~*~ Portrait of Perfection ~*~
By: Rogue Angel Barton
Yo readers sup?! Well this is my new fic, fic number 9 that I'm handling at once, but hey, I made a deal, with Oniistar. She heard about my idea and almost killed me when I said I was having doubts. So she made a deal with me, if I get one chapter for my new fic out by Friday, she will get 2 chapters of Complication of Emotions out by Sunday, longer than 9 pages. So here I am, and she just realized that she made a deal with the devil.
This is an AU. That means no Sailor Senshi and all the girls are regular people. The Gundam boys don't come out until perhaps another chapter or so. This fic will be extremely unlike me; it's angst and drama. However, there might be romance later, depending on how I feel.
But it passed Oniistar and PiscesAngel's approval I think. Shouldn't be that bad. I don't know about this fic, I'm handling 8 already. So if not that many people review, I'll put this off. That's the deal. Tell me your honest opinion guys.
Well I don't own either animes. Review please.
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The sun steamed into the huge room. Aquamarine blue silk curtains hung over the ten fifteen feet tall windows that lined the circular room. A huge sakura tree was planted just outside, and could be seen from any direction. The birds were chirping as they always do in the morning and peace and tranquility was everywhere. A black grand piano once owned by the late Beethoven was in the right corner, close to the windows.
Shelves on the right and left sides of the room held numerous awards, given to one of the three owners of the house.
In the center of the room, was an easel. Simple and bare except the canvas on it. Yet nature and the easel itself knew that whatever the artist would put upon the canvas would be a masterpiece.
The white sand of the beach stretched on for what seemed like eternity, as the light green waves splashed onto the sand, white foam the result. On the left was the sun, slowly setting, casting the whole picture, in relaxing but vibrant colors of gold, pink, purple, red, orange, and yellow. In the center of the picture was a couple, sitting on a white blanket. On the right side of the blanket was a small picnic basket, two tall white candles, and a bottle of champagne.
To the far right was a small cabin, white in color. It was simple but beautiful, like all of he painting.
In the center of the painting, sitting on the blanket, was the main focus. It was a girl with shoulder length black hair. She was wearing a light purpled color top; you couldn't see her face at all. She was a petite looking girl and trim as well. She was leaning against the man to her right. The man had broad shoulders and much taller than her. He was wearing a white top, and you could only see his back as well. The couple's arms were interwined as they watched the sunset unfold before them.
It was romance to the top degree. A vision of a dream... everyone's dream. It was beautiful, with only the natural taste to it, and then the simplicity of a cabin. It was fantasy, a place where the bitter reality met the world of sweet fantasy. It was beauty, by the simplest cause and yet to the most complicated level. The level of the peace transpired by breathtaking and yet commonly taken for granted scene. And it was no doubt beautiful. Truly was, no word can describe the image which had been painted upon the blank and seemingly dull white paper, which had been transformed to a beautiful picture.
Perhaps it was the simplicity of the scene, but what transpired from it was the complicated level of perfection. The scene, seemingly simple and plain was actually deeper than perhaps the ocean itself. A plain sunset, used in the artist's hands, was transformed into the beauty of nature, setting a gentle and peaceful mood to the painting. The deep green sea, usually the center of attraction in numerous pieces of art, was now overshadowed by the feeling generated by the couple on the blanket.
A thin brush dipped slowly into the green blue oil paint on the palette. Then slowly, it made its way to the canvas. The artist paused a minute, as if to decide whether a single brush stroke would damage the image as it stood. Then, after a few anxious seconds, the brush gently touched the canvas, at the male's right shoulder, as the artists darkened the sea to make the man's outline stand out more.
Then the brush drew back, as the artist inspected the masterpiece. The brush handle gently scratched the artist's chin as the artist's mouth pouted with indecision. Now, should there be anymore color? Then, the artist's small, ruby red lips formed into a small smile. Perhaps not perfection, but at least satisfaction was achieved.
With a small sigh, the artist yawned and started to walk away. Looking back for a second, the artist looked at the mess she made. Covered with paint, the artist's "Paint Shirt" was once more, beyond repair. Oil paint and rags covered the once spotless wooden floor. The only thing that wasn't a mess within a five feet radius was the piece of canvas with the work of art on it.
A small, pale hand covered in paint removed the scrunchy from her hair. Waves of black silk rolled down and fell neatly to the artist's shoulders. Violet eyes yawned with fatigue as she opened a window and let the fresh morning air arouse her. She'd been working on the painting since 11 last night and had not slept since. Her small nose wrinkled at the thought of what her guardians would do to her once she got down stairs.
The smell of coffee and bacon made the kitchen dance with the delicious aroma of a breakfast made with love. An elegant and breath-taking woman set three plates on the floor before heading towards the sink to wash the pots and pans. With a small sigh, her perfect and smooth hands soaked in the water.
