Latest Drabble
This is my latest drabble, I wrote it in lab between classes. Not a continuation of the previous drabble. It was originally a true drabble, but I think 100 words couldn't do it justice. I love this scene in the manga!!
Naked
#2 Masks, 439 words
The sun awoke Usagi in unfamiliar surroundings. On cue, the door opened to the bedroom. It was Tuxedo Kamen, still adorned with his white mask but without his black coat. His profile looked just as handsome in the daylight. A shiver ran down her arms, and Usagi suddenly realized that she was dressed in her civilian clothes. She might as well been naked. And Tuxedo Kamen knew her true identity.
“What am I doing here?” she asked timidly.
Tuxedo Kamen balked at her tone. He never knew Tsukino Usagi to be timid or anything less than radiantly confident. He cleared his throat. "You fainted using your powers. I saved you and brought you here."
“Arigatou,” she breathed, still unsure of her next move. Did she thank him and just leave? There were too many questions plaguing her mind.
Tuxedo Kamen moved forward, but upon seeing Usagi tense up, he made his way to the large window on the other side of the room. He gazed through the glass, to the busy, unknowing people down below. Usagi spent several minutes studying his defined profile. Although she was alone, unarmed, and still slightly dazed, Usagi felt no apprehension whatsoever. Silently, she slipped out from under the covers and made a path towards the mysterious man before her.
To her relief, Tuxedo Kamen made no move to distance himself from Usagi. Instead, he turned to face her completely, a plethora of feelings brewing in his mind, ranging from comfort, concern, and curiosity.
“Who…” she whispered softly, the round eyes of Usagi furrowing with confusion.
Tuxedo Kamen amazed himself when he did not move from the small hand reaching up to his only sense of security: his mask. He took in a sharp breath when her fingers brushed his cheek ever so softly, and Usagi froze. Finally, after moments of eternity passed, Usagi removed the surprisingly soft barrier between them.
Thousands of thoughts raced and combusted in Chiba Mamoru’s mind. His eyes were now staring, naked, into large cerulean orbs that grew wider with each passing second Usagi drank in his image. It was just him, Mamoru-baka, behind the mask. How anti-climatic could it have gotten? How hard were the gods laughing at their ironic predicament? How much lower did Usagi’s opinion of him sink now?
Mamoru’s eyes faltered and fell to the ground, unable to withstand the weight of Usagi’s soundless expression. He took his mask from her lowered hand before he mustered the courage to face Usagi again. His heart could have stopped at anytime when he gazed at Usagi for the second time.
She smiled back at him: Chiba Mamoru.
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The rest of my drabbles can be found here:
Kyoshi Slickfish at www.FanFiction.net
Naked
#2 Masks, 439 words
The sun awoke Usagi in unfamiliar surroundings. On cue, the door opened to the bedroom. It was Tuxedo Kamen, still adorned with his white mask but without his black coat. His profile looked just as handsome in the daylight. A shiver ran down her arms, and Usagi suddenly realized that she was dressed in her civilian clothes. She might as well been naked. And Tuxedo Kamen knew her true identity.
“What am I doing here?” she asked timidly.
Tuxedo Kamen balked at her tone. He never knew Tsukino Usagi to be timid or anything less than radiantly confident. He cleared his throat. "You fainted using your powers. I saved you and brought you here."
“Arigatou,” she breathed, still unsure of her next move. Did she thank him and just leave? There were too many questions plaguing her mind.
Tuxedo Kamen moved forward, but upon seeing Usagi tense up, he made his way to the large window on the other side of the room. He gazed through the glass, to the busy, unknowing people down below. Usagi spent several minutes studying his defined profile. Although she was alone, unarmed, and still slightly dazed, Usagi felt no apprehension whatsoever. Silently, she slipped out from under the covers and made a path towards the mysterious man before her.
To her relief, Tuxedo Kamen made no move to distance himself from Usagi. Instead, he turned to face her completely, a plethora of feelings brewing in his mind, ranging from comfort, concern, and curiosity.
“Who…” she whispered softly, the round eyes of Usagi furrowing with confusion.
Tuxedo Kamen amazed himself when he did not move from the small hand reaching up to his only sense of security: his mask. He took in a sharp breath when her fingers brushed his cheek ever so softly, and Usagi froze. Finally, after moments of eternity passed, Usagi removed the surprisingly soft barrier between them.
Thousands of thoughts raced and combusted in Chiba Mamoru’s mind. His eyes were now staring, naked, into large cerulean orbs that grew wider with each passing second Usagi drank in his image. It was just him, Mamoru-baka, behind the mask. How anti-climatic could it have gotten? How hard were the gods laughing at their ironic predicament? How much lower did Usagi’s opinion of him sink now?
Mamoru’s eyes faltered and fell to the ground, unable to withstand the weight of Usagi’s soundless expression. He took his mask from her lowered hand before he mustered the courage to face Usagi again. His heart could have stopped at anytime when he gazed at Usagi for the second time.
She smiled back at him: Chiba Mamoru.
Do you like?
The rest of my drabbles can be found here:
Kyoshi Slickfish at www.FanFiction.net