[Fic] Just A Kiss Goodnight, Rated T, Fandom: Sailor Moon, Chapter: 3/120
Just A Kiss Goodnight
Set: Orange
Theme: Silence
By: Usagi Carter
Last Revised: June 24, 2011
Summary: The silence that followed Usagi’s three word declaration spurns Mamoru into action
Rating: T
Setting: AU Season 1
Character(s): Usa/Mamo
Author’s Note: Since I came up with a huge list of themes a couple years ago for a livejournal community I was once part of, I figured what better way than to get back into writing SM one theme at a time. There’s a long list of the themes, twelve sets with ten themes each - that’s 120 different themes. Each set is colored coded, but I may jump around, so pay careful attention to the themes ;). For a full list of the themes, you can visit my power rangers home page - it’s under the “Fun Stuff” page. If you private message me, I can send you a copy of the link.
Disclaimer: I don’t own SM, lots of other people do!
Dedication: To Ang, Baine, Alicia Blade, Loki, and the countless other friends, fans and authors who’ve inspired me over the years.
“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.” - Annon.
In the months since their first fateful meeting, through all the verbal battles they had endured, she’d never once uttered the three words that now hung in the absolute silence of the arcade. He’d gone too far again, knew with every fiber of his being he’d gone too far. She stood in front of him, tears streaming down her usually sunny face, gorgeous crystal eyes rimmed red, her whole body trembling from head to toe. The words hurt far worse than the slap she’d delivered to his once smirking countenance. His hand was cradling his cheek while his heart was shattering. He’d never thought she’d ever take him seriously when he was teasing her, never considered that he was doing more damage to an already fragile vision of her self.
The silence was deafening to him, because it allowed the words she’d said to resonate over and over again. “I HATE YOU.” He couldn’t help but stand there and blink in denial. In all her adventures, in all the teasing everyone always engaged in with her, and even after some of the heinous things Rei had said to her, she’d never ever once uttered those three words. Hell, she’d never said them to him before. And so, the silence stretched out more, breaking his heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Any hope he’d had for getting her to say another set of three tiny words went right down the drain.
“Are you happy now, Mamoru-san?” she finally broke the eerie silence that was draped around the two of them, the rest of the arcade looking on in avid interest and quite a bit of shock. “Is that what you wanted? To finally push me so far way? Do you honestly hate me so much that you wanted me to return the feeling?” she snapped at him, more rebellious tears leaking down her face.
He could only stand there and stare at her, his eyes and mouth wide as she continued to shake in front of him. “Odango…”
“For the last time, don’t call me that. I have a name, for the love of the Gods, use it!” she cried out before she snatched up her bag and ran from the arcade, her sobs echoing out around him, shattering the pall that had fallen over the arcade.
Motoki stood behind the counter, rag forgotten in his hand as he stared at his best friend. Rei, Makoto and Ami watched until she was no longer visible before turning their eyes to him. The tall Amazon made a step toward him before he turned and fled, the silence following him.
--
He didn’t know what made him decide to go after her, he didn’t know if it had been the awful eerie silence that had followed those three cursed words or the unnatural stillness o the arcade after she’d fled. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered him to have someone say that to him; but then, he surmised, no one else was Usagi. No one else had brought sunshine into his life the way she had, or had challenged him to rethink his beliefs the way she had. And then there was the pesky problem of the fact that, despite having no memory of feeling it as a child, nor as an adult, he knew without a shadow of doubt that he was in love with her. So, with much denial, he finally admitted to himself why he left the arcade as if the hounds of hell were chasing him - he knew he had to repair the damage to both his heart, and her own.
It didn’t occur to him until he was standing on a bustling street corner five blocks from the arcade that he really had no clue where she’d gone. Closing his eyes, he shook his head and began making his way toward the one place he was always able to find comfort - the park.
