Title: Tsukino does not equal Moon
Author: Ree
Theme: Preseries - junior high
Genre: general
Version: Anime/Manga
Rating: G

I asked for their stories and this is what they told me. I can't guarantee they're the truth, you will have to ask Takeuchi Naoko, to whom they belong to.

Tsukino does not equal Moon

AN: Tsukino does mean Moon, just in case you weren't sure.

"I said I would give you the moon." Kenji looked from Hiroshi to Satsuki. The frown on Satsuki's face warned him to ignore the next few moments. He really tried.

"The Moon! He is not the moon! You promised me!" Kenji cringed inwardly as Satsuki continued, her voice heading for a shrill. "Are you honestly trying to give him to me?"

Kenji stood up and walked away, leaving the argument behind him. This happened way too much, especially this last year of junior high school. He had once tried to argue with them. He had tried to make them understand that it wasn't funny. He friends had understood, especially when he became more sensitive to it these past couple of years. It was the others that still found it funny, or a girl who thought he would be more romantic because of it.

It wasn't easy having Tsukino as your last name. At first, way back in early grade school, no one acted any differently. He should have been grateful for those years. 'If it had been warrior, or some other cool name, they wouldn't have picked on me so much. But Tsukino... Ever since second year in grade school they asked me if I was the man in the moon. When was I going back there? Had I ever seen Kaguya, the moon princess? Now that we are in junior high, it is the romantic aspect of it, like Hiroshi promising the Moon to Satsuki and bringing her to me. Or they say that they are moon gazing, and sit there and stare.'

Later that week, after all the test scores were back, he casually listened to all of his classmates plans. The part that interested him the most was where they were going for high school. He was glad that Grandmother and Grandfather had made him study really hard. He was qualified to apply to any high school he wanted. Carefully jotting down a list of schools that his worst tormentors were going to, he smiled. He was going to escape them.