Disclaimer: I own nothing. The mentioned characters are not mine; they belong to their respective creators and companies.
Author's Notes:
Okay, this will, for absolutely certain, be a Hiiro/Usa romance.
If it isn't perfectly obvious, I'll make it obvious.
THIS WILL BE A HIIRO YUI/USAGI TSUKINO ROMANCE.
A lot of people want a good quality Hiiro/Usa pairing fic these days. This is
a fair place to look.
I adore love pentegons. I ADORE them. I havn't written one yet, but I'll try to
include one in here. Good enough?
I simply hope and pray that I can effectively pull it off.
Now, on with the show... ^^
***
I don't quite know when exactly it was that I hit rock-bottom, but then again, I don't even know why I'm writing this. So, for the effectiveness of my little story, I'll just say I hit hard, alright?
Anyway, there's this guy...
Shut-up, will you? Let me explain. Well, I suppose you can guess what I plan on saying next.
I'm still falling (in love), despite my attempts to stop, and things just keep getting worse.
That's because of *him*.
Yes, *him*. I will refrain from speaking his name for the sake of my sanity.
And His prussian-blue eyes have been haunting me since I first met him (which was about 14 years ago). I doubt I noticed it in the beginning. My feelings for him, I mean. If I had any back then...
Those were the days--when I didn't have to worry about simply grabbing his arm, whirling him around, and kissing the sweet life right out of him.
Did I just say that? Hai, I did. Man, I'm losing it.
He doesn't know, though. We're partners, good friends, closer then normal friends should be, but that's the extent of our relationship. Or at least, I *think* that's the extent of our relationship. God, I'm so confused, I don't believe I even know *how* to think anymore.
Okay, I'm rambling, and getting aside from the point of this tale, so I'll be quiet, and try to explain.
Anyway, everything started (or ended ) when I was merely a child, barely over two......
***
"Come here, Hiiro. I want to show you something."
He walked slowly forward, coming to stand at the doctor's elbow, and looked at the squirming bundle.
"She's lost her parents. Her name is Bunny." The man said, eyes betraying how excited he was.
"I expect...that you two will become a team one day."
***
"You're absolutely crazy if you think I'm gonna give up!"
Hiiro could remember staring at her bruised and battered form, still so incredibly small for a four-year old.
Golden hair was matted and pressed against a damp, bloody forehead. Blue eyes flared defiantly above a tiny, feminine nose, and that was above two pink, abused lips.
He didn't answer the girl.
"Did you hear me!?" She stood up shakily, even the amount of her light weight too much for the broken legs inflicted to endure.
So, naturally, her body hit the floor almost as quickly and as hopelessly as the last twenty-nine times.
Crying angry tears that looked all wrong for her, she kept going, striving for the strength Hiiro knew she didn't have yet...
"I won't!" Her sobs reached his ears in painfully echoed distress.
"Give UP!"
To his slight amazement, she was breathing laborously while leaning upon the wall, knees drawn closely together for an extra support effort, standing.
"Don't! Don't..."
Her legs gave out, as expected, and she once more pitched in a heap to the hard floor, which already had been cracked and stained crimson along places.
He kneeled down by the girl, pulling her, more gently than his personality usually allowed, to his lap.
He saw that the blue depths of her eyes were startling, because they glimmered through the hazy fog that signalled pain.
"...stop..."
Hiiro, at first, assumed she didn't want him holding her, and then remembered what she had said right before going down just a few seconds ago.
"Don't...stop."
She was pleading for him to proceed with training. She wanted to continue, despite the deep gashes along her sides and face, despite the bruises, despite the fact that two of her legs were broken, while at least one arm was completely useless.
Then, her eyelids slid shut, depriving Hiiro of the vibrant windows to the girl's equally vibrant soul.
"Don't, o-negai. Just...keep going. I want...to keep...going..."
His own eyes widened. He was curious as to why or how anyone would be so persistant.
He picked her up, again, the same care eminating from his movements, and headed back to the cubical rooms all of the other children in training had.
***
"Watch out!"
