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last drabbles!
2. a. Books
A/N (I): Yes, Harry Potter was initially published (I believe) six years after Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon, but just go with me here.
… “Odango, do you even have a favorite book?? I thought you only read mang-”
“Of course I have a favorite book!”
“Really?” Mamoru raised his eyebrows in intrigue, “Well then, Odango, what is your favorite book?” Usagi thrust her chin out proudly.
“Harry Potter.”
“That’s seven books, Odango; you’re only supposed to pick one.”
“Well they’re all my favorites.”
“Of course, only you and your over-active imagination would love books full of so much fantasy.” Mamoru rolled his eyes.
“But they’re good! How can you possibly not like them?”
“Well, I wouldn’t know, as I’ve never read them.”
“What?” Usagi sat stunned for a moment, and then a smirk spread across her face. “I can’t believe it!” she cried ecstatically, “I’ve read a whole series of books that the Great Mamoru-baka never has!” Usagi dissolved into laughter, but Mamoru shrugged.
“Odango, I just prefer to spend my time reading more intellectual and worthwhile books.” Usagi stopped, and frowned.
“Like what?” She eyed him suspiciously. “What is your favorite book, baka??” Mamoru cleared his throat.
“War and Peace.”
“Yech,” Usagi wrinkled her nose, “Isn’t that, like, ten million pages or something??”
“About the same length as Harry Potter. Just without the fantasy part.” Mamoru smirked, victorious.
“Yeah, well, I prefer fantasy because almost all the characters get happy endings!”
“That’s not like the real world.”
“So what?? I’m sick of the real-world’s un-happy endings.” Mamoru frowned for a moment and studied her.
“Odango,” he said seriously, “what could you possibly know about unhappy endings?”
A/N (II): I actually had this almost-word-for-word argument with a friend recently. I took Usagi’s side, of course, as Harry Potter, I do believe, is the best series of books in the history of the world. My nutcase friend, though, tried to read them, quit, and honestly claims that his favorite book really is War and Peace. I will never understand this man.
2.b. Romance
Usagi struggled to pronounce the word.
“La sss-mock-ing-”
“Odango,” Mamoru said suddenly, gently taking the edge of Usagi’s textbook and tipping it upright so she could see its title, “when you said you were actually going to study foreign language today, I thought you meant English.”
“HA! That’s what that attack means! I always wondered why it didn’t make sense. It’s in French!”
“What attack?”
Usagi seemed to suddenly come out of her reverie, and turned to her nemesis, ignoring the last question.
“Yes, well, yesterday I learned that some languages are more ‘romantic’ than others. So I got to thinking, and realized that I shouldn’t waste my time on something so boring like English; not when I can be learning much more important things like how to be a better kisser-” Mamoru suddenly envisioned an Odango-shaped shadow, making out in a dark alley with a mysterious stranger…
“Odango,” he said fiercely, “Romance languages are languages that all came from the same-” But Usagi wasn’t listening (as per usual), and cut him off.
“But apparently English isn’t one of them. So I decided to switch to French instead.”
Mamoru tried again to protest, but Usagi wasn’t listening. She had turned back to her textbook, and was whispering smugly to herself.
“Besides,” she muttered, “I’m willing to bet Tuxedo Kamen-sama knows some French…”
A/N: For those of you who don’t know or have never studied French, the words Usagi is trying to pronounce is ‘La Smoking’, which means “the tuxedo”. In the manga, Tuxedo Kamen has an attack called ‘La Smoking Bomber’, which actually (although I have no idea why) comes from this French translation for ‘tuxedo’. Usagi, albeit unbeknownst to anyone else, is actually being quite astute here.
2. e. Tragedy
He turned away, his cape fluttering in his wake as his body vanished into the air. Sailor Moon just stared, not really seeing anything except the rose stuck in the snow, suddenly frosted over. She watched hopelessly as its petals turned black once more and cascaded to the ground, and his parting words reverberated painfully in her head and her heart.
