Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Constant Interruptions ❯ Chapter 1- When the summer ends... ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Constant Interruptions 1
When the summer ends...
by Ree-B
Rating: PG 13 now, b/c of language, but will progress to a strong R later
First Season Usa/Mamo Romance Fic
Summary: What if Usagi went away for the summer and came back... Different.

Standard disclaimers apply

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"Moon Tiara Magic" Sailormoon yelled, instantly dusting the awful youma. She was so
strong. What had changed? Tuxedo Kamen was sitting where he had been during the
fights ALL SUMMER LONG! On the sidelines. Every time she showed up, all the senshi
were already so tired out, like they had been fighting forever before she got there. Then
when she showed, it would only be a few moments until she destroyed the youma.
Sometimes she wouldn't even use her tiara. If the youma was really strong, she would
kinda emit power, dusting it instantly. Most times she wouldn't show at all. Of course,
Tuxedo Kamen wouldn't come to those battles, unless he stumbled onto them. He
wouldn't normally find out there was a battle until the next day when he watched the news.
But he had figured her out a while back. He had pieced it together the first time that
summer that he had felt Sailormoon transform. He thought it was the same as normal,
but as he started to follow his link with the heroine, she felt so far away. He had traveled
miles, only to find himself on the outskirts of the city in the East. He stopped there and
waited out the pain of not reaching her, it only ending when her fight was over and she
safely transformed back into her normal self. He knew then why her appearances the rest
of the summer have been so strange.

Sailormoon was on vacation.

She had gone somewhere to the East and only came to help the other senshi when they
really needed it. And as for her new strength, he knew something had happened to her
because after the first few times of finding himself on the outskirts of town, he started
finding himself closer and closer to where he had started when the fight was over, until
they were so short, transforming was not worth the effort. It only took her long enough to
put him in enough pain for Motoki to notice and think he should go to the doctor. But now
he wondered what was going to happen now that summer break was coming to an end.
School would start back up in a week. He turned his attention back to the scene as the
senshi stood around what was a battlefield only moments ago.

"Okay, minna. Now remember, the arcade, 12:30. I can't wait to sit and talk with you guys."

"Yes, and you better not be late for a meeting YOU called, Odango Atama!" Sailormars
yelled back at Sailormoon.

"Oh shut up, Mars!" This came from the highly unlikely source of Sailormercury. "We can't
wait to hear all about your summer. We'll see you there."

"Okay. I'm outie, minna." With that she sort of shimmered in a white light and was gone.

<Well, I guess that's how she gets here from so far away. But I really need to be at the
arcade tomorrow. But I'll probably have to leave for work by then> Tuxedo Kamen thought.
With that he turned and started home, just as the senshi had done.

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Mamoru sat at the counter in the arcade. <I can't wait any longer. I'm gonna be late for
work> He had been waiting to see if anyone came in talking about a meeting at 12:30. But
it was 12:15 and he wasn't lucky enough for one of the senshi to show up that early.

"Mamoru...Hey Mamoru, you're gonna be late!" Motoki yelled as he frantically waved his
hands in front of his best friend's face to wake mamoru from his daze.

"Yah, yah. I'm going. See ya later, Motoki." As he stepped from the stool, the roar of a
motorcycle parking outsidecaught his attention. The white bike was parked right behind
his own black motorcycle, with a suacy female perched atop it. "Motoki, Look at that! A
Yamaha R1, 150 horsepower with vance and heins slip on. Now that is a bike!" Mamoru
marveled at the epitome of good bikes <and the rider>.

"Sleek. Nice curves. Good color." Motoki put in.

"Yes, and the BIKE is nice, too." Mamoru gave a chuckle and continued to check out the
GIRL'S 'nice curves' and 'good color' as he bid his friend farewell. He approached his
bike, throwing a "Nice bike" over to the girl as he straddled the machine.

"Ditto." She said in a cheerful and light voice.

<I know that voice...> Mamoru turned to see the girl just as she was pulling off her helmet.
The first thing that caught his attention was the miles of silky blond hair falling loose from
the helmet, tumbling down her back to mid-calf. Then he met her gaze. Blue met Blue.

"O...Odango?" He stuttered.