Suddenly, a pair of slightly tanned arms made their way around her thin waist. The woman giggled as her lover's deep tone moaned. Sky blue eyes flashed with amusement as the woman shift comfortably in the arms and yawn.
"Why up so early Michiru?"
The woman, now known as Michiru, smiled at her lover's question. Her sea green hair flowing in the wind in wavy thick strands of the ocean current. Her green eyes shone with a kind of laughter but also exasperation.
"Haruka, you know as well as I do that I get up this early every morning."
"Well, I kept you up quite late last night."
"Haruka!"
Michiru quickly turned around, her eyes scolding as she playfully slapped Haruka's arm. Haruka caught her hand and pulled her in to kiss her. Michiru pulled back slightly and ran her hand through her lover's short blond hair. Just then, the radio interrupted them.
"And on the regional news, the brilliant artist strikes again! That's right, the nineteen-year-old talented artist Hotaru Tomoe will have another new exhibition tonight. The stage is set to go for this new, but exceptional artist. At the age of eighteen, she graduated from Harvard Law School, a child prodigy. Her art teacher suggested that she enter some of her work at a local contest and drew immediate attention to the girl. Now a year later, she has had more than 10 shows, each more amazing and breathtaking than the last. Great hopes and expectations are awaiting her newest show. What amazing paintings and drawings will she have for us this time? Check out her shows and see! You won't be disappointed, only ama-"
The radio was suddenly turned off. Michiru and Haruka turned to the door and the radio. There stood their adoptive daughter, in her Paint Shirt and baggy black parachutes. She was frowning deeply at the radio, her forehead furrowed as if she wished to kill the announcer.
"Good morning Ru."
"Morning Hotaru."
Hotaru turned to Haruka and smiled.
"Morning Haruka-papa. What have I told you and Michi-mama? Quit listening to those announcements, they'll fry your brain."
Michiru laughed as she walked to her 'daughter' and gave her a peck on the cheek. Hotaru smiled before sitting down at the table. Haruka walked to the seat across from Hotaru, but not before giving Hotaru a kiss on top of her head.
"We're just listening on the praise of our favorite daughter."
Hotaru stuck her tongue out at Haruka. Michiru shook her head before sitting down.
"I'm your only daughter!" Hotaru yelled. Then she got a glint in her eyes.
"Unless, Haruka-papa, you and Michi-mama have been messing around experimenting again."
"Hotaru Tomoe such language!" Michiru yelled, her face white with shock. Hotaru rolled her eyes.
"Michi-mama! I'm nineteen already! I should know something!"
Haruka started to the laugh, but stopped once Michiru glared at full force. Hotaru giggled before quieting down at Michiru's scowl. Looking down at her breakfast, she giggled nervously. Haruka sighed and drank some coffee.
"Alright alright, everyone calm down. Hotaru, what are you plans for the day?"
Hotaru looked at Haruka and shrugged. She pushed her plate to the middle of the table and settled for the orange juice. Taking a sip, she looked at Haruka and answered.
"I guess the usual. I'm making a stop at the library, then the park, and I need to drop by the gallery to make sure everything's okay."
Haruka nodded and continued with breakfast. Michiru looked at Hotaru with a worried look. Hotaru sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She knew what was coming. The same thing before every show.
"Hotaru, you're not working yourself too hard right? I mean, I love it that you have such a great hobby, but your health comes first."
Hotaru smiled warmly at Michiru. She was blessed that they cared, but sometimes it was too much. She was 19 after all.
"Michi-mama, I'm fine. Just great! Well I gotta take a shower and go. Bye!"
Hotaru kissed both Haruka and Michiru before racing up stairs. Haruka watched Hotaru storm upstairs before turning to Michiru.
"Our little cry is growing up!"
Michiru rolled her eyes and slapped Haruka. She grabbed Haruka's hand and headed towards the sink with the dishes.
"Come on Lover Girl, dishes!"
Haruka groaned, her blue eyes sighing. She hated when Michiru called her that. Sure she was a girl, but um... not in a sense? With a heavy sigh she smiled, who could resist Michiru looking like that at her with that smile?
Hotaru stepped out of the shower and grinned. With a sigh she twirled around her room, letting the sunshine wash over her and cleanse her. She'd been so tired, but the shower woke her up. Humming a tune, she grabbed some clothes and began to change.
"Don't you try to tell me that he's not my type
To idle what I feel inside
when it makes me weak with desire."
Hotaru jumped as she grabbed her messenger bag from her closet and ran out her room. She hurried to the first floor and then to the music room. With a smile of thanks at the servants, she quickly grabbed the canvas as her violet eyes shown with a kind of excitement. The servants smiled at her and complimented her on the new masterpiece. Hotaru bowed in thanks before putting the canvas carefully into a black bag and told the servants to deliver it to the gallery.
