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The Irony That We Call Life

~by Naiad the Nymph~

Email at: AMatrixVirus@hotmail.com

Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. Nor do I own the play the "Good Times Are Killing Me" (by Lynda Barry - go see her play or read the book) where the idea for this story along with many of the words used in chapter 1 and 5 come from. (Chapter 5 is dedicated to this author and the whole beginning part is the words used in the first scene of her play! ^_^)

Author's Note: Much of story is not written in correct-correct grammar because I have written it as if someone is telling this story (in spoken word) rather then in written type. Hope no one out there mines.

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Have you ever thought about how ironic life is?

How you can not study for a test and be so worried about failing it, only to find out that you are not even having the test today? How you can hate a certain song and when you turn on the radio that is the first song you hear? How it can rain on your wedding day?

How when everything seems to be going great, the world collapses around you?

How you can have a childhood best friend that years later you can walk right past and not even acknowledge that they were once your best friend. Not even recognize them.

I have.

Chapter One: Standing Still

My name is Usagi Tsukino.

I am the oldest, only daughter of my mom and dad, who happen to both be at work at this time. I am outside right now watching my little brother, Shingo, playing hockey with our neighborhood friends on our street.

Playing on the same old street I have spent my whole life on. The same old apartment filled street, close to the inner-city. The same old street that barely any cars drive on and the parents, of the children who always are playing around on the street, work low paying jobs everyday.

--It is summertime right now and all the kids are home all day, with no one watching them except for the occasional few old people that are playing board games outside. Everyone is forced to be outside, because no one on this street has enough money to have air-conditioning and if we staying inside the apartments seem to want to bake us alive.

It was on a day like this, near dusk time, that I first saw my bestest friend, Hiiro.

He pulled up in a black car, with black tinted windows, that made every person on the street stop and stare at the car, since none of us could afford such a nice car.

I first saw his father, who stepped out of the driver's seat. He was a tall man with graying hair. Hiiro walked around the car, to his father, carrying a box filled with junk. He was wearing a blue shirt, which he later claimed was green.

Without even getting a chance to say hello to him, he walked it to my apartment building. As soon as the door shut behind his father, everyone turned away from the new people and all the noise and activity that were happening before they showed up restarted.

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"Usagi, you want to go swimming at the lake with me," my little brother cried out.

"No thanks Shin have fun with your friends."

I waved good-bye to my brother as he and his friends ran off for the beach. It was another uneventful summer day on my street.

All the friends my age had moved away. Their parents said that they wanted their children to start junior high in a better school and neighborhood. They claimed that they had moved onto something bigger and better. Whatever that meant? I mean, our street is pretty nice. Sure at times it can be bad and no one is rich here, but we all watch out for each other. Who cares is your school's books are falling apart and, as my parents always say, that the school is in desperate need for money? It is free after all.

When my friends left at the beginning of the summer, we all promised to write me and call each other. We promised to stay friends forever, even though we would all be far apart.

So far, no one has called me and told me what there new phone number and address is.

So much for promises.

The worse part about all my friends leaving was that I had no one MY age to talk too.

Except, maybe that new boy. He looked about my age.

As soon as that thought popped into my head, the brown tangled hair boy stepped outside. As if, by magic. Not that I believe in that fairytale stuff, but you know, sometimes some things just seem magical.

I jumped up and shouted to him.

"Hey boy, you live in the Kino's old apartment"

The boy stared at me and then started to walk away. I ran after him.

"Hey, you, boy, stop!"

I caught up to him and grabbed his arm with my hand to stop him from walking.

"Hey boy, talk to me."

The boy glared at me. "It is not boy, my name is Odin," he stated in monotone.

"Oh, well, my name is Usagi. You want to play a game or talk or something, because I am pretty bored." I stated matter-of-factly.

"No," the boy stated again in monotone, which wasn't really unusually because everyone in the city had a monotonous accent. He started to walk away from me, when a man, who I knew right away, was his father from a few days ago, stepped out of my apartment complex and shouted.

"Hiiro, where are you going? We have work to do! Get back upstairs."

The boy immediately started walking back towards his father. I looked at him as he passed by and a thought flashed into my head.

"Hey boy, I thought your name is Odin? But your dad just called you Hiiro."

The boy stopped, turned around and started directly in my eyes.

His eyes are eyes I could never forget. Beautiful dark blues eyes that showed so many hidden emotions. Emotionless eyes that just begged to cry. A now perfect reflection of my eyes, only my eyes are a lighter, clearly blue. Back then though my eyes showed all emotions and smiled with happiness. They were innocent eyes back then. How the world has changed.

"Hiiro is my nickname. My mother gave it to me when I was little, before she died."

With that he turned back towards the apartment and jogged towards it.

As he entered the building I felt completely alone, even though so much was going on around me. I swear the birds stopped singing. The radios stopped playing and all the people stopped talking right at that moment. Right at that second that I said,

"Hiiro, is it? Well, Hiiro, I hope that you're ready to have me as your new best friend"

As soon as those words were spoken, (which I am not exactly sure that they were because it is possible that I only thought of them) the world seemed to start moving again.

That was the second time the world stopped just for one boy. One boy that will always be my bestest friend, even though I haven't seen him in years.