He obeyed the comand immediately, but whether it was on instinct or just plain reflex, he didn't know.
Perhaps it was because he knew that voice; the voice of his only true friend: Bunny.
Blocking, swiftly, the thrust of the knife aimed at his chest, he shifted his weight, kicking his opponent in the groin. Hard.
The older youth snarled, leaping on him.
Bunny's frantic words rang clearly, "Hiiro, be careful!"
The trainies were subjected to this sort of practice regularly; a brutal battle of strength and endurance.
Usually, it was a younger, vulnerable trainie against an older, much more efficient trainie.
Though Hiiro blew the contest away. He was the best in his division, and even, in various other divisions.
He didn't like being on the bottom of a fight, so he kneed the boy in the groin again, as it was the most sensitive spot open to attack.
'Stupid...' he thought. If his opponent hadn't learned to keep his defenses up, he deserved whatever pain he got.
"That's right, Hiiro! You show that big bully who's boss!"
For a split moment, Bunny's cheering face flashed within his mind's eye, and, forgetting completely about the match, he turned his head to look over at her. This, of course, earned him a good blow to the head, and a pleasant darkness...
I remember seeing him fall. "Hiiro!"
The larger boy simply kept pounding on him, hit after hit, punch after punch. It was easily noted that Hiiro was unconscious, though I knew no one would stop the horrid display.
Except me.
"Get off of him!" I shouldn't have done what I did. And I also fully knew the consequenses.
Running behind Hiiro's attacker, I jumped upon his back, locking my arms tightly around his neck in a very specific position; a position that, if enough pressure applied, could render anyone unconscious.
The boy struggled, trying to throw me off. I held as firm as my bones would allow. He was much, much bigger than I, however, and this feat wasn't quickly carried out.
Finally, he went limp. I could feel it happening.
One blunt 'thud' and a few moments later, I was kneeling before my friend. "Hiiro..." the name slipped from my lips. It was even more saddening to realize that he had gotten hurt because of me...
I brushed the idea aside, now attempting to hoist Hiiro's body into my already sore arms. I had been through training just like Hiiro; all of the kids had. And I was pretty strong compared to the average six year-old, making it a load easier carried, but still difficult.
The instructors were no doubt watching everything...probably from some unknown window or camera. Once they caught me...
I didn't care. All I needed to do was get Hiiro to the infirmary ward.
Fleeing the training area, we made our way down hallways, past corridors and open rooms. Thankfully, not a soul appeared to stop us or even notice that we were unsupervised. I breathed better for that.
Eventually, I found myself standing in a spotlessly white room, with stretchers and machines scattered about. The thick eroma of antiseptic and other medicine hung in the air like a blanket.
I trudged warily to the nearest bed, laying Hiiro upon it. The only thing letting me know he was alive was the faint rising and falling of his chest.
"Gomen nasai, Hiiro. Demo, I won't be seeing you for a few days..."
A both happy and sad smile tugged at my lips. I was just glad...glad that Hiiro would be okay for today.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of shuffling feet and whispering voices greeted my ears.
'Oh no...'
They were angry. Very, very angry. That meant more trouble for me. I didn't want to turn around. My fate would hit me no matter what I did. Literally.
Now they were in the doorway...
And with a wince I felt as the first blow landed, sending me to my knees.
Strong arms...four strong arms held me down while a sharp prick---which I would later discover to be a needle bearing tranquilizer---seeming to penetrate my shoulder.
Warm, inky blackness then consumed me.
***
Author's Notes:
Actually, I'm really writing this for three reasons:
Number One, and foremost: For fun.
Number Two, and secondly: To see if I can finish a story.
Number Three, and lastly: Because everyone in the whole world is writing Hotaru or Makoto/Hiiro pairings. I desire a good, fresh Hiiro/Usagi pairing fic.
Not that I don't like Hiiro being paired with someone other than Usagi...it's just, there are
so many now. I feel like I can't find any Hiiro/Usagi fics anymore!
