Disclaimer: Since my mirror does NOT reflect Naoko Takeuchi, I came to the hard conclusion that I didn't own Sailor Moon. Mikako is mine, though. And even if I am from Quebec, I don't have the pretension to say that Simple Plan is under my orders or wrote any song for me to use.
Reminder: Atsuo Mikako is an OC, Saori is the girl who wants to be a police officer (Sailor Moon Super S) and all of this is being rewritten. Still no big differences though.
Ninja Usagi, Part 2- Chocolate sundae and Karaoke ROCKS!
By Dudly
"So you didn't get to disguise, huh?" Motoki stated teasingly.
"Pretty good guess, Motoki-nee-chan!!! Mamo-chan didn't let me!" The blond pouted, before adding grudgingly "He said I would scare people off!"
Motoki laughed warmly, imagining his old classmates' reactions to a grown-up woman in her old Ninja outfit humming the infamous Mission Impossible song.
That would be pretty much the reaction they would have when they'll see the new Chiba Mamoru.
Oh, he couldn't wait for the 'show' to begin!
"By the way, thank you, Usagi-chan," he said while casually wrapping his arm around her waist.
Usagi cocked her head to the side. "What for?"
"Organizing this night. I really can't wait!" he announced with an evil smile.
"My pleasure, Motoki-nee-chan, my pleasure," she replied with a matching wicked grin.
He helped her in his car before getting in on the driver side.
"Y'know what? How about we compensate the lack of disguise by a chocolate sundae?"
"Yay! You just know I can't resist that," she answered happily. But a serious look washed away the smile on her lips. "Don't misunderstand me though. I can't let you underestimate my ninja quest just because I don't have the costume. Behind the looks, I still have my ninja skills perfectly in shape."
"Huh… 'Kay," Motoki said hesitantly. "I don't underestimate you."
"Great!" Usagi beamed. "Your treat, onee-san!"
Thirty minutes later, they were in the reunion place, where Usagi had managed to put on quite an ambiance. She had gotten Minako and Michiru to perform later the night.
When asked, Michiru had smiled and nodded politely, willing to please the future Queen. Minako had simply beamed. She decided she'd sing Tree Lights most known song, the one they sang when they searched for their own princess.
It was a shame they wouldn't hear it, for no one really knew where they went. They never came back either. From great friends, they became good memories…
As much as Usagi was enjoying herself, singing at the karaoke with Motoki (because she had organized the night, she couldn't let it be boring), she was disappointed that Mamoru wasn't there yet. Not that she planned to spend time with him -oh, quite the opposite! But without his presence, she couldn't mention him to people subtly. She'd have to explain why she wanted to know about him, and it would ruin her investigation.
Two women drinking fancy cocktails caught her eyes and she pulled on Motoki's shirt to get his attention.
"What is it, Usagi-chan?"
"Shhh- Don't look now, but there's Reika and Saori-san at the bar," she adverted him like if it was confidential operation. Nothing wrong with entering the character, right?
But, of course, Motoki turned around automatically, making Usagi sigh.
"What?" Motoki protested in an offended voice. "We can go and inform them about your plan. You wouldn't want it to blow, would you?"
Usagi had to acknowledge the truth of the affirmation, and followed him.
"Good evening, elegant ladies," he greeted, bowing a little. "May we sit here?"
Reika giggled and Saori smiled indulgently, both rising to greet the duo properly. After Reika kissed her fiancé, they all sat and Usagi revealed her plan in a low voice.
"Interesting mission you've got here," Reika smiled. "You might be surprised. Mamoru-san really changed from the day he met you."
Saori, who was no longer in love with the guy, seemed to find it funny too. "Yeah, I think you can act it well. You sure did a good job with every detail. Even the invitation was perfectly cute! Did you do all of them alone?"
The blond woman shook her head in negation. "The girls all helped me with something. They said the only condition was that I must spill everything I learnt about my dear husband."
"Be careful though," Saori warned her. "Some people may tell you a bunch of lies. There were lots of rumours in high school and Mamoru-san was quite a mystery; they loved to make some about him."
"Oh? Well, that way, he'll learn things about himself too," Usagi giggled.
The three others laughed lightly, but Saori regained her serious when she saw someone entering the gymnasium.
"You see that woman in the cherry red dress?" she said to Usagi. "She's a bitch. I'd suggest you don't talk to her only if you have to, and only at the end."
The wannabe ninja was startled by the harsh tone, but the lovebirds only exchanged glances. They knew the girl, they knew the story… They didn't really hate Mikako, because yes, it was Mikako, but they didn't like her either.
"Huh… okay," Usagi lied, looking away. Motoki guessed it and sighed inwardly. Forbidding Usagi something was nothing but tempting her.
"So, how 'bout we go back to the karaoke?" he suggested, faking a sudden burst of energy. Luckily, the girls thought it was a great idea, and that stopped any badmouthing.
Or so he thought. Not too far away, without being too close, Mikako was fidgeting under the stares of her old classmates. She had seen Saori pointing her to a beautiful young woman who had seem surprised by whatever she had been told. An uncomfortable moment must have followed, because Furuhata Motoki soon trained them to the karaoke, hand in hand with Reika.
'So they did get and stay together… Life is full of surprise' Mikako mused.
As Saori best friend, she hanged out with Reika and had heard how Motoki restlessly courted her. In the end, she had agreed to go with him to the prom' so he'd stop bothering her. It apparently turned out well for the both of them. Reika seemed more loosen up and Furuhata, she had heard, owned an arcade or something like that.
She continued watching the group. Reika and Motoki sang a duet, and she could tell they were holding a conversation with their eyes. The golden hair stranger was next, an anime introduction song. The song Saori chose to perform was in English, played by a Canadian band called Simple Plan.
The title was Thank You and anyone who barely knew English would think it's a sweet song.
Mikako knew better. If the beginning could be count as a strange coincidence, the chorus couldn't be clearer.
It was only for her to hear.
So thank you for showing me
That best friends cannot be trusted
And thank you for lying to me
Your friendship, the good times we had
You can have them back
For more, she'd swear that Saori wrote it.
'Well, now it will be hard to apologize and fix things…' she thought, smiling bitterly. She knew some people were looking at her. She turned back, ready to shoot killer glares, but then she saw him. He was standing in the entrance, smiling approvingly at the decorations and looking at the karaoke with a proud look.
Yes, she had sharp eyes. He was even more handsome than before, completely grown up and shiny black hair complemented extraordinarily his magnificent dark sky eyes.
"Chiba Mamoru," she whispered.