Disclaimer: Yeah, wow, still don't own Sailor Moon. Not that it's surprising.
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Story 67: Tokyo Dreaming
Summary: Because, she was quite frankly running out of time.
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She had no face; none that the young blonde could decipher anyways. (Or, one could note that the suffering coursing through her veins had blinded her, leaving her completely unaware of all recognizable shapes.) She, could have been anyone really, she thought that must have been the point, just not Usagi.
A painful echo of a lullaby ripped through her ear cannel, humming, biting unmerciful deep inside her very soul.
"'dango," Perfectly arched eyebrows shot up in bewilderment at the sight of the young blonde before smoothing out, calming his proud face. "Have I introduced you to my fiancée?"
Heart bruised, suffocating inside her cavity skipped a beat before it stifled sound. Lips moving, warm, ocean colored orbs smiling he continued- with what? Her name?- She couldn't be sure, but she knew without doubt that she didn't want to know.
"Odango?" Face contorting with her own aching she twisted away from him, willing his departure. Instead the rich timber of his voice grew louder still, and without her hearts consent she felt the warmth of his hands on her shoulders.
Excruciating, pure and simple; why couldn't he just leave her be?
"Odango!" The voice grew louder until 'Usagi' was screamed and the atmosphere, her surroundings- the street in front of Game Center Crown- dissolved.
Blinking, once, twice the veil over her azure orbs softened before being yanked off completely and instead she found herself in her usual corner booth inside the arcade.
"Finally Odango," He sighs with what she thinks is relief. "I was worried that you might have slipped into a milkshake induced coma." Shoulders fighting, orbs narrowing he glares at her. "What were you thinking, falling asleep in a public place like this? I know that Motoki-" He went on lecturing the petite girl but she ignored his warnings.
"Mamrou," Usagi began timidly. "Where did she go?" She inquired.
Mamoru blinked, feeling utterly confused. "Where did who go?"
For a moment the young girl didn't, couldn't answer her small hands clutching at the fabric of her skirt, "Your girlfriend."
Eyes narrowed, Mamoru crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "What's this? Now we're jabbing at each other's romantic lives?" He laughed darkly to himself. "Well, since nothing seems to be off limits now you should know that I'm as utterly single as you appear to be Odango."
Eyes wide, the missing puzzle piece fell tightly into place and she absolutely lost control of the moment, caution destroyed. "Then why don't you go out with me?" She questioned, innocently, her tongue moving on its own volition.
"Eh?"Shock plain on his face Mamoru coughed, painted scarlet. "Do you have a fever?" He questioned, lowering himself so to place his forehead on hers. "You don't feel hot," He spoke absently.
Before he could separate himself from her Usagi took advantage of his proximity, wrapping her arms around his neck as to place one small, chaste kiss on his lips. Breathing against him, she spoke barley above a whisper. "I don't want to lose you to anyone."
Eyes softened, he reaches for her, drowning her in his embrace. "I'll tell you a secret," Smiling he leans towards her ear, whispering. "I don't want anyone to have you besides me either."
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An: Have any of you guys ever cosplayed before? Last month, I did just that for a certain convention. And, it was one of the funniest things I've ever done but I must admit one of the funniest moments came as this. My brother saw me in my outfit and he blinks, "You look like that girl from sailor moon or something." I was actually dressed up in black sailor outfit was a black medical mask with a biohazard symbol on it. I'm surprised he even remembers sailor moon really.