Hi it's me, Xaph, I don't own Sailor Moon. I have a feeling I will never own Sailor Moon. And that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. So here's my little ditty for ya'll to read! Enjoy!
The Voice of an Angel
Usagi pranced into her house, her blue eyes dancing like stars. At age seventeen, Tsukino Usagi was a very unique beauty. She had the perfect creamy skin tone accented by soft features and skin. Her full, delicate, pink lips were usually in a smile or pout, either of the expressions lighting up the room. She had long golden tresses of hair that were pulled into two buns atop her head, each with a pigtail streaming down. She wasn't awfully tall or willowy, in fact she barely came above five feet; but it had never bothered her, so she thought nothing of it. She had a size six waist, and was proud of it, and damned by anyone whom said otherwise.
"Usagi," her mother said from the living room. Tsukino Ikuko was an elegant lady with deep violet eyes and long locks of ebony hair. She had high cheekbones and very rich lips; it was a face that made her seem very commanding, but not domineering. A look she prided herself on. She was tall and held a good five inches over her daughter, using that to her advantage when she was reprimanding her.
"Coming, Mother!" Usagi slipped off her shoes and softly padded into the living room where he parents waited for her arrival. They sat around the coffee table with tea, and Usagi could tell that they had been talking about something, she also could tell that the something was she.
"Usagi, sit down," her father motioned to the chair across from Ikuko. Usagi looked at Kenji worriedly, she knew something was going to happen and she was pretty sure it wasn't good. She sat down, trying to stay calm.
"What is it?" Usagi asked.
"Usagi," Her mother began, "It has come to our attention that your grades are… low. Very low. And your father and I are worried about your future, we think you are spending too much time away from home and away from your studies."
Uh-oh… Usagi knew where this speech was headed too. She knew her mother was right and tired to hide in broad daylight. She almost never did her homework and never ever studied, and her parents knew that also. So it was pointless to try and deny it.
"We have decided on a few rules for you," Her father's deep voice continued, after Ikuko, "You will come home immediately after school and do your homework and study. Also, to make sure you aren't wasting any fee time and to help you broaden your horizons, your mother and I have enrolled you in private vocal lessons."
Usagi sat there in shock. WHAT!? She wasn't allowed to go with her friends! And now they made her take these stupid lessons! It wasn't fair. "Buh-" She began to protest. She didn't get very far.
"No, Usagi," her mother broke her off, "Do not object to this one. This is our decision, and there is no changing it. You lessons begin tomorrow, your instructor will be here at six o'clock and the lesson lasts an hour every night, Monday through Friday. You will obey him and do whatever he tells you to do. After your lessons on Friday night you are free to do whatever you want to do, as well as on Saturday, but on Sunday you will be working your butt off on your weekend schoolwork. Now, do I make myself clear?" Ikuko asked. Usagi nodded solemnly. It wasn't fair! How could her parents take away from her social life like that!
"Now, Usagi. You will go an do your homework now, and I will see you tomorrow morning," Kenji said. Ikuko nodded.
"Yes, Mother. Yes, Father," Usagi carried her heavy book-bag up to her room and flopped down on her bed to cry a little before opening her math book. It wasn't fair! They had to get her music lessons! They couldn't have gotten her a tutor to do her homework for her! They just had to get music lessons. She had no social life from there on out… it was going to be a very bumpy and winding road.
The night stumbled on, as did the day and Usagi eventually found her self at lunch with her friends, gathered under a tree. She told them about the night before and the vocal lessons.
"So now what!" Usagi cried out, upset.
"Don't be so upset, Usagi! You never know it could be a totally hot guy!" Makoto offered her green eyes sparkling in hopefulness.
Usagi sighed, "Or some old hag of a woman… or some ornery old man! What are the chances of it being a guy and cute?"
"It'll look good on a college application!" Ami offered. Usagi rolled her eyes.
"Only you, Ami, would think about something like that!"
"We have to get Usagi's freedom back!" Minako called out, "We need her! She's Usagi! What will boy ogling be like without her?"
"Against Usagi's mother?" Makoto cringed, "Even I'm not that crazy…"
"Yeah, I agree with Makoto on this one," Usagi replied. Even Ami sided with them. Minako groaned.
"I guess your right… heaven knows what she'd do to us…"
Usagi sighed, "I guess I'll just have to wait and see what is going on…"