Forever in Dreams
This is a Sailor Moon Fanfic. The time that the story takes place is in the early 21st century. All Sailor Moon characters belong to their respective owners as well as any songs used in this story belongs to their performers.
Prologue: Childhood Dreams
They say that life is nothing but a dream. When one awakes, a new dream begins. And so our story begins in the dream of an eight-year-old child, a young girl who has a great destiny ahead of her…
The child ran giggling amongst flowers and butterflies. The bright colors and soothing green grass didn't sedate her vivaciousness. She ran on, letting her laughter fill the air.
She unfortunately has the stamina of a rocket, able to put out a huge amount of energy before fizzling out. She's already showing signs of fatigue; profuse sweating, shallow breathing, and heart beating rapidly with each step. Looking ahead, her gaze fell upon a lone oak tree; it sat all by itself, like an outcast. She wasn't able to see any other trees nearby. Noticing the large shadows spread out beneath it, she decided to take a nap before resuming her activities. Soon safely under the invigorating shade, she begins to drift off into peaceful serenity.
Suddenly, like a bird of prey swooping towards its prey, a dark figure leaps from the branches next to the girl. Her eyes weren't fully closed yet, and she saw the anomaly land in front of her. So startled was she that she was backing up quickly, only to be stopped by the tree. The thing's landing was as silent as a feather on silk sheets. It drew itself up to its full four and a half foot height and proclaimed, "I'm the conqueror of this mighty tree!"
Looking upon the intruder, finally able to compose herself, she began to distinguish its features.
It was actually a young boy, maybe her age if not a little older. He had on a pair of blue jeans with the legs slightly rolled up over his white sneakers. The gray T-shirt he wore had the letters USA in red, white and blue respectively. It had twigs caught in it. She giggled at him because his shirt appeared to be three sizes too big for him, coming up just above his knees. His hair looked as if he had been sucked up a tornado. It was a light dirty-blonde mess, jutting every-which-way as if it was deciding where go. It was long enough to slightly cover up his sparkling jade green eyes. It also had a few green leaves stuck here and there in it. His skin was deep shade of pink; whether it from exertion or sunburn, she could not tell. When he smiled, she noticed that he had a rather sizeable gap between his top front teeth. A slug-shaped scar could be seen on his chin just below his lips. The exuberance of energy and joyfulness radiating off him could be seen seeping from his pores. She had never met anyone like him before.
Which is exactly what he was thinking about her. She had on a strange outfit; a creased navy blue skirt, a white blouse with a large navy blue collar that came out a bit, and she had a red bow tied in the front. Her clear, pool-like blue eyes shimmered in the sun that dappled across her face. Her skin was like porcelain. But the thing that caught his attention the most was…
"What's with your hair?"
"What about it," she asked nervously, clutching at one of her golden locks.
"I can tell that you have pigtails, but what's up with the two tennis balls on each side?"
"THEY'RE NOT TENNIS BALLS! THEY'RE ODANGO! ODANGO!!! This happens to be my favorite hairstyle, and I like it, so there," she said sticking out her tongue, turning away from him as pouted.
"I'm sorry, it looks cute, just like you do when you get angry."
She blushed at this statement, and when she turned around, she saw his hand reaching down towards her.
"My name is Brad, Brad Davis. Wanna be my friend?" he asked with hand outstretched.
She gazed into his eyes, which were smiling as much as he was. A grin played across her face as she took the hand and pumped vigorously.
"Serena Tsukino, and I would love to be friends with you."
Her weariness forgotten, she began to chase after Brad in a rough-in- tumble game of tag.
For the record, my story does not take place in the timeline of either the anime or manga. The first day in my story (not including the prologue) is May 24, 2002. In order for this to work, I had to change the birthdays. For instance, Serena was born on June 30, 1986 instead of 1978 as it was in the anime. Darien was born on August 3, 1983 instead of 1975 as was in the anime. This is my first fic, so please, be gentle in the review.