With another shy smile she skipped out of the house. The sky was a light shade of blue and not a cloud in the sky. It was a crisp spring afternoon. Looking at each tree on the sidewalk, Hotaru quickly walked down her street. As she turned the corner, two women walked towards her.
"Hey Hota-chan!"
"G'afternoon Mako-sama."
"Hello Hotaru."
"Good afternoon Ami-sama."
The two girls fell into step with the petite girl as they walked down the street. They both knew where Hotaru was going. Ami looked at Hotaru out of the corner of her eye. Hotaru was quite the genius, perhaps surpassing her. Ami, Makoto and all the other girls were one year older than Hotaru. Ami was a prodigy as well, but Ami finished before Hotaru did. Ami was... even above normal geniuses. She graduated from Yale at 16 and was now attending Harvard for her Masters. She was now twenty years ago.
Ami's short blue hair shined in the sun and was a very unusual color. She had light blue eyes revealing her to be shy, a kindhearted person, and intelligent beyond her years. She was dressed simply, a light blue silk blouse and a pair of black jeans. With a sigh she moved her purse to her other shoulder and smiled as they came to the library.
Makoto smiled and her forest green eyes shined with an inner joy and cheerfulness. She looked at her silent friends and smiled. She'd known Ami since they were 9 years old, and only recently had she joined their little group. Thanks to Usagi who knew Haruka, who was Hotaru's "father" and then some weird things and then... all right.
The girl was shy, polite and fun... but shy. Nice fashion sense too. A black long sleeved shirt, black jeans and black boots. Okay, maybe a little plain, but hey she was an artist. Her paintings counted, not her fashion sense.
Makoto skipped along a few steps, her brown hair in a high ponytail bouncing up and down. Hotaru looked at Makoto and giggled.
"Mako-sama!"
Makoto grinned before running up the thirty flights of stairs in front of the huge library built over 300 years ago. She stood impatiently on top of the stairs and tapped her foot and glared at her favorite bookworms. Hotaru and Ami giggled before walking up the stairs quickly. Once they reached the top, Makoto grabbed their hands and dragged them into library. Hotaru and Ami laughed at her impatience as she let them go.
"Mako-chan, you're so impatient!" Ami said before giggling again.
"Not my fault you guys are slow! Hmp!" Makoto mocked before zooming to the computers to go online.
"Let me guess Hotbishi.com?" Hotaru asked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Hai!" Makoto yelled.
"Will you ladies please hush! This is a library!"
Makoto, Ami and Hotaru grinned sheepishly at the angry librarian before Hotaru ran towards the arts section and Ami for the college section.
Hotaru grabbed a book off the self about Leonardo de Vinchi and browsed through some of the paintings. She smiled after she saw Makoto deeply engrossed in her webpage and quickly stood up. She sneaked over to the romance section while looking back at Makoto. Suddenly she walked into someone and fell to the ground.
"Oh my god I'm sorry." Hotaru said quickly.
"No, all my fault!" Politely said a small and shy voice.
Hotaru stood up and offered her hand before her eyes widened. AMI!
"AMI!"
"Ho-Hotaru?!"
The two looked at the book in Ami's hand and Ami quickly looked away blushing. Hotaru helped her up before taking the book away from her.
"Midnight Passion. Wow Ami, this was on the Harvard Summer reading list huh? I wish we had t read this stuff." Hotaru said while an uncharacteristic smirk appeared on her face.
"W-well I er... it um..." Ami stuttered, her cheeks burning deep scarlet.
Hotaru laughed before giving Ami back the book. She walked over to a shelf and picked up a book titled, Where the Sky Meets the Sea.
"That's good book." Ami said suddenly, trying to forget her embarrassment.
"Really?" Hotaru suddenly looked up, her eyes shining with interest.
"Yeah, really good."
Hotaru nodded and Ami before looking at the book's cover. There was no cover... it was ripped off. With a sigh, she looked at Ami once more.
"I gotta go meet the others. Later!"
Ami waved goodbye to Hotaru before looking down at her book again. As Hotaru walked pass Makoto, she asked if she wanted to come, and Makoto said that she needed to finish reading the profile of this guy belonging to G5. He was supposed to be really cute. With a last smile at Makoto, Hotaru walked into the bright sunshine.
"Hm... the park."
Hotaru looked down at her watch and her eyes widened. She was 20 minutes late! Hotaru quickly ran down 10 blocks and then skidded into the park. As she calmly walked into the park, she saw a little boy looking up at an ice cream truck with sad eyes.
"What's wrong hm?" Hotaru asked the child as she crouched by him slightly.
The little boy with dark brown hair pointed to the ice cream truck and then pulled out his pockets, revealing two sticks of gum and some string. Hotaru smiled at him before standing up and ordering a vanilla cone for him.
"Here you go!"
The little boy looked at the ice cream that she held out at him. He smiled slightly and took the ice cream cone. He leaned in and kissed Hotaru on the cheek.
"Arigatou ."
