Disclaimer: I'm a good liar, but I don't think I can make any of you believe I own Sailor Moon. And I do not own Naruto either…
I only edited this chapter to make it... nicer.
Ninja Usagi, Part 3- Of chichat and of songs-
By Dudly
No, Usagi had not beamed when she saw the approval and appreciation in Mamoru's gaze when his eyes travelled around the room.
She only smiled brightly because it meant her plan would be carried out soon and the lights happened to hit her face in a fabulous, incredible way.
No, seriously, she didn't beam. She was a ninja and ninja weren't supposed to show their emotions (or so she read in Naruto).
And she didn't seem completely troubled by the lustful gleam the woman that Saori labelled a bitch held when they trailed on the very same Mamoru. No, she wasn't jealous or angry. She was curious. And it somehow happened that her job tonight was to investigate.
And if she was frustrated when the lady went to Mamoru, it was because she wouldn't be able to interrogate her. And the same argument goes with the relief that flooded through her when Mamoru didn't seem intent on having a long conversation with her.
She could read his body language better than anyone, and his eyes narrowing regularly plus his shoulders so stiff meant that he'd rather be anywhere but with the girl.
And she was right.
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"Chiba-kun!" Mikako called as she close the gap between her and the dark hair boy to leave only few inches. "You look really good! Time has done you good, you look more relaxed."
That's where he stiffened.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not here on a big seduction plan of mine. I just wanted to chat," she added when he didn't answer.
At this moment, his eyes narrowed, but he nodded anyway. After all, if his wife was the queen of trusting people and Mikako wasn't evil, he could make an effort.
"I guess we could talk," Mamoru consented, but his voice said otherwise. The girl had never talked to him about something deeper than looks and he wasn't enthralled with fashion.
He had kept his green jacket as a sign that screamed "Buying clothes and toss them away afterward to follow fashion is stupid".
"So, what did you do since high school?" she questioned blissfully.
Mamoru took a few seconds to filter the various facts from his head to his mouth and finally went for "Medic school. I'm working in Tokyo hospital."
"That's cool," she approved. "Love life?"
And that's when he glared at her, in a menacing 'don't go there' way. She laughed nervously. "Oops?"
'Not good, Mikako. You know he doesn't like to discuss. And if he doesn't like to discuss, no way he'd like to chatter with you. But he did and you just had to screw up, big idiot!' Mikako scolded herself.
"What about you, Atsuo-san?" Mamoru enquired tranquilly after seeing that she was losing herself in her thoughts.
Said girl stared at him incredulously. Her emotions could be read effortlessly on her face: why is he still here? Isn't he like… the guy to ditch someone the moment he is annoy with him or her??
It made Mamoru twitch.
The motion made Mikako blink and she realized she wasn't imagining it, so she stuttered apologies before finally responding the question.
"My life… isn't worth telling," she muttered miserably. "I live alone. I have no friends to fill the loneliness. I lost my job recently."
Mamoru frowned as she continued to list her pitiful situation. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care or even to pity her. On his own journey, he learnt that complaining about how life is unfair was nothing productive.
When Mikako at last caught sight of the disinterested gaze, she looked down uncomfortably.
It was only then that she noticed the golden shine.
"Chiba-kun!" she gasped, astonished. "You're married!"
The man swallowed slightly. 'Just my luck'
"To whom?" she asked eagerly.
"Well… um… you see," he stammered, unsure of what he should do… "My wife is…"
His answer was unfortunately- or fortunately, it depends on the point of view-, interrupted by an exclamation for silence. When he looked up to the stage, he silently thanked his Usako for the perfect timing.
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"Hey everyone! Ladies, gentlemen, others!"
But he still slapped his forehead as his beloved giggled warmly at her own (and lame) joke.
"I'm your hostess for the night. As some of you probably know, I'm the one who organized this night and…"
Usagi was forced to pause her speech when energized applauses filled the gymnasium for few moments and echoed even longer.
"Yeah, that's me. Since this is my gift to you, I hope it's to your liking."
Once again, the crowd cheered happily. Usagi seemed to be very proud of her work.
"If it's not, don't worry, it's not over! Everyone, please welcome a close friend of mine and a very talented violinist, Kaiou Michiru!"
The ocean hair woman stepped on stage and bowed politely.
The enthusiastic clapping died as soon as she began playing. The song was melancholic, and the audience was taken aback from the beauty of it. Apparently, they never listened to any thing so sad that it could make your heart ache.
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"Hey, bun-heads," a soft voice called behind Usagi. "Why are you crying?"
The blond hostess wiped away some tears as she turned to face the newcomer.
"Aah, I guess it can't be help, Haruka-san," she whispered, half-laughing and half-crying. "Michiru's songs always have me react that way."
Haruka chuckled warmly before pulling the small woman into her arms for a friendly hug.
"That's why you requested that she only played entertaining song after this one?" the tall blond laughed.
"Yeah… But I still allowed her to play this new composition of hers. That way, I can show off when I say she's a very close friend of mine and a very talented violinist," Usagi confessed in a childish voice, making her friend laugh.
The rest of the performance was great; even if the songs were simple (Usagi wanted the well known song so everybody could sing along). As predicted, they danced and they sang and it was a big success. Too soon to her liking, the not-so ninja at the moment had to quit Haruka to go and announce the next show.
"Ok, everyone, give it some more for Michiru-san before I introduce you to the next performer!"
Yes, she definitively loved to command applauses.
"Ok, save some for a pretty and refreshing girl, Aino Minako!"
Aah, sweet sound that it was, hands hitting hands in joy. She grinned to her friend who was now by her side, the same grin plastered to her face.
"Not only is she one of the best friends ever, she's also awesome at singing!"
Her eyes were going back and forth in the room and she was quite satisfied of the mood that was set.
"The song she's going to interpret, Mesdames et messieurs, is an old success. It's called 'Search for your love' and…"
She stopped violently as her eyes got stuck on one spot. She gaped at the familiar faces.
"Oh my… Kami-sama!"
And then she fainted.