SHORT SUMMARY: Her life is so miserable; her brother has poisoned her pet bunny… She decides to take a hostage.
FROM AUTHOR: Don't ask me WHY did I decide upon writing this little work of fiction after I'd read Alicia Blade's 'Hostage Situation', because simply, I have no idea!! I really don't have any comments for this story, but do hope that you enjoy it! -May K. Lunnaya :)
DEDICATION: To desperate students.
…And My Brother Poisoned My Pet Bunny!
Introduction:
My name is Usagi Tsukino. I'm thirteen years old and in the first year of junior high. My birthday is June 30th, and my birthstone is pearl. My sign is Cancer, and my blood type is O. My character is a little more careless than other people and a little bit of a
crybaby. I failed the final English exam, and if it wasn’t for the generosity of my teachers, I wouldn't be given the second chance to retake it along with a dozen of other unlucky students; I failed it again. My parents are getting divorced. I got into a fight with my best friend
Naru. And to top it all off, my brother Shingo poisoned my pet bunny!
…I was sitting in the green bushes; the light breeze of the morning was blowing softly on my face. The layers of mist over the ground were slowly dissolving, giving in to the warm rays of the sun…
I ran my finger over the cold steel in my jacket's pocket and closed my eyes, letting the air slip out between my clenched teeth with a hissing sound. I have to do this. I have no choice. I've got nothing to lose. It has to be done…
Drawing in a deep breath, I rose from the crouched position I was in and took a good look at the two-meter fence of the private parking lot. Impressive. I jumped, hauled myself up, and tumbled over to the other side. Almost instantly I spotted the car and idly crept upon it, furtively peering around me. I got out a flashlight and shined tentatively at the white rectangle with numbers and letters… Yes, this is it… I snapped a small clip off my blonde hair and stuck it into the vehicle's lock. It clicked. I opened the door and crawled to the backseat, remembering to lock the car again. I slid down to the floor between the seats, and only then I allowed myself to exhale the breath I'd been holding.
Done.
I checked my glowing in the dark watch. He should be here in two seconds …
The fanfare of the keys jiggling in a lock sent my heart somersaulting down to my stomach. I twisted my head up and caught a glimpse of the black nape of his head as he settled himself down into the driver's seat and started the car.
I gripped the steel surface in my pocket…
It was almost time.
When he'd stopped by the school building and got out of his car, I'd had enough time to do as much as stretch my sour arm just as he returned and plunked down the box exactly on my numb hand. I swear he did it on purpose.
My teeth nearly shredded my poor, innocent tongue to small chunks of bloody flesh…
Down to business.
Twitching my lips together, I dragged my hand out from beneath the carton box, rose to my pricking knees, and pointed my gun at his head. "Stop the car!"
* * *
I put my hands at the disc of the wheel, when a slightly muffled high-pitched female voice commanded, "Stop the car!" and I felt the barrel of a gun burying into my hair.
Oh, I'm just so incredibly lucky today!
I swallowed, but kept the car sluggishly inching forward. I don't want her to shoot me if I halt suddenly or something.
Keeping the pistol at my head, the maniac climbed over the back of the seat, and… a masked woman all in black sat down next to me.
"I said stop the car!" she growled.
But her voice was in a high state of convulsion.
Nervous woman. With a gun. At the passenger's seat. In my car.
WATCH OUT!!!
I gulped nervously.
"What for?" I let myself ask in a very tiny voice.
"I NEED TO!!"
I sucked in the side of my lip. "That badly?"
"YES! I only need that damned exam paper!" she cried out shrilly.
Perfect. Desperate student. I mean, come on, she had found out that I was asked to deliver Juuban Junior High's English examinations to Tokyo Schools Center instead of the flu-infected teacher because I'm a friend of the principal; the girl found out my name, my address, and my car number; managed to sneak into a private parking lot and unlock my car; and above all of that, that woman, I mean, girl, managed to buy a pistol and hold it, and all for the sake of the flimsy piece of paper?!
The girl started hysterically poking the gun into my face.
My eyes popped out of their sockets when I noticed something. No wonder the girl has done so poorly on the exam. How could she possibly get a good grade in English when she couldn't read the kanji characters at the pistol's butt? And they read: 'Splendid water gun'.
I blinked blankly a couple of times. Then I turned to the 'desperate student'.
"Water gun?" I squawked.
Her eyes darted to the thing in her hand. Then she swore. Wow. Very, very dirty it was, I have to admit.
Before I could blink my eyes one more time, the girl had reached for something at the backseat and attacked me with a baseball bat aimed at my head!!
