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Okay, just to warn, the first one is sort of AU where they find out each other's identites and get their memories back without Mamoru becoming evil. Just saying beforehand...
b) Romance
“Mamoru-baka,” she called softly to him, hoping that he would at least open his eyes while she asked him this. He stirred, remaining hunched over the railing with his head resting in his hands.
“Mmm, what is it?”
She gave an exasperated sigh; it looked like this was going to be done the hard way. Wistfully, she tugged on his sleeve, forcing him to stand at full height. He gazed drowsily down at her, waiting for whatever was so important that she had to disrupt his much-needed sleep time for. She was flushed, and to him she seemed like she was feeling faint by the way she began to sway.
Feeling his eyes on her, Usagi looked at her shoes. “I have to ask you something…it’s kind of important, too, so put your listening ears on.”
Mamoru smiled at this, shaking his head. Even when she was trying to be serious, she wasn’t. How on Earth could he ever become used to her? He looked down at her expectantly. “Okay…my listening ears are on; what’s up?”
“Please, be serious, Mamoru-san. I’m not joking around with you.”
He blinked. There was something off about her today. What was she going to ask that could be changing her so drastically right in front of him? “I’m sorry,” he backed down, allowing her to speak. “Please continue.”
She nodded, though looking skeptical. “I-Mamoru-san, do you believe in happy endings, no matter the situation?”
He took a short intake of breath and paused. How was he supposed to answer that? It wasn’t a rhetorical question, but to him, the answer options were double edged swords. If he said yes, then in some situation, if it didn’t work out, then it’d be wrong. If he said no, then he would basically be assuring her that there would be no hope for either of them at all. Personally, he didn’t believe in either…he didn’t know what he believed.
“Odango…why are you asking me this?” he whispered, looking impassively at the city before them. It was theirs to protect. It was theirs to save. Whatever fate up there that was messing with them seriously couldn’t have placed such an important responsibly on two more inadequate people for the job.
Before he could dwell too much within his thoughts, Usagi shuffled beside him mimicking his motion of leaning over the railing, which made him nervous. He knew he wouldn’t fall, but she was the biggest klutz in existence! With a sigh, she grew quiet, both of them listening to the hustle and bustle of the city. He could see her looking longingly down at the people, wishing the same thing he did: to be ignorant, to be one of them…to be normal. He barely noticed that Usagi had started speaking once more.
“We’re not going to get one, are we?”
“I never said that,” he growled.
“No,” Usagi began, leaning back against the railing. “But you did imply it. It’s alright…I can feel it. Something bad is about to happen, Mamoru-san. Something, ‘Serenity and Endymion tragedy,’ bad.”
He internally winced as she mentioned that. Whenever that was brought up, someone always got hurt emotionally. He didn’t know about her, but it had left an ache in his chest ever since they had started getting their memories back right after they had found out each other’s identities. From then on, she had always doubted everything he did for her, thinking that it was just because she was Sailor Moon, or just because of their past together. Instinctively, his fingers clung to hers, entwining themselves, but she instantly pulled away.
“I’m not Serenity,” she barked, snatching herself away from him, staring wildly ahead. His own anger began to bubble within. She wasn’t the only one upset about it.
“And I’m not Endymion!” His fists clenched the rails so tightly that he was sure that he had permanently molded it to the shape of his fists. “But are you really saying that you can’t feel anything, Usagi? Is it really that hard to accept?”
Angry tears spilled from her eyes as she yelled, “How could we ever tell that we’re not just being controlled by some person in the past who knows nothing about us? Are you seriously going to let them play with our feelings? I sure as heck am not!”
“So you’re brilliant plan of action is to suffer and be miserable instead?” he yelled sarcastically.
Shortly after, he found himself nose-to-nose with her, having been pulled down by his collar. “Metallia is on the verge of attacking at any moment. We are not having this conversation right now.”
“What better time than when we might die, Usagi? What if we don’t come back? What if we don’t have one of your ‘happy endings’? Then what?” he demanded.
He felt a raw sting against his cheek, and a tiny sob escape from her throat. Tears fell involuntarily from the slap, but he was still furious with her.
“Please don’t say that,” she pleaded, her voice broken and scratchy. “I don’t want any of us to die, Mamoru-san…please don’t say that or it might---,”
“It won’t happen,” he murmured, reaching out to pull her in a hug. She flinched away, pushing his hands back and walking over to the opposite end of the balcony.
“Don’t. I-just let me think. God knows I could use some thinking time.” The sad part was, he couldn’t even tell if she was joking or not. He was almost pacified for a bit until she decided to add, “I can’t be two people for you or anyone, Mamoru-san.”
He didn’t move or speak for a while---she was kind of glad he didn’t---but when he did, she was quite taken aback.
“I only want one,” he snarled, walking back into the apartment where the Senshi meeting was taking place, slamming the glass door behind him.
Usagi cried softly. She wouldn’t go after him. There wasn’t going to be a happy ending, and now there wasn’t even a prince to sweep her off her feet. She slowly walked back into the apartment to get back to the meeting. She could tell by her friend’s worried expressions that Metallia was going to strike soon. Willing the tears to stop, she decided to get immersed in the plotting instead of Mamoru, who kept sending her pleading stares across the room. Even though she probably wouldn’t get her happy ending, didn’t mean she had to take the rest of the World’s.
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c) Classic
Mamoru closed the door, confusion racing through his mind. That had to have been the weirdest thing he had ever seen. She just waltzed into his apartment like it was home, put on his slippers, ate his food, messed with his stereo, criticized his books, and then left like nothing happened. What was his Odangoed nemesis playing at?
Suspiciously, he walked over to his stereo, turning on some Classical Music of the Baroque era before plopping himself onto his couch. He nearly had a heart attack at what he heard. Instead of his calming, soft music, some lady was singing in English about people from California! What the hell? With a curse, he raced up to his stereo, turning the music inaudible so that his neighbor’s wouldn’t complain.
In his haste, he almost missed the note taped rather bluntly on the front of the speakers. Curious, he ripped it off.
Do not remove under penalty of law. Hahahaa, just kidding you freak. I was looking through your music, but there’s nothing good ‘cuz this one singer’s name (Bok, I think it was?) sounded like I was coughing up a tricycle when I pronounced it. I’m going to let you borrow my CD for now. It’s really good music so try not to get your horrible Mamoru-ness on it. I wrote a list on the back of what the songs are in order, so you’re welcome!
Sincerely, Usagi
P.S. I took the Bok CD for now…I think that’s the one that my cat wanted me to get for her.
Mamoru was left staring at the letter for minutes before he came back to reality. Flipping the note over, he read the list of songs in order, his brow furrowing at every title.
“Okay,” he began. “What is a ‘Katy Perry,’ and…wait! What the hell does her cat want with my Bach CD?!?!?!?”
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I might actually get a couple more of these done tonight. I refuse to sleep. There is a spider in my room and when I tried to kill it I epically failed and it escaped somwhere. I will not sleep until it is successfully killed. Campin' on the couch, for now...may all spiders burn in hell, but they are great motivation!
-Fishyscales ;)-