Untitled (still)
Chapter 2
By: Siren
Authors Notes- WOW! THERE IS NO WAY I GOT 33 REVIEWS FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER! I couldn't believe it when I checked my mailbox, and saw all of the reviews! You guys are the best! This is for everyone who reviewed my story, and convinced me to continue...I also want
to thank my editor Midnight Lady, and my pre-reader Faith-chan. They are the BEST!
Disclaimer- No, Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me! It belongs to a very talented person, whose name I can not hope to spell. Harry Potter doesn't belong to me either. J.K. Rowling gets all of the credit for her great books, not me. I have nothing, and in fact I OWE money already, so you can't get a dime off me!
IMPORTANT- It's VERY important that you know this! I know that in the book, a person starts school at Hogwarts at the age of 10-11. In this story I decided to change the age to 12. That shouldn't affect it much, just up the ages. That would make Harry and friends 16 years old, and Usagi is a few months younger than the others, so that would make her about
15, going on 16. I don't know where that would technically put them in the Sailor Moon universe, but I'll make it right after Mistress 9, and I'm going to have it so the first 3 Harry Potter books happened, and their fourth year was uneventful.
Question- Does anyone know how old Shingo is? This is very important to my story!
Here's revised chapter two! Enjoy everybody.
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Usagi's POV
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Today had been the last day of school, and now it was all over. And although Usagi couldn't be happier that she would no longer have to go to the hell that was school anymore, that wasn't the only thing she was thinking. The other emotion that was mixed up inside her was something completely different.fear. Some people could wonder what could possibly make the infamous Sailor Moon, the one who defeated Beryl, Ann and Alin, the Wise Man, and
Mistress 9 afraid. These people had obviously never met her parents.
The worst one was her dad. He nearly killed Mamoru when they had started going out, and had a party when Usagi broke up with him. It just hadn't been working out, and they both agreed that it was best to separate. Keji didn't see it that way. He thought that she was dumping Mamoru to please him. He had been pestering her about it for months, and had concluded that she had finally given in under the pressure. Usagi never bothered to correct him, let him think whatever he wants. Usagi's mom Ikuko wasn't as obvious about her feelings towards Usagi's decision, and she thought that Usagi was mature enough to choose her own boyfriend, even if he was six years older than she was. No, the one thing that she was worried about the most was Usagi's grades. And there she was just as bad as Kenji was with guys. Trying to suppress the terror running through her, Usagi looked down at her backpack. Deep within its pockets was the one thing that could ruin her life. On one hand she could continue being with her friends and enjoy her summer and know she only had good things to look forward too. On the other hand was the chance of her life, as she knew it ending. They had all
received their report cards today. And she wasn't allowed to open it until she was with her parents. The teachers were afraid the students would tamper with them before our parents see their real evaluation.
Usagi cringed at the thought of her grades. She had never been a very good student, mainly because she never tried. She just wasn't interested in who won what war at what time, or how to calculate the slope leading up to the top of some tower in some country that she would never visit. So she would just doodle, daydream, and wish she were somewhere else. But that didn't mean that her parents gave up, it had always been a thing between them. They never quit bothering her about her grades, and she never listened. But the impossible happened. When nothing seemed to work they decided to make a new rule the one thing that had been occupying all of her thoughts since she had heard it. Either Usagi brought up her grades SIGNIFICANTLY or they would send me to a private school somewhere far away in England.
And she tried to bring her grades up too, she really did! For the first time she actually listened, and attempted to do well. The problem was, with all of the duties as Sailor Moon, she just never had any time to study. When she did have time, Usagi was just too tired from being out all night that she could never concentrate. Then there was the problem of getting bad grades for so long that it was HARD to bring them back up! When you don't understand the basics, how are you supposed to understand what they are teaching you now?
Usagi shook her head. No, there was no way that she got good enough grades to stay. She would be shipped of to another country, where she knew nobody, and had no friends. There she would be harassed more than ever about her grades, and everyone would know just how stupid she was and she would be trapped in that world where everyone was so much smarter than her, and she wasn't good at anything. And she wouldn't even have her friends to cheer her up. Not to mention the trouble she would get in being thousands of miles away, there was no way she could fulfill her duties as a Sailor Scout.
