Choice #2

Pick a character from any anime and write a fic where he/she falls in
love with someone outside of their universe.  It does not have to be a
lemon story.  The hour condition applies to this as well.


My own entry should be posted sometime later tonight.  I await the
entries.  :)

Sincerely,

Megane 6.7

        Luck

        Sailor Moon dodged as the youma slammed three tentacles into the
pavement where she'd sat a moment before. She wasn't wailing in fear
anymore- thank goodness for that- but she still couldn't see how she was
meant to fight evil. The monster scared her to where she couldn't think, and
without Luna to tell her what to do, all she could do was run and dodge and
try not to cry.
        "Ah... excuse me," a young male voice asked from behind the youma,
"but it isn't a good thing to be attacking young girls, especially not
pretty young girls like that." The owner of the voice, a boy just out of his
teens, wore a ratty old white overcoat over a tank-top and worn corderoy
slacks, and his sleepy eyes looked out through uncut hair at the monster and
superhero with casual concern. "You really ought to be kinder to others, or
else you might get into trouble."
        The monster roared, sending its tentacles to strike the intruder.
The boy ducked beneath the strike, allowing the spike-tipped members to pass
over his back and into the electric junction box he'd been standing in front
of. Sparks flew from the the box and the youma, and when the creature
finally got its tentacles out of the live wires, smoke rose from its
formerly slimy skin.
        "Oh, that must have hurt," the boy asked with genuine concern. "Are
you all right?" 
        The youma focused its most potent glare at the youth. With a bellow,
it swung its tentacles, transmuted into razor-sharp blades, towards him. At
just this moment, however, the boy slipped on a damp spot on the concrete,
and the tentacles sliced through the air over him and into a nearby
telephone pole. The pole shuddered, creaked, and slowly toppled, landing
directly atop the youma.
        The youma quivered once, grew still, and vanished in a flash of
brimstone.
        Sailor Moon walked slowly over to the young man, who stared
regretfully at the fallen telephone pole. "It's a shame that had to happen
to him," he said. "I feel sorry for him."
        "Um, excuse me, sir," Sailor Moon asked, "may I have your name?"
        The boy looked up and smiled. "Justy Ueki Taylor, 20 years old!" he
smiled. "Maybe we could go on a date sometime!" As Sailor Moon watched, he
waved and smiled, walking past her down the alleyway. "Later!" he called
back cheerfully.
        Sailor Moon couldn't move. Her feet seemed rooted in place as her
heart swelled with feelings she didn't understand. The world grew pink and
sparkly around her, and at the center of it all was that serene, quietly
confident face.
        "Tailor-sama..."

        Writing time: 21 minutes.

        Redneck

 
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