Of Worlds to Fall
Chapter Seven - Facade
by Apollymi

Main Series: Sailormoon, Dragonball Z, Gundam Wing
Genre: Crossover, Romance, Supernatural
Word Count: 962
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the idea. All series and characters are copyright to their individual creators and distributors, of which I am not one. I make no money from this fan-created work.

The clothes she had been given by Tenchi-san were, as predicted, not the best of fits. The t-shirt was baggy, nearly swallowing her whole and hanging about halfway down her thighs; a sports team whose name she didn't recognize was emblazoned across the front.

Likewise, the blue jeans were miles too big. She had had to turn the hems up at the ankles, so that they actually stopped at her ankles and she wasn't walking on them. Tenchi-san had thoughtfully included a belt, so she used it to cinch the pants at her waist, after tucking in as much of the shirt as she possibly could. Her locket, that she shoved into one of the deep front pocket of the jeans. Even if she couldn't transform, she didn't want the Ginzuishou in it falling into the wrong hands.

She still felt like she was playing dress up in her mother's clothes, if her mother ever would dare be caught dead in something like this.

One thing Tenchi-san had not included was shoes. She still had her uniform shoes, and she could make them last as long as she had to.

I probably look like a fashion victim, she thought to herself with some amusement. Weird... It doesn't bother me nearly as much as I thought it would. Spend enough time in a mini-skirt, maybe, and nothing else seems quite as bad?

Still... She almost wanted to go back to Tenchi-san and see if maybe he had any shoes or if the woman who could sew had any to spare. Speaking of the woman who could sew...

Satisfied that she was as decent as she was going to get, she stepped out into the common area. True to Tenchi-san's predictions, there was food there now and bottles of water. It looked like it was all junk food and convenience store bentos. Depending on how much Trunks-kun eats, she thought to herself with some small amusement, what's here should be just enough for one day, assuming Trunks-kun doesn't eat that much more than me.

She hoped he didn't. She had no idea how they would go about lodging a complaint for more food to be delivered. She wasn't too thrilled as it was with food just appearing in the middle of their living space. It meant a lot of things that she really didn't want to think too much about right now, not in the least of which being that these Reaper creatures knew exactly where they lived and where they were at all times, presumably.

Tenchi-san's warnings echoed through her mind again, but this time at least she held back the shiver that threatened to come. It had been a lot harder last night, and sleep had been difficult to come by, to say the least. Finally she had settled for listening to the sound of Trunks-kun's breathing through the half wall that separated their two rooms, allowing that to let her drift off.

At least nothing here had to be heated up or kept cool. The bentos all looked like they should be okay to keep until lunch, but she certainly wouldn't push them as far as dinner nor would she try to make them last until tomorrow either. The bottled water would get warm, but it wouldn't go bad.

All in all, if this kept up every day, then they should be in good shape for a while. At least their captors definitely wanted to keep them alive.

She faintly heard Trunks-kun moving around a few second before he commented, "Good morning, Usagi-san."

She offered him a bright smile. "Good morning, Trunks-kun." She gestured expansively to the food that had appeared over night. "It looks like we're getting delivery after all."

He was still walking with a bit of a limp today, she noted as he crossed the room to sit on the floor beside her, but it wasn't nearly as bad as yesterday. Maybe Tenchi-san had been correct after all about them healing more quickly as well. After a moment, she said as much.

Trunks-kun shrugged. "It's feeling a lot better, I guess. It's probably not one hundred percent yet, but it's definitely an improvement." He paused for a long moment, obviously giving some strong internal debate to what he was about to say before he decided to say it aloud. "I'm not sure it ended up set quite right. It doesn't feel like it's healing as cleanly as it should."

It was another show of trust, she realized. "On the TV, they always talk about breaking it again to set it correctly..." She trailed off, not sure if she wanted to think too much about what she was saying.

Trunks-kun shook his head. "It would be very hard to. I'm... Well, I guess saying I'm half-alien isn't too odd after all of this, right?"

She shook her head and offered a reassuring smile. "Not too strange at all. I was once told I'm the reincarnation of a race of beings that lived on the moon, so no, half-alien is definitely not too weird."

Trunks-kun grinned in return. "My father was from an alien race of warriors called the Saiyajin. There's a lot to it, but the gist is that we're hard to hurt. It would take a lot to break the leg again, and I'm not sure we want to try it, not here at least. Maybe when all of this is over, but in the meantime, it's not too bad."

She nodded slowly. "All right, Trunks-kun." With a deliberate grin, she turned her attention back to the spread before them. "So we have a few options here. It looks like the options are mostly either cheap bentos or vending machine stuff, but hey, it's better than nothing, right?"

30 August 2012

I broke 50k last night! Yay! You can't see it, but I'm doing a little happy dance. I think I've mentioned that this story is my August Camp NaNoWriMo story, as well as my submission for LJ's fanfic50 challenge, so this bit of progress is wonderful.

The story may have reached its minimum length, but it's far from over. I finished "variety" and "anticipation" last night. That leaves the following prompts still: descent, hell, mystical, desolate, transmit, bounce, and a writer's choice. If for some reason the story doesn't tie up neatly by the writer's choice, which is likely to be "recovery", I have five more prompts picked out to write from.

I will be working on this the rest of August and as much of September as it takes to tie up the entire story. I will not let this one drop out on you guys.

See you in two days in the next chapter!

[ Wasteland | Machine | Jaded | Honest | Encounter | Sensible | Facade | Secret | Holiday | Invisible | Message | Mundane | Miscommunication | Scars | Mutual | Unreciprocated | Sarcasm | Insanity | Embrace | Solitude | Power | Enigma | Exchange | Hidden | Technology | Twilight | Obsess | Data | Melancholy | Scramble | Worn | Collapse | Text | Breakdown | Depressing | Lure | Astrology | Cursed | Poison | Abyss | Variety | Anticipation | Descent | Hell | Mystical | Transmit | Desolate | Bounce | Garden | Recovery ]