Title: Of Pink Moon Bunny Love, Sweet Chocolate Covered Kisses, and Silly Little Red Roses from Singing Silver Lockets… Part Two Name: Sakura Girl E-mail: alicefan@misystems.cnchost.com Type: Alternate Reality Romance Rating: PG-13 ((*cough*) Language… (*cough*)) Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply… (Or in other words, Sakura's just too lazy to come up with a "witty: li'l disclaimer ditty…) Sakura Girl does not own Sailor Moon… Naoko Takeuchi owns Sailor Moon. Of Pink Moon Bunny Love, Sweet Chocolate Covered Kisses, and Silly Little Red Roses from Singing Silver Lockets… Part Two By Sakura Girl Author's Notes: Okie… I have this feeling that this will be somewhat of a long, long AN… ^^;; So feel free to skip ahead and come back later, that's what I would do if I were you! (*gulps*) Anyway! First off, those of you who are still reading this… I'd like to give many, many thanks to my wonderful, wonderful pre-readers: M-chan, Mere-chan, Tapestry-chan, and April-chan! (*takes big gulp of air*) They're the ones who put up with my endless bombardments of revisions and rewrites! God bless those kind people! (*sighs*) And moving on… I'd like to bring up the subject of the way I've used the SM characters' names! I do know that it's supposed to go Usa/Mamo, Sere/Dare… But the reason why I've placed these names in such a bizarre fashion is because I wanted to make a point of how Serena (not Usagi) is "different" from everyone at Ohtori. I suppose, if I were good enough of a writer, I wouldn't need to resort to name-changing to prove my point… But ah…we all know what a talented author Sakura-baka is! (*sweatdrops*) So once again, I ask of you to be lenient and understanding…for my ability as a writer is rather limited. (*cough*) Gomen, gomen. And my last, and final topic of discussion…the quality of this chapter. I am NOT very happy with the way it turned out, I feel that it could have been better…but due to laziness and lack of inspiration, this is the best I've come up with so far! (*cringes*) Alrighty, that's all my ramblings for today! I believe this AN deserves a number one position of "SMFF's Top Ten List of Boring Over- chattering Writers…" ^.^;; WARNING: Okay, listen up all you Moonie purists out there! Sakura-baka has selfishly twisted Naoko-sama's finely sculpted personalities of the SM characters for the sake of her sad excuse for a story. Serena has turned into a smart, independent, young woman that actually dares to voice her own opinions! Amy has turned into a gullible, gossipy, and all-around unsure and uncertain girl who lacks confidence! And last, but certainly not the least…our dear, old Mamo-chan has turned into an immoral, upper-classmen who has had everything handed to him on a silver platter all his life! So if any of you find these split personalities the slightest bit bothersome… I suggest you avoid the following work of fiction… One week later… The blonde, odangoed creature sat thoughtfully chewing upon the ends of her innocent, little pencil as she stared down at the clean and unmarked page of her "Luna diary"… She glanced timidly at the miniature, pink moon-patterned clock that quietly ticked away upon her small desk in which she now sat. Serena sighed happily before turning the attentions of her sharpened pencil to the blank page that currently stood before her. Dear Luna, I can officially call myself an Ohto-ohto. (hee hee, that's school slang for a student that attends Ohtori… Cute, ne?) It's been a week since that interesting conversation I had with Ames on the topic of the silly, little F4… Though it happened quite some time ago, I believe I shall always remember that special occasion as if it were yesterday. But ah…enough on that, what truly is amazing is how I managed to survive through it all… (hip hip hooray for me!) I do believe I deserve a little pat on the back for accomplishing such a great feat. Ha! Just kidding. Truth be told, dear Amy-chan deserves most of the credit. Without her patient "guidance", I don't know how many F4 ribbons I would've gotten myself tangled up in by now… Serena sighed. Ahem. Anyway! Molly called today. We talked for the longest time! Daddy will have such a tantrum when he receives the bill in the mail… Ah well, I can't worry about that right now…evil, old Mr. Hanasaki assigned four whole, entire three-pronged five-paragraph essays today! All due tomorrow! (AN: Hee hee. Can you guess what Sakura ought to be doing right now instead of typing up this silly, little story? ^^;;) Well, I'll be going off into the dreaded Homework Land now Luna dear… Ja! Down with Hanasaki! Serena P.S. Coughs. Not that I *care* or anything, but…the members of F4 haven't even shown themselves at Ohtori! They weren't here all week. Amy says that they often