[Fic] Just A Kiss Goodnight, Rated: T, Fandom: Sailor Moon, Chapter: 8/120
Just A Kiss Goodnight
Set: Red
Theme: Jealousy
8/120
By: Usagi Carter
Last Revised: July 19, 2011
Summary: He’s not jealous…..or is he?
Rating: T
Setting: Post Stars
Character(s): Mamoru
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. A link can be found on my profile. Or you can email me, I likes email ;)
Dedication: To Ang, Baine, Alicia Blade, Loki, and the countless other friends, fans and authors who’ve inspired me over the years.
“Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment” -- Annon
He kept telling himself he wasn’t the least bit worried that she was late. It was typical Usagi, he reminded himself. He knew Motoki was staring at him like he’d lost his ever-loving mind, and maybe he had. Two years ago he’d been a grouchy, lonely, successful college student with his eye on his future - making something of himself. It was amazing how much could change in two years. He had a family now, and knew some of what his future held for him. He had friends who meant the world to him. And he had her; though the little green monster that was sneaking into his brain at the moment was thoroughly testing that piece of non-negotiable information.
Usagi was over an hour late for their date, and he hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he was angry and jealous for the reason of her lateness. She was saying goodbye to the Three Lights with the other senshi. ‘I am not jealous! I’m not!!!!!’ his heart screamed, yet his brain wouldn’t let up. He knew the muscles in his jaw were ticking every few seconds and that his eyebrow was arched and that Motoki had just cleaned up the fourth shattered glass in the last hour because he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding in his hand until he’d broken it.
He kept telling himself he wasn’t jealous.
Deep down, he knew he was.
He’d been technically dead for several months. All the while Usagi had believed, he knew from their discussion the night before when they’d been laying in bed, that he’d just stopped wanting to be with her. He knew that Seiya had been there for her, protecting her, and had also been pursuing her. He was grateful that the Sailor Star had been taking care of his beloved when he couldn’t, but a large part of him resented every day, every hour, every minute and second that Seiya had gotten to spend with his beloved when he himself couldn’t be with her. It burned that she turned to the long haired man when it should have been him, when she shouldn’t have had a need to turn to anyone but her beloved. It was another point of anger against the Galactic Senshi that he would have to learn to get over.
The fact was, for the first time in two years, he was doubting himself on a level he’d never before done. Despite Usagi’s reassurances the night before, he felt like he was losing her. And this time it wasn’t his fault. Forces outside himself had caused the rift between them. “You know, if you’re just going to sit there and scare my customers away, can I suggest you either go home and sulk or tell me what the hell is wrong.”
Lifting sorrowful blue eyes to his best friend, Mamoru fought for the right words. “Motoki…”
“He isn’t you,” the blonde man retorted firmly, eyes narrowed. “The entire time you were gone, even with him here, she only wanted you. Don’t start doubting it now.”
“She’s late.”
Motoki rolled his eyes at him. “She’s always late.”
“True, but never this late. Gods, I’m losing my mind over all this,” he uttered, laying his forehead on the cool countertop. Motoki could only helplessly pat his shoulder. “I know in my heart, but I just can’t get my head wrapped around it.”
Motoki was about to say something when a loud noise, obviously a sports car, pulled up at the doors of the arcade. Both of them turned to see the doors open, Usagi bounding in before she turned and waved at Haruka before rushing toward the counter. “MAMO-CHAN!” she cried out, rushing straight into his arms.
He couldn’t help but smile. Even feeling as he did, he would never turn down her affections; he’d already learned that lesson the hard way with the dreams his idiotic future self had sent and with the whole Fiore fiasco. “Usako,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.
“Sorry I’m late,” she rushed on, lifting her head to kiss him. “I sorta spilled Minako’s Kool Aid in my hair and had to go home and wash it out. And you know how long my hair takes to dry.” He smiled at her, noticing that her hair did indeed smell like her shampoo, which she didn’t use this morning when they’d had their shared shower.
“Next time, call me,” he admonished gently. “I was starting to worry.”
She nodded enthusiastically and grinned sheepishly. “So, is it too late to go to the museum?”
“No, but I’ve got another idea altogether,” he whispered in her ear before he leaned closer and began nibbling on it. “Let’s go back to my apartment.”
“Bye Toki!” Usagi chirped happily as the pair made their way toward the door.
He had been jealous, he admitted to himself as they walked the way to his apartment, but he knew he didn’t need to be anymore, because despite the fact that Usagi had leaned on Seiya while he was gone, she was still his, and still in his arms. She was still his Usako.