She looked up, just in time to see her house approaching. Dreading the confrontation that would doubtless result, Usagi slowed down, and started walking almost at a snail's pace to
delay the inevitable. Eventually she got closer, and closer. Usagi could feel the end of her life coming nearer every step that she took. Ten feet to go, seven feet left; only three feet and it would be all over. Finally she got there. Usagi stood in front of the door, not wanting to open it. Luckily that choice was taken out of her hands as it flew open.
"Hey, Odango Atama! It's about time you got home! I can't wait to see what you got on your report card. I hope you did bad, so we can get rid of you next year!" Usagi's bratty brother Shingo said as he stood there with a big grin on his face.
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I GOT ON MY REPORT CARD!" Usagi shouted at the top of her lungs. She already knew that my life was over, and she didn't need her dorky brother to remind her as well as her mother!
Speaking of which.Ikuko walked into the room from the kitchen, and wiped her hands on her apron as she spoke. "Hello, Usagi honey. I'm so glad you got home! I can't wait to see how much better you did this time, than last time!" she sounded so disgustingly cheerful. Usagi had never told her how bad she had been doing, and whenever Ikuko asked Usagi just said she was 'doin fine.' Boy would she be in for a surprise, and not a good one.
Usagi took the dreaded report card out of her bag, and handed it to her mom. That done, she prepared to bolt away. A voice stopped her though, "Usagi, dear, where are you going? Don't you want to be here when we all see how well you did?" my mother asked.
"Um, yeah mom, I can't wait," she answered with forced cheerfulness.
Usagi watched as Ikuko seemingly in slow motion ripped the envelope open. And Usagi felt like there was hot iron in the pit of her stomach as she watched as her mother opened her report card, and just stared at it. She didn't say a word...
"Hey mom! So how did the idiot do? Is it horrible? Will I get her room? Of course we would need to do some remodeling...pink just isn't my color..." Shingo tried to look over Ikuko's shoulder, but Usagi roughly pulled him back. There were sometimes he just went too far.
Ikuko looked up, almost surprised to see that we were still here. "No, Shingo, you will NOT get your sister's room! Just because she hardly improved her grades at all this term, doesn't mean she will be losing her room."
Then she looked at Usagi. "I'm so sorry, dear. I had hoped that you would do better with a little incentive, but it appears it didn't work. You said you were doing fine, but it says here, that you barely improved your grade from a F to a D-."
She then turned to Shingo. "Shingo, honey, could you leave the room for a minute and give me some time alone with your sister?" She waited until he left, and then just looked sadly at her daughter, but before she started speaking, Usagi asked her a question.
She looked up at her and asked in a shaky voice, "Are you mad at me?"
"No, Usagi, I'm not mad at you. I may be a little disappointed, but I'm not mad. I was really hoping that we wouldn't have to send you to a school in England like your father said we would. Right now, it's out of my hands. It'll probably be a good experience for you though, and this for once might actually work. We just need to find the right school..." Ikuko began to tap her finger against her chin, deep in thought wondering just where Usagi would be going. She hadn't dared to even think about it before now, but if they didn't go through with their threat no doubt Usagi would spend the rest of her life working at McDonalds or some such place and never get anywhere.
Usagi looked at her mom again, tears streaming down her face. "So you won't change your mind?" Ikuko shook her head "Do you think that Dad will be angry?" She was near tears now, trying to hold them back. She knew it, she just knew it, she would be sent to some stuffy boarding school and she would never have fun again.
"I'll try to break it to your father gently. We think that it's the best thing for you, we really do. I just don't want you to be some bum when you grow up. I want you to have a good high school education behind you. Two more years and you graduate! I want you to get into a
good college, Usa!" Ikuko began to pace back and forth across the room. "Of course, I'm sure that your father will be disappointed, but what did you expect?"
