Week 5: Halloween
I won't start on the advantages of living 14 hours ahead of the rest of the world, but I do want to take a moment to be all sappy and corny and say some words before I launch into the next set of drabbles and icons.
Firstly, I want to thank shadowravyn for once again organising this fantastic event. I was really sad that I couldn't participate much last year due to all sorts of travelling and other insanities, but I hope I've made up with this year's stuffies. Nu, you are awesome and I owe you even more cookies. I also need to thank the following people for all their help and contribution: winea and flaxans, my Vanuatu travel buddies who put up with me when I locked myself in the bathroom for hours on end, trying to come up with original and interesting takes on these themes; my lovely sister Wendy, who puts up with me every other day; touchthesoul for her various comments and companionship on MSN as I chugged away on these; all the wonderful people who took the time to comment, especially aliciablade and kaitlynfall; and the rest of those crazy enough to participate in the challenge, particularly addictivish, amethysth, sailorraspberry, and bubblebubba, whose drabbles provided a refreshing respite from my own. I promise to read (and try to comment on) all of your goodies soon!
And now for the drabbles. Please enjoy and leave me a comment or two! :D
Week 5: Halloween
Disclaimer: This is a crack fic, and is not to be taken too seriously. It was not my intention to cause any offence, and if you think you may find sensitive issues difficult to deal with, then please don't read this and skip to the next drabble.
5a. Costume
120 words
Usagi slammed down the newspaper. “Those idiots! They don’t know anything about the Moonlight Knight apart from him wearing a turban and being masked-how dare they suggest that he’s linked to Al-Qaeda? That’s it, Sailor Moon is going on strike!”
--
Sailor Mars ignored the youma she just immolated and turned all her fury to the newcomer. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WE ALMOST GOT KILLED! AND WHAT’S WITH THE COSTUME?!”
The girl (or was it?) in yellow wobbled towards the Sailor Senshi. “The media’s saying the Moonlight Knight might be the leader of Al-Qaeda, so I’m taking a stand as one of the Taliban Tubbies. And anyone who discriminates against us will be punished by me, Osama Bin Lala!”
--
AN: On top of the disclaimer, I wanted add some extra information to justify my decision to write and post this drabble. I believe that Usagi is the type of person who, having to deal with fighting against real evil on a regular basis, is greatly offended when the general population discriminates against select individuals just because of their headdress. She may have been slightly over the top in her response, but I believe that Usagi had the purest intentions in defending those who are being discriminated, while at the same time trying to state that looks and names don’t necessarily reflect one’s affiliation with good and evil. I hope this makes sense, and I thank you for your understanding!
I wrote this as a poem, because I wasn't sure whether the idea I had would translate well into prose. I hope that's allowed, and please let me know what you think! XD
5b. Ghost
67 words
She haunts him like the aftertaste of wine,
The oaks and spices clinging to his breath
As her last words had before their death;
Like autumn breezes reaching lonely leaves,
Like frangipanis found on one-way streets,
Like the first ‘goodbye’, the last ‘hello’,
The mornings from the window and the evenings from the beach,
He carries with him her silent pleas,
Closes his eyes to find serenity.
5c. Pumpkin
344 words
Mamoru looked away from his book when he heard a nearby giggle, and couldn’t help staring when he saw the little girl skipping along the grass, basket in hand. She wore her hair in two small buns and stopped every now and then to twirl around before continuing on her path. The fourth time she spun around in her irregular circles, the girl lost her balance and fell, leaving Mamoru to watch, horrified, as her laughter quickly turned into tears. Seeing no one nearby to help her, Mamoru walked up to her, crouching so they were level.
“Are you okay?”
She fixed her watery eyes on him. “Usa doesn’t like falling down.”
“I don’t like it either,” he said slowly, hoping the words would come to him. “But you know what the best thing about falling down is?”
She had stopped crying, and shook her head.
“The part where you get up again.” Mamoru held out a hand. She stared at it for a moment, as if she was making a lifelong decision, and finally took it. When they had both stood up, she was smiling again.
“Usa’s gonna to marry you now, cause you holded Usa’s hand!” She picked up her basket, and pulled something out. “Hai, here’s mummy’s kabocha tempura. Give it back when Usa’s grownup, and we’ll get married!”
She skipped and twirled away before he could fully comprehend her words.