"Not right now." She pointed to her hair where he could tell it had been pulled half up and
curled instead of her usual odangos. He looked at her wide-eyed, having a faint feeling
his jaw was hanging loose.

"You look...GREAT!" His eyes roved over ehr body. She had a nice tan and was wearing a
white mini skirt and pink tank top that was tight in ALL the right places.

"Um.. thanks. You don't look to shabby yourself." He too had tanned slightly <He looks
buffer, somehow>. Little did she know that his lack of youma action left him more time at
the gym. She was delighted at his reaction to her appearance, slack jaw and all, but as
she looked past him she saw the girls approaching quickly behind him. She stepped
close to him and brought her lips near to his ear. Her breath stirred the hairs at the back
of his neck, sending a shiver down his back.

"Take a picture. It will last longer." She placed a kiss right near his lobe and used her
slender fingers to close his jaw. Then she skipped off, calling out the girls' names.
Mamoru was woken from his daze as the girls' cheerful screeches seeped into his brain.
The touch off her lips had sent electricity all through him.

<I don't know what got into her, but I LIKE it!>

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At Rei's temple

"This feels so weird. I've been gone for so long, and now we're right back to normal."
sighed Usagi. Five girls sat around Rei's bedroom, lounging in various postions. Minako
perked up at what usagi had said.

"Normal my ass! Nothing's normal with the way you've been fighting, girl. Where did you
get that kind of power? And how did you learn to control it!"

"Yeah, Usagi" was heard all around the room.

"You guys really want to know?" At this, Rei gave her the 'DUH' look.

"Usagi," Ami chirped,"If you tell us how you gained that kind of power, we as senshi could
lear to harness it also, making us stronger." (Ami... Always the voice of reason.) Usagi
paused while thinking about it.

"No, you guys probably wouldn't even believe me." She looked around at her friends'
pleading faces. "You guys really want to know?"

"YES!" all four girls said at the same time.

"Okay, but you have to wait until I'm finished and promise not to laugh." She took in a deep
breath." Well here goes nothing. When we first got to Aunt Kathy's house in L.A., I decided
to get a job at a nearby karate dojo, so I could have time away from that brat of a brother,
Shingo. Well, when I applied, the dojo master said I showed such an interest in fighting"<I
was really just complaining all the time about how much of a wimp I was>"That he said he
would teach me for free, if I worked extra hard. So of course I said 'Yes', and I was doing
really good 'cause I would try out all the moves on the youmas. Then, the night of my
birthday, I had this dream. This is where you guys can't laugh, Okay?" Four heads nodded
in silence, waiting to hear the rest of the story. "Well, the dream started out that I was
fighting a nasty youma and I just couldn't kill it. I had thrown my tiara like five times and
each time it just smiled and kept on coming at me. And the next thing I knew, there were a
pair of strong comforting arms around my waist. I wasn't dressed as Sailormoon
anymore, I was in a white gown and I looked up to the man behind me, but all I could make
out were his deep blue eyes and how his ebony hair fell down into them *dreamy sigh*.
He called to me, 'You can do better than that, Serenity. You have much more strength
because it's comes from your heart, and your heart is big enough for the whole universe.'
And the next thing I knew, some sort of white light was coming from my hands and the
youma was dusted." She paused, letting her friends take it all in. "Now, I didn't think much
of the dream at first, but I kept having it every time I closed my eyes. Not just at night either,
even if I daydreamed in the middle of the day. Then two days later, I was fighting a youma
when I heard the voice of the man from my dream, repeating his words in my head. I
thought about it adn took the power I normally feel when I transform and channeled it
through my heart like in the dream and then to my hands. I was trying to show myself that
it was just a dream, so whenthe same white light shot from my hands and duted the
youma, first shot, I was totally surprised. Well, the rest of the summer I spent using the
moves I learned at the dojo when fighting, trying to perfect the moves and the power.
Then," Usagi voice dropped and almost sounded scared, "one day, I saw a youma attack
an old lady and reflexivly I wanted to smash it to bits. But the power came before I even
had a chance to transform." She looked at the girls. "What does this mean? I used the
power without transforming. I was just ME. Plain ol' Usagi. Odango Atama, prone to
collisions! Tell me what?...Ami?" The look on her face told Ami that Usagi was not asking
her, but rather Sailormercury. The only problem was that she couldn't explain it either.