Women…
I grabbed her wrist and knocked the bat out by hitting her hand at the roof. She shrieked, dropped the thing on my head, and fell down, her butt getting into a hard contact with the switching gears. My car roared in triumph and took off at top speed. I slammed the breaks and somehow succeeded in wheeling to a halt two inches before a lonely lamppost at the sidewalk.
Close enough.
Then I snatched up the girl and shook her a few times.
"Are you nuts?!" I shouted in her flushed face. "What were you-"
My tongue froze in my mouth.
Over the girl's shoulder I took notice of a policeman dodging the cars on the busy street to get to us.
I dropped the girl at my lap.
"Do you know what will happen right now?" I hissed at her. She gawked at me, her large blue eyes wide and helpless. "Stealing my car, kidnapping, and a threat to my life," I informed her in a toneless voice to scare her. By now her azure eyes were filling up with tears. She was getting smaller and smaller, shrinking into… my lap.
I even felt kind of sorry for her…
After all, it's just a test, right? She's simply a child! She wasn't aware of what she was doing! She couldn't fully comprehend it!
I whipped the black mask off her head to make her look like a human. I was greeted with a sight of a twisted with fright beautiful face. I mean, supposedly beautiful. I quickly hugged her, more like squashed her over myself.
At the same instant, I heard light rapping at my car's window. I reached out and rolled it down.
"Are you insane driving like this, mister?!" the old man in the police uniform bellowed. His gaze fell on the girl in my arms.
"Um…" I pasted a dopey smile on my face. "It's just that… we were too in each other, and…"
The girl started mumbling something into my chest, protesting, but I pressed her closer to garble any sound.
The old man smiled, a bit embarrassed.
"I hope we didn't hit anybody…?" I asked uncertainly. The policeman shook his head.
"So… no problem?" he inquired with a quirky grin.
"No problem," I agreed, then whispered loudly into the girl's golden hair, "Right, sweetie?"
She quite literally choked in her own rage. Before she could downpour me with indignant unprintable stuff, I ducked my head and wrapped her open mouth with my lips, momentarily silencing her, and grasped her head with my hand, pushing her closer to prevent her from bursting out from my 'loving' embrace.
From the furthest corner of my eye, I saw a slightly blushing police officer retreating from the view, murmuring something under his breath. You see, imagine how would it look in front of the cop if I would had stuck my fist into my girlfriend's mouth? And the only way I could… help her, was to pretend we were lovebirds!
* * *
I've had three thoughts galloping around my mind when he kissed me.
First: What the [censored] is he doing!!..
Second: Ooooohh…
Third: Don't stop, please, just go on!!!!
I felt his possessive fingers sliding through the hair at the nape of my neck, cradling my head in his large hand and pulling me to his tender lips, preventing me from melting into his loving embrace…
You see, I HAD been kissed before, but it was nothing like… like… I mean, I haven't been French-kissed before, that's all!
This moment I acknowledged the fact that I was extremely low on oxygen. And he was still at it and going… Is he crazy?! Does he want to suffocate me?!!
I broke us apart, tearing away from his clutching lips. Feeling terribly dizzy, my head fell at his chest, gasping convulsively. My senses were switched off, my heart was throbbing madly in my temples, and my mouth was aching…
He gulped. On the second try. His hand was lost somewhere in brushing blindly through my hair. His other one lowered and slipped under my unzipped jacket…
All my systems switched on.
WHAT HE'S GONNA TO - HE'S GONNA - HE WANTS ME TO -
His hand was inching closer up to…
AAAUUGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I galloped out of his arms and popped out the car, leaving him embracing the vast air. Then I bolted into a flee away from that maniac, but tripped on a boarding stone and came crashing to the concrete, scraping my knees, my forehead, my elbows…
I heard footsteps and twisted my head around. There he stood. Towering over me. And I was there, sprawled helplessly before him.
He stretched his hand out toward me…
My pupils widened to occupy entire eyeballs. I crawled away from him and tried to scream for help; my voice muscles wouldn't produce any sound at all as in a nightmare…
His hand was clasped over my mouth tightly, and he drew his devilishly handsome face closer to mine… Now, all maniacs are handsome, right? And they all have blue eyes? Because this one had blue eyes… bottomless and hauntingly dark…
His lips parted to whisper (all maniacs whisper, right??), "I'm not going to hurt or touch you."
Oh, yeah? And what are you doing?
I stared at his lips. His curved and tasty lips… HEY!! HE'S A *MANIAC*, WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT!!!!!
"Now I'll remove my hand," he said huskily, "and you be a quiet little girl, got me?" He withdrew his hand.
