Revelations and Almost Walking into Poles

A/N: So I present a one-shot to announce I'm out of school. And I will be updating my stories as soon as I clean house. You can find out how I'm wasting my time on instagram and tumblr under 'ncisduckie'. AND HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW SAILOR MOON TRAILER? *faints*

Another morning. Another breakfast skipped. Another day woken up late by my alarm clock. I feel as if that thing is out for me. It never wakes me up on time. Always half an hour late. Just another day late for school.

It gets a little boring sometimes but I do not think there is a lot I can do to change it. Momma never wakes me up on time either. And I couldn't possibly think about having Luna wake me up. I can only imagine her swiping at my face with her claws every morning. She already does that enough when she's trying to make her point.

This new job as Sailor Moon is so frustrating. It seems every night I am fighting a new enemy. And every night I get less and less sleep where I waste more and more time in class daydreaming. To top it off my daydreams are getting progressively worse.

Every time my eyes glaze over there is only one image in my head. Well, okay. Not the same image. But an array of images of the same man. The man in the green jacket. I have bumped into him on multiple occasions, none more pleasant than the is something about him. Something that obviously I cannot think of when I'm fully conscious-because when I picture him in my head he is actually sort of...attractive.

"Watch out, Odango Atama!"

Wait? I freeze in my tracks, and I can see clearly. Just a few centimeters beyond my nose is a telephone pole. I should, apologize-but that voice. It's a familiar voice thast tugs at me in the wrong way. My heart flutters a thousand times in my chest as it registers in my head. Tuxedo Kamen?

I turn my head. My heart plummets straight to the bottom of my gut as I look at the man in front of me.

"Really, Odango, do you really need a savior all the time?"

My mouth gapes open but not even a moment later I clamp it shut and turn back around. Narrowly missing the pole I was about to connect my face with, I strut away without a word.

How can I find a jerk so darn attractive?

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A/N: That is all. I'll be back soon, Sailor Moon Says!

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