Theme #37: Pocketknife
Meh, definitely not one of my most original works... Tell me what ya think!
Words: 731
“What is it?” Rei asked taking a seat on the cushioned booth before sliding over to let Ami in.
“Do you think it’s dangerous?” Usagi whispered wide eyed as she took the seat on the end next to Makoto.
Makoto experimentally poked the peculiar gadget before quickly withdrawing her hand. When it didn’t explode she cautiously picked it up and turned it over in her hands in an effort to examine it from every angle. She quickly became bored, decided it was not dangerous, and tossed if over to Ami who fumbled it before clasping it firmly in both hands.
“It seems to be made of some sort of metallic alloy and a hard synthetic material,” the bluenette explained moving ‘it’ closer and then further away from her eyes, “there also appear to be some depressions…”
Ami’s lecture was cut short when Minako snatched the strange device from the female genius and began to fiddle with it. A few seconds later a tragic event occurred.
“Ahhh,” Minako’s screech of pain echoed throughout the Arcade causing the other customers to stop whatever they were doing to turn and look at the wailing blonde.
“I broke a nail,” she sobbed and shoved the offending mysterious object towards Usagi.
Usagi eyed the bizarre item warily as Mina mourned her wasted manicure, and the other clientele returned to their food and conversations. Slowly Usagi picked ‘it’ up and after a quick inspection she noticed something that not even Ami had noticed.
“Hey guys,” Usagi began excited about her discovery.
“Don’t worry Mina, you can barely notice it,” Matoko attempted to cheer up the senshi of love.
“But you can notice it,” Mina continued to cry hiding her hand within her long hair.
“Guys,” Usagi tried again.
“…and tomorrow I had a date with this really cute boy who sits behind me in homeroom. How can I go with a disfigured nail?”
“You know your nails grow extra fast, just like Usagi’s hair,” Rei comforted patiently, “by tomorrow it’ll be back to normal.”
“Guys!” Usagi cried in frustration.
The four girls turned to their friend various degrees of shock registering on their faces. It was not often that Usagi raised her voice, unless she was whining of course.
“Whoa Odango, don’t blow a gasket,” Rei muttered.
Usagi pouted at the priestess who flushed under the shorter girl’s cerulean gaze. “Look there’s an ‘M’ on the thing-y…”
“Well that could stand for anyone,” Ami sighed.
“Minako.”
“Matoko.”
“Motoki.”
“Mamoru,” Usagi said at the same time as a deeper voice, causing all the girls to jump, though the pig-tailed leader jumped the highest.
“Good afternoon ladies,” Chiba Mamoru bowed his head slightly, “it appears you have something that belongs to me.”
He gently plucked the object out of a blushing Usagi’s fingertips, and bowed once again a smug smirk on his face.
“Oh, by the way,” Mamoru said carelessly flipping open one of the blades and then snapping it shut with a loud click, “It’s called a pocketknife.”
Then he gracefully turned on his heel and smoothly strolled away. As one the five girls released breaths they had not realized they’d been holding.
“It should be illegal for a man to be that handsome,” Minako broke the silence her voice breathless.
Rei and Makoto nodded slowly in agreement. Ami stared out into space with the same expression she wore when working on a difficult math problem.
Usagi pretended to gag.
“How can you even think that of Mamo-Baka,” she squeaked.
“Well he does have beautiful dark hair…”
“…gorgeous blue eyes…”
“…an amazing body.”
“If you all like him so much why don’t you date him?” Usagi rolled her eyes at her friends, “I’m sure his ego’s big enough for three girlfriends.”
Mina shook her head and sighed in mock dejection. “He’s already taken.”
“By who?” Usagi asked. She was so surprised by Mina’s comment she did not even try to conceal the jealousy in her voice.
“They make a really cute couple too,” Makoto added a devilish grin on her face.
“Who? Do I know her?”
“But it’s not like you care anyway,” Rei teased, watching Mamoru out of the corner of her eye as he shot what he thought were sly glances at Usagi over his coffee cup, “Right?”
“Of course I don’t,” Usagi stuttered her eyes innocently wide.
Silence.
“Hey guys,” Ami said suddenly broke out of her trance, “Why do you think Mamoru carries around a pocketknife?”
I'll take your guys' comments, fix-up this drabble, and then post it on ff.net in a few days. Keep a look out for the improved version there if you want to tell me which version is better.