Usagi nodded again. There was no way out of it. She would have to leave all of her friends and family, and go to a new place, a place she never wanted to visit again. The only good part was that she didn't need to learn a new language. English was always her native tongue after all. And they say you never forget your first language. From what her mother told her, she grew up in England, and even though she didn't remember anything about her life there, she knew that it had to be true. The only thing that she could recall from the first eight years of her life was how to talk. Although her parents tell her stories about her past all the time, and despite the fact that none of them brought back any sort of memory, they refused to give up.
Emotionally exhausted, Usagi left her mother to think and walked upstairs, to lie down on her bed. She could feel her whole world crashing down on her. If she were still fighting enemies, Usagi knew that Setsuna would help her out. However, since it was relatively quiet, she most likely wouldn't interfere. There was just no way out of it. But not she had one of her most difficult duties to do before she could leave. Not wanting to put it off any loner, Usagi lifted her hand so she could see her watch and pressed the button with the Mercury sign on it.
"Ami, are you there?" She asked, hoping that somehow she wouldn't be.
"I'm right here Usagi. Is everything all right? You look terrible." Ami said, obviously worried.
"Nope, Ami, everything is not all right. I need to talk to you guys, and it's really important. So do you think you can you call all of the inners to the temple. I need to tell them something." (The outers were out of town, who knows where.)
Ami nodded, and then in a hesitant voice asked, "It isn't a Yuma is it? It's been really quiet lately."
Usagi gave Ami her most reassuring smile, and said, "No, Ami, it's something else although a Yuma would be nice..."
"What did you say, Usagi? I didn't quite make out the last part," Ami asked.
Usagi put her hand behind her head, and laughed nervously. "Oh, it was nothing Ami. Look at the time! Gotta go!" She said, and quickly 'hung up.'
Now she just needed to think of a way to tell everyone, but first she would need to tell Luna...
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I know; it wasn't a very good chapter. I was thinking of putting Harry in there, but decided to wait for the next chapter. I hope you liked it!
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com I love email, and
ALWAYS respond.
Chapter 2
By: Siren
Authors Notes- WOW! THERE IS NO WAY I GOT 33 REVIEWS FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER! I couldn't believe it when I checked my mailbox, and saw all of the reviews! You guys are the best! This is for everyone who reviewed my story, and convinced me to continue...I also want
to thank my editor Midnight Lady, and my pre-reader Faith-chan. They are the BEST!
Disclaimer- No, Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me! It belongs to a very talented person, whose name I can not hope to spell. Harry Potter doesn't belong to me either. J.K. Rowling gets all of the credit for her great books, not me. I have nothing, and in fact I OWE money already, so you can't get a dime off me!
IMPORTANT- It's VERY important that you know this! I know that in the book, a person starts school at Hogwarts at the age of 10-11. In this story I decided to change the age to 12. That shouldn't affect it much, just up the ages. That would make Harry and friends 16 years old, and Usagi is a few months younger than the others, so that would make her about
15, going on 16. I don't know where that would technically put them in the Sailor Moon universe, but I'll make it right after Mistress 9, and I'm going to have it so the first 3 Harry Potter books happened, and their fourth year was uneventful.
Question- Does anyone know how old Shingo is? This is very important to my story!
Here's revised chapter two! Enjoy everybody.
**********
Usagi's POV
**
Today had been the last day of school, and now it was all over. And although Usagi couldn't be happier that she would no longer have to go to the hell that was school anymore, that wasn't the only thing she was thinking. The other emotion that was mixed up inside her was something completely different.fear. Some people could wonder what could possibly make the infamous Sailor Moon, the one who defeated Beryl, Ann and Alin, the Wise Man, and
Mistress 9 afraid. These people had obviously never met her parents.