ditch and skip school for "unknown, but personal" reasons… Probably out making a mess of society or playing up with some poor girl's heart. I simply cannot stand people like that! Why can they get away with such crimes just because they've got some money behind a pretty face? Ugh, never has anyone (a stranger, nonetheless!) gotten me so utterly flustered and frustrated before! Serena gently shut her furry diary with some unreadable expression imprinted all over her pretty face. After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, her little scrunched up mouth suddenly broke out into an unexpected grin. She laughed out loud to no one in particular. Why am I acting like such a silly goose? Fretting over the pointless likes of them? Serena rolled eyes before getting up to place "Luna" back underneath her mattress. She then bent over to retrieve her trusty, old book bag, reluctantly preparing herself to carry out another one of Hanasaki's hazardous assignments. However, right before she opened her notepad for a clean sheet of paper to begin her essay… A single, nagging thought of great annoyance kept circling around her otherwise unoccupied mind. …What exactly were the oh-so-famous, notorious F4 like? From what she heard from Amy…they were basically worshipped like gods back at Ohtori. That is, when they actually managed to show up… What exactly was so immaculately attractive about these four, oh-so-fine male specimens of perfection? She couldn't help wondering. What did they see in those pig headed- WHAP! Her hand had just found its way to her cheek. Serena refused to allow that little pondering session proceed any further. She'd had her fill of F4 that day…berating herself carefully. She didn't give a darn to what those four bastards wanted to do with their lives! It had nothing to do with her, yep! Just absolutely, positively nothing to do with her… "Good morning, Serena!" a blue-headed girl called out cheerfully. Serena looked up from the book she had been reading, and realized that she had already reached Mr. Big Tree, the usual morning meeting place of Amy Mizuno and herself. She smiled back warmly at the sight of her best friend at Ohtori, "Ohayo, Amy-chan! How are ya? Did you finish Hanasaki's essays? I had a heck of a time trying to get 'em done! I swear that man is evil. Pure evil." Serena wrinkled up her nose and pouted childishly. Amy laughed at her slight over dramatics, "Yes, I did finish the essays… Though I don't think they'll be due today, all that hard work…wasted!" Amy complained. "I overheard Esmeraude and her little followers talking about some big assembly that's going to take place during third hour- Hanasaki's class." Serena rolled her eyes, "And you actually believed them? Gee, Ames! Someone with brains like yours ought to know by now that everything those girls yap about is just a bunch of nonsense!" "I don't think so, Serena… They said that it was going to be held in honor of the belated F4's arrival at Ohtori! No one, not even Esmeraude and the others, would dare spread such rumors about the F4…even if the topic were something as insignificant as a simple assembly!" she replied ash right into some innocent bystander on the bottom the concrete staircase. "Ai-yeee…oof! Ouch!" Amy cried out as she slowly sat up from her recent encounter with the oh-so-infamous stairway of Ohtori High. Amy gently rubbed her head as she groaned groggily… "Amy? Are you alright?" Serena asked hurriedly as she began descending down the long line of steps to her fallen friend's side. "Ah…it's okay, Serena… I'm…I'm oka-" she never finished her sentence for Amy suddenly realized that the "object" she was currently residing upon wasn't the expected step of the accursed little stairway… But rather, a living, breathing warm substance of jet-black hair and cold, blue eyes… Amy's eyes immediately widened to the unnatural size of flying saucers as she struggled to pile off the flurry of cuts and bruises. Her sizable blue eyes suddenly grew impossibly larger as she recognized her unfortunate, so-called victim… "Ch-Chiba-san… I'm-I'm so sorry! I didn't know… G-gomen, gomen nasai…" She panicked incoherently, utter terror taking over her entire ability to conduct any form of speech whatsoever. Chiba-san? Serena's own eyes of blue stretched out into its own abnormal size of shock she pondered the possibilities. Could this be the ruthless (AN: Yet totally yummied-out… (*dreamy sigh*)) leader for the infamous F4 of Ohtori? Could it be? Serena strained her neck to get a better look at the raven- headed figure and his three good-looking associates. Was this Ohtori's ever- so-famous F4? Serena sighed. Well, this certainly was a bit disappoi- "…Just who do you think you are, little girl?" a steady male voice interrupted