“Even if I defeat you now, I can’t take any pride in it.”
He had spat them out as if they were poison.
And yet he had still saved her. There had to be hope. Rei had said herself that she wouldn’t rest until the world was at peace again, and Usagi could finally be with Mamoru-san.
“Tuxedo Kamen-sama,” she muttered to the cold mountain air, “without fail, I will return you to normal.” The tears glistening in her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks. “I promise.”
2. f. Conflict
Sometimes Serenity was frustrated by the lack of “private time” she had with her husband. Whenever she had a moment free from chasing small lady about the palace, meeting with the senshi, or cleansing the city with her crystal, he was stuck in a session with his council, in some important diplomatic conference, or just busy in the control room with Artemis. It seemed that, with so many engagements, their schedules always conflicted.
Until one day Serenity came up with a brilliant (yes, brilliant-for once, Endymion had to hand it to his wife) idea.
…Except for the part where he was supposed to be the one to talk to Pluto.
Didn’t Serenity realize that that senshi could dead-o-scream him into oblivion?? But he had to try. Serenity’s whining was undoubtedly far worse.
So when he approached her, he was penitent.
“Erm, Pluto?” He cleared his throat behind his fist. “Could I have a word?” Pluto raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but allowed him to approach.
* * * * *
Five minutes later, King Endymion returned to the Crystal Palace, his head sporting a large, bluish-purple lump. Serenity blinked in surprise, and ran to him, cradling his head in her hands.
“Serenity,” he croaked, out of breath as he emerged from the time portal, “I think maybe we should just install a secret closet.”
2. g. Essay
Essay
2. v. To try at something.
100 words-yay true drabble! :)
Luna and the senshi couldn’t say they didn’t essay to protect their charge. Try to keep her dreams from floating out the window into the open galaxy; try to plant her hopes for the future firmly on the surface of the moon; try to restrain her love to the confines of her own planet and its people.
But Serenity’s heart was far too wild and unchecked, and her love too great, to remain imprisoned forever.
Earth prince or no, Serenity’s love would’ve destroyed the Moon regardless. It was terrifying, but beautiful; amazing, but astonishing; vulnerable, but unconditional. It was revolutionary.
3. d. Remainder
Usagi bounced into the arcade, beaming and waving her arm frantically at Motoki.
“I got them, I FINALLY GOT THEM!” Motoki looked up at Usagi, but Mamoru remained bent over his book. Usagi was annoyed for a moment that he was so blatantly ignoring her.
“Got…?” Motoki questioned, an eyebrow raised. Usagi yanked a handful of colorful rubbery things from her wrist and spread them out on the table.
“Sailor Senshi silly bands! I’ve been trying to get ahold of a pack of them for weeks! But today, I finally outsmarted the obnoxious little kids in the store!”
“And look!” she said excitedly, “Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus!” Usagi looked up proudly. “Annnnd,” she arranged the final band, a pink one, on the counter, “Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon!” She paused and sighed. “Unfortunately, I still can’t get my hands on Tuxedo Kamen. He’s in a separate pack, an every MORE popular one!”
Usagi didn’t notice it at first, but the last name seemed to rouse Mamoru from his textbook reading, and he leaned over, studying the assortment of various shapes laid out before him.
“And what menacing crime,” he drawled, “did you do to those poor children to get these?”
So he had been listening after all.
“Oh…well…it just so happened that Sailor Moon decided to appear at that moment, and…err…distracted them.”
“So…this enabled you to outsmart the other kids-who, by the way, are actually the right age to be wasting pocket money on childish fads-”
“Oh, shut up.”
“-how?”
“Nevermind,” Usagi grumbled in response, “You wouldn’t understand anyway, since you think silly bands are so darned stupid.”
“Hmm, you know; you’re right, Odango. Perhaps they’re more appropriate for you than I thought.”
Usagi could think of no reply to this, so she stuck her tongue out instead.
“That’s very mature.”
