Second Period, Romance, Tragedy, Conflict, Essay
I suppose being trapped in a train for an obscenely long time is a good way to get the creative juices flowing. (Or it was more like, I needed to do something otherwise I'd scream and attack some poor innocent bystander. *really furious and frustrated*) Either way, Week Two themes are done. *sigh*
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Romance
Words: 458
Note: I know ipods didn't exist during the time Sailor Moon is supposed to take place, but shhhhhh!
Usagi sighed dreamily for probably the thirtieth time that afternoon. Though she was surrounded by her four best friends, it was evident that something else deep within her thoughts was preoccupying her. So much that she hadn't even realized Ami was talking to her.
"Usagi. Hellooo?" Ami called, waving a hand in front of her friend's face.
Rei rolled her eyes. "You can't get her attention that way. Let me try." Not even waiting for an answer, she "poked" the girl (jabbed) as hard as she could with her finger, leaving a red mark on her forearm. Satisfied, she looked up at Usagi's face, surprised to see that she had barely flinched. Her eyes were still half-closed, that same creepily dazed smile still set upon her face. Rei gritted her teeth. "What is with this girl? This is ridiculous!"
"Isn't it obvious?" Makoto laughed. "She's obviously still thinking about Naru and Umino. It was all she could focus on all day. How romantic it was that he took her to the rose gardens and they danced around the lake. How he's an awful singer, but he played her this gorgeous piano instrumental song he wrote for her on his ipod. How he had packed an Italian dinner (and the most amazing cheesecake) he had cooked for her himself, and the two of them dined under the stars. I've never really thought much of Umino, but hell, I think even Haruna-san was impressed."
Rei snorted. "Gah. Of course she's impressed. She and Odango have to be the most ridiculous hopeless romantics I know. It's sickening."
"Really, Rei?" Ami arched a brow, amused. "I could have sworn you've had similar fantasies before. Especially after reading all those romance novels you keep beneath your bed."
Immediately, the dark-haired girl leaped, hushing her friend before anyone overheard (or Usagi could snap out of her reverie).
Mamoru eyed the girls' exchange from across the room closely, furrowing his brow. Roses. Dancing. Dinner. Cheesecake. Personal composition. Stars. Was this the sort of thing girls looked for? This was romantic? But... what if he didn't know how to play piano or cook a gourmet meal? And rose gardens? What rose gardens? He had never seen any around this area... Just where had the boy taken this girl? Not even realizing he was doing it, he abruptly stood up from his stool and headed toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Motoki asked, both curious and a little irritated (since he had just finished making Mamoru's coffee).
"Piano, cooking, cheesecake, stars," he called out over his shoulder, as if his friend would have any idea what he was talking about.
Motoki stared. Sometimes he really wondered (and feared) what went on in that poor guy's mind.
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Tragedy
Words: 259
She watches him with baby Manami, making faces and singing children's rhymes off-tune. She can't remember a time in the last few weeks where he was this comfortable with someone, this happy, and the notion that she is here, in his apartment, to witness such a phenomenon in person makes her smile.
'Wow, he's so good with him', she thinks as something Mamoru does makes the baby giggle hysterically and bounce upon the bed in glee. When Manami wraps a chubby fist around his finger, the hugest grin spreads across Mamoru's face, and Usagi feels her breath catch in her throat at the adorable sight.
Even though Mamoru reaches for her hand a second later and twirls her around, celebrating the fact that he has actually made the boy laugh, and maybe they won't make such horrendous parents after all, Usagi can't help but feel the urge to cry.
This should have been their moment-maybe not now, but sometime in the future. Just the two of them, smiling and dancing and playing games with a child of their own.
And yet, here they are, an oblivious boy and a girl who can't imagine ever loving anyone else, trapped inside a fairytale with a tragic turn of events, both completely molded for each other and still somehow destined to be alone...
She sighs, faking a smile as he suddenly lifts Manami into the air, still laughing and grinning and somehow absolutely... giddy. His cuteness mocks her. Usagi pouts. If only he could see what was right in front of him...
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Conflict
Words: 357
Mamoru clenched his fist in irritation as the brown-haired boy's face inched closer to Odango's. He knew they were only practicing for a school assignment, some fairytale play or another, but the thought of that irritating guy being close enough to place his lips upon hers was enough to infuriate him.
"What are you looking at, Mamoru-san?" Natsumi asked, smiling in what he thought was a flirtatious manner, but it did nothing for him.