The little boy turned and ran. Hotaru stood up and smiled before walking deeper into the park. A few minutes later, she was suddenly tackled by a blond blob.
"Hota-chan!" Screamed a very cheerful voice.
"Usa-sama, how's it going?"
Hotaru smiled as the blond pulled back and flashed her usual million-watt smile. Hotaru giggled as the blond grabbed her hand and dragged her to two girls smiling nearby.
"Odango adamma! Let go of Hotaru!" Yelled a high but proud voice.
"But Rei!" Whined Usagi as she pulled Hotaru even more.
"Really Usagi, let go of the poor girl!" Said the final voice in exasperation.
"Alright alright you two!"
Usagi sighed and let go of Hotaru, who looked at the two girls in thanks. The proud one, Rei, was a mysterious kind of beauty. Violet eyes that showed the world that she would never step down from a challenge. Her pride and honor was only surpassed by her confidence in herself. She had long raven hair, as dark as a raven's wing. She was a pretty girl, although she was at times snobby and arrogant.
"Hello Rei-sama." Said Hotaru, polite as usual.
"Hey Hota-chan." Rei said.
"Hi Mina-sama." Hotaru said as she walked over to the other blond girl.
Minako was kind of like Usagi. Usagi had blue eyes, clear as crystal with limitless possibilities and joy She was never down or sad, and could cheer anyone up. She had long silverish blond hair that was currently done in a braid. Usagi was at times a crybaby and a whiner, but she was a true friend. Hotaru knew that well. Usagi was naive, yes naive. Perhaps that was not a bad thing however in her case. She was sheltered from the world, by her friends... Hotaru being one of them knew that best. However this innocence that she managed to keep made her different from all others. She saw only good in all people, and helped everyone, even if it would hurt herself. She was innocence to the purest form.
Okay, Minako. Like she had thought before, Minako was kind of like Usagi. Slightly tanned smooth skin and long slender legs made her attractive to the men. She was pretty tall, not as tall as Makoto, Michiru or Haruka of course but taller than Ami and Usagi. She had deep blond hair, like silky gold that shined in the sun. Her eyes were blue like Usagi's, but held a more flirtatious nature. She had seen more of the world than Usagi, and played men every day of her life.
"So what do you guys wanna do?" Hotaru asked timidly, but she already knew what they had in mind.
"LET'S GO SHOPPING!" Screamed all three older girls before dragging Hotaru away, who had a very scared expression on her face.
Hotaru sighed with fatigue as she walked along the streets. It was about six in the evening already. She had spent an exhausting day shopping with the girls. Then around 5, escaping their shopaholic crutches with some money left bag. Hotaru sighed as she shifted the five huge shopping bags in her right hand.
Hotaru smiled as she pulled out the book from her messenger bag. They had joined up with Ami and Makoto a while later, and Ami great applauded Where the Sky Meets the Sea. So, now walking on her way home, she was really wanted to read it. Hotaru read the first few lines.
In all of creation, nothing is more beautiful than love. It can triumph over the most difficult obstacles, and it can with stand the most bitter pain. 'Tis was the road destined for Noxia Exsulo and Deus Luctus. Their love was an impossible love, one that was doomed from the start.
Hotaru frowned as she continued reading. Ami was not one to enjoy tragedies. Perhaps it was such a book that even Ami liked it. Shrugging, Hotaru read on.
Noxia Exculo was the fairest of the fair, an angel to some, a heavenly body. She had everything that she could have ever wanted and more. She was rich, richer than the ancient kings of France were, she was beautiful, some saying that she overshadowed Aphrodite's beauty, and she was a brilliant weaver. What she weaved was thought to be images from gods.
'She sounds perfect. This sounds like a really bad book so far.' Hotaru sighed and read on.
Then there was Deus Luctus. A man of wax some said when they saw him. Perfect in every detail and shape, a god, as his name suggested.
Hotaru sighed and shook her head. Not another boring romance novel... ay, if it hadn't received Ami's approval, she wouldn't be reading it at this point.
Hotaru started to read a few more paragraphs, and soon found herself engrossed in the novel. It was all that Ami said.
Turning the corner, she stepped off the curb and proceeded to cross the street.
...eyes like deep pools of midnight silk...
Hotaru didn't hear the screams of her friends and just kept reading. Suddenly there was a screech and Hotaru felt her left side burst forth in pain. The book fell from her pale hand and hit the street. The limp body fell a second later to the ground like a mere rag doll. Then all was black.
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I didn't like that first chapter, no, not at all. It wasn't what I wanted. However I am stretched for time as is the agreement with Oniistar.
Tell me your honest opinion guys, because if this story will go on is your decision. And oh yeah, this didn't go through my editors, not enough time. Forgive me brilliant and wise and talented editors!
And Onii-san, no Relena plushies! Jade... I don't know... GET YOU NEXT CHAP OUT! Same goes for you SaturnActingChick! And you too Pisces-san!