And, on a final note, I'm only thirteen; I just turned thirteen. I might
as well still be twelve! O-negai, go easy on me? **cough** ^^
Author's Notes:
Okay, this will, for absolutely certain, be a Hiiro/Usa romance.
If it isn't perfectly obvious, I'll make it obvious.
THIS WILL BE A HIIRO YUI/USAGI TSUKINO ROMANCE.
A lot of people want a good quality Hiiro/Usa pairing fic these days. This is
a fair place to look.
I adore love pentegons. I ADORE them. I havn't written one yet, but I'll try to
include one in here. Good enough?
I simply hope and pray that I can effectively pull it off.
Now, on with the show... ^^
***
I don't quite know when exactly it was that I hit rock-bottom, but then again, I don't even know why I'm writing this. So, for the effectiveness of my little story, I'll just say I hit hard, alright?
Anyway, there's this guy...
Shut-up, will you? Let me explain. Well, I suppose you can guess what I plan on saying next.
I'm still falling (in love), despite my attempts to stop, and things just keep getting worse.
That's because of *him*.
Yes, *him*. I will refrain from speaking his name for the sake of my sanity.
And His prussian-blue eyes have been haunting me since I first met him (which was about 14 years ago). I doubt I noticed it in the beginning. My feelings for him, I mean. If I had any back then...
Those were the days--when I didn't have to worry about simply grabbing his arm, whirling him around, and kissing the sweet life right out of him.
Did I just say that? Hai, I did. Man, I'm losing it.
He doesn't know, though. We're partners, good friends, closer then normal friends should be, but that's the extent of our relationship. Or at least, I *think* that's the extent of our relationship. God, I'm so confused, I don't believe I even know *how* to think anymore.
Okay, I'm rambling, and getting aside from the point of this tale, so I'll be quiet, and try to explain.
Anyway, everything started (or ended ) when I was merely a child, barely over two......
***
"Come here, Hiiro. I want to show you something."
He walked slowly forward, coming to stand at the doctor's elbow, and looked at the squirming bundle.
"She's lost her parents. Her name is Bunny." The man said, eyes betraying how excited he was.
"I expect...that you two will become a team one day."
***
"You're absolutely crazy if you think I'm gonna give up!"
Hiiro could remember staring at her bruised and battered form, still so incredibly small for a four-year old.
Golden hair was matted and pressed against a damp, bloody forehead. Blue eyes flared defiantly above a tiny, feminine nose, and that was above two pink, abused lips.
He didn't answer the girl.
"Did you hear me!?" She stood up shakily, even the amount of her light weight too much for the broken legs inflicted to endure.
So, naturally, her body hit the floor almost as quickly and as hopelessly as the last twenty-nine times.
Crying angry tears that looked all wrong for her, she kept going, striving for the strength Hiiro knew she didn't have yet...
"I won't!" Her sobs reached his ears in painfully echoed distress.
"Give UP!"
To his slight amazement, she was breathing laborously while leaning upon the wall, knees drawn closely together for an extra support effort, standing.
"Don't! Don't..."
Her legs gave out, as expected, and she once more pitched in a heap to the hard floor, which already had been cracked and stained crimson along places.
He kneeled down by the girl, pulling her, more gently than his personality usually allowed, to his lap.
He saw that the blue depths of her eyes were startling, because they glimmered through the hazy fog that signalled pain.
"...stop..."
Hiiro, at first, assumed she didn't want him holding her, and then remembered what she had said right before going down just a few seconds ago.
"Don't...stop."
She was pleading for him to proceed with training. She wanted to continue, despite the deep gashes along her sides and face, despite the bruises, despite the fact that two of her legs were broken, while at least one arm was completely useless.
Then, her eyelids slid shut, depriving Hiiro of the vibrant windows to the girl's equally vibrant soul.
"Don't, o-negai. Just...keep going. I want...to keep...going..."
His own eyes widened. He was curious as to why or how anyone would be so persistant.
He picked her up, again, the same care eminating from his movements, and headed back to the cubical rooms all of the other children in training had.
***
"Watch out!"
He obeyed the comand immediately, but whether it was on instinct or just plain reflex, he didn't know.
