Ok so… I can't write short drabbles to save my life.
That is the point of this exercise… to WRITE SHORT.

Please message me with a word or anything to challenge me to get my Sailor Moon writing skills back up to par. The better the drabble… the easier it will be for me to fall back into TMT… so help me out peoples!

Drabble 2: Snowy Truth

A Drabble here, A drabble there

Marronett

With determination she strolled down the street. He had finally gone too far. She could put up with the name calling. Hell, it had become one of their games. He could put up with him belittling her intelligence. Truth be told… she didn't try so he had every right to tease. She could even put up with him saying things about her and her lack of a boyfriend… she stilled in her thoughts at that one. Those did sting. She straightened her back. Not as much though when she realized he wasn't getting any either. All of this she could put up with. Playing a video game with her brother… now that was her turf and him trespassing was something she would not allow.

True. She never played much with Shingo. He was annoying, rude, cruel and sometimes smelled of stale cornchips. She blanched as she continued her trek towards the arcade. Still, Baka had no right to just pretend he was worth playing with. He had no right to make such an impression on HER little brother that the little rodent would actually want to be friends with the blackard! She stilled and tried to catch her breath.

She was seething now.
She had been fuming for the last three hours as she worked on her plan of retaliation and as she walked towards the arcade to bring it to its completition she had entered the realm of seething. One because as she made clear earlier, he had gone to far and two because he was taking time away from her precious Christmas Eve dinner with her family. But if this worked… it would be worth a few cold turkey legs.

A crooked smile came to her flawless features as her shoulders haunched as her mind played again her dream attack. Quietly she would wait outside of the arcade until Baka finished his dumb coffee, tossed his yen on the table and sauntered out. Having watched him perform this duty millions of times she knew exactly how long it would take him to make it from the third stool at the bar to the sliding glass doors of the Arcade center. Than she would spring her first attack on him once he stepped onto the cool pavement. A balloon. Not just any ballon. A maple syrup filled balloon. Once it smashed into his skull and dripped down his chiseled features and hideous green jacket she would spring open her bookbag and every feather she had painstakingly removed from her mother's old feather couch pillows would be worth it as they flittered to stick mercilessly on his skin and wardrobe. A giggle of excitement left her lips. Not even the snow could stop her as she trudged forward, her frame bundled in pink gear, her hand cradeling her first weapon.

A bird twittered at her side and Usagi turned suddenly glancing around her. Stilling she blinked than narrowed her eyes as she leaned forward through the cluster of trees. Mission sidetracked she glanced both ways before climbing over the stone hedge into the snowy garden below. It was the rose district. She passed it on the way to Motoki's yet never stopped except to smell the ones that came across the stone hedge. Slowly she pushed herself through the bushes and let out a gasp as thorns tore at her jacket and impacted with her hair.

With a fuss she pushed them off and protected her weapon as she dived out of the beautiful yet harmful bushes. She whimpered as one caught her cheek and sliced a small cut in it. With a groan she pushed herself to her feet and narrowed her eyes in anger at her appearance. Her clothes had a few puncture holes and her cheek was bleeding a bit.

Now he was definetly going to die.

Advancing forward Usagi stilled as she walked over the hill and her eyes surveyed before her. A chill wrapped around her heart and she gulped. Markers. Grave markers. Stumbling quietly forward the snow covered most of the grey stones save one as a figure crouched before it. It was the same figure she had seen that made her turn this way yet now he was crouching, his hand atop the stone as a flawless red rose rested atop it. She paused not wanting to alert him to her presence as she tried to read the stone. Suddenly she heard him heave a heavy sigh as his frame shifted forward and he pressed his lips against the cold cement, his forehead following as he leaned against it.

It was the fastest her heart had ever broken. Her weapon slid from her fingers to roll across the snowy landscape, a twig popping it into a syrupy mess five feet away from her. Her bookbag clopped to the ground beside her as her frame stood transfixed on the figure before her. When he moved back her sky blue eyes took in the words and each one pounded against her heart like a hammer, shattering it into a thousand shards that began to stick into every part of her body.

Chiba. Beloved Mother and Father.

It seemed like ages before he moved. When he did Usagi realized she had not moved since as well. Her fingers began to twitch and when he stood immediately she turned away to try to make an escape.

"It was a car accident." His deep voice washed over her and Usagi stilled turning to face her tormenter. She spied his profile, his eyes staring into the vast blankets of snow. "It careened off a cliff. I survived by a fluke… yet bumped my head. You know… I bet I had a bump the size of one of your odangos'." He mused quietly to himself, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. At that Usagi found herself advancing, step by slow step towards him. The silence surrounded them and she stilled her steps, eight feet away from him. "I don't remember them but I bet they were the best parents in the world." He whispered as his fingers burrowed themselves into his pockets.

Mamoru blinked when he felt her cold fingertips touch his covered arm. He looked at her with alarm. How did she make it to him so fast.

"They would have had to be to make you Mamoru-san." She whispered quietly and immediately he grabbed her fingers, turning to her as he put them in both of his hands and rubbing them, trying to warm the small digets.

"You call me the Baka… don't you have gloves?" He questioned and Usagi glanced up at him as he continued his minstrations. When he glanced up at her his eyes narrowed in a bit of shock. "What did you do to yourself? Can't I leave you alone for five minutes?" He growled rubbing his thumb gently across her cheek wiping the dried blood away from there. Usagi glanced up at him, her heart catching in her throat as his fingers brought a warmth to her she hadn't felt in ages.

"Mamoru-san…" She began and he shook his head, his eyes once more focusing on her cold digits.

"That isn't what you call me." He whispered and Usagi felt tears began to well in the bottoms of her eyes and her lips pressed together painfully.

"Mamoru…" She whispered and he shoved her fingers away from him. He turned away from her and stuffed his hands under his arms to warm them.

"Don't pity me now Odango… I don't want your pity." He snapped gruffly and Usagi's jaw dropped open a bit in shock. Silence passed between them again. Her mind tried to register what was happening around her. Her heart was still breaking for him. Why should she care though… it was Mamoru-Baka. He was the most adult person she knew… surely he would be ok after so many years.

Watching him haunch in the snow she wasn't so sure. Suddenly her heart was beating in her ears and it felt as if someone had taken a sledge hammer to her gut. Mamoru was hurting. She gasped quietly trying to get air to her lungs. He was hurting and she felt helpless. She couldn't bare to see him in pain if it wasn't by her hands… glancing behind her to the ruined syrup balloon and bag she realized something else.

She didn't want to bring him pain. Suddenly in clicked in her head the reasons why he walked in a lone and walked out alone. Why he drank coffee and read the paper instead of comics and milkshakes. It was why she was drawn to him. It was why if she didn't seem him she would worry where he was all day. Not cause she liked him or anything… she just wondered if he had fallen in a hole and if she'd missed it.

Though even that liking statement had to be re-evaluated.

Without thinking Usagi took a step beside him and gently slid her arm through the crook of his and glanced at the flawless marker before him.

"Well… aren't you going to introduce me?" She asked suddenly up towards him and Mamoru blinked glancing at the petite blonde at his side. "Once we meet your parents we can go meet mine and have Christmas Eve dinner."

Slowly Mamoru took in the girl beside him who waited patiently. A small smile curled on his lips as his arm pulled closer to his side securing her arm within. It suddenly didn't feel so cold outside.

"Hai Odango… this is…" He whispered motioning to the marker, Usagi's fingers squeezing into his arm supportively and for the first time in his life… he was going to have a family for Christmas.

Not my best but had to write it. I need some inspiration people! Just one word and we'll see what we can come up with! Help your little writer!

Marronett