Trapped Together Till Haloween
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Sailor Moon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
8,297
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Good Night, Sleep Tight, Don�t Let The Bed Bugs Bite.
Author’s Note: A few storyline changes - Generals Zoisite and Kunzite were defeated when Sailor Venus showed up and broke the dark energy dome. Tuxedo Kamen had not been injured and Sailors Moon and Venus combined their attacks to kill the two Generals. The Silver Crystal hadn’t yet been revealed and the rainbow crystals disappeared along with the General’s bodies. Of course, Mamoru doesn’t know that Usagi is Sailor Moon and the Princess or who the Senshi are. Likewise, Usagi and the girls don’t know that Mamoru is Tuxedo Kamen. Also, Reika isn’t going to Africa. ^_^
Chapter 1 - Good Night, Sleep Tight, Don’t Let The Bed Bugs Bite.
Silence suddenly descended on the noisy arcade like an anvil dropped from the sky.
“Okay! I’ve *HAD IT* with you two!” Motoki yelled, shattering the silence. He looked down at himself. Everyone was also staring at the remains of the root beer float, a hamburger with the works, cheese fries, a banana split and a piece of cherry pie a la mode that decorated the front of Motoki’s shirt, pants, apron and shoes. What wasn’t on Motoki was splattered on the floor among broken dishes and a tray.
Looking up with a murderous glint in his eyes, Motoki glared at the two people who were responsible for this mess. He angrily continued, “I can forgive this happening once and maybe even twice but this is the third time in two weeks and I’ve had it!” Motoki pointed toward the back storage room and demanded, “March!”
The petit, blonde girl, with a contrite expression and teary eyes, carefully stepped over the mess and silently walked to the back room.
The tall dark haired man smiled with amusement and said, “Wow Motoki, you sure know how to make Meatball-Head obey! Maybe you should offer classes to others that have to deal with her.”
Motoki stepped up to the man with barely contained fury. He uncharacteristically bellowed, “I meant *YOU TOO*, Chiba Mamoru! Now *MARCH*!!”
Mamoru’s eyes opened wide in surprise at his best-friend’s angry words, “Alright already! I’m going!” Avoiding the mess on the floor in one step, Mamoru followed after Usagi.
Sighing, Motoki looked down at the mess again. He set his face with determination then turned towards the back room too. When he stepped through the doorway he saw Usagi standing near the back of the room. She pointedly ignored Mamoru as she stared at the names of different products on the shelves that lined the wall. Mamoru was doing the same but at the opposite wall and near the doorway.
Motoki cleared his throat then said, “Usagi, you sit on that folding chair against the back wall and Mamoru you sit here by the door. If either of you speak a word to each other before I get back, I will put you both on the permanently banned from the arcade list. Understood?” Both of them nodded and complied with Motoki’s instructions.
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Ten minutes later the mess and Motoki were cleaned up as best as they could be. Motoki then turned his attention to the two problems he had in his storage room. After thinking a moment Motoki picked up his cell phone and dialed as he stepped out the back door of the arcade into the evening twilight.
“Hey, Reika,” Motoki greeted his girlfriend. After a pause, he continued, “Yeah, I’m upset but not at you. *They* were at it again. Yep, *another* tray! I have them sitting in corners in the storage room right now. I just can’t take their fighting anymore! I have an idea how to stop them but I need your help. Is your father’s yacht still at the marina?” Another pause then, “Great! Get over here and I’ll tell you the rest. Thanks, see ya soon!”
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Usagi sighed for the eleventh time and squirmed around on the hard metal chair. She was soo… bored! She could now recite from memory the name of each product stored in the room and its quantity. Sighing again, she started the list over in her mind. *Anything* was better than thinking about the man that sat in the same room with her.
Mamoru was soo… tempted to say something. He kept phrasing it in his mind, [Meatball-Head, that’s twelve sighs. What are you trying to do? Suck up enough air to keep your head filled?] Covering his mouth, he coughed to hide a chuckle at the thought of what her reaction would be if he said that.
Usagi glanced at him, glared then sighed as she turned her head away.
[That’s number thirteen,] Mamoru noted. He was soo…very tempted! The words were on the tip of his tongue and the only thing that held him back was the memory of Motoki’s angry face. It had been scary. Mamoru had never seen his friend lose his temper like that before. With the way Motoki had looked, Mamoru didn’t want to take a chance on actually getting banned.
[Fourteen now,] Mamoru thought as he watched Usagi’s chest rise and fall with the force of another sigh. He was soo…very, *very* tempted! In it’s own way, this punishment was a surprisingly effective form of torture to him. Mamoru wished Motoki would hurry up. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out.
Motoki peeked around the doorway at the two silent enemies. He noticed how Mamoru kept glancing at Usagi and how she was still pointedly focused on the shelves. With a grin he decided his plan, if it didn’t get screwed up, might actually work.
