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Organization for Transformative Works
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This is my contribution for Day 1: ThemeāFrenemies
I love me some season one bickering, so this was lots of fun to write.
Yes, regrettably it is indeed several days late (today actually being day 5), but it turned out much longer than I initially expected. I guess that's what happens when your game plan is, "Hey, I like the painting episode, maybe I should write something about that one." I'm a real pantser this week.
Considering this officially bumps me over the halfway mark (4 under my belt, which is at least 3 more than I expected to do) I want to give a shoutout to @idesofnovember and all the other participants writing fic.
@daikon1
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@master-ray5
@moonchildoh8
@billyjbradshaw
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@riverlethe
@floraone
(If I missed anyone, my apologies) Youāre all amazing, and while some of you are definitely swimming laps around me, Iām just happy to be splashing around in the water with you.
āI ask the traffic lights if itāll be alright, they sayĀ āI donāt knowā
mood board for A Thousand CutsĀ by Antigone2
So I saw @idesofnovemberāās post the other day and thought Iād join in!Ā (Iāve never made one of these before so itās very a bit rough but it was heaps of fun to make!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A flash of blonde outside catches his eyes. Mamoru watches the door open, and Usagi bursts in, all long hair and rippling skirt, dripping wet and skin dewy from the rain. Sheās beautiful, he thinks, framed in the soft light of the coffee shop with the rain pouring down behind her and the light of passing cars caressing her skin. She steps in and the door slams shut behind her.
Sheās a hurricane of a person, and he is absolutely caught in the drag of her tide.
Mamoru waits for Usagi. Sheās late.
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Written as a gift as part of the Fall In Love MamoUsa Exchange! Written for @iamtheworldtradecenter. I hope you like it!
Thanks much to @idesofnovember for running this exchange, always lovely to see more MamoUsa content on my dash! <3
Yes I always considered Chibi Usa a mini-Mamoru...
I love that visual! Iām imagining an alternate reality where Helios is Sailor Moon and Chibi Usa is Tuxedo Mask and sheās the snarky upper classman that helps him in his time of need.Ā
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I originally wrote this for the Sailor Moon OTP Secret Santa exchange organized by @idesofnovember...until I realized I had misread the request from my giftee. Even though this didnāt end up being gifted for the exchange, I want to share it withe the fandom anyway, especially with the UsaMamo fans out there. ;)
āKentucky for Christmas!ā: A Sailor Moon Christmas Story
by Mangaka-chan
A frigid December gust ruffled Usagiās golden bangs and rustled the plastic bags in her hand. The blonde shuddered, her one layer of coat not quite sufficient to completely keep out the cold. Despite the weather, Usagi wore a wide grin on her face. As she entered the welcoming warmth of the apartment building and made her way to the elevator the grin on her face only grew bigger as the metal door of the elevator closed behind her with a soft ādingā.
The blonde looked down at the two heavy plastic bags in her hand, one containing a large paper bucket, the other held two boxes stacked on top of one another. Both were decorated in festive Christmas colors of yellow, red, and green, and featured the image of a smiling old man and the bold, white letters, āKFCā.*
Usagi took a deep breath of the smell of deep fried chicken now permeating the tiny chamber. Relishing the delicious scent, Usagi looked up when she felt the elevator come to a stop and the door reopened with another soft ādingā.
Practically hopping on her feet like her namesake animal, she crossed the short distance to a familiar door. Shuffling the bags in her hands to free one hand, she quickly patted her wind-blown hair and tugged her scarf back in place. Once she felt she was presentable, Usagi gave a firm press to the doorbell and waited with anticipation as the sound of footsteps approached the door.
As the door cracked open, Usagi belted out, āMerry Christmas, Mamo-chan!ā
In front of her the dark haired Mamoru exclaimed in surprise, āUsako! I didnāt know youād be coming today! What are those-ā
Before he could finish, Usagi had walked into the apartment and had begun to take out the items in her bags. āItās Christmas Eve, so I thought weād have fried chicken together. See,ā she gestured to the items laid out on the table, āI got the full set, including the party barrel, chocolate Christmas cake, and a salad!ā
āOh, thatās right,ā Mamoru glanced at the calendar on his wall and looked back at the proud and beaming Usagi. āBut arenāt you going to spend Christmas Eve with your family tonight?ā
āI will, later tonight,ā Usagi replied as she unbuttoned her coat and began setting out the utensils and plates that came with the chicken. Her blue eyes twinkled at Mamoru, āTo be honest I didnāt get the idea to buy fried chicken until Kenji Papa mentioned this morning heāll go pick up our familyās order of chicken before dinner. I kind of wish I had thought of it earlier though; the line at the nearest KFC was super long! It took two hours before I reached the counter!ā
Mamoru frowned at the mental image of Usagi rubbing her hands together to stay warm in what felt like arctic conditions outside. She couldāve gotten sick waiting in line in weather like this, he thought to himself as he watched Usagi set the table when another thought occurred to him.