Ami stared blankly.

"Ami?!?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Usagi. That shouldn't... I mean, I've tested... And never could
we... without transforming into... oh FUCK!"

The other four girls looked at Ami with shocked faces. Stuttering and bad language just
didn't fit the girl genius.

"Ami, you're scaring us." said Minako.

Ami stared.

"Ami?"

"I'm sorry, guys. Oh yes, Usagi. The only thing I can deduce is that this power does not
come from being a senshi but something different. But what that is, I have no clue."

"Oh great! Now I'm even les normal."

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A month into school and Usagi was still passing all of her classes. Acing them, actually.
Her summer had taught her the responsibility and dedication she needed to keep her
grades up. She had always been smart, just lazy. Usagi also got a job at a nearby dojo
that Shingo attended. She liked karate so much now (and she wanted to be able to annoy
Shingo!). Her parents had given her a brand new white Z-3 convertabile for a VERY late
birthday present and everything was going her way. That is, until last night. She and the
senshi had showed up at a fight too late. By the time they got rid of the youma, it had
already claimed a victim. A small girl about the age of five didn't survive the youma's drain
of energy. She died before they reached her side. Usagi cried herself to sleep that night.
And now she was sitting in the arcade (where she was usually her happiest) and all she
could do was sit at the counter as the hot tears fell down her soft face to join in the puddle
that had formed on the counter. <How could I that this happen. It's my job to protect
people from evil youmas. I should have gotten there sooner. If only I had just dusted the
thing without transforming, then it wouldn't have taken as long? What if I had...?> her trail
of 'What if's was broken by an all too familiar deep voice.

"Hey, Odango Atama. Why aren't you out running into people?" Mamoru gave a deep
throated laugh at his own joke.

"Go away, Mamoru-baka. I don't want to talk right now." She gave a little sniff and turned
away. Mamoru saw she was crying and decided to hop onto this teasing opportunity. But
what he failed to see, was that Usagi was not wailing like normal, but was genuinely
crying.

"Awwww, poor Odango. Did you fail another test? It's okay, not everyone can be a genius."
He laughed and was thoroughly surprised when she lept up into his face, knocking over
the stool that she had been sitting in.

"It's none of your business, asshole, but I didn't fail a test, or trip anyone, or fall and skin
my knee, or ANYTHING like that. So FUCK OFF!!!" With that she stormed out of the
arcade. Mamoru stood stunned. <What did I DO? I've got to make things right. Now
where would she go? Wait, I know!>

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"Usagi?"

"USAGI?!?"

Mamoru yelled as he ran around the park. He came nearer to a bench with familiar
odangos perched upon it.

"Did I not yell at you enough, Mamoru?" She sniffed back a tear, "You just had to come
back for more!"

"Oh, Usa. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. Please forgive me." She looked up,
all ready yot make a crack at him, when her eyes met his. She was so deep into them,
she even forgot he called her 'Usa'.

"It's okay, Mamoru. It's not all your fault. I was having a bad day." She lowered her head
again, finding her hands extremely interesting. Mamoru sat down next to her and lifted her
chin to lock gazes with him again.

"Please, tell me what happened?"

"Well, I guess you could say that I ahd a friend in need and couldn't help." Tears slipped
down he rface as she turned away from his prying gaze. He wrapped his arms around
her, whispering words of comfort.

"It's okay, Usa." She pulled away to stare deep into his blue eyes.

"Thanks for listening." Mamoru was so close, she could tell he smelt of... roses. Her eyes
trailed to his lips. The guy she secretly liked was finally being nice to her. She felt his
hands slip to her waist.

"Anytime, Usa. Anytime." Usagi was now only inches from his face. Her vanilla perfume
danced around his senses. <Is this really happening? She is actually letting me near her.
And we just had a civil conversation> His eyes slipped to her kissably pink lips. Their
faces drew closer as their noses touched and one could feel the other's breath upon their
skin. But just as their lips were about to touch...

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So, do you like it? Let me know.

Ree-B

ree_chan_angel@yahoo.com