The worst one was her dad. He nearly killed Mamoru when they had started going out, and had a party when Usagi broke up with him. It just hadn't been working out, and they both agreed that it was best to separate. Keji didn't see it that way. He thought that she was dumping Mamoru to please him. He had been pestering her about it for months, and had concluded that she had finally given in under the pressure. Usagi never bothered to correct him, let him think whatever he wants. Usagi's mom Ikuko wasn't as obvious about her feelings towards Usagi's decision, and she thought that Usagi was mature enough to choose her own boyfriend, even if he was six years older than she was. No, the one thing that she was worried about the most was Usagi's grades. And there she was just as bad as Kenji was with guys. Trying to suppress the terror running through her, Usagi looked down at her backpack. Deep within its pockets was the one thing that could ruin her life. On one hand she could continue being with her friends and enjoy her summer and know she only had good things to look forward too. On the other hand was the chance of her life, as she knew it ending. They had all
received their report cards today. And she wasn't allowed to open it until she was with her parents. The teachers were afraid the students would tamper with them before our parents see their real evaluation.
Usagi cringed at the thought of her grades. She had never been a very good student, mainly because she never tried. She just wasn't interested in who won what war at what time, or how to calculate the slope leading up to the top of some tower in some country that she would never visit. So she would just doodle, daydream, and wish she were somewhere else. But that didn't mean that her parents gave up, it had always been a thing between them. They never quit bothering her about her grades, and she never listened. But the impossible happened. When nothing seemed to work they decided to make a new rule the one thing that had been occupying all of her thoughts since she had heard it. Either Usagi brought up her grades SIGNIFICANTLY or they would send me to a private school somewhere far away in England.
And she tried to bring her grades up too, she really did! For the first time she actually listened, and attempted to do well. The problem was, with all of the duties as Sailor Moon, she just never had any time to study. When she did have time, Usagi was just too tired from being out all night that she could never concentrate. Then there was the problem of getting bad grades for so long that it was HARD to bring them back up! When you don't understand the basics, how are you supposed to understand what they are teaching you now?
Usagi shook her head. No, there was no way that she got good enough grades to stay. She would be shipped of to another country, where she knew nobody, and had no friends. There she would be harassed more than ever about her grades, and everyone would know just how stupid she was and she would be trapped in that world where everyone was so much smarter than her, and she wasn't good at anything. And she wouldn't even have her friends to cheer her up. Not to mention the trouble she would get in being thousands of miles away, there was no way she could fulfill her duties as a Sailor Scout.
She looked up, just in time to see her house approaching. Dreading the confrontation that would doubtless result, Usagi slowed down, and started walking almost at a snail's pace to
delay the inevitable. Eventually she got closer, and closer. Usagi could feel the end of her life coming nearer every step that she took. Ten feet to go, seven feet left; only three feet and it would be all over. Finally she got there. Usagi stood in front of the door, not wanting to open it. Luckily that choice was taken out of her hands as it flew open.
"Hey, Odango Atama! It's about time you got home! I can't wait to see what you got on your report card. I hope you did bad, so we can get rid of you next year!" Usagi's bratty brother Shingo said as he stood there with a big grin on his face.
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS WHAT I GOT ON MY REPORT CARD!" Usagi shouted at the top of her lungs. She already knew that my life was over, and she didn't need her dorky brother to remind her as well as her mother!
Speaking of which.Ikuko walked into the room from the kitchen, and wiped her hands on her apron as she spoke. "Hello, Usagi honey. I'm so glad you got home! I can't wait to see how much better you did this time, than last time!" she sounded so disgustingly cheerful. Usagi had never told her how bad she had been doing, and whenever Ikuko asked Usagi just said she was 'doin fine.' Boy would she be in for a surprise, and not a good one.
Usagi took the dreaded report card out of her bag, and handed it to her mom. That done, she prepared to bolt away. A voice stopped her though, "Usagi, dear, where are you going? Don't you want to be here when we all see how well you did?" my mother asked.
"Um, yeah mom, I can't wait," she answered with forced cheerfulness.
Usagi watched as Ikuko seemingly in slow motion ripped the envelope open. And Usagi felt like there was hot iron in the pit of her stomach as she watched as her mother opened her report card, and just stared at it. She didn't say a word...