He walked the familiar paths, and again noticed how quiet it seemed, especially for a Saturday afternoon. There were very few people in the park, certainly no children, and not even the birds were making noise. It was as if nature itself was conspiring against his actions and trying to make him feel guilty. Closing his eyes, he felt a familiar tug on his soul - it was Sailor Moon. It wasn’t as strong as when she was battling a youma, but it was there, in the back of his mind, tugging at him. Taking a deep breath, he centered himself and then followed the pull.
The dark haired upperclassman found himself going off the main path, traveling through a large section of weeping willow trees, and then stopping at the edge of the lake. Sitting there under a willow that was perched on the water’s shore, was none other than his Odango Atama. It startled him momentarily to find his bond to Sailor Moon had somehow drawn him to his odangos-haired goddess. But for the first time in his life, he wasn’t about to question it.
Strolling over, he quietly sat on the ground next to the silent young woman. She wasn’t crying crocodile tears or sobbing her heart out as she was often known to do. No, she was sitting there, legs tucked under her skirt, a trail of tear tracks on her face. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, merely kept looking out at the still surface of the lake before her. Looking at her profile, he could see the tears still pooling in her crystalline blue eyes. Despite the fact that she was upset and that he had obviously hurt her, he couldn’t help but admire how damn beautiful she looked.
They sat there, nary a word shared between them, each lost in their own thoughts. When for the first time in his life Mamoru felt uncomfortable saying nothing, he took a deep breath and turned to face her. “I’m sorry.”
She stared at the water while he waited for her to say something, never one realizing he was holding his breath. “Do you know what for?” she softly asked, her eyes still gazing out over the placid surface of the lake.
“I was only teasing,” he murmured, his eyes watching her like a hawk.
“If you don’t know what you’re sorry for, then don’t apologize,” she bit out, closing her eyes while she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“I never meant to make you hate me.”
She turned tear-soaked eyes in his direction. “You just don’t get it, do you? I don’t mind the teasing, I don’t mind the nicknames most of the time, what I mind is the fact that you keep pushing me away. I’ve tried, millions of times, to make friends with you and you just keep pushing me away. It’s bad enough that you don’t want to be friends with me, but you’ve already taken the one part of me I’ll never get back, at least not completely.”
His confusion was so evident in the bitter quiet that followed her statement. “Usa…”
“I’ve been in love with you for months, but you don’t notice,” she choked out. “I’ve done everything I could to prove to you that you’re safe with me, but either you don’t see it or you just don’t want to. I can’t take it anymore; I can’t take feeling broken and empty anymore, Mamoru-san.”
She stunned him into silence with her heartfelt confession. “Usa….” he started, reaching out to her for the first time with her absolutely aware of what he was doing. Usually when he touched her, she didn’t realize he was doing it. He gently curled his fingers around her chin and turned her head toward him, his eyes full of wonder. In the stillness of the park it felt like he was on the edge of finally getting everything he’d ever wanted, all he had to do was allay her fears of him not loving her back. “Usagi.”
“Look, I know it was stupid to hang on this long, but I just wanted…” she got out before the sobs started full force. Quietly, while tears gathered in his eyes, he reached out and drew her into his lap, tucking her head under his chin. They sat there while she tried to stop the flow of tears that continued as a sign of a nearly broken heart and he reveled in the feeling that she loved him. He rocked her back and forth in the soothing, calming, serene setting of the park, until her sobs at last turned to hiccups and he could think clearly.
Deciding on a course of action, Mamoru brought his hand up and gently tilted her head back, his deep navy eyes staring into her light blue ones. With nary a word, he leaned forward and gently rubbed his lips against her own. She gave a startled gasp even as her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him. Their kisses varied in intensity, going from caresses that felt as light as butterfly to ones that left both of them panting heavily and their lips feeling bruised and tingly. Finally, when air became a necessity, Mamoru pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. Usagi stared at him and watched him lick his lips and smile. “Usako…” he breathed, watching her eyes fill with so much happiness he could feel it vibrating through her.
“Mamo-chan,” she murmured back, leaning forward to nudge his nose with her own, her tone telling him she could hardly believe what was happening. He grinned and sat up, tucking her head under his chin, his arms wrapped around her. They sat there, staring at the lake’s calm surface, both of them thinking how different this bout of silence was compared to when Mamoru had first arrived.