“Well, I was GOING to give you one of my shiny new silly bands, but if you think that it’s stupid, then I won’t bother!” (A/N: Pop Quiz--this is almost a direct quote from…”)
Usagi picked up her book bag, and strutted away angrily, out the door.
Mamoru turned to Motoki. “I wouldn’t need them anyway.” Mamoru lifted his sleeve to reveal an entire arm’s length of red, black, and white rubber bands, in various shapes. Mamoru grinned in victory.
“I’ve been buying up every package for weeks. Usagi is going to have to BEG me for one."
A/N (Sorry, I know there've been a lot of these): If you don't know what a silly band is, google it. Do you remember trading milky pens? These are like the milky pens of the twenty-first century. Kids are all over them. It's ridiculous.
4. e. Oil
Mamoru loved afternoons like these. Just he and his girlfriend lying on his bed-
-doing homework.
Haha. Got you, didn’t I? I know what you were thinking, but oh-no, Chiba Mamoru is far more honorable than that. Really, people. Get your minds out of the gutter. Mamoru’s thinking about Shakespeare papers and derivatives and periodic tables. Not SEX, for goodness’ sake. Sheesh.
Anyway, Mamoru loved afternoons like these, because it was his only opportunity to really just admire his Usako. He loved the way she looked, bent so intensely over her science textbook, nibbling on her pencil in concentration-
“Hey, Mamo-chan?” She asked timidly, her eyes never leaving the page, “What’s a loo-bri-can’t?”
Mamoru choked on the coffee in his hand.
“A lubricant?” he squeaked, his mind racing. He wished someone had WARNED him that Usagi was studying sex-ed in her 9th grade science class…!
Usagi was still looking at her textbook, however, and didn’t notice his panic.
“Yeah, this says that oil is a lubricant used in modern technology…but it doesn’t say what a lubricant does.”
Mamoru fell off the bed in a faint.
Well, I'm off to Maine! Good luck, everyone, in your last few days! :)
2. a. Books
A/N (I): Yes, Harry Potter was initially published (I believe) six years after Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon, but just go with me here.
… “Odango, do you even have a favorite book?? I thought you only read mang-”
“Of course I have a favorite book!”
“Really?” Mamoru raised his eyebrows in intrigue, “Well then, Odango, what is your favorite book?” Usagi thrust her chin out proudly.
“Harry Potter.”
“That’s seven books, Odango; you’re only supposed to pick one.”
“Well they’re all my favorites.”
“Of course, only you and your over-active imagination would love books full of so much fantasy.” Mamoru rolled his eyes.
“But they’re good! How can you possibly not like them?”
“Well, I wouldn’t know, as I’ve never read them.”
“What?” Usagi sat stunned for a moment, and then a smirk spread across her face. “I can’t believe it!” she cried ecstatically, “I’ve read a whole series of books that the Great Mamoru-baka never has!” Usagi dissolved into laughter, but Mamoru shrugged.
“Odango, I just prefer to spend my time reading more intellectual and worthwhile books.” Usagi stopped, and frowned.
“Like what?” She eyed him suspiciously. “What is your favorite book, baka??” Mamoru cleared his throat.
“War and Peace.”
“Yech,” Usagi wrinkled her nose, “Isn’t that, like, ten million pages or something??”
“About the same length as Harry Potter. Just without the fantasy part.” Mamoru smirked, victorious.
“Yeah, well, I prefer fantasy because almost all the characters get happy endings!”
“That’s not like the real world.”
“So what?? I’m sick of the real-world’s un-happy endings.” Mamoru frowned for a moment and studied her.
“Odango,” he said seriously, “what could you possibly know about unhappy endings?”
A/N (II): I actually had this almost-word-for-word argument with a friend recently. I took Usagi’s side, of course, as Harry Potter, I do believe, is the best series of books in the history of the world. My nutcase friend, though, tried to read them, quit, and honestly claims that his favorite book really is War and Peace. I will never understand this man.