He attempted to smile back, trying to just ignore the little rehearsal going on right behind him, but it was so difficult.
If he just threw something at the back of that idiot's head, their "moment" would be interrupted and Usagi would be able to escape. And then he could step right in and sweep the girl off her feet and maybe take the guy's place (disregarding the fact that he didn't even go to their school and no one would ever allow a random older stranger to play the male lead) and kiss the girl senseless... It would be amazing; it would be magical; it would be...
"Mamoru? Mamoru?"
Mamoru looked up, realizing that Natsumi was still talking to him (and that he should have been helping her with her math homework, like he had volunteered to do just seconds after Usagi had shown up at the arcade holding Ginga Seijuuro's hand). Though he felt conflicted (common courtesy dictated that he stick around and finish the session before acting rashly, but if he didn't do anything soon, he was sure he'd implode), he nervously excused himself for five minutes under the pretense of having to use the restroom. When she (or anyone else) wasn't looking, he sneaked to the booth right behind Usagi and Seijuuro's, and, inconspicuously nicking a jelly donut from a nearby table, he flung the thing at the guy's face and ducked, hitting him directly on the nose. As Seijuuro shouted expletives, scanning the room hysterically for the invisible culprit and eventually having to excuse himself to clean the dessert off of his skin, Mamoru grinned.
There would be no other Princes in Odango's life on his watch.
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Essay
Words: 202
He tapped his pen in frustration, trying to find the right words to express his argument. It had been hours since he had started working on this essay, two hours since his girlfriend had dropped by with some slightly charred (but really adorably cut) homemade cookies, and he was still so far away from finishing. It was due forty-eight hours from now, and no matter how much he attempted to focus, his meager word count would not improve. 'Why is this so impossible?!'
As he began to contemplate tearing his hair out or seeking some sort of self help group for academic writer's block, he suddenly felt a finger brush his own. He looked around, confused, only to find that Usagi had, somehow during his mental anguish, fallen asleep against him, head resting upon his shoulder, hand just now holding his. She stirred a little, murmuring so softly that he almost missed it, "I believe in you, Mamo-chan," and he couldn't help but smile.
He brushed her cheek with his thumb, turning his head slightly to kiss her briefly, before grasping the pen again. Evil essay or not-if his princess had faith in him, then he knew he could accomplish anything.
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Romance
Words: 458
Note: I know ipods didn't exist during the time Sailor Moon is supposed to take place, but shhhhhh!
Usagi sighed dreamily for probably the thirtieth time that afternoon. Though she was surrounded by her four best friends, it was evident that something else deep within her thoughts was preoccupying her. So much that she hadn't even realized Ami was talking to her.
"Usagi. Hellooo?" Ami called, waving a hand in front of her friend's face.
Rei rolled her eyes. "You can't get her attention that way. Let me try." Not even waiting for an answer, she "poked" the girl (jabbed) as hard as she could with her finger, leaving a red mark on her forearm. Satisfied, she looked up at Usagi's face, surprised to see that she had barely flinched. Her eyes were still half-closed, that same creepily dazed smile still set upon her face. Rei gritted her teeth. "What is with this girl? This is ridiculous!"
"Isn't it obvious?" Makoto laughed. "She's obviously still thinking about Naru and Umino. It was all she could focus on all day. How romantic it was that he took her to the rose gardens and they danced around the lake. How he's an awful singer, but he played her this gorgeous piano instrumental song he wrote for her on his ipod. How he had packed an Italian dinner (and the most amazing cheesecake) he had cooked for her himself, and the two of them dined under the stars. I've never really thought much of Umino, but hell, I think even Haruna-san was impressed."
Rei snorted. "Gah. Of course she's impressed. She and Odango have to be the most ridiculous hopeless romantics I know. It's sickening."
"Really, Rei?" Ami arched a brow, amused. "I could have sworn you've had similar fantasies before. Especially after reading all those romance novels you keep beneath your bed."
Immediately, the dark-haired girl leaped, hushing her friend before anyone overheard (or Usagi could snap out of her reverie).
Mamoru eyed the girls' exchange from across the room closely, furrowing his brow. Roses. Dancing. Dinner. Cheesecake. Personal composition. Stars. Was this the sort of thing girls looked for? This was romantic? But... what if he didn't know how to play piano or cook a gourmet meal? And rose gardens? What rose gardens? He had never seen any around this area... Just where had the boy taken this girl? Not even realizing he was doing it, he abruptly stood up from his stool and headed toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Motoki asked, both curious and a little irritated (since he had just finished making Mamoru's coffee).
