Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Try to Resist ❯ Chapter 2

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

And here we have the result of another early morning, insomnia- induced bit of inspiration! One good thing about not sleeping is that I get my best ideas around 2 and 3 am. Who needs sleep? Well I'm delighted that so many people liked my last chapter and I hope this one is just as good. With this chapter I finish the foreshadowing and things get interesting and intriguing in the following chapters with Minako having a no-holds barred attack plan! I hope you enjoy this little bit of late-night lunacy! Please read and review but be kind. No Flames please. Standard disclaimers. Don't own SM, just have a big headache instead. Enjoy!





Usagi sighed and threw her pencil across the room. She was no more able to concentrate than she was able to fly. Wincing, she remembered the few times she had grown wings and decided it was a bad example. She didn't want to do her homework, though she knew she had to. Since entering high school her grades had gone up and managed to stabilize. She was proud of maintaining her B average. She'd never a brainiac like Ami, but at least she no longer failed most things like Makoto or Minako. It had been a lot of work. She had raised her grades after a particularly cruel bit of teasing from Mamoru, him calling her a stupid blonde. He had told her she could never raise her grades and she had responded with a angry "don't you ever say never to me." He had laughed and asked her to prove it. In her opinion nothing good ever came out of arguing with Mamoru, except for a splitting headache. Deciding she had done enough work for the day, she glanced around to see if Luna was anywhere. Seeing her room empty, she locked her door and drew her drapes. In privacy, she pulled out the tools of her passion and began to work.





Mamoru wandered into the Fruit Parlour, having lost his desire to go into the arcade. He knew Usagi didn't go into the Parlour often, so he felt he was safe from her. He still scoffed at the assumptions everyone had jumped to the other day. His fighting masking feelings for Odango Atama? Really. How unlikely. He sat down at a booth and waited for Motoki. His friend waved at him and came over. "No hard feelings about the other day, right Mamoru? I had to ban you from the arcade for the sake of my business. The language you and Usagi use is pretty awful."

"Motoki I couldn't care less about the arcade. I feel worse about sinking to that girl's level." Mamoru responded. "Get me a coffee."

"No." Motoki shook his head. "No more coffee for you until you come to your senses about Usagi."

"There is nothing to come to my senses about!" Mamoru protested. "I do not like the girl, and I CERTAINLY have no hidden feelings about her! Honestly Motoki, I thought you knew better than that!"

"You know, de-nile isn't just a river in Egypt." Motoki winked at him as he got up. "The two of you have some kind of attraction and your fighting lets you vent it."

"Ridiculous Motoki." Mamoru scoffed. "You need to get outside more."

"And you need to lay off the caffeine until you figure out what's going through that little Mamoru idiot mind of yours!"

"Motoki!"

"I agree with him." A giggling voice said.

Mamoru groaned when he saw Minako. "What do you want?"

Minako sat down and idly began playing with her fingers. "You talk a fine story, Chiba Mamoru, but you'll never convince me."

"Maybe you've been wearing that stupid bow of yours too tight." He muttered.

Minako blinked. "And what is wrong with my bow?" she shook her head. "Don't distract me. In any case, I know what you really feel for Usagi."

"Contempt, scorn, derision, disgust…" Mamoru listed. "These are a few of my favourite things."

"Stop it!" Minako banged a hand down on the counter. "You two were in love a thousand years ago, you have a child in the future!"

"A snivelling, obsequious annoying and whining irritating brat more like." Mamoru sighed. "Just like her mother. Another one of them I can't stand."

A swiftly drawn intake of breath caused him to look behind him. Sitting in the booth was Usagi, her hands trembling. Minako dropped her head to the table, realizing the eventual explosion was going to be popcorn- worthy. She swore she saw steam coming out of Usagi's ears. "Usagi!" she exclaimed, praying she could get her friend out. "How about we go…"

"Go to hell Minako." Usagi said in a tight voice.

Minako blinked when she saw Usagi shaking with rage. "Usagi listen."

When Usagi stood and walked towards Mamoru, Minako's danger sense went insane. Her face was a dangerous shade of red, her eyes narrowed as she focused on Mamoru. Minako could swear she heard faint death march music starting to play. "What happened?" Motoki questioned, seeing Minako back away from them.

"Cover your ears and duck." Minako whispered. "This is going to get ugly."



Usagi had been in a wonderful mood. Spending time on her secret hobby always calmed her and helped bring things into focus. She was celebrating when she heard Mamoru sit down with Motoki. She had sunk low in the seat so as not to be seen, and then she heard his discussion with Minako, sneering the same way he had about being in love. When he had described Chibi Usa she had agreed wholeheartedly, adding a few extra terms herself. When he had described her, her vision had flashed to red as she began to shake uncontrollably. He wanted to see hatred? She'd show him hatred. She noticed his eyes had widened slightly, his never having seen her so mad before. Like a trapped animal he too sensed danger, but he was unable to flee the blonde predator who stood in front of him. Drawing in a breath, she saw Minako plug her ears and gesture for Motoki to do the same, and then she focused on the dark-haired antagonizer in front of her. "Why you miserable…" she began.

