Firstly, a thank you to all the e-mails that were sent my way, and for the praise written by 
Lady Spring on her web site (and to all those frown out there, I swear to Kami that I most 
certainly did _not_ bribe her in any way shape or form, although I probably would have if 
I had known that would have gotten me a good recommendation.)  I must say that if feels 
much better when you earn it, so in the long run, I'm very glad that I didn't.
Joking aside, I'd like to give a special shout out to Lil' Shyna, my web adopted little sister.  
Thank you for all the e-mails and correspondance.  
I'd also like to thank Cecilia Corrales, Silver Bunny, Grace Lui, Antonia Dang, and 
everyone else sho bothered to read the fanfic.
A special thank you to Rini (SCM) because, believe it or not, your e-mail got my but back 
in gear and down to writing again (as you can see, I took a little break!)
Thank you to all those out there that actually made it to this point!  
And now, back to our story!!!

Disclaimer:  I’ve been thinking.  No, no, minna - don’t groan yet!  This idea isn’t that 
crazy!  I swear!
You’ll listen then?  Okay, here goes: 

I’ve been thinking about that closet.  I e-mailed Ami-chan, and she agreed to help me kill 
the 5th grade science project (I convinced her it was sent by the Dark Kingdom).  She 
sent me directions to build this, I dunno, contraption - of some sort, that will suck the 
project (we named it) into a space pocket of some sort, that Ami, in Tokyo, will some 
how be able to access it and get it tested at the lab.  She wrote that I first needed to 
collect:
1) fuel (I decided on recycling the Vanilla Ice poster, I shredded the broom and also a 
couple of manga that I didn’t like - no! of course there’s no Sailor Moon in there!  What 
do you think I am?  Crazy?)
2) shoe laces, of which, luckily I had plenty, and
3) an antique vacuum cleaner made in the 1930’s in Bujumbura, Burundi
wait. . .what???
I guess that last one is a bit hard to find, so for now Naoko-chan still owns the rights to 
sailor moon.  
For now, hehehe.

 
Title: Crossing Paths
Chapter 6: So. . .What's new with you? 
Author: Yuubou-san
E-mail: yuubou_san@yahoo.com
Rating: G

The following e-mail was forwarded to six young women and one older man:

	MINNA!  Long time no see!  Cambridge Ridge and Latin is a really cool school - 
its very big and there’s so many people!  I’ve made a lot of friends, and for fun we often 
go to Harvard Square to shop, and of course look at the college guys.  So, as promised, 
I’ve attached some pictures of  “kawaii” guys for y’all, although, dad, I don’t know them 
that well so I don’t know if you want to bother starting a file for them or not.

				Love, Usagi ^_^

Attachment 1: The Pirate
A 22 year old guy, height of 6’ 1’’ is standing in a cool, yet aggressive pose.  He has tan 
skin, and straight dark green hair (they curl under a bit at the ends, and his bangs are a bit 
long.)   He had deep 
charcoal eyes, and a strong masculine face, partially obscured by a closely cut beard that 
followed the entire length of his strong jaw and reaches up around his mouth to form a 
light mustache.  He was built too, with strong muscular arms and a thick, yet solid chest 
and abdomen.   what a great voice It’s an awesome show, by the way.  
What minna? This is an SM fanfic?  Oooh, yeah, sorry ‘bout that folks!>

Upon opening this first attachment Makoto let out a sigh and exclaimed how like her old 
Sempai this guy was, well except for the guy’s height, and the color of his skin, and the 
build was different because. . .

Attachment 2: The coolest guy in school
Slim, lanky fellow, with golden brown tresses capping his head, is leaning against a brick 
wall, slightly marred by graffiti gracing several spots.  The boy has a dazed expression in 
his eyes, and looks cool, nonchalant, yet still smokily sexy 

Attachment 3: Y’all wouldn’t believe me if I simply told you so. . .
Most of it is a large hand blocking the view of the camera in an act of protest, but around 
that image one can make out Ben Affleck and Matt Damon strolling down the street 
together.  


	Usagi was sending a lot of e-mails lately, to keep in touch with family and friends.  
After writing this most important forward, Usagi wrote an update on her current status 
and sent a request for the latest gossip to her five closest friends, Ami, Rei, Makoto, 
Minako, and Naru.  She titled it, like her others, "Rabbit of the Moon pounds the Mochi."