Well bye guys! REVIEW!!!
By: Rogue Angel Barton
Yo readers sup?! Well this is my new fic, fic number 9 that I'm handling at once, but hey, I made a deal, with Oniistar. She heard about my idea and almost killed me when I said I was having doubts. So she made a deal with me, if I get one chapter for my new fic out by Friday, she will get 2 chapters of Complication of Emotions out by Sunday, longer than 9 pages. So here I am, and she just realized that she made a deal with the devil.
This is an AU. That means no Sailor Senshi and all the girls are regular people. The Gundam boys don't come out until perhaps another chapter or so. This fic will be extremely unlike me; it's angst and drama. However, there might be romance later, depending on how I feel.
But it passed Oniistar and PiscesAngel's approval I think. Shouldn't be that bad. I don't know about this fic, I'm handling 8 already. So if not that many people review, I'll put this off. That's the deal. Tell me your honest opinion guys.
Well I don't own either animes. Review please.
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The sun steamed into the huge room. Aquamarine blue silk curtains hung over the ten fifteen feet tall windows that lined the circular room. A huge sakura tree was planted just outside, and could be seen from any direction. The birds were chirping as they always do in the morning and peace and tranquility was everywhere. A black grand piano once owned by the late Beethoven was in the right corner, close to the windows.
Shelves on the right and left sides of the room held numerous awards, given to one of the three owners of the house.
In the center of the room, was an easel. Simple and bare except the canvas on it. Yet nature and the easel itself knew that whatever the artist would put upon the canvas would be a masterpiece.
The white sand of the beach stretched on for what seemed like eternity, as the light green waves splashed onto the sand, white foam the result. On the left was the sun, slowly setting, casting the whole picture, in relaxing but vibrant colors of gold, pink, purple, red, orange, and yellow. In the center of the picture was a couple, sitting on a white blanket. On the right side of the blanket was a small picnic basket, two tall white candles, and a bottle of champagne.
To the far right was a small cabin, white in color. It was simple but beautiful, like all of he painting.
In the center of the painting, sitting on the blanket, was the main focus. It was a girl with shoulder length black hair. She was wearing a light purpled color top; you couldn't see her face at all. She was a petite looking girl and trim as well. She was leaning against the man to her right. The man had broad shoulders and much taller than her. He was wearing a white top, and you could only see his back as well. The couple's arms were interwined as they watched the sunset unfold before them.
It was romance to the top degree. A vision of a dream... everyone's dream. It was beautiful, with only the natural taste to it, and then the simplicity of a cabin. It was fantasy, a place where the bitter reality met the world of sweet fantasy. It was beauty, by the simplest cause and yet to the most complicated level. The level of the peace transpired by breathtaking and yet commonly taken for granted scene. And it was no doubt beautiful. Truly was, no word can describe the image which had been painted upon the blank and seemingly dull white paper, which had been transformed to a beautiful picture.
Perhaps it was the simplicity of the scene, but what transpired from it was the complicated level of perfection. The scene, seemingly simple and plain was actually deeper than perhaps the ocean itself. A plain sunset, used in the artist's hands, was transformed into the beauty of nature, setting a gentle and peaceful mood to the painting. The deep green sea, usually the center of attraction in numerous pieces of art, was now overshadowed by the feeling generated by the couple on the blanket.
A thin brush dipped slowly into the green blue oil paint on the palette. Then slowly, it made its way to the canvas. The artist paused a minute, as if to decide whether a single brush stroke would damage the image as it stood. Then, after a few anxious seconds, the brush gently touched the canvas, at the male's right shoulder, as the artists darkened the sea to make the man's outline stand out more.
Then the brush drew back, as the artist inspected the masterpiece. The brush handle gently scratched the artist's chin as the artist's mouth pouted with indecision. Now, should there be anymore color? Then, the artist's small, ruby red lips formed into a small smile. Perhaps not perfection, but at least satisfaction was achieved.
With a small sigh, the artist yawned and started to walk away. Looking back for a second, the artist looked at the mess she made. Covered with paint, the artist's "Paint Shirt" was once more, beyond repair. Oil paint and rags covered the once spotless wooden floor. The only thing that wasn't a mess within a five feet radius was the piece of canvas with the work of art on it.
A small, pale hand covered in paint removed the scrunchy from her hair. Waves of black silk rolled down and fell neatly to the artist's shoulders. Violet eyes yawned with fatigue as she opened a window and let the fresh morning air arouse her. She'd been working on the painting since 11 last night and had not slept since. Her small nose wrinkled at the thought of what her guardians would do to her once she got down stairs.
The smell of coffee and bacon made the kitchen dance with the delicious aroma of a breakfast made with love. An elegant and breath-taking woman set three plates on the floor before heading towards the sink to wash the pots and pans. With a small sigh, her perfect and smooth hands soaked in the water.
