Phew! This was a close call!
But yaay all done! 35 drabbles, 100 words each! ^___^ Success!!
Hallway
He had been here before. The marble hallway stretched in front of him, endless, changeless-
No. Not changeless. At the very end, he recognized the long, slim body, the telltale odangos...
“Usagi!”
He faltered. No. Not Usagi.
“Queen Serenity?”
She looked stricken. “What are you doing here? You can’t be first again!”
“What-“
“No! Go back! If you don’t go back now, she will never recover.”
“But I don’t know how!”
“Follow the hallway to the other end. You must not look back.”
He was about to turn around when she spoke again.
“I’m so sorry, Endymion. For everything.”
Sum
It just didn’t add up.
Rei stuffed her hands in her woolen coat, her eyebrows pulled down.
Mamoru was a very smart person. He avoided ninety-nine percent of his fanclub. Heck, he had even avoided her when she had stal-
Ahem. Moving on.
Anyway, why, if he hated Usagi so much, had he not found a way to avoid her yet?
“Oops! Sorry, Rei.”
Rei looked up, startled. Mamoru had just brushed by her, heading the opposite way.
He hadn’t even crashed into her!
And not a moment later-
Thud. “Dammit, Odango!”
Rei smiled.
Oh, yes. Everything added up perfectly.
Product
“I’ve got it!” Usagi announced. “Tuxedo Kamen’s a vigilante!”
Rei rolled her eyes. “All Sailor Senshi are ‘vigilantes’.”
“Nooo! He probably works for an external vigilante group. He probably has a team of scientists building his roses and cane, like Bruce Wayne! Ooh, maybe there’s even more than one Tux-”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” said Mamoru. “These conspiracy theories -this is the products of reading too many comics.”
“What’s your bright idea?”
“Maybe he works with the senshi!”
“Of course he doesn’t-“ Usagi broke off at Rei’s fierce glare. “Whatever, baka. What would you know?”
Chalk
He had pulled Sailor Moon out of the way the moment her arms made contact with the teacher youma’s blackboard erasers. The dusters had exploded in a shower of flame and chalk dust.
Now, there was a single, white, chalk-filled handprint on his cape.
He could cut it from his cape, frame it, compare it to the size to other hands…
And if she ever found out, she’d lose any trust she had ever had in him.
He’d make himself an enemy.
With a sigh, he slapped his cape once-hard. Her hand print dissipated, along with her identity.
Paint
“Masaru-chan, get back here!” yelled Usagi. “You have to clean up!”
Masaru gripped his paper in chubby fists. “My painting’s not done!”
Masaru squealed as he was scooped up into strong arms.
“Are you giving your teacher trouble again, Masaru-kun?”
“Chiba-san! I painted you!”
Times like these, Usagi forgot that Mamoru worked in the hospital too.
He’d probably make snarky comment about her irresponsibility later.
“That’s beautiful.” He gave the painting to Usagi. “Wouldn’t you agree, Tsukino-san?”
The painting was of her and Mamoru. Holding hands.
Before she could ask Mamoru what he meant, he’d taken the boy back inside.
Pop Quiz
Okay, so this whole dating business? Was totally not fair.
It was fine if you were the crushee. You were prepared. You had weeks to mull it over and figure out what you were going to say and what you were going to do…
Meanwhile, if you were the one being asked out-you got zilch. The question was sprung on you like a pop quiz, and all you had was one pivotal moment to decide.
But that’s not the worst part.
The worst part is when you surprise yourself with the answer you didn’t even know you had.
“Yes.”
Result
“Great. Greaaat. After everything I did, this is the result-this is the repayment I get.” Motoki furiously mopped at the spotless floors.
“What’s wrong with him?” Makoto asked.
Minako tipped her glass at the corner booth. “Them.”
‘Them’ meant Usagi nuzzling Mamoru’s cheek with her nose.
Makoto looked away. Everyone agreed that staring at them for too long was a little nauseating.
“But Motoki hooked them up! He’s not happy that they finally stopped arguing?”
“They were the arcade’s most popular entertainment. Without the fights, customers have dropped by a third.”
Makoto sighed. “Poor Motoki-he’s always the scapegoat.”
Element
“Check out that one. She has a nice Arsenic sulphide.”
Mamoru and Ami simultaneously choked on their drinks.
“Mm, yeah- maybe we should try an experiment.”
Ami spotted them first. They were two weedy junior high boys, shamelessly eyeing an Usagi who had stooped down to pick up a dropped quarter.
Mamoru shared one questioning look with Ami, who nodded grimly.
He strolled across the arcade.
“You two,” Mamoru snarled. “If you ever come in here and talk about her like that again, I’ll break your Deuterium Iodine Carbon Potassiums and shove them up your Arsenic sulfides.”
The boys ran.
AN: Arsenic Sulphide isn’t a substance that really exist, but if it did, it would be AsS. Iodine is ‘I’, Carbon as ‘C’, and Potassium is ‘K’. Deuterium, though not an element on the periodic table, is commonly represented as ‘D’.
