Don't You Forget About Me
by Ori ((Ori_author@hotmail.com))
Rating: PG for thematic elements

Disclaimer: Wonderful people own SM. I am not one of those people.

-Part 2-


Two hours had passed. They still had. . .who knows how many hours
left. Usagi had stopped keeping count. A few conversations had sprung
up, but mostly the room was silent.

Usagi was drawing. It was a picture of a palace with something that
looked like gardens in front. Usagi didn't know where that image had
come from. . .it just seemed right.

Next thing she knew, Mr. H was slamming the door to the library open.

"Wake up! This is detention, not naptime! You better be glad that this is 
your lunchtime that I have to give you," he growled.

Rubeus raised his hand. "Can we get some of that nutritious milk the
lunchroom serves, sir?"

Mr. H glared. "Milk is out on the weekend."

Mamoru spoke up. "We need something to drink, sir. Minako, here, she 
gets dehydrated really easily if she doesn't have any thing to drink."

Minako faked a dry cough.

Mr. H, still angry, relented. "I don't want a medical suit on my hands. Mamoru
you and. . . .you, in the back!"

Usagi didn't look up.

"Look girl, in the black. Now!"

Usagi looked up and walked towards the front. Mamoru glanced over at her
and headed out the door. Usagi followed slowly behind. Stalking ahead, she 
walked quickly for the teacher's lounge, where the soda machine was. Mamoru
attempted to strike up a conversation. "So. What's your name? I don't think
I've seen you around before."

Usagi snorted. "Yes you have. I pass you every day in the hall."

Mamoru looked confused. "No I haven't."

Usagi smirked. "Sure you did. You're always too busy chasing some
cheerleader or patting some other jock's butt to notice."

Mamoru looked at her angrily. "What would you know about any of that?
I bet you've never really attempted to win in your entire life!"

Usagi glared at him. He could never know of her life as Sailormoon. When 
she had time and time again pushed herself to save the world. Alone. She 
refused to respond to his baiting anymore.

Collecting the drinks, Mamoru stepped back from the machine and handed a
few to Usagi. "Think you can handle that? Or should you just take one and 
paint it black or something?"

Usagi, holding her cans, turned and slapped him. Hard. "Don't -you- ever
presume to know -anything- about me! You've had it all and everyone loves
Mr. Big Jock. Don't talk to me. Ever."

Mamoru looked at the girl stunned. He kept his mouth shut until they got back
to the library. He passed out his few drinks and sat back by Minako. As
they unwrapped their lunches, he whispered, "The girl in back is such a freak."

Minako scoffed at him. "Like, duh. I mean, she wouldn't even talk to me! I 
mean, me! Really. Not good for her rep at all."

Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Big deal."

Minako glared at him. "I can make or break someone's reputation here at
Azabu, Mamoru. -You- should know that." She smiled sweetly as Mamoru 
paled. Her mind was turning over this mysterious girl in the back. She was 
somehow familiar, but she knew she'd never seen her before. Focusing on her
lunch, she resolved to figure it out in the next three hours.