The Secret Behind the Speeches
A/N: This was written for the Mamoru Chiba Appreciation Society (MACHAS) because they are literally one of my favorite blogs on tumblr. Seriously. They are amazing. This doesn't qualify as a "romance" one-shot, but IDK where else to post, soooo... Enjoy!
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Photos should not be taken for the sake of objectifying their who think it's okay to take pictures of girls in swimsuits and call it professional "art" are the people who need a serious reality check!
No, too wordy, I think, pursing my lips. The youma presence here was obvious and the photo shoot is currently underway. Sure, girls are disappearing but it's not really like I can do anything about it. Sailor Moon has yet to arrive so I have a little bit of time before needing to save her. Clumsy as she may be, she can't screw up too much at the beginning of a fight. Which gives me time to perfect my speech. However long that may take.
Whoever decided that a low-life like you could possibly have tal-
The next time you think of taking a pictu-
Girls wear swimsuits so they can-
I sigh. That last one just makes me sounds like a pervert. my pacing speeds up and I stare hard at the floor. The job of being wise and all that before saving Sailor Moon is so mentally tolling I don't know why I deal with it. Really. I don't know why I even have this urge to speak. The youmas don't care-especially since they're quick to die. The generals don't care seeing as they work for evil. And Sailor Moon-well, I could be reciting the phone book for all she cared. She ogles at me, not listens. Maybe I do it to hear my own awesome advice.
After all I do have both amazing wisdom to spread and a damn good voice.
"Any young girl will do? Taking photos with that attitude makes you a third-rate photographer!"
Wait. Th-that line. It's familiar somehow. Almost as if I've heard it before. Almost as if I've said it before. I frantically search my brain. She hasn't fought any other demonic photographers, right? But...that line...When did Sailor Moon get so smart?
"Moon Prism Power!"
What? I could have sworn that was Sailor Moon's voice. That can only mean-she wasn't yet transformed. Running to peek down to the pool area my heart sinks as I see a newly transformed Sailor Moon. If only I was there a few seconds earlier.
"A girl's true beauty isn't in her looks! It's in her kind heart and her guts to do what's just!"
You can only have so much wisdom in one single fight. I turn on my heel. There's no poin in staying if I cannot impose my wisdom. No matter how cheesy it may sound at the time. My speeches are golden. This time it just seems Sailor Moon has me beat on what exactly to say. And if she does need saving, her friends will be there.
I pause at the sound of her screams and squeals evading attacks and my heart sinks. At least, I hope her friends will be here. Shrugging it off I continue to walk away. She can handle herself. I stop again. Unless she's expecting me to save her.
Damn.
"Hold it right there!"
A sigh of relief escapes me and I allow myself to finish my exit. She's safe for another night. Besides, this way I can save a rose allowing her friends to save her.
Roses are expensive this time of year.
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A/N: And THIS is what happens when we don't see Tuxedo Mask. The life-long questions have been solved. I hope this is to the standards of anime Mamoru!
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