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Title: Ransacked
Author: Ree
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Usagi - family
Genre: General
Version: Manga/Anime
Rating: G
Not mine, not yours (unless you're HER), but at least Takeuchi Naoko hasn't said we can't play.
Ransacked
Ikuko leaned her head against the door jam. One look at the room on the other side had drained her ability to support herself. She had to find the strength to do this. Lifting her head, she squared her shoulders and walked into Usagi's room. Today was the day. Today, this room was going to be cleaned from top to bottom. Every useless thing was going to be tossed. Every broken thing was going to find itself a new home at the recycling center or the incinerator, which ever was best for it.
Usagi ran through the her bedroom door, dropping her bag into the corner near the table where it would sit forgotten until she had to run to school the next morning. Flopping back on her bed, she stared at the shelf that was under her window. There was something wrong with it. Something seemed off. Closing her eyes, she tried to figure out what was different. 'Things are not in the same place. It has been reorganized.' Her eyes popped open and she flew across the open space between bed and the shelf. On her knees she examined the contents. "They have definitely been moved. Did Shingo come in here and mess with my stuff? I thought I had finally taught that kid to leave it alone." Clenching her hands she frowned. She was going to have to teach Shingo a lesson he wouldn't forget. Her stuff was her stuff.
As she jumped up she noticed that Tuxedo Mask's star shaped music box was missing. Dropping back down just as quickly, she started searching the shelves. Failing to find it there, she started hunting all the areas Shingo tended to hide things. Usagi's already fraying temper got worse as the number of things missing started piling up.
Storming down the stairs, she cornered Shingo in the living room. "Shingo! Where are they?"
"Where's what? If you mean that lemon pie Mom made, I didn't touch it. Maybe you inhaled it and didn't notice?" He never took his eyes off the TV.
Clenching her fist together, Usagi's blue eyes flashed dangerously. She wanted that music box back. The other stuff she could forgive if he would just give that box back. Stomping around the couch, she blocked his view of his video game. "You can keep the everything but the music box. I want that box back!"
Shingo glared at her while he kept hitting different combinations of buttons on his controller. "Stop blocking! I'm in a boss battle here! And I haven't saved recently."
Usagi folded her arms. "I'll move when you return my music box and promise not to go into my room without permission again."
Shingo ducked his head as he attempted to see around her. Usagi dipped to keep his view blocked. "I haven't gone into your room. There is nothing in there I want."
"Sure! Where is the box?"
"I don't know what box you are talking about. Usagi-i-i-i-i move! I can't die here!"
Ikuko frowned at her children. Their arguing had pulled her out of the kitchen in the middle of dinner preparations. "What is this all about? Usagi, stop blocking the TV."
Flattening her lips into a mutinous line, Usagi considered disobeying her mom, but the look on Mom's face told her she better not go there. When she moved, she heard Shingo scream. His life points were almost gone. He barely saved his character with a series of rapid clicks that got him the healing potion before the last of his life point bled away.
Ikuko glared at both of them. "I'm waiting on an answer."
"Shingo went into my room and took my stuff. And now he won't tell me where it is." If looks could kill, Shingo would have died a messy death from the look Usagi sent him.
Ikuko looked towards the roof, looking for the strength she knew she was going to need. "Shingo didn't go into your room. I did."
Without taking his eyes away from the boss, Shingo crowed at Usagi. "See! I told you so!"
Usagi tried to suppress her aggravation. She could take it out on him later. He deserved it after that. Right now she had to find out from Mom where the box was. "Why?"
"It was a mess. You had stuff in there from your elementary school. Really, you need to clean out more."
Brushing that scold away, she focused on her main objective. "Where is my music box? The one that was shaped like a star."
Ikuko frowned as she thought. "That one? Wasn't that one an old one? Surely you aren't still attached to it."
"I just got it! It was so pretty that I just couldn't resist."
Ikuko tipped her head slightly to the side. "Did it work?"
Usagi nodded. "Yes, it did."
"Then I probably put it in the recycling box. It is near the door."
Disbelief was written on Usagi's face. "You...You were going to recycle my stuff without asking me?"
Ikuko folder her arms. "Your room was a disaster! You should be grateful that I cleaned up in that pigsty you call a room."
Shingo spared his mother a glance. If she was on a cleaning rampage then he had to make sure his stuff was put up. There were somethings he didn't want to lose.
"I am grateful! But... you could have at least asked me before tossing everything out!" Usagi rushed over to the box, hoping that the music box was there. As her hand closed over the star shape, she sank onto the small step, pulling it to her chest. It was safe. Opening the lid, she listened to the song. In her mind she could see Tuxedo Mask smiling at her.
Ignoring what else was in the box, she headed back up to her room. She noticed that her room was cleaner, more comfortable. Flopping back on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. Sometimes she wished she was like Makoto, without a family to go through her stuff. But the smell of the lemon pie that drifted up the stairs changed her mind. She just couldn't live without Mom's sweets.
