Title: The BIG Wish-Prologue Rating: PG-13 due to mild language and sexual reference By: Lilac Summers Hi again! It's me, Lilac Summers, and this is my second excursion into fanfic world. It is not a continuation of "Final Truths," but instead makes a little foray into post-anime season, probably a bit after Sailor Stars ends. It is told in Usagi's point of view. This is different from my other story in that the genre could be mostly described as sexy humor. This is NOT a lemon or hentai by any stretch of the imagination, but it makes no qualms about Usagi and Mamoru's sexual relationship or, in this fanfic, *lack* thereof. I don't think this has been done before and, if it has, then I guess I'm not as original as I thought :( . In short, though, Usagi is out to seduce Mamoru, with a little help from the Silver Crystal. Will she succeed? Will Mamoru give in? Will Chibi-usa be born a little earlier than expected? Will Wal-Mart *ever* stock Sailor Moon stuff? Will I ever shut up? Tune in to find the answers to some of these mind-boggling questions! Okay, give credit where credit is due, I say. I thought of this after re-watching the movie _Big_. You know, the one with Tom Hanks? That's all I'm going to say. OH! And before I forget, I don't quite know the legalities in Japan for statutory rape or any of that. For that reason (and the fact that it fits my story) I am sticking to the U.S.' which claims 18 is the legal age for, well, you know. I hope this doesn't scare you away from reading . . . Disclaimer: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me, but to Naoko Takeuchi. Tuxedo Mask, however, should belong to me, as he has left Naoko for me. He, in fact, is here right now. He says "Hi." * * * * * * * * * * * * * @>---;----'---- * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The BIG Wish by Lilac Summers Prologue I have wished for many things in my life and, let me tell you, even with a super-powerful crystal in my possession, very few of those ever come true. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking: I wished for all of us to be reborn and we were. Well, those are small potatoes indeed! How many times have I stared at the crystal and chanted over and over, "let me get an A on a test, let me get and A on a test, let me get an A on . . ." You get the drift. How many times has that happened? NONE! Zip, zero, zilch, nada. I also wished once for a ten-foot-long ice cream cone, and I never got that, either. Ditto for the blanket sized waffle, or the car sized cake. Sure, so once I wished to be a super-hero like Sailor V, or (every girl's dream) to be princess. Well, those turned out to be true, but they have been more of a chore than anything else! And, anyway, the Crystal didn't have a hand in any of that. That was all just destiny and my own good (or bad, depending on my mood) luck. But what I am trying to say is that I was justified in thinking that never, in a million years, would this particular wish come true. So, therefore, it is not at all my fault that I wished for what I did without thinking of the consequences. Hey, I still don't have a clue how the Silver Crystal works most of the time! It was a bad day! The Crystal is a fickle, fickle thing. I swear to you and posterity that, when I uttered the words, I didn't think the Crystal was paying attention. It never crossed my mind that it would hear me say and much less grant me my wish: "I want to be BIG." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have an absolutely brilliant explanation for this. I do, I swear. Just hear me out: Imagine that you are a 16 (going on 17) year-old girl who has been, for over a millenia, deeply, MADLY in love. Imagine, if you will, that your boyfriend is just as madly, DEEPLY in love with you as you are with him. Now, imagine that there is one eensy, teensy bit of a problem . . . He is 20 (going on 21). I suppose I could break out into a heart-warming rendition of _The Sound of Music_. "I am 16 going on 17, I know what I should do! You are 20 going on 21, I-I'll depe- end on you!" Well, you see, THAT was just the problem. I *couldn't* depend on him for one thing . . and I think you are starting to guess what that thing was. But in case you have yet to understand my dilemma, I guess I have to start from the beginning and give you an example. Oh, shoot, now I'm blushing. This is just more embarrassing to admit than I thought. *Sigh*! Okay, here I go: It was a beautiful Summer day. It was a beautiful *HOT* Summer day! Mamoru and I had spent a lovely afternoon shopping. We were like any other couple in love, arm in arm, laughing at each other's jokes, longing glances . . . the whole bit. The girls, i.e. the Senshi, had long ago claimed that another love-filled glance would make them retch and had gone their separate way (not before they shot me an array of sly winks and victory signs, of course.) We stopped at the park and we kissed, a kiss full of love and tenderness. We sat on a bench and kissed, another kiss full of love and tenderness. We went back to his apartment and kissed . . . with love and tenderness, of course. We sat on his couch and kissed . . . with a little more love and a tad less tenderness. Are you seeing a pattern here? I sincerely hope so because I don't think I can go on. The point of the matter is, after a while we were doing a *bit* more than kissing, all right? Not enough to actually have my father shoot Mamoru, but enough for him to have chased him with a baseball bat if he had seen us. Okay, maybe he *would* have shot him, but it wouldn't have been fatal. Of course, I was happy as a clam. Heck, I was a lot more than happy! This, um, randevouz was not an uncommon occurrence. However, the problem was that my Mamo-chan would usually end these little encounters before they got *too* out of hand. Well, this time it didn't seem as if he had any plans to call a sudden halt. Maybe it was the heat that got to him, or maybe the *really* short skirt I had worn to . . . to, uh, combat the heat, of course. *Blush* Anyway, *I* had no intention of stopping him. What was running through my mind was "FINALLY!!!" I don't think *anything* was running through his mind . . . That is, it wasn't until the phone rang. It never ceases to amaze me. Fate itself conspires against me, and I just don't understand it since it was fate that hooked me up to Mamoru to begin with. Yes, the phone rang. We ignored it completely. I don't think I even heard it until the machine picked up. We had no intention of breaking off to answer the damn machine. Mamoru's taped voice came on, beseeching all and sundry to leave a message, as