Words: 731
“What is it?” Rei asked taking a seat on the cushioned booth before sliding over to let Ami in.
“Do you think it’s dangerous?” Usagi whispered wide eyed as she took the seat on the end next to Makoto.
Makoto experimentally poked the peculiar gadget before quickly withdrawing her hand. When it didn’t explode she cautiously picked it up and turned it over in her hands in an effort to examine it from every angle. She quickly became bored, decided it was not dangerous, and tossed if over to Ami who fumbled it before clasping it firmly in both hands.
“It seems to be made of some sort of metallic alloy and a hard synthetic material,” the bluenette explained moving ‘it’ closer and then further away from her eyes, “there also appear to be some depressions…”
Ami’s lecture was cut short when Minako snatched the strange device from the female genius and began to fiddle with it. A few seconds later a tragic event occurred.
“Ahhh,” Minako’s screech of pain echoed throughout the Arcade causing the other customers to stop whatever they were doing to turn and look at the wailing blonde.
“I broke a nail,” she sobbed and shoved the offending mysterious object towards Usagi.
Usagi eyed the bizarre item warily as Mina mourned her wasted manicure, and the other clientele returned to their food and conversations. Slowly Usagi picked ‘it’ up and after a quick inspection she noticed something that not even Ami had noticed.
“Hey guys,” Usagi began excited about her discovery.
“Don’t worry Mina, you can barely notice it,” Matoko attempted to cheer up the senshi of love.
“But you can notice it,” Mina continued to cry hiding her hand within her long hair.
“Guys,” Usagi tried again.
“…and tomorrow I had a date with this really cute boy who sits behind me in homeroom. How can I go with a disfigured nail?”
“You know your nails grow extra fast, just like Usagi’s hair,” Rei comforted patiently, “by tomorrow it’ll be back to normal.”
“Guys!” Usagi cried in frustration.
The four girls turned to their friend various degrees of shock registering on their faces. It was not often that Usagi raised her voice, unless she was whining of course.
“Whoa Odango, don’t blow a gasket,” Rei muttered.
Usagi pouted at the priestess who flushed under the shorter girl’s cerulean gaze. “Look there’s an ‘M’ on the thing-y…”
“Well that could stand for anyone,” Ami sighed.
“Minako.”
“Matoko.”
“Motoki.”
“Mamoru,” Usagi said at the same time as a deeper voice, causing all the girls to jump, though the pig-tailed leader jumped the highest.
“Good afternoon ladies,” Chiba Mamoru bowed his head slightly, “it appears you have something that belongs to me.”
He gently plucked the object out of a blushing Usagi’s fingertips, and bowed once again a smug smirk on his face.
“Oh, by the way,” Mamoru said carelessly flipping open one of the blades and then snapping it shut with a loud click, “It’s called a pocketknife.”
Then he gracefully turned on his heel and smoothly strolled away. As one the five girls released breaths they had not realized they’d been holding.
“It should be illegal for a man to be that handsome,” Minako broke the silence her voice breathless.
Rei and Makoto nodded slowly in agreement. Ami stared out into space with the same expression she wore when working on a difficult math problem.
Usagi pretended to gag.
“How can you even think that of Mamo-Baka,” she squeaked.
“Well he does have beautiful dark hair…”
“…gorgeous blue eyes…”
“…an amazing body.”
“If you all like him so much why don’t you date him?” Usagi rolled her eyes at her friends, “I’m sure his ego’s big enough for three girlfriends.”
Mina shook her head and sighed in mock dejection. “He’s already taken.”
“By who?” Usagi asked. She was so surprised by Mina’s comment she did not even try to conceal the jealousy in her voice.
“They make a really cute couple too,” Makoto added a devilish grin on her face.
“Who? Do I know her?”
“But it’s not like you care anyway,” Rei teased, watching Mamoru out of the corner of her eye as he shot what he thought were sly glances at Usagi over his coffee cup, “Right?”
“Of course I don’t,” Usagi stuttered her eyes innocently wide.
Silence.
“Hey guys,” Ami said suddenly broke out of her trance, “Why do you think Mamoru carries around a pocketknife?”
I'll take your guys' comments, fix-up this drabble, and then post it on ff.net in a few days. Keep a look out for the improved version there if you want to tell me which version is better.