Serena's oh-so-intelligible musings. Ah…so the dragon had awoken from his slumber. "What the hell do you think you just did? You split my lip, dammit!" he glared angrily as he reached up to wipe away the thin line of blood that trailed from his lip to his chin. "I didn't mean- I'm sorry! I-I…I really didn't, it was an accident! I-I…did-" Amy stuttered helplessly. "You alright, Mamoru?" a voice asked from behind. "Yeah, that girl hit you pretty hard… Heh heh, I mean, I know tons of girls who fall head over heels for ya…but, this is the first time I've seen it literally happen!" another commented wryly as he laughed at his own corny insight. But then, quickly sobered when Mamoru shot a warning scowl in his direction. Although within a blink of an eye, Mamoru had turned his attentions back on the cowering girl that now trembled in a terrified manner before him. He smirked rakishly before continuing, "If a mere apology solved everything in this damn world…then we wouldn't have any need for violence, now would we?" He cocked an insolent head to the side while crossing a pair of well-built arms in front of his chest menacingly. "…I-I…" Amy choked out, for she was at loss of words, due to a mixture of cowardly fear and awestruck horror. Luckily, for Amy, Serena had already recovered from the shock of Mamoru's actions, and just took a brave step forward to share a piece or two of her own troubled mind with that Mamoru- baka… Tightening up her tiny fists, she prepared to defend friend's distraught character… "Just…just wait a second, Chiba… Didn't she already apologize? I mean, what's the big deal? Can't you just leave her alone? It's not like she did it on purpose or anything!" Serena cried out angrily, "You have absolutely no right to treat her so rudely! So what if-if you're an F4 guy? That doesn't make you King of the World! I think you owe both of us an apology!" Serena ordered indignantly as she stared back at Mamoru's somewhat…surprised expression. No one, not even that insipid boy from the Opening Ceremony, had dared to speak to him in such a discourteous manner. Never. Ever before. And here was this puny, little girl that stood oh-so-boldly before him, poised rebellion written all over her pretty features… Her vivacious blue eyes (blue? Hmm…he hadn't noticed this until now. Wow…her eyes were so, so blue…) glaring back at him defiantly. Her slender arms crossed in the same imminent fashion, not unlike his own. Dainty feet tapping impatiently as she awaited his response. He raised a cynical eyebrow, and cocked his pretty head to the side, but didn't say anything. He didn't need to. After all, Blue Eyes had dug her own grave. He simply smirked. Serena could taste the sudden chills running up and down her spine! She could literally feel his gaze hardening as he stared ahead…unwavering, and piercing straight through her with brutal force. Complete with all the swiftness and malice of a poisoned bow and arrow. Suddenly, Serena wasn't quite so sure of herself anymore… Perhaps it was that all too superior glimmer within those cold, cold depths of turbulent blue…or maybe, it was those hard, unfeeling, yet…much too well-defined features of his…or maybe, maybe Serena just simply felt over-sized and outnumbered by the impending figures of Ohtori's notorious F4… Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't helping out the current situation any! The ice-blue eyes of the pale-headed member of F4 kept staring at her, something Serena couldn't and didn't want to fathom…clearly evident within his wintry, lapis-tinted eyes. His unwavering gaze suddenly became all too much for her to take, for it was also accompanied by Mamoru's own, loathsome glowering. Serena unintentionally forced herself to look away. She cursed herself harshly…for she allowed Mamoru to get to her, and the worst part was…he himself, now knew of it! The twisted smile upon his handsome face told all there was to be told. 'It was all that cursed pale-headed freak's fault!' Serena bashed inwardly, for another quirky expression of victory had just now appeared upon Mamoru's arrogantly structured face. This new conduct of Mamoru's fueled Serena's unforeseen, sudden return of confidence and boldness. She once again balled up her fists, but this time…instead of keeping them restrained tautly at her sides, she actually held them up into the customary "boxing position" she'd often viewed on television. Serena glared menacingly at her opponent. If it was a battle he wanted, then she it would be a war she'd declare! Mamoru arched an eyebrow… Plain and simple, there was something about that girl. He couldn't help but admire her so-called courage to stand up to him in such a headstrong manner. Something no one had ever dared do since he entered this