#1 chocolate
Hi!
... Can you believe it? I finally decided to write in English!
Since I love drabbles I decided to participate in the UsaMamo: A love like no other 100 themed drabbles challenge - and here's my first. It's probably not grammatically perfect, because I'm German (even though I was an exchange student in America and have AP English clases), but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways.
So, this drabble is kinda long, but I loved the idea and got carried away... I got the Idea itself from a friend who actually has to stick to this energy diet.
Also, I'm still looking for a beta reader for these drabbles! I wrote a post at ariasink(dot)com, but noone wanted to help me... maybe they think I'll be too much trouble as a non-native-speaker ;,,,,(
So, have fun!
vanilla prinzess
Disclaimer: Do not own Sailor Moon
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#1 Chocolate
Drug withdrawal
The clock in the arcade chimed three when the ill-mooded girl stomped through the automatic doors. Immediately everyone took cover. Motoki hid behind his counter, the customers huddled into their booths and the little boy who occupied the seat in front of the Sailor V game abandoned his game and ran to his now nervous mother. Seconds after he vacated the place the girl plopped down just there, pushed the reset-button and then took all her anger out at the poor monsters which dared to attack her favourite heroine.
The only person who hadn't looked frantically for a hiding place at her entrance used this moment to take a closer look from his seat at the counter. Oh yes, she really was a scary sight. Her long golden hair looked as if she had been struck by lightning, her blue eyes possessed a crazy and, at the same time, very aggressive look and every single one of her muscles was tense. No wonder everyone was frightened of her. She looked ready to pound you into the ground if you looked at her the wrong way. - She seemed to be looking for trouble.
With a slight chuckle Mamoru rose from his stool. Well, he would make her day.
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Usagi guided Sailor V through one level after the other without really noticing it. She couldn't concentrate. She was angry, so very angry. And frustrated. Damn that new diet the doctor prescribed her. Damn her mother for telling all her friends about it. And damn her friends for telling what seemed to be each and every shopkeeper in Tokyo.
Energy diet. For healthy skin. For healthy skin without neurodermatitis. A diet which only allowed ugly fruit – like prunes – and vegetables – like carrots – and rice. A diet which banned all the good, fatty stuff – like hamburgers – and sweets – like gummibears – and, worst of all, CHOCOLATE!
How was she going to live without chocolate? Her dry, itchy red skin had disappeared, that was true, but she still wasn't allowed to eat her life-saving chocolate again. Because the neurodermatitis could come back. Pah! Who said it was neurodermatitis and was not caused by that yucky goo the last youma she'd fought had shot at her? She just couldn't live without chocolate, she couldn't!
She would turn mad! She would hurt others! And herself! People were already scared of her, and it was only her fifth day on the diet. Miss Haruna didn't give her detention because she didn't want to be alone in a room with her! Motoki didn't talk to her. Even the jerk didn't dare to argue with her. It was awful! Ami had commented that she pretty much acted like a drug addict on withdrawal, and that was probably true.
Chocolate was her drug of choice, after all. Did her friends really think she could be happy all the time and not do drugs? With all the criticism, the youma fights, the being screamed at, the running late and the doing bad in school? She would have a major depression by now if it wasn't for her mood lightener. Or behind bars. She needed her daily dose of serotonin!
At least chocolate was the softest drug she could have chosen. Not as addicting as heroine - during summer holiday, when there was no school and rarely a youma to fight, she did fine without chocolate. It didn't play tricks on her mind after longer (or shorter) usage – her great uncle Akino, a alcoholic, saw pink mice and dotted elephants everyday in the hospital. It really didn't have any negative affect on her body – of course you could gain a few pounds, but being Sailor Moon prevented her from that. She actually lost five pound since she started the diet.
So, she couldn't do much longer without her beloved chocolate. Soon, very soon, she would take hostages and ransom them for chocolate.
Sailor V finished off another monster as the slightest scent of chocolate reached Usagis nose. Her head shot up and her eyes directly focused on the source of the smell. It was a box. A medium sized, simple white giftbox. Sitting innocently on top of her Sailor V game machine.
And emitting the scent of chocolate.
With shaking hands Usagi reached out and grabbed the precious box. The Sailor V game was forgotten. Thousands of questions were running through her head. What was inside the box? Why did it smell like chocolate? Was there chocolate inside of ot? Could she eat it? Or was it a bad joke? And who gave it to her?
The smell had already lightened her mood and so the very first, very small smile in five days graced her lips as she slowly opened the lid. Inside the box was...
... no chocolate. At least not a bar, or pralines. It wasn't edible at all. It was something that wouldn't make her mother lecture her for risking her skin's health. It was something she hadn't even thought of using. But it was something that would get rid of her withdrawal phenomena.
It was chocolate-scented body lotion and candles.
And next to this wonderful presents lay a little note and waited to be read. Usagi took a deep, chocolate filled breath before opening it.
Dear Usagi,
a little bird told me that all your
chocolate-sources have been drained.
As a fellow chocolate addict I can
only imagine the agony you're
experiencing and I'm feeling with you.
In order to see you smile again, I
decided to help you bridge your
supply shortage in a way that will not
get you in trouble with the responsible
authorities.
Enjoy a chocolate-filled afternoon!
Another chocoholic.
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Mamoru grinned as he felt the gust of wind behind him and heard the automatic doors. Then he took another sip of his hot chocolate with chocolate whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles he treated himself to once a week.
Yes, he definitely made her day.