--
Mamoru looked away from his book when he heard a nearby giggle, and rose from his seat when he saw the girl skipping into the arcade, schoolbag in hand. He approached her as she was joining her friends, and before she could hurl her first insult of the day, Mamoru reached for her hand and placed the small obentou in it.
“Kabocha tempura,” he said as casually as he could. “Eat it before it gets cold.”
She stared at him for a full minute before something clicked and her expression changed, effectively putting Mamoru’s heart on pause.
“How did you know I love kabocha? Are you stalking me?!”
--
AN: Kabocha is Japanese pumpkin, and used in tempura. ♥
Warning: Contains adult concepts.
5d. Tricks
158 words
He was Tuxedo Kamen, the protector of Tokyo, of Earth. He was the Crown Prince Endymion of the Golden Kingdom, and would soon be King Endymion of Crystal Tokyo. He was the wielder of the Golden Crystal, and was inferior to no one.
But he was also Chiba Mamoru, a man, flesh and blood, in his prime. A man who could only lie in bed beside his girlfriend and attempt to catch his breath while the blood continued to pound in his ears.
“Where on earth did you learn how to do that?”
Usagi shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just a few tricks I picked up from the Internet.”
He shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a few more moments to recover. Then, when Usagi least expected it, Mamoru grabbed her and rolled her over, taking great delight in her instant reaction.
If his future Queen wanted a tickle-fest, then she was going to get it.
--
AN: Did I trick you? XD XD
5e. Treats
100 words
Usagi was the happiest girl alive, spending Halloween with her most beloved Tuxedo Kamen-sama as he expressed his love by showering her with all sorts of candy. There was chocolate galore, where Usagi stuffed herself with mousse, praline, muffins; then there were thousands of candy hearts, where her masked hero declared his eternal love with the messages imprinted on those delicious sugar-filled goodies. And best of all, Tuxedo Kamen-sama was handfeeding her the biggest ball of marshmallow she had ever seen in her entire life...
Then she woke up and it was all a dream. And her pillow was gone.
5f. Scared
165 words
Mamoru peered out from behind the tree, looking around in both directions before making a run for the next tree. He sighed in relief, but tensed when he heard the startled gasp beside him.
“T-tuxedo Kamen-sama? Is it really you?”
Mamoru wasn’t sure what to make of the unadulterated adoration in Usagi’s voice. He softly cleared his throat, and hoped for the umpteenth time that his mask was firmly attached.
“Yes, fair maiden, I am Tuxedo Kamen.”
He did his best to remain calm when she squealed in delight, and fought to keep his expression neutral. He had agreed to participate as a masked celebrity in the charity event because the proceeds would go to his old orphanage, but the number of fangirls who attacked him was terrifying. And of all people, the very Odango Atama was standing before him with that look on her face...
“So, Tuxedo Kamen-sama, I guess it’s just you and me here for the moment...”
Now he was really scared.
5g. Graveyard
144 words
She couldn’t stand looking at him any longer. While the rest of the city was celebrating Halloween with their costumes and candy, Mamoru was at the graveyard, kneeling in front of two tombstones that were adorned with a white rose each. Usagi had always wondered about Mamoru’s aloofness, but today, after seeing him unexpectedly while she was visiting her own grandmother, she knew the answer was right in front of her. Her decision made, she took one step, then two, then countless more.
This close, he looked less lonely, less fragile, more of the Mamoru she fought with everyday. But when he turned to face her, his eyes were uncertain, exposed. She saw him shift internally, trying to grasp something solid and real, something that promised him a new beginning.
So Usagi dropped to her knees beside him, and placed her hand in his.
And now for the final batch of icons. Once upon a time, for another UM challenge, I made an icon for "Ghost"--too bad there's no recycling allowed. XD "Pumpkin" wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for flaxans' awesomeness, and I yoinked the idea for "Scared" from one of shadowravyn's icons because I was too lazy to think of my own. XD And I admit, I got teary while doing "Graveyard". T_T Comments are much loved, so please let me know what you think! :D
- Please comment if you're taking (and even if you're not).
- Please credit either 'icontour' or 'mesmerising' if using. (Here's how, if you don't know.)
- Please drool over Mamo-chan if viewing. XD
Costume
Ghost
Pumpkin
Tricks
Treats
Scared
Graveyard
You can find all the icons I've made for this challenge here.