āWait, but that means youāll be eating fried chicken and cakes the whole day todayā¦for lunch and dinner,ā Mamoru grimaced. The prospect of eating that much sugary and greasy food in a day made him nausea just thinking about it, but the thought did not seem to bother Usagi in the least, who skipped from the table to stand in front of her beau.
āI donāt mind! And besides,ā she pointed at the small bowl of chopped lettuce, cherry tomato and cucumber slices. āThereās salad! So itās not so bad!ā
As an aspiring future physician, Mamoru was at a loss for words. He rested his palm against his face and tried not to think about how many gym hoursāor for that matter, doses of Lipidorāit would take to undo that much fat and sugar.*
With a sigh, Mamoru pulled his hand away and chastised gently, āUsako, I know this is a once a year thing, but you need to take better care of your body. First of all, you couldāve caught a cold standing outside in the cold for so long. As for the foodā¦you eat a lot of sweets and snacks as it is, and while I love you no matter your weight, if you keep eating this type of diet itāll be harmful to your body in the long run. You need to take care of yourself more.ā
Seeing the disapproving expression on his face, the cheer that had buoyed Usagi through the cold earlier deflated and she turned her gaze to the floor. The apartment fell into an awkward silence, with only the faint sound of the traffic and the occasional gust of wind outside the balcony window to fill the void.
āMamo-chanā¦ā
Mamoru looked up when he felt Usagi tug lightly at the corner of his sleeve. His eyes softened and he reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers through hers.
āI know youāre worried about me, and youāre right, I should eat healthier. Itās just thatā¦ā Usagi paused, and Mamoru felt her grip on his hand tighten as she hesitated. After a pause, Usagi continued, her voice a whisper, āā¦You said you donāt remember anything from before your accident. I realized that meant you donāt remember any of the time you spent with your parents, be it at birthdays, Christmas, or New Years. So I wanted to make new memories with you, to spend Christmas Eve with you, to sit next to you at a table over a meal, and laugh and talkā¦ā
Here Usagiās voice cracked and she brushed at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. Mamoru reached up and gently cupped Usagiās face with his hand. Wiping a tear away with his thumb, he smiled tenderly at the girl before him and his heart swelled at the love he felt for her kind, loving soul.
āI didnāt mean to upset you, Usako. I justā¦I just donāt want anything bad to happen to you.ā Smiling ruefully, Mamoru said, āIām sorry my worrying rather killed the festive mood. I appreciate all the effort you went to in order to make this day special, because I want to make new memories with you too, Usako.ā
Leaning in, he planted a soft kiss on her lips. After pulling away, Mamoru was glad to see the tears had stopped and a faint smile had reappeared on his loveās face.
Mamoru returned her smile and said, āItās a special day. Shall weāll think of this meal as a treat then?ā
Hearing this Usagi nodded once enthusiastically. āYes! And I promise Iāll try to eat less sweets and snacks in the future. Itāll be my New Yearās resolution!ā
āHaha,ā Mamoru laughed. If he knew Usako and the nature of New Years resolution, this was going to be a doubly tough resolution.
Shrugging internally, Mamoru cleared the nagging thought of healthy eating habits from his mind. Today was Christmas Eve, and though he knew in his heart of hearts this would be the first of many Christmas Eves they would spend as a couple, he wanted to treasure the memory of their first Yuletide, together.
Taking Usagiās hand, he led her to the dinning table and pulled out a chair for her. āLetās tuck in then. It would be a shame if the food you waited two hours in line for gets cold.ā
āLetās! Oh, and Mamo-chan?ā
Mamoru raised an eyebrow when he heard the sappy sweetness in Usagiās voice. He knew that tone of voice, and it could only mean one thing.
āYes, Odango?ā
With a big, puppy-face grin, the blonde beamed, āCan I have the drum sticks?ā
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*In Japan Christians account for only about 1% of the population, so while Christmas is widely celebrated it is not an official holiday and the nature of festivities are very commercialized. A big part of that commercialization is the exceptionally successful advertising campaign launched by KFC in the 1970ās that promoted celebrating Christmas with a bucket of fried chicken. The idea is for people to buy a bucket of fried chicken and share it with family, much like how Americans share a turkey dinner with family during the Christmas holiday season. The name of this advertising campaign is āKurisumasu ni wa Kentakkii!ā, which means āKentucky for Christmas!ā, and is the inspiration for this story.
*The bit about Lipitor is actually anachronistic. This fanfic is set during Sailor Moon R, which aired from 1993 to 1994, but Lipitor first came onto the market in 1996.