Suddenly, a pair of slightly tanned arms made their way around her thin waist. The woman giggled as her lover's deep tone moaned. Sky blue eyes flashed with amusement as the woman shift comfortably in the arms and yawn.
"Why up so early Michiru?"
The woman, now known as Michiru, smiled at her lover's question. Her sea green hair flowing in the wind in wavy thick strands of the ocean current. Her green eyes shone with a kind of laughter but also exasperation.
"Haruka, you know as well as I do that I get up this early every morning."
"Well, I kept you up quite late last night."
"Haruka!"
Michiru quickly turned around, her eyes scolding as she playfully slapped Haruka's arm. Haruka caught her hand and pulled her in to kiss her. Michiru pulled back slightly and ran her hand through her lover's short blond hair. Just then, the radio interrupted them.
"And on the regional news, the brilliant artist strikes again! That's right, the nineteen-year-old talented artist Hotaru Tomoe will have another new exhibition tonight. The stage is set to go for this new, but exceptional artist. At the age of eighteen, she graduated from Harvard Law School, a child prodigy. Her art teacher suggested that she enter some of her work at a local contest and drew immediate attention to the girl. Now a year later, she has had more than 10 shows, each more amazing and breathtaking than the last. Great hopes and expectations are awaiting her newest show. What amazing paintings and drawings will she have for us this time? Check out her shows and see! You won't be disappointed, only ama-"
The radio was suddenly turned off. Michiru and Haruka turned to the door and the radio. There stood their adoptive daughter, in her Paint Shirt and baggy black parachutes. She was frowning deeply at the radio, her forehead furrowed as if she wished to kill the announcer.
"Good morning Ru."
"Morning Hotaru."
Hotaru turned to Haruka and smiled.
"Morning Haruka-papa. What have I told you and Michi-mama? Quit listening to those announcements, they'll fry your brain."
Michiru laughed as she walked to her 'daughter' and gave her a peck on the cheek. Hotaru smiled before sitting down at the table. Haruka walked to the seat across from Hotaru, but not before giving Hotaru a kiss on top of her head.
"We're just listening on the praise of our favorite daughter."
Hotaru stuck her tongue out at Haruka. Michiru shook her head before sitting down.
"I'm your only daughter!" Hotaru yelled. Then she got a glint in her eyes.
"Unless, Haruka-papa, you and Michi-mama have been messing around experimenting again."
"Hotaru Tomoe such language!" Michiru yelled, her face white with shock. Hotaru rolled her eyes.
"Michi-mama! I'm nineteen already! I should know something!"
Haruka started to the laugh, but stopped once Michiru glared at full force. Hotaru giggled before quieting down at Michiru's scowl. Looking down at her breakfast, she giggled nervously. Haruka sighed and drank some coffee.
"Alright alright, everyone calm down. Hotaru, what are you plans for the day?"
Hotaru looked at Haruka and shrugged. She pushed her plate to the middle of the table and settled for the orange juice. Taking a sip, she looked at Haruka and answered.
"I guess the usual. I'm making a stop at the library, then the park, and I need to drop by the gallery to make sure everything's okay."
Haruka nodded and continued with breakfast. Michiru looked at Hotaru with a worried look. Hotaru sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She knew what was coming. The same thing before every show.
"Hotaru, you're not working yourself too hard right? I mean, I love it that you have such a great hobby, but your health comes first."
Hotaru smiled warmly at Michiru. She was blessed that they cared, but sometimes it was too much. She was 19 after all.
"Michi-mama, I'm fine. Just great! Well I gotta take a shower and go. Bye!"
Hotaru kissed both Haruka and Michiru before racing up stairs. Haruka watched Hotaru storm upstairs before turning to Michiru.
"Our little cry is growing up!"
Michiru rolled her eyes and slapped Haruka. She grabbed Haruka's hand and headed towards the sink with the dishes.
"Come on Lover Girl, dishes!"
Haruka groaned, her blue eyes sighing. She hated when Michiru called her that. Sure she was a girl, but um... not in a sense? With a heavy sigh she smiled, who could resist Michiru looking like that at her with that smile?
Hotaru stepped out of the shower and grinned. With a sigh she twirled around her room, letting the sunshine wash over her and cleanse her. She'd been so tired, but the shower woke her up. Humming a tune, she grabbed some clothes and began to change.
"Don't you try to tell me that he's not my type
To idle what I feel inside
when it makes me weak with desire."
Hotaru jumped as she grabbed her messenger bag from her closet and ran out her room. She hurried to the first floor and then to the music room. With a smile of thanks at the servants, she quickly grabbed the canvas as her violet eyes shown with a kind of excitement. The servants smiled at her and complimented her on the new masterpiece. Hotaru bowed in thanks before putting the canvas carefully into a black bag and told the servants to deliver it to the gallery.
With another shy smile she skipped out of the house. The sky was a light shade of blue and not a cloud in the sky. It was a crisp spring afternoon. Looking at each tree on the sidewalk, Hotaru quickly walked down her street. As she turned the corner, two women walked towards her.
