

"Get plenty of fluids and sleep," says everyone. But how can I sleep when I'm plagued with coughs and a stuffed up node! Argh! And now I can't even try to concentrate on my work! Yes…as surprising as it is, I do try…why I don't get what the teacher says is beyond me.

Or maybe not. I decided to take things into my own hands a fewcouple of weeks ago. With the money that I saved up (yes…saved up. I don't blow ALL of my allowance!), I bought some books and workbooks on the stuff that we're learning. I thought that maybe, if I don't get how the teacher is explaining it, I could learn it on my own, in a different way. No, I'm not totally brain-dead even if I act like it sometimes. So I've been "self-studying" for the past two weeks and surprisingly enough (even to me), I actually understand the stuff! So I've actually been able to do the work that the teachers are assigning. Seeing their facial expressions when I actually hand in homework is absolutely PRICELESS! I try so hard not to laugh or even crack a smile in front of them. Of course they didn't believe it, which kind of hurts, mind you, but it wasn't totally unexpected since, until now, I've never really applied myself.

But now…I'm sick…stupid cold! I really won't be able to concentrate. Sigh. Guess there's no helping it. Yawn. I look at the clock; it's 10:00. I look at my books, but everything looks like a foreign language to me right now. Looks like I won't be doing any work now. I close my books and put them aside on my table. Jumping into bed, I pull my blanket over me and hope that I can actually get a decent amount of sleep tonight. Yawn. Guess I'm sleepier than I thought…


A knock sounds on my door. "Honey, wake up!" calls Mom. I grunt a little, but I don't think my mom heard me. She knocks one more time before coming in and right away she hears me sniffling. "Poor baby," she says before putting her hand on my forehead. "My goodness, you're burning up!" She rushes to the washroom and brings in the thermometer. Sticking it into my mouth, she tells me not to move it and walks back into the washroom. I hear the water faucet running and as she comes back in, the stick in my mouth starts beeping. Setting the bowl she was holding on my night table, she takes the thermometer and checks my temperature.

"38.9º! Honey, you are staying home today! I don't care what you say, you are staying in that bed and getting some well-deserved rest, do you hear me?" she says…well, make that orders. She takes the small cloth in the bowl, folds it and puts it on my forehead. It's cold, but it's getting warm pretty fast. Mom is saying something, but I can't make it out. I can feel my eyelids drooping and…good night.


I open my eyes and look towards my window. I thought it would still be daytime, but it's dark outside. What time is it? I turn and look at my clock; bright numbers flash in front of my eyes and they read 2:14 AM. I was about to get up for a glass of water until I noticed a covered glass with a straw on my table, next to the clock. Mom thinks of everything. I sit up a little. Crack Wait, that didn't sounds right. I turn my head so I can see the glass on my night stand, but OW! I'm pretty sure my neck was NOT supposed to do that! Well, at least I got my water. I slide back into bed and pull up my blanket all the way to my nose. There's no point in my staying up at , I look at the clock, 3:03 in the morning. Sleep is good…
Hm…what's that smell? Slowly I force my eyes open and…I stare. Blink blink It's not going away. I pinch myself, half expecting the pain to bring me back to reality. No such luck. It's still there. Or rather, they're still there. I look around my room. What in the world…! Ok, you're probably wondering what's gotten me so…surprised, right? Well there are a few things actually. First, there are balloons on my ceiling, helium balloons to be precise since I can see some floating around. The second thing I see everywhere, on my window sill, desk, table and book shelf, are sunflowers, big sunflowers. And the last think I see, and feel too, is this HUGE "Get Well Soon" teddy bear that's around my arm; it's sooooo cute!

Back to the "problem" at hand. Who in the world did this? And right on cue, Mom walks in with a bowl in a tray which, I'm guessing, contains yummy chicken noodle soup!

"I see that you're awake, Sweetie. Did you have a nice rest? I was a little worried since you were out the whole day yesterday."

I smile at Mom while she puts the tray on my nightstand and puts my teddy bear on the floor by the bed. I can still see the head, it's THAT big. That reminds me…

"Mom, who did this?" I look around, indicating the "redecorating" of my room. She looks at me with this astonished expression and tells me that she doesn't know. Wait a second. She has a glint in her eyes, a glint which I'm not quite sure I like. What is she up to? I look around again. I know Mom didn't do this, it's not her style (she'll usually just cook lots and lots of yummy food drool). So…she probably knows who did it, but she's not going to tell me. How to figure it out? grumble grumble I'll figure it out later, but first, time for food. I'm starving (hey! I haven't eaten for almost two days!). I grab the soup from the tray while Mom helps steady my hands so that I don't spill.

Mom just left my room with the tray. Man that was good! I look at the small pile of books that's on my table on the other side of my bed. I'm not going to have much to do since Mom says that I'm to stay in bead for another day so I guess I might as well try to study. I grab my books and spread them on my bed. I try to review the chapters I had previously studied, but my eyes keep wandering to the balloons and sunflowers and not to mention my teddy bear either. Stop thinking about it! Easier said that done. My mind decides not to listen to me today and tries to figure out who did this.

Alright…let's see:

Mom: rule her out; not her style

The girls? Shouldn't be or else Mom would've told me by now. I mean, why would they want to keep it from me?

Motoki-niisan? Nah, he wouldn't know how to do this…or maybe Reika-san? She might come up with the flowers and
balloons, but she probably wouldn't get so many.

Naru-chan and Umino-kun? Nah, they don't have that much money to spend on me.

An hour later and I still can't figure out who did this! But I did figure something out though. Thinking a lot for a long period of time on your bed is not a good thing. Yawn It makes you sleepy. Guess that's why I quit studying on it. Yawn Beddy-bye time.


Hm…there's something warm on my face…probably the sun. I should probably get up now, but I'm so comfy and warm, not to mention that this smell is absolutely comforting.

Wait a sec…smell!

I open my eyes to see what's making this smell, but kind of forgot that the sun was in my face as well and well…I got temporarily blinded by it. I blink a few more times and I can make out shapes little by little. I blink a few more times and I…what the– !

Red…and pink…

Why is everything in my room red and pink? I could've sworn that my room was a baby blue color! Scratch that, I know my room is blue…or was blue, but it is. I mean no one could've painted it…but then– ! Why is it red and pink!

I reach out my hand and touch this…eh…blanket of red and pink and find myself holding onto petals and petals of flowers. I take a small whiff of it and no wonder it smelled so familiar. These are rose petals!

But…why! I know for a fact that roses don't appear out of nowhere no matter how much I'd like to believe it. Who would do this! First yesterday and now this? I'm sure most girls would like to be in my shoes right now, heck I'd be deliriously happy had this happened a few months ago. But right now it's bugging the heck out of me because it makes no sense whatsoever!

My goodness, did I just say what I thought I just said! No offence to her or anything, I love my fiends to death, but…I just sounded like Ami-chan.

Sigh…what do I do now? I know I have to get up, but it's so hard to destroy the serene mood the petals have created by moving and stepping on them. But I guess I don't have a choice right now. Just as I'm about to stand up, the door creaks open and when I look up I see…


Ok…that's all I wrote for the first part. Ok, maybe not. Actually I do have more, but I thought this would be a good place to stop for the time being .
Let me know how you like it.
Comments would be great!
Flames are welcomed.
And constructive criticism is appreciated.

Babo Chunsa