Disclaimer : I don't own the characters/Sailor Moon

My Angel, My Dearest
by Artemis

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*note* This is just some weird fic i'm writing in the middle of
the night.... e-mail me at moon_cat_9@hotmail.com if you like it ^^
It's only meant to be a one part story.

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Mamoru felt like his head was spinning in the room. He had just
woken up from a weird dream. A dream about a girl... A girl with
golden hair like the sun, clear blue eyes like the sky and small
pink lips like a cherry blossom. He sat up and realised he was sweating
a lot and his sheets had stuck to him. His usually neat and glossy
hair was like a mop on his head. Mamoru shook his head clear of any
thoughts he had and decided to have a shower. But the thoughts didn't
leave his mind. They stayed, engraved into his complicated and intelligent
mind. It bothered him. She was beautiful, radient, but at the same time,
she looked sad. She was looking straight at him and shouting. Shouting
a name? His name? Mamoru washed his face and ignored his thoughts.

When he got to university, he met up with his best friend Motoki. They
went to class together, and Mamoru fell asleep during a lecture.

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Awake in a cloudy place, Mamoru ran around trying to find any walls or
doors. There were none. He pinched himself, but it hurt. He shouted
for help. Where was he?
Then, a glow of light....
a pure light...
an angel?

In front of him was that girl again. Beautiful, smiling and full of
joy. She filled his heart with song and laughter. He smiled.
Wings fluttered around her shoulders as her golden hair flowed
free. Then suddenly, she had a sword in her hand. A silver sword.
She smiled sadly at him, then took the sword to plunge it in her
breast.
Mamoru ran....
grabbed the sword....
and she was gone...

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Mamoru woke up with a jolt. He stumbled off his chair and Motoki
laughed at him. The lecturer frowned, but continued. Back to the
comforting society around him. Mamoru sighed and wiped the sweat off
his forehead and sat properly in his chair. He opened up his note
book and concentrated.

What was going on? What was wrong with him? A new kind of disease?
No, the joy he felt during those dreams couldn't be a disease. If
it was, he didn't want a cure. But where was she? Who was she? The
girl with golden hair, the blue eyes and her radient smile. How he
wanted to embrace it in his heart. He was dazed and couldn't think
for the whole day. Motoki took him to a cafe to relax. The cafe
that Unazuki worked at. She'd treat them to free drinks.

The drink calmed him down. Pumping through his veins. He could feel
his tension disappear. Then, he felt faint.

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Darkness. Everywhere. He couldn't even see himself. Again, this
feeling. Where was he?
Lost.........
lost.......
lost....?

But she appeared again, in front of him. Giggling, smiling
and laughing. She teased him with her anonymity. He was
puzzled, but amused. She held out her fair skinned hand, her
slender fingers extending out to touch his face. He wanted to
take her hand, but feared she might disappear again. Her fingers
stayed in front of his face, lingering and hesitant. She snatched
her hand back, clutching her chest. Tears fell from her cheeks. She
curled up in front of him, her knees bent to her chest. Her wings
wrapped around her body and she glowed. Mamoru reached out to touch
her and she was gone.

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Malnutrition. Doctor's orders. Eat, sleep and rest. Motoki came to
look after him. He brought a friend to cheer up Mamoru. As he lay
in bed, he heard a twinkling laughter. Familiar, like the girl.
Motoki walked in, with a tray of food. Laden with juicy fruit
and warm soup. The smell beckoned him to sit up and as he did,
he also smelled the lingering perfume of her. Was she there? Not
another dream? In his apartment? With the tray on his lap, he
couldn't move. Motoki walked out and he heard Motoki talking.
Who was there?

As he drank the warm soup, he could feel it running through his
body. He felt much better. He looked up from his soup and saw
a pair of clear blue eyes peeping from the door and slender fingers
gripping the side. They shuffled
away behind the door and left a trail of golden hair, flowing
past the small gap.

Golden hair...
blue eyes....
slender fingers....

Motoki walked in, the girl following closely behind. Cheerful smile
and bubbly personality. She laughed, giggled and chattered to him,
making the whole room seem brighter and happier. Mamoru enjoyed
listening to her soft voice and twinkling laughter. Her eyes
lighting up as she laughed. She looked puzzled suddenly, her small
pink lips curled into a frown. Sick? Motoki answered, yes. Why?
Mamoru smiled. No medical explanation. He was sick. Sick because
he couldn't meet his angel. But now he had.

As he takes her hand, she smiles.
"You forgive me?" she asks.
"Of course." he nods.
"For what I did?"
"Of course."
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Because you are my angel, my dearest."

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THE END

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*note* That's got to be one of the weirdest, yet satisfying fan fic I've
written in a while.... it's all sort of broken sentences, which I love
doing =) It just popped into my head and kept flowing. I hope you
enjoyed reading it.

~ Artemis ~