Searching for a hidden past
Chapter 1
By: Siren
Authors Notes-
Before I start the story, I would just like to say a few things. This is my very first attempt at a fan-fic. This is all very new to me, and the only thing that I know about fan-fics is what I have read from authors. If anyone wants to give me any advice, or comments, or even flames, you can reach me at sirencalling@yahoo.com. help would be very much appreciated, and the more help, or ideas that I receive, the faster I can get the chapters out.
The first few chapters are just introducing you to the story, so hang in there, everything will be explained eventually.
Standard Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters in either Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z. I get nothing from this, and the only thing you can get if you try to sue me is pocket lint.
Usagi's View
"I'm so late, I'm so late" I muttered to myself over and over again. Once again I was on one of my mad dashes to get to school even reasonably on time. I hear yelling behind me, and turn around. There is my mother, she is frantically shouting at me, and waving her arms trying to get my attention. I notice that she is holding some indistinct object in one of her hands.
"Dam it" I muttered to myself as the object mother was holding came into focus. It was my lunch box. 'lets see' I think to myself. 'I can either keep on running to school, and get there only a couple of minutes late, and maybe squeeze out of a detention. Or I could run back and grab my lunch box.' It only took my half a second to start running back, to grab my lunch box, and start running back towards where I had come.
"Thanks mom" I shouted as I grabbed the lunch box and started running back towards the school. As I was running away I heard my mother mutter under her breath, and she sounded extremely annoyed. "When will she ever grow up?" I try to pretend that I didn't hear her as I continued running. It only hurt to think about the thought that my parents might be ashamed of me. I knew that they were, I just liked not to think about it.
I sat at my desk, hands under my chin, and staring at the chalkboard. Like I had expected, Ms. H had just looked at me and said one word when I walked into class 20 minutes late. "Detention"
And so, because of this word, here I am. What do they expect us to do for an hour? In my opinion, nothing is worse than boredom. Even a battle is something to do 'though is raye or the other scouts ever heard this, they would be stunned speechless. Which is why I never intend to let them know.'
With nothing else to do, I resorted to the only option. I decided that it was time to do some serious thinking. 'If hearing my earlier comment would stun my friends speechless, this would knock them clear out cold for a week!'
I began to remember the words that my mother had said earlier in the morning "when will she ever grow up" 'when will I ever grow up? Whenever I try to act more mature, I just cannot do it. No one would ever take the new me seriously, and I have been this way for so long. I would try but eventually return to my former attitude. After so much time like this a transition is very hard. I would try to act more 'grown up' but I just couldn't do it. It's like I am stuck in this personality, and there is no way I can get out of it. I act ditsy, because it is like I cannot act any other way. Sometimes I would wonder if that is the real me. And if I really want to get complicated I could bring this whole 'princess serenity' deal into the equation. What was I like back then, and was that the real me? If that wasn't the real me, is this the real me? What if it isn't either one of them and I am totally different, but I was stuck in this personality, and there is no other way I can be. What is I really am not a wimp, but some but for some reason I feel that I must act this way. Why is it that I never try at anything. Does the real me act differently?
Wow! All of this thinking can really give a person a headache, especially me. I glance up from the chalkboard that I was previously staring at, and look at Ms. H. She sees me looking at her, and I guess she takes pity. "Fine Usagi" she said looking at me with a resigned expression on her face. "You can go early"
At these words, I stare at Ms. H in suprise for a second, 'she never acts like this, I wonder if she has a date tonight' I decide that that must be it. Then I immediately rush out of my seat, thanking Ms. H profusely, and run out of the room. All of the thoughts from my earlier confused ponderings vanish from my head as I realize that I am late for a scout meeting.
As I am running to the meeting, I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand strait up. I glance up, and see a boy, about my age. He is staring at me with a very intense look in his eyes. He has spiky black hair, and I look closer and see that he is obviously very kawaii. I can also see muscles indenting his clothing.
He sees me looking in his direction, and looks like he is about to call out. Then he looks closer at me, I guess he read something in my expression that he didn't like, so just gave me a wistful expression, and walked away.
I look at his retreating back, and wonder who he is. He was looking at me almost like he knew me, and I felt like I should know him. I glance at my watch and see the time "oh no" I shouted "raye will KILL me for being so late." All thoughts of the strange boy momentary left my thoughts as I ran in the direction of the temple.
I hope to get the next chapter out very soon, and remember, if you have anything to say to me, advice, flames etc.
Write to me at sirencalling@yahoo.com
AND IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE MORE REVIEW, I'M NEED TO KNOW PEOPLE LIKE MY STORY. OTHERWISE WHAT POINT IS THERE IN WRITING MORE?