world in his bouncing, little baby, birthday suit! And if he weren't so ticked off with her current antics, he would not hesitate to add her to his little list of "Mamo-women" (AN: Ooh! I want to be a Mamo-woman! Where does one sign up for this occupation? (*wiggles eyebrows*)). However, after Serena sent, yet another venomous glare in his direction, all his previous musings were knocked and replaced by feelings of extreme irritation. Soon afterward…he raised a threatening fist, as if preparing himself to launch strike upon her lovely, little head… However, instead of resolving to the F4's well-known, and usual tactics of violence… Mamoru did something totally out of the ordinary! He didn't even lay a finger on the rivaling blonde before him! He simply signaled to his little posse that he wished to retire from their current company… As if they weren't worth another second of his time. Though before he'd left in the opposing direction, he had casually thrown a playful wink and a cocky grin at Serena in the process. It was a well-executed performance to lead her avenging spirit astray…a simple plan to distract her as he made his exit. But Serena didn't know this as she unconsciously lowered her offensive hands and falling right into Mamoru's little "trap". His bewildered group knew none of his little scheme either. Although they quickly obliged after their leader, they couldn't help the feelings of utter shock and astonishment hidden within their chests. They had expected the little blonde one to be of some resemblance to something like a pancake by now… For as gentlemanly as Mamoru was towards women of his interest… He was certainly not one whom could be dubbed as a decent fellow when one treaded upon his short temper, an act little Blue Eyes had just displayed quite expertly not too long ago… A few seconds later… Serena quietly helped Amy to her feet as she stared wonderingly at the retreating figures of the famous foursome. She shook her head in confusion. That Mamoru character sure was a strange one, that he was. She frowned. Ah well…he was no longer of her concern! All that truly mattered now was managing a monstrous 265-yard distance within a measly 2.6 minutes' timing… Their little morning rendezvous had taken up the lengthy time usually used for walking to class. Once Amy was back on her feet, Serena grabbed her hand and the two dashed off to class. And all that the average observer could define of the swirling tornado, was an indistinguishable blur of blue and gold… (AN: ^___^) 7 minutes later, next to Ohtori's built-in pond fountain… "Uh…Mamoru? What's wrong with you?" Motoki exclaimed worriedly. "You just let that crazy girl…off-off so easily!" The clean-cut blonde furrowed his brows, completely lost in his own confusion as he tried to figure out his best friend's abnormal behavior. That's when long silver-hared one spoke out, "Though I don't see what the big deal about that girl is… I've never seen you act this way before, Mamoru. You'd better be careful, you might've caught some nasty bug or something…" Malachite warned in a motherly tone, but then returned to his old, sardonic self soon afterward, "So, who's up for that new club that just ope-" Malachite's request was suddenly disconnected by the sound of Mamoru's bitter laughter. "You…you just don't get it, do you?" he shook his head in disappointment. "…did you think for one moment that I'd forgotten about those crazy bitches? Of course I'm going to fucking do something about it!" He stated arrogantly, lifting an indignant chin to prove his point. "Things have been rather…dull for me, around Ohtori since that fiasco with the Ceremony boy. I just want to have a little fun that's all! This time, instead of having those other fellows take care of her, I think I'll personally attend to this matter." He grinned deviously. One could almost see that little, red devil sitting upon one of his broad shoulder blades. "So…how long do you think she'll last?" "You mean until she transfers or something?" "Ah…probably a few more days than the Ceremony kid…" "He only lasted four days, idiot!" "I give her a week!" "Wanna bet on it?" "You're on!" "How much do-" "Oh, just shut up!" Mamoru sighed, annoyance detected in his voice. But then he grew intent once more as the subject turned back towards the "fixing up" of Blue Eyes. "Motoki? I trust you'll see to it that things will be taken care of properly? And, Malachite? Spread the word! Demando…uh, you go do something useful! I'll just be heading off to class now… Have fun!" He grinned cockily as he turned from the group to head off to his so-called "class". Motoki groaned. Malachite twitched. They then exclaimed, "I thought he said he wanted to take care of everything himself! The lazy bastard…" Demando coughed.