|Not a Crybaby
Author: ncisduckie PM
Usagi isn't as described in the series properly, she's actually a smart girl who is terribly shy. Meeting a talking cat and falling in love with a random guy off the streets are the least of her concerns. As Sailor Moon, she can be the girl she never was.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Humor - Usagi T./Serena/Bunny/Sailor Moon - Chapters: 11 - Words: 15,060 - Reviews: 66 - Favs: 41 - Follows: 67 - Updated: 04-21-13 - Published: 05-07-12 - id: 8096369
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Not a Crybaby ch.9
A/N: I apologize greatly for neglecting my work!
. . .
"No, Sailor Mercury. Welcome to the team!" And for just a minute, the blue-skinned monster is forgotten.
"Usa-No, Sailor Moon. It's a pleasure." The blue-haired girl winks at Sailor Moon before turning back to the monster. "I think it's about time you died, sweetie." But the monster isn't there. "What the he-"
Her thought is cut off by a scream. Not Naru's fake scream, but a real scream. Originating from Sailor Moon. Mercury turns in time to see the blonde fly across the room and hit the wall. Her arm scrapes one of the desks on the way and starts a path down her pale skin.
Ami starts to make her way to her friend, but stops when she hears Usagi speak. "I'm fine, distract it," she croaks, rubbing her arm in pain. When the scout in front of her makes no attempt to move, she moans. "Go!"
Sailor Mercury complies, darting away to the now strong enemy. "You hurt my friend, you bitch." She seethes. "In the name of Mercury, You shall be punished." She moves her arms up, guarding her chest, feeling a blurb of energy flow through her. "Bubble Spray!"
. . .
Mamoru, having just arrived back home, stops. He can still smell the blonde girl from the night before; as sick as it sounds. A mixture of chocolate and cotton. He remembers with a sad smile she was gone before he woke up. A mere minute before he woke up.
She just had school, he thinks to himself. He cannot explain why he fell for the young girl. And he knows how wrong it is. A high school student and a middle school student. And he'll hardly be a high school student in a year. Then he'll be a college student.
And it's not just this girl. but Sailor Moon. She must be the blonde's other identity. But at least the superhero version liked him. Somewhat.
The student moves to tidy up the spot Usagi slept, just in case she decides to come back. But he stops halfway to his destination, clutching his chest. He feels his button-down shirt and jacket morph into the tuxedo from the previous night. "Usagi," he breathes before heading to his balcony. "I will save you."
. . .
As the blue-skinned monster is covered in bubbles, it loses its ability to see. It screeches. "You think you can use these bubbles to escape?" It throws its hands up, a blast of purple escaping. "This building is now under my control. Nobody can get in nobody can get out."
Ami laughs. "We're not going to leave until you're dead."
"Then you'll be here forever," it sneers with a wicked smile. The monster pulls a stack of papers from mid-air. "It's time for a test, you arrogant fool." Sheets of paper start flying at the girl, but she spins out of the way just in time to dodge.
"Moon Tiara Action!"
A glittery gold tiara flies through the air, cutting the demon's body in half. The mist has finally subsided and Usagi stands tiredly in pose. "Tests are what got me into this mess." Her legs collapse.
"Usagi-chan!" Ami runs to meet her injured friend, forgetting the one person still in the room. Naru.
. . .
Mamoru, as Tuxedo Mask, has spent the last ten minutes trying to break into the school. With no avail. A powerful force seemed to be controlling the doors and window. And in a moment, just as the masked man is about to give up, the force is lifted and the doors fly open. He races inside, hoping he isn't too late. He turns the corner and...
. . .
"Sailor Moon, stay awake! You might have a concussion!" Sailor Mercury cries, clutching her friend to her chest. The blonde struggles to keep her blue eyes open, the life from them slowly dimming.
The door opening causes the blue-haired girl to take her attention from the girl in her arms. A man in a mask, out of breath, panting in the doorway. "Am I too late?"
The girl shakes her head. "No, but she needs to be at a hospital, I think." The man is no surprise to her. Every girl needs a hero. Even if he is a bit cliched. "She hit her head and might need stitches for her arm."
"You should think about being a doctor," Mamoru tells the new scout, crouching down to inspect Sailor Moon. Mercury freezes. A doctor? She had never thought about it. The man brushes his hand across Sailor Moon's forehead. "Let me take her home. I have everything to fix her up. There's no need to let the authorities know her identity."
The blue-haired girls nods, pushing her friend into the man's arms, speechless. This must be the man Usagi moved in with, She thinks, a light blush spreading over her cheeks. And in the blink of an eye, the man is gone with Usagi.
"What the hell was that?" Naru screeches, throwing her hands up-causing Ami to look up. The red-haired girl's eyes are filled with flames and Ami makes no move to explain. And Naru doesn't press. She runs from the room. "That wasn't supposed to happen," she mutters under her breath as she storms out of the building.