"Is that all you got?" he goaded, his fear fading and amusement taking over.

"Low down…"

"Ouch, I'm wounded."

"Insufferable, arrogant…"

"Yes, yes." He yawned.

"Goddamn…"

"Watch your language Odango."

"Piece of …"

"Yes?"

Usagi couldn't bring herself to say any words, the rage was too great. She was used to insults by him, almost looked forward to their daily barrage of insults, but today he had gone too far. He was instrumental in forming the future and he knew it, just as she was, and at some point they would have to co-operate. But not now. His disgust and disdain for her went deeper than she knew and she returned in tenfold. Leaning forward, she slapped him hard across the face. While her red handprint stood out so clearly on his face, the look of shock on his face worth the stinging in her hand, she planted her hands on her hips and advanced. She was a woman on a mission. "You good for nothing, brainless, hopeless, cheap smelling, unfashionable BASTARD!" she screamed. "How dare you? HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT ME IN THAT WAY?"

"I can do whatever I please Odango. You know that slap wasn't all that strong. Maybe you should start working out some. Get rid of the baby fat."

Usagi's eyes widened to the point when she thought they'd pop out. "You … porch monkey!" she sputtered. "Half witted, immature, filthy…"

"Who you calling filthy?" he frowned.

"You're a dead man Chiba!" she shrieked before launching herself at him. It didn't matter that he was still calmly sitting in the booth, didn't matter that an entire café full of people were watching them. Nothing mattered except her strong desire to wrap her hands around his throat and slowly squeeze the life from his body.





Minako slowly raised her head from her hands, hearing a brief silence fall. "Who died?" she asked Motoki.

Motoki shook his head. "I'm not looking." He responded.

"Coward."

"When it comes to getting between those two when they have one of their drag-down, knock-out fights? What do you think? Only a fool gets between two fighting, ravenous, bloodthirsty beasts."

"That's not nice."

"But completely accurate don't you think?" he arched an eyebrow at her.

Minako opened her mouth to say more, but Usagi's indignant shriek cut her off. "LET ME GO!"

"Oh Goddess, I hope he didn't fight back." Motoki moaned.

"Well one of us has to look." Minako sighed. "You're a man, act like it."

"Minako!"

"Oh not you two too!" a voice moaned.

Minako looked to see Michiru shaking her head. "Is it something in the water?"

"What happened over there? Did Usagi kill Mamoru?"

"No, 'Ruka pulled her off him before he lost consciousness, after admiring Usagi's right hook."

"She hit him?" Minako's eyes were wide.

"That's an understatement." Michiru laughed. "I think she took some teeth out."

"Oh how can I fix this?" Minako moaned. "They'll never get together now."

"You're trying to put them together?" Michiru's eyes widened. "For god sakes why? They'll KILL each other."

"I think that their fighting is hiding a deeper emotion." Minako explained.

"Homicidal tendencies perhaps." Michiru shook her head. "Minako this has got to be one of the more idiotic things I've ever heard of."

"LET GO OF ME HARUKA!" Usagi hollered, having obviously gotten a second wind.

Minako winced and turned to face Usagi, who was hanging from Haruka's hand, her arms and legs wind milling in the air as she fought the iron- tight grip. "Usagi."

"Hey Odango, that's a good look for you!" Mamoru called out mockingly. "Hanging around like the lazy creature you are."

"You scaly little…"

"ENOUGH!" Haruka roared. "This has gone beyond foolish."

"Bugger off Haruka." Usagi retorted, still trying to launch herself at Mamoru.

Haruka's eyes widened as Usagi insulted her, and she grinned. "Kitten, I really think that…"

"PUT ME DOWN!"

Haruka decided that her eardrums were more important that holding her fearless leader, who at this moment had tears of rage in her eyes. "Do you promise you will not attempt to injure him?"

"I will not injure him." Usagi repeated. Haruka put her down and she smirked. "But I WILL damage him!!!"

"Are they at it again?"

Haruka saw Rei, Makoto and Ami standing by the door, Ami's face beet red and her head in her hands. "Not again." She moaned.

"Get them out of here." Motoki begged.

Mamoru winked at Usagi, knowing it would infuriate her beyond all reason. "Such a weakling. Are you sure you're Sailor Moon?" he asked in a low voice.

"Listen here you caped crusader…masked moron…corny long winded haiku delivering…"

"Let's go Usagi!" Makoto sighed, yanking her out.

"Why do I have to leave?"