Chapter 1
By: Siren
Authors Notes-
Before I start the story, I would just like to say a few things. This is my very first attempt at a fan-fic. This is all very new to me, and the only thing that I know about fan-fics is what I have read from authors. If anyone wants to give me any advice, or comments, or even flames, you can reach me at sirencalling@yahoo.com. help would be very much appreciated, and the more help, or ideas that I receive, the faster I can get the chapters out.
The first few chapters are just introducing you to the story, so hang in there, everything will be explained eventually.
Standard Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters in either Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z. I get nothing from this, and the only thing you can get if you try to sue me is pocket lint.
Usagi's View
"I'm so late, I'm so late" I muttered to myself over and over again. Once again I was on one of my mad dashes to get to school even reasonably on time. I hear yelling behind me, and turn around. There is my mother, she is frantically shouting at me, and waving her arms trying to get my attention. I notice that she is holding some indistinct object in one of her hands.
"Dam it" I muttered to myself as the object mother was holding came into focus. It was my lunch box. 'lets see' I think to myself. 'I can either keep on running to school, and get there only a couple of minutes late, and maybe squeeze out of a detention. Or I could run back and grab my lunch box.' It only took my half a second to start running back, to grab my lunch box, and start running back towards where I had come.
"Thanks mom" I shouted as I grabbed the lunch box and started running back towards the school. As I was running away I heard my mother mutter under her breath, and she sounded extremely annoyed. "When will she ever grow up?" I try to pretend that I didn't hear her as I continued running. It only hurt to think about the thought that my parents might be ashamed of me. I knew that they were, I just liked not to think about it.
I sat at my desk, hands under my chin, and staring at the chalkboard. Like I had expected, Ms. H had just looked at me and said one word when I walked into class 20 minutes late. "Detention"
And so, because of this word, here I am. What do they expect us to do for an hour? In my opinion, nothing is worse than boredom. Even a battle is something to do 'though is raye or the other scouts ever heard this, they would be stunned speechless. Which is why I never intend to let them know.'
With nothing else to do, I resorted to the only option. I decided that it was time to do some serious thinking. 'If hearing my earlier comment would stun my friends speechless, this would knock them clear out cold for a week!'
I began to remember the words that my mother had said earlier in the morning "when will she ever grow up" 'when will I ever grow up? Whenever I try to act more mature, I just cannot do it. No one would ever take the new me seriously, and I have been this way for so long. I would try but eventually return to my former attitude. After so much time like this a transition is very hard. I would try to act more 'grown up' but I just couldn't do it. It's like I am stuck in this personality, and there is no way I can get out of it. I act ditsy, because it is like I cannot act any other way. Sometimes I would wonder if that is the real me. And if I really want to get complicated I could bring this whole 'princess serenity' deal into the equation. What was I like back then, and was that the real me? If that wasn't the real me, is this the real me? What if it isn't either one of them and I am totally different, but I was stuck in this personality, and there is no other way I can be. What is I really am not a wimp, but some but for some reason I feel that I must act this way. Why is it that I never try at anything. Does the real me act differently?
Wow! All of this thinking can really give a person a headache, especially me. I glance up from the chalkboard that I was previously staring at, and look at Ms. H. She sees me looking at her, and I guess she takes pity. "Fine Usagi" she said looking at me with a resigned expression on her face. "You can go early"
At these words, I stare at Ms. H in suprise for a second, 'she never acts like this, I wonder if she has a date tonight' I decide that that must be it. Then I immediately rush out of my seat, thanking Ms. H profusely, and run out of the room. All of the thoughts from my earlier confused ponderings vanish from my head as I realize that I am late for a scout meeting.
As I am running to the meeting, I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand strait up. I glance up, and see a boy, about my age. He is staring at me with a very intense look in his eyes. He has spiky black hair, and I look closer and see that he is obviously very kawaii. I can also see muscles indenting his clothing.
He sees me looking in his direction, and looks like he is about to call out. Then he looks closer at me, I guess he read something in my expression that he didn't like, so just gave me a wistful expression, and walked away.
I look at his retreating back, and wonder who he is. He was looking at me almost like he knew me, and I felt like I should know him. I glance at my watch and see the time "oh no" I shouted "raye will KILL me for being so late." All thoughts of the strange boy momentary left my thoughts as I ran in the direction of the temple.
I hope to get the next chapter out very soon, and remember, if you have anything to say to me, advice, flames etc.
Write to me at sirencalling@yahoo.com
AND IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE MORE REVIEW, I'M NEED TO KNOW PEOPLE LIKE MY STORY. OTHERWISE WHAT POINT IS THERE IN WRITING MORE?