. . .
Luna paces the streets, trying to track down Usagi. "You give a girl a job, and she runs off with the first guy she sees!" The cat sighs.
"I wish I could have told her about the other scouts before she ran off."
. . .
Mamoru sets Usagi, still transformed, onto the couch she slept on the previous night. He breaks his own change and kneels down beside her with his first aide kit. "Sailor Moon?" No response. "Usagi-chan?" She stirs, eyes opening slightly.
"M-mamoru-san?" Her voice is soft, unbelieving. "How do you know who I am?"
The ebony-haired man smiles. "I just know, Usa-chan." He lets her ponder the thought as he looks down to open his kit. "Your new friend sent you home with me. You have a concussion and need some stitches."
She looks at him, unphased. "Can I get some sleep, then?"
"You cannot sleep. Concussion, remember?" He says gently, plucking thread and a needle as well as disinfectant.
The blonde nods, pain rushing through her head. "Yeah, I can feel it now," she moans, rubbing her temples with her good hand. She wearily sits up from her position. "Now why didn't you bring me to a hospital?"
The man looks at her, slightly perturbed. "Look down, sweetie."
Her eyes tilt down, causing her head to blast with pain again. Her sailor fuku still intact. "Right." She thinks for a second. "Arigato."
"Anything for you."
. . .
A red haired woman stands in front of a crystal ball, not even looking into it. The master has nothing to say. Especially after the last fail. "What the hell happened?"
"Queen Beryl, I promise it will never happen again!" Naru says, her lips tight.
The older woman sighs. "That is not what I asked! What I asked is why you failed tonight! Last night the youma I gave you turned on you, which is understandable. And I give you a chance to redeem yourself tonight and you failed." Her voice booms throughout the venue and a shadow appears.
The figure steps forward, revealing a man with short blond hair and dark eyes. "Aw, my Queen. give her a break. A recruit needs to learn by making mistakes."
Queen Beryl glares at her subordinate. "If you really think so, work with her. Teach her how to drain energy properly. And for God's sake, kill that Sailor Moon brat and her friend!"
Naru opens her mouth to object to working with the skeevy man when he puts a gloved hand in front of her mouth. "Yes, my queen."
. . .
"All Done," Mamoru says, taping the gauze around Usagi's stitching down in place. He allows his hands to linger on her arm. "You're as good as new."
The blonde smiles back at him. "Arigato again, Mamoru-san." Talking to the man has made her feel one hundred times better. She knows just a short few hours ago, she detested him. And now? And now she wanted to fall asleep in his arms. Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes she's still in her ridiculously short fuku. "Actually, can you turn around?"
Mamoru doesn't question and turns toward his silenced television. He has enjoyed talking to his blonde angel. She seems to be slowly warming up to him. And despite how early it is in their relationship, he still wants to take her on a date.
"You can turn back around, now."
He grins turning back to the girl. She's now sitting comfortably in her school uniform. He tilts her head at her slightly. "Do you want me to wash your uniform?" The aforementioned articles of clothing are wrinkled beyond belief. And he doesn't think it can go for another day. Not with the amount the small girl has been working.
She blinks. "But I don't have anything else to wear," she replies in a small voice. He's so nice!
"You can wear something of mine," he says, standing up. "And tomorrow, I'll swing by your house if you'd give me directions."
Usagi's face blanches. "You can't go there! My mother will kill you!" Her brain fills with panic as she thinks of the ways her mom will find to torture Mamoru. She doesn't want to scare him off.
He laughs a little as he walks away. "I have my ways. She won't know." As he enters his bedroom, he grabs a t-shirt and a pair of clean workout shorts. He knows both will be too big, but there might as well be some coverage. He heads back into the living room.
Usagi has not moved. She's been sitting as she dwells in the man's words. She looks up as he re-enters the room with a small pile of clothes. "Arigato. Again," she murmurs as she takes the clothes.
He nods, not yet receding. "Actually, I have a question for you, Usagi-chan." He says nervously, tugging at his collar.
"Yes?" She looks up at him a little bit eager.
"Well, umm...Wouldyouliketogoonadateafter yougetoutofschooltomorrow?"
The girls looks up at him, bewildered. But before she can respond in any way, Mamoru escapes to his bedroom. She purses her lips before deciding to change. She slips off her uniform, leaving her undergarments. Slipping on the shirt, she decides the shorts are a lost cause. Usagi scoops her uniform into her arms before approaching Mamoru's room.
Knocking slightly, she pokes her head in. "I'm leaving my clothes in front of your door." He nods, not really looking at the blonde. he expects her to leave but what surprises him is when she steps over her clothes into his room. "And I would love to go out tomorrow!" She winks and his head flies up.
Taking in his shirt which only lands halfway down her thighs, his eyes smile at her. "Really?"
"Anything for you."
A/N: How do you like that? ;) Anybody want to guess what might to occur next chapter? *winky face* Please review!