(Okay, so that's the end... What am I going to do with my life now?!!! T___T)
Firstly, I want to thank shadowravyn for once again organising this fantastic event. I was really sad that I couldn't participate much last year due to all sorts of travelling and other insanities, but I hope I've made up with this year's stuffies. Nu, you are awesome and I owe you even more cookies. I also need to thank the following people for all their help and contribution: winea and flaxans, my Vanuatu travel buddies who put up with me when I locked myself in the bathroom for hours on end, trying to come up with original and interesting takes on these themes; my lovely sister Wendy, who puts up with me every other day; touchthesoul for her various comments and companionship on MSN as I chugged away on these; all the wonderful people who took the time to comment, especially aliciablade and kaitlynfall; and the rest of those crazy enough to participate in the challenge, particularly addictivish, amethysth, sailorraspberry, and bubblebubba, whose drabbles provided a refreshing respite from my own. I promise to read (and try to comment on) all of your goodies soon!
And now for the drabbles. Please enjoy and leave me a comment or two! :D
Week 5: Halloween
Disclaimer: This is a crack fic, and is not to be taken too seriously. It was not my intention to cause any offence, and if you think you may find sensitive issues difficult to deal with, then please don't read this and skip to the next drabble.
5a. Costume
120 words
Usagi slammed down the newspaper. “Those idiots! They don’t know anything about the Moonlight Knight apart from him wearing a turban and being masked-how dare they suggest that he’s linked to Al-Qaeda? That’s it, Sailor Moon is going on strike!”
--
Sailor Mars ignored the youma she just immolated and turned all her fury to the newcomer. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WE ALMOST GOT KILLED! AND WHAT’S WITH THE COSTUME?!”
The girl (or was it?) in yellow wobbled towards the Sailor Senshi. “The media’s saying the Moonlight Knight might be the leader of Al-Qaeda, so I’m taking a stand as one of the Taliban Tubbies. And anyone who discriminates against us will be punished by me, Osama Bin Lala!”
--
AN: On top of the disclaimer, I wanted add some extra information to justify my decision to write and post this drabble. I believe that Usagi is the type of person who, having to deal with fighting against real evil on a regular basis, is greatly offended when the general population discriminates against select individuals just because of their headdress. She may have been slightly over the top in her response, but I believe that Usagi had the purest intentions in defending those who are being discriminated, while at the same time trying to state that looks and names don’t necessarily reflect one’s affiliation with good and evil. I hope this makes sense, and I thank you for your understanding!
I wrote this as a poem, because I wasn't sure whether the idea I had would translate well into prose. I hope that's allowed, and please let me know what you think! XD
5b. Ghost
67 words
She haunts him like the aftertaste of wine,
The oaks and spices clinging to his breath
As her last words had before their death;
Like autumn breezes reaching lonely leaves,
Like frangipanis found on one-way streets,
Like the first ‘goodbye’, the last ‘hello’,
The mornings from the window and the evenings from the beach,
He carries with him her silent pleas,
Closes his eyes to find serenity.
5c. Pumpkin
344 words
Mamoru looked away from his book when he heard a nearby giggle, and couldn’t help staring when he saw the little girl skipping along the grass, basket in hand. She wore her hair in two small buns and stopped every now and then to twirl around before continuing on her path. The fourth time she spun around in her irregular circles, the girl lost her balance and fell, leaving Mamoru to watch, horrified, as her laughter quickly turned into tears. Seeing no one nearby to help her, Mamoru walked up to her, crouching so they were level.
“Are you okay?”
She fixed her watery eyes on him. “Usa doesn’t like falling down.”
“I don’t like it either,” he said slowly, hoping the words would come to him. “But you know what the best thing about falling down is?”
She had stopped crying, and shook her head.
“The part where you get up again.” Mamoru held out a hand. She stared at it for a moment, as if she was making a lifelong decision, and finally took it. When they had both stood up, she was smiling again.
“Usa’s gonna to marry you now, cause you holded Usa’s hand!” She picked up her basket, and pulled something out. “Hai, here’s mummy’s kabocha tempura. Give it back when Usa’s grownup, and we’ll get married!”
She skipped and twirled away before he could fully comprehend her words.