Perhaps it was because he knew that voice; the voice of his only true friend: Bunny.
Blocking, swiftly, the thrust of the knife aimed at his chest, he shifted his weight, kicking his opponent in the groin. Hard.
The older youth snarled, leaping on him.
Bunny's frantic words rang clearly, "Hiiro, be careful!"
The trainies were subjected to this sort of practice regularly; a brutal battle of strength and endurance.
Usually, it was a younger, vulnerable trainie against an older, much more efficient trainie.
Though Hiiro blew the contest away. He was the best in his division, and even, in various other divisions.
He didn't like being on the bottom of a fight, so he kneed the boy in the groin again, as it was the most sensitive spot open to attack.
'Stupid...' he thought. If his opponent hadn't learned to keep his defenses up, he deserved whatever pain he got.
"That's right, Hiiro! You show that big bully who's boss!"
For a split moment, Bunny's cheering face flashed within his mind's eye, and, forgetting completely about the match, he turned his head to look over at her. This, of course, earned him a good blow to the head, and a pleasant darkness...
I remember seeing him fall. "Hiiro!"
The larger boy simply kept pounding on him, hit after hit, punch after punch. It was easily noted that Hiiro was unconscious, though I knew no one would stop the horrid display.
Except me.
"Get off of him!" I shouldn't have done what I did. And I also fully knew the consequenses.
Running behind Hiiro's attacker, I jumped upon his back, locking my arms tightly around his neck in a very specific position; a position that, if enough pressure applied, could render anyone unconscious.
The boy struggled, trying to throw me off. I held as firm as my bones would allow. He was much, much bigger than I, however, and this feat wasn't quickly carried out.
Finally, he went limp. I could feel it happening.
One blunt 'thud' and a few moments later, I was kneeling before my friend. "Hiiro..." the name slipped from my lips. It was even more saddening to realize that he had gotten hurt because of me...
I brushed the idea aside, now attempting to hoist Hiiro's body into my already sore arms. I had been through training just like Hiiro; all of the kids had. And I was pretty strong compared to the average six year-old, making it a load easier carried, but still difficult.
The instructors were no doubt watching everything...probably from some unknown window or camera. Once they caught me...
I didn't care. All I needed to do was get Hiiro to the infirmary ward.
Fleeing the training area, we made our way down hallways, past corridors and open rooms. Thankfully, not a soul appeared to stop us or even notice that we were unsupervised. I breathed better for that.
Eventually, I found myself standing in a spotlessly white room, with stretchers and machines scattered about. The thick eroma of antiseptic and other medicine hung in the air like a blanket.
I trudged warily to the nearest bed, laying Hiiro upon it. The only thing letting me know he was alive was the faint rising and falling of his chest.
"Gomen nasai, Hiiro. Demo, I won't be seeing you for a few days..."
A both happy and sad smile tugged at my lips. I was just glad...glad that Hiiro would be okay for today.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of shuffling feet and whispering voices greeted my ears.
'Oh no...'
They were angry. Very, very angry. That meant more trouble for me. I didn't want to turn around. My fate would hit me no matter what I did. Literally.
Now they were in the doorway...
And with a wince I felt as the first blow landed, sending me to my knees.
Strong arms...four strong arms held me down while a sharp prick---which I would later discover to be a needle bearing tranquilizer---seeming to penetrate my shoulder.
Warm, inky blackness then consumed me.
***
Author's Notes:
Actually, I'm really writing this for three reasons:
Number One, and foremost: For fun.
Number Two, and secondly: To see if I can finish a story.
Number Three, and lastly: Because everyone in the whole world is writing Hotaru or Makoto/Hiiro pairings. I desire a good, fresh Hiiro/Usagi pairing fic.
Not that I don't like Hiiro being paired with someone other than Usagi...it's just, there are
so many now. I feel like I can't find any Hiiro/Usagi fics anymore!
And, on a final note, I'm only thirteen; I just turned thirteen. I might
as well still be twelve! O-negai, go easy on me? **cough** ^^