he was either not in or busy at the moment. He was, indeed, very busy at the moment. The beep came on and I barely registered it through my befuddled mind. But, oh, I sure as heck registered the voice of my mother that came right after! "Usagi, honey, I guess you are still out shopping with Mamoru. When you and he get back, don't forget that you have to be back by 7 PM, okay? I want you to have dinner with the family. Your father keeps on complaining of how he hardly ever sees his 'little girl' anymore. Well, that's all. See you then! Take care and say hi to Mamoru for me." Click. We froze. The seconds ticked unbelievably loud all of a sudden from the clock on the mantel. Then Mamo-chan jumped away from me as if he had been scalded. Just POOF! One second he's beside me and the next he's across the room looking horrified at himself. I was NOT a happy camper. "Usagi . . ." he began, only to groan and savagely run his fingers through his ruffled hair. I blew my bangs out of my eyes and let myself fall back on the couch, cursing phones in general. One step forward, two steps back. It'd be a week until Mamoru go the nerve to even touch me again. Darn it all, what did it take?!? "I can't believe what I almost did! What would your mother say!?" My mother would probably cheer her daughter on for finally getting some. "Your father would kill me!" True enough. "And you! Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Usako! I didn't mean to take advantage of you like that!" Wait a minute! Back up there for a second. "Advantage of me? ADVANTAGE OF ME!!??" He looked at me with those heavy-lidded eyes that did weird things to my stomach and gave me a sad smile. "Oh, Usako! You have no idea what was going on, do you?" No idea my a$$!! "Believe me, I know EXACTLY what was going on. I was enjoying every minute of it! And it was about time!" He had been enjoying every minute of it too, I guarantee. And if that smile lurking about his lips was any indication, he was quite aware that I had been completely willing and able. But, I bet, that wasn't what he meant. "That's not what I meant." Bingo! "What I meant was that you have no idea what repercussion could be!" In other words, he felt guilty because I was so young. "My God, Usagi, you're only 16!" Damn, I'm good! I could give Rei the Psychic a run for her money. "And I have your parents' trust that you will be safe in my keeping! Good grief, there are legal reasons too! There are laws in this country! It isn't even legal for me to, to . . .well, you know what I'm talking about!" I gave him a wicked smile. "No, I have no idea what you are talking about, just like, as you said, I had no idea what was going on before. Now, why don't you come back here and demonstrate exactly what it is that we shouldn't be doing so that I'll know for future reference?" I swear he looked tempted, but he shook if off and glared at me accusingly. "Usako!" he seemed scandalized. I was very frustrated by now. "For goodness sake, Mamo-chan! I'm 16, not dead! We've been going out for over two years, gone through things that couples married of fifty years would never go through . . . Hell, we even *know* we have a daughter in the future! What is holding you back!" Guilt was holding him back, and those damn gentlemanly ethics of his. Now, manners are all well and good in a guy, unless they are *really* getting in your way. "Usako," he sighed, sitting next to me and taking my hand (making darn sure he didn't touch any other part of me), "I can't forsake the responsibility your parents have entrusted to me. What's more, as figures who uphold the law, it would be unethical for us to break one of the laws that is set up to protect young girls like yourself. The fact is that you and I can't be together until you turn 18, and I owe it to your parents to wait until we are married. I will wait however long it takes until you and I can finally be together in *every* way, and I know you can too." Hell no! Not if I had anything to say about that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I went home. What else could I do? There was no reasoning with the man! I was no longer 14. I had had some harrowing adventures no teenager was ever expected to go through and survive, but I had! The simple truth was, I was thinking about all the danger that being Sailor Moon entails. So we hadn't had a fight in a while after the Sailor Stars left, but that didn't mean that this idealic peace would remain for long. I had waited for Mamoru's love for a thousand years. I had fought with him, gained him, lost him, forgotten him, regained him, and lost him again! Finally I had him with no threats, no future kids running around interrupting us, no memory loss or dreams separating us. I wanted him now before anything happened again. I wanted him, I deserved him . . . He was just so sexy! It was the man's own fault for being so hot! I was a responsible sixteen year old who finally wanted to cross that final boundary with her soul-mate. I may have been content with kisses and snuggling two years ago, but no longer! And I *knew* he wanted me. I could see it in his eyes often enough. The simple truth, however, was that I was going to have to break him down. But how? There were so many arguments standing in my way, but I sensed that the most weighty was my age. He felt as though he was taking advantage of a school-girl when he went too far. How could I change that? So that's when I got my great idea. Breakthrough, everyone! If I were only a little older . . . I had this picture of an older me in my head. Not exactly with a single age in mind, just a general picture of myself. I liked what I saw. I liked what being older would entail. How I would achieve this, however, never occurred to me. As I was saying, I wasn't consciously thinking it could happen. I ate dinner with my family. I got ready for bed. I looked at the picture of Mamoru and me on my dresser balefully and cursed all men in general. I tucked my locket under my pillow as I always did lest I need it during the night, and I fell asleep watching the moon travel the sky slowly. Somewhere in my mind I thought, "I want to be big." The Crystal heard, and granted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See? I'm being a good girl and keeping this as clean as possible. So it's fun for the whole family! C'mon, who can blame Usagi for wanting some action? You've *seen* Mamo-chan! Write me and tell me what you think, all comments and even flames are welcome! Please?! I LOVE E-MAIL MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF! But not more than Mamoru . . . :) salaices@leland.stanford.edu