This is a Sailor Moon Fanfic. The time that the story takes place is in the early 21st century. All Sailor Moon characters belong to their respective owners as well as any songs used in this story belongs to their performers.
Prologue: Childhood Dreams
They say that life is nothing but a dream. When one awakes, a new dream begins. And so our story begins in the dream of an eight-year-old child, a young girl who has a great destiny ahead of her…
The child ran giggling amongst flowers and butterflies. The bright colors and soothing green grass didn't sedate her vivaciousness. She ran on, letting her laughter fill the air.
She unfortunately has the stamina of a rocket, able to put out a huge amount of energy before fizzling out. She's already showing signs of fatigue; profuse sweating, shallow breathing, and heart beating rapidly with each step. Looking ahead, her gaze fell upon a lone oak tree; it sat all by itself, like an outcast. She wasn't able to see any other trees nearby. Noticing the large shadows spread out beneath it, she decided to take a nap before resuming her activities. Soon safely under the invigorating shade, she begins to drift off into peaceful serenity.
Suddenly, like a bird of prey swooping towards its prey, a dark figure leaps from the branches next to the girl. Her eyes weren't fully closed yet, and she saw the anomaly land in front of her. So startled was she that she was backing up quickly, only to be stopped by the tree. The thing's landing was as silent as a feather on silk sheets. It drew itself up to its full four and a half foot height and proclaimed, "I'm the conqueror of this mighty tree!"
Looking upon the intruder, finally able to compose herself, she began to distinguish its features.
It was actually a young boy, maybe her age if not a little older. He had on a pair of blue jeans with the legs slightly rolled up over his white sneakers. The gray T-shirt he wore had the letters USA in red, white and blue respectively. It had twigs caught in it. She giggled at him because his shirt appeared to be three sizes too big for him, coming up just above his knees. His hair looked as if he had been sucked up a tornado. It was a light dirty-blonde mess, jutting every-which-way as if it was deciding where go. It was long enough to slightly cover up his sparkling jade green eyes. It also had a few green leaves stuck here and there in it. His skin was deep shade of pink; whether it from exertion or sunburn, she could not tell. When he smiled, she noticed that he had a rather sizeable gap between his top front teeth. A slug-shaped scar could be seen on his chin just below his lips. The exuberance of energy and joyfulness radiating off him could be seen seeping from his pores. She had never met anyone like him before.
Which is exactly what he was thinking about her. She had on a strange outfit; a creased navy blue skirt, a white blouse with a large navy blue collar that came out a bit, and she had a red bow tied in the front. Her clear, pool-like blue eyes shimmered in the sun that dappled across her face. Her skin was like porcelain. But the thing that caught his attention the most was…
"What's with your hair?"
"What about it," she asked nervously, clutching at one of her golden locks.
"I can tell that you have pigtails, but what's up with the two tennis balls on each side?"
"THEY'RE NOT TENNIS BALLS! THEY'RE ODANGO! ODANGO!!! This happens to be my favorite hairstyle, and I like it, so there," she said sticking out her tongue, turning away from him as pouted.
"I'm sorry, it looks cute, just like you do when you get angry."
She blushed at this statement, and when she turned around, she saw his hand reaching down towards her.
"My name is Brad, Brad Davis. Wanna be my friend?" he asked with hand outstretched.
She gazed into his eyes, which were smiling as much as he was. A grin played across her face as she took the hand and pumped vigorously.
"Serena Tsukino, and I would love to be friends with you."
Her weariness forgotten, she began to chase after Brad in a rough-in- tumble game of tag.
For the record, my story does not take place in the timeline of either the anime or manga. The first day in my story (not including the prologue) is May 24, 2002. In order for this to work, I had to change the birthdays. For instance, Serena was born on June 30, 1986 instead of 1978 as it was in the anime. Darien was born on August 3, 1983 instead of 1975 as was in the anime. This is my first fic, so please, be gentle in the review.