"Piano, cooking, cheesecake, stars," he called out over his shoulder, as if his friend would have any idea what he was talking about.
Motoki stared. Sometimes he really wondered (and feared) what went on in that poor guy's mind.
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Tragedy
Words: 259
She watches him with baby Manami, making faces and singing children's rhymes off-tune. She can't remember a time in the last few weeks where he was this comfortable with someone, this happy, and the notion that she is here, in his apartment, to witness such a phenomenon in person makes her smile.
'Wow, he's so good with him', she thinks as something Mamoru does makes the baby giggle hysterically and bounce upon the bed in glee. When Manami wraps a chubby fist around his finger, the hugest grin spreads across Mamoru's face, and Usagi feels her breath catch in her throat at the adorable sight.
Even though Mamoru reaches for her hand a second later and twirls her around, celebrating the fact that he has actually made the boy laugh, and maybe they won't make such horrendous parents after all, Usagi can't help but feel the urge to cry.
This should have been their moment-maybe not now, but sometime in the future. Just the two of them, smiling and dancing and playing games with a child of their own.
And yet, here they are, an oblivious boy and a girl who can't imagine ever loving anyone else, trapped inside a fairytale with a tragic turn of events, both completely molded for each other and still somehow destined to be alone...
She sighs, faking a smile as he suddenly lifts Manami into the air, still laughing and grinning and somehow absolutely... giddy. His cuteness mocks her. Usagi pouts. If only he could see what was right in front of him...
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Conflict
Words: 357
Mamoru clenched his fist in irritation as the brown-haired boy's face inched closer to Odango's. He knew they were only practicing for a school assignment, some fairytale play or another, but the thought of that irritating guy being close enough to place his lips upon hers was enough to infuriate him.
"What are you looking at, Mamoru-san?" Natsumi asked, smiling in what he thought was a flirtatious manner, but it did nothing for him.
He attempted to smile back, trying to just ignore the little rehearsal going on right behind him, but it was so difficult.
If he just threw something at the back of that idiot's head, their "moment" would be interrupted and Usagi would be able to escape. And then he could step right in and sweep the girl off her feet and maybe take the guy's place (disregarding the fact that he didn't even go to their school and no one would ever allow a random older stranger to play the male lead) and kiss the girl senseless... It would be amazing; it would be magical; it would be...
"Mamoru? Mamoru?"
Mamoru looked up, realizing that Natsumi was still talking to him (and that he should have been helping her with her math homework, like he had volunteered to do just seconds after Usagi had shown up at the arcade holding Ginga Seijuuro's hand). Though he felt conflicted (common courtesy dictated that he stick around and finish the session before acting rashly, but if he didn't do anything soon, he was sure he'd implode), he nervously excused himself for five minutes under the pretense of having to use the restroom. When she (or anyone else) wasn't looking, he sneaked to the booth right behind Usagi and Seijuuro's, and, inconspicuously nicking a jelly donut from a nearby table, he flung the thing at the guy's face and ducked, hitting him directly on the nose. As Seijuuro shouted expletives, scanning the room hysterically for the invisible culprit and eventually having to excuse himself to clean the dessert off of his skin, Mamoru grinned.
There would be no other Princes in Odango's life on his watch.
Period: Two, Literature
Theme: Essay
Words: 202
He tapped his pen in frustration, trying to find the right words to express his argument. It had been hours since he had started working on this essay, two hours since his girlfriend had dropped by with some slightly charred (but really adorably cut) homemade cookies, and he was still so far away from finishing. It was due forty-eight hours from now, and no matter how much he attempted to focus, his meager word count would not improve. 'Why is this so impossible?!'
As he began to contemplate tearing his hair out or seeking some sort of self help group for academic writer's block, he suddenly felt a finger brush his own. He looked around, confused, only to find that Usagi had, somehow during his mental anguish, fallen asleep against him, head resting upon his shoulder, hand just now holding his. She stirred a little, murmuring so softly that he almost missed it, "I believe in you, Mamo-chan," and he couldn't help but smile.
He brushed her cheek with his thumb, turning his head slightly to kiss her briefly, before grasping the pen again. Evil essay or not-if his princess had faith in him, then he knew he could accomplish anything.