Set: Orange
Theme: Silence
By: Usagi Carter
Last Revised: June 24, 2011
Summary: The silence that followed Usagi’s three word declaration spurns Mamoru into action
Rating: T
Setting: AU Season 1
Character(s): Usa/Mamo
Author’s Note: Since I came up with a huge list of themes a couple years ago for a livejournal community I was once part of, I figured what better way than to get back into writing SM one theme at a time. There’s a long list of the themes, twelve sets with ten themes each - that’s 120 different themes. Each set is colored coded, but I may jump around, so pay careful attention to the themes ;). For a full list of the themes, you can visit my power rangers home page - it’s under the “Fun Stuff” page. If you private message me, I can send you a copy of the link.
Disclaimer: I don’t own SM, lots of other people do!
Dedication: To Ang, Baine, Alicia Blade, Loki, and the countless other friends, fans and authors who’ve inspired me over the years.
“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.” - Annon.
In the months since their first fateful meeting, through all the verbal battles they had endured, she’d never once uttered the three words that now hung in the absolute silence of the arcade. He’d gone too far again, knew with every fiber of his being he’d gone too far. She stood in front of him, tears streaming down her usually sunny face, gorgeous crystal eyes rimmed red, her whole body trembling from head to toe. The words hurt far worse than the slap she’d delivered to his once smirking countenance. His hand was cradling his cheek while his heart was shattering. He’d never thought she’d ever take him seriously when he was teasing her, never considered that he was doing more damage to an already fragile vision of her self.
The silence was deafening to him, because it allowed the words she’d said to resonate over and over again. “I HATE YOU.” He couldn’t help but stand there and blink in denial. In all her adventures, in all the teasing everyone always engaged in with her, and even after some of the heinous things Rei had said to her, she’d never ever once uttered those three words. Hell, she’d never said them to him before. And so, the silence stretched out more, breaking his heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Any hope he’d had for getting her to say another set of three tiny words went right down the drain.
“Are you happy now, Mamoru-san?” she finally broke the eerie silence that was draped around the two of them, the rest of the arcade looking on in avid interest and quite a bit of shock. “Is that what you wanted? To finally push me so far way? Do you honestly hate me so much that you wanted me to return the feeling?” she snapped at him, more rebellious tears leaking down her face.
He could only stand there and stare at her, his eyes and mouth wide as she continued to shake in front of him. “Odango…”
“For the last time, don’t call me that. I have a name, for the love of the Gods, use it!” she cried out before she snatched up her bag and ran from the arcade, her sobs echoing out around him, shattering the pall that had fallen over the arcade.
Motoki stood behind the counter, rag forgotten in his hand as he stared at his best friend. Rei, Makoto and Ami watched until she was no longer visible before turning their eyes to him. The tall Amazon made a step toward him before he turned and fled, the silence following him.
--
He didn’t know what made him decide to go after her, he didn’t know if it had been the awful eerie silence that had followed those three cursed words or the unnatural stillness o the arcade after she’d fled. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered him to have someone say that to him; but then, he surmised, no one else was Usagi. No one else had brought sunshine into his life the way she had, or had challenged him to rethink his beliefs the way she had. And then there was the pesky problem of the fact that, despite having no memory of feeling it as a child, nor as an adult, he knew without a shadow of doubt that he was in love with her. So, with much denial, he finally admitted to himself why he left the arcade as if the hounds of hell were chasing him - he knew he had to repair the damage to both his heart, and her own.
It didn’t occur to him until he was standing on a bustling street corner five blocks from the arcade that he really had no clue where she’d gone. Closing his eyes, he shook his head and began making his way toward the one place he was always able to find comfort - the park.
He walked the familiar paths, and again noticed how quiet it seemed, especially for a Saturday afternoon. There were very few people in the park, certainly no children, and not even the birds were making noise. It was as if nature itself was conspiring against his actions and trying to make him feel guilty. Closing his eyes, he felt a familiar tug on his soul - it was Sailor Moon. It wasn’t as strong as when she was battling a youma, but it was there, in the back of his mind, tugging at him. Taking a deep breath, he centered himself and then followed the pull.