"Hey Hota-chan!"
"G'afternoon Mako-sama."
"Hello Hotaru."
"Good afternoon Ami-sama."
The two girls fell into step with the petite girl as they walked down the street. They both knew where Hotaru was going. Ami looked at Hotaru out of the corner of her eye. Hotaru was quite the genius, perhaps surpassing her. Ami, Makoto and all the other girls were one year older than Hotaru. Ami was a prodigy as well, but Ami finished before Hotaru did. Ami was... even above normal geniuses. She graduated from Yale at 16 and was now attending Harvard for her Masters. She was now twenty years ago.
Ami's short blue hair shined in the sun and was a very unusual color. She had light blue eyes revealing her to be shy, a kindhearted person, and intelligent beyond her years. She was dressed simply, a light blue silk blouse and a pair of black jeans. With a sigh she moved her purse to her other shoulder and smiled as they came to the library.
Makoto smiled and her forest green eyes shined with an inner joy and cheerfulness. She looked at her silent friends and smiled. She'd known Ami since they were 9 years old, and only recently had she joined their little group. Thanks to Usagi who knew Haruka, who was Hotaru's "father" and then some weird things and then... all right.
The girl was shy, polite and fun... but shy. Nice fashion sense too. A black long sleeved shirt, black jeans and black boots. Okay, maybe a little plain, but hey she was an artist. Her paintings counted, not her fashion sense.
Makoto skipped along a few steps, her brown hair in a high ponytail bouncing up and down. Hotaru looked at Makoto and giggled.
"Mako-sama!"
Makoto grinned before running up the thirty flights of stairs in front of the huge library built over 300 years ago. She stood impatiently on top of the stairs and tapped her foot and glared at her favorite bookworms. Hotaru and Ami giggled before walking up the stairs quickly. Once they reached the top, Makoto grabbed their hands and dragged them into library. Hotaru and Ami laughed at her impatience as she let them go.
"Mako-chan, you're so impatient!" Ami said before giggling again.
"Not my fault you guys are slow! Hmp!" Makoto mocked before zooming to the computers to go online.
"Let me guess Hotbishi.com?" Hotaru asked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Hai!" Makoto yelled.
"Will you ladies please hush! This is a library!"
Makoto, Ami and Hotaru grinned sheepishly at the angry librarian before Hotaru ran towards the arts section and Ami for the college section.
Hotaru grabbed a book off the self about Leonardo de Vinchi and browsed through some of the paintings. She smiled after she saw Makoto deeply engrossed in her webpage and quickly stood up. She sneaked over to the romance section while looking back at Makoto. Suddenly she walked into someone and fell to the ground.
"Oh my god I'm sorry." Hotaru said quickly.
"No, all my fault!" Politely said a small and shy voice.
Hotaru stood up and offered her hand before her eyes widened. AMI!
"AMI!"
"Ho-Hotaru?!"
The two looked at the book in Ami's hand and Ami quickly looked away blushing. Hotaru helped her up before taking the book away from her.
"Midnight Passion. Wow Ami, this was on the Harvard Summer reading list huh? I wish we had t read this stuff." Hotaru said while an uncharacteristic smirk appeared on her face.
"W-well I er... it um..." Ami stuttered, her cheeks burning deep scarlet.
Hotaru laughed before giving Ami back the book. She walked over to a shelf and picked up a book titled, Where the Sky Meets the Sea.
"That's good book." Ami said suddenly, trying to forget her embarrassment.
"Really?" Hotaru suddenly looked up, her eyes shining with interest.
"Yeah, really good."
Hotaru nodded and Ami before looking at the book's cover. There was no cover... it was ripped off. With a sigh, she looked at Ami once more.
"I gotta go meet the others. Later!"
Ami waved goodbye to Hotaru before looking down at her book again. As Hotaru walked pass Makoto, she asked if she wanted to come, and Makoto said that she needed to finish reading the profile of this guy belonging to G5. He was supposed to be really cute. With a last smile at Makoto, Hotaru walked into the bright sunshine.
"Hm... the park."
Hotaru looked down at her watch and her eyes widened. She was 20 minutes late! Hotaru quickly ran down 10 blocks and then skidded into the park. As she calmly walked into the park, she saw a little boy looking up at an ice cream truck with sad eyes.
"What's wrong hm?" Hotaru asked the child as she crouched by him slightly.
The little boy with dark brown hair pointed to the ice cream truck and then pulled out his pockets, revealing two sticks of gum and some string. Hotaru smiled at him before standing up and ordering a vanilla cone for him.
"Here you go!"
The little boy looked at the ice cream that she held out at him. He smiled slightly and took the ice cream cone. He leaned in and kissed Hotaru on the cheek.
"Arigatou ."