“Hey,” Motoki announced himself and both of the room’s occupants startled.
“Motoki,” Mamoru and Usagi both breathed in relief.
“I brought you both something to drink,” Motoki continued as he handed them each an ice-cold glass of soda.
Usagi and Mamoru each gulped down about half of their drinks. Motoki smiled and said, “You both did pretty good being quiet. See, you can be in the same room without picking on each other.”
Usagi held her drink in her lap then looked up at Motoki. Tears fell from her big blue eyes and ran down her cheeks. “I’m really, really sorry, Motoki,” she whimpered with a sniffle.
Grabbing a box of tissues, Motoki swiftly moved to crouch beside Usagi’s chair. “That’s okay, Usagi. I forgive you,” he offered with a tissue and a hug. Looking into her luminous eyes Motoki felt a pang of guilt.
[Should I really go through with this?] Motoki wondered. However, he could already see the drinks were taking affect. Usagi yawned, and the glare Mamoru had pinned on Motoki as he comforted Usagi, was quickly melting into a sleepy, somewhat confused expression. A moment later both of them slumped forward.
Motoki quickly took Usagi’s leftover drink and gently eased her into a somewhat comfortable position on the floor. Mamoru had already fallen forward to the floor. Also moving him into a more comfortable position, Motoki then grabbed some paper towels to clean up the remains of Mamoru’s drink. Reika stepped into the doorway and gasped, “What did you do to them?”
Motoki grinned up at her and answered, “I just made sure they’re going to get a good, full twelve hours of sleep or so. Sometimes it’s an advantage to have an uncle who’s a pharmacist.”
Reika’s eyes widened with surprise and new respect for her boyfriend. “Wow!” she said, “Remind me to never make you really angry!”
Motoki chucked as he led Reika from the room and closed the door behind them, “This is nothing. Wait until you hear the rest of the plan.”
At that moment four somewhat worried girls hesitantly walked down the hall. When they saw Motoki and Reika, the tall brown-haired Makoto asked, “What did you do with Usagi and Mamoru? They’ve been back here twenty minutes and we haven’t heard a peep or any dishes breaking.”
“They’re fine, Motoki reassured the girls. “I have a plan to end their fighting and I could use your help.”
Rei, with a toss of her long black hair, laughed, “I’d like to see that! As long as it doesn’t hurt them you can count me in.”
The other three girls nodded too. Motoki answered, “Great! Come into the kitchen and I’ll tell you what we’re doing.”
Chapter 2 - \"Row, Row, Row Your Boat...\" will be posted soon. ^_^
Thank you for reading my story. If you\'re enjoying it, or if you have any (politely worded) suggestions/comments about my story, please let me know via review. I truly appreciate feedback. ^_^
Sincerely,
Luna Hope ^_^
Chapter 1 - Good Night, Sleep Tight, Don’t Let The Bed Bugs Bite.
Silence suddenly descended on the noisy arcade like an anvil dropped from the sky.
“Okay! I’ve *HAD IT* with you two!” Motoki yelled, shattering the silence. He looked down at himself. Everyone was also staring at the remains of the root beer float, a hamburger with the works, cheese fries, a banana split and a piece of cherry pie a la mode that decorated the front of Motoki’s shirt, pants, apron and shoes. What wasn’t on Motoki was splattered on the floor among broken dishes and a tray.
Looking up with a murderous glint in his eyes, Motoki glared at the two people who were responsible for this mess. He angrily continued, “I can forgive this happening once and maybe even twice but this is the third time in two weeks and I’ve had it!” Motoki pointed toward the back storage room and demanded, “March!”
The petit, blonde girl, with a contrite expression and teary eyes, carefully stepped over the mess and silently walked to the back room.
The tall dark haired man smiled with amusement and said, “Wow Motoki, you sure know how to make Meatball-Head obey! Maybe you should offer classes to others that have to deal with her.”
Motoki stepped up to the man with barely contained fury. He uncharacteristically bellowed, “I meant *YOU TOO*, Chiba Mamoru! Now *MARCH*!!”
Mamoru’s eyes opened wide in surprise at his best-friend’s angry words, “Alright already! I’m going!” Avoiding the mess on the floor in one step, Mamoru followed after Usagi.
Sighing, Motoki looked down at the mess again. He set his face with determination then turned towards the back room too. When he stepped through the doorway he saw Usagi standing near the back of the room. She pointedly ignored Mamoru as she stared at the names of different products on the shelves that lined the wall. Mamoru was doing the same but at the opposite wall and near the doorway.
Motoki cleared his throat then said, “Usagi, you sit on that folding chair against the back wall and Mamoru you sit here by the door. If either of you speak a word to each other before I get back, I will put you both on the permanently banned from the arcade list. Understood?” Both of them nodded and complied with Motoki’s instructions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ten minutes later the mess and Motoki were cleaned up as best as they could be. Motoki then turned his attention to the two problems he had in his storage room. After thinking a moment Motoki picked up his cell phone and dialed as he stepped out the back door of the arcade into the evening twilight.