Minna:

The US has been wicked kawaii.  I recently found an arcade that reminds me a lot of the 
one at home, and its fun to visit it every now and then when I get homesick.  I made a 
new friend today - she's a freshman, and for some reason reminds me a lot of Mako-chan, 
although her appearance is quite the opposite - she's very short (shorter than me!) and flat 
chested, but she is rather athletic - she does gymnastics.

My English teacher told me I was improving too, so I'm happy about that.  It's a lot harder 
to learn everything in English though, so my guidance counselor suggested that I get a 
tutor who is fluent in Japanese to help me.  I agreed, but she told me that she couldn't find 
anyone in the high school who could help.  The fact that I don't have the money to pay for 
a tutor doesn't help much either.  My counselor said maybe she can find someone at 
Harvard (they do a lot of volunteering at Cambridge, Ridge, and Latin) who would be 
willing to help, and so she sent in a request.  Hopefully, she'll find someone, so keep your 
fingers crossed for me Minna!  Oh, and don't mention this to my parents - they worry 
about me enough as it is.

Well, I gotta go, but make sure you write back!
Love, Usagi
P.S.  Send the latest gossip!  Maybe you can get Umino to write up a report or something 
for me? Thanks ^_~


	She then sent a quick note to her parents and brother, telling them that she was 
having fun and she related a particularly funny story to them.  She then set to the task of 
writing Motoki, as she was still troubled about the Mamoru incident.  She typed:

Motoki:

Moshi moshi!  How's everything at the Crown?  I hope you're well, and not missing me 
too much! ^_~

I wanted to ask you something about Mamoru.  I don’t know if you two still keep in 
touch, but I saw him at Harvard the other day.  

He was acting. . .strangely.  

The only thing I could deduce from our weird encounter, is that, well, either he is on 
drugs or something, or I'm going crazy.

I know we faught more than Rei and I, but I always thought that we were sort of friends, 
in some wierd, twisted way.  I mean, we definately drew some lines in the fighting 
between us, I think.

See, I saw him get out of a phone booth, and he looked sort of upset, although I wasn't too 
sure - I couldn't see that well with the heavy rain that was pelting down.  (I swear it was 
coming from every direction - even from below, although I don't think that's possible.)

Anyway, so. . .I felt bad.

I went up to him, to try to comfort him, and his reaction was the strangest thing I ever 
saw.

First, he looked like he had seen a ghost, or at least some horrific murderer instead of 
plain old harmless Usagi.  Then his expression sort of softened, no, more like finalized, 
and I. . .well. . .I. . .

I hugged him, and he hugged me back! He held me as if he were holding on for dear life. 
Can you see Mamoru hugging anyone in his life?  And hugging the very same person that 
he loves to hate, to fight with?

I wouldn't believe it myself if I wasn't there!  And what happened next was even more 
bizarre.

Before I tell you, you have to promise you won't tell any one else.  I mean, whether 
Mamoru was deliberately doing this or not, I don't think these things should be public 
knowledge.  Although it probably wouldn't make much of a difference if you told any 
one, because I doubt anyone would believe what came next.

He began by calling me a nickname.  A new nickname.  One that seems one hundred 
times more painful than Odango Atama if he uttered it in jest.

He called me Usa-ko, his little bunny.
Then, he told me that he loved me.
Then, he told me I should move on.
Then, he walked away without one backward glance.

Obviously you see my problem.  This couldn't have been some heart felt confession - I 
mean we haven't even spoken since he came to the US.  Maybe he meant this as some 
weird joke, and is planning on making fun of me.  I don't know if this is wishful thinking, 
but I don't think that's the case.  This is too bizarre, too crossing the line, for him to 
deliberately make fun of me like this.  It just doesn't seem his style, but maybe he's 
changed or something, maybe his style has changed in the years we've been apart.

I think I'd rather believe that he's on drugs.

Please, Motoki, send me word soon.  If you have any ideas, they will be much 
appreciated.
Thank you in advance,
Love Usagi

	Usagi sent the messages out and sat back, trying to puzzle this new drama out in 
her head.  She decided that if Motoki didn't have any ideas that she would try the girls.  
She didn't want to involve them, though, because she didn't want to send rumors about 
Mamoru around Japan without the whole story being available.  She was determined to 
get to the bottom of this.



 

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