--
Mamoru looked away from his book when he heard a nearby giggle, and rose from his seat when he saw the girl skipping into the arcade, schoolbag in hand. He approached her as she was joining her friends, and before she could hurl her first insult of the day, Mamoru reached for her hand and placed the small obentou in it.
“Kabocha tempura,” he said as casually as he could. “Eat it before it gets cold.”
She stared at him for a full minute before something clicked and her expression changed, effectively putting Mamoru’s heart on pause.
“How did you know I love kabocha? Are you stalking me?!”
--
AN: Kabocha is Japanese pumpkin, and used in tempura. ♥
Warning: Contains adult concepts.
5d. Tricks
158 words
He was Tuxedo Kamen, the protector of Tokyo, of Earth. He was the Crown Prince Endymion of the Golden Kingdom, and would soon be King Endymion of Crystal Tokyo. He was the wielder of the Golden Crystal, and was inferior to no one.
But he was also Chiba Mamoru, a man, flesh and blood, in his prime. A man who could only lie in bed beside his girlfriend and attempt to catch his breath while the blood continued to pound in his ears.
“Where on earth did you learn how to do that?”
Usagi shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just a few tricks I picked up from the Internet.”
He shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a few more moments to recover. Then, when Usagi least expected it, Mamoru grabbed her and rolled her over, taking great delight in her instant reaction.
If his future Queen wanted a tickle-fest, then she was going to get it.
--
AN: Did I trick you? XD XD
5e. Treats
100 words
Usagi was the happiest girl alive, spending Halloween with her most beloved Tuxedo Kamen-sama as he expressed his love by showering her with all sorts of candy. There was chocolate galore, where Usagi stuffed herself with mousse, praline, muffins; then there were thousands of candy hearts, where her masked hero declared his eternal love with the messages imprinted on those delicious sugar-filled goodies. And best of all, Tuxedo Kamen-sama was handfeeding her the biggest ball of marshmallow she had ever seen in her entire life...
Then she woke up and it was all a dream. And her pillow was gone.
5f. Scared
165 words
Mamoru peered out from behind the tree, looking around in both directions before making a run for the next tree. He sighed in relief, but tensed when he heard the startled gasp beside him.
“T-tuxedo Kamen-sama? Is it really you?”
Mamoru wasn’t sure what to make of the unadulterated adoration in Usagi’s voice. He softly cleared his throat, and hoped for the umpteenth time that his mask was firmly attached.
“Yes, fair maiden, I am Tuxedo Kamen.”
He did his best to remain calm when she squealed in delight, and fought to keep his expression neutral. He had agreed to participate as a masked celebrity in the charity event because the proceeds would go to his old orphanage, but the number of fangirls who attacked him was terrifying. And of all people, the very Odango Atama was standing before him with that look on her face...
“So, Tuxedo Kamen-sama, I guess it’s just you and me here for the moment...”
Now he was really scared.
5g. Graveyard
144 words
She couldn’t stand looking at him any longer. While the rest of the city was celebrating Halloween with their costumes and candy, Mamoru was at the graveyard, kneeling in front of two tombstones that were adorned with a white rose each. Usagi had always wondered about Mamoru’s aloofness, but today, after seeing him unexpectedly while she was visiting her own grandmother, she knew the answer was right in front of her. Her decision made, she took one step, then two, then countless more.
This close, he looked less lonely, less fragile, more of the Mamoru she fought with everyday. But when he turned to face her, his eyes were uncertain, exposed. She saw him shift internally, trying to grasp something solid and real, something that promised him a new beginning.
So Usagi dropped to her knees beside him, and placed her hand in his.
And now for the final batch of icons. Once upon a time, for another UM challenge, I made an icon for "Ghost"--too bad there's no recycling allowed. XD "Pumpkin" wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for flaxans' awesomeness, and I yoinked the idea for "Scared" from one of shadowravyn's icons because I was too lazy to think of my own. XD And I admit, I got teary while doing "Graveyard". T_T Comments are much loved, so please let me know what you think! :D
- Please comment if you're taking (and even if you're not).
- Please credit either 'icontour' or 'mesmerising' if using. (Here's how, if you don't know.)
- Please drool over Mamo-chan if viewing. XD
Costume
Ghost
Pumpkin
Tricks
Treats
Scared
Graveyard
You can find all the icons I've made for this challenge here.
(Okay, so that's the end... What am I going to do with my life now?!!! T___T)