"Because you're too violent. Let me give you some anger management lessons."

"MAKOTO!!!"





"Are you ok?" Ami questioned Mamoru, who still bore traces of Usagi's handprints around his throat.

"Damn that girl has one hell of a grip! I was worried there for a bit when I couldn't get her off me." He said, rubbing his neck lightly. He winced as he rubbed his cheek. "And her right hook isn't all that shabby either."

"Well you provoked her so badly that you deserved it." Haruka commented. "Michiru and I have been in here since the start."

"Goody for you." He muttered snidely.

Minako was silent. "You enjoyed that, didn't you Mamoru?"

"I did NOT enjoy having her attack me!" Mamoru protested.

Motoki saw what Minako was saying. "You didn't enjoy having a gorgeous blonde female launch herself on top of you, even if she was trying to kill you? Are you brain dead?"

"She's not gorgeous." Mamoru scoffed. "Really Motoki! I thought you knew me better than that."

"I reckon she must have killed off a few of your brain cells." Motoki shook his head.

"I especially liked it when she started beating his head against the table." Haruka commented idly. "I never thought Kitten could be violent like that but…"

"He infuriates her beyond all reason." Rei said apologetically. "We're sorry."

"It's a fine line between love and hate." Minako murmured, the only metaphor she had ever gotten right. "And these two…"

"I am not in love with her!" Mamoru protested.

"That'll be your little secret then." Haruka sniggered.

Mamoru threw up his hands in defeat and left, unable to take any more.





Minako closed her eyes, trying to focus. "Do you really sense nothing but raw hatred between those two?" Michiru questioned.

"The heart is a funny thing." Minako replied. "When those two are in the same room there are so many feelings and emotions flying everywhere that my love sense gets foggy. It's hard to focus on anything, but there is something there. Some kind of deep bond that goes beyond hatred. I'd say they adore each other, it's that strong."

"But they hate each other!" Ami protested. "Even I can see that, and we all know I'm allergic to love and stuff like that."

"Do they really hate each other?" Minako arched an eyebrow. "The louder someone yells no to something…"

"The opposite is usually true!" Haruka exclaimed. "Of course!"

"So how do we do this?"

Minako shook her head. "Let me think. It would have to be a no-holds barred, out and out war. Love is a battlefield after all, which means I must be the commander for this attack."

"Will Juuban still be standing at the end of this?" Motoki questioned.

"Does it matter?"



Usagi once more tried to free her hand from the tight grip of one of her friends. "You know I'm getting really sick and tired of being drug around the city like I'm some kind of weight."

"You know you can fool the others with your feeble protestations of hatred towards Mamoru, but you can't fool me." Makoto said firmly.

"What ARE you talking about?"

"I've actually been in love Usagi and I've had sempai's. I can tell you from personal experience that I know you have an attraction to Mamoru. If you didn't, your reaction wouldn't be so violent."

"Makoto, your ponytail is too tight." Usagi sighed. "I don't love Mamoru and I'm not attracted to him, so push off."

"So sure are you?" Makoto arched an eyebrow at her sardonically.

"Yes." Usagi said firmly.

"Then how come the last time he dated a girl you broke off a piece of the table?" Makoto played her trump card.

"What…you…" Usagi sputtered.

"Admit it Usagi. If you never say it to another living soul, tell it to me. Are you attracted to Chiba Mamoru?"

"If you like your men too perfect with that insufferable sneer and vocabulary that could be scraped out of a sewer…and speaking of sewers he looks like a sewer rat with that STUPID green jacket…"

"Usagi!" Makoto admonished. "Answer the question."

"Mmmph."

"What was that?" Makoto cupped a hand to her ear.

"'SposeImightthinkthathe'scutebutthat'sit!" Usagi mumbled.

Makoto stood back, a smile on her face. Grateful she was fluent in Usagi-ese she pounded her friend on the back. "Welcome to the world of hidden attractions and feelings. Welcome to my world."

"Just don't spread it around." Usagi said irritably. "I wanna go home now!" she wailed.

Makoto winked at her. "Let's get you some chocolate."



Mamoru stood in the shadows, uncertain as to why he had followed the girls, only knowing he wanted to see Usagi for some inexplicable reason. When he heard her rapid and mumbled response, also being fluent in Usagi- ese, he couldn't keep the smile off his face. Perhaps there was more to that Odango haired annoyance than just pithy insults and vague attacks on his person. Could he be attracted in return to her? He decided in this case there was only one thing to be done. He had to talk to Motoki again.





And that is the end of this chapter! Please let me know what you think! Should I continue? I write based on reviews so read and review but be kind! No Flames please! Next chapter…Minako takes command and begins her campaign of terror while the other senshi are drug in against their will. People flee in terror at Minako's giggle and her dangerous phrase 'I have an idea…'



Ja!