The little boy turned and ran. Hotaru stood up and smiled before walking deeper into the park. A few minutes later, she was suddenly tackled by a blond blob.
"Hota-chan!" Screamed a very cheerful voice.
"Usa-sama, how's it going?"
Hotaru smiled as the blond pulled back and flashed her usual million-watt smile. Hotaru giggled as the blond grabbed her hand and dragged her to two girls smiling nearby.
"Odango adamma! Let go of Hotaru!" Yelled a high but proud voice.
"But Rei!" Whined Usagi as she pulled Hotaru even more.
"Really Usagi, let go of the poor girl!" Said the final voice in exasperation.
"Alright alright you two!"
Usagi sighed and let go of Hotaru, who looked at the two girls in thanks. The proud one, Rei, was a mysterious kind of beauty. Violet eyes that showed the world that she would never step down from a challenge. Her pride and honor was only surpassed by her confidence in herself. She had long raven hair, as dark as a raven's wing. She was a pretty girl, although she was at times snobby and arrogant.
"Hello Rei-sama." Said Hotaru, polite as usual.
"Hey Hota-chan." Rei said.
"Hi Mina-sama." Hotaru said as she walked over to the other blond girl.
Minako was kind of like Usagi. Usagi had blue eyes, clear as crystal with limitless possibilities and joy She was never down or sad, and could cheer anyone up. She had long silverish blond hair that was currently done in a braid. Usagi was at times a crybaby and a whiner, but she was a true friend. Hotaru knew that well. Usagi was naive, yes naive. Perhaps that was not a bad thing however in her case. She was sheltered from the world, by her friends... Hotaru being one of them knew that best. However this innocence that she managed to keep made her different from all others. She saw only good in all people, and helped everyone, even if it would hurt herself. She was innocence to the purest form.
Okay, Minako. Like she had thought before, Minako was kind of like Usagi. Slightly tanned smooth skin and long slender legs made her attractive to the men. She was pretty tall, not as tall as Makoto, Michiru or Haruka of course but taller than Ami and Usagi. She had deep blond hair, like silky gold that shined in the sun. Her eyes were blue like Usagi's, but held a more flirtatious nature. She had seen more of the world than Usagi, and played men every day of her life.
"So what do you guys wanna do?" Hotaru asked timidly, but she already knew what they had in mind.
"LET'S GO SHOPPING!" Screamed all three older girls before dragging Hotaru away, who had a very scared expression on her face.
Hotaru sighed with fatigue as she walked along the streets. It was about six in the evening already. She had spent an exhausting day shopping with the girls. Then around 5, escaping their shopaholic crutches with some money left bag. Hotaru sighed as she shifted the five huge shopping bags in her right hand.
Hotaru smiled as she pulled out the book from her messenger bag. They had joined up with Ami and Makoto a while later, and Ami great applauded Where the Sky Meets the Sea. So, now walking on her way home, she was really wanted to read it. Hotaru read the first few lines.
In all of creation, nothing is more beautiful than love. It can triumph over the most difficult obstacles, and it can with stand the most bitter pain. 'Tis was the road destined for Noxia Exsulo and Deus Luctus. Their love was an impossible love, one that was doomed from the start.
Hotaru frowned as she continued reading. Ami was not one to enjoy tragedies. Perhaps it was such a book that even Ami liked it. Shrugging, Hotaru read on.
Noxia Exculo was the fairest of the fair, an angel to some, a heavenly body. She had everything that she could have ever wanted and more. She was rich, richer than the ancient kings of France were, she was beautiful, some saying that she overshadowed Aphrodite's beauty, and she was a brilliant weaver. What she weaved was thought to be images from gods.
'She sounds perfect. This sounds like a really bad book so far.' Hotaru sighed and read on.
Then there was Deus Luctus. A man of wax some said when they saw him. Perfect in every detail and shape, a god, as his name suggested.
Hotaru sighed and shook her head. Not another boring romance novel... ay, if it hadn't received Ami's approval, she wouldn't be reading it at this point.
Hotaru started to read a few more paragraphs, and soon found herself engrossed in the novel. It was all that Ami said.
Turning the corner, she stepped off the curb and proceeded to cross the street.
...eyes like deep pools of midnight silk...
Hotaru didn't hear the screams of her friends and just kept reading. Suddenly there was a screech and Hotaru felt her left side burst forth in pain. The book fell from her pale hand and hit the street. The limp body fell a second later to the ground like a mere rag doll. Then all was black.
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I didn't like that first chapter, no, not at all. It wasn't what I wanted. However I am stretched for time as is the agreement with Oniistar.
Tell me your honest opinion guys, because if this story will go on is your decision. And oh yeah, this didn't go through my editors, not enough time. Forgive me brilliant and wise and talented editors!
And Onii-san, no Relena plushies! Jade... I don't know... GET YOU NEXT CHAP OUT! Same goes for you SaturnActingChick! And you too Pisces-san!
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