2.b. Romance
Usagi struggled to pronounce the word.
“La sss-mock-ing-”
“Odango,” Mamoru said suddenly, gently taking the edge of Usagi’s textbook and tipping it upright so she could see its title, “when you said you were actually going to study foreign language today, I thought you meant English.”
“HA! That’s what that attack means! I always wondered why it didn’t make sense. It’s in French!”
“What attack?”
Usagi seemed to suddenly come out of her reverie, and turned to her nemesis, ignoring the last question.
“Yes, well, yesterday I learned that some languages are more ‘romantic’ than others. So I got to thinking, and realized that I shouldn’t waste my time on something so boring like English; not when I can be learning much more important things like how to be a better kisser-” Mamoru suddenly envisioned an Odango-shaped shadow, making out in a dark alley with a mysterious stranger…
“Odango,” he said fiercely, “Romance languages are languages that all came from the same-” But Usagi wasn’t listening (as per usual), and cut him off.
“But apparently English isn’t one of them. So I decided to switch to French instead.”
Mamoru tried again to protest, but Usagi wasn’t listening. She had turned back to her textbook, and was whispering smugly to herself.
“Besides,” she muttered, “I’m willing to bet Tuxedo Kamen-sama knows some French…”
A/N: For those of you who don’t know or have never studied French, the words Usagi is trying to pronounce is ‘La Smoking’, which means “the tuxedo”. In the manga, Tuxedo Kamen has an attack called ‘La Smoking Bomber’, which actually (although I have no idea why) comes from this French translation for ‘tuxedo’. Usagi, albeit unbeknownst to anyone else, is actually being quite astute here.
2. e. Tragedy
He turned away, his cape fluttering in his wake as his body vanished into the air. Sailor Moon just stared, not really seeing anything except the rose stuck in the snow, suddenly frosted over. She watched hopelessly as its petals turned black once more and cascaded to the ground, and his parting words reverberated painfully in her head and her heart.
“Even if I defeat you now, I can’t take any pride in it.”
He had spat them out as if they were poison.
And yet he had still saved her. There had to be hope. Rei had said herself that she wouldn’t rest until the world was at peace again, and Usagi could finally be with Mamoru-san.
“Tuxedo Kamen-sama,” she muttered to the cold mountain air, “without fail, I will return you to normal.” The tears glistening in her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks. “I promise.”
2. f. Conflict
Sometimes Serenity was frustrated by the lack of “private time” she had with her husband. Whenever she had a moment free from chasing small lady about the palace, meeting with the senshi, or cleansing the city with her crystal, he was stuck in a session with his council, in some important diplomatic conference, or just busy in the control room with Artemis. It seemed that, with so many engagements, their schedules always conflicted.
Until one day Serenity came up with a brilliant (yes, brilliant-for once, Endymion had to hand it to his wife) idea.
…Except for the part where he was supposed to be the one to talk to Pluto.
Didn’t Serenity realize that that senshi could dead-o-scream him into oblivion?? But he had to try. Serenity’s whining was undoubtedly far worse.
So when he approached her, he was penitent.
“Erm, Pluto?” He cleared his throat behind his fist. “Could I have a word?” Pluto raised her eyebrows suspiciously, but allowed him to approach.
* * * * *
Five minutes later, King Endymion returned to the Crystal Palace, his head sporting a large, bluish-purple lump. Serenity blinked in surprise, and ran to him, cradling his head in her hands.
“Serenity,” he croaked, out of breath as he emerged from the time portal, “I think maybe we should just install a secret closet.”
2. g. Essay
Essay
2. v. To try at something.
100 words-yay true drabble! :)
Luna and the senshi couldn’t say they didn’t essay to protect their charge. Try to keep her dreams from floating out the window into the open galaxy; try to plant her hopes for the future firmly on the surface of the moon; try to restrain her love to the confines of her own planet and its people.