Hallway
He had been here before. The marble hallway stretched in front of him, endless, changeless-
No. Not changeless. At the very end, he recognized the long, slim body, the telltale odangos...
“Usagi!”
He faltered. No. Not Usagi.
“Queen Serenity?”
She looked stricken. “What are you doing here? You can’t be first again!”
“What-“
“No! Go back! If you don’t go back now, she will never recover.”
“But I don’t know how!”
“Follow the hallway to the other end. You must not look back.”
He was about to turn around when she spoke again.
“I’m so sorry, Endymion. For everything.”
Sum
It just didn’t add up.
Rei stuffed her hands in her woolen coat, her eyebrows pulled down.
Mamoru was a very smart person. He avoided ninety-nine percent of his fanclub. Heck, he had even avoided her when she had stal-
Ahem. Moving on.
Anyway, why, if he hated Usagi so much, had he not found a way to avoid her yet?
“Oops! Sorry, Rei.”
Rei looked up, startled. Mamoru had just brushed by her, heading the opposite way.
He hadn’t even crashed into her!
And not a moment later-
Thud. “Dammit, Odango!”
Rei smiled.
Oh, yes. Everything added up perfectly.
Product
“I’ve got it!” Usagi announced. “Tuxedo Kamen’s a vigilante!”
Rei rolled her eyes. “All Sailor Senshi are ‘vigilantes’.”
“Nooo! He probably works for an external vigilante group. He probably has a team of scientists building his roses and cane, like Bruce Wayne! Ooh, maybe there’s even more than one Tux-”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” said Mamoru. “These conspiracy theories -this is the products of reading too many comics.”
“What’s your bright idea?”
“Maybe he works with the senshi!”
“Of course he doesn’t-“ Usagi broke off at Rei’s fierce glare. “Whatever, baka. What would you know?”
Chalk
He had pulled Sailor Moon out of the way the moment her arms made contact with the teacher youma’s blackboard erasers. The dusters had exploded in a shower of flame and chalk dust.
Now, there was a single, white, chalk-filled handprint on his cape.
He could cut it from his cape, frame it, compare it to the size to other hands…
And if she ever found out, she’d lose any trust she had ever had in him.
He’d make himself an enemy.
With a sigh, he slapped his cape once-hard. Her hand print dissipated, along with her identity.
Paint
“Masaru-chan, get back here!” yelled Usagi. “You have to clean up!”
Masaru gripped his paper in chubby fists. “My painting’s not done!”
Masaru squealed as he was scooped up into strong arms.
“Are you giving your teacher trouble again, Masaru-kun?”
“Chiba-san! I painted you!”
Times like these, Usagi forgot that Mamoru worked in the hospital too.
He’d probably make snarky comment about her irresponsibility later.
“That’s beautiful.” He gave the painting to Usagi. “Wouldn’t you agree, Tsukino-san?”
The painting was of her and Mamoru. Holding hands.
Before she could ask Mamoru what he meant, he’d taken the boy back inside.
Pop Quiz
Okay, so this whole dating business? Was totally not fair.
It was fine if you were the crushee. You were prepared. You had weeks to mull it over and figure out what you were going to say and what you were going to do…
Meanwhile, if you were the one being asked out-you got zilch. The question was sprung on you like a pop quiz, and all you had was one pivotal moment to decide.
But that’s not the worst part.
The worst part is when you surprise yourself with the answer you didn’t even know you had.
“Yes.”
Result
“Great. Greaaat. After everything I did, this is the result-this is the repayment I get.” Motoki furiously mopped at the spotless floors.
“What’s wrong with him?” Makoto asked.
Minako tipped her glass at the corner booth. “Them.”
‘Them’ meant Usagi nuzzling Mamoru’s cheek with her nose.
Makoto looked away. Everyone agreed that staring at them for too long was a little nauseating.
“But Motoki hooked them up! He’s not happy that they finally stopped arguing?”
“They were the arcade’s most popular entertainment. Without the fights, customers have dropped by a third.”
Makoto sighed. “Poor Motoki-he’s always the scapegoat.”
Element
“Check out that one. She has a nice Arsenic sulphide.”
Mamoru and Ami simultaneously choked on their drinks.
“Mm, yeah- maybe we should try an experiment.”
Ami spotted them first. They were two weedy junior high boys, shamelessly eyeing an Usagi who had stooped down to pick up a dropped quarter.
Mamoru shared one questioning look with Ami, who nodded grimly.
He strolled across the arcade.
“You two,” Mamoru snarled. “If you ever come in here and talk about her like that again, I’ll break your Deuterium Iodine Carbon Potassiums and shove them up your Arsenic sulfides.”
The boys ran.
AN: Arsenic Sulphide isn’t a substance that really exist, but if it did, it would be AsS. Iodine is ‘I’, Carbon as ‘C’, and Potassium is ‘K’. Deuterium, though not an element on the periodic table, is commonly represented as ‘D’.