The dark haired upperclassman found himself going off the main path, traveling through a large section of weeping willow trees, and then stopping at the edge of the lake. Sitting there under a willow that was perched on the water’s shore, was none other than his Odango Atama. It startled him momentarily to find his bond to Sailor Moon had somehow drawn him to his odangos-haired goddess. But for the first time in his life, he wasn’t about to question it.
Strolling over, he quietly sat on the ground next to the silent young woman. She wasn’t crying crocodile tears or sobbing her heart out as she was often known to do. No, she was sitting there, legs tucked under her skirt, a trail of tear tracks on her face. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, merely kept looking out at the still surface of the lake before her. Looking at her profile, he could see the tears still pooling in her crystalline blue eyes. Despite the fact that she was upset and that he had obviously hurt her, he couldn’t help but admire how damn beautiful she looked.
They sat there, nary a word shared between them, each lost in their own thoughts. When for the first time in his life Mamoru felt uncomfortable saying nothing, he took a deep breath and turned to face her. “I’m sorry.”
She stared at the water while he waited for her to say something, never one realizing he was holding his breath. “Do you know what for?” she softly asked, her eyes still gazing out over the placid surface of the lake.
“I was only teasing,” he murmured, his eyes watching her like a hawk.
“If you don’t know what you’re sorry for, then don’t apologize,” she bit out, closing her eyes while she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“I never meant to make you hate me.”
She turned tear-soaked eyes in his direction. “You just don’t get it, do you? I don’t mind the teasing, I don’t mind the nicknames most of the time, what I mind is the fact that you keep pushing me away. I’ve tried, millions of times, to make friends with you and you just keep pushing me away. It’s bad enough that you don’t want to be friends with me, but you’ve already taken the one part of me I’ll never get back, at least not completely.”
His confusion was so evident in the bitter quiet that followed her statement. “Usa…”
“I’ve been in love with you for months, but you don’t notice,” she choked out. “I’ve done everything I could to prove to you that you’re safe with me, but either you don’t see it or you just don’t want to. I can’t take it anymore; I can’t take feeling broken and empty anymore, Mamoru-san.”
She stunned him into silence with her heartfelt confession. “Usa….” he started, reaching out to her for the first time with her absolutely aware of what he was doing. Usually when he touched her, she didn’t realize he was doing it. He gently curled his fingers around her chin and turned her head toward him, his eyes full of wonder. In the stillness of the park it felt like he was on the edge of finally getting everything he’d ever wanted, all he had to do was allay her fears of him not loving her back. “Usagi.”
“Look, I know it was stupid to hang on this long, but I just wanted…” she got out before the sobs started full force. Quietly, while tears gathered in his eyes, he reached out and drew her into his lap, tucking her head under his chin. They sat there while she tried to stop the flow of tears that continued as a sign of a nearly broken heart and he reveled in the feeling that she loved him. He rocked her back and forth in the soothing, calming, serene setting of the park, until her sobs at last turned to hiccups and he could think clearly.
Deciding on a course of action, Mamoru brought his hand up and gently tilted her head back, his deep navy eyes staring into her light blue ones. With nary a word, he leaned forward and gently rubbed his lips against her own. She gave a startled gasp even as her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him. Their kisses varied in intensity, going from caresses that felt as light as butterfly to ones that left both of them panting heavily and their lips feeling bruised and tingly. Finally, when air became a necessity, Mamoru pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. Usagi stared at him and watched him lick his lips and smile. “Usako…” he breathed, watching her eyes fill with so much happiness he could feel it vibrating through her.
“Mamo-chan,” she murmured back, leaning forward to nudge his nose with her own, her tone telling him she could hardly believe what was happening. He grinned and sat up, tucking her head under his chin, his arms wrapped around her. They sat there, staring at the lake’s calm surface, both of them thinking how different this bout of silence was compared to when Mamoru had first arrived.