But Serenity’s heart was far too wild and unchecked, and her love too great, to remain imprisoned forever.
Earth prince or no, Serenity’s love would’ve destroyed the Moon regardless. It was terrifying, but beautiful; amazing, but astonishing; vulnerable, but unconditional. It was revolutionary.
3. d. Remainder
Usagi bounced into the arcade, beaming and waving her arm frantically at Motoki.
“I got them, I FINALLY GOT THEM!” Motoki looked up at Usagi, but Mamoru remained bent over his book. Usagi was annoyed for a moment that he was so blatantly ignoring her.
“Got…?” Motoki questioned, an eyebrow raised. Usagi yanked a handful of colorful rubbery things from her wrist and spread them out on the table.
“Sailor Senshi silly bands! I’ve been trying to get ahold of a pack of them for weeks! But today, I finally outsmarted the obnoxious little kids in the store!”
“And look!” she said excitedly, “Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus!” Usagi looked up proudly. “Annnnd,” she arranged the final band, a pink one, on the counter, “Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon!” She paused and sighed. “Unfortunately, I still can’t get my hands on Tuxedo Kamen. He’s in a separate pack, an every MORE popular one!”
Usagi didn’t notice it at first, but the last name seemed to rouse Mamoru from his textbook reading, and he leaned over, studying the assortment of various shapes laid out before him.
“And what menacing crime,” he drawled, “did you do to those poor children to get these?”
So he had been listening after all.
“Oh…well…it just so happened that Sailor Moon decided to appear at that moment, and…err…distracted them.”
“So…this enabled you to outsmart the other kids-who, by the way, are actually the right age to be wasting pocket money on childish fads-”
“Oh, shut up.”
“-how?”
“Nevermind,” Usagi grumbled in response, “You wouldn’t understand anyway, since you think silly bands are so darned stupid.”
“Hmm, you know; you’re right, Odango. Perhaps they’re more appropriate for you than I thought.”
Usagi could think of no reply to this, so she stuck her tongue out instead.
“That’s very mature.”
“Well, I was GOING to give you one of my shiny new silly bands, but if you think that it’s stupid, then I won’t bother!” (A/N: Pop Quiz--this is almost a direct quote from…”)
Usagi picked up her book bag, and strutted away angrily, out the door.
Mamoru turned to Motoki. “I wouldn’t need them anyway.” Mamoru lifted his sleeve to reveal an entire arm’s length of red, black, and white rubber bands, in various shapes. Mamoru grinned in victory.
“I’ve been buying up every package for weeks. Usagi is going to have to BEG me for one."
A/N (Sorry, I know there've been a lot of these): If you don't know what a silly band is, google it. Do you remember trading milky pens? These are like the milky pens of the twenty-first century. Kids are all over them. It's ridiculous.
4. e. Oil
Mamoru loved afternoons like these. Just he and his girlfriend lying on his bed-
-doing homework.
Haha. Got you, didn’t I? I know what you were thinking, but oh-no, Chiba Mamoru is far more honorable than that. Really, people. Get your minds out of the gutter. Mamoru’s thinking about Shakespeare papers and derivatives and periodic tables. Not SEX, for goodness’ sake. Sheesh.
Anyway, Mamoru loved afternoons like these, because it was his only opportunity to really just admire his Usako. He loved the way she looked, bent so intensely over her science textbook, nibbling on her pencil in concentration-
“Hey, Mamo-chan?” She asked timidly, her eyes never leaving the page, “What’s a loo-bri-can’t?”
Mamoru choked on the coffee in his hand.
“A lubricant?” he squeaked, his mind racing. He wished someone had WARNED him that Usagi was studying sex-ed in her 9th grade science class…!
Usagi was still looking at her textbook, however, and didn’t notice his panic.
“Yeah, this says that oil is a lubricant used in modern technology…but it doesn’t say what a lubricant does.”
Mamoru fell off the bed in a faint.
Well, I'm off to Maine! Good luck, everyone, in your last few days! :)