“Hey, Reika,” Motoki greeted his girlfriend. After a pause, he continued, “Yeah, I’m upset but not at you. *They* were at it again. Yep, *another* tray! I have them sitting in corners in the storage room right now. I just can’t take their fighting anymore! I have an idea how to stop them but I need your help. Is your father’s yacht still at the marina?” Another pause then, “Great! Get over here and I’ll tell you the rest. Thanks, see ya soon!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Usagi sighed for the eleventh time and squirmed around on the hard metal chair. She was soo… bored! She could now recite from memory the name of each product stored in the room and its quantity. Sighing again, she started the list over in her mind. *Anything* was better than thinking about the man that sat in the same room with her.
Mamoru was soo… tempted to say something. He kept phrasing it in his mind, [Meatball-Head, that’s twelve sighs. What are you trying to do? Suck up enough air to keep your head filled?] Covering his mouth, he coughed to hide a chuckle at the thought of what her reaction would be if he said that.
Usagi glanced at him, glared then sighed as she turned her head away.
[That’s number thirteen,] Mamoru noted. He was soo…very tempted! The words were on the tip of his tongue and the only thing that held him back was the memory of Motoki’s angry face. It had been scary. Mamoru had never seen his friend lose his temper like that before. With the way Motoki had looked, Mamoru didn’t want to take a chance on actually getting banned.
[Fourteen now,] Mamoru thought as he watched Usagi’s chest rise and fall with the force of another sigh. He was soo…very, *very* tempted! In it’s own way, this punishment was a surprisingly effective form of torture to him. Mamoru wished Motoki would hurry up. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold out.
Motoki peeked around the doorway at the two silent enemies. He noticed how Mamoru kept glancing at Usagi and how she was still pointedly focused on the shelves. With a grin he decided his plan, if it didn’t get screwed up, might actually work.
“Hey,” Motoki announced himself and both of the room’s occupants startled.
“Motoki,” Mamoru and Usagi both breathed in relief.
“I brought you both something to drink,” Motoki continued as he handed them each an ice-cold glass of soda.
Usagi and Mamoru each gulped down about half of their drinks. Motoki smiled and said, “You both did pretty good being quiet. See, you can be in the same room without picking on each other.”
Usagi held her drink in her lap then looked up at Motoki. Tears fell from her big blue eyes and ran down her cheeks. “I’m really, really sorry, Motoki,” she whimpered with a sniffle.
Grabbing a box of tissues, Motoki swiftly moved to crouch beside Usagi’s chair. “That’s okay, Usagi. I forgive you,” he offered with a tissue and a hug. Looking into her luminous eyes Motoki felt a pang of guilt.
[Should I really go through with this?] Motoki wondered. However, he could already see the drinks were taking affect. Usagi yawned, and the glare Mamoru had pinned on Motoki as he comforted Usagi, was quickly melting into a sleepy, somewhat confused expression. A moment later both of them slumped forward.
Motoki quickly took Usagi’s leftover drink and gently eased her into a somewhat comfortable position on the floor. Mamoru had already fallen forward to the floor. Also moving him into a more comfortable position, Motoki then grabbed some paper towels to clean up the remains of Mamoru’s drink. Reika stepped into the doorway and gasped, “What did you do to them?”
Motoki grinned up at her and answered, “I just made sure they’re going to get a good, full twelve hours of sleep or so. Sometimes it’s an advantage to have an uncle who’s a pharmacist.”
Reika’s eyes widened with surprise and new respect for her boyfriend. “Wow!” she said, “Remind me to never make you really angry!”
Motoki chucked as he led Reika from the room and closed the door behind them, “This is nothing. Wait until you hear the rest of the plan.”
At that moment four somewhat worried girls hesitantly walked down the hall. When they saw Motoki and Reika, the tall brown-haired Makoto asked, “What did you do with Usagi and Mamoru? They’ve been back here twenty minutes and we haven’t heard a peep or any dishes breaking.”
“They’re fine, Motoki reassured the girls. “I have a plan to end their fighting and I could use your help.”
Rei, with a toss of her long black hair, laughed, “I’d like to see that! As long as it doesn’t hurt them you can count me in.”
The other three girls nodded too. Motoki answered, “Great! Come into the kitchen and I’ll tell you what we’re doing.”
Chapter 2 - \"Row, Row, Row Your Boat...\" will be posted soon. ^_^
Thank you for reading my story. If you\'re enjoying it, or if you have any (politely worded) suggestions/comments about my story, please let me know via review. I truly appreciate feedback. ^_^
Sincerely,
Luna Hope ^_^