AN: I really hope you guys and gals enjoy this one. If you thought Coke and a see-through blouse was bad /cackles and rubs hands together\. Okay, okay, so I wouldn't wish these accidents on my worst enemy, but they are terribly funny to write and hopefully read. The site is being particularly slow about letting me see who reviewed lately, so I want to thank moonsaiyan4, serenity11287, Kana07, and the 2 "mystery" reviewers whose reviews are counted but haven't shown up yet. And to those of you who have been reviewing my old stuff, thank you so much, it's really awesome to get feedback on "forgotten" stories. --1-5-07
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Usagi woke up to the buzzing of her alarm clock. The insistent noise was actually a blessing this morning, since it jolted her out of a horrific dream. She'd been dreaming she was at Crown Arcade, fully soaked from head to toe, her top see-through and everyone in the arcade, Mamoru and Motoki included, were gaping at her. Shuddering at the vividness of the dream, she flung her covers off dramatically. Sitting up, she stretched languidly. Unfortunately, her sleepy eyes fell on the stained, crumpled school uniform and Mamoru's jacket lying together on the floor. With a horrified squeal, Usagi grabbed her comforter, pulled it over her head and began to whimper.
Luna, who had been rudely flung to the floor when the comforter had been violently jerked back over Usagi's head, let out an exasperated sigh. She wasn't sleeping well with all the youma activity and Usagi's dreams about Tuxedo Kamen. Her temper frayed a bit and she marched straight under those covers and stuck a very cold nose right against that hypersensitive part of Usagi's foot. Usagi squealed again, bolting upright and jumping out of bed. "Luna!" she howled at the disrespectful feline as she shook herself free of the covers.
"Good morning, Usagi-chan." she smirked, then proceeded to give herself a quick bath. Usagi groaned, grabbed a clean uniform, and stomped off to take a shower. There was no way she could be late for class again this month. Haruna-sensei was in a very dangerous mood and Usagi was not inclined to cross her. She hurriedly showered, dressed, grabbed her schoolbooks and ran out the door, calling out a belated good morning to her family. Being a few minutes early, she avoided colliding with Mamoru on his morning walk and skidded to a stop before her classroom door.
The classroom was already pretty full. As she claimed her usual seat in front of Naru, Usagi gave Ami and Minako a weak grin. She noticed Makoto wasn't there yet. She started to unpack her bag, but a few whispers and laughs caught her attention. She turned around, to see Naru giving her a sympathetic look and two boys leering at her. Embarrassed, Usagi colored and turned away, her eyes filling with tears at the unfairness that some of her classmates had been at the Arcade yesterday. Makoto arrived and put her hand on Usagi's shoulder, "Don't worry about them, Usagi-chan. I'll take care of them." She gave the boys in the back a dirty glance and the room fell silent.
Haruna-sensei walked in, a glower on her face. The students exchanged uneasy glances. She passed out a pop quiz on their English assignment last night. Usagi sank lower in her chair. She hated English and she hated pop quizzes and she hated studying! She just knew she was going to flunk this quiz and then her mom was going to kill her! She'd been furious when she'd found out what had happened to Usagi's uniform and had told Usagi she was going to have to pay for the cleaning. It wasn't her fault! But who could she really blame? It wasn't as if Makoto had tried to spill the drink. Usagi shook her head and tried to focus on the quiz, pushing aside her laments over lost allowance money.
"Time's up!" Haruna-sensei announced with unholy glee. It was as if she was deliberately trying to torment the students, Usagi thought miserably. As if that wasn't bad enough, Haruna-sensei proceeded to assign them a writing assignment in English and then grade the quizzes right away. Usagi sighed and resigned herself to detention. A moment later, a red-face Haruna-sensei was yelling. "Usagi-san!" Several students jumped and Usagi hid her tears in her textbook.
The last bell of the day finally rang and Usagi watched all her friends troop out of the classroom. Makoto gave her a worried glance, but Usagi gave her a fake smile. "See you at the arcade." the brunette mouthed and she nodded. As if she really wanted to go back there anytime soon! At least detention was good for something, she thought darkly. She slumped into her seat and began to watch the clock, waiting for her detention teacher to show up and hoping the hour would fly by.
It soon became apparent that she was the only student with detention that day. Haruna-sensei breezed in and sat down at the desk, not even speaking to Usagi. It was going to be one of those days, she assumed. Haruna-sensei would sit at the desk, writing love letters or whatever it was she did, while Usagi would doodle or stare out the window or do just about anything besides her homework. Her tired brain cried out for sleep and within 10 minutes, her head was down and she was lost in a dream of Tuxedo Kamen.
