Title: Locker Love Chapter 2
Author: Azn Angel
Email: sakura_angel@excite.com
Rated: PG

Hello again! Well, it's here chapter 2. *crickets chirp* Yeah, well, 
I'M excited! *frogs croak* Uhh...

Well, as I said, I would write the next chapter if someone emailed 
me. Yay! Someone did! I hope everyone got my replies! 'Cause I answered 
every single one! *grins proudly* I never expected so much feedback! 
*sniffles* Arigato, minna, for the *blows nose* oh-so-sweet comments! 
They were so nice! *smile* Please keep sending in those emails! You 
guys are so inspirational! 

Now... on with the story! (Dun dun DUUN!)

Disclaimer: Ok, is that it? No, not that one. That? Nooo... Ah! I've
got it! I don't own Sailor Moon. (Still waiting for my Mamo-chan...)
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"Need some help?" asked an unfamiliar, smooth male tone. I whirled 
around to find myself staring into deep blue eyes, framed with ebony 
strands of hair.

"No." I said, refusing his help. "But thank you anyway."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Because from what I've seen, you 
do."

"What, were you watching me?" I asked the stranger.

"Well, you could say that." He gave me a smile. "But take it as a 
compliment."

"I don't think I should." I said. 

He chuckled. "Well, well, looks like someone doesn't take comments
very easily."

"Uh huh." I said in a bored tone. I turned back to the battle with 
the locker dial. 30, 2, 24. I sighed inwardly. What was wrong? I was
NOT going to be late to class after waking up at 6:30 AM for nothing!
I saw a shadow behind me, and looked up. He was still there!

"What?" I asked him. "What do you want?"

He reached over and turned the dial. 30, 2, 24. Oh, great, now, some 
guy knows my locker combo! He opened it. My mouth dropped open.

He looked at me in a smug way. "You're supposed to lift the switch 
thing upward, not pull it."

"Oh." I mumbled, feeling stupid. I got my bunny binder out of my 
breifcase. (AN: I heard someone call those things a satchel. *shrugs*
Don't ask me.) As I shut the door, I noticed he was still there. "NOW 
what?"

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yeah." I replied, a little confused at why he was there. "So, what's 
it to you?"

"I'm Chiba Mamoru." (AN: Those of you that emailed me, yeah, you're
right, you win, it was Mamoru. Isn't it obvious, though?)

"That's nice." I said, checking my watch. "Listen, I don't want to be 
late on the first day of school, so I'm just-"

"Who are you?" he interrupted me. 

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know?"

He moved over to locker 341, and started to turn the dial. "I thought 
it would be nice to get to know the person who has the locker next to 
me." He opened the locker.

Great. Not only does this guy know my locker combo, he has the locker 
next to me. This is not the way to start the first day of school.

"Fine. I'm Tsukino Usagi." 'I need to get to class, baka!' I thought.

"Tsukino Usagi." he repeated. "Pretty unusual name. Rabbit of the 
moon."

"Yeah?" I asked, a little offended. "Well, what about you? Protector 
of Earth?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"What's wrong with Tsukino Usagi?" I crossed my arms. 

"Whatever. You're gonna make me late for class."

"What?!" I asked. "Huh! Yeah, right, like I'd waste my time talking to
some jerk like you." At that moment, Makoto and Ami approached us.

"Usagi?" Ami asked. "Come on, we'll be late."

"Hey, Mamoru-san!" Makoto said. "How's soccer been going?"

"Ok." He answered. "You?"

"Ah, I quit. Just playing when I get the chance." She shrugged. "I... 
never have much time anymore." Ami and I exchanged looks. We both knew 
she meant senshi business. Minako had to quit volleyball, too. Luna 
and Artemis felt guilty for getting in the way of their activities, but 
they waved it off, saying the senshi was much more important. But 
everyone knew they were sad on giving up their sports.

"Oh, too bad, you had a really great kick." Mamoru said.

Makoto shrugged. "Yeah, it was ok." She turned to me. "C'mon, 
Usagi-chan, I think Ami-chan's gonna be a wreck if she's late."

"Hey!" Ami protested. "Mako-chan! I just don't want to be late." She 
turned to what's-his-name. "Konnichiwa, Mamoru-san. Long time no see,
ne?"

"Hai." he agreed. "How are your studies?"

"Fine, fine, and yours?"

He grinned and looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Perfect scores 
then, perfect scores now, perfect scores later. (AN: I got that from the 
candy Now and Later. Ya get it? Ya get it?... *sighs, and mumbles, "I
should stop doing this..."*)

"Well, well, aren't we Mr. Confident?" I said mockingly. "Come on, minna,
we should get to class."

"Hai, let's go." Ami said, rushing us off. Typical Ami. Eager to start 
class. Blech.

"Ja ne, Mamoru-san!" Makoto and Ami called over their shoulders.

"Ja, Makoto, Ami, and Odango Atama."

I skidded to a halt. I turned around s-l-o-w-l-y. I faced him and
narrowed my eyes. Did he call me what I think he called me? "Did you
call me what I think you called me?"

"What, Odango Atama?" He smirked.

I saw red. "Don't you ever, EVER, call me that again."

He smirked again. I'm really starting to hate that look. "Who's 
gonna stop me?"

"I mean it, baka. DON'T call me that." I glared at him fiercely.

He looked straight at me. I stared back, raising my head so I could 
match his gaze. "I'll call you whatever I want, SHORTIE."

