Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailormoon.
Summary: I want to talk to you about something that's bothering me. We've been together for a long time now and I watched us go from nothing to something but it seems we forgot how to love each other and I don't want to throw this thing away… this thing called us…
Note: Revised on the 22nd August 2007.
Thing Called Us
girl why can't we go back to the old days…?
Put some old records on and we dance right there…
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Present Time; 13:00 8th January 2007
Mamoru's POV
Do you remember when I used to call your phone and that slow song would come on, and you'd answer with such a cheerful voice that even though I couldn't see it, I knew you were smiling brightly at the other end of the line?
Do you remember when we used to look at each other with so much love and compassion that if we were to break contact we would feel a sudden chill, and everything would be so lonely and cold?
Do you remember the moments we spent together doing stupid things on weekends and not having a care in the world because we knew that deep down, if we had one another, nothing else mattered…?
I do…
But suddenly it seemed that when we had nothing in the world but one another, we were the happiest we could ever be… yet… yet now that we have become something, worth a second glance to our families, now that we've become rich and famous… we no longer experiences those simple things we did when we were together before…
Why is it that now that we have everything we ever wished for… a large expensive house, endless amounts of money and the wealth we always had but could never touch… why is it that now all I want to do is go back to the old days when we had nothing but the small cozy home we adored, where we were truly happy together… with nothing but us… but us…
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Past Time; 08:00 24th August 2003
Third Person POV
Little shards of light slowly crept its way through the drawn curtains of the small room, turning the dully-lit space into an image of the perfect haven. Some rays of light, which have sneaked its way past the bulky curtains, even managed to land on the two lovers as they lay arm in arm together under the thick tattered sheets.
The bed where two lovers lay was placed thoughtfully in the corner of the room; the frame of the bed was hand crafted by the male, made with rich mahogany wood, and decorated with the most finest jewels he had ever owned, which were passed down from his mother's mother then to him. The jewels were placed lovingly along the headboard of the frame, creating a vintage, yet stylish and expensive look. Probably the only expensive looking thing they owned.
The bedside table, which was obviously placed besides the bed, showed sure signs of rub and wear, bought cheap at an op shop and handcrafted by the person who sold it, or so the seller told the female. The base of the bedside table showed three instead of four legs remaining, while books and other hard covered material replaced the position of the fourth leg, which had broken down when they had moved to this home. Even though the table was slightly uneven and in need of a good wipe down, sentimental decorations consisting of a light pink clock, a grey metal wrist watch and a frame of the two lovers sat proudly on top.
Long white blonde hair was spread transversely all over the bed and pillow like an ocean of golden honey, covering up the exposed areas of her bare and silky soft skin that the blanket did not. She lay snuggled within the chest of her lover, his much larger frame caused her to look smaller than she was, but she seemed to not mind, as she inhaled his scent each time she breathed within her heavenly sleep.
His strong tanned arms, which only made the females skin appear more virgin, were thrown possessively across his lovers shoulders, pulling her closer to him, if possible, than she already was. His dark hair being almost completely covered by her sea of golden white locks, unknowingly creating the flawless image of ying and yang, because without the other they did not exist…
The couple, though from wealthy families, were excluded from the security money gave due to their elopement with one another. Their parents looked down upon them in shame and ignorance to their troubles, but the couple did not care, they were happy in their little home. It wasn't in the best shape, the home, as the roof leaked whenever it rained, and the walls where so thin that even the tiniest noise could be heard from the other room.
The windows were stained from a mysterious substance that would not disappear no matter how long the female scrubbed, and the locks weren't very foolproof. The floorboard also squeaked here and there, and the unlockable doors were battered and uneven, they weren't apart of their families' wealth, barely scraping enough money to feed each other each day but they couldn't care less…
None of these problems bothered them though, because they were happy… they were happy and they were in love, and although it was a difficult and tiring life that the two shared, it was a life where they had one another… and to them… that was all they ever needed…
The male stirred slightly, and awoke with a smile upon his handsome features, his dark sapphire eyes shinning with joy as he watched his angel sleep within his arms. Looking over at the time upon the pink clock, he decided to snuggle closer to her, and fall once again, into a blissful slumber…
It was a Saturday morning, the only day in which they were able to spend some much needed quality time together. This being the reason as the other six days of the week were dedicated to working long and strenuous hours at both their part time jobs; he working at a mechanical store, cleaning and fixing whatever we could, while she worked at the corner store from their house, and on occasions, where money was desperately needed, she'd help out at the fruits store owned by Mr. Inata.
They were always busy earning enough money for dinner that night, or if they were lucky, for the week.
Therefore Saturday's were always the 'catch up' days in their home, where information can be swapped between one another while they lay in each others arms in bed, or where they would spend time together doing silly things, like have a barbeque for no occasion when they had spare cash, just because it felt good to be with each ohter, or sit on the nearly broken back porch and listen to old records play softly in the background, as they slowly dance together until the sun had set and it was too dark to see past their own hands…
Saturday's in their home was also known as the days in which love, happiness and passion could be felt within the thin walls of their household. Because Saturday's were the days where two totally different individuals of two totally different souls become one as they endlessly made slow and adoring love…
Life was perfect for them… and nothing could ever change that…
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- Edited - Well… what do you guys think? It's a new idea I have atm, and yes I know that I still have two more stories that I have yet to finish, but The Highway To My Heart is almost at its end, and I've already done 3 chapters of All Because Of You so this should be fine!
Though I'm not going to be updating as regulary as usual with chapter, I'd have to say at least once every two weeks neh? (even though I've already written 3 chapters to this story) but shhh…
Hehe review and make me happy xD