Of course I'll be quiet if my voice isn't working! All I could make out was "Mommy," in a hoarse whimper. His piercing gaze was examining my eyes.
I drowned.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, THREATENING ME WITH A BASEBALL
BAT!!!!" he roared. (I shrunk into the building behind my back.) "What if you got arrested?!"
"Why do you care?!" I squeaked.
"I don't. But you must understand that there are more important objectives in the world besides that test!!"
"It's not a test," I declared, "it's my life!" and sniffed.
He was taken aback. "Meaning?.."
I cleared my throat. "(Now comes the pouring of my whole life's tragic and miserable story) …and above all of that, my brother poisoned my pet bunny!"
He smirked. "So that's why you'd attacked me with a bat and a gun!"
"That's a WATER gun," I corrected.
"Much difference!? And what if that were a real gun?!"
"But it ISN'T!!!"
"And if it were, you'd still go with it!!"
"NO!"
"You'd threatened my life!!!!"
"Stop shouting at me!!!!!!!!" I yelled and wiped my nose at my sleeve.
He stood still for a moment. Then his eyes travelled from my head to toes. "Get up."
"What?" I squawked.
"Get up."
"What for?" I cried out in a panic.
"So that I could slap all that craziness out of your head and that you could see the world through different eyes!"
"I'm already seeing the world through different eyes!" I retorted. "And besides, don't you dare to touch a woman!!"
"I don't see any women here," he yapped and sized me up, disdain written on his face. "Only a child. A crybaby. Which is crawling around before my feet."
I nearly leaped up from the pavement. "I'M USAGI TSUKINO!! AND I'M *NOT* CRAWLING AROUND!!!"
"You are absolutely worthless," he threw over his shoulder while climbing into his car.
Well, surely I couldn't jump up and dash after him to beat him senseless because then he'd see the beautiful puddle I'd created under my butt… but still…
"AND I'M NOT A CRYBABY, HEAR ME!!" I called in a breaking voice after Mamoru Chiba as his car took off.
* * *
With a prim face, I sat at Juuban Junior High's English classroom desk, watching Ms. Haruna announcing the students' grades.
Now, brace yourself, Usagi. It's your own fault that you'll have to stay for the second year. You'll be able to catch up and pass the exams normally. It's okay. No biggie, right?
"Tsukino Usagi!" Ms. Haruna called out.
I let out a martyr's sigh and bravely faced the teacher. Naru reached out and patted my back for support.
Ms. Haruna wryly lifted her head from the test in her hands. "How could you possibly score 93% on your paper, may I ask?"
There was a long pause.
"You may," I whispered.
The teacher shook her head, placed the thin folder with my exam on my desk, and continued calling out other students' names.
Naru's eyes bounded up over my shoulder to take a better look.
I flung open the folder and bit my gaze into the paper…
"THAT'S NOT MY EXAM!!!!!!!!!!"
Haruna's head shot up, and she glanced at me with a gleeful grin. "What did you say?" she prodded me happily.
I looked at her. Then at my classmates. They were eagerly leaning in toward me. "Er, don't worry, it's MY exam. No problem!" I muttered hastily. Well, okay, this WASN'T my paper; it couldn't FEASIBLY be, and they all knew it. But…
I squinted, chewing on my lower lip.
But this ISN'T my handwriting!! This isn't my signature!!! What the heck is that?!
Then my madly working brain got to a simple and obvious conclusion.
There is only one person out there who knows about this whole matter.
Him.
THE END!
By May K. Lunnaya
Based on the characters created by Naoko Takeuchi.
This is a work of fiction. The characters*, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
* - BISHOUJO SENSHI SAILOR MOON, characters, names, and all related indicia are trademarks of Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha Ltd., TOEI Anime Co., TV Asahi; English adaptation by DiC & Optimum Productions.
Copyright © November 2000 by May K. Lunnaya. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
With comments and/or for information, contact May K. Lunnaya at sergek@co.ru. The author would greatly appreciate it if the readers would mention the site where they had read this manuscript.
NOTE: Does anybody remember me? I remember that the last time I got published at A Sailor Moon Romance has been somewhere during the summer… *Sheepish grins* Guys, I have a little update: I have changed the title of Sailor Silver Moon; now it is known as Sailor Argent Moon, also I have revised the Parts and am soon going to publish them. I hope you'll be happy to know that Part 4 is finished (and is just waiting for someone to proof-read it), and I'm already half-through with Part 5. And, everybody, PLEASE, take in mind that Part 1 now has many changes (including the fact that Haruka isn't Usagi's cousin anymore), so if you want to better understand the upcoming Parts, you ought to re-read the first Part, and its worth it, promise!
Arigatou!