Haruna-sensei let Usagi sleep until the school had emptied out. Then she rose lazily, stretched, and popped her neck. A ripping sound accompanied a ghastly transformation. In Haruna-sensei's place stood a youma. It was tall, gangly and had large eyes. Its skin shone in the fluorescent light like the surface of an opal. It reached out a clawed hand to Usagi's shoulder and shook the sleeping blonde lightly, mouth curved in a sharp, toothy grin. Usagi reluctantly opened her eyes and blinked several times. The youma stared at her. Usagi's mouth opened in a scream. The youma didn't speak; it merely tilted its head and blinked at her. Usagi scrambled out of her seat and ran into the hallway, calling for Ami on her communicator. "Hurry . . . youma . . . school!" she panted as she found a place to change. The youma floated after her, head turning methodically left and right, seeking her. As it floated around, objects began to move of their own volition, forming a funnel-shaped cloud whirling about the youma. In the girl's bathroom, Usagi shouted, "Moon Prism Power . . . Make Up!"
Near the Arcade, Mamoru suddenly fell forward, clutching his chest. He staggered into a nearby alley just before four girls rushed past on their way to meet up with Usagi. A moment later, a man in a tuxedo and a top hat leapt up to the roof and ran blindly, following the feeling of terror emanating from Sailor Moon, all his thoughts bent on the beautiful heroine who depended on him. He arrived only moments before the senshi.
The youma was strong. Sailor Moon had attempted to dust it herself, but the youma had pointed at her tiara and it had fallen to the ground. It then pointed at a student desk and hurled it at the stunned blonde. Moon barely dodged the missile, which smashed into the concrete wall behind her and crumbled, a pile of wood and metal. She stared at the pile of debris for a moment before turning her attention back to the youma. A teacher's desk was headed directly for her! Sailor Moon froze, rooted in place, fascinated by the object of her demise. At the last moment, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for help. A firm body hit hers and they went skidding along the linoleum floor.
After the two had come to a sliding stop against a wall, Sailor Moon braved opening her eyes. "Tuxedo Kamen-sama!" she breathed gratefully. He gazed down at her, seemingly entranced by the shining of her eyes as he cradled her in his arms, his cape spread over the both of them. "Thank you!" she whispered softly, wishing she could see behind the mask. Her fingers simply itched to tear it off. He seemed in no hurry to rise; instead he opened his mouth as if to speak. Entranced, Moon waited for words of love or something romantic, the battle behind them forgotten.
"A little help here?" Mars interrupted, jumping awkwardly to avoid a chair. Jupiter and Venus were also dodging various items. Mercury was kneeling on the floor, hands on her rump, which had been unceremoniously whapped with a fully illustrated atlas. Flushing, both heroes clambered up from the floor. Jupiter attempted a lightning attack on the youma, but it cut her off by lifting her off the floor and flinging her into the hallway. Venus ran after her as they heard her scream, apparently tossed down the stairs. The four remaining warriors faced the youma warily, attempting to avoid the maelstrom of debris that had once been normal classroom objects and wondering how to stop this creature.
A desk flew out from the tornado on a trajectory for Mars. Tuxedo Kamen yanked her out of the way. The desk sailed through a window. Then the youma attempted to hit Mercury with a broom. Tuxedo Kamen threw a rose at it, changing its flight path. Mercury never looked up from her pocket computer's display. The youma made a sound of frustration. As running footsteps were heard approaching the classroom, the youma levitated the senshi and hurled them at the tall hero. He dodged first Mars, then Mercury. He was distracted by Jupiter, who, realizing that her lightning was easily deflected by the psychokinetic youma, decided to charge it, intent on pummeling it into submission. "No, Jupiter, wait." he warned. He was cut off by a screech as Moon hurtled towards him, head first. He could only brace himself as she slammed into his stomach. The force of their collision sent them both crashing into a pile of debris, burying them under pieces of desks, chairs, computers, books and cabinets.
"Sailor Moon!" Mars screamed. Jupiter cursed and Venus covered her mouth with her hand. Mercury turned her attention to scanning the pile. "You will pay for that! In the name of Mars, Burning Mandala!" Mars' fury fed extra power into the attack and the fire punched through the protective maelstrom and found vulnerable flesh.
