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It took a temperature of 40 degrees Celsius and a girl with the strangest hair style Mizuno had ever seen to get her to not only stay in bed, but to miss out on Cram school!
Correction, she would remind herself, the girl with the spaghetti and meatballs hair was actually her friend. Tsukino-san had become Ami’s first friend since she had left the 3rd grade: some 6 years, 5 months, 13 days, and X number of hours and minutes. That such an energetic, active, happy girl could see some social qualities that warranted her inviting herself to Mizuno’s home, keeping her in bed, making her tea and canned soup which she somehow managed to burn (the very concept of burning a liquid meal allowed Mizuno to feel as if she was studying something) was perhaps the second biggest paradox in the young girl’s life.
The first of course, was the discovery of Sailor Mercury.
Logically, it made no sense. The concept of magical girls was real only in animes and manga (she was sure that Sailor V was a fake), but the experience she had had still haunted her nightmares. The blood red youma looking to kill her, smashing her face against a computer monitor, and the sudden swell of energy she felt when everything just seemed natural, like it made perfect sense to trust a talking cat and to call out a phrase she has never heard but just happened to know regardless.
“I brought you some more tea Ami-chan”
Mizuno stopped trying to make sense of her extraordinary experience and rolled over in bed to look at Tsukino. It was a marvel that she was really in her room, looking after her while her mother kept her self busy by helping strangers; Mizuno was sure that last part was the fever talking.
“Thank you, Tsukino-san. You don’t have to do all this,” Mizuno started coughing as she tried to say more, and the blonde simply ignored her and rinsed a wash cloth in a bowl of water and fresh ice.
“Usagi.”
“What?” Mizuno coughed again.
“My name is Usagi. You don’t have to be formal with your friends.”
Was that right? It has been so long that Mizuno wasn’t really sure. But then again, were they really friends, or was Tuskino-was Usagi just looking after her partner?
She almost raised her voice to ask, but stopped herself to ask a more important question to herself; why question a person’s kindness?
“You’re right, Usagi-chan…” Ami whispered, smiling a little to herself.