Author's Note: Don't know what gave me idea. Just came out of the blue. Sometimes I might substitute Usagi for Usa, but that's just because I always mess up on her name. Also it'd be greatly appreciated that if you read the fic, please R&R, even if it's just trying to burn my work, all comments are welcome. (I love reviews…. It helps me better myself) BTW, If you are going to burn, no profanity plz. Thx. P.S. the quotes at the end are from the song Every Heart from Inuyasha. (Disclaimer: I don't own that either. Curses.) Okay, enough stalling. On with the show… -cough- um, fic…
"Argh!" Sharon screamed out as her braces sent an electrical wave flying out to her locker.
It flew open and smacked her in the face, just as Mamoru walked by.
"Are you okay?" he asked watching the stranger rub her nose, "that was a pretty clumsy move."
Sharon shoved her books in her locker and slammed it close before turning to face him. Her cheeks grew a deep red, and she immediately glanced at the floor. Who was he, she thought.
"Oh, um yes. I'm okay," She buried her face under her hands, "it's just these darn braces."
Mamoru smiled at her. She was obviously very uncomfortable. He extended his hand to her.
"I am Mamoru-chan. And you must be that new foreign exchange student Sharon-san."
Sharon looked up into his sapphire blue eyes. She hadn't gotten used to this language yet. How was she going to remember a name as complicated as that? She grabbed his hand and shook it as Mamoru-chan bent in a small bow. Sharon, unsure of what to do, copied.
"How do you like it in Tokyo so far?"
Sharon looked up and down the hallway before she answered. Everyone around her was chatting in Japanese. Thank God she met someone who spoke English.
"It's different, but I keep getting lost and I don't know my way around too well."
Mamoru-chan nodded, flipping his bangs away from his eyes and making Sharon blush again. He is so much cuter than Connor, she thought. Wow, who knew Japanese guys could be so hot? Mamoru stood for still, examining her. She was very different than what he was used to. Her light blue pants came just below the pants, confusing Mamoru-chan. Were her pants too short or were they made that way? Her blouse was a simple sky blue and she had a smile full of braces. Completely different… She was going to have a hard time fitting in with this place. Mamoru spotted a slip of paper poking out of her pocket and snatched it away from her.
"Hey," she demanded, "give me that back!"
It was her schedule. As Mamoru-chan held the slip of paper, high out of her reach to read it, Sharon jumped about, insisting on the return of the paper until every eye in the hallway was staring at her. Her face flushed a deep tomato red under the sea of eyes and was completely relieved when the bell rang. She felt like an idiot. Everyone scurried off to his or her class and Mamoru dropped the slip of paper into her awaiting palm.
"You have math first. It's just down the hall there." He said pointing to one of the doors on her left, "Good luck."
"Thanks." Sharon replied dashing down the hallway, paper and pencil in hand.
Mamoru watched her blonde hair bob down the hall.
"In some ways she's just like Usagi." He said to himself.
Squeak! Sharon skidded to a halt and tripped over her own feet in front of her next class.
"Maybe more ways than we know." he laughed as he walked in the opposite direction to his next class.
"Ugh." Usagi sighed.
Usagi-chan walked down the halls feeling very uncomfortable. It was the first time she didn't have to wear a seifuku, but normal "American" clothes instead. She missed the breeze that the jeans denied her. But her parents demanded she wear them to fit in. They said making friends in this new country might be tough, and she had to try everything she could to blend in.
Usagi reached finally reached her locker, so she could drop her off her English book. It had been pure Chinese water torture. She could even remember what the heck a present participle and conjunction was and she had homework that night! How she missed Ami, the smartest girl in Japan, but she was over 500 miles away. As she opened her locker, her lunch came spilling out of her locker and she tripped over it with a messy splat! Clumsy me, she thought, no matter where I go I'm always slipping and making myself look like an awkward klutz.
As Usagi began to rise from the mess, Nina passed by laughing.
"I thought this school was clean enough to put all trash in the trash can, but obviously foreign trash is different."
The pig-tailed cutie ignored her as she picked up her squished banana and threw it over her shoulder. Squish! Usagi turned around and began to laugh hysterically. Nina's face was covered in banana pulp and she was steaming mad. Nina pointed a finger at Usagi.
"You are so going to regret that!" she cried before storming off.
I already do, she thought, it was an accident after all.
Serena continued to clean the mess when two kids approached her.
"Hi," said the girl tapping her on the shoulder, "Are you that new foreign exchange student from Tokyo?"
Usagi smiled at her and her friend, who seemed to be quite the oddball.
"Konnichiwa. My name is Usagi-chan." She replied bowing her head slightly.
The boy smiled and stooped his head down slightly while the rest of his body stayed stiff as stone. The girl rolled her eyes at her friend's immaturity. It looked like such idiot.
"Hi, I'm Connor and this is my friend Maria. We thought you might want a guide, you know, some one to show you around the school."
Maria nodded staring at Usagi with the keenest of interests, and offering her hand to Usa-chan, she led her down the hall to the cafeteria. Usagi was ecstatic. Her first day and she was already making friends. And her parents said it would be hard.
"I like your outfit!" Maria observed, circling around to get a look from behind, "Very 'all American.' You'd blend in perfect if it weren't for your super long hair. How'd it get that long anyway?"
Usa shrugged, closing her locker behind her. She had no idea; it just grew that long.
"Well I like it." Said Maria Wong, dreaming of her own hair flowing like that.
"My boyfriend calls me Meatball Head because of the buns on my head."
Maria smiled and nodded. "Meatballs and Noodles."
All three of them laughed.
Across the hallway, some one was watching her with keen eyes. She beautiful, the person thought, watching how she moved so gracefully. Nothing like Sharon, the person thought, I think it was a fair trade. Usagi swished her hair through the air as she turned to face Maria, slapping a by passer.
"Ouch!" they cried out giving Usagi-chan a nasty glare.
She blushed. She felt like such an idiot. The stalker laughed to itself.
"Okay, maybe there are a couple things."
-Ikutsu namida o nagashitara every heart sunao ni nareru darou Dare ni omoi tsutaetara every heart kokoro mita sareru no darou
(If there were many tears falling down, Every heart would become gentle. If everybody expresses what they think, Every heart can be satisfied.)