Author: Ree
Medium: Fanfic
Theme: Usagi - family
Genre: General
Version: Manga/Anime
Rating: G
Not mine, not yours (unless you're HER), but at least Takeuchi Naoko hasn't said we can't play.
Ransacked
Ikuko leaned her head against the door jam. One look at the room on the other side had drained her ability to support herself. She had to find the strength to do this. Lifting her head, she squared her shoulders and walked into Usagi's room. Today was the day. Today, this room was going to be cleaned from top to bottom. Every useless thing was going to be tossed. Every broken thing was going to find itself a new home at the recycling center or the incinerator, which ever was best for it.
Usagi ran through the her bedroom door, dropping her bag into the corner near the table where it would sit forgotten until she had to run to school the next morning. Flopping back on her bed, she stared at the shelf that was under her window. There was something wrong with it. Something seemed off. Closing her eyes, she tried to figure out what was different. 'Things are not in the same place. It has been reorganized.' Her eyes popped open and she flew across the open space between bed and the shelf. On her knees she examined the contents. "They have definitely been moved. Did Shingo come in here and mess with my stuff? I thought I had finally taught that kid to leave it alone." Clenching her hands she frowned. She was going to have to teach Shingo a lesson he wouldn't forget. Her stuff was her stuff.
As she jumped up she noticed that Tuxedo Mask's star shaped music box was missing. Dropping back down just as quickly, she started searching the shelves. Failing to find it there, she started hunting all the areas Shingo tended to hide things. Usagi's already fraying temper got worse as the number of things missing started piling up.
Storming down the stairs, she cornered Shingo in the living room. "Shingo! Where are they?"
"Where's what? If you mean that lemon pie Mom made, I didn't touch it. Maybe you inhaled it and didn't notice?" He never took his eyes off the TV.
Clenching her fist together, Usagi's blue eyes flashed dangerously. She wanted that music box back. The other stuff she could forgive if he would just give that box back. Stomping around the couch, she blocked his view of his video game. "You can keep the everything but the music box. I want that box back!"
Shingo glared at her while he kept hitting different combinations of buttons on his controller. "Stop blocking! I'm in a boss battle here! And I haven't saved recently."
Usagi folded her arms. "I'll move when you return my music box and promise not to go into my room without permission again."
Shingo ducked his head as he attempted to see around her. Usagi dipped to keep his view blocked. "I haven't gone into your room. There is nothing in there I want."
"Sure! Where is the box?"
"I don't know what box you are talking about. Usagi-i-i-i-i move! I can't die here!"
Ikuko frowned at her children. Their arguing had pulled her out of the kitchen in the middle of dinner preparations. "What is this all about? Usagi, stop blocking the TV."
Flattening her lips into a mutinous line, Usagi considered disobeying her mom, but the look on Mom's face told her she better not go there. When she moved, she heard Shingo scream. His life points were almost gone. He barely saved his character with a series of rapid clicks that got him the healing potion before the last of his life point bled away.
Ikuko glared at both of them. "I'm waiting on an answer."
"Shingo went into my room and took my stuff. And now he won't tell me where it is." If looks could kill, Shingo would have died a messy death from the look Usagi sent him.
Ikuko looked towards the roof, looking for the strength she knew she was going to need. "Shingo didn't go into your room. I did."
Without taking his eyes away from the boss, Shingo crowed at Usagi. "See! I told you so!"
Usagi tried to suppress her aggravation. She could take it out on him later. He deserved it after that. Right now she had to find out from Mom where the box was. "Why?"
"It was a mess. You had stuff in there from your elementary school. Really, you need to clean out more."
Brushing that scold away, she focused on her main objective. "Where is my music box? The one that was shaped like a star."
Ikuko frowned as she thought. "That one? Wasn't that one an old one? Surely you aren't still attached to it."
"I just got it! It was so pretty that I just couldn't resist."
Ikuko tipped her head slightly to the side. "Did it work?"
Usagi nodded. "Yes, it did."
"Then I probably put it in the recycling box. It is near the door."
Disbelief was written on Usagi's face. "You...You were going to recycle my stuff without asking me?"
Ikuko folder her arms. "Your room was a disaster! You should be grateful that I cleaned up in that pigsty you call a room."
Shingo spared his mother a glance. If she was on a cleaning rampage then he had to make sure his stuff was put up. There were somethings he didn't want to lose.
"I am grateful! But... you could have at least asked me before tossing everything out!" Usagi rushed over to the box, hoping that the music box was there. As her hand closed over the star shape, she sank onto the small step, pulling it to her chest. It was safe. Opening the lid, she listened to the song. In her mind she could see Tuxedo Mask smiling at her.
Ignoring what else was in the box, she headed back up to her room. She noticed that her room was cleaner, more comfortable. Flopping back on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. Sometimes she wished she was like Makoto, without a family to go through her stuff. But the smell of the lemon pie that drifted up the stairs changed her mind. She just couldn't live without Mom's sweets.