Set: Red
Theme: Jealousy
8/120
By: Usagi Carter
Last Revised: July 19, 2011
Summary: He’s not jealous…..or is he?
Rating: T
Setting: Post Stars
Character(s): Mamoru
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. A link can be found on my profile. Or you can email me, I likes email ;)
Dedication: To Ang, Baine, Alicia Blade, Loki, and the countless other friends, fans and authors who’ve inspired me over the years.
“Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment” -- Annon
He kept telling himself he wasn’t the least bit worried that she was late. It was typical Usagi, he reminded himself. He knew Motoki was staring at him like he’d lost his ever-loving mind, and maybe he had. Two years ago he’d been a grouchy, lonely, successful college student with his eye on his future - making something of himself. It was amazing how much could change in two years. He had a family now, and knew some of what his future held for him. He had friends who meant the world to him. And he had her; though the little green monster that was sneaking into his brain at the moment was thoroughly testing that piece of non-negotiable information.
Usagi was over an hour late for their date, and he hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he was angry and jealous for the reason of her lateness. She was saying goodbye to the Three Lights with the other senshi. ‘I am not jealous! I’m not!!!!!’ his heart screamed, yet his brain wouldn’t let up. He knew the muscles in his jaw were ticking every few seconds and that his eyebrow was arched and that Motoki had just cleaned up the fourth shattered glass in the last hour because he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding in his hand until he’d broken it.
He kept telling himself he wasn’t jealous.
Deep down, he knew he was.
He’d been technically dead for several months. All the while Usagi had believed, he knew from their discussion the night before when they’d been laying in bed, that he’d just stopped wanting to be with her. He knew that Seiya had been there for her, protecting her, and had also been pursuing her. He was grateful that the Sailor Star had been taking care of his beloved when he couldn’t, but a large part of him resented every day, every hour, every minute and second that Seiya had gotten to spend with his beloved when he himself couldn’t be with her. It burned that she turned to the long haired man when it should have been him, when she shouldn’t have had a need to turn to anyone but her beloved. It was another point of anger against the Galactic Senshi that he would have to learn to get over.
The fact was, for the first time in two years, he was doubting himself on a level he’d never before done. Despite Usagi’s reassurances the night before, he felt like he was losing her. And this time it wasn’t his fault. Forces outside himself had caused the rift between them. “You know, if you’re just going to sit there and scare my customers away, can I suggest you either go home and sulk or tell me what the hell is wrong.”
Lifting sorrowful blue eyes to his best friend, Mamoru fought for the right words. “Motoki…”
“He isn’t you,” the blonde man retorted firmly, eyes narrowed. “The entire time you were gone, even with him here, she only wanted you. Don’t start doubting it now.”
“She’s late.”
Motoki rolled his eyes at him. “She’s always late.”
“True, but never this late. Gods, I’m losing my mind over all this,” he uttered, laying his forehead on the cool countertop. Motoki could only helplessly pat his shoulder. “I know in my heart, but I just can’t get my head wrapped around it.”
Motoki was about to say something when a loud noise, obviously a sports car, pulled up at the doors of the arcade. Both of them turned to see the doors open, Usagi bounding in before she turned and waved at Haruka before rushing toward the counter. “MAMO-CHAN!” she cried out, rushing straight into his arms.
He couldn’t help but smile. Even feeling as he did, he would never turn down her affections; he’d already learned that lesson the hard way with the dreams his idiotic future self had sent and with the whole Fiore fiasco. “Usako,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.
“Sorry I’m late,” she rushed on, lifting her head to kiss him. “I sorta spilled Minako’s Kool Aid in my hair and had to go home and wash it out. And you know how long my hair takes to dry.” He smiled at her, noticing that her hair did indeed smell like her shampoo, which she didn’t use this morning when they’d had their shared shower.
“Next time, call me,” he admonished gently. “I was starting to worry.”
She nodded enthusiastically and grinned sheepishly. “So, is it too late to go to the museum?”
“No, but I’ve got another idea altogether,” he whispered in her ear before he leaned closer and began nibbling on it. “Let’s go back to my apartment.”
“Bye Toki!” Usagi chirped happily as the pair made their way toward the door.
He had been jealous, he admitted to himself as they walked the way to his apartment, but he knew he didn’t need to be anymore, because despite the fact that Usagi had leaned on Seiya while he was gone, she was still his, and still in his arms. She was still his Usako.