Waken
A/N: Well, it seems that little short story is done with. Maybe in the future, I can be swayed to continue. XD Anyway, here is some fluff!
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It seems the world is out to make me miserable. Definitely not fair by any means. Last night the youma attacked at around four in the morning. For God knows why. I could not seem to sleep after I had to clean damn goo out of my hair.
Then I was late to school and received detention. For the third time this week. Haruna is really sat against me. I did not even make it to the arcade before four o'clock. Precisely twelve hours after the attack-just to mock me.
Yes, the world is against me.
"Konnichiwa, Motoki-onii-san," I murmur as I slide into one of the stools at the counter.
The older man turns to face me and he smiles. "Hey, Usagi-chan! The usual?"
Might as well. It is not as if the day can become any worse. "Sure." I allow my head to fall to the counter to rest upon my folded arms. Maybe a little nap will do me well. As long as nobody does anything to me.
"Your milkshake is ready."
Motoki's voice is a mere whisper to me. "Arigato," I whisper as my body finally succumbs to much needed rest.
. . .
"Tuxedo Mask-sama!" My arms wrap around the hero's neck. I kiss his cheek. "Thank your for always saving me!"
He grins at me and his mysterious eyes I can drown in are bright. "Anything for you, Sailor Moon."
My lips find his and his own arms wrap around my body.
"Are you alright Odango?"
. . .
My eyes shoot open to find myself wrapped around the one and only Chiba Mamoru. Yes, they day has just become worse. I have no words to say-knowing very well that my little dream was far more than a dream. Shit.
"Gomen nasai, Mamoru-san!" I unhook my arms and bolt for the door without waiting for his response.
Yes this day is worse than a mere twenty minutes ago.
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A/N: I would LOVE to receive some ideas for more one-shots. *wink wink, nudge nudge* Leave them in the review box, PLEASE!