sm_monthly May 17 theme
I really don't like how this one turned out. Too rushed, just to get started.
Title: Swap
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Crack--Deep
Genre: Drama
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
“I’m not a little kid. Stop treating me like one!”
“Say that when you’re more than a meter tall, brat!”
Sailor Chibi Moon put a hand on her hip. “I wish I were grownup. Then I could get everything done!”
“Well, I wish I were still your age and could have the real adults do everything for me!” shot back Sailor Moon.
Sailor Moon and Sailor Chibi Moon stuck their tongues out at each other, then turned their heads in opposite directions.
“Come on, Usagi, let’s go!” called Makoto.
“Coming!” they yelled back and detransformed, still not looking at each other.
Both girls stared down at themselves as their costumes dissolved, then jerked their gazes at each other, completely forgetting their mental vows to never speak to the other again.
“You’re--”
“You’re--”
“Hah! I’m going on a date with Mamoru now!”
“Don’t you dare!” Usagi yelled after the seventeen-year-old Chibiusa, waving her six-year-old fist.
* * *
“I’ll show her!” Usagi vowed, though somehow showing her involved consuming two huge clouds of cotton candy larger than her head and riding all the kiddy rides at the amusement park.
“Yeah, I can ride the Kiddie Koster again. I used to love that when I was a kid.” Usagi ran over to the line and sat down in the little cart. The roller coaster rolled up to vast heights to go plummeting down at extreme speeds. This is… so lame. The roller coaster was only about three meters tall at the initial peak. Why did I think this was so fun? Mamoru’s motorcycle can go faster than this.
She collected herself from the ride, but jumping down the steps made her realize the mounds of candy she had already eaten were not sitting well in her stomach. Turning to find somewhere to sit down, she found herself facing a cop.
“Hello, little miss. Where are your parents? Are you lost?”
Oh no! He’s going to go look for my parents and what if he found them?!
“They’re right over there!” Usagi jumped away into the crowd and ran, barely avoiding being crushed by feet or throwing up on them.
* * *
“Let’s go ride the big roller coaster, Mamoru-chan.”
“I’m not Mamoru,” the man tried to remind the drunk.
“You’re not? Oh, Mamoru hates me!” She burst into hysterical tears.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m here.”
“You’re not Mamoru!” She broke her arm away from his grasp and ran toward the man on a unicorn that faded from her intoxicated mind as she approached the illusion.
Chibiusa cried as she ran, but wiped away the tears and felt increasingly cold sober as she found herself in an almost-deserted playground under the full moon. Or maybe just cold. She shivered and wished she had accepted someone’s jacket over the course of the night.
“I guess being older doesn’t make me more mature unless I act that way.”
“That’s, like, so deep.”
“Shut up, stupid Usagi. I’m still more mature than you.”
“So maybe being little involves a lot of being stepped on and a lot of people thinking you’re incapable of anything unless your parent does it for you.”
“I’m still gonna win Mamoru.”
“Oh no you won’t, brat!”
“Who’s the brat now?”
Usagi and Chibiusa both thrust out their Silver Crystals at each other, knowing what would happen if they transformed together.
“Moon Crystal Power! Makeup!”
“Moon Prism Power! Makeup!”
Title: Swap
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Crack--Deep
Genre: Drama
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
“I’m not a little kid. Stop treating me like one!”
“Say that when you’re more than a meter tall, brat!”
Sailor Chibi Moon put a hand on her hip. “I wish I were grownup. Then I could get everything done!”
“Well, I wish I were still your age and could have the real adults do everything for me!” shot back Sailor Moon.
Sailor Moon and Sailor Chibi Moon stuck their tongues out at each other, then turned their heads in opposite directions.
“Come on, Usagi, let’s go!” called Makoto.
“Coming!” they yelled back and detransformed, still not looking at each other.
Both girls stared down at themselves as their costumes dissolved, then jerked their gazes at each other, completely forgetting their mental vows to never speak to the other again.
“You’re--”
“You’re--”
“Hah! I’m going on a date with Mamoru now!”
“Don’t you dare!” Usagi yelled after the seventeen-year-old Chibiusa, waving her six-year-old fist.
* * *
“I’ll show her!” Usagi vowed, though somehow showing her involved consuming two huge clouds of cotton candy larger than her head and riding all the kiddy rides at the amusement park.
“Yeah, I can ride the Kiddie Koster again. I used to love that when I was a kid.” Usagi ran over to the line and sat down in the little cart. The roller coaster rolled up to vast heights to go plummeting down at extreme speeds. This is… so lame. The roller coaster was only about three meters tall at the initial peak. Why did I think this was so fun? Mamoru’s motorcycle can go faster than this.
She collected herself from the ride, but jumping down the steps made her realize the mounds of candy she had already eaten were not sitting well in her stomach. Turning to find somewhere to sit down, she found herself facing a cop.
“Hello, little miss. Where are your parents? Are you lost?”
Oh no! He’s going to go look for my parents and what if he found them?!
“They’re right over there!” Usagi jumped away into the crowd and ran, barely avoiding being crushed by feet or throwing up on them.
* * *
“Let’s go ride the big roller coaster, Mamoru-chan.”
“I’m not Mamoru,” the man tried to remind the drunk.
“You’re not? Oh, Mamoru hates me!” She burst into hysterical tears.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m here.”
“You’re not Mamoru!” She broke her arm away from his grasp and ran toward the man on a unicorn that faded from her intoxicated mind as she approached the illusion.
Chibiusa cried as she ran, but wiped away the tears and felt increasingly cold sober as she found herself in an almost-deserted playground under the full moon. Or maybe just cold. She shivered and wished she had accepted someone’s jacket over the course of the night.
“I guess being older doesn’t make me more mature unless I act that way.”
“That’s, like, so deep.”
“Shut up, stupid Usagi. I’m still more mature than you.”
“So maybe being little involves a lot of being stepped on and a lot of people thinking you’re incapable of anything unless your parent does it for you.”
“I’m still gonna win Mamoru.”
“Oh no you won’t, brat!”
“Who’s the brat now?”
Usagi and Chibiusa both thrust out their Silver Crystals at each other, knowing what would happen if they transformed together.
“Moon Crystal Power! Makeup!”
“Moon Prism Power! Makeup!”