OK. THAT was the last straw. (AN: Really? But I see a couple of 
McDonald's straws laying right over there... What? Don't look at me 
like that! I said I'd stop on the last chapter! This is chapter 2, 
a whole new chapter! *bursts out singing, "A Whole New World" from 
Aladin* ... Ok, I'll stop the songs! ) He made me feel stupid about 
not being able to open a locker, (Hey! I'm NEW!) makes fun of my hair,
AND calls me shortie! Now, I know I'm shorter than most people my age,
but he does NOT have to point out the obvious to humiliate me! I 
opened my mouth, ready to fire some remarks back at him, when Ami 
stepped in-between us.

"You two, this is not the time to criticize eachother. PLEASE 
refrain yourselves. Usagi-chan, COME ON. We're going to be late!" 
she said. (AN: That was a long time before the bell rings, huh? 
I'm still trying to figure it out also. *sweatdrop*)

I counted to ten in my head. "Ok, Ami-chan, let's get to class." 

Now, you may be wondering why I was so angry about that Odango 
remark. Sure, it was insulting (AN: Bad Mamo-chan, BAD! *shakes
finger at Mamo-chan* But, we love you anyway, right, minna? ^_^)
Well, I've been having this dream ever since I found out I was a 
sailor senshi...

*Dream*
Well, in the dream, I'm walking around a garden of some sort,
wearing a long white dress. There's another person walking with
me, a man, I think. He started to talk to me.

"So, Princess, how are you enjoying your studies?"

I roll my eyes. "You know how much I despise my studies. They're
so boring. I only like Astronomy and Fencing."

"Fencing?" he asked, quite surprised. "Not a very princess-like
class to take."

"In case you forgot, I'm not very princess-like to begin with." 

He chuckled. "Well, I think you're the perfect princess." he 
murmured, coming closer to me to touch my cheek softly.

I paused a little, then pulled away from his touch, blushing 
bright red. "Heh, um..." I stammered, my heart pumping. I 
cleared my throat and gave a little laugh. "Yeah, right. Like 
I could be a worthy princess."

He was just about to say something back when we hear an explosion.
We both turn around to see a beautiful, gigantic palace blown up.
I spot two figures in the air, above the destructed area, one of 
them trapped in a sickly reddish bubble. As I squinted my eyes,I 
recognized who they were. It was Beryl, Queen of the Dark Kingdom.
I nearly screamed as I saw who the person in the bubble was.

"MOTHER!"

*End dream*

I would always wake up at that moment. But I did remember the figure 
of my mother there. She had hair just like mine. Somehow I felt that
if I stopped wearing those two buns with hair flowing from them, I'd
lose the last thing that my mother and I shared.

No, it wasn't Ikuko-mama. Her hair was blue and she wore it down. The 
person I called mother in the dream had silver hair and buns like mine.
I don't know why, but maybe I was adopted. That's what I first thought.
But, iie, that idea couldn't be true, for I've seen tapes that my father
recorded of me being born. Then I thought maybe it was another lifetime.
But I quickly shot that one down. Another lifetime? Yeah, right, and 
I'm a queen. (AN: You don't know how right you are, Usagi!) So, basically,
I still have no idea what the dream means.

"Usagi?"

"Huh?!" I snapped out of my thought, realizing Ami was waving a hand 
in my face. "Oh, gomen, Ami-chan, what'd you say?"

"I said, are you prepared for school?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Ami-chan, especially since I went school supplies
shopping with a genius!" Ami blushed. I changed the subject "So how 
did you guys get to know the baka?"

"The baka?" Makoto asked. "You mean Mamoru?" I nodded, annoyance 
showing on my face. "School soccer team."

"I know him from most of my classes. He and I have similar scores most
of the time." Ami answered.

"Why do you want to know?" Makoto asked in a teasing voice, elbowing me
gently in the side. "Ya like him?"

"No way!" I almost yelled, disgusted at the thought. "Where'd ya think 
of THAT?!"

"Hey, I may not be the Senshi of Love, but I can recognize blind love 
when I see it!" (AN: Yeah! You go girl! *high-fives Mako-chan*)

I rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Whatever." We stopped in front 
of a door with a sign that said, "Mr. Yamasamu". We walked in, and sat 
down where our names were.

'How babyish.' I thought. 'Nametags on our desks? Aren't we old enough 
to choose our own seats?' 

Luckily, Ami sat in front of me and Makoto sat diagonally from Ami in 
front of her, so we all were pretty close to eachother. 

As I talked with Ami and Makoto, the bell rang (AN: Finally! The bell's
part comes in!) and everyone quieted down. A tall man with a blue suit
went to the front of the class.

"Hello, everyone, I'm Mr. Yamasamu, but everyone of you will call me 
Yamasamu-sensei. I have some papers here for you to fill out." I
groaned quietly. "They're just papers for your classmates to get to 
know you better. Please pass them down the row to the person behind 
you."

Ami passed me a stack, and I looked over it quickly. 'What's your 
favorite thing to do?' 'Who is your favorite singer?' 'What's your 
favorite school subject?' Hey, this ought to be easy. Even the last
one! My favorite school subject is lunch. *nods* What? It's in school, 
isn't it? So technically, it's a school subject.

I turned around in my seat to pass it to the person behind me. I 
looked up, and saw a raised eyebrow, mocking blue eyes, and a 
smirking mouth. 

"Hey, Usagi. I guess I not only have the pleasure of getting a locker 
next to you, but seeing you in my first class everyday right in front 
of me."

I was staring at Chiba Mamoru.
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BWAHAHAHA! Yet another cliffhanger! Well, maybe not exactly a cliffhanger,
but hey, it's the best I could do.

Email me what you think! Same goes as last time! I will only continue 
if someone emails me! And I'll write back! Please? My inbox gets lonely.

~*~Azn Angel~*~

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