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Moths Don't Like Being Butterflies~Disclaimer:
Sailor Moon and Gundam Wing are copyrighted by a whole heck of a lot of people... just not me.Summary:
Forced to follow fate's ever changing destinies, Hotaru finds herself left to battle her emotions, along with the rest of humanity. Comparing all other's as butterflies, and herself a moth she searches her world, searching for a plea of understanding. What she finds is yet another 'moth'. Heero Yuy.Genre:
General/RomanceRating:
PG-13 for minor language, some violence at times, and perhaps themes of twisted souls.Approximate Chapters:
20Author's Note: Alright, this WILL be Heero/Hotaru... but be fore-warned, it may take a few chapters before they start to fall for each other... or let alone meet...
.:Prologue ~ Strings of Destiny `upon a Loom...:.
"Damn. It. All." Clenched teeth promising pain, wild eyes of vengeance, and the will to rip apart all those standing upright adorned the otherwise calm, serene face of Saturn's messenger. In a quick burst of speed resonating with pure defiance, and the luminance of a true warrior, the senshi of Saturn, Hotaru Tomoe, drew up her glaive only to thrust it into yet another rampant youma.
Normally, such a fate's turn would have been handled in a collected manner. Today's incidents had been no exception for the melancholic soul, and thus, intolerant rage had boiled out, spewing the bottled-up emotions usually left alone to rot in the heart's prisonal depths.
The other present senshi looked on in gasps of surprise and raised eyebrows, never quite knowing Hotaru's mood swings of the darker side. Uranus, with the alias of Haruka Tenoe, watched as her lover rolled her eyes at her very own behavior. In one last attempt to make sure it truly wasn't a dream, she turned to the nearest wall, and in one fluid movement, hit her cranium against the eroding bricks of the nearby warehouse once again. True to reality's promise, it wasn't a dream. It was only a headache of the mind's proportions.
Turning back to watch the end of the youma's ever-current lightshow, the senshi of wind sighed. She was fully aware it was the Outers fault for the incomprehensible behavior of their youngest. Ever since the guardian of time, Senshi Pluto, Setsuna Meio, had shown up with her damned sad smile, they were off once again to move. She had to admit, even herself wasn't acting quite right, but full-well knowing it would pass, her thoughts once again drifted to Hotaru. Smirking, she only proved herself right, today was definitely not the day to tell Saturn of Pluto's plans.
Oh sure, moving wouldn't be quite enough for that outburst, but, considering she finally had friends, true friends... the consequences were not desirable. Hotaru knew her disposition as a freak to the eyes of her peers would never truly pass, and that more importantly, it would never come to end. Moving from Chibi-Usa, Ami, Usagi, Rei, Makoto, Minako, Mamoru, and the cats would mean leaving behind the joy to life. Sworn into secrecy, Hotaru considered herself a goth. She could truly see the beauty in the forbidden, the hated, and that left to rot, but never truly being seen by the rest of society. A true freak she often mused, trying to muster a laugh, but only finding tears.
Standing up straight, she turned around to face the sweat-drops of the only ones who could honestly call her name with dignity and pure respect. Bowing in sorrow and apologies, she rotated around to walk off, her transformation wearing off, her regular dark violets and black clothing shimmering about her. Tears creeping into her eyes, knowing at the depth of her own soiled soul, it was the last time she would see them.