Sailor Moon was lying on the ground, with Tuxedo Kamen over her, protecting her from the debris as best he could. They had hunched together as the shattered desks, twisted metal and falling books settled about them. The shell of the pile wasn't very thick, they easily could emerge from it, she realized. But when Tuxedo Kamen had attempted to stand, she had screamed in agony, her head jerked half off her shoulders. "Ow, ow!" she howled.
"What?" Tuxedo Kamen glanced down worriedly, trying to find her injury. "Where are you hurt?"
"I'm stuck." she whimpered, afraid to figure out how.
"Stuck?" he repeated intelligently. He glanced down, wondering if she was aware of the position of her head. He winced, hoping she wouldn't attempt to stand. He put his hand on the top of her head and attempted to push her down a bit, but that just caused her to cry out in pain.
"Ow, my hair!"
Well, that was more explanatory, he thought as he began to check for where her hair was caught. Was he kneeling on it perhaps? Or was it caught on a button or . . . he paled. Her bun, the jewel on her bun, was caught on the zipper of his pants! How was he going to explain this to her?
"Tuxedo Kamen?" she queried. He could hear the tears in her voice. "Can you get me unstuck?" She tried to tilt her head up to see, then blinked. "Uhhh, Tuxedo Kamen, can you, sit down?" she asked weakly. She couldn't believe this. She was stuck at waist level? Life was so unfair! First embarrassed in front of Mamoru-san and now in front of Tuxedo Kamen-sama! How bad could her life get? That question was answered as they heard more items rain down on their heads. The fluorescent light faded and they gazed awkwardly at each other in the dim lighting.
"Trapped." he muttered. Sighing, he wriggled about, angling himself so that he was half-reclining on the floor and she was kneeling over him, trying for a maximum amount of light to see her hair by. Perhaps if she removed the jewel they could get loose? Before he could suggest this, they remembered there was still a battle going on. Sailor Moon thought she could send the tiara out through the debris, so they took the chance. As luck would have it, their timing was perfect. Just when Mars' attack hit home, Tuxedo Kamen punched a hand through the debris, giving the tiara a path out. A muffled "Moon Tiara Action!" preceded a flash of golden light. The tiara cut through the debris covering the buried couple and found its target. The youma screamed in agony; the suspended objects crashed to the floor, a large portion of them falling on the pile. From the heap, the four senshi heard a groan.
Sailor Moon was relieved the attack had worked, but she had no time to cheer. While she had been preparing the attack, Tuxedo Kamen had been focusing on his attempt to untangle her bun. His gloves kept catching on the fine strands, however, and her eyes were filling with unshed tears. Her soft whimpers were driving him crazy and finally he stripped off one glove. Moon froze as his hand caressed the side of her face, slid along her ear as he worked with her hair. She closed her eyes, fighting off the desire to lean into his accidental caresses. But Tuxedo Kamen could read her shivers whenever he touched her ear and bit back a groan. Did this girl have any idea how much she tempted him? However, trapped in a pile of debris, with the senshi right outside was hardly the place to show her his growing attraction for her. Still, he smiled wickedly, he couldn't help but hint, could he? He deliberately traced one finger over the sensitive shell of her ear.
Moon angled her head oddly, startled. Her breath caught in her throat and she almost snatched his mask off, desperate to know if he was just toying with her or what. She tried to move to see his face better, but a sound made her freeze and him curse. His cheeks grew taut as he reached a hand down to re-zip his pants. Moon's face was redder than a tomato, eyes squeezed shut. "Hold still!" he commanded harshly.
She hung her head, about to apologize. However, sounds from outside the pile caught their attention. "Oh no . . . We're being rescued . . . How embarrassing!" Sailor Moon moaned. Tuxedo Kamen just let his head thunk back against the floor. How were they going to explain this one?
"Sailor Moon? Tuxedo Kamen-sama?" Jupiter's voice drifted in towards them. "We're coming!" She sounded so reassuring. She hefted a large sheet of metal off them, and then just stared.
The other three, sweaty, with pieces of wood in their hair, also stared down at them, dumbfounded. Mars shrieked, "What are you doing?" Moon covered her face with her hands, but Tuxedo Kamen could see her neck was blushing. Thank God he'd gotten his zipper zipped before Jupiter had unveiled them.
"Don't just stand there!" Moon wailed. "My hair is caught in his zipper!" Being the loving, wonderful friends that they were, they waited precisely 2 seconds before bursting into uproarious laughter.