"Hey mom! So how did the idiot do? Is it horrible? Will I get her room? Of course we would need to do some remodeling...pink just isn't my color..." Shingo tried to look over Ikuko's shoulder, but Usagi roughly pulled him back. There were sometimes he just went too far.
Ikuko looked up, almost surprised to see that we were still here. "No, Shingo, you will NOT get your sister's room! Just because she hardly improved her grades at all this term, doesn't mean she will be losing her room."
Then she looked at Usagi. "I'm so sorry, dear. I had hoped that you would do better with a little incentive, but it appears it didn't work. You said you were doing fine, but it says here, that you barely improved your grade from a F to a D-."
She then turned to Shingo. "Shingo, honey, could you leave the room for a minute and give me some time alone with your sister?" She waited until he left, and then just looked sadly at her daughter, but before she started speaking, Usagi asked her a question.
She looked up at her and asked in a shaky voice, "Are you mad at me?"
"No, Usagi, I'm not mad at you. I may be a little disappointed, but I'm not mad. I was really hoping that we wouldn't have to send you to a school in England like your father said we would. Right now, it's out of my hands. It'll probably be a good experience for you though, and this for once might actually work. We just need to find the right school..." Ikuko began to tap her finger against her chin, deep in thought wondering just where Usagi would be going. She hadn't dared to even think about it before now, but if they didn't go through with their threat no doubt Usagi would spend the rest of her life working at McDonalds or some such place and never get anywhere.
Usagi looked at her mom again, tears streaming down her face. "So you won't change your mind?" Ikuko shook her head "Do you think that Dad will be angry?" She was near tears now, trying to hold them back. She knew it, she just knew it, she would be sent to some stuffy boarding school and she would never have fun again.
"I'll try to break it to your father gently. We think that it's the best thing for you, we really do. I just don't want you to be some bum when you grow up. I want you to have a good high school education behind you. Two more years and you graduate! I want you to get into a
good college, Usa!" Ikuko began to pace back and forth across the room. "Of course, I'm sure that your father will be disappointed, but what did you expect?"
Usagi nodded again. There was no way out of it. She would have to leave all of her friends and family, and go to a new place, a place she never wanted to visit again. The only good part was that she didn't need to learn a new language. English was always her native tongue after all. And they say you never forget your first language. From what her mother told her, she grew up in England, and even though she didn't remember anything about her life there, she knew that it had to be true. The only thing that she could recall from the first eight years of her life was how to talk. Although her parents tell her stories about her past all the time, and despite the fact that none of them brought back any sort of memory, they refused to give up.
Emotionally exhausted, Usagi left her mother to think and walked upstairs, to lie down on her bed. She could feel her whole world crashing down on her. If she were still fighting enemies, Usagi knew that Setsuna would help her out. However, since it was relatively quiet, she most likely wouldn't interfere. There was just no way out of it. But not she had one of her most difficult duties to do before she could leave. Not wanting to put it off any loner, Usagi lifted her hand so she could see her watch and pressed the button with the Mercury sign on it.
"Ami, are you there?" She asked, hoping that somehow she wouldn't be.
"I'm right here Usagi. Is everything all right? You look terrible." Ami said, obviously worried.
"Nope, Ami, everything is not all right. I need to talk to you guys, and it's really important. So do you think you can you call all of the inners to the temple. I need to tell them something." (The outers were out of town, who knows where.)
Ami nodded, and then in a hesitant voice asked, "It isn't a Yuma is it? It's been really quiet lately."
Usagi gave Ami her most reassuring smile, and said, "No, Ami, it's something else although a Yuma would be nice..."
"What did you say, Usagi? I didn't quite make out the last part," Ami asked.
Usagi put her hand behind her head, and laughed nervously. "Oh, it was nothing Ami. Look at the time! Gotta go!" She said, and quickly 'hung up.'
Now she just needed to think of a way to tell everyone, but first she would need to tell Luna...
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I know; it wasn't a very good chapter. I was thinking of putting Harry in there, but decided to wait for the next chapter. I hope you liked it!
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com I love email, and
ALWAYS respond.